#while I own like one (1) hair product and that's a shampoo

[katajainen]

Personally, I think that in a Modern AU, Gimli would be the one with two full shelves of beard and hair care products in the bathroom cabinet, while Legolas would run out of shower gel, shrug and wash himself with dish soap.

[laiiaaa]

CINNAMON SUGAR — CARMEN BERZATTO

summary Carmen comes home to you late at night. Luckily, you manage to stay awake.

length 2k

contents absolutely zero plot, literally just a sweet n cute n sappy moment existing in a vacuum, holy shit so much fluff i might die (got the idea for this while listening to margaret & let the light in by lana del rey n it's realllll obvious), too many kisses to count, this is what he'd be like after intensive therapy i reckon, not proofread so be nice

Carmen opens the door to the bedroom carefully, minding the creaky hinge in the middle of the night. Moonlight peeks through the window, caught at the right time when the city doesn’t block its path into the apartment, giving just enough glow to the room to see you fast asleep in bed. It’s late, he realizes, even later than usual. He needs to work on that.

He makes his way to the bed, stopping at your side to kneel beside you and simply adore you: the curve of your nose, the plush of your lips in that pout you wear only when you’re asleep, the eyelashes laid against your cheeks.

You stir when he presses his lips to your temple, a soft groan pulled from your lips. “…Bear?”

“Yeah, ‘s me, baby.” Even at a whisper, he thinks he’s too loud, and with his rough and tired hand he brushes over the top of your head just light enough to keep you sleepy.

A drowsy hand reaches out from under the covers to smooth over the contours of his face, tracing along shadows made hazy by a few hours’ rest. “You coming to bed soon?”

“Almost,” he murmurs, smoothing a palm up your exposed arm to hold your hand steady. He pulls ever so slightly away from your palm, only to turn to land gentle kisses against its soft skin, worshiping the pieces of you that treat him with more care than he thinks he’s worthy of. “Needa take a shower first, alright? But I’ll be right back.” 

He could’ve done that much by now—could’ve cleaned himself, rid himself of a day's work before seeing you—but truthfully, waiting any longer would’ve driven him mad. He would’ve been itchy in the shower, skin aflame knowing he could’ve felt your touch by then, arms and hands jittering to have your curves beneath them. His lips trail down to your wrist before he turns over your hand to kiss the backs of your fingers.

“Okay,” you answer, muffled by the blankets and pillow and the squeak of the floorboard as Carmen stands back up.

He makes his trip quick and quiet. He brushes his teeth and swipes up a towel while the water heats up, leaving just enough time to hang it on the hook and strip before hopping in. There’s a beat where he closes his eyes and just breathes, clears his mind of the day’s stress, lets warm water saturate his hair and cascade down his back. He lathers his hair with shampoo—the one you bought for him once to free him from the chains of 3-in-1 and that he’s been purchasing ever since to keep you happy—before cleaning the rest of his body, all while thinking about how much better it’d feel, how much more relief he’d get if it were you beside him under the stream instead of just his thoughts. But with the shampoo and soap down the drain goes that idea, much like the fleeting thought of using conditioner. You’ve yet to get to him on that one, especially at a moment like this, when time is of the essence and you’re waiting on him. Maybe another night, when you take your own product and swirl it around his curls; if it gives him an excuse to stay with you just a few minutes more, he’ll do it.

He hops out of the water like it’s acid and wraps the towel around his waist after drying himself to avoid trouble in the morning (you hate when the floor gets wet, and even if it wastes time, he’ll be sure to prevent that). Out goes the light again as he walks into the hall, sneaking back into the bedroom to get dressed into briefs and nothing more—you’ll keep him warm enough under the blankets.

It’s only then—when he peels back those final layers—that he realizes he’s been smiling the whole time.

Once he’s settled into the grooves of the mattress, chest to your back, you’re turning around to curl into his torso, like a magnetic field brought you there. 

“Hey,” he coos, “Y’don’t have to move f’me, yeah? Just sleep, baby.” Moved by your eagerness, his arms curl around you, one along your waist as the other nicely fits comfortably into the space between your neck and shoulder. 

And yet you shift a little more to cast an arm against his chest, his heart beating beneath your palm, head on his shoulder with a leg hooked onto his hip, split halfway between mattress and his body. “ ‘S more comfy this way, Carm.” You sigh and breathe deep into his skin. “You smell good, too.”

He can’t even lie well enough to convince himself his heart doesn’t run a million miles faster when you cozy up to him like this, caught in a space part fatigue and part love, with your hums ringing in his ear. “ ‘S that shampoo you got me a while ago…Sometime this week—” he yawns, and if he weren’t dying to hear your voice a few more times, he’d be a little more thankful for sleep coming so easily— “Sometime this week we can go t’the store, you can pick out another body wash f’me to try, too.”

“Mm, I’d like that.” You smooth your hand from his chest to his neck and shoulder, massaging there gently where he gets sore as a barely-there kiss lands to the skin beneath you. “How was it today?” The restaurant. His headaches. Richie’s mood lately. The flow of the kitchen. The strain in his back.

“Was alright,” he answers, as honestly as he can, soothing himself by brushing a hand up along your spine. “Real busy, so I didn’t get to leave ‘till late, ‘m sorry.”

“ ‘S alright, I stayed in and just relaxed for the night.” You snuggle into him a little deeper, and he thinks he could melt. “I was gonna ask you to bring something home, but it’s a weekend, so I didn’t wanna bother you in a rush.”

“What’d you want?”

From your lips comes a light and airy giggle, milliseconds of the best sounds he’s ever heard. “I just wanted some fries, honestly…didn’t feel like going out.”

“Heh,” he laughs, smiling while his eyes stay glued to the ceiling—as if looking at you would make the moment disappear. “I would’ve picked ‘em up for you, ‘r at least had Fak get ‘em to you.”

You yawn in tandem with the tailend of his thought, so your answer’s a bit softer. “Uh-uh, I like them better when you make ‘em.”

“Yeah? ‘ve I been pampering you too much?” He teases you, adds on a kiss to the top of your head as he squeezes you a bit tighter, but it’s all a ruse to cover up how much faster his pulse is when you say those words, like all the work he’s put in—all the love he has for you—makes its way to the table for not just anyone, but for you, the one person he’s sure matters more than the rest. More than those fucking stars, more than Chef of the Year, more than any critic’s review, more than he can wrap his head around; he feels it in his chest and that’s enough.

“Of course you have,” you agree, peeking up at him and craning your neck to plant your lips to his jaw, savoring it long enough to leave a smirk against his skin. “You’re always so sweet to me, Bear—” one more quick peck just beneath his ear— “love when you cook for me.”

He thinks he could pass out like this, with the last thing he hears being those words, but his fatigue seems to serve as an anesthetic that lets him soak it in for a bit longer, running his free hand through damp curls while a heavy, giddy sigh leaving his lips that lets you know he hears you, that he loves telling you he loves you through his art, that he lives for the smile on your face when he stays home for a few hours longer to make you breakfast. Yet with all the time spent having his shell soften for you, he can’t always find the right words, so he settles for the next best thing: “Y’know, uh…Marcus’s been playing around with recipes…”

He feels you smile against his chest, knowing what’s to come. “Yeah?”

“Mhm, an’ I’d never let ‘im serve ‘em, ‘cause, y’know…” He loses himself for a moment in the lull of your fingertips tracing mindless shapes into his chest. “They don’t fit the menu…but uh, he made these…these rolls today…”

“Mhm? ‘M listening…”

Carmen knew that, of course, from the faint kisses you peppered between breaths. He lets the fan whir through the gaps in his thoughts. “I think you’d like ‘em, he had some classic cinnamon, ‘n…a blueberry lemon goin’…”

“That sounds really good,” you whisper, the syllables lengthened from a shared lack of sleep.

“I know,” he drawls, and he’s a little too proud of himself for once when he adds, “Which is why I said I’d let ‘im fix up the lemon recipe a few more times if he made a batch for you.”

“Did you really?” The dazed smile comes through in your voice, a bubbliness to it that tells him he made the right call. 

He figures that’s why he’s so drawn to you—all the right calls come easy to him, the effort feels natural and unpracticed, unlike the tar that builds in his throat when it comes to so many other people. With you, being good is anything but demanding. “ ‘F course, baby…” 

It turns him to a puddle, the sweetness that drips from your fingertips, so he cradles your wrist carefully in his hand and lifts it to his lips to show it the love it deserves before urging the hand to busy itself with the tufts of hair behind his hear, to which you happily oblige. You twirl a lock around your finger, performing a methodical spiral, and even though he knows by the time it dries it’ll stick out from the mess like a sore thumb, he’d stop breathing before pulling your hand away. It’s soothing, that pattern. It stokes the fire in his gut that makes him feel a little less lonely when you’re not around.

