#best professional flat iron
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
H2Pro Beauty Life: Unveiling the Best Professional Hair Straightener for Salon-Perfect Styles
Welcome to the world of H2Pro Beauty Life, where innovation meets style. We understand that achieving salon-perfect hairstyles is not just a desire but a lifestyle. Our commitment to excellence has led us to unveil the best professional hair straightener, designed to elevate your styling experience and leave you with flawlessly sleek and stunning hair.
The Power of Precision:
At the heart of H2Pro Beauty Life's professional hair straightener is the power of precision. Our cutting-edge technology ensures quick heating, allowing you to save time without compromising on style. With adjustable temperature settings, you have the flexibility to customize the heat level based on your hair type, ensuring optimal results every time.
Tourmaline and Ceramic Fusion:
Say goodbye to frizz and hello to silky smooth hair. The H2Pro Beauty Life straightener features a fusion of tourmaline and ceramic plates. This dynamic combination not only reduces static and frizz but also promotes even heat distribution, preventing hot spots and hair damage. Your hair deserves the best, and our straightener delivers just that.
Sleek Design, Ergonomic Comfort:
Style with ease, thanks to the sleek and ergonomic design of the H2Pro Beauty Life professional hair straightener. The lightweight construction ensures comfortable handling, while the slim profile allows for versatile styling. Whether you're creating sleek straight locks or playful curls, our straightener is designed to be your styling companion.
Smart Features for Smart Styling:
Experience smart styling with H2Pro Beauty Life. Our straightener is equipped with advanced features such as a digital temperature display, auto shut-off, and a 360-degree swivel cord for tangle-free styling. These intelligent features not only enhance the usability of the straightener but also prioritize the safety of your hair.
Professional Results, Every Time:
H2Pro Beauty Life is not just a brand; it's a commitment to professional results. Elevate your styling game and achieve salon-quality looks from the comfort of your home. Whether you're a professional stylist or someone who loves experimenting with their hair, our professional hair straightener is your ticket to impeccable styles that last.
Indulge in the H2Pro Beauty Life experience and unveil the best professional hair straightener for salon-perfect styles. Elevate your hair styling routine, embrace the power of precision, and let your hair speak volumes about your style. Because with H2Pro Beauty Life, every day is a good hair day.
#best professional flat iron#best flat irons#flat iron professional#steam hair straightener#best hair products#best professional hair straightener#professional straightener
0 notes
Text
What are the 10 effective tips for treating and maintaining hair problems?
#hair#hair care#beauty#salon#woman#women#effective tips#hair problems#maintaining#treating#professionals#treatments#flat iron#truly breathtaking#electricity#every day#very best#shampoo
0 notes
Text
Rapunzleâs Bundles
Website: www.rapunzlesbundles.com
Rapunzleâs Bundles specializes in premium virgin hair products, offering a diverse range of hair extensions, including straight, curly, and body wave styles. Established in 2018, the brand is renowned for its luxurious hair care solutions, including professional-grade flat irons and lashes. Emphasizing hair care and maintenance, Rapunzleâs Bundles provides expert advice on bundle care, ensuring longevity and style. Their product line caters to a variety of hair care needs, making them a go-to source for anyone seeking to elevate their hair game.
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rapunzlesbundless/
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/rapunzlesbundles/
Keywords:
body wave hair
hair styling accessories
curly hair bundles
professional flat irons
luxury hair care
virgin hair extensions
hair styling advice
hair care professionals
professional hair styling tools
top professional flat irons
hair maintenance tips
accessories for hair styling
luxury hair bundles
premium hair products
premium hair care products
quality hair products
high quality hair products
hair fashion accessories
professional hair care advice
best virgin hair extensions
hair care innovation
high quality hair care products
durable hair extensions
versatile hair extensions
body wave hair products
expert advice on hair care
bundle longevity
hair styling solutions
hair beauty essentials
style enhancing haircare
hair care expertise
comprehensive hair solutions
hair beauty trends
quality hair maintenance
hair product diversity
hair style variety
hair beauty expertise
curly hair bundles online
luxurious hair care products
tips for hair maintenance
long lasting bundle tips
advanced hair styling solutions
essential hair beauty items
extensions with durability
enhancing styles with care
tools for professional styling
luxury bundles for hair
expertise in hair care
versatile extensions for hair
premium products for hair
accessories for hair fashion
styling advice for hair
professionals in hair care
trends in hair beauty
quality maintenance for hair
diverse products for hair
variety in hair styles
innovations in hair care
expertise in hair beauty
virgin hair extensions selection
bundles for curly hair online
body wave hair care products
flat irons for professional use
premium luxury hair care
tips for effective hair maintenance
longevity of hair bundles
advanced solutions for hair styling
essential beauty for your hair
durable extensions for hair
carefully styled haircare
tools for professional hair styling
luxurious hair bundles online
expertise in caring for hair
versatility in hair extensions
fashionable accessories for hair
styling advice for beautiful hair
professional care for your hair
complete solutions for hair
trendy beauty in hair
accessories for stylish hair
quality care for hair maintenance
diverse range of hair products
variety in stylish hair
expertise in beauty for your hair
virgin hair extensions variety
curly hair bundles collection
body wave hair essentials
#body wave hair#hair styling accessories#curly hair bundles#professional flat irons#luxury hair care#virgin hair extensions#hair styling advice#hair care professionals#professional hair styling tools#top professional flat irons#hair maintenance tips#accessories for hair styling#luxury hair bundles#premium hair products#premium hair care products#quality hair products#high quality hair products#hair fashion accessories#professional hair care advice#best virgin hair extensions#hair care innovation#high quality hair care products#durable hair extensions#versatile hair extensions#body wave hair products#expert advice on hair care#bundle longevity#hair styling solutions#hair beauty essentials#style enhancing haircare
1 note
·
View note
Text
The Ultimate Hair Care Tool: Dyson Corrale Hair Straightener HS03
The Dyson Corrale Hair Straightener HS03 has revolutionized hair styling and care with its groundbreaking technology. This revolutionary straightener is the first of its kind to feature unique flexing copper plates that shape around each hair strand to gather and style it, resulting in a perfect look every time.
The Enhanced Styling function of the Corrale helps to reduce the amount of damage to the hair while providing a salon-quality finish. This unique feature makes it possible to achieve a variety of styles, from smooth and sleek to beach waves, soft waves, and even true curls. The Corrale also comes with an OLED screen that makes it easy to adjust the temperature settings for different hair types.
The cord-free design of the Corrale Hair Straightener makes it easy to take with you on the go and its Hybrid Charge mode ensures that it has a long-lasting run time. In addition, the Corrale also features an Auto Shut-off and Safety lock to prevent any accidents.
The Dyson Corrale Hair Straightener is the perfect choice for anyone looking for a way to style their hair without damaging it. So why wait? Head out to Poorvika online to purchase it at the best deal.
#dyson hair straightener#dyson corrale#dyson straightener#straightener#flat iron#best straightener#hair iron#professional hair straightener#straightener and curler#hair pressing machine#dyson corrale hair straightener#hair straightener
0 notes
Text
Author looking for readers
I'm not sure of the best way of getting people interested in the work of an unknown writer...
Plopped down in the middle of a tropical, Latin American setting, Lullaby for Bishop is set to be a hard-boiled detective series with four main characters: a veteran private investigator in the twilight of his career; a muscle-bound professional wrestler fulfilling one of his pivotal, childhood ambitions of solving strange and wild mysterious; as well as a pair of rumbunctious, teenage, high school girls constantly causing a scene and tagging along for the thrills.
You can preview the first half of chapter one further down below and catch up on the remainder, along with the totality of chapters two and three, all completely for free if you visit my Patreon. It's going to be a little while before this first book in the series is actually finished and officially published, but I feel the smarter move would be to try and elevate as much of a buzz for the featured world and characters before then as possible. I also plan to put out additional pre-release chapters in the near future (likely three at a time). If I have somehow managed not to bore you and you're still eagerly reading, then I do hope you enjoy the launching meta in this tender work in progress and stick around for future updates. Thank you for your interest!
---
Chapter One
Nervously, Donny Boy had begun rubbing his fingers on the back of his neck, seated patiently a narrow foot away from the front of the desk while waiting for our bastard detective to stumble back into his office, suddenly realizing that the price tag had not yet been plucked away or removed from the fanciful hat he was wearing and was still dangling off the rounded edge of the brim.
Looking around the room for a trash bin he could use, Donny Boy's eyes gradually panned across the office, taking note of a few of the usual mosquitoes left splattered on the frosted, scarlet-lettered glass on the door. Dizzying groves of zigzagged patterns tying in the décor on the wallpaper, he spotted an old, unused desk tucked-away in the far, opposite corner of the room, heavy with dust and weighed down by sprawling stacks of postcards and unrecycled newspapers.
His wandering eyes glancing up the rearing rays of shattered sunlight filling in through the narrow, broken blinds on the window, Donny Boy had noticed the row of fancy kettlebells neatly arranged across a flat and sturdy, iron bench scooted against the wall, a dirty, rolled-up yoga mat, along with this stationary, exercise bike for the purposes of one's daily, cardio workout.
Looking up at the rougher dust build up over the years along the edges of the blades on the ceiling fan, Donny Boy was suddenly lured back from his current distractions after Detective Howl Bishop slid back into his office, tossing a used washrag onto his desk after wiping his face and smelling of minty, nicotine gum and aftershave.
âSo, what do I call you, kid?â Howl had asked while taking a seat in his chair behind his desk.
âDon should be perfect. Growing up, my next-door neighbor used to call me Donny Boy.â
âDonny Boy, huh?â Howl fought against his urges to fidget with a stack of papers in his drawer. âSounds good to me, kid. So⊠are you some sort of circus performer or something?â
âI'm not sure I know what you meanâŠâ
âYour arms⊠They're freaking huge!â
âOh⊠Yeah⊠I do struggle at times finding clothes that can fit me properly. Also, I wasn't really sure whether or not I should've worn a suit jacket.â
âYesâŠâ Howl would peek over the top of his desk and study Donny Boy up and down, a salient tone of fascination in his voice. âYou really are quite the physical specimen, aren't you?â
âI suppose I do enjoy a good workout,â Donny Boy replied, a little bit bashful.
âYou do have a basic understanding of the type of job you're here applying for today, don't you?â Howl asked.
âI believe so⊠The ads in the newspaper said Experienced private investigator in search of young and capable partnerâŠâ
âThat's right. And being a private eye, it's important to have a plethora of tools at your modest disposal. One of those tools being the ability to effortlessly mesh into your surroundings. It's important not to stand out too much when in a public crowd or when casually photographing somebody's license plate from across the road. At the moment, I'm having some doubts on that possibly being a strong suit of yours given your current⊠how should I say⊠physique.â
âOh⊠Well, to be completely honest with you, Mr. Bishop, I haven't even paused to consider that as a possibility.â
âYeah, well, thinking a few steps ahead is also an invaluable tool to have.â
With more than a quarter of a century of busy detective work under his belt, his hair having grown white as Winter's ashes and the once buoyant Spring in his footsteps having lost some of its feather throughout the years, Howl Bishop was originally from the lands of sunny, Southern California, born on a weekday in a rushed and overcrowded hospital in the blighted city of Los Angeles.
Brought up in a bohemian household, Howl's anxious mother was a failed, Hollywood actress turned ânew-ageâ healer and father was a meddling screenwriter that had spent more of his time obsessing over the quality of the ink in his typewriter than ever inundating his children with any orderly grants of wisdom.
Standing at six-foot even in height, a strong, conquering jaw and with an even tan across his arms and facial features, Howl was one of the many foreign expats sailing over from the States in purge of more permanent roots in Pan de Leones. Old, brown, leather belt holding up his wide, beige-colored slacks, Howl always wore floral, Hawaiian shirts when in settled eye of the public, mixtures of white and pink and with a couple of loose buttons up toward the collar.
With his sharp, Anglo features and light attire, it was entirely common to mistake Howl Bishop for a possible tourist visiting Latin America for the first time, sightseeing across the country and falling for obvious scams at the nearby market. That is, of course, until one caught an initial glimpse of Howl's encyclopedic knowledge of the city's urban layout and sprawling geography, along with his ease of verbal fluency when communicating in Spanish, often conversating with local barkeeps and store merchants on objects ranging from the wise and esoteric to the lurched, mind-numbing, and trivial.
âI would like to procure a general gauge on how comfortable you might be interacting with the more unsavory avenues of human society,â Howl would lean back into his seat and ask, clamping his hands together and placing his palms over his stomach.
âCould you be more specific?â
âIn such line of work, one all too often will find themselves having to calmly intermingle with unrested eyes of broken glass and scoundrels. Do you possess any real-world experience dealing with scum and the morally compromised?â
âUhmâŠâ Donny Boy appeared curtailed by Howl's question, unsure of how to respond. âI once dated a girl that refused to pay off her parking tickets,â he said.
