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Safest with You (Ch. 13 - The Birthday)

6.1K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Din attend Boba Fett’s birthday gala.

Warnings: Brief description of violence (I won't tag it to avoid spoilers, but the action happens within the chapter and isn't an past incident being described), brief description of blood/wound (nothing explicit or too descriptive), fluff, established relationship, pet names as usual (pretty bird, baby, sweetheart, etc.), reader is described as shorter than Din and he lifts her off her feet once.

A/N: I made the title picture and did my best to crop and filter the dress so that it remains as inclusive as possible. As a new writer, being inclusive with the written word isn't something I have very much practice with, but much like writing smut, in order to get better, I will have to practice. I'm trying to be more mindful (ex. avoiding blushing) and it is my intention to go back and edit previous chapters to be more inclusive; at the very least, I'll be tagging more descriptions if needed. Thanks for being patient with me as I learn and improve and as always for reading!

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"How are you single?"

It’s not a serious question; you and Din have already shared your respective dating histories, including lessons of love lost, lessons learned, hopes renewed.  You pose the question, completely unserious, an enthusiastic response to his suggestion that the two of you turn on the Korean dating show that you had been watching at the nail salon.  You and Lala had gone to get your nails done after brunch, and Din stopped by to pick you up, bringing both you and Lala, and your manicurist, coffees.  He patiently sat next to you as Mary polished your tips, and you and Lala chatted while watching the foreign language reality show the salon had selected.  From the corner of your eye, you noticed that Din had become engrossed in the show as well, but never said anything.  Apparently, since leaving the salon mid-episode, you’ve both been equally eager to find out who the contestants chose for their “Paradise” dates.

“Just your luck, I guess,” he quips, planting a quick kiss on your nose as you unlock your front door. 

Al looks up from the couch as you come in, and deducing that you’re coming his way, decides he doesn’t need to dignify getting up for pets.  Flopping down on the couch and vigorously rubbing your dog’s head, you turn on the TV and scroll to the part of the episode you were watching when your nail appointment ended.

Din throws his arm around you so he can give Al some scritches as well, and says, nonchalantly, “And I suppose there hasn’t been anyone that I thought would pass Boba’s inspection.”

“Boba’s inspection?” you exclaim, aghast.

“Well, no, not like an inspection, more like he likes to meet the people dating… well, really anyone in the family, to see if it’s a good… fit,” his voice trailing off at the end when he sees the horrified look on your face.

“I have to get a mob boss’ permission to date my boyfriend??!?!” 

“I wouldn’t call it ‘permission’.”

You look pointedly at Din, “So like, his… approval?”

Din tries a different tactic, “I don’t know why you’re worried, pretty bird.  How could he not love you?  You’ll pass with flying colours.”

“Pass??! Is there a date set for this test?”

“… no?”

Sitting up straight, you tilt your head in annoyance, “Din Djarin.”

“Well, I was going to ask if you wanted to be my date to Boba’s birthday party gala in two weeks.  It’s a big event, hundreds of people are invited, very formal, very fancy.  I thought it might be a nice time for the two of you to meet.”

You don’t say anything, mind already swimming with anxiety.

“There will be dancing.  Lots of dancing,” Din pokes at you, “and it’s a white party, so maybe you might like it if I took you shopping for a new dress?”

You make a silly face at Din, because you know he already expects your response, “No, no, I can pay for my own dress, Din.  It’s formal… like black tie?”

Din can see your brain already switching to planning mode, “Yes, I think that’s what it’s called?  I have to wear a white tuxedo jacket and a black bow tie.”

“Have to?”

“Yes, Fennec had a meeting with all the Mandos about dress code yesterday,” grimaces Din, “Just because you’re working the event doesn’t mean you will look like staff.”

You giggle.  Din’s told you about Fennec Shand before; Boba had saved her from the brink of death after some coward shot her point blank in the stomach after a mugging.  Boba had also tracked down the punk and made him pay tenfold while she was still in the hospital recovering from surgery; a surgery that Boba paid for.  Once fully recovered, Fennec declared her intention to fulfill what she considered a blood debt, and became Boba’s right-hand woman as he rose to power.  Fiercely loyal with a strategic mind that rivaled most army generals, she was the decisive and fearsome consigliere that Boba needed.  She was also secretly, his wife.  Din told you in confidence that Boba and Fennec had quietly fallen in love and married years ago, though few knew about it.   Din only knew because his father had been the witness at the courthouse nuptials.  Outwardly, they maintained the stoic, no nonsense appearance of boss and advisor for their own privacy and also for their protection, removing the temptation for anyone to use their relationship against them. 

You have to admit, you’re sort of curious to see this dynamic for yourself.  And the prospect of seeing Din in a tux holds its own special appeal. “Ok, let me see if any of the girls want to go dress shopping with me on Wednesday,” you pick up your phone and start typing as Din presses a loving kiss to your head.

You step out of the cab in front of the Coruscant Plaza Hotel, careful to gather the skirts of your dress so you don’t step on them as you make your way to the carpeted entrance of the hotel.  As your heels touch the covered staircase, you drop the fabric and let the soft satin pool at your feet and flow outward as you walk towards the host at the podium.  You give a little wave to Paz who’s standing sentry at the door before handing your invitation over to the man checking your name off the guest list; he uses a blacklight to reveal the invisible bar code on the back and scans it to finish your check in before welcoming you to the party.  You immediately bound up the rest of the stairs to hug Paz.

“Looking good, Lil’ Lady,” says Paz, as he envelopes you in a big bear hug.

“Same, same to you,” you grin. 

Due to the importance and scale of tonight’s event, Din’s help with security was required and you weren’t able to arrive together; in fact, you haven’t seen him all day, so by now, you’re vibrating with excitement to see him all dressed up, and for him to see you in your dress.  Paz nudges you gently and whispers, “Turn right at the front desk and he’ll be in the big ballroom at the end of the hall.” 

You give him a quick peck on the cheek as thanks, and tell him you’ll see him later as you head in.  The lobby of the hotel is filled with people, all dressed beautifully and very on theme: the women in elegant and expensive looking white outfits and adorned with bright, sparkling accessories, the men all very dashing in white formalwear.  You yourself have on a minimalist white satin gown, with a wide off the shoulder cuffed neckline; the pleating around the middle flatters your waistline before flaring out elegantly into a full skirt.  The skirt is free flowing and light, concealing your favourite part: a mid-thigh slit that runs up the middle front; only on display when you’re moving swiftly, say, when dancing.  It’s actually a wedding dress, but you won’t tell Din that.  After describing to the girls what you were imagining for a dress, Rory had told you to just come down to her work as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, which in retrospect, it probably was.  No one aside from her closest friends and co-workers would be able to guess that the gruff and intimidating Rory was actually an incredibly successful bridal consultant, one of the most sought after in the city, in fact.  Just from listening to you detail what you wanted once, she was able to pull the exact dress you’re wearing tonight from the rack, get you in for a fitting the next day, with the alterations done within the week.  When you told Rory she was your hero, she had brushed it off like it was nothing, which to her it probably was; but to you, this dress is everything.

Din spots you before you spot him, such is the advantage of having the high ground.  The ballroom is grand, easily accommodating a thousand people; half the room has been set-up with round dining tables with opulent centre pieces and fine dinnerware, ready for the guests to feast.  The remaining half is left open for stand-up cocktails and schmoozing and for dancing later; at this end of the room there is live band playing light jazz at the base of a double staircase that leads up to the second floor.  These symmetrical staircases connect at an elegantly railed landing that serves as the entry point for the second-floor mezzanine balcony that encircles and overlooks all of the ballroom below.  It’s on this landing that Din currently stands, chatting with Boba, Fennec, Poe and his wife Lisa; Woves and Brian stand guard a little further behind, and although out of sight, Bo and Santos are also on the mezzanine, ensuring that no one tries to come in via the locked second floor entrance.  From this vantage point, Boba can see everyone who comes in, who they’re with, and who they’re talking to, which is of course, the point. 

When Din sees you, he feels the breath knocked out of his lungs by how stylish and stunning you look; to him, you're easily the most beautiful the woman in the room.  He watches you stride effortlessly across the ballroom floor like you’re used to attending grand events every day, your dress floating around you in an almost dreamlike fashion, turning heads as you go by.  The dress fits you perfectly.  Your alluring curves accentuated by the garment’s simple design, enticing him even though you’re not showing much skin; save for the flash of leg that peeks out through a high slit that he’s only now noticing as you move through the crowd scanning for him.  He can’t take his eyes off of you.

“Go to her and bring her up here with us,” says Boba, a knowing smile at seeing Din so awestruck.  Din is gratified by Boba’s request, bringing a non-family member up to the private gathering normally a security risk he himself would advise against; Boba’s invitation is an extension of his trust and love for Din, and how eager he is to meet the woman Din is clearly besotted with.  Just as Din heads down to collect you, you’re turning your pretty face up and smiling at the group.  Poe has been waving enthusiastically, both of his arms gesturing wildly over his head, and you had caught the movement out of the corner of your eye, leading you to look to the top of the staircase.  But it’s Din that holds your attention once you spot him. 

He's wearing a white tuxedo jacket that’s fitted to his frame perfectly, sharply hugging his broad shoulders and hard chest.  As dashing as this jacket and his pressed black dress pants make him look, it’s really his tousled curly hair falling across his forehead and slightly askew black bow tie that have you forgetting how to breathe for a moment.  He’s a fucking dreamboat.  When you make eye contact, a devastating smile spreads across his face, framed handsomely by his salt and pepper scruff.  You don’t care how it looks to the dignified guests that are milling around the ballroom, you gather your skirts to pick the fabric off the ground and make hurry towards the staircase, so eager to be with him.  Din sees you break out into a semi-jog and quickens his steps down the stairs to meet you, not wanting to wait a second longer than necessary to feel you in his arms. 

You meet just two steps away from the bottom of the stairs, your arms flying up around Din’s neck, his hands meeting your waist; you’re lifted slightly as he gives you a little twirl before setting you down gently and pressing his lips to yours, “You look beautiful, pretty bird.”  You beam at him and place both your hands on the sides of his face, running your thumbs through his facial hair that you love so much, “You’re a total knockout, Din.”  He blushes a little at your compliment.  Holding one of your hands above your head, he gives you a little spin, accompanied by a low whistle before offering up his arm for you to hold, “You’ve been invited up.  Are you ready to meet Boba?”

A look of sheer panic flashes over your face before you take a deep breathe, compose yourself and take Din’s arm; he places his hand over yours and walks you up the stairs.  You whisper, “What happens if he doesn’t like me?  Do we have to break-up?”

“Yes,” Din whispers back, grinning.

You punch him in the shoulder with your free hand, and he laughs loudly but drops his voice to reassure you, “You don’t have anything to worry about, he’ll love you.  I love you.  Poe loves you.  Look, he’s talking you up right now.”

You look up in horror, “I’m doomed.”  Din leans over to kiss you and the two of you share a chuckle in this final private moment before reaching the landing.

Din makes the introductions and you shake hands with everyone except Poe who gives you a big hug; you try not to let his hug linger and give his wife what you hope is a friendly smile. 

Boba is… impressive. 

Size wise, he’s shorter than Din, roughly the same height as Poe, but he’s… solid.  Built like a rugby player; you can tell he’s a wall of muscle under his tuxedo and he has the presence of a man who dominates and commands.  More than that, he exudes a quiet but authoritative charisma and carries himself like a man that’s listened to.  What strikes you the most though is the resting expression of his face.  He seems weathered.  Experienced.  And his eyes are wise but not unkind.  When his face finally changes, it’s to an expression of curiosity, which shouldn’t seem intimidating, but somehow is.  Like he’s studying you, trying to find the answer to a question you didn't know was asked, and you somehow know that whatever answer he arrives at will be acknowledged as truth.  The thing about Boba that makes you the most nervous though, is not any of this, and not even that he’s a mob boss (something you don’t think you really understand anyways), but it’s that he is a father-like figure to Din.  This is a man who helped raised Din.  He trusts Din and Din trusts him.  He’s a big part of who Din is today.  And yet, these very same thoughts are also the ones that calm you, and immediately endear him to you. 

