#How long does a pedicure last

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[krirebr]

Beyond These Walls in Front of Me

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Andy brings you into a new part of your home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, training, references to punishment, isolation - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: And here is the winner of the poll I posted last week, asking you all to help me choose the next part of this AU to work on. Of all the options, this was the one that was least fleshed out in my head, but I really like how it turned out! A quick reminder that this is an out-of-order AU, so this one is obviously after reader's first day but before Christmas.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who always tolerates me sending countless screenshots and answered my endless questions of "Is this too much? Not enough? Does it make sense??"

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You woke up at the buzz of your wristband. Andy’s arm was slung over your side as he snuffled into your neck in his sleep. You took a moment just to breathe, to gather your strength for the day. You could afford that time, you hoped. You didn’t think it’d put you behind schedule. Then, you got up, exceedingly careful not to disturb the man who shared your bed. You had learned your lesson, there. It was time to start your morning routine.

You took a shower, and using all the products he liked, cleaned yourself thoroughly. Once you were done and dried off, you applied moisturizer to your entire body. You’d given yourself a manicure and pedicure yesterday, so your hands and feet shouldn’t need attention, but you still double-checked to make sure the polish hadn’t chipped. Then it was time for hair and makeup.

Andy liked the sort of ‘low-maintenance, natural’ look that actually took forty-five minutes so you didn’t have time to waste. You got out all your toners, primers, serums, powders, gels, stains, etc. Thank god for the wide counter and twin sinks because you needed all that room to make yourself perfect for him. You avoided looking yourself in the eye in the mirror as much as you could. You already knew what you would find there. Emptiness. You didn’t need to see it again.

Once your makeup was done and your hair was in one of his approved styles, you tiptoed into the walk-in closet that he’d left unlocked and put on the outfit he’d picked out for you last night. It was a dress. Of course, it was. It always was. You hadn’t worn pants in… well, you weren’t sure how long. Time was slippery these days.

You stepped back into the bedroom to find Andy just starting to stir. You closed your eyes for just a moment, bracing yourself, then went to his side of the bed. With a gentle hand, you brushed his hair back from his face, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, sir,” you cooed. Your hand traveled down from the top of his head to cup his cheek, just how he liked, and he nuzzled into it as he hummed sleepily. He didn’t open his eyes though, so you slowly pulled back your hand and made your way to the bedroom door.

You held your wristband up to the sensor and the door unlocked. You knew that if you looked back, you’d see Andy’s phone on his nightstand, lit up with the alert. So you didn’t look back.

As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t help the way you sort of held your breath as you walked past the punishment room as quickly as you could. Andy had taken to leaving its door open lately, in case you needed the reminder. You kept your eyes forward and didn’t look inside.

Once you got to the kitchen, you immediately started preparing breakfast. Andy had mentioned last night that he was in the mood for pancakes, so you got out the ingredients, along with eggs and bacon, and got to work. Breakfast was the most stressful meal to make because the timing was so delicate. Take too long and it wouldn’t be ready when he came out, which would displease him. But make things too quickly and they would just sit and get cold, which you had learned quickly also made him angry. So you kept an ear open to the bedroom and hoped for the best. 

It lined up well today because just as you were stacking the last pancake on the serving plate, Andy came out and wrapped himself around your back at the stove. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so it must be Saturday. That meant you’d gotten to sleep in a little this morning. How nice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he rumbled, in between peppering kisses down your neck.

You didn’t shrug him off. “Good morning, Sir,” you said. “Breakfast is ready.”

He made a hungry little moan into your neck. “Everything smells so fucking good. Including you.” He finally let you go, picked up the cup of coffee you had ready for him, and took his seat at the table.

When you brought the food over to him, he tilted his head up in expectation. Without grimacing, you lowered your head and kissed him. He took control, as always, with a hand on the back of your head. The most important thing was not resisting him. You’d learned that the hard way.

Once he released you, you started to move away so you could make your own breakfast (oatmeal and fresh fruit like usual), when he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Hold on,” he said. “There’s something we need to talk about.” 

Your stomach dropped. No. What had you done wrong?? You’d been trying so hard to be good! You were good. You were. 

You nervously glanced at him to find him looking at you curiously. He held your gaze for a moment, then commanded, “Kneel.” 

You froze, for just a second. This was new. You weren’t sure where it was going. Maybe he wanted you to keep his cock warm while he ate. You could do that. You could. You could do a lot of things if it kept you out of the punishment room.

You dropped to your knees at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes and a wide smile bloomed on his face. He gently cupped your cheek with his hand and cooed, “Such a good girl.” Then he straightened his hand and tapped your cheek twice with his fingers. “Get up, sweetheart.”

You stood up, visibly confused, and let him guide you onto his lap. He just held you there for a bit, just stroking his hand up and down your arm. When he finally spoke, he said, “You’ve been so good lately. So obedient. I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been trying. How much you’ve improved.”

You didn’t need any prompting to say, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. That’s why I think you’re ready.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ready for what, sir?”

The smile he gave you was gentle, proud. “To move upstairs with me.”

“Upstairs?” you gasped. You didn’t know how to react to that. Upstairs had always been a far-off future thing. Just do what he says so you can get upstairs had always been the mantra, but now that the time had come, what did it mean? What should you do?

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said. “Upstairs. We finally get to start our lives together.”

“I–” you started and stopped, suddenly overcome by fear. You didn’t know what was upstairs. You only knew the basement, only knew what to expect in the basement. “What do I need to do, sir?” you finally asked.

“Right now,” he said, his tone full of amusement, “why don’t you get me another cup of coffee? Then you can make yourself breakfast and when you’re done eating, clean up the kitchen. I’ll take a shower after breakfast, that should give you some time. Then I’ll bring you upstairs.”

You hated the relief you felt at knowing what to do. “Yes sir,” you said as you scrambled off his lap and headed straight to the coffee maker. Andy watched you with a satisfied grin on his face.

You turned around halfway up the stairs, Andy right behind you. “You’re sure this is ok, sir?” What if this was a trick or a test? What if he changed his mind when you got to the top and you’d be punished?

He just raised an eyebrow. “Are you second-guessing me, sweetheart?” His tone was still light, but you knew you’d messed up.

You shook your head frantically. “No! No, sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He brushed his fingertips down your cheek. “I know you will, sweetheart. Now, turn around and keep going.”

You did as he said and finished climbing the stairs. When you got to the top, you tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. You held your wristband up to the sensor but nothing happened. Oh god. As you started to turn around to ask him what to do, he crowded into you, pressing you into the door, covering you with his body so you couldn’t see what he was doing. But you heard the beeps of a keypad.

And then his arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you as he opened the door and he was nudging you onto the main floor.

The first thing you noticed was how bright it was. There were windows! Sunlight was streaming in. As soon as Andy let go of you, you ran to the nearest window and turned your face up into the light. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you swore you could feel the sun’s warmth through the glass. You hadn’t seen daylight in… you had no idea. You hadn’t been able to keep track of time down there, but months. It must have been months. Tears started to gather in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. He only liked it when you cried during sex or punishments, otherwise you were being manipulative. You couldn’t do anything that would rob you of this sunlight.

“Sweetheart,” he called from behind you. When you didn’t register that, he called your name, a hint of sternness sneaking into his tone. That got your attention and you looked over your shoulder. “Come here,” he said.

You pulled yourself from the window and went to stand in front of him. He put his hand on your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now,” he said seriously, “being upstairs comes with a lot of privileges, but it doesn’t mean you can forget all your rules, ok? Or that you’re done training. I expect you to be just as good up here as you were down there. And if we have to go back downstairs, for whatever reason, I need you to know that it will be much worse for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, big and genuine and you thought briefly of how that smile would make you melt on anyone else. “You can call me Andy now, sweetheart. That’s one of the privileges I was talking about.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, the honorific so engrained in you it just tumbled out. “I mean, Andy,” you corrected yourself hurriedly, committing the new rule to memory. “Thank you, Andy.”

He cupped your cheek. “You're welcome sweetheart,” he cooed. “I am gonna miss the way you say ‘sir,’ though,” he added with a lascivious glint in his eye. 

You stood as still as you could as he ran his thumb under your eye, collecting the tears that had gathered there. He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn’t help but lower your eyes in response. “Come on,” he said, with a grin in his voice. “Let me give you a tour of the house.”

He took you into the kitchen first, of course, and immediately started extolling all its virtues, but you couldn’t hear him. And you could only see one thing. On the stove, in the middle of all the controls, was a digital clock. It read 10:37. It was the morning because of the light streaming through the windows. (There were even more in this room. There were windows everywhere.) And it was Saturday because Andy was home today and he hadn’t been home yesterday. It was 10:37 on a Saturday morning. Holy shit. Downstairs, you hadn’t had any indication of time passing other than the buzz of your wristband letting you know it was time to get up, or start a chore, or make a meal. But now, it was 10:37. And the next time you looked at it, you would know exactly how much time had passed since now. Time would mean something. You wouldn’t be adrift anymore.

You were crying. You couldn’t help it. Andy turned back to you, one hand still on one of the two stacked ovens that were built into the cabinetry as the other moved to his hip. “What’s wrong?” he asked harshly.

You shook your head urgently. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry, Andy.”