“I brought…” He yawns again, his eyelids growing heavy. “I brought you some of the cinnamon rolls…Sugar liked ‘em…they’re on the counter for you tomorrow mornin'…” He’s not sure whether it’s your doing or the hours of stress endured throughout the day, but he knows this is the most relaxed he’s ever been, laying with you and doing little else other than indulging in your tender touches and shy kisses.

“Thank you, my love,” slips away with breath, sotto voce, as Carmen leaves brief kisses to your hairline. 

And he thanks God for being able to do it even with such an intense fatigue washing over him—at least part of him does, the part that’s still awake—because the movement lets you tilt your head and graze your fingertips by his jaw, bringing his lips kindly to yours for the first and last time tonight. Somewhere in that beautiful tangle there’s a mutual agreement: an unspoken Goodnight, I love you, in the mix, a finality in his offering and your gracious thanks that doesn’t warrant anything more than your head tucked neatly into his neck, left to bask in the comfort of his arms wrapped around you.

Just like any other night with you, he can sleep peacefully with the unconscious push and pull of your bodies intertwined. He knows that by morning, you’ll still be in his arms, in the bed you share, waiting on your good morning kiss from under the covers.

And he’ll still be beneath your warmth, his mind fuzzy and full of tenderness, every part of him dying to marry you.

[xo-cod]

showering with simon :') not sexual tho just fluff the intimacy ahh :"(((

so sweet :") sorry for getting to it so late but i hope you enjoy! 🤍 i can def do a more nsfw/longer version if you like :)

he actually didn't think he'd come to love showering with you as much as he imagined

for him it's a private time, a quiet respite before his busy day

for such a menial part of his routine, it's something he can truly wind down in. a vulnerable time where he can just breathe and enjoy

i feel like because he wakes up super early, his showers are usually 5/6am something like that lmao

and they're usually like 5-10 minutes, a military man through and through 🗣

but it had changed when he had met you, once he let you in past the walls

and while i do think he does enjoy his alone time, he does love to shower with you when you both get the chance

sometimes a talker, sometimes just likes the silence while he's with you

all depends on his mood though most days he's a listener, just looking at how beautiful you look and how lucky he is to have you

"so pretty like this f'me love" he means it genuinely, loves seeing you all time. will never get tired of seeing you naked

loves helping you shampoo your hair, foaming up the bubbles on top of your head

gets a chuckle when they fall down over your chin creating a bubbly beard of sorts

will definitely press a few kisses to your cheek and neck helping you rinse off

even in the shower, if you're with him he's almost always thinking about you

will gently turn you around as he helps you scrub your skin with the loofah or whatever you use

it's like looking at your body for the first time again, he's already mapped out the parts of you that make you squirm, chuckle, whimper and he loves that

even when you both are washing your own respective bodies, his eyes are filled with adoration and love everytime he glances at you

"c'mere love, your hair's lookin like a right state": any excuse to touch you without sounding needy

loves the smell of your products, it always manages to calm him down and set his soul on fire

entranced by the amount of them you use

i don't think he uses like 10 in 1 shampoo lmao but he definitely doesn't understand why you have so many

"what's this one for?" "conditioner" "what's this one" "hair mask" "👁👄👁"

feels so badass when you put some on him, has to maintain the tough guy composure for a second but he gets into it

no shame, will just picks you up and place you delicately to the side if you're using the water and he needs to get to it

gives you a kiss when you grumble about it

"christ why's it so bloody hot??" almost yelped when he used the water straight after you, doesn't understand how you don't melt from the heat

gets out before you and wraps his towel around his waist, holds your towel and helps you wrap it around your body

holds your hand when you both walk back to the bedroom, listening to you speak

already looking forward to the next time he can shower with you <3

[puckinghischier]

https://www.tumblr.com/puckinghischier/761817450643849216/can-someone-please-just-send-me-lil-thoughts-n?source=share

im thinking about soft and playful intimacy with our nico!

showering together (not in a sexual way but in the way where you have bubble baths and shampoo each other's hair)

doing skincare together (he doesn't have his own routine, quite literally having just a type of 23-in-1 face wash thing, but he lets you put your products on him and does face sheets with you (he loves the ones with animals printed as the face design))

shaving together (well, it's just you shaving his beard because "if it really has to go, let me be the one to put it to rest" and "schatz you're being so funny, it'll grow back" and then "stop talking im actually going to cry because of this")

drawing on each other's skin (just silly little doodles on each other's palms or forearms!! he's really thinking of saving one and having it permanently tattooed but he's not sure which one)

putting makeup on each other (because "if you want to practice your eyeshadow look on me, i get to do one on you too" and then "is that your way of saying you want me to sit on your lap for like seven hours?" and then "i dont take seven hours *then he gets pouty*")

resting a hand on each other or giving each other a squeeze when you pass by but you're off to talk to different people (a squeeze on the forearm or at the small of the back is enough to acknowledge each other's presence)

okay i’m really stuck on the tattoo one because when he comes home after a long stretch of road games and you don’t want to be apart from him any more than you just were, so you join him for the aforementioned silly shower, but in the middle you notice the new smudge of ink on the under side of his forearm

when you question him about it he’s all casual about it, just shrugging and being like “i really liked the heart you drew, so i decided to get it tattooed” and then goes back to giving you a soap mohawk without another word as if he didn’t just cause your heart to explode in your chest bc he decided to get something you drew on him while you were both wine drunk and silly with boredom tattooed on his body forever, simply because you drew it on him

[gilverrwrites]

Hello could you please do some captain boomerang headcanon fluff, I don’t see enough of it on here.

AN: I can and I will. Good fluffy vibes only today, however, if you would like a reality check, please watch the video linked at the end.

Rating: General (however, wanting for swearing)

Please remember: Everything you're worried about, is going to turn out ok.

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He’s not much for texting, much prefers sending voice notes. These can range anywhere from simple good night/good morning notes, the longest, most pointless, probably drunken rambles, jokes he stole came up with, or professions of love.

When he texts, it’s always in 90s/early 00s style and full of emojis that don’t quite mean what he thinks they do.

Cn’t w8 2 c 👀 u 🫵l8r 👄❣️🪃 X 🌫️ Gud nite mu 🫥 u4e lol 😜 🩵🪃 xXx RUOK 4 d8 l8r??? 🌷💦 CUL ❤️‍🔥🪃 X

Has your name saved in his phone as the most ridiculous nickname you can think of, probably also with a bunch of emojis.

Dependant on your personality, petnames would include a few of the following: Darl’, darlin’, babs, babes, baby (pronounced bah-bee), sweets, hon, peachy, lovey, peanut, or doll.

Whatever your least favourite is, he will use the most cause he loves winding you up.

Swears at you, a lot. But its affectionate.

He’s not used to people doing things for him, so he is massively grateful when you do like menial domestic labour for him.

You sewed up the hole in my jacket? You’re THE best, I can’t believe you would do that for me. You did my laundry? WTF? You didn’t have to do that (he’s been wearing the same unwashed boxers for 2 weeks, someone had to) how can I ever repay you babes? You cooked for me? (It’s literally a pot-noodle) You’re an angel, I’m not welling up, shut it.

He’s really good at like, enhancing 'easy' food. He’ll add egg and chives and stuff to his packet noodles, makes the best cheese and vegemite toasty, knows just how much oil and extra cheese to add to a frozen pizza, and has mastered box mix cupcakes. His favourite is chocolate.

Uses a 5 in 1 shower gel, if and when he showers, and you cannot tell me he doesn’t blast lynx africa and/or paco rabanne 1 million so he smells woody and spicy.

However, if you have fancy smelly products of you’re own, he will use them. Gonna treat himself with a good scrub and some large helpings of your shampoo and conditioner (this one’s got multiple products for their hair, posho!)

Doesn’t matter if you use products intended for a specific skin/hair type, it’s getting used.

As a nice bonus he likes doing it cause it means your smell lingers on him when you’re not together.

Won’t admit it but he also really likes it if you burn candles and/or incense.

If you’re close enough in size, he will steal your clothes. Especially socks cause he is always wearing holes into his own.

Gets all gooey and excited when you wear his clothes, especially if you’re small enough that they look oversized, and are visibly his.

If you’re inclined to wear flowy summer dresses, he’ll go feral. Also, a big fan of linen shirts/blouses and short shorts.

When he’s dressed causal he lives in shorts and filp-flops, even in the midst of winter. Or if he’s not leaving the house he’ll just wear his boxer shorts.

Is gone for long periods of time (prison, hiding out etc) so is very clingy when you’re back together, and doesn’t really have boundaries.