With a rush of warmth towards the man, you wish Boba a very happy birthday, and shyly produce a small gift box from your purse, no bigger than a ring box.  Din is surprised, as is Boba; gifts aren’t expected from guests, but when they are given (and many do give), they’re usually opulent and extravagant, often monetary in nature.  Din didn’t know you had prepared anything.  Amused, Boba lifts the lid of the box and pulls out a small jade figurine. 

“Din told me that you rescue pit bulls, so I had this carved from some jade that I’ve held on to for something special.  Some say jade protects and heals, promotes balance and harmony, so I thought it might be nice for your birthday,” you finish, uncharacteristically timid.  Din is looking at you with astonishment and something close to veneration.

Boba holds up the little dog figurine to the light and admires it; Fennec leans over to look at it too and says, almost with wonder, “Looks like Mochi.”

“It really does.”

You nod, “Din showed me a picture of your dogs.  Mochi is the littlest one?  The white one?  I asked them to use him as reference.”

“Mochi is the smallest, but he’s been with me the longest,” says Boba fondly, “Took him out of a fighting pit myself.  Scrappy little guy.  Total love bug.”

Boba looks at the carving wistfully for a moment longer before placing it gently back in the small box and placing it in his pocket; his eyes are bit shiny when he holds out his arms to you, “Thank you, my dear.  I love it.”  You look over Boba’s shoulder as you embrace him and see Din smiling brightly at you.  Boba invites you stay on the landing with the group, and you find yourself becoming more and more charmed by the man.  He asks you about Al, Din clearly having shared some information about you, and you bond further over your mutual love of dogs.  He takes great joy in pointing out interesting guests filtering into the ballroom below; you’re dizzy from the caliber of the guests: there’s the mayor and several city council members, the chief of police, bankers, partners from big law and financial firms (Do you see your boss’ boss’ boss?!), several members of the city’s professional baseball and hockey teams, and you think you even catch a glimpse of a few pop stars.  Poe has stories about every notable guest and regales your group non-stop so you’re all laughing, even Lisa. 

When it grows close to the dinner hour, Boba sees Paz standing at the foot of the stairs and announces that it’s time for him to go down and hobnob with a few guests before food service starts; as he, Poe, and Din move to descend to the main floor, Din places his hands gently on your face and leans in to tenderly kiss you, letting you know he has to go with Boba, and asks if you’re okay to stay here with Lisa.  You nod, just now remembering that Din is working tonight. 

You and Lisa chat amiably as the men weave through the crowd, Boba glad handling guests and making everyone feel welcome.  When you feel like she’s warming up to you a bit, you tell Lisa how nervous you were to meet Boba, and her expression softens, “You’re doing totally fine, hun.  Honestly, when he saw Din running down to you, it was a done deal.  Boba loves Din like a son.  Poe loves him like a brother.  We haven’t seen Din this happy in a long time.”  You smile gratefully at her, feeling yourself getting emotional.  This cinches it for Lisa and she decides to take you under her wing, pointing out some of the other guests the men hadn’t mentioned earlier and giving you the tea on the whose who of the family, how they’re related, if they’re related, past and present petty feuds, and tidbits of any scandal.  You’re having so much fun, the two of you gossiping and giggling like old schoolmates, you don’t even notice that Din has returned until his strong arms wrap around your waist and his scruff is tickling you behind your ear as he presses a gentle kiss to your temple.

“Come on, pretty bird, it’s time to eat.”

You turn to head down the stairs, but Din chuckles and takes your hand, leading you towards the mezzanine, “You eat up here with us, baby.”

Hidden second floor doors are opened to reveal several large but intimately set rooms, all interconnected, each hosting beautifully set dining tables and fully staffed bars.  People that you assume are close friends of Boba or somehow part of the Fett family (you try very hard to correctly recall the details of everything Lisa shared with you) file in and greet each other like old friends before selecting their seats.  Boba holds court at a large table at the centre of the room you’re in, laughing joyously and raising his glass over and over as Fennec sits poker-faced by his side.  You sit at a table with Din, Poe, Lisa, Paz and a few guys that Poe seems to know well.  Always appreciative of a familiar face, you wave when you see the other Mandos standing guard, or filtering in and out the rooms and between tables, and you hope they get a chance to eat too.  The food is incredible, Boba truly spared no expense; delicious plates of appetizers, salad, pasta, grilled meats, seafood keep appearing, a never-ending parade of delicacies.  When you see poor Jimmy practically drooling at the T-bone that Poe leaves untouched on his plate, you take to buttering some bread and slipping the rolls to the Mandos that walk by.  Dinner is lovely, the company and conversation is lively; you really couldn’t feel more comfortable, especially with Din non-stop doting on you. 

When the main dinner service is finished and the dessert carts start making their rounds, you hear the music downstairs kick up in volume and finally, the hungry Mandos take turns sitting down at your table shoveling food into their mouths from plates piled high.  The atmosphere is relaxed, the mood of everyone in these private rooms is festive and merry, though lowkey compared to the wild sounds of partying you can hear floating up from below.  Full and proud of yourself for having not spilled on your white dress, you’re tapping your spoon on the top of your crème brulé when you feel, rather than see Din stiffen next to you; the hand that had found the slit of your dress, pressing down on your thigh where it had been casually resting.

“Pretty bird, get down,” he whispers.  To your eye, there’s nothing amiss with the scene, you see a few people standing around the room chatting, drinks in hand.  Several people are at the bar, others lounging back in their chairs or milling in between rooms.  Everyone is smiling and looking like they’re having a great time… wait, not everyone…

You slide off your chair down to your knees the second that Din requests, never questioning him, and he immediately yells, “GET DOWN!” Din and Paz stand in unison and move as one unit, years of partnership and trust kicking in as they wordlessly communicate where the danger is and what needs to be done.  Every Mando in the room moves a split second later, following their fearless leaders in flawlessly executing maneuvers to identify, subdue, protect without any verbal commands to do so.  Paz heads straight for Boba, with Jimmy, Woves and Bo following; the shooter gets one shot off just as Paz tackles him to the ground, puts up a futile effort to wrestle for the gun before the submitting to the Mandos that pin him to the ground.  The second shooter doesn’t even get that far, not even raising his arm to shoot before Din takes him out from behind; Din’s elbows and fists make quick work of the intruder, bringing him crashing to his knees before Din’s strength forces him to release the gun with a yelp.  Din swiftly kicks the gun away before restraining the gunman on the floor, knee on his back, arms held and secured.  The whole thing is over in a manner of seconds, no one screams and the party downstairs doesn’t even register the gunshot, music still playing loud and uninterrupted.

Din looks over at you, panting as he pulls the offender to his feet; you give Din a little nod and what you hope are soft eyes to let him know you’re okay.  You see the relief in his eyes before he starts to haul the struggling man out of the room, following Paz and the other Mandos.  You’ve never seen him in action before and frankly… it was extraordinary.  Sure, you’ve seen Din spar in the ring at the gym, but that was nothing compared to the display of speed, determination and force that you just saw.  The way he knew exactly what to do and wasted no movement, every strike and application of strength purposeful and effective, and even the way he sensed that something was wrong before anyone else did, you can see why Din had been Boba’s top enforcer for so many years.  You find yourself filled with awe and pride.

After helping Lisa to her feet and leaving her with an amped up Poe, you hurry over to Boba’s side when you see a red stain blossoming on his upper left shirt sleeve, “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, dear.  It’s just a scratch,” he smiles when he sees your dubious look.

Fennec reappears with a first aid kit in her hand, but doesn’t sit or open the kit.

“You can go with the Mandos, I know you want to,” says Boba softly.

Fennec hesitates, eyes shifting between Boba’s arm and the doorway through which the Mandos had dragged the would-be assassins, torn.

You hold out your hands for the kit and volunteer supportively, “I can help.”

Boba gives Fennec a small nod, and she cautiously hands you the first aid kit before leaving to join the Mandos.

Opening the kit to see what you’re working with, you say to Boba with a little bit of embarrassment, “I think we’ll have to get that arm out of your shirt.”

To your surprise, Boba nods and then proceeds to rip the sleeve clean off of his shirt with his other hand, leaving his bleeding arm bare.

“Well, I guess that’s one way to do it,” you chuckle.  Finding an unused dinner napkin still folded in its pretty crown shape, you wet it with water from the pitcher on the table.  “I’m just going to clean away all the blood first, sorry if it stings,” you say as you hold up the cloth to Boba’s arm.

“No worries, darling girl. I’ve had worse.”

“Oh, I bet.  Are people always trying to kill you?” you ask in what you hope is a teasing voice.

“Probably.  But the Mandos don’t let usually them get this close,” ponders Boba, “Din and Paz have trained them very well.”  You smile at this, and when Boba sees the proud look you have on your face, he smiles back too, “Whoever did this took advantage of the party, the crowd, everyone having a good time.”  You nod as you lean back to survey the wound now that all the excess blood has been cleaned off.  It’s not too bad, a graze, really.  A deep graze, but it doesn’t look like it needs stitches.  It needs a good cleaning, some pressure and then you think a thick covering of gauze should stop it from bleeding through to Boba’s white dinner jacket.  You let Boba know the game plan as you open an antiseptic wipe, “This is going to sting for sure.”

“I’ll be fine, thank you.  You’re quite adept at this.  Does Din have you stitch him up?”

Lightly laughing, you shake your head, “No, he doesn’t really like me to see him hurt.  I think he thinks I have a tender heart.”

Nodding with an air of understanding, Boba says gently, “I think you do.  That’s what makes you a good match for the boy.  He doesn’t look it, but Din has a tender heart, too.”

You look up at him and beam at that, “He really does.  I feel like he’s always taking care of other people.  He takes such good care of me.  I’m still getting used to it, to be honest.”  You finish with the wipe and open a large-size sterile gauze pad to place over the wound, “Put some pressure on that please.”

While you wait for the bleeding to stop, you look around the room.  It’s fairly empty now; most of the Mandos left earlier of course, leaving only a few still standing guard (Brian, Woves, Iggy), but the remainder of the guests seemed to have filtered out as well, putting some distance between themselves and the incident, rejoining the party that you can hear is still in full swing.

“Do you really think I’m a good match for Din?”  You’re not sure why you’re asking a man you barely know for his opinion on your relationship, except that you know this man means a great deal to the man that you love.

Boba looks thoughtful at your question, “Din’s a natural leader, he’s strategic, good at understanding the nature of people and seeing the big picture.  In our line of business, this can be an asset but also spell trouble, or at least lead to people handling power very poorly.  But not Din, he never sought power.  Too selfless.  He’s always put family first, and understood that being the head of the pack just means taking care of the pack.  Not a lot of men would have given up their position in an organization like ours to take care of their father, but for Din it was a no brainer – he’s always taking care of others." 

"His father and I used to always worry if it was possible for Din to meet someone who was just as selfless as him, who would take care of him equally and ease some of the burden he takes upon himself being responsible for so many others – or if he would ultimately settle for quite happily taking care of his partner like he does so many others.”

You can’t help it, a few tears prick the corner of your eyes.  Yes, Boba is describing your Din to a T; your Din, always being the giver, the caretaker, the protector, and not expecting or requiring the same treatment back.  A tear escapes and rolls down your face and you look down to brush it away quickly under the guise of looking through the first aid kit for the gauze wrap.

When you look back at Boba to remove his hand from his wound, he’s smiling at you and your poor attempt to conceal your emotions, “Yes, I think you’re the former.  Yes, I think you’re a good match for him.”

Welp, that does it.  Your tears spill over, fast and overflowing so that you cannot wipe them away quickly enough while pressing a new pad to the wound and wrapping it to Boba’s arm with the gauze roll.  So you don’t.  You just smile softly while focusing your attention on dressing Boba’s wound, letting the tears slow and fall more gently down your cheeks. “Thank you,” you say in a quiet voice.