Without managing to reply, Howl simply stared in confusion from his seat across the desk, reevaluating his initial impressions on the kid. Then, squinting his eyelids a little, he felt inclined to change the current subject and asked, âI don't mean to suddenly swerve off topic, but⊠have we met before?â
âWhat?â
âWell, I'm looking at your face, right now, and⊠I can't help but get the feeling that this isn't the first time that we've been in the same room. Do we know each other?â
âI do not believe we have ever met, Mr. Bishop,â Donny Boy was quick to point out in response, laughing out loud a little to himself while nervously shuffling around in his seat. âI've always done alright remembering faces and my mother had always told me it was rude to forget someone's name.â
âHmm⊠I guess in my advanced age, my average perception of things has grown a bit muddy. I suppose I simply must be confusing you for somebody else.â
Wide, rugged shoulders, preposterous arms, and with a large, outward, and muscular chest, Donny Boy was young and handsome and had shaded, bronze-colored skin. His lightly brushed hair was a wild, sunflower-blonde of which he maintained in perfect tinge and kept the darker shadows of his roots regularly dyed. Along with the fancy, finely tailored fedora resting on his head, the crumpled price tag of which he had just recently stuffed into his pocket, Donny Boy wore a normal pair of rectangular, blue-framed eyeglasses, granting him a bit of a barbarous librarian kind of a look.
Dark eyebrows and with the small patch of facial hair on his chin routinely trimmed, Donny Boy had entered the office wearing a short-sleeved, white, button-up shirt, the generous, overfed muscles of his upper body appearing to want to tear through the clothing and with a clean pair of ruby-red suspenders attached to the waistline of his denim-blue slacks, tugged and strapped-up over his mountainous shoulders. He also had on a dorky, red bowtie for the occasion.
âHow old are you, Donny Boy?â
âI'm twenty-eight years old, Mr. Bishop.â
âAnd what's your sleep schedule like?â
âExcuse me?â
âYour sleep schedule. Have you developed the habit of going to bed around the same time, every night?â
âI believe so. I've never been one to indulge in any late-night festivities. Why do you ask?â
âWell, when living the demented life of a private eye, it's not uncommon to have to commit to some later hours on the unplanned occasion: car stakeouts after midnight; navigating the craze of urban nightlife on foot; purchasing some nefarious lawyer a hundred shots of overpriced vodka at the stripclub just for a few layers of common information. Do you drink coffee?â
âI've never been much of a coffee drinker, no.â
âWell, you definitely should be. Sugar highs and caffeine are going to be your most reliable friends on those late nights when you most need them. Either that or⊠well⊠you knowâŠâ Bringing his hand up to his face, Howl used his finger to tap the side of his nose.
âOh, no way, Mr. Bishop,â Donny Boy immediately replied. âI wouldn't even think of touching that stuff. I've always had a firm stance against any illegal drug use.â
âThat's good,â Howl said. âI've noted my fair share of innocent souls throughout my time wasting away from drug addiction. A found sense of longed-for excitement is what initially lures them in. And then, after enough restless days turn to night, enough sleepless nights turn to chaos, suddenly they look up and⊠the neon lights on the street don't seem as vibrant as they once used toâŠâ
Donny Boy would look at Howl with a sort of strange sense of wonderment, our detective's eyes having slowly migrated across the room toward the window, perceiving what, to him, had appeared to be an expression of profound fatigue captured on his face.
The sound of the vehicle screeching to a halt could suddenly be heard outside on the street, trashcans tumbling over and followed by the angry voice of a young woman shouting profanities.
âOh noâŠâ Donny Boy muttered underneath his breath, his eyes suddenly wandering over toward the window.
âWhat about your relationships?â Howl asked. âDo you have a wife or girlfriend? One of the more unfortunate aspects of being a private investigator is the difficulty you might experience maintaining a healthy inner circle. This is often a critical detail that turns the most people away.â
Donny Boy was completely distracted and had failed to pick up a single word, a growing look of nervousness on his face.
âDonny Boy, are you listening?â
The frantic sound of sudden footsteps quickly marching up a flight of stairs could be heard just outside the door to the office, followed by the reactions from Howl's trusted secretary demanding an unknown grouping's identification and honest proof of appointment.
âMove aside, lady! You don't want to have to get injured!â a young woman's voice hollered in response.
âHow have they managed to find me?â Donny Boy wondered out loud to himself.
âWe have you outnumbered and we're very upset!â
âWhat the hell is going on out there?â Howl began to react.
Suddenly, managing not to completely fly off its hinges, the door to the office was viciously kicked open, creating a sudden gust of wind that would travel across the room, knocking over a slanted stack of printed papers off the corner edge of the desk.
Standing in the open doorway, visible tension throughout her arms as her hands were forged into concrete fists, a young, teenage girl had a rancid look of anger on her face. A dark, navy-blue blazer over a knitted, bright, yellow skirt, the young woman was dressed in a traditional, school-girl's uniform and had her hair cut down short, visible scrapes and bruises on her knees giving out impressions that the girl was perhaps a bit of a rowdy tomboy.
âNayaiko! I found him! He's in here!â the young girl shouted back over her shoulder.
She would then come into the office, and shortly afterward, her thin silhouette appearing in the doorway, an additional and secondary, young woman showed her face and seemed equally upset at the current moment. Dressed in an identical uniform as the first, this second girl had her hair much greater in length and stood with long and beautifully braided pigtails poking out the sides of her head.
The second girl entered the office and shut the door.
Standing over Donny Boy who seemed to be trembling in his seat a little, the first girl snarled out of her nostrils and said, âThis is the second time this week you tried to ditch usâŠâ
âThis honestly isn't the best time, girls,â Donny Boy said, his voice a bit shaky.
âYou know, we were standing outside the changing booth for thirty-five minutes before we realized you weren't there,â the second girl would report. âYou told us you were trying on some hats!â
âI did! Look!â Donny Boy then lifted the hat up off his head to showcase. âI ended up purchasing this really awesome fedora for myself. It's really cool, isn't it?â
Neither girl seemed to want to take the time to respond. They simply crossed their arms in defiance and stood with a pair of inconsolable scowls on their faces.
Continue...
#reader#reading#book#books#currently reading#books and reading#booklr#bookblr#bibliophile#bookworm#book blog#book review#bookish#fiction#bookstagram#booktok#fanfic#fandom#headcanon#canon
250 notes
·
View notes
Note
maid x master are overrated booo tomato tomato /hj
i want more maid x maid wlw cuz i think they're cute :3
well since we talking about maid here can i request alexandrina x shy fem junior/trainee maid, for short rina teach y/n proper etiquette as they spend time together they start flirting or something like that (y/n working for months so they know each other a bit)
sorry man I can't write good prompt :(
anyways get enough sleep, sleep good you deserve it
"The One in Which You and a Ghost Lady Fall in Loveâ Alexandrina Sebastiane x gnReader
a/n: decided to do gender neutral rather than female, hope you donât mind! but feel free to change the pronouns and such in your head!
a/nÂČ: ironically pretty bad at writing a relationship that doesn't end in tragedy
As the newest addition of Victoria Housekeeping, you had to undergo various types of training- as expected. Ranging from household cleaning to taking down Ethereals in a fast and professional manner. Honestly you sorta expected it- even having been warned as you applied for the position about the additional forms of work Victoria Housekeeping did.
Though to be honest, it was pretty fun, being given training and permission to let go and duke it out with enemies whenever the need arose. The problem was the whole âinteracting with clientsâ, it was really hard not to tremble or cringe while talking, feeling as though you were embarrassing Mister Lycaon and the rest of Victoria Housekeeping just by existing.
So, you had been given more training in customer relations, with your main teacher being Miss Sebastiane- though she preferred you call her Miss Rina. She was your senior, a woman with a serene gracefulness, kind and gentle- yet not afraid to put pressure on clients who got too handsy or Ethereals that entered the property they were hired to keep. She was so kind, strong, gentle, firm, a smile that made you at ease and inspired you to keep pushing away from the mental barrier of interacting with clients. Beautiful, with soft hair framing her mature face, eyes of ruby that kept you mesmerizedâŠ
Then those eyes blinked.
Today Miss Rina had been teaching you how to dance, a semi-often requested service. For when a client didnât have a partner- either through choice or circumstance, they would call on Victoria Housekeeping to be their partner. It happened more often than one would think.
Yet as she lead you through the steps, you had become transfixed on the older lady, still mirroring her but losing yourself in her. Something she noticed as you lost your usual unsureness, steps becoming more loose rather than the high-strung nervousness you usually exhibited.
Truthfully she was very flattered, where people usually looked at her, it was with either lust or a passing by before turning to the other workers like Lycaon or Ellen. You looked at her with love, heart stolen by her. She had her eye on you for a bit, the cuteness of your bashfulness, how you aimed to do your best- much like Corin, yet fell flat at the more mental problems. You were cute yes, but also strong in your own way, a trait you shared with Corin as well. Always aiming to protect, eyes filled with warmth even when in stressful situations.
As the two of you finished your dance, she dipped you low, holding you steady, gaze looking deep back at you.
Words escaped you, âWould you grant me the honor of going to dinner with you?â You immediately slammed your palms to your mouth- leading you to fall and hit your bum on the ground. Internally you were panicking, doing everything you could to not look at Miss Rina, hoping you didnât ruin the relationship between the two of you, having overstepped the bounds of the work-place.
Out of your view, she relaxed, sinking down and cupping your chin. Softly directing you to look at her, you followed, puddy in her hands. âNothing would make me happier.â With her free hand she held you by the arm, pulling you up alongside her as she moved with the serenity of a flowing river. âTonight at 8?â You nodded, not trusting your words to be able to convey what you wanted. There weren't any words possible to let her know what you felt.
The two of you danced once more, steps in sync.
#alexandrina sebastiane#alexandrina sebastiane x reader#miss rina#miss rina x reader#zenless zone zero#zenless zone zero x reader#zzz x reader#zzz#rina x reader
98 notes
·
View notes
Text
Q&A stuff here
(If you have any other questions, let me know.)
How dirty of a doll or pony can I send?
Inside and out, these are both fine to come to the salon.
I may decline a pony or doll if they're dirtied with bodily fluids of any kind. I will be more than happy to talk you through the cleaning process so you can take care of that yourself.
However, if you are distraught and can't handle it, we can talk. I absolutely need a warning.
What happens if you damage a pony/doll someone sent?
I fix it.
For example, I got some 40Vol on a customer's Confetti's yellow hair and it bleached out the yellow color. I told the customer what had happened and did a partial rehair with vintage hair of the same color from my MLP G1 tail stash. That way the owner is informed and the pony is still full vintage.
Another example is that I was resetting the pose on a Flutterbye, and her feet turned white where they'd sat in a little boiling hot water (I didn't take a picture). I blasted them with a heat gun for a while and they're good as new.
And another was a Birthday Pony who's ribbons had been tied in knots and were weak. I snapped one when I went to recurl it, informed the owner, and they were amenable to replacement of all of the ribbons.
Repair is often risky. If I do damage that I can't fix, I will pay the going price for one of the same quality on eBay or order it for you and give it the salon process for free.
What hair do you use?
I use high-grade, silky smooth nylon mostly ordered from Shimmer Locks for full rehairs.
For partial rehairs like replacing a few plugs here and there or a forelock that was cut, I use vintage hair as long as I have it available in my stash of tails or can harvest enough from the pony's own tail without making the tail too thin. I do offer full tail replacements if I happen to have a replacement tail.
Can I request a hair style?
Absolutely! I can't guarantee that I'll be able to do the style you're wanting, but I'll certainly try. I can attempt a few different kinds of curls and have both a standard size and mini crimper.
You can also let me know if you want every pony's mane to be on the same side of their head. I'm not very consistent with that otherwise.
Why do you charge so much more for deflocking?
I hate doing it.
What paints do you use?
Right now I'm using Army Painter acrylic paints. I was using Liquitex before and found it difficult to get just the right consistency, whereas Army Painter has been easier for me to manipulate.
Why is your hair styling/photography/etc. so inconsistent?
I am not a professional anything and have a poor memory.
My photography is also inconsistent because I use my phone and every time I take my phone on or off of the cheap ringlight-phone-tripod the tripod moves.
The way I style a certain pony's hair will change between ponies because I don't remember how I styled it before and if I've had to flat iron it, I may not remember that it had been curly.
One of the great things about this being a hobby as opposed to a business is that I don't have to spend a lot of time on the parts that aren't fun (for me photography isn't fun), and don't have to be consistent. I just have to enjoy what I'm doing. If I can help out other people and get a little money so that I can keep doing what I do enjoy, that's a bonus.
Do you always ---
deflock So Soft Ponies?
No. I only do that when asked because I hate doing it. I will also deflock a pony I bought to clean and sell if the flocking is bad enough, but if the flocking is decent I don't ruin it.
straighten doll/pony hair?
No. I will do my best to preserve factory curl if it's present and the hair is in good enough condition it doesn't need flat ironed, but can't guarantee I will succeed...
How aggressively I treat hair depends entirely on the hair itself.
251 notes
·
View notes
Note
Hi! How was your day? Good,i hope?
Anyways,I found your account recently and I really liked your partner squad AU! It's so wholesome and funny đ And I love Polyamorous relationships (i guess that's what it is?)
Here's a little headcanon (?) request for them,because I read the 'loosing colors' HC and I think that was just my favorite thing out of the partner squad thingies-
Honestly,I just want some hurt/comfort. I like crying (/j)
I give total freedom to you about what angst it is,but if you want,or are out of ideas,here are some:
-Reader comes back home after being harassed (not s3xually,maybe just about the way they act? Maybe they just stick out a lot and some people don't like it??? Some people are bullies man..)
-Overworked reader (Maybe breaking down??)
-Socially anxious reader?
-the reader fainting suddenly??
Something like that! Anyways,I hope this isn't too vague of a description,and that you have a fantastic day!!