Will walk in on you in the bath shower to use the toilet, or to just sit and talk to you. If you ask him nicely, he will wash your hair. Might not do a good job, but he will do it. Has his arms wrapped around your waist at all times while you’re trying to do chores or are out shopping. If he wakes before you (a rare occurrence) he will just lay on his side, watching you sleep. Might get impatient and attempt to subtly wake you by gently brushing your side or nose, or gently shaking your body.

Normally sleeps way into the day, and snores, loudly. Often wakes with a hangover. And will practically beg you to make him a bacon an egg.  

Loves almost any and all brekkie food, bacon, egg, hash browns, pancakes, you name it.

Is not a cuddly sleeper. Like he can fall asleep cuddling, but he will start rolling around, splaying his arms out, kicking his legs. Huge bed hog.

Says his favourite films are action, gangster, or like bro style comedies. Think like: Road House, Indian Jones, Kill Bill, The Gentleman, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, The Hang Over.

If you put on a horror, drama, or rom com, he will not watch it with you.

But he will find things to do in the general vicinity. Or straight up do the dad thing of like standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed. If he’s not sat with you, he’s technically not watching it.

So like, which one is actually her dad? They don’t tell you but the writ- No no no, don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, Don’t go in the basement, there’s never anything good in the basement, oh she’s only bloody gone and went in the basement! But… Barbie doesn’t love Ken. I’m not cryin, I just got allergies, shut up an’ watch your dumb girly film.

Has a stolen tattoo gun,wants to get matching tattoos, has pro for everyone of your cons. Ideally, he just wants names/initials in hearts, but will settle for more symbolic tattoos. Like a boomerang to represent him for you, and something similar for you.

Keeping any gift you’ve ever given him for life.

I made you a friends ship braclet. Eh, ya know its not my normal kinda jewellery. You don’t ha- No, fuck off, I’m gonna wear it forever.  

Would still love you if you were a worm. Hasn’t the foggiest what he would do with you. But he would love you.

Obviously gonna teach you how to use a boomerang. Even if you already know, he’s gonna show you the right way. Gotta make sure his bab is protected. (Don’t tell him that you find them impractical and are unlikely to ever use one when in need, he will sulk.)

Aforementioned video.

[gauloiseblue]

Asra Alnazar | Modern AU

[+18 | Adult Content MDNI]

A/N: sorry for the random ass post, but I miss soft romance AU, and he's the only comfort character that I know would fit into this. (it's a wonder what a half heart could do to a lady, huh?) Anyway, enjoy my take on him ^^

General

He might not realize it, but most of his clothes are women's clothes. For a reason that he find the texture softer, and more comfortable, compared to men's clothes

Like shirts, and the outerwears

He likes woman's shampoo (*cough* Diane) as well, because it makes his hair smoother, and smells good

He also wears skincare, but limits himself to moisturizer only. Because he once brought so many products, but he ended up not using them because they didn't fit his skin type. He had learnt his lesson

Books and poetry are his weak spots. He likes to read, and can never resist a novel with an interesting title

He treats Orpheus and Eurydice story like the Bible

Sometimes he writes, but he finds his poems terrible, so he never shares it to anyone

Surprisingly, he doesn't have any favorite movie. While he does like a few movies, there's none that touched him—to the point that it changes him as a person

People around him would debate over his pet preference, some would be so sure that he's a dog person, while the others were dead serious about him being a cat person.

(Imagine their surprise when they found out that he owned a ball python)

He prefers to cook his own food rather than buying take-out, except for the food that (1) took a long time to make, and (2) sourdough bread (or any kind of artisan breads, really)

Talking about preference, his favorite beverages are smoothies and wines. But for wine, he only likes them when they're sweet. If it's a red wine, he'd like them hot and spiced. For white wine, he prefers port wine. I can see him liking any sweet cocktail like Baileys, Sangria, or Margarita. He only indulges in alcohol every once in a while, but smoothies? Oh boy…

Contrary to people's belief, he doesn't listen to music that much. Even if he does, he's listen to instrumental music

He values his concentration a lot, and would do anything to keep himself focused. That's why he practices meditation, and he'd take some time to meditate, at least once a day.

I can see him as someone who owns a perfume shop, or a place for an art exhibition. And he won't have just one job either, he'll have many things on his plate that's relating to arts, fragrances, and wellness

When people ask him about his belief, he'd say that he believes everyone is responsible for their actions. He doesn't believe that God would meddle with people's affairs, and strongly believes in karma. He also believes in reincarnation, that's why he tries to not make enemies with anyone, because he doesn't want to deal with them again in the next life

While he doesn't necessarily believe in the personification of God, he believes in the existence of Deities, and he respects their existence as something beyond human knowledge

Which, in turns, makes him luckier somehow

(Maybe it's because Deities favor him, but who knows)

He's really bad at video games, mainly because he never takes it too seriously. But his friends would invite him to play, because he always makes them laugh

He also sings, very badly at karaoke, because he never listens to the songs

Despite of his easy-going nature, no one's really close to him. He's a private person, and wouldn't disclose anything about himself too much

But strangely, people would claim that they know him best, solely on the random facts that he had told them separately

(And it's always fun to watch them arguing about it)

Love/Relationship

Like I said earlier, he's easy-going, and that means he's easy to approach too. But that's it, that's what he'd ever be

He's approachable, but unavailable at the same time

And the reason for it, is because his idea for love is very complex. He couldn't love someone if they didn't connect on deeper level

In the past, he's not afraid to kiss anyone he found interesting, but as he grew up, he did it less and less, to the point of stopping

(Once, he got into an argument because the person he kissed believed that they had something, but he firmly stated that they're nothing. Which snowballed into a fight, and their relationship became a gossip for quite a while)

He never slept with anyone either, because he believes that sex is an exchange of energy, and he didn't want to give a 'part' of him to someone he didn't truly love

I think he's pretty much the embodiment of 'fell in love first × fell harder' trope

He wouldn't know his feelings before they hit him all at once

And when it happens, he won't know what to do, because it's very unfamiliar to him

He'd distance himself with the person he loved, while trying to make sense of his feelings. Does he really love them? Is it something that's genuine, or will it pass?

But once he found all of the answers, he's committing, hard

You won't see any hesitation from him when he confess to you

Would just marry you on the spot if he could

Of course, he'll take it slow at first, but he knows that there's no one else he wants more than you. So he'll work hard to make sure that you're happy with him

Having conversations with him hits different, because he knows you and your way of thinking. You'd say just one word, and he'd already know the whole sentence

On the fluff sides, I think he'll pretty much share things with you

He'll let you move in with him, and will let you use his things without complain

That includes his clothes and skincare

You'd be surprised to find that many of his clothes fit you perfectly. Because they are women's clothes after all

Would prefer to cook for you, but wouldn't mind taking you out for dinner either

Dating him consists of a lot of talking, a lot of kisses, and a lot of cuddles

If you need help, he won't hesitate to do it for you. He'd take care of you when you're sick, he'd pick you up despite of the distance and the time. Whenever you phoned him, you knew he'd pick up in an instant

(He knows it's not healthy, but he can't help it, his world revolves around you now)

You know the post where a man was at the party before he said he missed his gf and went home immediately? Yeah, that's him

If you wear lip balm/lip gloss, you'll find him staring at you, until you apply it to his lips as well

Since he takes good care of his hair, he'll do it to yours too. He'd buy the best products for your hair, and would take care of it twice a week, leaving your hair soft and healthy

In terms of social life, he'd pretty much introduce you to everyone he knows. Whether it's his family, or just friends

Speaking of his family, his parents already welcomed you long before you even met them. They both would exchange a meaningful look whenever their son talked about you. They trust his choice, and will give you both their support if needed

(Now that you've entered the picture, his parents won't stop talking about your relationship with him. They'd gossip like two bored wives in the lazy afternoon, about how he'd propose, or what the wedding would look like)

And Faust!! That little thing is pretty much your child now

When the two of you are cuddling, Faust will find a way to nestles between you and him

(He usually lets Faust out of his tank whenever he's alone, but he'd only do it once you're comfortable with it. Which you did, eventually. And that's an order)

You both pretty much behave like an old couple, and many of his friends point it out to you—mainly in the form of complains, because he's becoming more and more unavailable since you both started dating

But what can you say? It's not like you can escape from him either when he's clinging to you 24/7

NSFW

If you remember what I said earlier about his thought on sex, then you shouldn't be surprised when I told you he's a virgin

When the two of you had sex for the first time, he swallowed his pride and told you that he had no experience. But he made it up to you by giving you oral

While he lacked experience, he definitely knew about women's anatomy (because he secretly read it in women's discussion pages)

And he's an attentive lover, he'd be in tuned with your feelings, and how your body reacted when he did certain things