“No, thank you,” returns the older man, just as quietly and you know he means for more than bandaging him up.

You’re just securing the ends of the gauze when Din bursts back into the room; he must have been expecting a different scene than what he comes upon, because he instantly relaxes when he takes in the quiet room, only to become alarmed at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks.

“What’s the matter, pretty bird?”  Din looks so concerned as he kneels down beside you, you can’t help as a few more tears fall at the sight of him being so caring and protective, exemplifying what you and Boba had just been discussing.  You try to give him a reassuring smile, “Everything is fine.  Well maybe not Boba’s arm, but it should be soon.”  Din looks up to find the mob boss giving him a similar smile, “What do you have for me?”

Din stands up and leans in to whisper into Boba’s ear.  You don’t hear what he says, but you catch Boba muttering, “Crymorah?” while furrowing his brow in confusion.  Din steps back when he’s done, “Fennec’s still in there.  They’re ready for you.”

Boba gets up and you do as well, instinctively you grab his tuxedo jacket from the back of his chair and hold it up for him; he slips it on easily, though you can tell it’s not without some pain.

He pulls his lapels taught and puffs his chests out, looking at you, “How do I look, my dear?”

He’s trying to make you laugh, and it’s working, “Absolutely ferocious.  Blood-thirsty.  Not at all shot.”  Your eyes shining with mischief.

“Perfect.”  Boba gives your arm a little squeeze, then nods to Din, “You two go back and enjoy the remainder of the party.  Keep an eye on the perimeter, and let anyone know who’s asking that I’ll be out to rejoin the party in 20 minutes.  And above all… have fun.”  After Boba exits with Woves and Brian, Din sweeps you up into his arms and rests his head against your forehead, “Are you really okay, baby?  Why are you crying?”

You tell the truth, “Boba and I were just talking about what a good guy you are.”

“A mob boss telling my girlfriend that his former head enforcer is a good guy?  I don’t know if that’s a reliable source,” jokes Din.

“I dunno,” you say, unable to bite back a grin, “he seems like one of those trustworthy mob bosses.”

“You like him,” Din marvels.

“I do.  He’s kind.  Like you,” you smile adoringly up at Din as the two of you start to head back to the party.

Before you descend the stairs, Din turns you towards him, placing his hands affectionately on either side of your face and leans in so you can hear him over the music, “Pretty bird, how are you feeling about what happened?  I know you must have been scared.”

You close your eyes and tilt your head up for a kiss, which Din happily obliges.  When you open your eyes, you’re nothing but honest, “I think I should have been.  But I wasn’t really.  You told me to get down, you took care of me and even though I didn’t know what was happening, I knew I was safe because you were there.  Din.  You were incredible.  How did you move so fast?  And you took care of that guy like it was nothing.  He never even stood a chance.”

Din blushes at your praise, and rubs his hand on the back of his neck, bashful, “Was lucky.  Don’t move as fast as I used to.”

You won’t let him have any of that, “Luck had nothing to do with it.  You were in total control of the situation the moment you sensed something was up.  You were… magnificent, Din.” You exhale and look at him with admiration your eyes.  Din feels overcome, your praise means everything – even though you had an idea of what he did as a Mando, he had secretly feared that you would recoil from the type of violence he saw regularly if you were to ever encounter it yourself, or worse, recoil from him if you saw him inflict it.  But here you are, telling him he makes you feel safe and not letting him brush over his capabilities and skill.  He pulls you in for a deep kiss, not ever wanting to part his lips from yours, imploring you to open your mouth to his so he can show his appreciation for you, and how you understand and love all of him, through the way his tongue worships you.

*Woooooooooo!!*

Breaking apart, you look down to see Poe and Lisa grinning up at you from the bottom of the stairs, Poe cheering and Lisa waving her hands at the two of you to come down and join the party.  Laughing, you and Din readily join in the fun and dance to the fast tempo number and the next and next, the incident upstairs pushed to the back of your mind.

Later, after Boba has come down to rejoin the party, and Fennec and the Mandos having reappeared to mill around the perimeter of the ballroom, you sway in Din’s arms to a slow song, tired; Din whispers in your ear, “See, told you Boba would love you.  Everyone loves you.”

“Not everyone,” you murmur.

“Oh really?  Name one person who doesn’t like you.”

“Ummm… that guy in the grey suit who spilled coffee all over himself at the coffeeshop the day we met.”

“Hmmm yeah, ok, that guy.  You know, if I ever see that guy again…”

You rest your chin on his chest and look up at Din, eyes twinkling.

“…I’m going to buy him a coffee and give him the biggest thank you.  If it wasn’t for him, we might not have ever met.”

Snuggling back into his chest, you nod, “If you can catch him.  He’d probably run, road runner style if he ever saw you again.”

“Was I very scary that day?”

“A beast.  Terrifying.  A Mythosaur come to life,” you chide, but soften at Din’s imploring face, “but not to me.  I knew immediately I was safer with you there, even though I didn’t know you yet.  I never told you that?”

“Never.  I’m glad you felt that way.  I’m always going to keep you safe, pretty bird. I love you so much.”

“I know, Din.  Love you, too.”  You close your eyes and nestle back into his chest, enjoying the music and the strong flex of the arms holding you.

[candiedspit]

THE HUNDRED POUND COWBOY

I feel like a king when I’m eating chicken wings. Hot sauce dribbling off my chin, sucking the meat off the splintered bones. I was sitting on the floor, my knee to my chest as the television played another episode of my favorite cartoon–Gelatins. Meredith stood by the window with her arms crossed, watching a pair of dogs scrimmage. Meredith let out a giggle and took a puff of her cigarette. I liked Meredith. I liked the way she laughed, the things she laughed at. I liked her freckles. I liked to do coke off her stomach. As I licked my fingers, she put out her cigarette and walked towards the kitchen. 

You got mail, she called out. 

Bullshit, I said. I don’t ever have anything. 

Oh really? She asked, throwing an envelope at me, glass of water in hand.

I wiped my hands on a nearby rag and read the front. It was from my sister June; that old ragtime. I hadn’t seen her in six months. I opened the letter with my thumbnail and stood up to read it aloud. That felt like the proper thing to do, stand up and read it aloud. 

Hey, it said. How are you? It’s strange. Sometimes, I like to picture you in a nail salon. A thousand televisions playing the same channel. Lights buzzing like a crowd. The scent of alcohol. Sometimes, I don’t imagine you at all. Let’s not talk about last time. Here’s the deal–come to Thanksgiving at my house this year. I want you there. It’ll be small. Just mom, dad, Randall and me. We’ll eat and drink and talk. Come. It’ll be nice to see you again. I love you. Hope you’re doing alright. See you soon. 

June

So she wants you to go, Meredith said. You gonna go?

I don’t know, I said. Things got weird last time I saw her. And I haven’t seen my parents in a year. 

You called your mom crying a few weeks ago. Bawling like the world had closed on your little finger. 

That’s because I couldn’t see her, I said. I probably won’t go. 

You should, she said. 

Yeah, but I probably won’t. 

I got up to wash my hands. In the bathroom mirror, I realized I’d spilled hot sauce all over my shirt. 

Goddamn it, why wouldn’t you tell me? I asked, then faced the mirror again. 

Why don’t people tell me these things?

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That night, Meredith went back home on the train She lived in a small basement apartment with her cousins in Queens. When it stormed, they spent the night with a neighbor. It made me sad to think about so I didn’t. 

I went out on a walk, dressed in my long, trench coat and a pair of popsicle orange panties underneath. I lit a cigarette and sat on the stairs of the library a few blocks from my apartment, watching the people, their shadows. Why would June want to see me? It didn’t made sense enough that she loved me. I loved her but I wouldn’t want to see her. 

And Meredith was right. A few weeks ago, I’d gotten kicked out of a club for fighting a woman over possibly drugging my friend’s drink. When she went to the bathroom she was fine. But a few minutes later and she was slumped over like a bag of rice, incoherent. And the woman was the closest target, I’d seen her walk in like she invented paradise. As if she’d ever even seen paradise. I dropped my friend off at her house and went back home where Meredith was waiting, painting her nails in my living room with a wig on. The radio playing oldies. 

I rushed past her and stripped naked and curled into my bed and called my mother. My heart bleated. I felt awful. Just awful. The thing is, I didn’t expect her to answer. It was late, I was banished. But then there she was with her sweet voice spilling out of the phone like syrup. 

Hello? And that was all I needed. I heaved and cried and begged her to forgive me, love me, want me. And before she could answer, I hung up. When she tried calling again, Meredith told her I was asleep. I was no such thing.

That’s the thing, I repeated to myself as I sat there in the rain and the dark and the night. I was no such thing, I was no such thing.

I liked the way my voice sounded in the rain. I liked my thin wrist and broken hands and heavy clothes. I liked the way my legs moved. I liked the way I lived. 

Thanksgiving was a week away. June had asked. 

That was the thing.

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The next morning, I went down to the deli to get cigarettes and a coffee and maybe some candy. Ramone was behind the counter, a seventeen year old kid who always gives me an extra straw even when I walk in there drunk as a horse, laughing at the walls. 

Ramone, how are you? I asked.

Doing good, he said. Palls? 

Yeah, I said. What are you doing for the holidays?

His family owned the deli. His father sat in the back reading porno magazines and drinking milk.

Probably gonna see my family, he said. My cousins and all that. Coffee?

Yeah, I said. That’s nice. You deserve a day off.

Fuck yeah I do, he said. What about you? Twirlers?

Got anything sour? Probably gonna stay at home with the missus.

These? He asked, pulling out a bag of sour gummy bears. What’s the missus gonna do for the holidays?

Yeah, those are good I said. She’s gonna stay with me. Her family’s all dead.

Tell her I said sorry, he said. Eight dollars.

I will, I said. I will. Thanks, Ramone.

Meredith’s family wasn’t dead. In fact, I had a suspicion her bloodline would never end. All her sisters—all seven of them—have had maybe twenty kids in total. Meredith’s the only one who hasn’t settled down. And she sure as hell isn’t bringing me around, heathen galore. 

Meredith is scared she’s getting old. She’s a year older than me but sometimes, she comes home crying because none of the store clerks call her sweetie anymore. And none of the guys who whistle at her in the street can even keep it up. And her clothes feel funny. And isn’t she hideous? And shouldn’t I leave her? And I have to calm her down like a frightened dog. I hold her hair down and fuck her and make her pancakes and fuck her again and sing little songs to her. Meredith, my war torn country. 

I went home and slept for a while and took a pill and cleaned the apartment and ate some candy and watched television, reruns of an old sitcom. I waited for Meredith to come home. Meredith worked on Fifth Avenue. Eight hours in heels. Answering the world’s dumbest questions. Pushing handbags. I always tell her she’s too smart to be selling shitheads designer bags. But it’s a steady income and if there’s one thing Meredith needs it’s a steady income. 

I haven’t worked in a couple of months. I’m like that. My resume reads like an epic. This year I’ve worked as a janitor (took one nap too many in the bleachers, the sun crawling across my face) a bookseller (told everyone their taste was shit) a stocker at the grocery store (labeled everything a dollar) a waiter (spilled wine on seven different people in the same night). 

Truth be told, I wasn’t made to work. I was made to lay in bed and take a pill and watch the world. I was made to kiss and beg and sleep.

When Meredith came home, she had some goodies for me. I grinned into her mouth and we shared a pill. And then another. And then one more. When she left for work in the morning, I took a handful of pills. I swore they tasted like lemon drops. 

I spent the next three days awake. 