-Nina/Weewoo
HII HELLO!!! THANKS FOR THE REQUEST AND I HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A NICE DAY TOO!!! AND I'M GONNA DO ALL OF THEM IDEAS YOU SENT CUZ I'M A SUCKERRRR FOR âšA N G S Tâš
okey dokey folks! we've gots some âšA N G S Tâš to go through so it's-a time to get-a cooking!
Here's the Loosing Colors post btw and I'm gonna use that one just for this first scenario (omg. a sequel, yes!)
đâ„ïžđ€Partner Squad Reacting to Gray!Reader getting harassedđâ„ïžđ€
đ As a whole đ
đ Oh, they pissed. As soon as they find out that you've been having trouble with some inconsiderate trolls being nasty to you for having lost your colors, you can bet they're practically up in arms and very eager to have a talk with those bullies.
đ (You're mortified and somehow manage to convince them to Not Do Anything To Harsh for your sake, though.)
đ Lots of reassurance!
đ Your partners won't allow you to sulk or dwell too much in the whole ordeal and they'll make a combined effort to always lift your spirits up whenever you start to believe the rude and flat out unnecessary things the bullies said to you.
â„ïž Barb â„ïž
â„ïž She's easily the most outraged out of the lot. She hates bullies (kinda ironic, yeah, but you get the idea.).
â„ïž Particularly, she hates bullies that joke and tease about such sensitive topics as losing your colors. Because, c'mon, that's just straight up professional huge a-hole behavior.
â„ïž Whenever she wants to help you feel more comfortable with your situation, she'll take your hands in hers and raise them to your eye level, as if wanting you to take a good look of your laced fingers.
â„ïž âYâsee? I'm sorta gray too, if you think about it. But I think you rock those grays way better than me, babe.â (She's intentionally corny to get a smile out of you and it works every time.)
â„ïž She tries to get back at the bullies, but she's always too obvious and you never let her have the payback she's so adamant you deserve.
đ©” Branch đ©”
đ©” He can relate.
đ©” Oh, he can relate a lot. He grew up gray and, man, can trolls be cruel even if they seem to be all sunshine and rainbows. Not to say âheâs had it worseâ when he was younger, no, he's not the type to downplay a situation like this, ever, but he's definitely the best candidate to help you go through this ordeal because of his past.
đ©” Lot's of open-heart talks, venting, hugs and, yes, lots of tears from both sides as well (just don't go around telling everyone, please).
đ©” He's still devastated that something as awful as losing one's colors could ever happen to you but he can't mope about it forever (never in front of you, at least); he remains strong for your sake.
đ©” He also tries to âavengeâ you in whatever way he can, almost begging you to let him at least do something to deal with the ones that bothered you, anything, but you never give in and eventually he gives up (very reluctantly).
𧥠Hickory đ§Ą
𧥠Now, Hickory over here, he's actually the only one that manages to evade your suspicions and he flat out threatens the trolls that harassed you to buck off (in an eerily peaceful and very cowboy-ish manner, might I add).
𧥠After that, you don't ever get bothered again and Hickory lets you believe that those trolls simply had a change of heart.
𧥠His way of helping you go through this hardship is not by ignoring the issue, but he just rather not mention the obvious unless it's absolutely necessary.
𧥠It's not like he's in love with you for your colors or whatever, but he does care deeply for your mood and feelings. He just wants you to be happy, y'know?
𧥠When the time comes that your colors gradually start to show up again, he just smiles and he'll go out of his way to always remind you of how beautiful those shades and tones look on you even if they're still a bit dim.
đ©· Poppy đ©·
đ©· She's frustrated, very, very much so. Why and how can other trolls be so mean and nasty???? Like Why?
đ©· After finding out about the way you were harassed, she gets clingy. She gets clingy because now she doesn't want to leave you all on your own, exposed to more mistreatment.
đ©· Just like Branch, she's familiar with the subject of color loss and she doesn't take it lightly for a second.
đ©· You could even say it's a bit of some sort of guilt she feels about the way Branch used to be treated in the past that she's now worried 24/7 about you.
đ©· She refuses to allow anyone even think about ostracizing you; she'll go feral if she ever catches someone even batting an eye at your lack of vibrant colors, let alone comment anything on the matter in a negative way.
đ Tresillo đ
đ He's still not entirely used to seeing you without those lovely colors of yours and he's not shy to admit out loud that he misses them.
đ But he doesn't do that to make you feel bad, or inadequate or guilty on any level; he's just honest like that, and he hopes for the day that your beautiful colors return.
đ Then, and only then, he'll know you're really and truly okay. And if you're happy, he's happy.
đ Like Poppy, he gets overprotective and almost overbearing just so he can keep an eye over you so no one else dares bother you in the slightest about your color loss.
đ He won't threaten anyone like Hickory did, but he will glare and give the worst of stink eyes at whoever steps out of line in his presence, and man, he can look kinda scary when he's serious like that.
đ Trollex đ
đ Like mentioned before, Trollex once lost his colors too after the passing of his parents, but that particular experience he has on the subject is what gives him the reassurance he needs that you can get better, just like he did and just like Branch did as well.
đ The thought of someone bullying you for your situation makes his blood boil but he's more concerned on how you feel and what you think.
đ Forget those bullies, they don't matter now. Now it's all about you and how you feel and what you need.
đ He becomes a bit of a mother hen, always asking about your mood and hoping that one of these days, your bright colors will shine bright once again.
đ He's a great listener, so if you need a shoulder to cry on or just vent, he'll always be there, ready to give you advice and make sure you always leave with a huge smile on your face.
#trolls 3#dreamworks trolls#trolls#dw trolls#trolls dreamworks#tbt#twt#trolls tbt#trollstopia#trolls band together#trolls world tour#trolls x reader#trolls imagines#scenarios and hcs#partner squad x reader#barb x reader#branch x reader#poppy x reader#hickory x reader#tresillo x reader#trollex x reader#yknow to this day im Flabbergasted that people actually liked the idea of the Partner Squad?? its nice to see the support about it really<:#partner squad au#alternate universe
151 notes
·
View notes
Text
Drivinâ Me Crazy
đŠâ ïž PAIRING: Yunho x GNreader!
đŠâ ïž SUMMARY: As you begin to break away from the bonds of your billionaire father that has always held you back, you found a newfound respect for Jeong Yunho, his personal driver, who had unknowingly changed your life for the better.
đŠâ ïž WORD COUNT: 12.3k
đŠâ ïž TAGS/WARNINGS: Daddy issues x9999746564545664, passing of mother, angst, name calling, spanking, fingering, choking, spitting, & creampie. Uses of darling, slut, and baby. Cutesy parts with fluff, exploration of kinks.
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
While, unlike the dramatic tale of Rapunzel, you are permitted to leave the home you were raised in to venture freedom. However, the means by which you can obtain that freedom is limited and overruled by your father.
Itâs always been about him, the billionaire made from profitable expenditures that drags you along on his several business trips.
It is you, âthe childâ, who has not been taught to fend for themselves, compelled with the only choice to follow his suit.
Even as his one and only child, people werenât interested in who you were, a fact alleviated by your fatherâs intervention to appease everyone you befriended by showering them with giftsâŠor screwing their mothers.
To your knowledge, your mother passed away when she gave birth to you. In that regard, it is not ironic that your father cannot even look you in the eye, or manage to speak to you in a âdomesticâ manner.
In the past, youâve had one too many step-parents to count beyond two pairs of hands. But not even one real parent you felt loved from ever, on a single digit.
From the day you are born, up until your non-thrilling adulthood, a flat rectangular sheet of paper with a printed value and a dead man's face continues to place before you, money.
You hated that it held so much power. That itâs truthfully so ordinary, but people feel that they need it because of its abusive rewards of control and greed.
âPeopleâ like your father.
It is only with money that a person can ride so braggingly across many cities in a sleek black Rolls Royce Phantom Sedan, concealing its interior with tinted windows that hide the drowsiness of your father by your side.
Meanwhile on your other side, sits his stiff tuxedo-draped bodyguard, focused with their gaze straight forward through designer black shades.
His employees are the ones youâre quite familiar with to be very serious in most aspects of your life. Not a funny bone in their body, specially built by the demands of your fatherâs purpose; to be the centerpiece of everything.
Thus, as you grow older, so does the despise you have for him. Evil thoughts conjure in your sensitive mind, some of which you have to control against the strengths of your wish to remain sane.
But even so, as you ride to the next big city for yet another business trip, you make it all about you this time, crossing the line of professionalism by provoking the only unguarded person inside the luxurious vehicle.
Presumably, you do not intend to inflict any harm, but rather a pleasurable honor to yourself which is fatefully ignored whenever you're in the presence of said billionaire of profitable expenditures.
Your fatherâs new hire, Jeong Yunho, controls the wheel of the Rolls Royce with precise concentration and smoothness.
Perhaps along with the great deal of attention provided to his black mullet-styled hair, or the dry cleaning of his uniformed vest, and the ironing of the underlying tight white button-up, black tie, and smooth trousers without a wrinkle in sight. In addition to cleanliness adds his accessory of a one-handed leather black glove steering next to his bare, veiny, decorative hand with ring bands, and best of all, the pretty jewels in the inner corners of his eyes as a feminine accent.
With the exclusion of Jeong Yunho, everything else was too short of being perfect. To you, he was exceptionally perfect.
You came so far as to remove every obstacle that could prevent your father's tyranny from spoiling him. Yunho was knowledgeable, kind, generous, and sweet. However, all your father could see, was a driving tool.
Thus, it was the ideal time to establish a relationship in the quiet atmosphere of the vehicle, which is the only place at which you can meetâŠand reclaim the freedom your father had claimed for you, and indefinitely⊠for him.
âŠ
âMr. Chauffeur, or, Yunho was it?â Your speech sounds above the AC blowing in the vehicle. In effect, there is a slight shift in your father's slumber, your bodyguard still remains seated stiffly, but the man to whom you were speaking to glances at you quickly through the rearview mirror, nodding in acknowledgment as the front pieces of his hair softly sways, and then he ever so professionally resumes eye contact onto the busy road ahead.
âThis may sound forwardâŠâ you continue, reviewing his beautiful physique once more as your gaze locks at his ring, specially wrapped around his ring finger. âBut I was wondering, Yunho, if you were married by any chance?â
Your father snorts loudly and slowly awakens from his nodding off, yet the stagnant bodyguard's expression remains the same. Yunho, the chauffeur, proceeds to be unfazed, smirking even. Despite this, it was a minor tactic to ensure your father was alert to your next set of words.
âAs you may knowâŠdear father is recently divorced, and I was just wondering if you could maybe just provide him some stable relationship advice, you know, man-to-man.â
Your lips bunch in prevention from grinning as the bodyguard moves for the first time since youâve sat in the backseat. In the brief moment of attempted adjustment for comfortability, they then adjust their shades upward with the tip of a pointer finger, sniffing loudly through their nostrils.
At the same time, your father has sat up and is taking a quick scan of all areas of the vehicle. He is observing the shift change in the enclosed space before glaring at you harshly.
âY/n, whatâs gotten into you?â In response, you shrug carelessly and he averts his gaze to the charmingly focused expression of his newly hired chauffeur. âYouâre not obligated to answer that sirâŠâ
Your father then hardens his apologetic gaze into a dark one, directly toward you as he turns in his seat. âAlso, itâs Mr.Jeong. I thought I taught you when you were small that you always call our associates by their last names. Have some respect, child.â
With his one handed glove, the tan and handsome driver turns the wheel toone-handed make a right, looking both ways to ensure that he or anyone else does not risk your safety, a basic responsibility of his duties.
âThatâs quite alright sir, I understand.â Your attention is drawn to the cherry lips that move with the suddenness of Mr.Jeongâs honey-drizzled voice. In the short time, it takes after completing the turn, he glances quickly at you in the mirror, his smirk never leaving, and the reflections of his eye jewelry gleam from the sun like a frame-by-frame animated effect. âThe answer is no, I am not married your legacy.â
If it werenât for his amusing response- or good looks, the name your father had assigned him to give you in the boast of his ego would have triggered you greatly. Yet you smile in glee as you observe your father exhaustingly adjusting his suit blazer.
His heart sings with relief that your preposterous question didnât blow things out of proportion, and he exhales a deep breath before settling back in for his nap.
Your mischievous outlook on his actions leads you to see the situation as an opportunity to disturb the peace once more. You actively gain closer to the Chauffeur in front by moving your ass to the edge of the seat, gripping the passenger headrest, and arching your back extensively for a lengthier reach. âSo a partner thenâŠor maybe a fiancĂ© perhaps?â
âY/N.â You hear harshly whispered on your left side. Then looking back a quarter over your shoulder to shrug at your father as if you didn't see the problem in asking.
âNeither your legacy. I am not seeing anyone as of current.â Itâs inescapable to not stare into the rearview mirror when the authoritative and single man states his response rather bluntly. He flickers his eyes to meet yours in the mirror again for seconds longer, allowing you to catch a small smile that dents into his defined apple-like cheekbones.
It intrigues you to think that maybe he finds this as amusing as you do, because working with your father certainly doesnât come with this much excitement.
âWhat about kids?â An upcoming red light makes him slow to a stop, allowing him to directly response to your question. âI have not bred any children yet your legacy.â
You remove your hand from the passenger seat's headrest and fully lean forward, nearly folding your body in half with your arms crossed against your chest, and onto the middle counsel to further enclose the space in between you two.