He only lasted one round the first time, for a reason that it took tremendous energy to keep him focused on pleasuring you. But now that he knows your body like the back of his hand, he won't hesitate to tire you out every time you both have sex

At the end of the sessions, he'd relish the afterglow as he kissed your shoulder tenderly

The feeling would persist, even days after the passionate night. You called it 'lover's bliss', but for him, it's the remnant of 'your energy'

Since he avoided porn like a plague, his view on sex is really different from other people, and that includes the kinks that he's into

Choking and slapping are barbaric to him, but he'd hold you in his arms really tight as he pounded into you from behind. He won't shout vulgar words at you, but he'll whisper unbelievably sweet, but dirty things that'll make you squirm. You won't be forced to pleasure him with your mouth, but he'll eat you out until you cry rapturous tears

While there's no definite correlation between fruits and sweeter cum, his taste is definitely sweet, or at least less bitter than normally. (Yea, I'm nasty, what about it)

About birth control, he won't let you take one, because he knows of the side effects. He'll use condoms instead, or have unprotected sex when it's your safe day

He's a vanilla, but he won't hesitate to make you pass out from overstimulation

Though he won't do it often, since he needs to have the energy to wake up the next day

Trivia

His MBTI type is INFJ

He wears 3 rings—2 on his left hand, and 1 on his right hand—and one of them is actually your engagement ring. He just hasn't give it to you

[weepingflowerbonkcop]

Here is me defending my thoughts and opinions once again. Enjoy my headcannons and feel free to use them if any likes!

Best to worse hygiene in the Chain:

1. Warriors

2. Calamity

3. Legend

4. First

5. Fierce Diety

6. Four

7. Koridai

8. Time

9. Courage

10. Sky

11. Twilight

12. Wind

13. Sage

14. Wild

15. Hyrule

Best to worse hygiene in the Chain:

Part 2

4. First

• Alright so he was kept in a dungeon and tortured for a bit so at that time bathing wasn't such a big thing for him. But once he got out and had a dip, he decided that water was the most glorious thing for Hylians to have.

• He likes to soak in a cold bath for a long while. It's therapeutic for him and it soothes the scars littering his body.

• He does search for a body of water when they make camp for the night just so that he can wash up. He doesn't care how far he has to walk to the water - he's going to have the next best thing to therapy for himself.

• I also see him going and making sure that the younger Link's take regular baths as well. He's not as bad as Legend and Time with it but he us very persistent with the subject.

• First doesn't really use too much products like Wars and Legend, but he has his own that he specifically uses with more calming scents or those of a Middle aged man like Old Spice.

• Of course he is a knight that we know, but I don't think he'd be all that with the idea of being over hygienic. The regular and simple hygiene is fine with him, taking baths regularly, washing your hands, etc.

5. Fierce Diety

• The reason why I scored him so high is because although he is a literal War God, he's not one to like the aftermath per say.

• He might not be bothered by the sight of blood and gore or it getting on himself. But I fairly believe he likes to keep himself neat and orderly - meaning he does do a thorough wash up after.

• He wouldn't like the iron smell on him from the blood and all.

• He might not bathe every single day, but he does every second or third day when he's not covered in blood. He also has a routine that he follows with how he showers/bathes. First a good shower and then a bath.

• He does keep up with hygiene like washing his hands regularly because of his title as a War God.

• He's not picky with the smell of the soap or shampoo but he does have a preference for the more earthy type smells like pine or something similar to the forest.

6. Four

• He's a smith my people, he does sweat alot and ends up smelling like he hasn't bathed in weeks. He doesn't like the smell of sweat and it makes him feel gross when it feels like the heat is making his clothes stick to him.

• He bathes everyday but he doesn't always wash his hair. He's got certain days that he deticates for doing his hair care routine. Can't argue with me, just LOOK at his silky hair.

• Not only with his occupation, his other selves (Red, Blue, Vio, Green) also have their own preferences on cleanliness. They are the main reason for Fours awareness about his hygiene.

•  Blue doesn't mind the smell of sweat as much as the other colours. But he does hate it when his face and hair get dirty/oily.

•  Red and Vio are both the clean freaks out of the colours. At first it won't bother them as much but after a good 30 minutes their both wanting nothing more than to take a nice bath and scrub the guck gone.

•  Green is the one to take action of going and washing up after he notices any dirt. He keeps his hands clean to the best of his ability even while working.

[cntoesussie]

The TF2 Mercs and hair-related things (stuff i thought of while in the shower)

Scout:

wiliest hair imaginable

but he combs it out (occasionally)

HAT HAIR HAT HAIR AHAHHAHAHAH

sorry bout that

anyways

doesn’t have naturally oily hair

doesn’t mind really

Soldier:

Knows the standard military buzzcut

that’s about it

also knows jack shit about caring for hair

oops

Pyro:

do they have hair?

idk

but they like styling it

has one of these things to do it:

yeah you know the ones

loves dying hair wild colors (none of the mercs trust them)

Demoman:

knows how to care for his hair fairly well

he just doesn’t do it a lot

he can actually make himself look extremely nice when he tries

really likes lime-scented products

because yes

i said so (projecting)

Heavy:

bald ™️

but he took care of his sisters’ hair before

does it rather well actually

he can braid pretty fast

he’s even timed himself once

his current record for Yana is currently 1:46.93 minutes

he definitely wraps his head in towels after a shower though

it's canon i said so

Engineer:

also bald ™️

but he's grown out and styled his beard several times

won't you let him do it to you too?

maybe

he's been thinking about making a robotic scalp

that idea got scrapped immediately

Medic:

has arguably the healthiest hair on the team

knows what vitamins and minerals and stuff are good for it

concocted his own shampoo

smells like hand sanitizer and artificial grape

nobody trusts it

but it works

Sniper:

rat's nest ™️

bro has got the scraggiest hair out of all of them

also really oily (spy's jealous)

can slick it back after weeks of not washing his hair and call it a day

SIDEBURNS 💥

Spy:

bro's both greying and balding

but he makes it work

jealous of sniper

has not very oily hair as well

but he knows how to take care of it

he's like one of them gossipy hairstylists

like

'oh mon Dieu did you see what Sniper did with his hair, he's such a rat'

[cocoatonedcurls]

curly hair 101

hii :))

since "curls" is literally in my username, its only natural that I post about something for the curly girls :D

so why not start with a beginner's guide to curly hair :)

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in this guide

hair types/ curl patterns

wash day routine + products

regular hair care

hair styles + cuts

hair types

soo first of all i think its helpful if you get a gist of what hair type you have, e.g 2c, 3b, 4b etc...

its not mandatory and doesn't really mean anything but like it definitely aids when you're looking for haircair & inspo with hairstyles and haircuts and all that jazz 🤗 [ <- jazz hands :) ]

here's a chart to help you

obviously do some of your own research if you're unsure- this isn't very in-depth and doesn't use irl examples

also keep in mind that you can have multiple, and a wide range of types on one head LOLL like mine ranges from 2C -> 3C 🫣

(PS: this guide will be tailored to type 2 -> 3 hair just because that's what I have experience with and don't want to potentially ruin anyone's type 4 hair 😭 but if aspects of this apply then feel free to apply them 😇)

wash day routine + products

alrighty so i see some overcomplication/people being scared of curly hair washing- like looking at porosity and whatnot but IMO its really not that difficult

the only thing you really need to worry about for the washing aspect is getting moisturising (curly recommended) shampoo & conditioner, just cause if you don't it could dry out your hair and have a pretty dodgy finished product 😬 (I use Umberto Giannini for this)

washing is pretty standard:

wet your hair thoroughly, so that no part is dry

shampoo round 1, make sure to scrub thoroughly to get rid of any dirt and grime 🙈

rinse

shampoo round 2, this should turn your hair into its own bubble bath 🫧

rinse

condition, rake through your hair and make sure it is everywhere

let sit for a little bit, ~2 mins maybe

rinse

and thats it :))

don't use a regular towel, use a microfiber towel if you're using one at all so that all the moisture isn't drained from your hair before the rest of the products

now for the curly hair routine:

start with leave-in conditioner and run it through the entirety of your hair - I use Garnier leave-in, like the big tub

then run some curl cream through your hair and scrunch it in, make sure there is an even application throughout all the hair - I use the Shea Moisture curl cream

~ this next bit is optional because its a gel cast + styling but honestly id totally recommend going the extra mile for it cause it holds your curls for longer and makes ur hair softer ~

apply curly gel to your hair and scrunch it in, I use Aussie curl gel

for styling, I take the middle -> top sections of my hair, take some extra gel and finger coil the curls

let your hair air dry or diffuse

once completely dry, take some hair oil and scrunch it through your hair and separate any coils, I use argan oil

then you're done :))

regular hair care

there isnt really much to say here tbh

only that

if you need to refresh your curls, you should be able to do it just by finger-coiling with water

DON'T brush your hair while dry, it causes breakage

if you sweat, your hair will most likely get frizzy

to tie your hair use a scrunchie

sleeping with a bonnet helps reduce frizz but icl I don't 🫣

hair styles + cuts

okay let me preface this section by saying PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE do some research about curly stylists in your area, I promise it will be worth it because curly hair cutting requires special training (despite the fact we've probably all cut our hair ourselves at some point 🙈)

now here are some things I usually ask for in a haircut:

a trim off the edges to keep my hair healthy (I have hair down past my shoulders)

2 or 3 layers to keep volume around my head so it doesn't look like a flat landslide...

some long bangs at the front to frame my face

obviously thats just me so do some extra research and see what you'd like

not much, but here are some hairstyles i usually do for everyday wear:

hair down (obviously 🤗)

high ponytail/bun with a few curls at the front

half up half down with a few curls at the front

thats basically all the basics 🙃

i know its hard to start on a curly hair journey especially if you don't know what you're doing, so if you are (or aren't) i hope this was able to help you in some shape or form 🫶🤗

- li 🌘

[paikothecateater]

You know who definitely deserves a mega comp but has yet to get one?