I put on my wife beater and trench coat and boots and stomped on everyone’s grounds. I went to a string of bars, whatever was open at whatever time it was. I put my mouth on the world’s mouth. I saw Christ in a plastic bag. I stole a lipstick from the pharmacy and gave the lipstick to a homeless woman. I went to a chapel in the middle of the afternoon and listened in on other people’s prayers, felt buzzed by the words leaving them. I went to the MoMa and spoke outloud. What is a masterpiece? I got a tattoo of a burning house on my wrist. I rented a bike and biked back and forth across the Brooklyn Bridge until it got dark, until the sun froze over into the moon. I popped balloons and swam in a fountain and learned how to play chess. I stayed still for an entire minute. I felt every brush of wind, heard every siren at once. I was the cowboy declaring the west his. I was the queen demanding a beheading. I was the beheaded, living after death. I was the ghost finding Heaven quite boring. 

I was God in his undies. 

It’s a miracle, I said when I returned home to find Meredith in front of the air conditioning, sucking on a lollipop and reading a newspaper. 

It’s a miracle I wasn’t arrested.

I don’t believe in miracles, Meredith said.

And she was right. I slept for nineteen hours and awoke in a cold sweat, the ceiling full of snakes. I couldn’t move. Even turning over felt like a marathon. 

 Meredith? I called out. 

But there was nothing. Just the television and the headlines. I stayed in bed for a couple days, weeping and talking myself out of it and weeping again. I called Meredith but she didn’t pick up. I hated her for that. 

When I finally awoke feeling more aligned, less twitch and more get out of bed, I sat on the edge of my bed eating toast. Thanksgiving was in two days. I decided to go. 

I felt that grateful. 

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On the day before Thanksgiving, I took the bus up to Albany and took a cab to June’s house. I asked the driver to stop so I could smoke. I considered asking him if he could turn around. But I was out of cash. But maybe he’d do it regardless. Yeah, maybe.

Kid, let’s go! He called from behind the wheel.

I stuck with it. 

And as we approached, I could feel my heart drumming. Even more as we sat in her driveway. I paid the driver and got out. June worked as an administrative assistant at a company her boyfriend owned. Thus, two story house in the middle of Albany. I lit another cigarette and sat on her porch. As kids, June used to say I was the morning and she was night. For some reason, she felt so inadequate in comparison, so lame. Perhaps this was the nature of big sisters, especially ones who never got piano lessons or an allowance. Halfway through this thought, I heard the front door open behind me. 

Grace? She asked. Oh my god, Grace. 

I turned around. June was three years older than me. But she looked about ten. All fit in a white skirt and red sweater and floral earrings. I stood up and she hugged me as tight as a sheet. 

Come in, she said. Come in. 

Can I finish this first? I asked. 

Of course, she said. 

I didn’t like the way she stood over me as I smoked. I wondered if she thought I might leave. I wondered if I should have. June didn’t have any children yet. But she had a dog and a boyfriend who worked long hours. And she had a large backyard and a porch swing and windows the size of murals. She kept her eyes on me as I touched through everything. Dictionaries in three different languages. Tulips in glass. A vintage clock stuck at midnight. 

That night, it was only June and I. Her boyfriend was on a business trip. We drank rose and ordered pizza and she read me a chapter from one of her favorite books. And we fell asleep in her bed. I dreamt of crossword puzzles. I solved for genie. 

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In the morning, June had already made up her side of the bed. I couldn’t hear anything. I got up, dressed in a wife beater and a pair of shorts June let me borrow and stood by the stairs. There were small murmurs. I got halfway down the stairs before realizing the scene. In the living room were my parents and my older brother Randall and June. All sat in a circle. I froze as they stared up at me. 

Hi baby, my mother said. 

I ran upstairs and shut the door behind me. I locked the door and when June knocked, I didn’t say a thing. I waited until I could hear go downstairs before calling Meredith. 

Meredith, I whispered. Meredith, it was all a fucking scam. 

What do you mean?

I mean, my family is pulling a goddamn fucking intervention for me. They’re downstairs in a circle. What do I do?

What? Why would they do that?

I could hear the sound of her snorting a line. 

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Last time I saw June was back towards the end of May when she and her boyfriend came to the city to visit some of his old college friends. She wanted to see where I lived. It was raining, a hard spring rain. And we ran upstairs, our laughter colliding. It was good for a while. We made sandwiches with whatever was left in the fridge and drank beer and watched a couple of movies. But as I was smoking a cigarette, she turned towards me. 

Why do you do this? She asked. 

What do you mean?

We could help you, she said. We could get you clean. And I’d help you find work. And it could be nice. But this, this isn’t a way to live. 

Clean? I asked. 

Oh, come on. 

What? I’ve been “clean” since you’ve gotten here, I said. 

Yeah, what? Four hours? What were you doing in the bathroom?

I was taking a shit, I said. 

Yeah, for five minutes?

So I take sonic shits, so what? I’ve never asked–

I found this in your kitchen, she said, holding up a baggie. Three little pills inside. 

That doesn’t mean anything, I said. 

No?

No, come on. Who doesn’t take pills? I wanna relax. So, every now and then. 

Then why’s your nose bleeding?

Fuck you, I said, wiping my nose with my hand. And I sent her away into the rain. And yelled at her from the window as she walked to find a phone. 

Fuck you and your happy little life! Fuck you and your dog! Fuck you and your lawn! Fuck you, I hope you find what you’re looking for!

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I’d taken a couple of pills when I woke up. But for extra measure, I took two more. And waited for June to slither in with her spare key.

Grace? She asked, kneeling down to where I was on the floor. 

I don’t want to do this, I whispered It’s really not so bad. It’s not what you think.

Grace, let’s go.

She held my hand and walked me downstairs as though I were crippled or old. But I was twenty five and nothing could hurt me.

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Tell us what it’s like, my mother said. I was sitting between her legs as she pet my head, the pills kicking in like heat in my skin. I’d shaved my head a couple of months back. I wondered if that surprised her. And if it didn’t, what that said about me. 

Before we go, you should have a chance to speak. And Grace, we’re only doing this because we love you.

I sighed. 

We’re talking about drugs right? I asked. Not the occasional black out or night on the town. But drugs. The kind you would die for? The best goddamn thing?

Yes, she said.

Then, it feels like God is blessing you. Again and again, you’re blessed. And protected. And worshipped. It feels like you can’t live for another second in this world. But to be in the other world where the walls breathe and you’re on the run, forever on the run. It feels like heat in your skin. Not on but inside. It feels like being reigned king; a fat, slovely king with nothing to do but eat meat and pick who to kill. It feels like the only thing. It feels like hitting a homerun during the last inning, the sun falling into your eyes and the crowd roaring for you. It feels like being crushed during sex. It feels like God wants you to live. It feels like being able to live. 

It feels like that. And you’re asking me to give it up?

There was a silence. 

All we want is for you to be safe, my father said. And well. And there is no between. You can’t be on drugs and be well at the same time. It’s not possible.

But who says I have to be well? I asked, my words slurred. I’m no good at anything. I’m good at being high. And that’s it.

We do. We say that. Because we love you. And we want you around, in our lives. And you’re so young.

I’m not gonna live a long time, I said. Even if I got clean, I don’t have the stamina. I don’t.

Grace, all we ask is that you give it a try.

I did, I said. For twenty two years, I tried. I went to college. I did everything everyone said I had to do. I read books. I did well in class. I got internships. I had friends and time. I was doing well. And I felt nothing. 

Life isn’t one thing, my mom said. I could barely feel her fingers on my head. 

Life is as devoid as it is fruitful, she continued. But all of that is alright, it is doable. By getting clean, you’re choosing the only option that matters. 

----

After six hours of this, I agreed to go ahead with getting treatment. But not before taking the rest of my stash and falling asleep in my mother’s lap. And by that time the following year, I learned what they had meant. 

Because I was alive and Meredith wasn’t. 

[sappymix1]

anyway whoo posted a fic for @georgieeehd for the dtblr summer camp exchange <3333 hope u like it :)

to love and be loved, dnf, 5k words, domestic fluff!!!!

The mattress store was in a stripmall, the type with a random urgent care tucked in one corner and a nail salon in the other. It was funny; George had thought about Dream so much, but almost never in somewhere so normal. It was always 'DNF at Disney' that they talked about on late night calls. He and Dream at conventions and Mr. Beast shoots and filming IRL Manhunt. He’d been so excited the first time they went to buy groceries together. Dream made the near empty mattress store parking lot look like fucking paradise.

- mattress-gate number two, and the romanticizing of the mundane

[beardedmrbean]

1. Eurostar hints at new destinations as it expands fleet for first time in ten years

High-speed railway operator Eurostar has announced it is working on "thoroughly renewing and expanding its fleet" with up to 50 new trains, while also hinting at extending its services to other destinations. Read more.

2. Brussels' linguistic evolution: English gains ground as French declines

The internationalisation of Brussels is increasingly reflected in the languages spoken in the region. The latest Language Barometer shows almost half of the region's citizens speak English fluently and Dutch speakers are on the rise, while French is losing ground. Read more.

(USA USA USA)

3. 'Proportionate restriction': ECHR upholds ban on Islamic veil in secondary education

The European Court of Human Rights (ECHR) has ruled that it upholds the ban on hijabs in Flemish Community secondary schools. It rejected the applicants' complaint that the ban is incompatible with freedom of religion. Read more.

4. Dubai criminal paradise: Traffickers wanted in Belgium making millions selling UAE property

Several leaders of drug gangs have been able to buy, rent and sell villas and flats in Dubai in recent years, making hefty profits, despite being wanted, prosecuted or even convicted by Belgian law enforcement agencies. Read more.

5. Slovenian Prime Minister first serving EU leader to back 'European right to abortion'

As far-right and populist parties are predicted to make large gains in the forthcoming European elections, progressive leaders from Spain to Slovenia are joining the 'MyVoiceMyChoice' pro-choice campaign to protect women's reproductive rights. Read more.

6. Vietnamese trafficking network: Police close nail salons and arrest 17 people in Brussels

17 suspected members of a human trafficking ring were arrested last month. The suspects have been forcing Vietnamese migrants to work in nail salons in the Belgian capital for years, according to the Brussels Labour Audit Office. Read more.

7. Wallonia unveils 26 summer bathing spots for locals and tourists alike

Wallonia has unveiled 26 official outdoor swimming sites across the region this summer. Read more.

[sexilene]

Hi! could you do a list of your favorite beauty drug store recs?

absolutely! 💞💞💞

🌸 la roche-posay thermal spring water soothing face spray

🌸 l'oreal paris voluminous makeup lash paradise volume mascara (its so fluffy!!)

🌸 maybelline expert wear eyeshadow quads (any shade is like so classic, quick touch up...ugh!!)

🌸 essence stay & play gel eyeliner in ice ice baby (for the inner corner of the eye, so vs angel so magical!)

🌸 maybelline instant age rewind easer dark circles treatment concealer (ofccc!!)

🌸 e.l.f. power grip primer (gets the job doneee!)

🌸 l'oreal paris true match lumi bronze it bronzer for face and body (i actually really like this!)

🌸 milani baked blush in bella bellini (so shiny, so summerrr)

🌸 l'oreal paris true match lumi glotion natural glow enhancer (obsessed!)

🌸 maybelline baby lips moisturizing lip balm (so nostalgic, also another forever fave!)

🌸 tresemme rich moisture shampoo (makes my hair smell really good lol)

🌸 tresemme two extra hold hair spray mini (for on the go touch ups)

🌸 mermade everyday brush in pink (i have one and i thought it was pretty and cute!)

🌸 essie nail polish (i have a whole collection lol)

🌸 kiss salon acrylic french, 1 pack in rumor mill

🌸 ed hardy body mist

🌸 juicy couture eau de parfum body mist

🌸 paris hilton body mist spray (bottle is cute to display lol)

💞💞💞

[hardcore-lonewolf]

💋Bad Girls💋: A Teen Titans & Young Justice Cross-Over Fan-Fiction One-Shot (TUMBLR)

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PLOT: This group of eight chicks are getting ready for their slumber party and got some lingerie for themselves rather than their boyfriends. A band of eight dudes are curious about their girlfriends and their tea time, so these men dug into some private plans to find their women's juicy kinks and uncover some hidden secrets. In order to do that, these gents must follow and spy on their ladies throughout their overnight weekends at Paradise City, where the saints and sinners come to play mind games for fun. These guys got an undercover mission to get answers and interrogate their lovers on some certain questions that never asked during their relationships (marriages and engagements). These divas find out and are now crossing the next evil deeds that popped into their minds...some dirty things and some crazy habits in that gave them some vintage bad bitch vibes. Let's find out what these heroines got in store for these heroes and how they'll react.