���Tell me the truth, sweetheart,” he said, with that tone that said you were on your way to the quiet room, at the very least.

Your eyes darted around the kitchen frantically, trying to find an answer that would appease him. “No, it’s nothing. I’m alright. I just– It’s so much. I’m– I’m overwhelmed. I feel so much.” It was much more honest than you usually were with him, not counting the early days when you would scream what you really thought of him before you understood the consequences. But you didn’t know what else to say.

He took a few steps, closing the space between you and it took every muscle in your body to make yourself stand your ground, not flinch away. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Oh, honey,” he said, his tone so much gentler than before. “I know. I’m so happy to have you up here, too. This is going to be so good for us.” He just stood and held you, running a soft hand up and down your back. After a few moments, he asked, “Ready to see the rest of the house?”

You knew the correct answer, so you ducked your head and said, “Yes, Andy,” as he released you. He grabbed your hand tightly and quickly tugged you into the next room.

You absently took in the large sectional, the big TV on one of the walls, more windows, but mostly you were struck by how much bigger the living room was than its basement counterpart. You’d assumed, foolishly, apparently, that the square footage of where you’d been living roughly matched the main floor above it, but as you looked around you were sure that this floor at least doubled where you’d spent the last who knows how long. You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through you as you wondered what else was down there. 

There was a dining room and another sitting room next but you weren’t taking anything in, couldn’t describe anything about this house if pressed other than typical upscale suburban fare. It fit him. You had the sudden, chilling, thought that maybe it would fit you too someday. Soon. If you continued to become who he wanted you to be. Because you already were. As much as you’d tried to stay yourself, especially at the beginning, you felt all the ways he’d ground you down, all the ways you’d changed. You remembered how easily you’d slipped down to your knees just an hour or so before. Just because he’d told you to. You wanted to cry again, but you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like that. And wasn’t that just all there was?

As you came upon the stairs leading to the next floor, you stopped dead in your tracks without thinking, your hand falling out of Andy’s now lax grip. The front door. It was just… right there. For anyone to use. Anyone to enter. Or exit. A thousand thoughts flew through your mind all at once. You could just run. Right now. Maybe with the element of surprise, you’d get a head start. There were hooks on the wall, and on one of them hung a set of keys, what looked like car keys with a few others. Grab them and run and maybe you could do it! But where would you go? You didn’t know this neighborhood, this town. You didn’t have anyone you could go to for help. You didn’t have any form of ID. Last you knew, Andy had all of your papers and cards locked up in his safe. And those were all the new ones he’d gotten for you. Your original identity, your real one had been destroyed. You knew. He’d made you watch him do it. 

As you argued with yourself, on the verge of saying fuck it and making a run for it despite all the reasons not to, you noticed a small black sensor to the right of the doorknob, identical to the ones downstairs. The ones that your wristband would unlock only if it was an authorized time. The ones Andy controlled on his phone. 

You looked up to find him already on the first stair, his gaze locked on you. Your indecision couldn’t have lasted that long. Just a few seconds, if that. But, as he stared at you, you felt like he could see every thought you’d ever had. You wanted to shrink back, maybe run down the stairs to the basement before he threw you there himself, crawl into the punishment room, and beg for mercy. 

But before you could do anything, he held out his hand. “Ready to see the bedrooms?” he asked. His face was completely blank, his tone betraying nothing. 

You tried to do the same, to not shake or look or sound guilty as you said, “Yes, Andy,” and took his hand, letting him guide you up the stairs.

On the second floor, he brought you down the hall, bypassing several doors before pulling you into the room right at the end. It was huge, was your first thought. So much bigger than the room you’d spent the last who knows how long in. The walls were painted a light blue-gray, all the furniture – dressers and nightstands, a much darker gray. The bed was one of the biggest you’d seen, Californian King at least, maybe even Alaskan. It was covered with plush, fluffy bedding and lots of pillows, all in different shades of blue, with a light gray, stuffed, and quilted headboard resting against the wall. It all screamed luxury and relaxation. You were reminded of those home improvement shows you used to watch when you had the freedom to. They’d talk about how your bedroom should be a sanctuary, everything chosen to inspire relaxation and calmness. This was the sort of room they were talking about. You could have laughed, as all you could feel was the foreboding presence of Andy, standing by the door, watching your every move. You’d never relax in here.

You continued to explore the room, trying to act like you couldn’t feel his suffocating gaze on you. Your eyes slid over the ensuite to the two walk-in closets. You immediately noticed that there were no locks on the doors. Did that mean you’d be allowed to pick out your own clothes? And did that even matter if everything was chosen by him in the first place? 

You turned back to find that he’d taken several steps closer to where you stood in the middle of the room. “I know,” he said, “that I should’ve shown you the other rooms first, but I’ve been desperate to get you inside our room, see what you look like in it.” His arms came up around you, pulling you tight to him. “You’re perfect. You fit perfectly. In this whole house. You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Andy,” you said by rote, but you did feel it. You knew exactly what he meant. You fit perfectly, just like the nightstands, or the couch downstairs, all the tables and chairs. Just another piece of furniture that he picked out specifically to make his home perfect.

His hand came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you had to make eye contact. “I’m so happy I bought you,” his words chilled you as he went out of his way to remind you of your place here. “You were worth every penny.”

You closed your eyes for the shortest moment, letting yourself feel the horror. Then you opened them, met his gaze, and said, “Thank you, Andy.”

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chris painting readers nails

Messy

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris decides to paint Y/N’s nails, but he does a terrible job at it causing them to laugh about it, and enjoy each others company💙

Warnings⚠️: None, like one crude joke but not really loll. It’s just a short imagine because I wasn’t sure how to make it long and interesting🥺

Song for the imagine: Butterflies- Queen Naija

And I just wanna hold you all night long

Whenever I'm around you, nothing's wrong

I'm hoping that you'll always be around

You got me on a high, I don't wanna come down

“CHRISTOPHER Owen…what are you doing” I yelled at Chris

“I am painting your nails” he said in a matter of fact way

“You’re making it messy dude” I said shaking my head

“You act like I do this shit everyday. Obviously it’s going to be messy” he said giving me a dirty look

“Paint the fucking nail idiot” I said smacking him with my other hand

“I am painting the fucking nail” he said pointing at my hand

“You’re painting 90% skin and 10% nail” I said laughing

“This shit is hard, and your nail beds are short” he said rolling his eyes

“Hey don’t come for my nail beds because you’re a shitty nail tech” I said sucking my teeth

“I clean the edges once I’m done” he said going back to painting my ring finger

“I like this color too” he said looking at the bottle

“It’s my favorite, it’s called ocean oasis” I said

“Good name for a blue color” he said

“I agree” I said

Chris painted my other hand and did a little bit of a better job.

“You’re so lucky I’m madly in love with you because these look awful” I replied laughing

“Hey be nice….” He said closing the nail polish bottle

“I painted yours so nicely” I said looking at his nails that are the same shade as mine

“Well you always paint your nails, so you have an advantage there” he said ruffling my hair

“Okay that’s true” I said nodding my head

“Now we have matching nails” he said clapping his hands together like a happy child

“More like matching skin…dude you have to clean this before it dries fully” I said looking at him

“Ughh fine” he said sitting back down

Chris gently cleaned my stained skin to perfect his work, and actually his paint job wasn’t terrible.

“See after you clean it, it’s not so bad” he said throwing the cotton balls out

“Yeah not terrible” I said looking at my nails

“I couldn’t be a nail tech though” he said looking at them and laughing

“Yeah no you’d be awful, but hey it’s the thought that counts” I said giving him a smile

“Thanks for the support babe” he said planting a kiss on my lips

“Of course my love” I said blowing on my nails to let them dry

“Want to do my toes” I said wiggling my brows

“Fuck no do not put your feet next to me” he said smacking my legs away

“You don’t act that way when you suck on my toes in bed” I said giggling

“I have never sucked your toes in bed you weirdo” he replied laughing

“I know” I said looking down with a sad face

“Change the face” he said squeezing my leg

“Maybe if you give me a pedicure you’d want to suck my toes” I said sighing

“What is wrong with you kid. I’m not sucking no toes” he said laughing

“If you got a pedicure I’d suck your toes” I said rolling my eyes

“Yeah right” he said laughing

“I’d consider it” I said rubbing my chin like I was thinking

“The day you suck my toes will be the day I give you a pedicure and return the favor” he said to me laughing

“Mm I’ll be looking forward to it” I said wiggling my brows

“You’re so interesting” he said squinting his eyes at me

“I love you too” I said leaning over and kissing him

“I love your weird ass” he said kissing me again

Chris was such a cutie, and these innocent interactions made me fall in love with him more.

The End

I know this was super short, but I wasn’t sure what else to write for this. I hope you guys enjoyed it though! This was my last request. I can’t believe I wrote five stories today LMAOOO. Time to work on my Matt story tomorrow🤭🤭LOVE YALLLL🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[yellowdevilkitten]

This is for the lovely @a-little-unsteddie hope this was what you were wanting!

“No, no way Chris.” Eddie starts his monologue the same way he’s been starting his monologues lately. Eddie knew Chrissy was a troublemaker that’s what made them best friends in the first place. So he doesn’t really know what he could’ve expected when Chrissy asked him to be her maid of honor(he’s honored really!) but it definitely wasn’t to come get a manipedi with the rest of the bridesmaids. Why does she need a manipedi anyways, her nails are looking great as ever(acrylic with tiny gemstones a light purple-ish color).