A tap on your lower back pokes onto your spine from your father but you ignore it while a sly smirk masks onto the lower half of your face. âReally? So a guy like you, is living a life like thisâŠall alone?â
âWell yesâŠItâs been like that for quite some time now your legacy. In any case, I believe independence should not always be perceived so negatively. Iâm free enough to create the life I want to have for myself.â
In the blink of an eye, his head turns so quickly that you do not notice the sudden movement of direct eye contact. Without warning, you are compelled to lose yourself within those brown orbs without knowing what you are searching for.
It was as if he was trying to communicate something with you that weighed heavy on the brain. You were thrown so high for a loop that you had almost slipped up and forgotten the hidden objective you were trying to accomplish here.
In another blink his eye gems encapsulate a green hue in his interest corners, then snapping you out of a trance. âGreen light.â
The charming male regains feel of the wheel and rolls his eyes forward with the never leaving smirk as he hits the gas with a heavy foot. If you hadnât leaned forward already, you wouldâve flown to the front with him.
But in either case, it wouldâve been a win-win.
âŠ
It is easy to identify the destination from about two blocks away due to the valet parking belt that secures the building in front. It is for this reason that your father must ride in his Rolls Royce.
Like itâs his own red carpet, he arrives fashionably on decent timing so streetwalkers, service workers, and even business partners can rightfully adapt to his presence.
A speedy Jeong Yunho unbuckles his seatbelt, steps out of the car, and runs around the front of the vehicle to move onto the sidewalk to reach in front of your father's door. He opens it entirely with a leather glove hand, allowing your father, you, and his muted bodyguard to get out to showcase your status.
âThank you, Mr.Jeong, We will see you later tonight at 9 o'clock sharp.â
âOf course, as previously requested sir.â After your father makes his way out, it takes you a bit longer to come out than usualâŠalmost like you're purposely taking your sweet time. The bodyguard behind you tries to give physical assistance but you insist on handling it yourself.
âChild, itâs important that we make a great first impression by having fine time management.â
âWhy yes, my dearest apologies father.â You make yourself âunstuckâ from the invisible force that held you bound in the backseat, finally making your way out the door and turning alongside the tall dark, and handsome Yunho, who remains holding the door untilâŠoh no, you accidentally trip and collide into his broad arms.
âCareful! I mean-excuse me your legacyâŠare you alright?â As you look up at him with what you perceive to be pouty eyes, an old trick that has grown out of whack long ago with your father, Yunho nearly apologizes again, but you cut him off as you stare into his bedazzled eyes whispering, âDrive safely, itâd be a waste if I couldnât talk you again."
As perplexed as his fluttering eyelashes read him to be, the big friendly giant manages to respond effectively. âI always doâ, are the words in which you hear under his breath that only waves in sound inside your close distance. âHopes for a great evening your legacy.â
Standing beside the hypervigilant bodyguard that guards him, your father nods to Yunho behind you before walking forward to enter the building and unforgettably leaves you behind.
Perhaps your attempts at âsavoringâ Yunho and simultaneously inducing your fatherâs frustration were a little extremeâŠ
But to you, it seems like everything was going according to plan.
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
A FEW DAYS LATER
âMr.Jeong.â Your father nods in greeting to Yunho who holds open the car door as usual. âA pleasure to assist you again sir.â Your father smiles at the driver's greeting while subtly fixing his tie, then joining the inside of his fully owned luxurious car with another one of his bodyguards.
Youâre trailing a few steps behind him while stumbling to catch up. It seemed he had a tendency of leaving you behind more often lately, not that you are bothered by it anyhow. Especially when you can talk to Yunho even more so as you reach to stand in the way of the opened car door.
âSo youâre still alive huh?â The statured man switches his extensive legs and looks toward the ground, scooping his neck to look right into your eyes, displaying his pretty white-toothed smile, and those cheekbones that hold the greatest balls of light. "That I am. I hope that doesnât cause any inconvenience to the legacy.â
âNot at allâŠâ You take the last digestions in seeing all of him in his well-fitted black waistcoat, trousers, and shiny leather boots until you arrive at tonightâs occasion. âItâs actually quite a pleasant surprise.â
For a brief moment, your breaths mix as you stick one leg in the backseat, coming into the car sideways and meeting Yunho face to face. Not even a minute after you get comfortable seated, he closes the door and does his little jog around the car. Never did you take your eyes off of him even through the window shield.
When the towering and ethereal man enters into the drivers seat buckled and secure, he starts the vehicle immediately and steers onto the road.
Unconsciously you draw closer to the middle to see him, or rather, to make sure he could see you. It wasnât long until you were talking again shortly, ignoring the groans your father made at your side.
âSo, howâs your day beenâŠMr. Jeong?â
âJust fine your legacy, and yours?
âSo good, so far.â
âIâm glad to hear it, your legacy.â
âOhâŠare you?â
There was a slight increase in your father's groans, as he began to massage his temples tentatively in frustration.
âOf course. As a person of service-you and your fatherâs service, it pleases me to know youâre doing well your legacy.â
Youâre moving more toward the middle, to make yourself aligned in the mirror for Yunho to view. âIt makes me glad to know youâre doing just fine too. However, itâs just this one thing thatâs been bothering meâŠMr.Jeong.â
Much to your wanted expectations he glances carefully through the mirror attentively with brows furrowing in concern. To enhance your bothered attitude you cross your arms with a slight pout. âCould you not say your legacy after every sentence? I mean it can be annoyingly tedious right?â
While merging to another lane, he has time to respond to your question thoughtfully. Especially with your father wavering by your side. âI donât mind it all, youâve rightfully earned the title. But if you so claim that it bothers you, what would you prefer me to call you then your-â
âY/n works just fine.â
âDoes it?â Your father seconds.
âYesâŠit does.â
âChild?â
âFather?â
He gives you a ridiculed stare that makes you sit back and stay quiet for the rest of the ride much to your fatherâs satisfaction, but for you to possession of the last word was enough in regards to satisfactory to yourself.
âŠ
Even though you are the first to get out of the vehicle when you arrive at another business convention, youâre the last to go into the facility as you attempt to bid goodbye to Yunho.
âDrive safe Yunho, Iâll see you later tonight!â
Instead of a verbal response, Yunho bows deeply, and almost apologetically rather than the happy-go-lucky smile he generously gives after picking you up and dropping you off.
You notice his eyes are not meeting yours but rather right behind you. In following his sight, you spot your father next to his bodyguard through the building's stained blue glass. His hands are overlapped behind his back, appearing very unamused as if Yunho and you are being judged for pulling each other back from doing the things you should be doing.
You roll your eyes and turn to meet Yunho again, even with evil eyes hawking you two. It was only then you see Yunho opening the drivers door, stiffly putting a hand up in goodbye when your eyes briefly meet. He then moves into the vehicle, buckling up immediately, and starts the engine, pulling off in a matter of seconds.
Needless to say, he left you behind in dust with the only matter to attend to your obligated duties⊠âyour fatherâs legacyâ.
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
ONE WEEK LATER
The chauffeur sits still buckled in the seat, holding the shifting gear with his bare leather-clad hand steadily, ready to pull off to attend your father's grand event tonight, a celebration at the Five Star Michelin restaurant he purchased downtown.
Whenever your father invests so much in something so special, it would be unbearable for him not to blow more money on a celebration. Just for the hell of it.
As his child, you should be happy for him. But youâre everything but, rather annoyed, pressed, disgusted. There was a feeling inside your gut that he had everything to do with Yunho's change of attitude from last week.
He wasnât as cheerful as he once was, his responses to your flirtations were dry and brief, and he would barely look at you in the rearview as you attempted to talk to him.
But the difference with you today is that you decided enough is enough. Your father has brought you down in your most joyous moments, and it was long overdue for you to return the favor.
This time youâre sat right behind Yunho, while next to your father, whoâs sat with another one of his bodyguards next to him. The particular arrangement was decided upon by your father for some odd reason. But youâre thinking, with your position being behind Yunho, he would not be able to see you in the car at all.
But he can still hear you of courseâŠand thatâs where your diabolical plan comes into play.
Through the space between the window and the headrest, you lean forward and hold onto each cushioned side on the back of Yunho's seat with both hands. His hands then grip harshly onto the steering wheel, turning his knuckles into the brightest tint of white.
âNice to see you again YunnieâŠcan I call you that?â
Your father who sits in the middle stares directly into the rear view mirror, burning his laser-like vision through the glass, and reflecting its power back into Yunho's eyes, blinding him with fear.
âIf it pleases you, you can call me whatever you wish. But-erm, however, it is still my honorable service to be the legacyâs dutiful Chauffeur.â
Yunho looks briefly through the rearview mirror, and your father gives him an appreciative nod. It was then that you had a favorable idea of exactly what was being done.
How cruel for your father to think he could maintain control of everyone elseâs conversations with undercover telepathic signals, or more so, control of Yunho.
In fact, what he didnât know, is that it couldnât weaken your determination in the slightest, yet it does the complete opposite. One thing youâre good at is games, and so you play into his little diversion.
âUghhh you are so unbelievably proper today Yunnie, itâs just Y/n remember?â From your perspective, between the small crack of his headrest and window, you can see that his grip on the wheel grows even tighter. It was then shortly afterward that his head began bobbling from the road, and then to the rearview mirror as he struggled to interpret all the mixed signs and signals. âWhatâs wrong?â
Suddenly, a hand grabs onto your shoulder and pulls you from Yunho's seat to your rightful one. âDonât criticize him. The question you should be asking my child is; Whatâs right?â As if those tacky words of wisdom havenât given you the ick, the second your father throws his arm around your shoulder does.
âProperness is something you should adapt to. The people would beg to converse with you more, and youâd actually have friends. Who then could potentially be fantastic business partners by the way.â
It couldnât be anymore oblivious that he was trying everything to pin you down to a stump. To keep you from embarrassing him tonight, and acting out âunprofessionally and unethicallyâ. Even though it hurts to admit it, your heart pounds vigorously from the slick venom he curated in his artificial advisory. But youâre not a âchildâ anymore, you canât be fooled, or kept silent with a jumbo lollipop.
You throw his arm from your shoulder in the nicest yet slickest manner possible, while simultaneously putting your arm around his shoulders. âIâm so thrilled to hear you say that father, which gives me this brilliant idea! Yunho hereâ, you gesture towards said man with your free hand, ââŠshould come to the event with us. He can be my friend, and teach me how to speak with this âpropernessâ you want me to adapt to.â
The look of shock on your father's face as a result of something you wittily said is something you would die for, but itâs here, on earth, and oh if you had a camera on hand to picture this moment, youâd take it to the grave.
In the absence of an answer, he glances at his bodyguard, nudging the stiff arm with his elbow, and then unexpectedly bursts into a loud laugh, making you jump in your seat. âAbsolutely NOT. itâs not a part of his assigned duties to be your âfriendâ. You can make those yourself easy once you learn how to clean up that act.â
Embarrassingly, almost like the child he called you to be, you uplift yourself from your seat backrest to meet his evil eyes with your timid ones. âBut father-â
âNo buts.â He places the back of his hand in front of your face like a flag of victory that makes you retreat back into the seat.
Even though you tried to refrain from being childish before, but you feel no choice to submit to it now. You grab onto his costly tuxedo blazer, throwing yourself and him side to side against the leather cushions.
âOhhhh Pleaseeee. Please Please please please please please please please please-â
That's enough, child. I cannot believe you are acting in such a foolish manner." Having been yelled at directly in the face by a provoked outburst, you unhand him with a disoriented look on your face. You began to consider a different course of action while looking out of the tinted window. âMr.Jeong?â
Yunho looks into the mirror, once, twice, and then thrice as he hears the authoritative voice address him. He has a fair idea of what your father is bound to ask. Unbeknownst to all of you, heâs internally contemplating how he should answer accordingly.
âWould you care to accompany us this evening, as my child-the legacyâs, plus one?â
The gears stop its scornful grinding in your head in the making of the underdeveloped plans to change your father's mind. Rather his question implicates a chance to control, yet you avoid showing the excitement from the thought as you hide your grin in the palm of your hand.
In the time it takes Yunho to respond, the nerve-wrecked chauffeur slows at a stop sign. In terms of location, you are all now across the street from an upcoming town featuring plazas and restaurants with an emphasis on quantity over quality. A reasonable assumption you all are close to where you need to be.
In the meantime, Mr.Jeong drives on the road steadily. Suspiciously though, he increasingly watches in the rearview mirror more than needed.
The gloss coating in his brown eyes becomes more apparent as they shift from person to person each time, unsure of the proper landing spot. âIf itâs not a bother sir⊠Iâd be honored.â
âHmm.â That is all that can be heard when immediately following the drivers statement.
âWell thenâŠyouâre welcome to join us. Just make sure you park the vehicle in a safe space, and then you can meet us in the food court inside.â
For Yunho it was a difficult time deciding whether to smile or not, so instead he bows lightly with his head and tucks his lips in for a few seconds seconds. âEverything will be done just as you ask sir, and I will join the both of you shortly.â
âThank you father.â You add while tucking in a bright smile of your own.
He waves you off, sitting back to relax the very last few minutes of travel with a few peeks of any sneaky interaction.
âŠ
As your father was the personnel behind the main event, there was a stroll of people outside waiting for him. Photographers, business partners in other industries, and lower-class civilians who fantasize about your billionaire lives.
This made it difficult for you to maneuver inside at a reasonable time, but your father didnât mind the extra attention of course.
As a result, Yunho's best interest lies in waiting for a clearing and using that time to find a safe place to park the luxurious Rolls Royce.