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⚠WARNING⚠: THIS IS SET IN THE FUTURE LIKE "BEN 10K" TIMES, I CHOSE TO PUT EVA NELSON (FUTURE GWEN) AND RACHEL ROTH UP FOR THAT REASON. THE TEAM AND THE TITANS ARE NOW ADULTS, WHICH DOESN'T MEAN THAT THEY STOPPED BEING FRIENDS AND ALLIES...THEY'RE CLOSER THAN THAT. THIS CONTAINS MOSTLY MENTIONS OF ROUGH SMUT THAT'LL BE VERY IMPLIED OR THE REAL DEAL, A BIT DARK ANGST CAUSE THESE STRONG MEN ARE VERY OVERPROTECTIVE WITH THEIR TOUGH WOMEN, SOME HARD CRACK THAT WILL HURT ME TO DEATH BY LAUGHTER, AND A FEW SOFT FLUFF MOMENTS THAT ARE LOVING AND CARING WHEN THESE BOYS GET COMFORTED BY THESE GIRLS. IT MAKES ME NOT REGRETTING ANY WAY POSSIBLE WITH MY WORDS AND STUFF.

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"The men are stuck on a weekend mission overnight at Las Vegas, which leaves us by ourselves and drinking wine coolers on a cruise ship from LA to Tokyo. We can stay in this fucking tower and be bored as hell, or we'll do my list of things that'll make Kaldur swimming back home faster than Wally speeding throughout Mexico for nachos." Wonder Woman II (OFC: Ophelia Trevor) said while setting her bottle down and grabbing her list. "Here's the things women would do to look hot and sexy for their men. We're doing this and I don't give a damn...we need fresh air for gods' sake."

Black Cat (OFC: Eva Nelson), Tigress, Miss Martian, Zatanna, Rocket, Fire Goddess II (Starfire), and White Raven stared at the list and read it to themselves. They froze with reddened cheeks and their face formed into sly looks with mad grins on their faces. Wonder Woman put the list down and gave them an evil smirk in response to theirs.

Karaoke bars, night clubs, pole dances, music studios, fashion shows, spa resorts, hair salons, poker games, vintage cars, hotel rooms, flower gardens, jewelry stores, casino houses, beauty markets, beach parties, island pools, hot tubs, tattoo parlors, piercing outlets, erotic dens, nail shops, and strip joints.

"We're in," the demigoddess let them follow her and got in some clothes she gave them for Saturday night's neon lights party in Jump City.

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When it reached Saturday night, the guys finished their missions and were surprised that their lovers aren't inside the Titan Tower nor on the Central Island. Nightwing found a sticky note with a matte black lipstick kiss mark on it and read it. He nodded and handed the note to Aquaman II (Jackson Hyde), who recognized his beloved wife the new Wonder Woman's handwriting.

"Hello boys, it seems y'all finished the mission early, don't worry about us, we're currently at that neon lights club dressed up and letting ourselves enjoy some time. If you're reading this Kaldur, you better not let yourself and the rest of the guys catch us there. We're that easy to spot, but you men must be tired and exhausted. The ladies and I got some special presents for y'all, yet it won't happen cause a certain blue bird couldn't keep his thoughts to himself. You boys can drag us back all you want, we'll be running and hiding all night. Once y'all gents find all of us, the ladies and I will be good for you...as long as you perverts tell us why y'all always spy on us during our tea time. Have fun trying to catch us...sincerely yours, your beloved wife Ophelia Stephanie Hyde."

"They're partying at the Neon Lights Club in Jump City," Flash III (Wally West) said as he found the location and showed Nightwing.

"Those women will forever be the death of us," Breach (OMC: Nate Davenport) muttered under his breath, earning a nod from Steel Scion (Superboy I).

Hardware II (Cyborg I), Changeling, and Sentinel (OMC: Matt Ferris) followed Breach to the Zeta Tube while the rest stayed to discuss the women's punishments for lying about their whereabouts. Sentinel opens the location and the heroes headed on the streets of Jump City. The men found the club and walked inside without being caught.

"Now then, where's those girls at?" The girls heard their men and grew excited mixed with fear cause they knew that the boys won't hold back on being rough with them under the sheets.

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Wonder Woman shut the curtains and was a bit of afraid of her possessive husband Aquaman. Miss Martian, Fire Goddess (Starfire), Rocket, Tigress, Black Cat, Zatanna, and White Raven were blushing at how their lovers were prepared to take them home for some rough housing underneath the bedsheets all night long. The heroes were very obsessed and overprotective of their girls, they won't let any man or woman take them away.

"Let's do this number and give our men a good show." The heroines got to their places and were prepared for what they did behind their men's backs every time they by themselves.

"Remember girls, never let a person touch or feel, we let our lovers do that only and we'll be fine." They gulped nervously while stretching and taking deep breaths. "We're getting out of here when the curtain closes and we start running for it backstage to random spots in this club. Don't let them hear or see you...they know that this is a manhunt to them, our asses are doomed when they find all of us. Good luck and I pray to the gods that we can still walk straight after tonight."

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"Thanks," the bartender nodded after passing the heroes some cold water.

"The club got some girls to volunteer and perform some dancing for the crowd tonight. They go by Dahlia (Raven), Violet (Zatanna), Jasmine (Megan), Leilani (Artemis), Rosalie (Eva), Willow (Raquel), Heather (Opal), and Cassia (Kory) Motley of the Spectrum. They did some good dances on the tryouts and got in at first place, I saw those platinum rings with those white diamonds on their fingers and have told many people to try not getting on them cause they're taken. Whoever married or engaged to these ladies, those men are blessed and are proud to love women like them." The bartender explained to the heroes, not knowing that he's actually complimenting them and getting appreciative nods with smiles.

"Peforming on stage, the winners of the Neon Lights Club Dance-Off from last night...here's Spectrum!" The heroes froze to see their wives and lovers in disguise as the Spectrum.

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MAGENTA - EVA (OFC); RED - RAVEN; ORANGE - ARTEMIS ; YELLOW - ZATANNA; GREEN - KORY; CYAN - MEGAN; BLUE - RAQUEL; PURPLE - OPAL (OFC).

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When it goes "Where...have...you...been?", the song does it twice...the warm colors: magenta/Rosalie, red/Dahlia, orange/Leilani, and yellow/Violet will be the first one, and the cool colors: green/Cassia, cyan/Jasmine, blue/Willow, and purple/Heather.

It's a mix of these two choreography videos and it amazes me that people make videos like the two between this sentence inside their dance studios anytime...they're very talented.

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Once the music was over, the crowd cheers and went insane. The Spectrum bows and waves at the people before heading backstage. When the girls got there, they immediately head into the dressing rooms and went dead silent except for their hearts beating in their chests.

"Oh girls, come out wherever y'all are." The girls let Black Cat cast an invisibility spell and an enchantment that blocks the boys from finding them.

(Mind link established, where we're going now Bella?) Miss Martian asked the demigoddess.

(Two words, top floor.) Wonder Woman answered while trying to stay calm and quiet.

The girls snuck out of the dressing rooms and ran upstairs to the secret elevator. White Raven quickly presses it and uses her magic to close the door shut. Fire Goddess chose the top floor and the girls waited till the door opens to their destination.

Once it does, the women rushed out and hides in random places. They heard their men walking up the stairs and gulped nervously. The ladies know that Steel Scion, Hardware, and Changeling can easily search for them, but Black Cat made sure that her mana kept the guys from finding all of them.

"Ladies, you can't hide from us all night long, we will find all of you and drag y'all home if we have to." Nightwing said in a low voice that almost made the Lucky Girl squeak out loud.

White Raven suddenly saw a light switch and use that to turn off the lights. Zatanna silently gave her a thumbs-up and crawled next to the cambion. The nephilim could see the men's feet on the hard ground and grew anxiously afraid.

[I can't find them here,] the Amalgam Kid stated as he sat down on the bed next to Hardware and glares at the floor.

He gets off of it and lifts the bed up with the half-robot man to see nobody there. The boys set the bed down and Steel Scion grew frustrated. The Son of Steel suddenly heard a ball rolling and snaps his eyes to where it came from.

(Damn it, we're so dead.) Tigress said.

(Don't make another sound woman, we can't be caught by Dick and Wally.) Black Cat told her as she makes a magic portal and teleports both of them along with the rest of the girls through the dimensional vortex. (This portal will lead them trying to find us in the cave, but we'll be inside the bottom ground floor where we can get out of these damn outfits and back in the tower.)

Steel Scion saw the portal and it seems to be kept open. The boys ran through it and saw their own selves back in the cave. Their lovers were driving them nuts and it was working...for now.

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The girls got out of their outfits and into their lingerie for tonight. Black Cat teleported them back in the tower after putting those clothes away in their undercover mission closet and saw that the lights were now off. The eight women were cautious and a bit intimidated.

"Jack?/Conner?/Vic?/Nate?/Wally?/Richie?/Matt?/Gar?" The girls called their names out.

Wonder Woman felt familiar webbed hands on her waist and was pulled back against their fronts like the seven women younger than her. She gasps when those certain pair of lips latched onto her bare neck and begun marking it with love bites. The lights went back and the girls immediately huddled together in fear with nervous looks on their faces compared to the darkened expressions written on the men.

"Hey?/Hi?/Hello?/Hiya?" The girls stuttered with reddened faces at how their men marked their necks with hickeys and got them aroused in an once pitch black lounge.

"You women are in some trouble now, y'all knew how jealous and possessive we are to you. Just because y'all dressed yourselves up nice for us doesn't mean all of you are off the hook," the girls froze to see handcuffs and backed away from their lovers while shaking uncontrollably.

"But," Flash raised a hand with Aquaman and Sentinel II (Matt Ferris).

"Nope, y'all getting punished our way and we'll make sure you ladies won't be running next time." Hardware replied to their protests, earning wide-eyed looks and reddened faces from the females in front of them.

(Run,) all eight girls ran to the halls with the boys trailing them off their paths and were lifted over their shoulders by their romantic interest/special companion.

[This never gets old,] the watch wielder said as he takes Zatanna to their shared room in the tower.

[Indeed,] the Atlantean responded while taking his Amazonian wife to their room.

By the end of the night through morning time, the girls were flustered messes and still sore from the rough pounding they got from their lovers. They blushed madly whenever the guys come out without a shirt and gave them sly smirks, which made the ladies smile shyly in return. The moral of their weekend is that to never tease your lovers whenever they still got adrenaline pumping in them from missions and are frustrated from having no sex.

COMMENT DOWN BELOW AND FOLLOW.