“Why not? You paint your nails. What's so wrong with somebody painting yours for you? Plus you get a free massage out of it.” She agrees, clearly done with the conversation they’ve been having for the past thirty minutes.

 Eddie doesn’t hate the idea of of getting a manipedi he just prefers to do his nails himself and honestly he’s offended that chrissy doesn’t think he’s capable of his nails turning out nice and neat(he isn’t he gets too impatient and they typically turn out smudge, chipped, and smushed). The part that he isn’t going to enjoy is all the gossip and don’t get him wrong he loves gossip but he doesn’t enjoy listening to middle aged women gossip about how much they hate their husbands.

 He also knows that the bridesmaids and Chrissy are all going to gossip but he’s heard all that gossip before, plus he knows he’s not going to be able to sit still for X amount of time. So Eddie going to go get a manipedi is a bad idea for many reasons but chrissy doesn’t seem to be budging and he knows it’s her wedding and she knows that he’s going to say yes either way and him denying is all for good fun. 

He lets out a dramatic and long sigh before ending the conversation. “Fine, I’ll go.” He puts his hands up in a surrender after he says that so Chrissy knows he’s serious. Her answering smile is everything Eddie needs to know this is a great idea. 

— The day of the wedding Eddie and the girls are all squished into a car to be pampered(which Chrissy forgot to inform him that they’d also be getting their hair styled, she knows how he feels about his hair, the rat). Which leads them to their last stop, The nail salon which doesn’t look as ominous as he thought. 

He’s squished in the middle between jenna and Molly who is talking enthusiastically over him about some guy name Carl(gag carl was one of the hair stylist doing kelly’s hair he kept making creepy comments about kelly’s hair he honestly doesn't know how jenna and molly can even look at him and see someone worth dating). Eddie doesn’t even realize they have parked too cought up in his thoughts about Carl. 

“Alright you guys ready?” Chrissy asks before opening her car door. 

“Don’t really have a choice.” he mumbles under his breath waiting for the girls to get out of the car so he can. 

—

Once they walk into the salon Eddie’s immediately hit by the smell of nail polish. Before he can register anything other than the overwhelming smell of polish he hears a admittedly handsome voice call out,

“hi, do you have a booking with us?” 

“Uhm-” Eddie starts before Chrissy cuts him off. “Yes we do, it should be under Chrissy Cunningham.” 

The guy, which Eddie realizes has a nametag on that says ‘steve’, walks up to the front desk to type into the computer and he nods his head that Eddie takes to mean he found the name. 

“Okay, it says here everyone is getting a manipedi is that correct?” Hot guy, Steve, double checks. 

“Mhm, expect I’m getting acrylics done too.” Chrissy corrects. 

“Great you ladies and gentleman,” he winks at Eddie, “Can take a seat at those six pedicure chairs after you pick out your colors.” 

He’s off before Eddie can get a word in, Chrissy taps on his arm and he turns toward her. She has a knowing look on her face and he shakes his head no. She shrugs and drags him over to the colors. 

—

Eddie’s amaze at Steve for being able to keep up with all the bitchiness of the girls. Of course Eddie’s not paying that much attention because he’s holding his hand. Nobody told him a hot guy was going to hold his hands for about twenty minutes and he hasn’t even got the polish on yet. If he knew this he would be getting his nails done regularly. 

Even the strong smell of nail polish is bearable with Steve holding his hands. The only disappointing part is that it means nothing, which is a shame really, Eddie can see it now him and Steve could have a life together too bad this is a nail salon and chrissy is about to get married maybe he’d have time to flirt.

 He doesn’t realize he’s squirming in his seat until Steve says, “Relax your hands.” He’s

 pretty sure his face burns red when he says that. 

“It’s okay, it happens all the time.” Steve reassures, which doesn’t really calm Eddie’s nerves but he still tries. 

He looks around the salon to see Kelly talking her nail tech’s ear off and the poor girl is trying her best to keep up. Eddie also realizes that right next to Steve is a girl who isn’t doing any nails but is just chilling there. He also realizes that Steve and the girl are talking together, he worries that maybe the girl is Steve's girlfriend. 

“Robbie, I can’t just ask that I’m at work.” 

“Please, you’ve flirted at work before, dingus.” Robbie(?) responses with a flippant hand. ‘Oh great’ Eddie thinks of course he’s trying to flirt with one of the girls. What else was Eddie supposed to expect? They are all like Carl. It’s pretty disappointing to learn that this guy is just like the rest. 

“Is this the polish you picked out?” oh Steve’s talking to him again, ew is that butterflies in his stomach. He should not be getting butterflies for this straight guy. 

“Yeah.” Eddie says but it comes out as more of a question. 

“Great, it's a lovely color.” Steve replies with a gorgeous smile. Eddie wouldn’t have picked the color if it wasn’t for chrissy it’s a black with hints of purple to match his suit. 

The other bridesmaids are also wearing purple to match Chrissy’s light yellow dress. Chrissy is having a nature theme wedding so her braid is wearing greens and blues. He smiles remembering when he helped chrissy pick out her dress it matches her ring which is a gold butterfly. 

He watches as Steve paints his nails in silence until Steve speaks up. “So what brings you guys into the salon?” 

“Oh, my best friend, Chrissy is getting married and she wanted us all to get manipedis together.” Eddie answers with a small smile. He can’t believe that Chrissy is getting married. It feels just like yesterday since they met. 

“That’s lovely, you got a date to bring with you?” He questions. Eddie’s face burns red for what feels like the tenth time because he does not in fact have a date.

 If he did he’d probably not be blushing everytime he remembers that Steve is holding his hands. Because that’s the most intimate thing ever(how does Chrissy deal with doing this every month?)! Eddie might combust if he thinks about Steve holding his hands one more time. 

“No, no I do not.” Eddie answers with a shake of his head and accidentally moves his hand. “Shit, shit, I’m so sorry.” 

“It’s fine you’ve been doing it the whole time.” Steve shrugs. That just serves to make Eddie blush harder, why hadn’t he asked Eddie to stop? Any other person would’ve gotten pissed by now. 

“Annnnd you’re done.” The girl calls from Steve’s shoulder. He sees Steve shoot her a glare. 

“Well technically you aren’t done, you still have to dry.” Steve points where the rest of the girls minus chrissy are talking with their hands under a table. He nods before standing up(he tries to be mindful of his nails). 

—

Once everyone’s nails are done it’s time to check out. Eddie mentally prepares himself for the price of the treatment. Molly and Danielle are both looking at their nails and gossiping about some boy named David at work. Chrissy is talking to her nail tech, which he believes his name is Win, short for Winston. Jenna and Kelly are talking to the girl next to Steve, who he believes goes by Robbie. Eddie’s just standing by the desk waiting for one of them to check them out. 

“Alright, are you guys ready?” Eddie startles when he hears Steve’s voice from behind him. 

“Uh- yes.” He says, sounding unsure. 

“How are you paying?” Steve questions with an encouraging smile. 

“Split payment, hey Chris it’s split payment six way even, right?” Eddie shouts hoping to catch her attention. 

“Yes, yes.” She waves him off with a cheeky smirk. 

“You heard the lady.” He smirks at Steve. 

“I put it all on separate payments. If you want to start, you can put your card in the reader.” Steve grins. 

Eddie pays for his then Jenna, Kelly, Danielle, Molly, and then Chrissy. Before they walk out Steve hands him a piece of folded paper that has the nail salon and the number to call. 

—

Before he walks into the venue for Chrissy to get married off he unfolds the paper and realizes it reads, ‘I enjoyed holding your hands hoping I can hold your hands for a different reason  -Steve’ with his number to call him. 

Eddie smiles to himself and folds the paper and puts it in his breast pocket before walking into the venue because first he needs to watch his best friend get married. 

[theblackfemininesociety]

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…for applying nails:

- always do your nails AFTER you shower before bed.

- avoid water for atleast 2 hours after applying; this is why before best is the best time so nails can completely dry by the morning )

- nail prepping is a crucial step for long lasting nails (3 weeks+)

• always make sure nails are dry

• be sure too clip, push back your cuticles & buff out your nails.

• use alcohol pad to clean and dry out nail so press on can lay flat on your nails.

• lay all your press ons out and line up each press on for each finger. Make sure they fit perfectly above not on your nail bed. This makes applying easier so you don’t have to try to find and file each nail to fit.

- use good glue! Both company’s listed has amazing glue but here’s my top glue recommendation list.

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• Luxxi: Brush On Nail Glue

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- always do the sandwich method when applying glue: apply a little in the center of your own nail and some on the press on nail.

- press down on each nail after applying for 30 secs.

- use a blow dryer for a few secs when finished to make nails stay on !

…for maintenance:

• always keep glue in your purse ! I didn’t run into nails falling off constantly but if it does stay prepared !

• down time at home. When washing hands do apply blow dryer after washing and drying hands with towel for extra protection.

…for removal:

• if you can get a press on removal kit ! Luxxie has a good inexpensive one here.

• If you don’t want to use kit.

- soak nails in warm soap and water and oil for 10 mins.

- use cuticle nails to gently lift the nail off.