Meanwhile, after a good many minutes of the bodyguard growing extremely anxious about the commotion in you and your fatherâs space, youâve finally all made your way into the food court. One would have expected another to just sit and eat, and there was that occurring as you came in of courseâŠand a shitload of a billion questions about your father's next business endeavor, as if the current moment wasnât celebratory enough.
A guest who is currently speaking to your father cut themselves off in something you believe to be rather uninteresting. âDid your legacy finally get married?!â The guestpointst in the adjacent direction, and thus you see your plus one.
Every time a boot hits the ground he leaves a mark in the room with a beautiful smile, the one that makes his cheeks mold into the roundness of an apple, the inside holding balls of light. In a moment you couldâve sworn a twinkle had shined over his eye jewelry. His mullet tail brushes over the soft tan skin of his neck with every step, oh howâd you love to run your hands over it all.
His strides come to a halt as he arrives by your side. However, that is changed when father moves him in between you two, patting him a bit roughly on the back. âNot quite yet, we have a lot to work to do before we get to that point.â He then looks specifically to Yunho laughing in his face. In return, the taller man shares a polite smile with the group, essentially keeping his cool. âOh, but this is our wonderful Chauffeur, Mr. Jeong Yunho.â
Like clockwork, a shake of hands is conjoined right after another, and in courtesy, Mr.Jeong Yunho even bows afterward. âWhat a grand pleasure it is to meet you all.â A, âLikewise.â is said among the groupâŠhow humbling.
In just a few seconds you were forgotten because your father moved the focus elsewhere. To be specific, Yunho, a someone who has âless work to be doneâ. âWell thenâ, you awkwardly intercept, âMe and Mr. Jeong Yunho here are going to be conversing with our other guest. Please excuse us.â
Without thinking, you take him by the hand, wandering off into another group to join some other pesky conversation.
As a waiter passes by with a plate of champagne, you grab a glass for yourself and Yunho, chugging your own in seconds with a lack of grace. âJust nod and smile. This is how people usually conversate with my father since he obviously loves boasting about himself. I bet heâll be so caught up in it that he probably wonât even bother to spare a glance.â
Contrary to thought, one of the most compliant and respectable soldiers to your fatherâs commands nods swiftly and begins to follow your instructions. In turn, you are so caught off guard by his loyalty that you nearly forget to follow your own instructions.
Yunho enacts his assigned roleplay with a swig of champagne. The bubbles cascade down his throat as he sticks out a pinky decorated in his embellished ring for class.
The arm in which he uses to raise the glass causes his waist-coated vest to crease, then revealing his bare chest underneath. It is growing to be a little sweaty, presumably from nervousness. His chest sinks and rises, causing patches of wetness to form on the white button-up that a nipple begins to peak-
âAlright, I think thatâs enough.â In response, Yunho ceases to sip from his glass and inspects the inside with the tips of his large fingers, gravely observing the absence of any carbonated liquid present.
âI believe Iâm feeling a little nervous, but the champagne is a great cause for distraction.â
You take in the view of how adorable he was being, observing the glass like it was a golden antique as if he was hoping for more champagne to magically liquify out of thin air.
Yet the lingering in your admiration doesnât last as a waiter with a charcuterie board and olives in hand breaks your line of vision, offering the samples to the whimsical tall fellow, which he gladly accepts, and wastes no time shoving it full into his mouth.
As they smile wide and depart with a pleased look, your eyes follow them in disgust as you watch them walk into a different room with its entrance engraved into an archway. Behind it are swaying couples and even more champagne glasses in their hands. It encourages you to offer your hand to Yunho, consecutively wiggling it for emphasis. âI think I know where I can get you some more of that champagne big guy.â
âReally?â He speaks with a mouth full of food, in realization, he covers it quickly to keep in any more flying particles. You nod and tilt your head toward the archway. âAnd maybe we could dance a little, just to fit in?â Perhaps this idea could have sprung from your jealousyâŠbut at least youâll appear ânormalâ and preoccupied.
An instant slap sound is made when his much larger hand intertwines your fingers together. The feeling is so soft, warm, and delicate. Itâs not a touch you expected a chauffeur to have. He swallows the last bits of food in his mouth and removes his overly attractive hand. âThat sounds delightful your legacy, I think that will work perfectly.â
You look down to see the link that has bonded you together in ways you never have before. Even more so you tighten it as you pull him toward the adjacent area where the classical music overrides your eardrums, you both look to your left to see that it is actually a live orchestra. To you though, it wasnât all too surprising to see the extremities your father had organized.
As you pass by you move toward the champagne that is now stacked in a pyramid on a dress-skirted table, just outside of the dance floor. For a moment itâs a cleared space away from the other couples to give you privacy and peace. Which is perfect for what you want to confess.
âI would really appreciate it if you could just call me Y/nâŠplease. The moment Yunho hears your plea, he pauses his small sippings, swallowing the remaining sweet bubbly liquid.
âA legacy doesnât have thoughts of moving out of the country to start a new life. It is particularly difficult to do given that everything has been plated on the table for me since birth, including the future generations to take up the family business. As far as I am concerned though, I never had a seat...and I do not intend to stay for the entreeâŠif that makes any sense at all."
You bow your head in awkwardness, but out of your peripheral vision you see Yunho looking deeply at you and then back in the other room in search of your father who's nowhere to be seen. In truth, he is a bit hesitant to speak, but he knows your father is too far out of reach to hear his words.
âMy apologiesâŠy/n it is then.â
âŠ
In short, dancing with Yunho felt lively. His large hands encapsulated your waist perfectly with a champagne glass in hand, and yours were on his shoulders before they slowly crept up to the back of his neck. The tips of your fingers ghostly brush against the ends of the strands. Not to mention the eye contact you were now maintaining was severely intimate. The only subsiding factor was the respectable space between your bodies.
âYunho?â
âYes? What can I do for you Y/n?â
His adaption to uphold your governor's name was relatively swift; perhaps he was aware that it was making you uncomfortable all along. Plus, just sounds better.
âDonât tell my father this but, I really hate how he belittles me sometimes, and so⊠Iâve been sort of using you as a taunt to get back at him. I just wanted to say, Iâm truly sorry for causing any trouble.â
The look in his eyes are unreadable, but his hands being still on your waist shows a good sign.
âNot to worry, y/n. âtwas fairly obvious anyhow. That is, you taunting him but, also him belittling you. I both hear it and see it without uttering a word. So, If anything, I am the one who is due for an apology .â
In denial, you shake your head. Denying that he shouldnât be sorry, and/or denying the fact that someone had finally acknowledged what you have as a âfatherâ.
âIt just feels like heâs not even my father sometimes you knowâŠwell hell, most of the time.â
âHmm. Despite shrugging his shoulders, he appears contemplative of letting go of a running thought. âDonât tell your father I said this either butâŠitâs probably because he doesnât want others to perceive you as his child, Y/n. With the presumption you donât fit the standardsâŠhis words.â
Your tongue pokes the inside of your cheek as you scoff and move your eyes to be entertained by the instrumentals of the classical orchestra. Down deep inside you were cowering in fear, hoping that he wouldnât detect the hurt youâve been burying for so long. âWell, of course, Iâve already come to that conclusion. But I donât wanna suck up to him and become like one of these snobs. Like himâŠâ
âWell, lucky for you that has a very simple solution. Just donât, y/n.â In that same moment, Yunho uses his overpowering strength to cease the swaying you both used to blend in. You became timid, looking deeply into his eyes for the need for separation, yet his hands never slip away, and neither do yours.
âEven if it means losing all your inherited wealth, or being banished from his riches completely, at least youâll be happy, free of anyone's approval.â
It was the same non-telling expression that displayed on his soft features nearly two weeks ago after he said âindependence should not always be perceived so negatively.â It wasnât until this moment that you realized he had a feeling of how you truly felt. Then, and now.
âExcuse me? Is everything I need to hear and more coming from my fatherâs honorable and dutiful Chauffeur?â
At this, he scoffs with a dark chuckle and throws his head forward with a sinister grin that is contrary to his usual smile. âI just take the people that pay me where they need to go y/n. Pretty much everything else outside of that has no limits.â
âI want to explore those limits. What does his life look like outside of driving us everyday, all day?â
âWhyâd you do it?â
âCould you specify that question for me please Y/n?â
âYou knowâŠjust agreeing to be here with me right now, you couldâve respectfully declined. Everyone else doesâŠâ
His eyebrows furrow from the process of newly open emotions, but the meaning of what you intended registers nonetheless. âDonât you wanna learn how to speak properly y/n? Or was that just another taunt for your father in the usage of myself?â
âOh no! Your hands begin to wander aimlessly from the back of his neck with no control as you frantically speak. âItâs not like that anymore I promise. I-Itâs just easier talking to you, and I think thatâs what's making my father upset because this isnât how we typically speak to ourâŠassociates.â
Without your acknowledgment, your fabric hands have vile to a still in front of you. From a bystander's perspective, it looked like you were declining a request to dance. However, the sudden contact of a rock-hard chest pressed against your palm read differently. âOh shit! Erm, I mean-sorry...â
When you attempt to bring your hands down, they are brought back up again on his hard chest. This time, with his hands over yours, he slowly drags them back onto his neck, regaining their placement from before. âSoâŠwhatâs next dear y/n? You have me here, dancing with you in the open for your father to seeâŠwhatâs your end goal here?â
The ability for common sense is overridden by touch in the effects of what happened, and what you think to say next shows the side effects. âYou said pretty much everything else outside of paid driving has no limits right?â
âAs I have previously stated that is correct, yes.â
âIn that case then, I want you to be honest with me. Do you⊠want to have me?â
His hands lose balance at your waist, blinking rapidly as he takes a few steps backwards.
âMâsorry y/n?â
âWhat do you think about having me without my father speculating on every little thing we do? To talk, joke, and touch as we are now. Maybe..in other ways of dancing?â
The eyes of the young man avert downward, his expression concerned, and there can be no doubt that he is seriously considering your 'subtle' suggestions. His face softens once more, and a grin appears as his eyes return back into yours. The sense of urgency has dissipated from the beating of your head and chest, as you grin along with him.
âI thinkâŠweâre gonna have to find a way to make that happen, but when has your father ever left you unattended?â
Your relief leads you to take a few tiny steps forward in a bid to bridge the gap between the two of you. In the spirit of boldness, you drag your hand down to fiddle with a button on his waistcoat. As for a doubled intention, it soothes you to determine a plausible course of action.
âDonât worry too much. He wonât have anything to worry about if I have you with me. At least, for you anyway.â
A resuming of eye contact follows, and a shaking emotion of sympathy, lust, and infatuation. As a result, you were concerned that the guest might discover the connection that took place, possibly reporting the events to your father out of interest or judgment.
You part from him, trailing behind his body that turns to follow yours as you face back to the central area where your father can be found. In the moment of staying still with dancing bodies, catering, and live music, you managed to make a way out of no way.
You turn back to make eye contact with a stunned six-foot friendly giant who appears to be wanting more. âFollow me cutie, I have an idea.â
In immediate action, your cute little companion follows behind you as if he were a deeply attached puppy eager to perform any instruction you command.
âŠ
In brief, this is how your idea played out:
By using your own initiative, you were able to guide yourself and Yunho to return to the central food court area so that you would be more openly aligned in your father's sight.
Upon seeing you two, he calls you over to have dinner, which initially kickstarts the exact plan you have in mind.
As disgusting as it was, over an accumulated amount of time, in every bite of food you ate, you left some chewed residue in your mouth, plus a wash of champagne created a perfect combination of barf served right onto your plate.
When you abruptly stand from your seat, the splattered mess grabs the attention of those around you. In effect, it ceased all conversation, then followed up by a unified loud gasp with the adlibs of âoh dearsâ as the table guest watches you with worried eyes.
You have been seated by Yunho who has quickly risen with you to clean any residue on your body that unfortunately hadnât made it onto the plate.
With his back toward the table and his gorgeous face planted directly in front of yours, you smirk then wink quickly, causing him to cease both his actions and the internal panic when he realizes this was the commotion you purposefully triggered.
Your father whoâs sat across from you both isnât too worried. Rather he appears more upset about the intimate contact youâre both showcasing to his guests.
âChild! Go to the wash rooms, at once!â Both you and Yunho react to the direction of loud sound and respectfully adjusted your bodies with hands by your sides.
âI apologize father. I think I ate too quicklyâŠand perhaps, maybe I drank more than I could handle. My only desire was to honor you and celebrate you, but I do not feel well at the moment."
In frustration he breathes deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head, then flicking you away with the bending of his wrist.
âMr.Jeong, would you care to give the legacy some assistance? Afterwards, just drop them off at the most high-quality hotel, and come back to join us shortly please.â
âOf course sir. I will make it a priority to be of assistance, and come back quickly for return.â
In embarrassment, your father continues to conceal his sight of you until you leave. A waiter comes in immediately to clean the mess, and it makes you feel terrible in the slightest.
Although youâre sure the âmessinessâ your were going to venture, would even things out for you surely.
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
Upon walking towards the safe spot Yunho secreted your fatherâs black Rolls Royce, he opens the back door for you in a procedure to which you however slam shut to show your unappreciation.
âThere are things that we do with my father, that should not be done without my father. One of the most notable differences is that I will not be seated in the back seat." As you approach the passenger side, he follows your gaze as you open the door. "I call Shotgun!â
Yunho chuckles, then disguises quickly in search of any persons, as he has hidden the car in a secure location in which no one should see you two. He unbuttons his vest which had gotten a little too tight with all the food, drinks, and nervousness he consumed. After further inspecting for a clearing he walks speedily around the car with the uniformed coat in hand to settle awkwardly in the front seat.