[schizophrenic-klept-hoe-maniac]

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Total- idk? Somewhere around $520 not including taxes obviously. Also RIP pic quality T^T

W41M4RT~

- Crème Shop Hello Kitty Double Cleanser x2

-Crème Shop Hello Kitty Dewy Face Cream

-Crème Shop Hello Kitty Face Wipes

-Crème Shop Hello Kitty Milk Toner

-Crème Shop Hello Kitty Brightening Serum

-Pr0fû$ion Rituals Palette

-Pr0fü$ion Rituals Lipstick

-MUR Beetlejuice Eyeliner

-MUR Beetlejuice eyeshadow palette x2

-MUR Beetlejuice house eyeshadow palette x2

-MUR Beetlejuice Handbook for the Recently Deceased Face Palette

-MUR Ghostin Black Lip Kit

-MUR ghostin cherry eyeliner

-MUR Ghostin Lip Stain

-MUR Ghostin blood spray

-Hard Candy Punk Monochrome Eyeshadow Quad

-Wet N Wild White Liquid Lipstick

-Salon Perfect Press on Nails x6

-Bloody hair accessories

-Witchy String Backpack x2

U1T@~

-Crème Shop Hello Kitty Face Mask

-MUR Midnight Kiss Lip Kit

-MUR Midnight Kiss lipstick

-MUR Bright Lights Highlighters x2

-MUR Terror transformation liner set

-Milani Liquid Contour Wand

-NYX Milky Lip Gloss (Got it bc it looks like c*m LOL)

-NYX SFX face and body paint

-NYX Shine Loud purple liquid lip duo

-NYX Shine Loud teal liquid lip duo

- NYX lip pencils x2

-NYX loose glitter

-Colourpop supershock shadows x3

-Lash paradise mascara (my new fav)

-Truly Heartbreaker Lip Mask

J04NN$

-Jar of tiny Swarovski type of gems x4

-Jar of loose black glitter

-Earrings Set

-Hair Flower pin

-Skeleton flower hair clips

-Spooky thigh highs x2

-pack of bat confetti balloons

-Creep it real patch

-Label Stickers

-fine liner brushes x2

-word plaques

-Ghost Pin

-2 big black buttons

-glow in the dark hair ties

D011@R TR33

-LA colors Face primer

-LA colors lip duo (best smelling lip product, high or low end. HANDS DOWN.)

-silicone beauty blender

-Ioni mascara

-Ioni individual lashes

-Leash

-Pink Microtip brush pen

-Wet N Wild clear lipgloss balm

[cryopathiic-a]

To say that Inosuke's blood was boiling was quite the understatement. He seemed ready to explode as he sat in his chair, wrists virtually glued to the armrests as the lady before him painted his freshly cleaned nails into a deep, blood-red color.

Oh, he should have knowns this was a trap when rainbow-eyes promised to treat him later. He should never have walked past those doors.

The incessant cackle of voices was nothing short of insufferable. Honey, did you know? No, she didn't, and Douma was probably about to tell her. And I was like, "no waaaaaay!" Yes way, moron.

Inosuke rolled his eyes as slowly as he could manage. What was stopping him from breaking these lady's fingers, breaking out of this place, and setting fire to the entire mall?

"Uncurl those little fingers, young man." The lady told him off in a stern voice, inbetween two giggles at whatever delightful tale the blond young man was telling. Inosuke bit so hard into his lip that he drew blood.

Something prickled at the back of his head. The man was looking at him. As Inosuke allowed the words to reach his ears again, what little he caught immediately sent his rage off the meters. Something about the boars. The mud, the dirt, the benevolence one had to have to reach out to such a dirty hand, and offer it the roof it had always sought.

There was a shriek as Inosuke ripped his hand free and grabbed the vial of nail polish. The liquid spilled from its container as Inosuke chucked the bottle right at Douma, very much hoping that it would not only land right in his stupid face, but also stain his stupid clothes – and with some luck, spill into his stupid mouth as well.

He still remembers her eyes.

Big, doe-like, filled with wonder. Their color; a deep green like forest trees with veins of emerald and glimmering gold; the sort of thing you can only find on ancient temple statues and be humbled before the beauty that can come from mere earthly rocks. Thick lashes laden with tears. Her dillated pupils had harbored his reflection, her lips, soft and puffy, had donned that final gasp so delicately. And then—

Every tme he looks at that child serves as a reminder of that night.

Dōma tends to avoid it. His days are flooded with activities that leave little space for mulling over several themes in his life; and more often than not, the menace in his custody gets dragged along for the ride. The smile stretches further on his visage, facing his appointed nail lady with near unblinking elation. Eternal Paradise has several business fronts. This salon is just one of many. And Mei-Mei here, she has known Dōma since he was about Inosuke's age.

❝ She was absurd about it, Auntie. ❞ As most of the older women in the Family were often referred to. ❝ We aren't even together and she expects a full report of my day and night? It reads a little toxic, in my opinion. ❞

" She is insecure, being next to a man like you. But that's nothing new, for a woman. Men like to be mothered and some women pick up on that and think it applies to everyone. You don't need this kind of energy in your life, honey, take it from me. Right now... " She nods towards Inosuke. " — you should be focusing on stability. I've been married seven years and I know first hand what it takes to raise a child. You need a partner that can show up, not add more fuss to your life. " The 'Auntie' comments nonchalantly, whilst glossing over his pinky. It is held up in her hardened grip, confessing to a lifetime of toil. Dōma's flawless skin is a stark juxtaposition; as is the blase look he wears whilst browsing through his Instagram feed.

❝ Mhm. ❞ Nonchalantly, prismatic eyes traverse the room for the one in question. Inosuke is seething on the manicure chair, just as Auntie's colleague, another girl from the cult that was offered a job here, tries to reason with the kid. A huff slips through Dōma's teeth. The woman lowers her voice, leaning a bit closer over the manicure table.

"How is it going, with the little one? " Dōma purses his lips.

❝ Ah... there's been some challenges. He has learned so many misconceptions, out there with the boars and whatnot— but it's a slow pro-- ❞

Hushed words cut with the abrupt movement from somewhere in the room. The girl lets out a squeak when something is flung across in the Dōma's direction; it's cool and thick when it connects. A spritz of red paints the counter and drips down his chin onto his silk shirt. The fabric stains crimson. Dōma's eyelids flicker in effort to push a droplet out.

"Good gracious heavens!" 'Auntie' exclaims. She turns harshly towards the girl that sits stunted on her knees. "Well don't just stare like that, go, fetch towels!" What other clients were present in the background are roused; coming to Dōma's aid. Within a couple of labored blinks he is surrounded by warm towels, wipes and a glass of water — as if the entire ordeal would have shocked his throat dry. But the man merely looks down, demurely tapping at the fresh stain in his lap. He reaches for the bottle, but someone gets it for him first, with the expected word of reassurance.

Don't worry about it. How can I help?

I'm so sorry! Would you like me to rub it clean?

Oh, what a disaster! Lord Founder, I can wash your shirt for you!

Is there something you need? What can I get you?

They flock to him; drawn into the humility of such a measured reaction. The most appropriate one, some might say, when dealing with a problem child. 'Auntie' spares Inosuke a scolding word in the meantime; something about messing up her salon. Only then does Dōma seem to perk up — quick to brush past the people crowding his seat and interject.

❝ I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, 'Auntie', I will send someone to clean up this mess, okay? I apologize for the mess and the inconvenience. But I think we should just go. Inosuke, where is your coat— ❞ He begins to shuffle about, knowing well the child most likely would reject putting it on in either case.

"Don't apologize-- are you sure you don't need us to drop you off somewhere--"

❝ No, that's fine.It's fine. I'll just call Nara to come pick us up. ❞

And that he would. Without a second look towards the child. Without so much as a scoff.

[touchandglow]

Polish Paradise: Embark on a Nail Journey at an Exquisite Shop of Beauty

Welcome to the enchanting world of Polish Paradise at Touch and Glow Beauty Clinic, an exquisite nail shop Edgware that invites you to embark on a mesmerizing nail journey. Nestled in the heart of the UK, this captivating nail shop offers an exceptional experience where beauty meets artistry. From luxurious manicures and pedicures to stunning nail art and lash treatments, Touch and Glow is a heaven of beauty and indulgence. Join us as we explore the allure of Touch and Glow beauty salon and the transformative power it holds.

Luxury Redefined: The Nail Shop Edgware Experience

Touch and Glow Edgware is redefining the concept of luxury in nail care. Step into a realm of elegance and sophistication, where attention to detail is paramount. The nail technicians at Polish Paradise are not only highly skilled but also passionate about their craft. With a keen eye for perfection, they transform ordinary nails into art. From shaping and filing to cuticle care and polish application, every step is executed with precision and finesse, ensuring a flawless and long-lasting result.

Mesmerising Nail Art: Unleashing Creativity

At our salon, nail art is taken to new heights. Talented nail technicians are artists in their own right, able to transform nails into captivating canvases. From intricate designs and geometric patterns to vibrant colours and delicate details, the possibilities are endless. Whether you seek a sophisticated, understated look or a bold, statement-making design, Polish Paradise brings your vision to life. Every stroke of the brush is an expression of creativity, allowing you to showcase your unique style and personality.

Indulge in Luxurious Treatments: Lashes Treatment in Edgware

While Touch and Glow are renowned for its exceptional nail services, it also offers indulgent lashes treatments Edgware. Elevate your beauty routine with lash extensions or lash lifts, expertly performed by skilled lash technicians. Enhance the natural beauty of your eyes, creating an alluring gaze. Whether you desire length, volume, or a subtle enhancement, the lash treatments will leave you feeling glamorous and confident.

A Sanctuary of Relaxation and Tranquility

Step into the Touch and Glow beauty clinic and feel the stress of the outside world melt away. The salon's serene ambience creates a soothing atmosphere where you can unwind and rejuvenate. Soft lighting, calming music, and comfortable seating add to the overall experience, ensuring that every visit is a moment of pure bliss. Whether you're seeking solace from a busy day or simply treating yourself to a pampering session, this exquisite nail shop offers the perfect sanctuary.

Unparalleled Customer Care: Tailored Services for Individual Needs

We understand that each client is unique, with specific preferences and requirements. Our team takes the time to listen attentively, ensuring that every service is tailored to your individual needs. Whether you have delicate nails that require extra care or specific design preferences, they go above and beyond to deliver a personalized experience that exceeds your expectations. We strive to create a warm and welcoming environment where clients feel valued and appreciated.

Conclusion

Touch and Glow beauty clinic is not just a nail shop; it's an exquisite destination where beauty and artistry intertwine. With its dedication to luxury, attention to detail, and a wide range of services including lash treatments, this salon transcends expectations. We  invite you to embark on a nail journey, where your nails become a canvas for self-expression and a reflection of your unique style. Immerse yourself in the captivating atmosphere, relax, and let the skilled professionals at our nail shop edgware bring your beauty vision to life.

[gunkreads]

Ok fuck it REAL ask game: send me a WoT character and a numbered setting and i’ll write you a short paragraph vigniette of that character in that place

Observation tower

Farmhouse

Shop

High-rise building

Chicken coop

Barracks

Cathedral

Town hall

Skyscraper

Stadium

Pyramid

Prison

Polar research station

Eiffel tower

Lawyer's chambers

Hardware store

Brothel

Office

Factory

Hairdresser

Harbor

Internet cafe

Orthodontist

Kindergarten

Market

Gym

Nail salon

Butcher's shop

School

Tanning salon

Tax advisor

Supermarket

Laundromat

Ad agency

Sausage stand

Dentist

Wig store

Glacier

Forest

Beach

Meadow

Desert

Park

Rainforest

Oasis

Savannah

Waterfall

Library

School

Cinema

Theatre

Museum

Children's room.

Bedroom

Living room

Kitchen

Garage

Music room

Library

Guest room

Basement, cellar

Balcony

Greenhouse

Moon, planets

Heaven

Hell

Paradise

Spaceship

Space station

Time machine

Aircraft

Caravan, campervan

Motorcycle

Train

Zeppelin

Tram

Bus

Under the bridge

On the bridge

Crematorium

Cemetery

Zoo

Circus

(list, slightly abridged, from: https://improwiki.com/en/wiki/improv/list_of_places)

[hgsalonandspa]

Summer Nail Art Ideas: Bright, Bold, and Beautiful

It’s that time of the year when bright colors and playful patterns of creative design come into their own, making it the most fitting time to dabble in a little nail art from a reputed nail salon in Sturbridge. As the mercury rises, so does the trend for bold and eye-catching nails, which mirror the vibe of this sun-filled season. Whether you’re off to the beach, attending weddings in the summertime, or you just want to add a pop of color to your everyday look, here are some of the hottest nail art ideas to rock this Summer of 2024.

Tropical Paradise

Get those island vibes straight onto your fingertips with lush greenery, exotic flowers, and palm tree designs in the likes of hibiscus flowers, palm leaves, and even small pineapples. Coupled with bold greens, pinks, and yellows, the outcome is a tiny tropical getaway for your nails. Perfect for beach vacations or lounging by the pool, these nail designs make one feel like they are on a never-ending summer holiday.