- Use acetone and cotton pad to get any extra glue off your nails.

😍 BFS I will never tell you things I don’t also do in real life! I am currently rocking this set and I’m going on week 2 oh and yes I do work with my hands daily!

$14.99 beats my $60+ refill / $95 fresh set at the Salon. (link here)

Ps. There is No GATEKEEPING over here sis ! How has your experience been with press on nails? If you have any good press on nail companies or tips please share them in the comments!

[popcornforone]

Whiskers

A Frankie “Catfish” Morales Fan Fic

Happy Freaky Feral Frankie Friday Besties. All my Frankie fics have been kinda soft so far, minimal smut more about the relationship. That changes today. Frankie & you are really going to enjoy this, I hope.

Synopsis: Your not expecting your boyfriend Frankie home from his mission until Sunday, but when you get home on Friday night, he’s waiting for you & you can’t wait to feel his Whiskers trail across your skin.

Word Count: 3100

Warnings: DONT NOT READ IF YOH ARE UNDER 18! Oral Sex female Receiving, fingering, PIV sex, teasing, lusting, sucking, kissing, swearing, pining, needs. This is a long term established relationship.

Thanks as always for the read peoples. It’s always appreciated. Please let me know any feed back at all. Enjoy.

Beep… beep… it’s usually on silent your phone, always at work, & especially as you’re about to have a 3 day weekend & have lots to get done. Your boyfriend should be home late on Sunday after a dangerous flying mission. He’s been uncontactable for the last 2 weeks. Highly classified, you’re not even sure he can tell you what’s gone down when he does eventually get back. But you’re looking forward to his return & the way you always celebrate his returns to your arms & bed.

“Sorry” you say to your boss who raises an eyebrow. You’re such a diligent worker that you get away with the occasional look at your phone. The message is from your sister asking you how you are coping without your boyfriend. You’ve not called her as much as you usually do when he’s away, your now getting used to him not being there a little bit, but deep down inside your missing the way your Catfish treats you like his princess. You quickly reply & go back to your work, diligent as ever making sure everything is as up to date as it can before you click the out of office button.

You head to the salon after work to get a pedicure, Frankie likes your toes pristine. You always take good care of them but a quick foot massage & a repaint always makes you have a little spring in your step. It’s also a nice way to start the weekend off with some me time. Those hand soothing the work stress away. When you are all done & your toes are now baby blue, you go to pay, but the woman shakes her head. “We have a card for you on our system. It says to directly take payment from there” you recognise the last 4 digits on the card as Frankie’s & smile. “Clearly my boyfriend wants to treat me then” you say as your put your purse back in your hand bag & head home. Rejuvenated & ready for a quiet Friday night.

The second you unlock the front door you know. You can sense it & smell it. Frankie is home. You can smell his scent which isn’t potent but it’s a aftershave you only connect with your catfish. It’s straight up your nostrils & you instantly feel aroused. He’s here or he has been here if he’s then popped out again. “Frankie?!” You say & it echos around your house. You put your keys on the side & take your hand bag & shoes off. “Baby are you home?” You’re trying to control how excited your voice is, but you’re not falling anyone with those tones. They are eager to find him & you are wondering if this is a game. But then you hear the floorboard creaking 3 steps behind you. You know it’s him & you can’t wait to be smothered by him & for those hands to connect with you.

“Baby” he eventually whispers in your ear as a sigh & burys his head into the crook of your neck. “I missed you” “not as much as I missed you Frankie” your hurry the words out of your mouth before you instantly turn your head & pepper his left cheek with kisses. It doesn’t take too much encouragement for him to turn his face to you before he holds yours. Eyes trapped the second they lay eyes on each other. Back under each others spell as the making out begins.

His mouth is a stranger to start, a two week mission always makes you tentative to first kiss him. What if he’s been changed, what if he doesn’t want you, what if he’s found someone else? These thoughts always cross your mind as your lips lock. But then he always runs his fat flat thumb across your lips when you break & he says “it’s still me baby, I’m still your Catfish” his eyes dazzling at you under his baseball cap. You then toss the hat across the room, to see how messy his hair is. He doesn’t need the hat anymore, he’s home & your his comfort & what he’s about to do to you once these precious welcome home kisses are completed, will make up for lost time indeed.

“When did you get home Frankie?” You pur desperate for friction, it’s heavy your words as you pant. You always forget how much you kiss this man’s touch. “Last night, but I came to see you as quickly as I could, didn’t think you’d appreciate the 4am wake up.” He’s moved his hands to your hips as he can see them already moving against him. It’s hard for him to control himself at the best of times, let alone when he’s not been with you for a fortnight. “I’d have called in sick today, we now have even more lost time to make up for Morales” your eyes dance into his as you feel his chest heave with yours. All these sentences are just filling the small gaps from each embraces. Squeezing them in because kisses are more important than words.”I wouldn’t have minded at all Frankie” your arms go around his shoulders & as he leans into you, you both tumble to the floor on top of the rug in your lounge.

Frankie assaults your neck with kisses, short & sweet each one but it makes you moan the more he does it. His T-shirt is off in a few seconds. A grey blur flys the same way his hat did as your hands go for his chest. His perfect body. He might not have the body of Gosling or a model but Frankie’s body is perfect for you & you can read it like a book. The little hairs prickle you as you run your hands through it, before you get to his wild curls. He needs a haircut but you like it thick, more time to play with it, really get your hands into it & you love the moans he makes as you do that to his head. “Baby I’ve missed your touch so much” he groans as his hands fumble with the zipper on your jeans. The sensation of your boyfriend peeling your skinny jeans from your body, makes your hips move. Sensual pleasure is on its way.

“Frankie, my frankie” “shhh baby, shhhh”he starts by sucking your toes “baby blue for my baby girl?” He asks, you nod while biting your bottom lip “only for you frankie, it’s always all for you” your body remembers how to move. It might have only been 2 weeks but it’s rhythm lets him know you are more than ready for pleasure. His large hands caress your tiny ankles, feeling how smooth & rounded they are as his lips move up your legs. You lie there enjoying every second wanting to grip the rug, but you know it’s too soon for that. The knees receive the next kisses but then he reaches your thighs. His kisses now firmer & longer, occasionally feeling his teeth graze across your flesh. He holds your waist to stop you from moving but neither of you can control your body. You boyfriend is back & nothing can stop the two of you.

“White lace…” he says as he trails his hand over the thin material. “You wore these thinking I wasn’t going to be here, well I’m glad I got back early, it would have been such a waste.” His thumb pushes some of the lace from your knickers inside you. He can feel how wet you already are, desperate for your man to indulge in your delight. “Fuck baby, you’re soaked already,” you moan at Frankies deep words that make you move even more. “Best take these off then” The sensation of the material he just pushed into your entrance leaving your body makes you gasp. Being exposed for him as his hands roll your kickers over your thighs, the way he lowers your knee before they are released from your feet. A quick sniff of them before he puts them in his back pocket of his arse hugging jeans “for later my love” Frankie groans as he pulls your knees apart.

The smile on his face looking at you slick is devilish. “My my someone is ready for desire, did you miss me that much baby” Frankie says, these word make you flutter, your covered tummy rising & falling with each breath. “Yes frankie, I missed my catfish, I missed my whiskers” “I have whiskers you say?” He smirks, eyes dilating by the second watching you almost come apart at just his words & you being ready for what he delivers. He likes when you call his moustache whiskers. He knows that is code for you wanting oral, for him to lap away at your pussy, to make you moan so much that his penis will effortlessly slide it once you are done to bring you even more desire. He will get his cock sucked just not until you’re both satisfied & unlike most guys you’ve been with, Frankie is more than happy to wait to attend your needs first. He secretly, not that he would tell anyone other than you, enjoys making you cum on his tongue, milking you of your juices for every drop. He loves the feel of it.

“I could be a rascal & make you beg for this, but I am as impatient as you” Frankie leans across to the arm chair to get you a cushion to prop up against. He wants you to watch how masterful his mouth is. Once you’re a little more upright, Frankie kneels in between your thighs & sticks his index & middle finger inside his mouth & starts to suck. The noises he makes are explicit, as he slowly lowers himself down as he lubes up his own digits. Never breaking eye contact from you as you just stare at him, & watch his suck. “Am I not already wet enough baby?” You roll your hips a little & lick your lips, expecting pleasure soon. Frankie raises an eyebrow at you as his fingers slowly leave his mouth, saliva dripping down them,”yes you are, but more can never hurt.” Frankies reply is muffled by your moan as he slowly rocks his two fingers into your entrance, edging their way it. So long & thick, & it is a slow motion. It just feels exquisite & you want nothing more than for this man’s fingers to pleasure you in any way they can for the rest of your life.

“Frankie” it’s a shallow whimper as he starts to move his fingers inside you as his thumb slides over your clit. “Does my girl like this? Did she miss this? Does she want everything?” he says deeply, eyes dilated, watching your body convulse & relax & start to go through the pleasurable motions. The look of desire coming back from both of you. “Make me yours Morales” the moan crawls from a deep place in your throat as you just keep rolling for him. You pelvis finds its rhythm against his fingers, so thick & rampant. He keeps darting hie eyes between the blissed out look on your face & his hand. Each lip bite, each eye roll, each shade of red you turn from the heat coursing it’s way through your body, flushing you cheeks, makes him never want to leave again. But the squelching as he takes you with his fingers, watching your arousal grow & your hips move, it makes him want more. He’s hardening inside his jeans, he knows his tip is leaking but he’s selfless when it comes to moments like this & he wants your orgasm to hit you full on.