Finland!

About time I change that.

-he has all the Moomin books and will occasionally reread them whenever he's not feeling great.

-oh yeah he's a 'delicate flower', but he can also collectively bench press all the others at once.

-he's an absolute dog dad. Hanatamago gets princess treatment like no other.

-the most positive energy ever. You physically cannot be upset if he's within a 10 foot radius.

-he genuinely has just some of the best hugs ever.

-he laughs at virtually everything. Sometimes one of the others will just walk in and he'll just be laughing at a water stain because it looks like a dog.

-he's that one guy who walks out in like -20°C weather in shorts and a t-shirt.

-his hair is effortlessly perfect all the time. Iceland is over here trying to keep his from becoming a stiff haystack while Finland's out here with 32 in 1 men's shampoo with hair that would put hair product commercials to shame.

-he and Denmark have the must underrated friendship ever. They're great drinking buddies, they both listen to heavy metal for sure, and they both have the humour of a twelve year old boy.

-Norway has been secretly sneaking some of his own clothes into Finland's closet because while very cute, Finland's style is incredibly... Intense.

-he hides around corners just to startle the others.

[kinkandkreep]

I don't think we talk about or, as authors, utilize the fact that Ken knows how to braid nearly enough.

And for as crazy as I am about him even I'm guilty of this. 🙃

Like, look at my man. He braidin'!

Especially for the girlies who envision him having daughters, the bonding time braiding and teaching to braid allows for and exploring how that influences the growth of the relationship between Ken and his child(ren)? I think that's golden, quality content right there. 👌🏾

I personally see him having a son though so while I can't necessarily examine from that angle, I do still think Ken allows his son to use his hair as practice when learning to do his own.

Random sidenote, but I also think Ken takes very good care of his hair. Like it's soft and smells nice, has great volume and he even knows how to trim his split ends. 😊

He takes proper care of it when he sleeps (when he's not lazy or extra tired) and he knows that you have to shampoo at least twice before you condition. He also knows to let the conditioner sit while you wash your body, then rinse it out.

And yes, I KNOW he used a two-in-one product in the sento scene in season 1, but that was just for convenience sake. At home the products are separate, I swear. 😭

Anyway, is early af and I'm not 100% on why I'm having all these thoughts, but I figured I'd share 'em wit y'all. 🙃

Aight, Ari out! ✌🏾

[silvercap]

Do you have any leon headcannons?

and maybe some krauser ones too?

I've got a few!! In no particular order:

Leon...

- Leon doesn't use a whooole lot of different products for his hair, but he stays loyal to one very specific brand and it's kind of expensive

- Also think he was a 2-in-1 shampoo kind of boy until he started working at the white house 😞 his hair is just nice like that tho. Thick and shiny

- Bite mark scar on his forearm from trying to push away a BOW who decided it looked more like a snack than defense

- Moles all over his body... and I mean everywhere.

- Suffers from a three-hit K.O. of sleep deprivation from working ridiculous hours (some self-imposed), insomnia, and a natural tendency to be a night owl. He's always tired, and if he feels safe somewhere he's constantly taking naps

- He's always thinking about something and has a tendency to get lost in his memories. I like to think he drinks just to stop thinking in endless loops of guilt and regret for a while :(

- Touchstarved as HELL. was joking the other day that he's the 'even held hostage it's nice to be held' meme lmaoo. Give him a hug, somebody??

- Listens to the most dad-rock-light-emo-90s-early-00s-linkin park-nirvana-alanis-morissette-foo-fighters-evanescence-nickelback music possible. Also Chevelle and The Police because I say so

- Tendency to be late to things on purpose, especially with the government

- Lingering nerve pain for a long time after Spain, and though it's mostly subsided after so many years it still flares up if he's pushing himself too hard

- Achy. So achy.

- Incredibly self-sacrificing. He would die to protect almost anyone and he cares very deeply about people even though he puts up a tough front :') not so much a headcanon as true, but it's important

- I feel like sometimes people can't tell if he's joking or not? Obviously he's got his silly one-liners and sarcasm, but I feel like he also likes deadpan humour and it throws off people who don't know him, maybe intentionally if he doesn't really trust them.

As for Krauser...

- He's such an asshole. Never knows when to shut the hell up and stop making sarcastic, biting little comments. I think he's just in love with the sound of his own voice at this point

- Strikes me as a middle child 🤔 maybe grew up with an older brother and a younger sister? Kind of a jock in high school, but also always a little bit antisocial

- Stubborn.

- Very practical. I don't think he really has much use for abstract or hypothetical discussion, he's a man of action. I think he enjoys following orders and being part of a scheme, too, helping to be part of a well-oiled machine

- Relentless drill sergeant, and again, a dickhead, but he really does care about his men

- He has this... assumption that everyone else is just as insane as he is, and doesn't see why people get caught up on small things. If there's something he wants to do, he's going to do it. He knows his strength and always has this intense desire to make himself better and better by constantly tackling challenges.

- He doesn't fail... until he does, and everything falls apart. His panic in Darkside Chronicles after he gets injured screams insecurity to me. The second his strength isn't enough, he feels weak and powerless and incredibly let down by his own inability to push through

- Arm injury in Operation Javier was super debilitating, maybe even to the point where he was advised to amputate it. Again, though, he's a stubborn SOB

- Very touchy. The kind of guy to always pat your shoulder or your back or knee. Just casually moves people out of the way, or readjusts their fighting stance while training without hesitation. If you're cuddling with him it's impossible to get away from his big heavy arms.

I think that's everything?? I'm always coming up with more ahaha but these are definitely the fundamentals :) Thanks for the ask!!

[frozenprocedural]

24 Elsarik :D

"Your Hair is So Soft"

Rating: K

Set in my Costs an Arm and a Leg verse. Alarik belongs to @patricia-von-arundel.

“You're joking.”

“I am not. Yes, Kristoff had reservations at first. But now, he loves it. Never asks for one, but he never turns it down either. I'm telling you, washing his hair, with a scalp massage? Alarik will be putty.”

Elsa shook her head, balling up her napkin and placing it in the aluminum takeout bowl. “I guess. It's just not something that immediately comes to mind.”

Anna swept their trash into the paper bag and stood. “Oh, it doesn't. But he'll love it. If I'm wrong, the next chocolate haul is on me. But I won't be. Which means you can pay.”

Elsa didn't think about their conversation until Alarik came home a few days later, his face tight with pain. Before the door had even fully closed behind him, he had his prosthetic and sleeve off, rubbing the burned skin of his stump. 

“Oh, Alarik. How bad?” She offered her hands, and he allowed her to work on his skin, massaging in slow, gentle circles.

“Enough. It's been building for the past few days. I probably should have rested it more.”

Elsa hummed, continuing to rub his arm. Anna's suggestion came back to her, and she smiled up at Alarik, standing on her toes to press a kiss to his cheek. 

“I'll warm up the leftovers, and then I want to try something, if you're willing.”

He turned so he could kiss her mouth, wrapping his other arm around her waist. “Of course, darling.”

…….

“I certainly could have started my own bath.”

“I know. But it's not just a bath. Now, how's the temperature?”

Alarik padded over, dipping a finger into the water. “Perfect.”

“Good! In you go.”

He settled in, looking back at her as she adjusted the chair so she was sitting by his head. 

“Are you joining me?”

“Not this time. I'm going to do your hair.”

His face scrunched in confusion. “But I-”

“I know you can wash your hair. But I want to try this. To give you a chance to relax. May I?”