Even as he made his way into the car to be seated, the seatbelt strap repetitively formed into a tangle when he tried to secure himself. It was even more awkward when all you could do was stare as his chest squeezed with every pull.
His face read every aspect of embarrassment, yet he persistently tries to fix the belt with endless results of failure. In the coming realization of the uselessness of his efforts, he decides to relieve whatâs on his mind as he exhales a deep sigh. âYour legacy- or, my apologiesâŠY/n?â
You channel out of watching the show of his squeezing the broad breast to acknowledge that his hands are now placed unto his thick thighs, rubbing up and down rapidly onto the top base with accumulating sweat. Your eyes then wander to his puppy dog face which has unexpectedly melted into a childish pout, and thatâs when the realization strikes you.
âLet me guess. Youâre chickening out of this, arenât you? I mean- it took me a while to collect that food in my mouth and then âfakeâ throw it up you know...â
In hearing this he acted as though he was controlled by a switch, exhibiting a variety of expressions, unsure of which to choose. âNo! I mean- you just said âweâ and âwithout your fatherâ, as if this is going to happen between us often, and I didnât know if that was your intention or if you just-â
âOnly if you want it to Yunho.â Tentatively, you place a hand over his shaky, large, bejeweled one to soothe his nerves. In response, a cute and sad little pout turns into one big goofy smile.
âListenâŠsoon enough, I plan on getting the fuck out of town to be free of this stupid lifestyle, and without the need for anyoneâs approval thanks to you wise sir.â The said wisemanâs smile shrinks in length, he faces you completely, showcasing his full attention and unwavering seriousness as you speak from the heart. âWith that being said, I would love to have you to myself even after the time when it is appropriate for me to leave this life behind.â
As you keep your hands over him, Yunho continues to face you. However, you notice that his eyes struggle to maintain eye contact. Your lips, however, did not seem to be too hard of a catch. âThat soundsâŠreally nice y/n.â
You take in your bottom lip as if it got shy in hiding from the most angelic gaze. âCool.â To relieve the initiated awkward intensity, you swiftly remove your hand from his and turn forward to the enclosed scenery, his eyes never moving from you. âI know a detour from that overpriced ass hotel. Itâll make the trip a whole lot longer.â
As a helpful indication as to what you were implying, you turn your head to look at him once more, hoping the knowing expression you were putting on was easy to convey. It didnât take long for him to notice, and the thought of it made him bat his eyelashes from the explicit mental images.
Shyly, he averts his gaze downward on his lap where his hands are now resting; his ears become the brightest shade of red. âHow cuteâ you thought. âSo⊠you want to take a detour to give us more time to-
âExactly.â
Simultaneously, upon your immediate response, you both conquer the fear of looking at one another as you match a wide smile. It âtwas funny how looks could kill the both of youâŠbut a yearning for each others touch excites you both all the more.
âŠ
The tension that was in the air had dropped into your laps, rubbing still between both of your legs. A driving Yunho somehow maintains steady alignment in the lane, and the only giveaway that he feels the way you do is the continuous stares at every slow of traffic, stop sign, or red light.
âIf it means anythingâŠunlike your fatherâŠI really like the way you think.â You turn to him, unashamed to glance over his towering muscular stature as he focuses on the busy road. âIt can be a bit troublesome at times, but, for some peculiar reasoning, it excites me beyond what I should feel.â
You look at him tenderly, heart thumping at a compliment youâve never heard in your entire life. Heart thumping at the fact you make him feel excited in ways your father prohibits. âThanks Yunnie, I appreciate that more than you know.â
As youâve directed him for most of the trip, you have no choice but to turn your highly focused concentration back on as the vehicle makes its way into an intersection. âWhen this light turns green, you need to make a right here.â You find yourself, for no apparent reason, outrageously grabbing on his biceps with your closest hand while pointing in the said direction.
The contact remains until the light turns green, and youâre forced to let go to enable him to drive properly. The next street approaches as well as your next direction. âOkay, now left.â
Unexpectedly, the black-haired man takes a sharp turn, causing your body to move forward as your hand instinctively grips his thigh for stability.
âMy sincerest apologies, I suppose my foot weighed on the gas too hard.â
Itâs never happened beforeâŠif it did you worst be in the car with this man right now, your father wouldâve fired him long ago for a âsilly mistakeâ. However, with your level of intuition, you feel as if mistakes happen for a reason.
âNo worries, just keep going straight down hereâŠâ You rise your upper body back up slowly pulling your hand upward with it to the meatiest part of his thigh with an abrupt stop before his intimate parts. âNow pull into this lakehouse restaurant's parking lot.â
He does so with an anxious demeanor shivering over his body, contrary to the calm ripples of the lake pond with ropes on its borders, in every angle it designs a perfect view. You watch it with grace, symbolically embodying the calmness of the water and the creatures in it living their simplistic lives.
You became so lost in your thoughts that you forgot that your hand was so close to where this man needed you, and to make matters worse, he was so reluctant to speak up for his own benefit. âI donât recall ever seeing this place before. Itâs peaceful, and right now itâs possibly awkward to say⊠romantic?âIt was then you caught onto his hint of neediness, and removed your hand from his lap clumsily in embarrassment.
âYeahâŠyou got the right idea. I figured itâd be perfect for our special occasion and all.â You laugh off your nervousness as it is now a little too quiet, which also makes Yunho a little wary about his next move.
âFather rarely ever visits this place if thatâs what youâre thinking aboutâŠâ You knew that wasnât what he was primarily thinking about, but it was a recurring thought in the back of his mind. âAs you should know, heâs deadly allergic to shellfish. Plus the restaurant is a little more hidden on the outskirts of town, so it isn't so popular with the common people. Nevertheless, itâs always worth a visit to the lake view."
He nods quietly, a grin slightly uplifting the prints of his cheekbones as a thought walks across his mind. You observe him attentively to gain a better understanding of what he is going to say next. âI think Iâm starting to love the way you think. Truly, Iâm impressed. You really thought this all out in that ballroom?â
You match his grin, leaning forward as you gain the boldness to grab onto the collar of his white button-up. âThatâs right soldier, donât ever doubt me. Plus, I guarantee youâre gonna love the ways I please you so much better.â
You slowly let go of his collar and make hold your own with one hand. You use your other one to dig behind the material of your tailored satin blazer jumpsuit on your chest.
He gulps as he watches your strip tease act. His bulge behind the curtains becomes evident as it grows in size. You bite your bottom lip as you pull out your hand, revealing a thick wad of cash. âHere. Itâs a tip for your courtesy, Mr. Jeong.â
He stares at the stack of cash, shaking his head no like he was in disbelief from what he really wanted to see from you. When you see he isnât going to take it, you tenaciously bring down the bills between his thighs, stimulating the tip of his erect member and making his hips jerk as his mouth drops further with every movement.
âDear Jeong YunhoâŠyou truly donât know how much youâve changed the entire course of my lonely, miserable, sad life. Please, take this as a thank you.â
His head shakes as he struggles to look down at the action of your stimulation. Yet an evil smile that you donât recognize awakens his soft features. âY-you think I want your fucking money darling?â You sense a trembling in your chest as you watch the monster you have awakened swallow thickly, then roll his eyes forward into the depth of your soul.
In response to your slow movements, he roughly grips your hand and places small kisses on the back of it, never leaving eye contact with you. âYou shouldnât cheat yourself, your hole is priceless to me baby.â
Your focus becomes so disoriented from his sudden change of character, that even you nearly forget to play your role, as you are the one that initiated the whole ordeal. âOh? You submissively pull your hand from his lightly controlled grip, then reach down again unto his lap to take back the bills. Yet as you go for the stack, which there lies still on his erection, he watches you like a cheetah on the prowl, and as his prey, you never stop looking so he doesnât rip you to shreds. âWho knew you had such a dirty mouth with all that shined and polished vocabulary you speak?â
He smirks, adding to the deviousness of his glare. âJust imagine all the more physical things I can do with it, you would love it, so much better.â He quotes your taunting from earlier, using your own playing card for your little game. âBut, perhaps we can save that for another time right?â
You shake your head as you witness your cute little puppy dog transform into a wolf, and you are confused in whether to be frightened, or proud.
âItâs always the quiet ones. Who wouldâve thought? I bet this isnât the only time youâve fucked your bosses kid outside of driving, Mr. No limit.â
âActually my darling, youâre the first. Daddyâs little brat who needs to escape bondage from the rich world.â He tongues his cheek in amusement, letting it a huff from your harsh assumption. âBut, now that weâre away from all that, with me, you can forget everything but my name.â
With the rushing thoughts of screaming his name while heâs inside you, many words are con-jumbled on the top of your tongue. He smiles devilishly, seeing as to how youâre quickly consumed by the thought. âTo the back darling.â
To your surprise, you find yourself obeying as you kick off your shoes, then climbing carefully onto the middle counselor as a bridge way to settle into the back seat. âYou really think youâre going to tame me huh? You obviously havenât paid attention in the last couple of weeks.â
âY/n my dear, you obviously havenât had my dick in you yet sweetheart.â Your eyes become blown as you grip the cushions of the seat, and your heart rate begins to accumulate as it beats rhythmically towards your eardrums. Yunho chuckles at your reaction and finishes with an expression of a satisfied smile. âHow about you take off that jumpsuit and your underwear to make things easier, if youâre wearing any that isâŠand make room for me yeah?â
Without any disregard, you follow his commands. It was an odd feeling to be the subordinate here as his duty was to commend service unto you. After he sees you fully undressed, he wastes no time getting rid of his button-up, knee-high boots, and black slacks.
âHurry and get back here soldierâ, you tease. âWeâre on limited timing. I donât want father to create more suspicions than he already annoyingly has.â
âYou worry too much rookie, Iâm coming.â In immediate action, he climbs toward the back in his black underwear, his dick poking and jumping through the seam.
He hovers over you and takes in the imagery of your naked body, and you rub your fingers over the abs and chest that have grown hard in reaction to your warm and gentle touches.
The sound of a growl can be heard as he squeezes your jaw and collides your lips with his in a heated make-out session mixed with peach-flavored champagne. A final kiss is shared as he bites your bottom lip, gently letting free from his grasp that disconnects a string of saliva. âBend over, please.â
With the desperation laced in his voice which has gradually become a lot deeper, you assume the position as he makes room for you to do so. He comes from behind you with your back arch like a cat in heat, and you evilly came up with the idea to push up against him to tease his hard-on. He groans and grips both of your hips leaving indents of nail marks, even through the glove.
You found pleasure in it, biting your lips in ecstasy until you felt a hand being removed, followed up by Yunho grabbing the stack of bills in the council. âActually, Iâve changed my mind. Perhaps this could come in handy.â The wad of cash is tossed into the air and into his hands behind you, where he is possibly weighing it to determine its value.
âWhat the hell? Whatâre you talking-â
A loud smack is heard throughout the vehicle as his nail in your asscheek grips into your skin deeper. A duality of pleasure and pain overwhelmed your senses, causing you to moan loudly in the quiet space.
âWhereâd you get this from anyway, huh darling?âYour eyes sting and with the current burning of your asscheeks. You try to find time to come up with words that would make sense to effectively reply with. Yet another smack from the bills is what gets the gears operating again. âI asked you a question, darling.â
âI-i-I um deposited it from my bank this morning. Itâs my share from the new restaurant and literally all the money my fatherâs ever given meâ, you rush out.
âOh darling, you poor thing. He rubs onto your sore red flesh to soothe the surface, but the freshness of the burn only makes it hurt worse. âThis is only 10% of what me and your father make combined, and thatâs saying a lot.â He throws it back in the front as if it were worthless, which to him it probably mightâve been.
You remain silent. But of course down inside youâre pissed at your father, and yet whatâs new?
You just wanted to feel loved. It was as if the universe sent Yunho the supersonic signal as he began kissing up your neck, stopping at your earlobes to give them small nibbles. âOh, what should I do with you, honey. What do you really need huh?â
âYunnie, please. You waddle your knees backward into the leather seats, finding a way to press into his hard-on that he dodges from your hole. âI just- I need you inside me now, please.â
âOkay, darling. No more teasing okay?â He leans backward, using the hands he once had on you back in their place into your cheeks to spread them apart. âCan you open your legs a bit more father for me?â In eagerness, you obey. âGorgeous baby, good job. Are you okay?â
âYes.â
âGood. Iâm gonna stretch you out a bit with my fingers, Just by the looks of it youâll have me coming in seconds, but Yunnie wants you for just a bit longer than that.â
Youâre wanted.
So, are you ready darling?â
Youâre going to feel loved.
âJust fucking do it already, please.â
He spits onto your opening, followed by the sleek material of his gloved finger entering your hole with smooth sailing thanks to the lubricant he provided. Unbelievably so, his finger grows deeper which feels to have no end. In a few more seconds after that, he reached a certain spot that made your body jerk uncontrollably and he halted his intrusion. âF-fuckkk. Right there baby.â you roll your hips, âthat feels so fucking amazing.â
His concern is replaced by pride to hear he could make you feel good doing barely anything at all. âOh, I see. That explains why youâre squeezing around it so tightly baby, but maybe we should add another to get you where I need you.â
âYes, please do.â
He wiggles about finger inside you making you feel like you have unlimited proximity in the tight space. Just like the first, he glazes upon that sweet spot, making you whine aloud in pure pleasure. âJust one more baby, you can do one more right?â
You blink rapidly in a daze, slightly rolling your hips to gain more of the addictive feeling. âYes Yunnie, give it to me. Give me more please.â
âOf course my dear. You asked so kindly after all.â Just as requested, another smooth gloved finger dived into your hole, opening you with a wide stretch. He memorizes the exact area that makes you squeal. Massaging it, pinching it, and puncturing stimulation with fingered thrust.