“Even on my fingers, you’re so tight baby” he says, a boyish look in his eyes before they becomes transfixed on your pleasure. Watching it move & seeing how well you take him. That’s all he needs. His lip are pouting & he slowly lowers his head, fully between your thighs, smelling your essence. & then the moan you make. Oh & what a moan it is. His tongue has made contact with your clit. Leisurely he starts knowing how much more there is to come. Clockwise actions making your body convulse, not knowing how to let the pleasure out, as your hand finally gives in grabbing the rug below you, turning your knuckles white from the grip. His fingers still making you feel good but now as his licks turn into sucks, your legs open further. Allowing him all the room he needs to make sure you cum inside his mouth.

“Frankie” you gasp. Your fire ignited. Feeling those whiskers graze across your sensitive bud. He slowly removes his pulsing throbbing fingers from inside you. You thought they were sodden before they went inside your core, but now the trail is no longer your catfishes saliva, it’s your juice. It’s thick & sticky & you notice as your eyes start to glaze over & you miss the feel of his fingers, to see Frankie suck on them. Trickles he has to stop from escaping, wanting to taste as much of you as possible. “Now that was a good taster…” he says with a grin on his face like it’s his birthday. “… but I want my snack”. You don’t protest, your body just responds to Frankies oral assault on your entrance. His head dispersing back inside your thighs, trying to to calm your legs around his head, trying to spread them for as much space as he needs. He’s a good lover & knows exactly what to do to get your libido on high alert.

Each brush of his whiskers makes you gasp, his tongue cleaning you for all it’s worth, lapping up every last drop of your arousal. Your clit wanting more attention than it’s getting as your body rocks into Frankies face as he pleasures you. “Don’t stop baby, so good” you say amongst your oh fucks & long drawn out yeses, as your hands move to his head. Massaging & playing with his luscious locks while he sends you over the edge of desire. Each lick & suck is making you over stimulate, expecting your desire to crash overboard at any second. “Frankie please please” it’s barely audible, surrounded by your sighs & whimpering. He places his flat thumb on your clit, to make sure he gets completely covered in your slick in a few moments time. He wants you to see the sticky mess you are about to make on his face. He’s smiling moaning & lapping & licking away at your pussy, his jeans becoming an issue, he needs to release soon, they are starting to constrict. Something telling him you’re not making it out of this room at all tonight.

“Baby oh baby fuck yes, like that, I’m so close please” you can feel each swipe. Such a large tongue, the prickle of his moustache, those whiskers will be the first thing drenched when you let go. The hand that’s not stimulating you, gripping into your thigh. He’s pushing into you hard. His nose rubbing against your flesh. His thumb speeding up. His moans getting deeper. It’s all too much “FRANKIE!” If your neighbours didn’t know you were home they do now. With a large fist full of the rug bellow you in your hand, your head jolts back as you cum, feeling every desire explode & then collapse inside you. “Oooh fuck yesss” it’s like your body is electrified, every nerve & sense is screaming in excitement as you spill & Frankies gets to enjoy more of your precious desire, which he continues to lap at as your body slows down.

You’re still panting & seeing heaven when Frankie stops. You don’t recall when he did exactly but you can feel his lips on yours. They are drenched & tangy & taste if you. He holds your head as he makes out with you. You’re brought back to your sense when you hear his belt clink. “Baby, do you know how good you are?” the first words to come out of your mouth are hoarse, from your moaning once he stops kissing you. His face is gleaming, like a glazed doughnut. “From your moaning baby, yes I think I’m pretty decent.” His lips return to yours, tongues dancing together in passion, as he finds the hem of your tshirt to free you from it.

“It’s all in your whiskers baby,” you giggles as you stroke his face & look at the desire in his eyes. He takes your thumbs & glides them across his moustache, the residue coating the tips. He places one of your thumbs in his mouth & you suck the other. “I don’t want to waste one drop my love” his hands heading for your bra strap to free your breasts. He’s ready for him to experience his own pleasure.

“Frankie, what if I’d had plans tonight?” You moan as you stop sucking your thumb, your own taste still lingering on your lips. “I have a feeling they’d have been cancelled” he says as he looks at the breasts he’s just exposed, his mouth instantly latching on to a nipple to suck on your body again. He slowly lies you down on the rug as he shuffles off his jeans, for you to realise he was commando underneath. His body pressed hard against yours as his hand glides down your side, getting you in position, making all the goosebumps appear. Feeling his own erection get harder as his flesh connects with you.

“Oooh Catfish I need more” you moan, your hips ready for desire already trying to thrust against him. “More than just my whiskers?” he says as he stops sucking your nipple & glides his head up your chest, his whiskers feeling so erotic as they scrape your neck. “Well I guess it’s time was got to the main event” he just smiles at you & watches your face beam & then turn dark with desire. Your earlier slick making his entrance smooth & as he bottoms out & moans at the feeling of being fully inside you, he looks down into your eyes. Filled with love. His fingers were good, they always are, but the feeling of his penis hitting the spot, delights you to the point where you’re speechless, but desperately begging for more. He holds your chin & says “I never want to leave this moment” before Frankie starts to roll his hips & the love making commences.

[yakuzacanons]

Je suis a dutiful and affectionate woman 🧚🏼‍♀️ The type of girlfriend to act like a wifey, right? In my culture, it's not uncommon for women to dote on their husbands 🥰 I'm just imagining what it would feel like for Majima to get that kind of treatment: home-cooked delicious meals, pedicures, foot rubs, body worship, getting his body kissed everyday, and getting doted on 😭 Like it just becomes a ritual that as soon as they start dating she starts to kiss his hands, then it progresses to more intimate actions, paired with romantic words like: "Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."

SPREADING MY ASS CHEEKS FOR U

I forgot all of the French I learned so for a second I panicked and thought I got a whole ask in French lol. Anyways, YES I love this idea, about to go nuts with it right now. Headcanons below the cut.

Majima is absolutely not used to being doted on. He might react adversely at first as he's confused at what's going on. Why're you doing all of this for him? Why're you being so nice? He's baffled.

More than anything though, he's grateful and he's scared of losing this feeling. Being able to let his guard down and to feel cozy around you is a blessing and he doesn't want the feeling to end. It may take some time for him to get used to it at first though, but be patient as he loves it just as much as you do.

Majima is actually very affectionate but he's not domestic. He's not messy but he doesn't have time to decorate his place or make home cooked meals, so when the two of you start dating and you suggest cooking a meal for him someday, he's like "A home cooked meal? Can't remember the last time I had anythin' like that..."

Your gentle, doting nature is a shock to him as most people, men and women, are quite intimidated by his presence. It shocks not only him but the others in the Tojo Clan to see you happily approach him and kiss his gloved hands before asking how your day is. Most of the men are like "Where did Majima find this person?!". Meanwhile, Majima thinks it's so cute that he could pass out right then and there.

Slowly but surely he does become accustomed to it. He would never be so harsh as to totally rebuff your approaches, it just takes time for him to understand. Once he does, he's totally into it. Next thing you know, you'll be greeting him with hugs and kisses on the cheek with members of the Tojo Clan watching in awe in the background questioning just how Majima ended up in such a cute relationship.

When the two of you eventually move in together, you'll start decorating the house: pictures from PrintCircle framed on a bookshelf, both of your toothbrushes in a little holder by the sink, the closet neatly organized by your clothes and his. It's amazing how much his living space has changed now that you're here. The space feels very loving and cozy and helps him relax.

After a long day of work, he'll come home to find you at the stove, apron tied neatly around your waist, and a smile on your face. He's still not used to coming home to a clean house with food waiting for him but he's so happy and he shows it by wrapping his arms around you from behind before gazing over your shoulder at what you're cooking and saying "Whatcha doin'?"

It doesn't matter what you cook, Majima will gulp it down and ask for seconds, heartily yelling out "Umai!". One thing he will do is help you wash the dishes. He really appreciates your help around the house and tries to repay the favor by doing dishes or bringing in the laundry when it's dry.

He really enjoys when you give him massages and he totally falls asleep afterwards because he's so relaxed. Things like pedicures, foot rubs, and facial masks confused him at first when he saw you do them but when you suggested he try it too, he got a little flustered actually because he never tried it before. Now the two of you sit with face masks on chatting happily before bed.

Little things like asking "How was your day?" mean a lot to him. It's rare for people to genuinely check in on him. However, statements like "You need to remember to eat, honey" or "Do you want me to help you wash your back" absolutely make him melt. He might get shy and deflect to hide how flustered he is, saying things that are completely silly like "Ehhh, don't be silly. A REAL man washes his own back."

Kind as always, you reply with a warm but teasing "You're the one being silly." to which he looks at you with confusion. "You're a real man because you care. And because you always support the people you care about. Being a man isn't determined by things like if you want help washing your back or if someone cooks food for you." Majima would just stare at you silently, just in awe of your seemingly endless kindness. "If people genuinely think you're less of a man for it, they're wrong. Those who haven't seen you haven't seen a real man before."