Alarik rested his head against the towel she'd placed on the tub's rim, smiling. “Of course. I put myself in your capable hands.”

Elsa chuckled, leaning forward to place a kiss on his head. “I need you to lift your head so I can rinse your hair, though.”

After a thorough rinse, Elsa pulled over the pump bottle with Alarik's 3-in-1 shampoo. “I still don't understand how this works for you, while I have to use multiple products.” 

“The benefits of having luscious, curly locks, I suppose.”

Elsa rolled her eyes and laughed, splashing his neck. “Goose.”

Several pumps of shampoo onto her hand, and then she started, working it into his hair and scalp, working up a healthy lather. Elsa was surprised at how much she enjoyed it- running her hands through his hair and hearing the bubbly-scratchy noise of the shampoo was soothing in its own way. She could feel Alarik relaxing beneath her, his shoulders slumping and… shaking?

Was he crying?

“Alarik? Are you alright? Are you hurting?”

He sniffed, wiping his hand across his eyes. “No, I'm fine. I… it's… no one's ever done anything like this for me before. And… it's so nice… Oh God, why am I crying so much!?”

“Hey, hey, it's alright.” Elsa rinsed her hands in the water, then shifted the stool so he could look at her. She placed a hand on his cheek, using her thumb to wipe away the tears. “It's okay to feel. I'm here. And I love you, so, so much.”

Alarik sniffled and turned to kiss her palm, his hand coming up to cover hers. “I know. I'm so lucky to have you. And I love you so, so much.”

How long they sat there, Elsa wasn't sure. Eventually, Alarik looked back up at her with a quirked smile. “Would you… would you start washing my hair again?”

Elsa smiled back and shifted the stool. “Of course.” 

She added in some more shampoo, and soon Alarik was sighing and slumping against the tub as she massaged his scalp. Elsa kept it up for a few more minutes, before tapping his shoulder. 

“Time to rinse.”

He turned so she could see his pout. “Do you have to?”

She laughs. “Yes, Alarik. Besides, I'm sure the water is getting cold.”

“I'd survive.” Still, he sat up, letting her rinse. He took the proffered soap from her and finished washing himself, before reaching forward to pull the drain plug. He stepped out and toweled off, while Elsa grabbed his bottle of moisturizer. She followed him into their bedroom, and waited until he got dressed to sit beside him on the bed. 

“May I?”

He didn't hesitate, but immediately placed his stump into her lap. She was struck, as often was the case, by the trust he had in her. Alarik had grown more accepting about his missing hand and burn scars over the years, but he still tended to want to at least keep the skin covered while out in public. But that didn't happen with her. 

“You don't have to ask, you know. To touch…” He raised and lowered his stump.

“Would you ever stop asking me for permission to touch mine? Or work on my prosthetics? Even though I say yes every time?”

“Of course not! You might not want me to touch it at some point! I don't ever want to assume… oh.”

Elsa leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek. “Exactly. The same goes for you. Every. Time. Now, let's take care of your skin.”

Elsa squeezed a dollop of the lavender-scented lotion onto her hand. She was thorough, working the moisturizer deep into his skin, making sure to massage it well. She felt Alarik relaxing against her, and smiled, happy to see that he appeared to be feeling better. 

“You are amazing.”

She closed the bottle with a giggle, and passed him his nightshirt. After donning her own pajamas- just an old shirt of his and a pair of shorts- she settled into bed, tugging on his arm until he laid down next to her. She cuddled into his chest with a sigh, raising one hand to run it through his drying curls. 

“Your hair is so soft.”

She felt more than heard his chuckle. “What can I say? Luscious locks.” He kissed the top of her head. “Thank you, again. That was really nice.”

“I'm glad you enjoyed it. Just… don't tell Anna.”

“Wait, what?”

[thorniest-rose]

Hi, I just want to say I think you're so cute and I have the biggest crush on you and I think you're incredible and do you ever think about what Eddie's bathroom in his trailer is like, such a weird question I know, sorry! You're gorgeous, okay bye!

oh my gosh!!! you are so, so sweet thank you. And yes I actually think about Eddie's bathroom a lot!! I know he keeps his cheap body wash in there and his 2-in-1 shampoo & conditioner which makes Steve gag. He also has a little punk rubber duckie that Gareth got him and his bathroom cabinet is a mess of shaving cream, aspirin, bandages and razors. When Steve starts dating him, things improve. He tidies the mess in the cabinets and keeps his expensive face moisturiser in there alongside his shea butter body lotion and hair mousse and body mist, and in the shower he replaces all of Eddie's products with nicer ones, alongside his own designer shampoo & conditioner.

The lighting is dim in there too, almost impossible for Steve to do his skincare in the evenings, but it makes the space more intimate and cosy too. So sometimes Steve and Eddie will sit in the bath together and Steve will sit behind Eddie and go a deep conditioning treatment on his long hair and give him a head massage while Eddie melts and purrs and while they sit there in the warm water, they tell each other secrets and stories from their childhood, until the water runs cold and they wind up pressed against each other, Eddie inevitably getting horny and saying he wants to fuck Steve, the water sloshing out over the sides of the bath as he turns to grab at him. But Steve will laugh and tell him not to be an idiot, they can't fuck right here in the bath, so they'll get out and half towel themselves dry until they get too impatient and fall onto Eddie's bed. Then when Eddie fucks Steve, his wet hair falls into Steve's face but Steve just opens his mouth and lets the water drip onto his tongue, arching his neck up so Eddie can suck a mark into his skin, the two of them getting the sheets all damp where they rub up against them, but it doesn't matter because they'll dry off during the night, and besides they're doing laundry together the following day anyway.

So lots of adventures in Eddie's bathroom! I hope you enjoyed reading that sweet anon and that you have a lovely night!! <3

[lolamaehare]

The only everything shower routine you’ll ever need ౨ৎ

Pre shower

Hair -

Scalp oiling: use a store bought scalp oil or make your own. Cover hair with cling film to stop dust and dirt while it stays in your hair for 2-4 hours.

Rosemary water: boil rosemary in water for 20 minutes and allow to cool before straining into a spray bottle.

Scalp massage: massage scalp for at least 20 minutes once scalp oil is applied, increases blood circulation which helps hair growth.

Face -w

Flaxseed mask: mix 1/2 flaxseeds with 3 cups water, bring to a boil until thick while continuously stirring then put into a container to cool. Apply to face once cool and leave until dried, around an hour.

Shape eyebrows: pluck eyebrows, if wanted use dye to define them further.

Hands and feet-

Foot spa: if you don’t have a foot spa fill a bowl with hot water, add bath salts and essential oil for scent and extra benefits

Remove any nail polish

Shape and file nails

Scrub feet: use pumice stone or another tool, then afterwards a body/foot scrub.

Body -

Dry brush: start from the bottom of your body and work you way up. Promotes blood circulation and exfoliates giving you smooth skin.

During shower

Hair -

Double shampoo: double shampoo when scalp oiling to properly cleanse scalp of oil.

Hair mask: while the hair mask sits in your hair for 10+ minutes it’s a good time to gua sha your face.

Conditioner

Face -

Gua sha: open lymph nodes, go through a gua shaing routine, then drain lymph nodes. There are lots of tutorials online to follow. I gua sha in the shower with a face wash and water. Never gua sha on dry skin it damages your skin barrier and causes premature aging, if you skin starts to feel like it’s pulling add more moisture.

Face wash

Body -

Exfoliate: use a glove, net or other exfoliating tool to exfoliate body.

Body scrub

Body wash

Shave (if wanted): use a sharp razor, blunt razors can cause razor bumps. Shave with a cream or wash, never on skin alone.

After shower

Face -

Face mask

Skincare: if you have products that you only use every so often this is a good time to use them as an extra treat.

Eye mask

Lip scrub: make your own with sugar, honey and coconut oil or use a store bought one.

Lip balm/moisturiser

Eyelash and eyebrow oil/serum: castor oil works great for me.

Body -

Body oil: apply a scented body oil straight out of shower while skin is still damp.

Moisturize: moisturise entire body.

Hair -

Leave in conditioner: depending on hair type the amount will vary, if you have straighter hair add very little and only to the ends to prevent greasiness.

Hair oil: once hair is completely dry warm a tiny amount of hair oil in your palms (hair oil is not the same as scalp oil!) rub into the very ends of your hair to help with split ends, shine and dryness

Hands and feet -

Paint nails

Cuticle oil: apply either bought cuticle oil or another skin oil such as almond oil or coconut oil to cuticles of hands and feet after nail polish is dry.

Moisturize: moisture both hands and feet, add vaseline to feet on top and put on socks to help absorption

Extras

Layer scents: mix and match the scents body washes, scrubs, hair products and moisturisers to create your personal scent. For example fruity, warm and spicy, vanilla, etc.