Needless to say, you were feeling very pleased and wanting more as you move your hips further backward where your ass cheek meets his palm. penetrating his fingers in and out as you please. âMust be the desperation kicking in huh baby? You need something bigger and deeper donât you?â
You look back at him and the way his fingers disappear into your opening. âHow many times do you want me to tell you that I want you to fuck me?â
He bites his lip, using the non gloved hand to grip an asscheek and inject his fingers into it at a fast pace like heâs preparing a Thanksgiving turkey. After a few minutes, the rush slows down and stops, leaving you breathless and sobbing with your back arched extensively.
âThat will be the last time. Thereâs just one thing I have to do so I can give you what you want.â Just like with the stack of cash earlier, you hear a rumbling in the front seat as Yunho reaches to grab yet another item. It gave you a lot of food for thought about how creatively heâd used it in your sex craze.
The new uprising of growing need between your legs in excitement causes you to feel impatient. You look over your shoulder to tell him you cannot wait any longer, but a firm hand turns your head back forward. âKeep your head right there baby, Yunnie will give you what you want real soon okay?â You tongue your cheek, letting go out the most tiresome groan, that was, until you choked up on something enclosed on your neck.
You dig your nails into the backseat for stability while you bring up your other hand to get a feel of what was holding you from breathing. You feel that itâs a cloth material, then a knot with two long pieces attached, oh you know itâs aâŠ
âOh, you kinky mother-â you say in a hoarse breath, but your speech is cut off when your yank upward, and simultaneously, all of Yunho's girthy cock split you wide open. ââŠfucker!â
âI am going to fuck you, but I just want to let you know that this is how I planned on taming you. Yes, itâs kinky, but Iâm sure youâll take pleasure in it because contrary to life, I think you liked being controlled, but only during sex, hm?â
Correct.
It was the only time youâve felt wanted and cared for, and given thatâs Yunho knows your background, it wasnât that shocking for him to connect the dots. You probably have your moments of dominance at times just to feel powerful right?
You pointed to the tie around your neck, as it was getting a little too hard to breathe, limiting your communication. Yunho being attentive as he is, takes notice and loosens it up.
A few coughs are released from your throat, as your chest heaves with large intakes of breath. You turn your head to look into Yunhoâs eyes, reaching back to touch his muscular thighs, and underneath his cheeks. âYou bet your sweet ass I do.â
He grins in amusement, moving to just a few pecks into your lips. âHmmm. Who knew daddyâs only child could be such a slut huh? Getting railed in the back seat of his Rolls Royce? You are really naughty.â
You pull your chin back, grinning mischievously as you shrug your shoulders, rubbing your ass in the base of his cock. âWhat the fuck are you going to do about it?â
Yunho grabs onto the tie once more, letting out quiet âtsksâ as his tongue clicks in his mouth. âOh, darling.â An expected tightening of his tie tightens around your neck once more, but what you didnât expect is for him to hammer into you, his hips meeting your ass in head-on collisions with no end. The indents from his nail piercing were still bruised, but the pleasure overtook all feeling.
Youâre whining sounds hoarse, as overstimulation started to creep in, but your words are incoherent to all ears. âWhat was that baby? I couldnât hear the shit talking over your choking. He leans forward with his cherry lips on the shell of your ear. âOr had my cock reached so far to your brain that you canât even speak?â
He kisses your cheeks and loosens the tie. You nearly fall forward as he never stops pounding into you, but he upholds you by the strength of his large hand on your upper arms. âFuck me harder, please. Fuck me stupid Yunnie, I donât care!â
Just as your yelling is ceased he pulls out of your enlarged hole, pulling you down to be seated on his lap facing forward. Once seated your eyes make a connection with his through the rearview mirror as it usually does on any drive. The both of you watch each others jaw-dropping expressions as his cock enters you once more scrumptiously piercing through you with an addicting burn.
âOne of the worldâs national treasures, this tight fucking hole.â After that was said, he waste no time digging for gold, hammering every ounce of cum he had in him.
âYes just like that Yunnie! I'm so fucking close" You speak through the mirror, your body bouncing, making it hard to concentrate, but more importantly, it draws his attention even more for you. âGive me all your cum, make me your slut.â
He groans into your ear, ejaculating his semen deep into the darkest depths of you body, that awakens it to the light.
âThat mightâve been the hardest Iâve ever came in my life.â
He pulls out from your opening, giving you the chance to slide into the other seat. âNo fucking kidding. Lesson learned: Never judge your fatherâs chauffeur by his professional cover, because he might have good dick.â You both laugh exhaustedly through heaving breaths, watching each other's naked bodies shake like the effect of another orgasm.
After it dies down, silence creeps in once again as it did before this all started. The sounds of ruffled clothes provide a few timeskips until itâs back to reality. âSo-â, Yunho begins, âwith this whole plan youâve been test drivingâŠwas this supposed to be a part of it?â
You frown, recognizing the puppy dog face under the disheveled black strands before his sex drive took control. âOh Yunnie, of course not.â You place a hand on his bare thigh, this time for the solution of comfort. âIâve always wanted you taking me like this, and as for my plans for today⊠I wouldnât have imagined to have come to this point.â You lean close to his side and whisper, âLiterally.â
Yunho breathes out a light chuckle, and stares at your hand at your thigh intensely, causing you to want to remove it as a result. âBesides the sex jokes. Got any regrets?â
With an immediate shake of ânoâ on your head you say, âHell no.â However, when you see Yunho's bland reaction to your response, you become compelled to ask him the same question. âAre you regretting it? There must be something since you asked.â
âNo.â He says matter-of-factly. âIâm just⊠conflicted is all. Iâve always taken a liking to you, and I grew more fond of the personality that grew behind the legacy thing. Youâve always had goals of your own.â As you prepare to thank him for his praise, you notice that he opens his mouth once more. âBut then again, my support for you risk the possibility of me losing my job, and then Iâd have to choose.â
As your interest peaks in his last choice words in his confession, you turn to him in your seat. âChoose? What choice would you even have to make?â
âDonât you know? Itâs either youâŠor your father.â
âYunho⊠you should never be given that ultimatum, or use it against yourself. If pleasing my father is your priority, then you should pursue that, but Iâll never be the second choice. Iâve lived through that already.â
He's slow to respond when he mends through contemplation, absorbing all of the information that contradicts what he has been manipulated with by your father. You pick up his habit of rubbing his hands over his clothed thighs when he has something to work through in his mind.
Having grown uncomfortable with the sudden change of mood sitting next to him, you grab the door handle to go back and sit in front.âLetâs just get to that hotel and forget all of it, fathers still expecting youâŠâ
Just as you were leaving, you feel a warm chest make contact with your back, and a large ring-dressed hand makes its way in front of you, touching your hand on the door handle.âI know what I want more, but Iâm afraid to make the choice.â His deep voice rings in your ear, echoing sound waves down each vertebra of your spine.
In response, you turn with your head down, afraid to look into his eyes as he rejects you. âThen you donât really want it Yunho, because if you did, youâd do anything in your power to get it, no matter the cost.â
He removed his hand from the door handle, pulling it back in what you did not expect to occur- Yunho grasping the left side of your chin to confront you face to face. âI want youâŠcan I have you, please? In the long run, just like you said?â
Your heart squeezes harder in your chest, fueling more ounces of blood by the second from his sweet confession. The imagery of his messy black mullet, his sparkling eye jewelry, and his wrinkled white shirt contrast with his despair. âSoâŠyour choosing me? Just like that?â
He shrugs, looking over the details of your face, smiling as he memorizes every square inch. âIâd say that I need longer to think about it, but my mind is already made up.â His thumb pressed against your chin, uplifting your head to look deport into his eyes. âSo yes, Iâm choosing you, darling. Can I have you?â
You take advantage of closed distance to exchange peach-flavored lips, sloppily trading tongues and groaning each other's names in between.
It was the best decision youâve ever made, a chance for freedom, to forge your own path, and to be someone outside of your father's shadow. Jeong Yunho was your window to the world, giving you the courage to take on a journey of your own and find what you truly wanted in life.
âFuck.â You mutter pressing into Yunho's chest as he makes the kiss deeper with a âMhmmm.â
But itâs not what you said in means to spoken pleasure, but there was something you both kept forgetting. âNo wait-, you push away from his lips with the palm of your hand on his chest, âHow am I supposed to explain this? I donât want you to get fired so soon.â
He chuckles, reaching up to fix the collar of your jumpsuit, grinning at your uneasy expression. âYouâre just now thinking about that huh? Donât worry baby, Iâll do the fancy talking.â
Smiling in relief, you took hold of his collar and pushed him against the seat, crawling into his lap as before, yet facing him with the front of your body. âI would be more than happy to do the dirty talking for you, Mr. Jeong. Would you like to take another 'spin around the block'?â
âYouâre gonna give me a ride now baby? Take control?â He bites his lip in anticipation, playing with his tie that was loosely wrapped around your neck, squeezing the bouncy flesh on your thighs.
âThatâs right, you say smoothing your hand up his damp white button-up shirt and over his abs, unbuttoning the clasps to undress him yourself this time. âI am my fatherâs child, control runs naturally in my blood.â
âWell then...â He grins, Iâll be sure to buckle in tight darling.â
* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË* à©â©â§âË * à©â©â§âË*
END
Much love,
Xoxo
PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY ORIGINAL WORKS, reblogs are appreciated and accepted. Stealing and modifying my work or publishing out on other platforms is not.
©ïž1117feverlessdreams, 2023
#ateez au#kpop smut#yunho smut#delulu#1117feverlessdreams#100 notes#200 notes#m: yunho#ateez yunho#yunho x reader#spotify
259 notes
·
View notes
Text
@flashfictionfridayofficial
BBC Sherlock.
It is what it is
"I cheated on Mary," said John, as his eyes welled up, and in came the monologue to a non-existent person, presumably Mary.
Sherlock followed John's gaze and stopped at an empty corner of the sitting room of their flat. Well, his flat, technically, because John wasn't here anymore.
All he could conclude was that John was not okay.
"Who you think I am, is the man I want to be," John continued.
Sherlock turned to look from the empty corner to John's face, pressing his lips together with utter heartbreak. Sherlock had always admired John's medical skills, his combat skills, his sense of authority, his sense of humour, and the list could go on forever.
Mary was not even in the picture when Sherlock began to look up to him and admire him.
Was that not enough?
The image of John punching and kicking him in the ribs flashed before him. Of course it wasn't enough, thought Sherlock and chuckled mirthlessly in his mind.
Probably because he wasn't a woman, or not human enough for John's liking.
However, anyone with half a brain would laugh at the second possibility, given the fact that he wouldn't have been sitting on this chair if he hadn't revived himself that day, after getting shot by John's own wife.
When John buried his face in his hand and burst into tears, Sherlock thought it didn't matter anymore. He got up as carefully as he could with his wounded back to approach John slowly across the room.
Sherlock felt as though he was in a lion's den, and any wrong move could prove to be fatal. Still, mustering enough courage and physical strength, he approached John and carefully placed his right arm around John's shoulder, and rested his palm on John's nape. He placed his left hand on John's other shoulder and held him gently in his arms. Surprisingly, John not only allowed himself to be hugged, but he also placed his head on Sherlock's chest. Sherlock didn't care about his shirt getting wet because of John's uncontrollable tears.
As Sherlock continued to hold John like he was the most precious thing in the world, he came to a conclusion: perhaps he was wrong to put John on sort of a pedestal for all these years. John had a plethora of qualities, but seeing him through a rose-tinted lens most of the time had been an imperfect sign. An imperfect way of viewing this man.
Ironic, for someone who was a professional detective.
John wasn't perfect; he had a dark side too. The thought was oddly comforting.
Sherlock just wished he hadn't found this out the hard way. But his love for John was far too much to waver, even after everything.
Sherlock pulled John even closer as he buried his nose in John's hair, inhaling his natural scent. Their breathing rate had become in-sync.
Sherlock reluctantly let go of John after some time. John gazed up at him with his beautiful, deep blue eyes, dampened with tears.
Sherlock decided to share his conclusions with him. "Itâs not a pleasant thought, John, but I have this terrible feeling, from time to time, that we might all just be human."
John raised his eyebrows at that with a faint smile. "What, even you?"
Sherlock was not amused at this taunt. "No."
John's smile faded and he just blinked at Sherlock wordlessly.
"Even you."
A moment passed. "Cake?" asked John, all of a sudden.
"Cake." Sherlock nodded.
As he walked across the room to grab his coat to go out with John, Sherlock decided that being John's friend again was the next best thing. The other option, the unthinkable one, was completely off the table now. It never was on the table for John.
Sherlock sighed heavily and wistfully.
Probably for the best, he thought, as he and John walked out of the apartment building to have some cake for his birthday.
Tags: @a-victorian-girl , @lisbeth-kk, @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely , @keirgreeneyes, @totallysilvergirl , @jamielovesjam, @peanitbear, etc.