Majima would just sweep you into his arms and twirl you around before smothering you with kisses. He knows he's far from perfect and he feels like he brings so little to the table with how much effort and care you put into the relationship. He's not great with words, hell sometimes he's plain bad with words, but in this moment his heart is so full and he can't help but express. Even if it's silly and you laugh as he nuzzles his face against yours, you both know that's his way of saying he loves you.

[eva-knits12]

CE characters as Dads

Steve Rogers:

Steve loves being a dad.

He's retired from going on missions, but still trains new recruits and does paperwork.

You help out on missions, but decided to work more on the training end rather than going in the field.

You and Steve have three kids: James Joseph Rogers, Sarah Anne Rogers, and Margaret Louise Rogers.

You were apprehensive about naming your last baby Margaret, but you wanted to honor Peggy Carter's memory.

James' and Sarah's first word was Mama.

Margaret's first word was Dada.

School lunches have to be meticulously planned and packed.

Steve is confused about nut allergies, gluten free stuff, and vegan stuff.

Remember, this wasn't a thing when Steve was alive.

Dietary needs have changed tremendously since Steve came out of the ice.

You help Steve pack the lunches.

Dinner? You and Steve cook dinner together.

Steve loves making meatloaf, spaghetti, lasagna, mac and cheese, pizza, and burgers.

You make more advanced things like baked ziti, baked chicken, fish tacos (they're a favorite with James and Sarah), regular tacos, sloppy joes (they're Margaret's favorite), clam chowder (a family favorite), turkey, roast beef, and pizza.

Steve loves family movie night and family game night.

You watch anything Disney, and family game night is always kid friendly games.

Steve never thought he'd have the chance to be a dad.

He achieved his dream with you.

Colin Shea:

Colin becomes a stay at home dad.

Eva works because she makes more money than Colin did.

It's an arrangement that works out for the both of them.

Colin volunteers in Harper's class and plays with Robbie.

Colin also keeps the house clean and keeps everything going.

When Eva comes home, he always starts dinner.

Pasta? Done! Fried chicken? Done! Mexican takeout? Done! Chinese takeout? Done! Pizza with cheesy bread and that giant brownie for dessert? Done!

Family movie nights are the best.

Colin and Eva fix a huge bowl of popcorn, and arrange some dollar store candy for everyone to snack on while watching the movie.

Colin also has the laundry done on laundry day.

He also plays his guitar for Harper and Robbie.

They often dance and nod their head to Colin's guitar.

Colin and the kids help you unwind after a long week.

Colin and the kids give you a spa day, manicures and pedicure, and massage included.

Family movie night is an event.

Pizza is ordered, and you turn on a Disney movie.

Harper and Robbie like to dance when they hear the songs.

Family days? Done! It can be a picnic in the park, ice skating followed by warm cookies and hot cocoa and hot coffee, story time at the library, spending time at the local retro arcade, etc.

Colin loves being a dad, and loves doing the stay-at-home duties.

Ransom Drysdale:

You, Harlan, and Katherine are Ransom's world.

Ransom embraced fatherhood.

He embraced married life.

He embraced your MS.

He often picks up the twins from pre-school.

He loves reading to the twins.

He loves cooking for the family.

Breakfasts, lunches, dinners, Ransom cooks it.

The twins love spaghetti with meatballs.

The twins love oatmeal for breakfast.

The twins also love Biscoff cookies and your homemade chocolate chip cookies.

Family movie nights? Ransom loves them, and watches the movies that he never got to watch growing up, due to the fact that Linda and Richard often neglected him, and often fought over Richard having another affair.

Ransom loves snuggling with you.

The twins will snuggle with you and Ransom on movie night.

Harlan and Katherine often snuggle with you and Ransom during story time.

You have a family day at the park, at the beach, and even take the twins skiing on the weekends when the weather gets nice and cold.

Christmas, Halloween, Easter, the Fourth of July are events with Ransom, seeing as how his holidays were always ruined by his dysfunctional family.

Ransom loves being a dad and a husband.

He lives for it.

Andy Barber:

Andy LOVES being a dad!

Andy LOVES being a girl dad.

Taking Joy to her dance class on Saturdays? Check. Taking Joy to her ice skating lessons? Done.

You often take Joy on playdates, and then you're off to Mommy and Me with Penelope.

Andy picks Joy up from her playdates.

Taking care of Penelope? Check.

Making sure that you're keeping your type I diabetes in check, and taking your insulin? Check.

Family dinners and family movie nights? Done!

Andy NEVER had those when he was still married to Laurie and Jacob was there.

He often ate frozen meals, or cooked for himself.

He enjoys cooking dinner and breakfast for the family.

Pasta with meatballs? Done. Pizza he made from scratch? Done. Oatmeal with fruit and toast? Done. Chicken Parm? Done.

Helping you clean the house and do the laundry? Done!

Watching a Disney movie or family movie or a musical with you, Joy and Penelope? Done!

Andy couldn't be happier or prouder.

Being a dad was Andy's life goal.

Andy loves being a dad to the girls and Andy loves being a husband to you.

At the end of each day, Andy loves giving you a foot rub and a massage.

"You do so much for the girls, honey. You deserve to be taken care of."

Jake Jensen:

Like Andy Barber, Jake LOVES being a girl dad.

The twins, Elsa and Anna, often like to do his hair, so Jake's hair will often have barrettes in them.

Jake's nails will often be painted in some interesting color choices.

The girls also get Jake to play Barbie and Disney Princess with him.

Dance class? Nope! Ice skating lessons? Nope!

The girls LOVE playing video games with Jake.

They LOVE Mario Kart.

They also love Minecraft.

Family days at the park? NOPE!

Family days at the library? NOPE!

The girls like story time at the library, and you have your knitting circle there, and your book club, but that's it.

Family days are often spent at Chuck E. Cheese, where they have an arcade.

You find an old-school arcade, and Jake takes you and the girls there.

Family days are best spent at Chuck E. Cheese and the arcade.

It becomes a competition between Jake and you to see who can get the highest score on Pac-Man, Donkey Kong, Ms. Pac-Man, Burger Time, Frogger, and even Mortal Kombat.

Racing games are a family favorite because Jake, you, and the girls can play together.

Family movie nights? DONE!

The girls watch Disney movies, the Harry Potter movies, the X-Men films, and they also love Star Wars and Star Trek.

Jake wouldn't trade this life for the world.

Johnny Storm:

Johnny loves being a dad.

He often takes Jake to work with him so you can take a nap, or take a shower, or even remember to eat.

His aunt Susan will often watch Jake when Johnny has to do something.

Aunt Susan often gives Jake candy or cookies when you and Johnny aren't looking.

Johnny and you bottle feed Jake because Jake was unable to breastfeed, so you pump your milk.

Johnny or Susan will often take Jake when you need to pump your milk.

Johnny is all about you and Jake.

Diaper change? Done! Giving Jake his bath? Done!

You often have dinner ready when Johnny comes home.

It's the only time you and Johnny can have an adult conversation, and talk about wedding planning.

Johnny loves spending time with you and Jake, and he loves being a dad.

[writersbloxx]

The Glass

Finally watched The Substance and I physically recoiled, but it actually inspired me so there's that :)

The Glass

I spit at the glass as I passed it this morning.

She did the same.

She’s always right there- waiting. Staring. Sneering. My chest flares and my ears burn and my teeth grind. Her gaze follows me as I peer at the glass. Through it.

She thinks she’s better than me but I know she knows better. I know her more than she knows the fire in her own lungs.

Our penthouse is on the top floor. So high up I can’t remember how we got here. I know it’s my fault though. I miss who I was when I first climbed those stairs, but I suppose I hated her just as much then as I do now.

And now she’s all I got. An insipid smirk and a challenge in the eyes that watch me through the glass.

Get up. Make breakfast. Watch tv. That’s the plan. But the eggs are spoiled and I haven’t cleaned the milk off the walls yet. I went straight to bed last night.

I’m a woman. My legs are long and my hair is thick. My skin sags a little more than last year, I’m sure of it. I can see the veins in my hands. The straps of my bra should be tighter. My nails are done and my eyebrows are plucked. I cross my legs when I sit and I smile with my teeth.

I smile with my teeth when they laugh.

I smile with my teeth when they throw me away.

I smile when my teeth when she spits at the glass.

And I spit right back. Cause who the hell does she think she is?

I crack the slimy eggs and I scrape that shit off the walls and I throw some of the grapes in the fridge drawer into the pan for good measure. They went bad last month.

I march out the kitchen, through the living room, past the gaping window that overlooks the main street, down the hall, swearing under my breath all the way down the carpeted curve and into the bathroom.

The cold tile bites at my bare pedicured feet. I launch the pan at the glass, a grunt escaping me through the effort. Or maybe it was a scream.

The mirror shatters, the vile concoction splattering everywhere, and only then do I take notice of the pungent smell.

Well I bet you she’s not gonna clean it up.

[i-prefer-west-side]

WRITING BREAK

Source

He emerges from his office around lunchtime, the rumble of his stomach the first thing that’s broken his concentration in several hours. He’d barely even paused when his wife set fresh coffee on his desk, although the empty cup and screaming bladder tells him that he did, in fact, drink it.