Pick products for your concerns: curate your products to your skin and hair concerns. Use a more moisturising lotion is your skin is dry, use a repairing shampoo if your hair is damaged, etc.

The best time to do an everything shower is on reset days, although it’s a great way to end and start the week these don’t have to be on Sundays. Of course everything showers can be done whenever you feel like relaxing and giving yourself some love.

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 17*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Aw shit here they go again.

Author’s Note: Let’s pour one out for Victor u__u Enjoy and take care x

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I peek out the bathroom door, briefly making sure Victor’s still unconscious. He is, but he stole Seb’s headphones — I’m assuming for noise-canceling purposes. Heheh. Whoops.

I close the door again, pressing my back against it to face Sebastian. The man of my dreams. The hot local emo dude who just told me he loves me. 

I still haven’t answered him yet. I almost don’t believe it. I’ve never been very lucky before, aside from the recent event of having a farm and money totally just handed to me. Why would it start now?

“You’re not fucking with me?”

“God damnit (y/n),” Seb whines, running his hands through his hair. “No, I’m not! I love you!”

!!! 

“Like, I’m madly in love with you.” 

!!!!!!!!

“But I, in no way, shape, or form, wanted to tell you for the first time, in the fucking bathroom, while dumping a fat load inside of you. Who the fuck does that?!”

I laugh, because who wouldn’t with that choice of words? There’s a genuine fear in his eyes following my reaction. Well, there has been fear in his eyes ever since he realized what he’d said, but my giddiness elevated it. Shitshitshit—

“Sebash–” 

“Brooo, I just said ‘I love you’ and you’re laughing in my face!” he half-chuckles, half-groans. He covers his face again, sitting on the edge of the bathtub. “If you’re gonna be a dick about it then–”

“Shut the fuck up!”

Seb shoots his face out from his hands. He looks insulted and terrified.

“I love you too, dipshit!” I kneel between his open legs and lean on his thigh.

Sebastian wraps me into a hug, squeezing me against his lower half as if he wants me to pop. Ouchy.

“Oh thank fuck,” he airily laughs. “That was so scary. Why didn’t you say it sooner, ya little—“

I lift myself to sit on Seb’s thigh, pulling him into the crook of my neck. I’m fully embracing his head – one arm’s wrapped around his shoulders with the corresponding hand placed in his hair. My other hand is cupping the side of his face, and I’m leaning my head atop his. 

Instead of finishing his sentence, he sighs and chuckles into my touch.

“You’re really bad at feelings, aren’t you?” I whisper while running my hands through his soft, black hair. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, okay.”

He audibly sniffles. “You smell kinda sweaty…” 

“Wait, getting railed twice and cumming several times in one day didn’t make me smell like roses?”

Seb snorts and nods. “Fair. Wanna shower?”

“Together?”

“As long as there’s no funny business,” he narrows his eyes at me, grinning.

“What, don’t have a third round in ya?” I poke at him. 

I’m only half-joking. I’ve never felt this insatiable. I’m addicted to Seb’s cock.

“Not yet,” he shudders. “Legs are sore.”

I stand to remove my clothes, and he mimics my actions. “I can work with that,” I wink as I bend over to turn on the water. 

“Fucking siren.”

“What?” I giggle.

“This is how I die,” he dramatically announces, “Drowned through sexual acts in my own bathtub.” 

“There’s worse ways.” I try my best at a sinister laugh.

As we get in, I have Seb sit in front of me, facing away from the stream. I squeeze some of his shampoo into my hands – I was right about him using Old Spice, all that time ago – and lather it through to his scalp with a massage.

I take note of the fact that all his products are the same brand and scent (Bearglove, mmm), aside from the conditioner. A man of tradition. At least he uses a conditioner… Those 2-or 3-in-1 fuckers are a whole different breed.

“Mmm…” he moans. Good lord don’t tempt me, sir. 

“You like that, baby?” I blush at my own words, realizing how borderline erotic I just sounded. I glimpse at his dick, for science. Lo and behold, it’s looking stiffer than before.

“So much,” he sighs, into a breathy chuckle. “Is that the first time you’ve called me that?”

I lean to the side a little, allowing a direct line of water onto his hair so I can rinse it. “Yeah, actually, I think it was.” 

“Sounded kind of nice,” he mumbles, as if he doesn’t want to admit it. 

“Yeah? Never took you as a pet name guy.” 

I take advantage of the conditioner I’ve rubbed into his hair to play with it for a little, making a few tiny braids before washing ‘em free. 

“Didn’t know I was.”

“I felt the same way,” I admit, “until you started using them on me.”

He does one of those ridiculously-sexy-for-no-reason hums of his that I love. “Am I weird for feeling proud of that?”

“I don’t think so. I’m kinda proud too.”

“What if I’m feeling turned on by it?”

I laugh. “A little weird, but passable.” 

“Bite me,” he grumbles in mock offense. I lightly gnaw at his right trap, and he chuckles as he shoves my face away.

Pumping some body wash into my palms, I rub the gel through my hands a couple of times before massaging it into his shoulders. Yoba, these things are tense. Must be from all the work he does at his computer. I crouch lower to rub downward into his shoulder blades, easing up the muscles around his spine.

“Yoba. Lemme do you next,” he offers, melting into my fingers. “This shit is insane.”

“Gladly.”

I’m sitting cross-legged behind Seb’s back. I lean against him, closing my eyes as I try to use my sense of touch to find any stray knots. “I thought my muscles were tight…”

“I should invest in a better chair…”

“You gonna become one of those Herman Miller enthusiasts?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffs. “Too pricey.”

I hum in agreement, letting my hands stray to the front so I can lather the soap into his chest. I let some water roll down his back to clear any suds before placing a few soft kisses to his spine. His chest heaves slightly under my touch. 

“Y’know, I’ve never had someone be so gentle to me…” he murmurs. 

“Is that a bad thing?”

He shakes his head, “It’s perfect, actually.”

Fucking angel.

I sigh, resting my cheek to him and snaking my hands lower down his torso. “I love you, ya cornball.” 

“I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing that.” He lifts one of my hands and kisses my knuckles before returning it back to its previous spot on his tummy. 

“Insult included?”

“Honestly? Yeah.” I giggle as he confesses, “As long as you’re saying you love me, I don’t think I can complain about something so trivial.”

I don’t know how to respond. My heart’s just so full… I opt to not say anything. Don’t wanna ruin the moment. A short bit goes by, and I notice that my hands are at Seb’s belly button-level. 

So close to… 

Fuck it. 

I test the waters, fingers grazing his upper pubic area. 

“(Y/n),” he breathes. “Hm?”

He chuckles. Seb takes my dominant hand and lowers it around his cock. “S’that what you want, baby?” 

I nod against him with a strong exhale as I feel him in my palm, all while heat rises swiftly to my face. He breathes heavily as I lightly stroke him, using the suds running down his body for an easier glide. I press some more kisses to his back, all in different spots, some more open-mouthed than others.

“Fuck.”

Wanting to experiment, since this is my first real opportunity, I snake my other hand over and grip the base of his shaft. Still gives me plenty of room to jerk with the first hand, and maybe the extra pressure feels nice?

His head tilts back, pure bliss written on his face as he quietly moans. I hum, proud of my accomplishment.

“So fucking good at this,” he whispers. 

“Lemme taste?”

“Absolutely.” 

He flips around and lays back against the end of the tub, pulling me into him to make out. A little warm up for my tongue. Much appreciated.

Before I can get lost in the sensation, I pull away, trailing kisses and licks across his neck, onto his shoulders, down his chest. I leave some hickies around Seb’s upper thighs, palming him to tide him over while I ramp up the anticipation. His squirms and throaty mewls are fucking delightful.

“Fuuuck, please (y/n).”

“Patience, young grasshopper.” Check mate, nerd. He laughs and rolls his eyes, eyebrows turned upward. 

Gotta be honest. I’m a little nervous, as this is the first time I’ll be trying to take him in my mouth and he’s absolutely packing. 

I ease myself in, basically French kissing along the edges of his tip. Tasting the salty beads of pre-cum that have gathered over the last few minutes. I let my lips glide up and down the side of his length for a moment as my hand stays firmly pumping the half closer to his base, my ass lifted and swaying to give him a show. 

“Goddamn, (y/n),” he groans, cupping my cheek. 

Because I’m a fucking dog, apparently, I nuzzle into it for a sec, sinking myself into his touch. He quietly laughs at me, rubbing his thumb along my cheek. I take his thumb in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it while continuing to twist my fist around his cock. I could swear I felt goosebumps on his skin just now.

I finally move my face back towards his member, taking just the tip in my mouth before going for the gold. I try to fit in as much as I can, as I stare into his gem-like eyes, my own squinting and watering. 