Neon Pop

Neon colors are back in a big way in 2024. How’s that for bright oranges, electric blues, and hot pinks? They’re the coolest, most happening shades for everybody opted for by many nail salons in Sturbridge, not just the young at heart. Neon nails are perfect for anyone who wants to make an enormous statement. You can go the whole nine yards with neon in your manicure or opt for neon accents, like neon French tips or neon geometric patterns. The most important thing is to have fun and let your nails shine as bright as the sun during summer.

Pastel Dream

If neon is a bit too much for you, pastels are always the classic summer favorite. Soft shades of lavender, mint green, and baby blue give you that more softened, elegant look speaking so much for the summer. These hues work magic with no-frills clean manicures but can be easily paired to create one-of-a-kind designs such as gradient ombre fades or delicate floral patterns. Pastels are versatile and can easily go from office wear to a weekend out.

Fruit Frenzy

Fruit nail art is playful, colorful, and just perfect for the summer season. These fruit nail art designs present a fun way to pay homage to the season, from watermelons and strawberries to lemons and oranges. You can either have one kind of fruit on each nail or mix and match different fruits for that fresh, bright appeal. This trend is definitely going to make people talk, adding some play to your summer style.

Abstract Art

Abstract designs give a modern, artistic feel to nail art. With this trend, there is much room for creativity: swirls, splashes, and shapes all come together to create unique patterns. The best part of abstract is that it doesn’t need to follow any rules — just let your imagination go wild and crazy. Mix and match colors, play with negative space, and experiment with textures to bring about a look that’s truly one-of-a-kind.

Metallic Magic

Metallic nails are classy and elegant to rock during summer nights. Gold, silver, and rose gold colors add an air of class to any outfit and will be wonderful for evening affairs or other very special occasions. You can sport a full metallic look or just integrate the metallic accents with foils, glitters, or chrome finishes. Metallic may also be combined with other trends, such as abstract designs or tones of pastels, for truly one-of-a-kind nail art.

Nautical Vibes

Nautical nails are a real classic for the summertime. To a great extent, they take their inspiration from the sea, with navy blues, crisp whites, bold reds, anchors, stripes, and sailor motifs. It’s perfect for those in love with the ocean and who would like to add a touch of this nautical style to their manicure. No matter if you’re actually going to set sail or just dream about the ocean, nautical nails are timeless in their feel when it comes to celebrating summer.

Minimalist Chic

Loving the subtle appearance, minimalist nail art gives a sleek, modern vibe with clean lines, simple dots, and geometric shapes. Nude tones paired with delicate metallics or soft pastels bring about a sophisticated yet summery look. Minimalist designs are quite ideal for those who desire a polished, classy manicure that will complement any outfit.

Gradient Glory

Gradients, also known as ombre nails, are stylish ways to combine different colors all into one. This kind of nail art look, enables you to use various colors all in one design; the colors smoothly transition to form one color from the other. In summer, hues like coral and peach would work great — warm colors — or if you like cool tones, then turquoise and lavender could do the trick. Gradient nails will therefore be different for each particular style and color that one may want.

Bold Florals

Floral nail art never goes out of style, but this season, it is all about big and bold blooms. Huge flowers in bright colors, done with minute and detailed miniature work that makes each petal pop — this can be a great idea to have one statement flower on each nail or even an entire garden on your manicure. Most of all, floral designs are one lovely way to flaunt the beauty of summer.

Conclusion: Why Do You Need Hair Gallery Salon & Spa for Your Summer Nail Art?

At Hair Gallery Salon & Spa, we believe your nails are a blank canvas of creativity. Our talented nail artists are here to help bring your summer nail art ideas into action and keep up with the latest trends. We will come up with bold, vibrant ideas or subtle, classy designs, focusing on top-rated service in a relaxed and very friendly environment.

Right in the heart of Sturbridge is our nail salon, which offers a full line of services, from manicures and pedicures to nail art. Our facility has the top finishing touches to assure quality and ensure your nails are healthy, strong, and fabulous. So, what are you waiting for? Book an appointment today, and let Hair Gallery Salon & Spa help you make a stylish statement this summer. Visit us at https://thehairgallerysalonandspa.com/.

Original Source — https://thehairgallerysalonandspa.blogspot.com/2024/08/summer-nail-art-ideas-bright-bold-and.html

[megamobilestylesposts]

Fun Summer Nails: Brighten Your Look in 2024

Hey gorgeous! Ready to dive into the vibrant world of fun summer nails?

As we wave goodbye to the cozy layers of winter and spring, it's time to embrace the sunny vibes with open arms—and what better way to do that than with a fabulous set of summer-ready nails? Whether you're a beach babe, a city slicker, or a party queen, this ultimate guide is your go-to for nailing the perfect summer look. Let's add a splash of color to your world and make this season unforgettable!

Why Summer Nails Are a Must-Try

Summer is the season of endless possibilities. It's a time to experiment, be bold, and express your inner sunshine. Fun summer nails are not just a beauty statement; they're a mood booster! Imagine sipping on your favorite chilled drink, your beautifully manicured nails catching the light—absolute bliss, right? Each color and design tells a story of joy, freedom, and creativity.

Moreover, summer nails are the perfect accessory to complement your summer wardrobe. From neon brights to soft pastels, every shade enhances your tan and matches the vibrant landscapes of the season. It's all about making a statement without saying a word. So, let your nails do the talking and let them reflect the lively spirit of summer.

Top 5 Fun Summer Nail Ideas

Before we dive into our colourful journey, here are five fabulous ideas to inspire your next nail adventure. Get ready to make a splash with these fun summer nails!

Neon Dream

Bold, bright, and impossible to ignore, neon nails are the epitome of summer fun. Think electric pinks, vibrant yellows, and sizzling oranges.

Beachy Waves

Channel the serene beauty of the ocean with soft blues, shimmering silvers, and sandy nudes, all topped with a wave-like design.

Tropical Paradise

Bring exotic vibes to your fingertips with designs featuring palm trees, flamingos, and tropical flowers in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Sunset Skies

Mimic the breathtaking hues of a summer sunset with perfectly blended purples, pinks, and oranges.

Glitter Glam

For those nights out or special occasions, add a touch of sparkle with glitter overlays on your favorite summer shades.

Fun Summer Nails: DIY or Salon?

Deciding whether to embark on a DIY journey or visit a salon for fun summer nails can be quite the dilemma. On one hand, doing your nails at home allows for a personal touch. It's a beautiful opportunity to unleash your creativity, experiment with different designs, and enjoy a little "me time." Plus, it can be a fun activity for a girls' night!

Conversely, professional salons offer the expertise and equipment to bring even the most intricate designs to life. It's a form of pampering, a moment to relax while a professional beautician works their magic. Plus, the longevity and quality of salon nails are often unparalleled. Whether you choose the DIY route or opt for a salon visit, the key is to have fun and let your personality shine through your chosen designs.

Let Your Nails Do the Talking This Summer

As we wrap up this guide, remember that fun summer nails are all about expressing yourself and enjoying the season's beauty. It's a time to experiment, to be bold, and to let your inner light shine brightly. Whether you prefer neon brights, ocean-inspired designs, or something uniquely you, the important thing is that your nails reflect your joy and creativity.

And for those moments when you're seeking a touch of professional magic, MOBILESTYLES is here to connect you with the best beauty experts right at your doorstep. Our on-demand beauty services are designed to make your life easier and brighter, one manicure at a time. So, why wait? Let's make this summer unforgettable with fun nails that tell your story. Here's to a season of beauty, joy, and endless possibilities!

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Top 50+ Creative And Unique Salon Business Names In India

Struggling to find the perfect name for your salon business in India? Whether it’s a nail salon, tanning studio, bridal boutique, beauty parlor, hair salon, or barbershop, choosing salon business names might be a challenging one. A salon’s name should not only be memorable but also reflect your brand and services, which captures the attention of potential clients. 

In a diverse and competitive market like India, your salon name should resonate with culture and uniqueness. It should stand out among the local competitors and appeal directly to your targeted audiences. Additionally, make sure some other salon doesn’t already have the same name in your downtown. 

MioSalon prepared a list of 50+ unique, creative and catchy salon names curated for Indians. Before diving into the top picks for a salon name, let’s walk through why choosing the right salon name matters, essential tips for naming your salons and how a well-chosen name can enhance your brand identity and online presence.

Article Overview

How to choose the perfect salon business name?

Brainstorming and ideas

Shortlist salon names

Check for domain and online presence

List of salon business names

Hair salon names

Beauty salon names

Barbershop names

Nail salon names

Tanning salon names

Bridal salon names

Conclusion

Ready to Elevate Your Salon Business?

How to choose the perfect salon business name?

A salon’s name is the first thing that catches people’s attention, whether they are just walking down your street or browsing. Your salon’s name will impact your salon branding in future and customer’s perspectives. The right name will gain the attention of clients, whereas the less impactful name will turn off people before even get a chance to know about the best services.

Here are some guidelines for choosing the best salon name.

Brainstorming and ideas

The first and foremost step in creating a salon name is brainstorming. Think of names and words that would explain your business and target audience. Get a clear idea of their thoughts, like what words, phrases or names would be appealing to them. Try to get inside the minds of your audience. 

Shortlist salon names  

Then write down all the names and focus on services, future goals, long-term plans, locations and more. Again, refine the list by eliminating salon names that would be difficult to pronounce, irrelevant, remember or spell. But keep in mind that the list should only have catchy and unique words that fit your brand.

Check for domain and online presence

After shortlisting few names, check if the domain is available. Also, you have to ensure that any other social media accounts or salons on Facebook or Instagram use the same name. Having a unique online identity helps in establishing a strong online reputation and prevents mix-ups with competitors. Conduct a comprehensive search in the trademark and business name databases of your city, state and country.

Availability of domain name

Check in trademark

Comprehensive online presence check

List of salon business names

Hair salon names

Find the perfect hair salon names in the following. You can choose a name that is unique, classy, vintage or catchy, but it should match your business.

Classic Touch

Royal Roots

Glamour Waves

Elegant Strands

Cut Costs

Hair Artistry

Timeless Cuts

Classic Curls

Urban Locks

Luxe Hair Lounge

Hair Artistry

A La Mode

Sunshine Salon

Salon de Elegance

Butterfly Studio

Salon Paris

Own your Style

Natural Shades

Happy Trimming

Unique style

Beauty salon names

Beauty salon names play an important role in defining the brand’s identity and attracting new clients. A well-chosen name can convey the essence of the service offered, the salon ambiance and stand out in a competitive market in Inida. Here is a list of best names for your beauty salon.

Flawless Face

Glamour Gaze Studio

Radiant Faces

Paradise Point Salon

Organic Oasis Studio

GlamGlow

Beauty Bazaar

Mane Mingle

Elite Elegance

The Vanity Room

Artful Appearances

Creative Contour

Elegant Edges

Pinky Blush

Radiant Revive Hub

Plush Beauty Lounge

Gloss & Glow

Dazzle Dos

Style Station

Style Stitch

Barbershop names

Men usually prefer cool, unique and funny barbershops, so naming a barbershop should not sound stereotypical. Here’s a list of barbershop names that have a masculine nature.

The Men’s Mane

Corner Clips

Stylish Swoop

The Mad Barber

Barber Book

Urban Shave

The Mustached Man

The Men’s Room

Mr. Cut

Tom Trendy

Who’s Next

Snip and Shave

Cool Cuts

Razor Rangers

Brave Shaves

Trim House

Grooming Lounge

Devil Handsome

Mama’s Boy

Groomify

Nail salon names

Here’s a handpicked list of nail salon names to inspire your clients. Whether you seek a professional, distinctive or unique name, these suggestions can help you find the right choice for your business.