He takes care of business first, checks his phone for anything urgent as he does, smiles when he sees the texts that Kate had sent him throughout the morning. They’d both known he would need to spend a good portion of the day writing, so she’d made plans of her own, meeting Lanie for a long-overdue breakfast, shopping, and pedicures, and she’d sent him a handful of pictures, some more racy than others.

When he sees the last one, he shuts off the bathroom light and goes to find her.

He spots her feet first, dangling over the arm of the chair in the corner of their bedroom, and he continues into the room, revealing the rest of her body as he does. Her long legs, slender and strong and perfect, the subtle flare of her hips - his pants tighten when he realizes she isn’t wearing pants.

Well...he’d be remiss to pass up this golden opportunity.

She glances up when he approaches her, and he sees her eyes dip to his pants, the tip of her tongue dart out to wet her lips. “How’s the writing?” she asks, setting her book on the floor and shifting so she’s facing forward.

He kneels on the floor in front of her, presses a kiss on the inside of her knee before craning his neck to reach her mouth. He moans into her mouth when she deepens the kiss, and he scoots closer, trying to get as close as he can.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he remembers that she asked him a question. But that isn’t important now. He hooks his thumbs in her waistband and draws her underwear down her legs, settles back on his haunches to gaze at her. He slides his palms up her thighs, pushes them apart, and lowers his mouth to her.

[shotgunbunny]

𓆩𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𓆪

WC:1.7k+ GIF by oh-my-damn

{warnings: airhead reader! sexual undertones! jealous mace! grumpy mace! mace is 25 and reader is over 18! bimbo reader! tiny bit of slut shaming! flirty Harvey! Harvey being a bit of a creep.}

After the Tangled incident, Mace couldn't shake you off both physically and mentally. Every morning when he came into work he would get ready, and then you'd burst into the room with a smile on your face and 2 cups of coffee in your hands. All the while calling him a nerd through a yawn.

As much as he'd hate to admit it he'd grown fond of your morning routine. He liked having someone around even if it was you. You would always end up quizzing him about something simple and he'd just roll his eyes and give a short answer. No matter how dry his response was, you returned the next day with a grin on your face. And then there was the issue when he was home alone. God one thought about the outfit you were wearing that day and he got hard. It seemed like almost every night he'd tug his cock to the thought of you, gently moaning your name pretending you were riding his cock. And then afterwards, he would lay there thinking about you. You had him in a death grip and he didn't know how to get out so he would keep with his dry responses until he hopefully shakes you off.

And his wish came true; yesterday when you'd wandered in, dresses only in a short black dress and small red heels, you lips painted red to match. You were a knockout he'd give you that but he never acted on his desires. Finding it easy to ignore the temptation that was you. And feeling his blood pressure raise, preparing for your annoying questions. He had a deadline today and he couldn't miss it.

You perched on the counter as you always did and swung your feet before gently kicking off your heels. "Do you mind, Dumbo? No one wants to see your feet, let alone me." You giggled at him, and wiggled your feet, "I don't mind at all. I know you definitely have a foot fetish and I wanted your opinion on my pedicure." A grunt let Mace as he began tightening a bolt that had come loose. "You're disgusting princess, now shut up." You pouted at his harsh response.

You looked around before a memory of last night flashed through your brain. "Hey nerd, I gotta question for you?" He remained silent, still focused on the tightneing of the bolt. Your questions were always so stupid, he doesn't understand how you've made it as far as you have. "Ask." Was his dry response. You giggled and bit your cherry red lips, "Well I was brushing my teeth last night and then I was like what am I doing? Why am I doing this? So my question is what's toothpaste?"

Mace almost dropped his wrench over how stupid it was. "What." You sighed, "Well like I know that you put it on your teeth, but like how does it keep them healthy for so long? And why are there so many types?" A minute of silence passed and Mace realised you were deadly serious. "Ask Google." He responded dryly. It wasn't the day for your stupid questions, he was busy. Just as you were about to ask him if he was okay, he cut you off with curt, sharp words. "Dumbo, just go away. I'm busy today." You felt tears gather in your eyes but you bit them back and hopped down from the counter. You put your shoes on and as you were leaving you gently called out to him "Cya Mace." And with that he continued his work blissfully ignoring you.

Which led him to today. You were 20 minutes late and counting. He was waiting for you to come skipping in with coffee and questions. Yet all he got was nothing. With a sigh he left and walked to the cafeteria to get a coffee. And then he heard your giggle, relief crashed over him. You were late, you were just held up in the cafeteria. But as he entered that thought was quickly swept from his mind and anger fizzled in his brain making his veins fill with liquid rage. He tensed his jaw and went to the coffee machine.

You were in the cafeteria holding one cup of coffee and Harvey was stood across from you, caressing your arm. You giggled finding it ticklish. The only reason you'd ended up here was because you were wandering around and then decided to go and get a coffee before heading to see another unit. Yet when you got on Harvey from the communication unit appeared and began talking to you. You couldn't help but flash him a smile, and he was instantly wrapped around your finger without you even knowing. For the past 20 minutes all he did was ask you if you were single and tell you how pretty you were.

And then you saw Mace! Your heart leaped. Maybe he could help you and then you could escape his presence and see the biologist unit. You knew Corazon and knew she wouldn't mind you questioning her about all the flowers she was growing, infact she liked talking to you. Although she had heard rumours you were simple she liked how optimistic you were. That's why she named one of her plants after you in the unit. All it did was grow and remain optimistic about everything, just like you.

However that vision was shattered when Mace turned around and went to get a coffee. "Come on sugar, tell me are you single?" You coughed awkwardly and looked into Harvey's eyes seeing nothing but a predatory gaze staring back at you. "You know I've been thinking of getting a lizard. I might call it Pascal to go with Max." You replied in a happy tone completely ignoring his invasive questioning and making James snort. He turned to look at you and when he caught your eye he saw panic in the for a second before you looked back at Harvey.

"Stop avoiding the question sugar, it's fine if you have a large sexual past. It just shows you're more experienced and it'll be more fun for us." He dragged his hands down to your hips yet was stopped by a pair of hands already being there. Mace had stepped in behind you and pulled you back to him with his hands still on your hips. Your ass was directly against his crotch but he was too angry to think about it. Instead he glared at Harvey and looked down at you, still plastered with the stoic expression yet you saw concern in his eyes for a second.

"Let's go princess. We got our coffee." And with one last threatening gaze aimed at Harvey, he turned you both around and walked you to his unit. When you both got in, he walked past you yet you grabbed his hand looking down. Mace raised an eyebrow staring at where you were connected. Your whole hand had grabbed 2 of his fingers and wrapped comfortably around them. "Thank you Mace." He hummed softly and wrapped the rest of his hand around yours and squeezed. You then perched on his counter, silence drowning you both.

Mace continued fixing his new project and you just stared at the ground. You swayed your feet and James turned to look at you, "You're being quiet." You looked up at him, and he noted you had once again put mascara on and your lips were glossed. He then took in your outfit, you were wearing a simple lavender dress, a little short as always but this one was fluttery. Paired with a lavender cardigan crop top. You look incredibly beautiful. "I'm just waiting for my friend to text me and then I can go."

Mace furrowed his brow at this, "Why are you leaving? Don't you have any questions?" You started at him and blinked confused. "You said you didn't like my stupid questions. I thought you didn't want me here." Confusion spread out further between the two of you. "What are you talking about Dumbo?" You furrowed your brows back at him, "Yesterday! You said to ask Google and then told me to go away." He sighed, he forgot all about that. "Listen princess I'm sorry, I was stressed and I had a deadline and your questions about toothpaste didn't exactly help." Your rolled your eyes.

"I still have to go though, there's a sale on lipgloss at the mall." You smiled excitedly, Mace turned and rolled his eyes. "Ofcourse, you're the lipgloss queen." You giggled and saw the text you'd been waiting for from your bestfriend.

'We're here! Let's go shopping baby!! <3'

You quickly skipped to Mace and hugged his torso feeling his muscles tense deliciously. He turned and you quickly placed a kiss on each of his cheeks before you were at the doorway as always.

You bit your lip and he raised an eyebrow, "I'll see you tomorrow, nerd." And then you shot down the corridors. He couldn't help but chuckle. He continued with his work until he heard a cough. He pulled away and saw Harvey at his door. "What do you want?" Mace asked curtly. Harvey then looked around and sighed before taking in Maces face, the hair on his cheeks sparkled covered in a small amount of glitter that could only come from your lips.

Harvey wore a smug smirk, "That little bimbo isn't your girlfriend, is she?" Mace felt his hand ball into a fist over Harvey's tone. "Because if she was, Boss wouldn't be happy." Mace just a breathe and sighed. "It's none of your business Harvey, and how would boss react to find you've been creeping on his daughter huh? How fast would you be taken off this mission." Harvey scowled and left.

Mace was about to continue his work when a small parcel was delivered to him. He opened it and inside was a note and small lipgloss. He let a soft smile take over his face for a second before hardening his face again and reading the note.

'Please text this number when you get this note. <3'

Mace took his phone out and shot a text at the number, simply saying,

'dumbo.'

And seconds later he got a reply of

'nerd <3.'

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

what does a submissive jonathan majors look like?

Most of these powerful bosses are always the one who has the last say. They make the rules and are always in control. When they get home, they yearn for something different.