Seb moans, and I do too, reactively. “Holy fucking shit. Feels so good.”

The late-night summer sunset is shining through the small, ground-level window above us. The rays of light intertwining with the droplets falling onto us is like pure stardust. And Seb looks ethereal underneath it all.

He’s fucking stunning.

His pupils are dilated and his cheeks are painted crimson, as though he’s high on something other than the THC that’s probably out of his system by now. Every once in a while he smiles, teeth over his lower lip, palm grazing my cheek, as if to wordlessly tell me how nice I feel. I’m seeing Sebastian in his most raw and vulnerable form.

Really is making me feel like a siren right now. 

Seb’s eyes roll back as I do my best to keep a good pace. I want to go faster, but don’t want to risk any teething accidents. I clasp both hands around him as I pull out, giving my jaw a breather.

“How am I doing, sir?” I ask before licking strips along the exposed skin.

“Oh god,” he laughs. Seb puts a hand over his chest. Can’t tell if he’s being a drama queen, or if that name does make him that weak. He continues, “You’re doing so well– Ahh!” and I cut him off by getting back to work

His cock is hitting the back of my throat, and I still have some space to work with — quite the dilemma, but it gives me an idea.

I pull all the way out again and take his hand, lifting it to my hair before diving back in. I bore my eyes into his to deliver the message. Catching my drift, Seb assists me, pushing my head as far as we can both muster it. I squeeze my eyes shut, focusing on my breathing and the movements of my tongue.

“Fffuh– God, I’m so fucking close.”

I come up for some air and quietly mewl around his tip, “Just use me,” before planting my lips back in place. Can’t help but feel proud of the heady noise Seb let out when I said that. 

I’m ravenously bobbing my head as Sebastian pushes me deeper, his hips thrusting concurrently. He’s totally just fucking the shit out of my mouth, god this is so hot. My tonsils burn from being beaten, and I’m gagging because obviously, but the sounds coming from Seb numb the pain.

“Baby I’m gonna cum,” he groans, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Just like that. Don’t waste a drop, princess.”

I moan around his cock at the new name and sexy command, subsequently feeling warm liquid burst into my throat. I struggle to breathe while he finishes but can’t bring myself to cut him short. Too much of my pride is at stake. 

Once I sense finality and hear Seb’s heavy breaths dissipate, I slowly pull away from him. I silently thank Yoba for oxygen and swallow everything I’ve been given.

Seb leans forward and lifts me by the chin for more kisses. “Such a good fucking girl,” he murmurs against my lips. Making me feel so needy... No. It’ll make future endeavors better if you have some patience, (y/n). Simmer down.

Foreheads pressed together as our mouths part, I giggle. “That was sick.”

He furrows his brows, giggling along with me before positioning himself behind me. “Yeah?” He makes the water a little hotter – I didn’t notice it was getting cold in the first place.

I hum, nod, and add, “I didn’t die from asphyxiation either.” 

Seb snorts. “A jack of all trades.” I hear the shampoo bottle click, and he pulls me back to lean against his chest, leaving a kiss on my hairline. “Did I ever tell you that I started calling you a good girl strictly thinking it would tick you off?”

I shake my head. “Pfft, no, you didn’t. Seriously?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “But now that I know the effect it actually has on you, I quite like it. Has a nice ring.”

“Good. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing it,” I paraphrase his earlier claim.

He starts massaging my scalp the same way I did his earlier, and I accidentally let out a lil’ moan.

“Thaaat’s my good girl,” he lilts, adding his nails softly into the mix.

Goosebumps instantly sprout across my skin. I pat at my arms as if it’ll do anything to stop them.

“Stop giving me the tinglies.”

“...The tinglies.”

“Yeah. What about ‘em?”

“Never heard that term before.”

“Better add it to your vocabulary,” I tease, leaning into the stream a bit to help rinse the residual suds from my hair. “It’ll be hip with the kids before you know it.”

He starts to apply the conditioner, and whispers, “Alright, grandma.” I shake my head to whip him with my, now conditioner-filled, hair. “Fuck!”

“Talk shit, get hit.” 

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“Is he dead?” I whisper, tucked into Seb’s chest on his bed.

“He’s probably going to wish he was when he comes back to us.”

“Yeah… that whole ‘shutting me up’ thing was hot, but it didn’t last long.”

“Your pussy is worth making noise for,” Seb coos. I roll my eyes and nudge him with my elbow, totally trying to avert any possible attention from the heat in my cheeks or the squeak that bubbles in my throat.

“Was he planning on a sleepover, or have you just accepted your fate as a temporary Victor-sitter?”

“Neither… His mom isn’t keen on sleepovers.”

I pucker my eyebrows. “Isn’t he, like, my age?”

“Yeah, got a late start though. So now his mom’s trying to make up the lost time by being up his ass about everything he does. Keeping him ‘disciplined’ or some shit, I dunno.”

“Sounds a lot like my own parents…” I think out loud. “What a bitch.”

He nods. “But she’s fucking loaded.” He sighs, “I guess being heavily governed is his price to pay for financial stability.”

Victor’s a good guy, I think. I hope he has a good home life, aside from having an overbearing mother. He looks so peaceful on Seb’s couch, skull-patterned pillow under his head and hoodie rolled up under his arms.

“The last train leaves kinda soon, no?”

“Yeah. I should get him up there.”

I scoot over a little, propping onto my elbows while Seb crawls over me to leave the bed. He stops while his body is on top of mine – this is all too familiar – and dips into a heated, greedy kiss. Mmmmm.

“You coming?”

I sigh. “Yeah, I should head home too actually. Gotta make sure Cannoli’s doing okay.”

“Lame,” he teases. 

“Clingy.” When he gets up, I grabby-hand in his direction for a lift, to which he happily obliges. We tip toe over to the couch to wake up Victor and get him Zuzu-bound.

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“You don’t have to walk me home every time I leave your house, you know.”

“Sorry for wanting to make sure you get there safely.”

“Says the guy who goes to the monster-infested mines overnight, for funsies.” I sigh. “That conversation with Victor could not have been any more embarrassing than it was,” I groan looking up to the sky and dragging my hands along my face.

“He’ll forget about it eventually.”

“Fuck no, he won’t!” I laugh, incredulously. “How do you forget about someone you just met apologizing for waking you up by fucking one of your best friends?” 

“He’s experienced worse.”

“What, you and Sam’s moaning?” I tease.

He doesn’t answer. The silence speaks volumes.

“Oh my god, you and Sam tortured Victor with this shit too?”

He scrunches his nose. “He walked in on us once.” 

“Holy shit,” I laugh, my hand shooting up to my mouth. “How?!”

“Ugh… we cut class to experiment in the showers.” Before I can question the logic behind their chosen location, he continues. “Jodi’s strictly anti-gay, and had some suspicions after I started dabbling in makeup, so she made Sam keep his door open any time I went over back then. And this was before mom let me claim the basement, so we obviously couldn’t use the room I shared with Maru.” 

Seb glances down towards me with a little shrug, and pops his knuckles as he looks back ahead. “Vic had gym that period, and when his class finished up, he just so happened to be the one to open our curtain.”

My mouth hangs open for a sec. “You didn’t stop when you heard people coming in?!” 

“Nobody used those fuckin’ things. You think a teenage boy’s first instinct after gym class is to get clean?”

“Fair,” I shrug. “At least it was him, and not one of those homophobes you told me about.”

“Exactly,” he smiles, tapping my forehead.

I swat his hand away, and Seb steals it to tangle our fingers together. I give him a squeeze, then think out loud, “I imagine it’s hard for Victor to date, with such a strict mom.”

“Yeah, he’s made it work though. He dated this family-friend of theirs for a long time, a while back. Another rich girl, so of course Olivia approved.”

I guess Olivia is Victor’s mom. Shuddering, I ask, “Is she as snooty as Olivia seems?” 

“Not in the slightest,” Seb laughs, softly elbowing me. “She’s one of the nicest people I’ve ever met.” He sighs, seeming to reminisce a little. He softly continues, “I hope she’s doing alright. She had to leave the valley a while back for some personal shit, so I haven’t really been in contact.”

I ponder for a moment. “Her name isn’t Sophia, is it?” 

Seb shoots me a questioning glance, “D’you know her?”

I shake my head. “Sam told me about her when he came over a few days ago.” Frowning slightly, thinking back on what he had told me about the girl. “I hope she’s doin’ okay.”

He gives my hand a squeeze, “I’m sure she will be, if she’s not now. Hopefully you can meet her sometime.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Seb hums. “You’d love her. She’s just as much of a nerd as you are.”

“Fuck you, you’re a nerd!” 

“Whatever, nerd.”