Nailed It

Chic Nails

Aurora Nail

Happy Hands

Nail Obsession

Artistic Nails

Posh Polish

Classy Claws

The Gel Bar

Tipsy Toes

Painted Fingers

The Polished Point

Glossy Gestures

Dream Nails

Sparkle Studio

Cosmic Claws

Nail Creations

SimpleTouch

Pinky Promise

Polish & Poise

Tanning salon names

A tanning salon name should convey a sense of warmth, relaxation and radiance. Here is a list of names so that you can choose the correct name for your tanning studio.

Tan Lines

Bronze Beauty

Glow On

Sunless Glow

Radiant Reflections

Sun Kissed Tans

Sun Contour

Tan Palace

TanVan Glow

SunMax

Magic Brush Spray

Kissed Studio

Chocolate Tan

Vertical Glow Studio

Glamor Glow

Beauty Mark

Planet Beach

Smooth Spray Tans

SunSpa

Tanning Temptations

Bridal salon names

Here’s a list of 20 Indian bridal salon name ideas that you can consider for your bridal studio

Infinite Makeovers

Timeless Touch

Radiant Bride

Heavenly Hues

Luxe Bridal

Vibrant Vows

Radiant Romance

Bridal Haven

Happy Tale

Stylish Brides

Glamour Gaze

Bridal Haven

Vivid Vows

The Perfect Bride

The Bride’s Delight

Classic Bride

Wedding Bells

Bridal Dreams

Pretty Face

The Queen

Conclusion

A well-chosen name not only stands out but also communicates the essence of your services, creating a lasting impression. By following the guidelines for brainstorming, shortlisting, and checking domain availability, you can ensure that your salon name is distinctive and resonates with your target audience.

The lists provided here offer a variety of creative and unique salon names across different categories, from hair salons to bridal studios. These names are designed to inspire and help you find the perfect fit for your business. Remember, the right salon name can set the tone for your brand, enhance your marketing efforts, and ultimately contribute to your business’s success.

Ready to Elevate Your Salon Business?

MioSalon is a leading salon management software that transforms your salon operations, enhances client relationships, and helps you manage your business effectively. With our user-friendly dashboard, you can spend less time on administrative tasks and focus on delivering premium client experiences.

Ready to see the difference? Book your free demo today and get 14 days free trail!.

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Top 50+ Creative And Unique Salon Business Names In India

Struggling to find the perfect name for your salon business in India? Whether it’s a nail salon, tanning studio, bridal boutique, beauty parlor, hair salon, or barbershop, choosing salon business names might be a challenging one. A salon’s name should not only be memorable but also reflect your brand and services, which captures the attention of potential clients. 

In a diverse and competitive market like India, your salon name should resonate with culture and uniqueness. It should stand out among the local competitors and appeal directly to your targeted audiences. Additionally, make sure some other salon doesn’t already have the same name in your downtown. 

MioSalon prepared a list of 50+ unique, creative and catchy salon names curated for Indians. Before diving into the top picks for a salon name, let’s walk through why choosing the right salon name matters, essential tips for naming your salons and how a well-chosen name can enhance your brand identity and online presence.

Article Overview

How to choose the perfect salon business name?

Brainstorming and ideas

Shortlist salon names

Check for domain and online presence

List of salon business names

Hair salon names

Beauty salon names

Barbershop names

Nail salon names

Tanning salon names

Bridal salon names

Conclusion

Ready to Elevate Your Salon Business?

How to choose the perfect salon business name?

A salon’s name is the first thing that catches people’s attention, whether they are just walking down your street or browsing. Your salon’s name will impact your salon branding in future and customer’s perspectives. The right name will gain the attention of clients, whereas the less impactful name will turn off people before even get a chance to know about the best services.

Here are some guidelines for choosing the best salon name.

Brainstorming and ideas

The first and foremost step in creating a salon name is brainstorming. Think of names and words that would explain your business and target audience. Get a clear idea of their thoughts, like what words, phrases or names would be appealing to them. Try to get inside the minds of your audience. 

Shortlist salon names  

Then write down all the names and focus on services, future goals, long-term plans, locations and more. Again, refine the list by eliminating salon names that would be difficult to pronounce, irrelevant, remember or spell. But keep in mind that the list should only have catchy and unique words that fit your brand.

Check for domain and online presence

After shortlisting few names, check if the domain is available. Also, you have to ensure that any other social media accounts or salons on Facebook or Instagram use the same name. Having a unique online identity helps in establishing a strong online reputation and prevents mix-ups with competitors. Conduct a comprehensive search in the trademark and business name databases of your city, state and country.

Availability of domain name

Check in trademark

Comprehensive online presence check

List of salon business names

Hair salon names

Find the perfect hair salon names in the following. You can choose a name that is unique, classy, vintage or catchy, but it should match your business.

Classic Touch

Royal Roots

Glamour Waves

Elegant Strands

Cut Costs

Hair Artistry

Timeless Cuts

Classic Curls

Urban Locks

Luxe Hair Lounge

Hair Artistry

A La Mode

Sunshine Salon

Salon de Elegance

Butterfly Studio

Salon Paris

Own your Style

Natural Shades

Happy Trimming

Unique style

Beauty salon names

Beauty salon names play an important role in defining the brand’s identity and attracting new clients. A well-chosen name can convey the essence of the service offered, the salon ambiance and stand out in a competitive market in Inida. Here is a list of best names for your beauty salon.

Flawless Face

Glamour Gaze Studio

Radiant Faces

Paradise Point Salon

Organic Oasis Studio

GlamGlow

Beauty Bazaar

Mane Mingle

Elite Elegance

The Vanity Room

Artful Appearances

Creative Contour

Elegant Edges

Pinky Blush

Radiant Revive Hub

Plush Beauty Lounge

Gloss & Glow

Dazzle Dos

Style Station

Style Stitch

Barbershop names

Men usually prefer cool, unique and funny barbershops, so naming a barbershop should not sound stereotypical. Here’s a list of barbershop names that have a masculine nature.

The Men’s Mane

Corner Clips

Stylish Swoop

The Mad Barber

Barber Book

Urban Shave

The Mustached Man

The Men’s Room

Mr. Cut

Tom Trendy

Who’s Next

Snip and Shave

Cool Cuts

Razor Rangers

Brave Shaves

Trim House

Grooming Lounge

Devil Handsome

Mama’s Boy

Groomify

Nail salon names

Here’s a handpicked list of nail salon names to inspire your clients. Whether you seek a professional, distinctive or unique name, these suggestions can help you find the right choice for your business.

Nailed It

Chic Nails

Aurora Nail

Happy Hands

Nail Obsession

Artistic Nails

Posh Polish

Classy Claws

The Gel Bar

Tipsy Toes

Painted Fingers

The Polished Point

Glossy Gestures

Dream Nails

Sparkle Studio

Cosmic Claws

Nail Creations

SimpleTouch

Pinky Promise

Polish & Poise

Tanning salon names

A tanning salon name should convey a sense of warmth, relaxation and radiance. Here is a list of names so that you can choose the correct name for your tanning studio.

Tan Lines

Bronze Beauty

Glow On

Sunless Glow

Radiant Reflections

Sun Kissed Tans

Sun Contour

Tan Palace

TanVan Glow

SunMax

Magic Brush Spray

Kissed Studio

Chocolate Tan

Vertical Glow Studio

Glamor Glow

Beauty Mark

Planet Beach

Smooth Spray Tans

SunSpa

Tanning Temptations

Bridal salon names

Here’s a list of 20 Indian bridal salon name ideas that you can consider for your bridal studio

Infinite Makeovers

Timeless Touch

Radiant Bride

Heavenly Hues

Luxe Bridal

Vibrant Vows

Radiant Romance

Bridal Haven

Happy Tale

Stylish Brides

Glamour Gaze

Bridal Haven

Vivid Vows

The Perfect Bride

The Bride’s Delight

Classic Bride

Wedding Bells

Bridal Dreams

Pretty Face

The Queen

Conclusion

A well-chosen name not only stands out but also communicates the essence of your services, creating a lasting impression. By following the guidelines for brainstorming, shortlisting, and checking domain availability, you can ensure that your salon name is distinctive and resonates with your target audience.

The lists provided here offer a variety of creative and unique salon names across different categories, from hair salons to bridal studios. These names are designed to inspire and help you find the perfect fit for your business. Remember, the right salon name can set the tone for your brand, enhance your marketing efforts, and ultimately contribute to your business’s success.

Ready to Elevate Your Salon Business?

MioSalon is a leading salon management software that transforms your salon operations, enhances client relationships, and helps you manage your business effectively. With our user-friendly dashboard, you can spend less time on administrative tasks and focus on delivering premium client experiences.

Ready to see the difference? Book your free demo today and get 14 days free trail!.

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Discovering the Salon Experience in Bandra West

Nestled in the heart of Mumbai, Bandra West is known for its vibrant culture, trendy boutiques, and bustling cafes. However, it’s also home to some of the city’s finest salons. If you’re on the hunt for top-notch beauty services, Bandra West is the place to be. Let’s explore what makes the salon scene here so exceptional.

Expert Craftsmanship At the core of any great salon are its professionals. Bandra West is home to some of the most skilled hairstylists, colorists, and beauty therapists. These experts are well-versed in the latest techniques and trends, ensuring that each client receives a personalized and up-to-date service. Whether you need a chic haircut, a vibrant hair color, or a therapeutic massage, you can trust these professionals to deliver exceptional results.

Cutting-Edge Treatments Innovation is a hallmark of the salons in Bandra West. They offer a variety of advanced treatments designed to enhance your beauty and well-being. From keratin treatments and balayage to microdermabrasion and chemical peels, these salons incorporate the latest technology and methodologies to ensure you receive the best care possible.

High-Quality Products Salons in Bandra West pride themselves on using only the finest products. They collaborate with leading beauty brands to provide clients with premium haircare, skincare, and cosmetic products. These high-quality products not only deliver better results but also ensure the health and vitality of your hair and skin.

Inviting Ambiance The ambiance of a salon significantly enhances the overall experience. Salons in Bandra West are known for their stylish and serene interiors. With soothing music, elegant decor, and a calming atmosphere, these salons provide a perfect escape from the hustle and bustle of city life. It’s a place where you can truly relax and enjoy your beauty treatments.

Comprehensive Services The salons in Bandra West offer a wide array of services to cater to all your beauty needs. These include:

Hair Services: From haircuts and styling to coloring and treatments, there's something for every hair type and preference.

Skincare: Facials, anti-aging treatments, and specialized skincare solutions to keep your skin glowing.

Nail Care: Manicures, pedicures, and nail art that keep your hands and feet looking their best.

Spa Services: Massages, body wraps, and scrubs designed to rejuvenate your body and mind.

Makeup Artistry: Professional makeup services for any occasion, ensuring you look your best.

Hygienic Practices In today’s world, hygiene and safety are more important than ever. Salons in Bandra West adhere to strict hygiene protocols. From sterilizing tools to maintaining a clean environment, they ensure that every visit is safe and worry-free. This commitment to cleanliness provides peace of mind and enhances your overall salon experience.

Personalized Customer Service Customer satisfaction is a top priority for the salons in Bandra West. The friendly and attentive staff go above and beyond to ensure that every client feels valued and pampered. They take the time to understand your needs and preferences, offering personalized recommendations to help you achieve your beauty goals.

Prime Location Bandra West’s prime location makes it easily accessible for both locals and visitors. The neighborhood’s vibrant atmosphere and array of amenities add to the overall appeal of visiting a salon here. It’s a place where you can enjoy a day of beauty treatments followed by a leisurely stroll through the charming streets of Bandra.

Conclusion Bandra West is a beauty lover’s paradise, offering some of the finest salon experiences in Mumbai. With skilled professionals, innovative treatments, high-quality products, and a relaxing ambiance, the salons here provide an unparalleled level of service. Whether you’re looking for a quick beauty fix or a day of indulgence, Bandra West’s salons are sure to exceed your expectations.

Treat yourself to the luxury of a top-tier salon experience in Bandra West. Discover the difference that professional care and a serene environment can make. Visit a salon in this vibrant neighborhood and walk out feeling refreshed, beautiful, and confident.