I’m feel like that’s him. He yearns for his woman to take control. Imagine him coming home after a long press run. He’s fatigued, sore, and mentally drained. So many interviews, so many fans, so many people questioning him about his thoughts on masculinity over and over. He just wants to come home to his girl and be a big baby in her arms. A rightful man-sub.

He’d come home, and she would be waiting for him. She’d either be standing at the door in his favorite silk pajamas; the red ones; or she’d be completely nude and smelling like watermelon and hibiscus. He’d leave his bags in the car, drop to his knees before her, and wrap his arms around her waist or her hips. He’d stay like that for a while, smelling her, kissing her pussy or her lower abdomen, looking up to her with wanton eyes filled with desire and love.

She’d massage his tight coils with her fingernails. She’d sway him from side to side, whispering how much she missed him and how happy she is that he’s home safe.

Eventually, he’d stand up and she would grab him by the face on both sides, forcing him slowly to lean down and give her a kiss. He would melt into that kiss, his eyes closed, eyes welled up with tears. He’s crying because he needs to be dominated by his woman. She would grab him by his hands and lead him to the kitchen. She has a rewarding glass of wine waiting for him. They would talk, catch up, and drink.

Afterwards, she’d lead him to their bedroom where she would undress him. He would stand before her, watching her peel every layer away to reveal his chiseled body. When she finished, she’d kiss each of his nipples and look him squarely in the eyes and say:

“I know what you need, honey…you need me to take control?”

He’d slowly nod his head. She can’t help but to drag her thumb across his pouty lips.

“You’re such a beautiful man, baby. You don’t understand how proud I am of you. I cried, I cheered, I laughed…I even came to you.”

Jonathan would hum in approval and it made her smile.

“I watched you smile and flirt with all those women…getting them just as turned on as you do me no doubt…”

She would grab him by the chin with force, making him look at her. He wasn’t to blink. He wasn’t to turn his gaze away. If he did, he’d be on punishment.

“You had me sitting here jealous,” she smiled, “And I made it my business to remind you who you should be smiling and flirting with…me.”

She slipped away gracefully and towards their walk-in closet. She flung the doors open and glided inside like she was a model. He could hear her in there, but he didn’t turn to look. She finally appeared after five minutes and the feeling of something cold and solid against his thighs sent his head back and a deep groan escaped his lips.

“Look at me.”

He lowered his head and his eyes narrowed in with hunger on the collar with the chain attached. She licked her lips and raised on juicy leg, her soft feet and pedicured red toes colliding with his brick-hard abs before using that same leg to push him so that he would fall back against the bed. She hadn’t even touched his dick and already he was saluted towards the ceiling with a leaking tip. She walked around to the left side of the bed and commanded for him to sit up so she could place the collar around his neck. When it was secured, she yanked the chain and Jonathan’s dick jumped. She chuckled before slapping his dick around with the back of her hand, causing him to close his eyes, bite his bottom lip, flex every muscle in his body, and curl his toes.

She licked the pre-cum off of the back of her hand before climbing onto the bed, turning her back to him before arching on her knees, the chain secure in both hands, controlling his neck.

“Eat.” She commanded.

“Yes, ma’am.” He replied loud and clear before opening his mouth and swiping her pussy with his saliva-clad tongue.

[uaegraphics]

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[stardust-in-my-mind-blog]

wtf is it about my feet?

last night was the best night for singing and I stayed until close

it was euphoric and there was this time where I just sat

at the table with my water and eyes on the stage and screen

singing along with everyone and feeling the connection

music is like water in energy and it creates a sea that is all around

how long do I have to keep swimming until I'm connected with you?

I was the last one on stage and the computer stopped working

so I didn't get to sing Take Me To Church

and it made me sad because I was so ready

man, people really really like to give hugs

I'm getting used to it and it's kind of nice

now when I say no and someone tries to convince me

that my answer is somehow up for negotiation

I just have to look at them for a moment or two

I don't even change my expression or try to

and they flinch and move away and don't ask again

I try to notice what's happening in my body when I do it

that look that I know somehow rises the power of my soul

I feel the heat and energy begin in my heart

who has gotten really sick of being unheard

and knows when she's been heard but they want to be blind

underneath my heart my solar plexus kicks in

I can feel it light up like a gold beam in my strong gazes

inside my core and up through my heart the light aligns

and into and through my eyes I use to send it to them

I suppose that's a conscious use of my power

even though I didn't understand it until now

that's how it looks when I imagine the process in my mind

I always know people by energy and rarely by name

unless they have a name that really suits them

I always remember that names are gifts given to us

and sometimes the givers aren't thinking about us

when they give us the names we are called by in this world

until our hearts release the sweet burdens of our souls

foot massage guy repeated his offer and I said no

maybe I should tell him I'll never want it

seems like it would make the situation more efficient

another dude asked to give me a foot massage too

are my shoes slutty or something?

they're crocs and cute but nothing that screams for attention

plus my feet always are so filthy on the bottom

the Irish have so many folktale stories about foot water

so it's gotta be part of my design with these dirty feet

because if I can be barefoot I always take the opportunity

I don't even paint my toenails or get pedicures

and I often trip over these feet unless I am on my tiptoes

the way I practice attunement seems to affect people differently

some enjoy the way our minds flow and play together

some look at me with a bewildered confusion

I made someone cry in a way last night and I don't know how

now that I've been able to switch my experiencing of life

into more of an observational frame

rather than seeing the world to be always against me

or out to hurt or use me in some way

it does make life less scary and more interesting

last night I went to my car and a crackhead started screaming

he was walking by and saw me and started screaming

and when I drove past him he started doing it again

and though I didn't understand why I could objectively say

there was something about my presence that didn't work for him

I'm just thankful he didn't offer a foot massage

there was this green light across the river I was curious about

once I crossed the bridge to go find it there was a stone angel

and I found the light to be a permanent light fixture

it had a sideways triangle on it and turned red

when my fingertips touched it with a beep

I quickly walked away in case I'd accidently summoned something

I've been looking at that light for weeks wondering about it

so now I'm glad that one mystery for now is solved

Can't Fight The Moonlight had good energy

Blank Space felt a little hard but it was received well

it's nice to be a character that's part of the community

but one that easily disappears and people expect it

it's interesting to see yourself as a character in a world

instead of some collection of stories you think of yourself

that other people who often know less about themselves

repeated and told you until you wrote the pages with their words

but you helped me set fire to those pages, didn't you?

it's nice to see people as experiences that unfold

and not try to anticipate what role they play in my story

and I try to keep that detachment with everything

and it's easy with everyone except you who follows me

in my shadow like my favorite phantom in my thoughts

likely because I have so many unanswered questions

and there's all the ways you keep yourself

from being observed and it's all so intentional

you're the wiser of the both of us in this way

and it triggers my intellectual ego to know it

and it springs a hope in my heart that I let it keep

sometimes I let myself for a few moments think about

all the reasons that I want it to be why and it

makes me feel like I'm melting into something warm

and I like the feeling but I try not to get carried away

because that just makes me feel impatient with longing

and longing is something to use productively

that energy created in the distance between potential and desire

there's nothing else like it for creativity and crafting

like how birdsong comforts and soothes our minds

but like the radio it's a bunch of horny poets

trying to catch the ears and eyes of love sweet love

they all ask me if I have someone and I tell them that I do

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Is gel polish a good investment? I am tired of being a couch potato who does absolutely nothing to look even remotely put together 🤣

In June the temperature was constantly above 45 degrees (occasionally 50 too lol) and all basically had zero social activity, I stayed in my bedroom (AC at 27) read Jane Austen's Sense and Sensibility, Mansfield Park and Northanger Abbey, binged watched some period movies and ate lots of home cooked food. I am pursuing my masters so had to quit my job last month.

Yesterday we experienced the first few showers of the monsoon so now I feel alive but idk how to start being normal. Maybe a manicure/pedicure would be a good start 🤣

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i've been doing my nails with gel polish for over 10 years. actually started out with gel and then switched to polish eventually. my nails are absolutely fine, i did take some breaks (especially during lockdown for instance) so in my experience it doesn't damage the nail bed if you do it correctly. invest in good quality products, don't share them, dezinfect your tools etc and it'll be fine!

this is the reason why i don't go to a salon actually... they just dodge sterilizing stuff and as a dentist that's just such a huge no no... plus i hate salon culture. like you gotta be there for hours and hours. why do that when you can do it yourself at home while watching shows and taking breaks and doing a much better job ultimately. my mom's been trying different salons this past year and they always turn out wonky in some way, sometimes there's lifting etc and she pays a pretty penny for it! it costs me virtually nothing to do mine. i've recovered my investment long ago. all the stuff you need sums up to, say, two manicures at the salon. most of the stuff you never have to replace, and the polishes last forever.

sometimes it's a pain in the ass, like sometimes i'm super busy and i really REALLY don't have those few hours to spare every 2 weeks (my hand nails grow super fast unfortunately) but it's sort of therapeutic, it forces me to stop and take time for myself and just disconnect from whatever is going on and just be present in the moment

those temperatures are unfathomable girl. y'all are heroes for living like that, i can't imagine how debilitating that sort of heat is. don't give yourself a hard time for doing virtually nothing in that heat because it's inhumane!! that being said, yes i do recommend picking this up in general. just be patient the first few times, there's definitely a learning curve!