#johnlock#bbc sherlock#john watson#sherlock holmes#sherlock x john#bittersweet#flash fiction friday#ficlet#fic writing#johnlock ficlet#the lying detective#pov: sherlock holmes#introspection#unrequited love#pining sherlock holmes#angst#platonic friendship#FFF233#imperfect sign
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
âit's a love story
âł chongyun, fanan/bonanus, lyney, wriothesley, and la signora Ă reader (separately) (royalty au!)
âł genre: fluff, hijinks, a bit of crack(chongyun), hurt/comfort(wriothesley and maybe lyney's too), fantasy elements(signora) | wordcount: 1.8k | warnings: reader being a bit presumptuous and assuming(fanan)
âł notes: while writing i did realize that some of these scenarios could happen even without the medieval setting, but i think everyone needs to imagine their favorite characters in a royalty au. at least once. for the aesthetic
âchongyun
if anyone's ever watched gravity falls, think of that episode where dipper explores the northwest mansion with pacifica. it goes something like that
your family, as well as even the servants around the castle, grew wary of things that went bump in the night over the last few years
eventually, they called in an exorcist to get rid of anything with malicious intent
his name was chongyunâ the best of the best in liyue
it was said even the most gruesome of evils steered clear of his presence. and when you first met, you thought it was no wonder
with his icy stare and his imposing ceremonial greatsword, he looked almost surreal as the ghosts themselves
you were tasked with representing your family. you and the exorcist were about the same age, so your parents thought it would help make him more comfortable
once you got to talk to him personally though, that assumption immediately fell flat on its face
as you went through the palace, his coldness didn't seem to waver, no matter how much you tried to lighten the mood. his tone when speaking (limited to one word replies and/or lengthy explanations about evil spirits) was clipped and entirely professional
it didn't take you long to resign to the fact that you were probably annoying him, and so you stopped
chongyun, however, was left stuck asking himself why you'd suddenly started acting so stiffly
as you forlornly inspected an ancient vase, he wondered if he should apologize for.. something? was he being too cold? he hoped not
though chongyun did worry that his long time crush on you would have him combust if he ever stood an inch too close
besides, he was on a job. professionalism, chongyun. professionalism
just ignore the unwanted whisper of the xingqiu devil on his shoulder urging him to talk to you
he could do that later
maybe. hopefully
his friend would have definitely been having a field day if he saw him now, fumbling over himself about whether or not to initiate a conversation
you, however, had absolutely no clue what chongyun was glaring at the wall about. the mural maybe? was that cursed? you sidled up to chongyun's side and voiced your question to him
if you knew him any better, you'd recognize the vague pink creeping up his cheeks
âbonanus / fanan
you'd initially thought she was a.. strange choice to be assigned as your personal knight
to be honest, you used to think she was one of the nurses. you often saw her in the infirmary, her deep blue hair and pretty smile catching your eye quite easily
fanan's frame was slender, but with the way she carried herself, anyone might guess she was a member of the royal household like you
you couldn't imagine her in all that clunky armor, swinging a hefty sword against the other warriors. you had thought she was too soft-hearted for that
that was a misjudgement on your part
the first spar you witnessed her partake in was when she was training one of her subordinates
the first thing you were wrong about was her weaponâ fanan didn't have a sword, no
she had two
long, elegant twin dao sword with carvings of the waves and ocean legends from the hilt to the iron of the blades. the metal was such a beautiful silver it could pass for blue under a certain light
the second thing you were wrong about?
fanan had no use for armor, apparently
she flowed as easily as water, practically dancing around her opponent in a blur of blue
her blades, the seafoam and her azure apparel, the current; she was a tsunami crashing into the tide
her opponent fell before a minute passed
"you've improved." yet she smiled at them, as sweet as ever
you had to hold yourself back from voicing your bafflement. improved? at this rate, you felt you might as well could have fired every other knight at the palace
"i noticed you stop to watch earlier."
it was only after fully checking in on her subordinate did she ask for your thoughts
"what did you think, your grace? was my performance to your liking?"
you could only blink at her
"y..your grace?"
"iâ" you cleared your throat. "um.. yes. yes, it was. more than satisfactory, i think. you are quite skilled, sir bonanus"
then she beamed at your words
your heart fluttered
âlyney
in lyney's words, you were a noble of many treasures, and a bouquet of even brighter blossoms. you sometimes found his riveting manner of speech a bit difficult to understand, but that statement was thankfully not one of them
you thought the notion of having a jester was a bit silly. but you didn't have any other way to describe him either
you supposed magician worked well enough
to start, the court of fontaine was simply enamored with him. who wouldn't be?
a charming fellow from humble origins, rising up with nothing but the little mora in his pocket and the support of his family to keep him afloat. and he'd made it. in no time at all, he was a regular presence on the stage of the opera epiclese.
and while the court of fontaine was enraptured with the magician, lyney himself found himself enraptured by you
he didn't believe in love at first sight, but he knew when he was smitten
you came to every show. every night. he even caught a glimpse of your watching eyes during one of his smaller performances
the immediate night after, the opera's crowd was in complete shambles by the end of his tricks, when a single rainbow rose had been thrown into the crowd by his very hand
it had landed in your lap, just as planned
the look you shared that night was the talk of the entire kingdom for weeks
as for you.. well, he made you laugh. what else was there to say?
soon enough, lyney was giving out backstage passes (pass-es, he told lynette. but she saved him the trouble and requested you to come by herself)
you grew close quickly. lyney seemed like an easy person to get close to, after all. he was a devoted suitor as well; never passing up every opportunity to try and impress you or tell you how grateful he was to you for even looking his way
every performance after that concluded with a rainbow rose in your hand. sometimes even several
your visits to the house of the hearth (previously only for business) increased in number
so when the order came from father to get even closer to you and sleuth about your estate and properties, lyney's heart just about stopped in his chest
âwriothesley
you knew each other for as long as you could remember
he was just a random servant boy in the castle that liked keeping you company. you, in turn, had no complaints. he was fun, if not unpredictable, and a welcome interruption to the rigid palace routine
to him, you were like an angel. he called it the luck of the gods themselves that you wanted to play with him at all when they were kids
with the crown on your head as a halo, the cadence of your voice was your song. you always smelled so nice, and your hands were so soft. your smile, however, was the most stunning. the sight of it almost gave him a sense of pride, knowing that more often than not, it had appeared because of him
you were inseparable, and everyone hated it. especially your parents
it was almost ironic. of all the people to have figured out how the two of you felt about each other first, it had to be the ones that needed you apart the most
he didn't exactly help his own case, what with his smart mouth and knack for getting in trouble. it came as no surprise that he was at the receiving end of someone's scolding quite often. you just hadn't expected it to get so far
the trial went by you in a blur of whispers
"i always knew he was trouble" "what a dreadful child" "how unfortunate"
you couldn't sit still, practically leaning over the rail to look at him. you wanted to snap at your family gossiping behind you. you wanted to jump over the rail and run to your best friend. your only friend. you wanted to yell at him. you wanted to comfort him. you wanted to grab him by the hand and run off somewhere no one could catch you
and he wasn't even looking at you
if only you'd known what he was thinking in those moments. that the mere sight of you at the edge of his vision had him near tears
"i'll come back to you. i'll come back." he repeated to himself every night after that before he fell asleep, dreaming of you
years passed. wriothesley never forgot
now the duke of the fortress he was exiled to, he ran back to the overworld the first chance he had
as soon as he saw you on the streets of the city, he knew
and as soon as you caught sight of him, staring longingly after you across the street, you did too
âla signora
the signora lohefalter was a mysterious woman
the fair lady. an esteemed member of the snezhnayan court. from the way she dressed, the way she carried herself, the way she spoke, it could be said she was the very definition of the word 'luxuriant'.
between the two of you, it had started with a spark
on her end, a spark of interest
you were a bold one. whether you were a lowly servant, a fellow noble, or somewhere in between, you had a certain look in your eye. one of unyielding fire
it drew her in, this mirror of her own disposition
the court was often a rather desolate place to be. the people flew by and drifted off, colder than the wind. your heat was tantalizing to her. and eventually, she learned to crave your warmth
on your end however, the spark was rather literal
witchcraft was forbidden in all but written law. so when you caught the slightest lick of light escaping the signora's ungloved hands, you weren't quite sure what to do
she'd caught your gaze with an amused smile
"you look like you've seen a ghost, y/n."
not quite
it was an odd game of cat and mouse. it was as if the mouse bared fangs, and the cat was left to do nothing but scramble to catch it
it might take a while longer for her to accept her own feelings if you weren't a noble, or draped in finery from head to toe
but when she does, she claims the feelings with conviction. no matter how much longer it will take for the two of you to end your little game, it's clear what's going on to any outsider watching the two of you
maybe it wasn't so much that you wanted her caught. maybe you just wanted to know why. you've voiced this curiosity to her once, in one of your attempts to obtain a confession
she smiled again, in that coy, oh-so-innocent way that she did. she'd tell you, but.. well, you already knew, didn't you? what was there to tell?
and could you really blame her if she enjoyed the way you looked as you chased her down?
dividers from @clutteredfun
#mine#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader#my writing#headcanons#chongyun#gi chongyun#fanan#bonanus#gi lyney#lyney#wriothesley#gi wriothesley#la signora#gi la signora#chongyun x reader#gi chongyun x reader#bonanus x reader#fanan x reader#lyney x reader#gi lyney x reader#wriothesley x reader#gi wriothesley x reader#la signora x reader#signora x reader#gi la signora x reader
77 notes
·
View notes
Text
"Unlock Your Best Hair Yet: Black Friday Bonanza! Save Up to 60% on Premium Professional Hair Styling Tools! Elevate Your Collection with Cutting-Edge Hair Dryers and Irresistible Hair Irons. Limited Stock, Maximum Glamour â Seize the Style!"
Discover the secret to flawless hair transformations with our exclusive Black Friday sale, where the hottest deals on top-tier professional hair styling tools await you! Elevate your styling game and achieve salon-quality results at home with our premium selection of hair dryers and hair irons, all at jaw-dropping discounts of up to 60%.
đ Why You Can't Miss This: âš Unbeatable Discounts: Enjoy savings of up to 60% on the finest professional hair tools, making it the perfect time to upgrade your collection. âš Salon-Quality Results: Experience the power of cutting-edge technology with our premium hair dryers and irons, designed to deliver flawless styling every time. âš Limited Stock, Maximum Glamour: Hurry, as these exclusive deals won't last forever! Don't miss your chance to enhance your beauty arsenal and step into the spotlight with confidence. âš Expert-Approved: Trusted by professionals, our collection of hair styling tools is curated to meet the highest standards, ensuring you achieve stunning results effortlessly.
đ„ Featured Deals:
Signature Hair Dryers: Blow away the competition with our state-of-the-art hair dryers, engineered for fast drying and maximum shine.
Sleek Hair Irons: Transform your look with our premium hair irons, crafted for precision styling and long-lasting results.
đ How to Shop:
Browse our online store and explore the curated collection of professional hair styling tools.
Add your favorite items to the cart.
Use code BFGLAMOUR at checkout to unlock exclusive Black Friday discounts.
Enjoy fast shipping and get ready to flaunt your fabulous, salon-worthy hair!
Upgrade your styling game, indulge in self-care, and embrace the Black Friday glam. Don't wait â these deals are too hot to handle! Seize the style and make this Black Friday your most beautiful one yet! đââïžâš
#best flat irons#flat iron professional#best professional flat iron#best conditioner#steam hair straightener#best hair products#best shampoo#beauty#fashion#hair
0 notes
Note
I just saw your Barbie jacket and fell in love, such beautiful work!
I want to get into sewing but have no idea where to start, do you have any tips?
Yes! FYI, I had the privilege of learning to sew at a really young age, around 10-12, thanks to 1) learning the basics from my mum 2) having a second-hand sewing machine I could futz around on as I pleased. But I truly think anyone can learn to sew, it does not have to be a childhood skill.
If you want to try it out before committing to buying anything except fabric, there are almost always community or adult education classes or courses that can teach you basics on their machines. Depends where you live but you might find them through your local community college or high school night class, library, YMCA/community centre, or even by asking at a fabric/craft store.
I highly recommend taking a couple of classes if you're a complete beginner - they can teach things like laying out and cutting patterns, threading a machine, the basic stitch and finishing options, etc. Often they can also teach you how to use your own machine, if you've bought one but you're a beginner.
If you want to try at home, at minimum you will need:
A basic sewing machine - you can very often find good second-hand machines online (ebay, craigslist, local buy/sell Facebook pages). Mine is a Janome and I've had it for almost 20 years, but the old 70s steel Singer machines are fantastic in terms of longevity.
A pair of reasonably sharp fabric scissors. You do not need to pay a million dollars for the best scissors, but going up a level from basic craft scissors, and keeping them only for cutting fabric (no paper) will make your cutting-out experience a lot easier.
A packet of sewing pins. For pinning down patterns and seams. I like the glass-head pins since they don't melt if you iron over them.
A tape measure for measuring yourself and checking your seam width, hems, etc.
An iron and ironing board (or table with a thick towel laid down, if space is a real problem).
A flat surface to lay out and cut your fabric - dining table or floor both work fine.
A needle for hand-sewing - to sew on things like buttons.
A box of empty bobbins to wind your bobbin thread onto.
In terms of patterns - there are a huge range of indie pattern companies online now (meaning they're not the big commercial patternmakers like Butterick). Most often, you can buy their patterns as a PDF and print it out on your home computer. In all honesty I much prefer indie patterns to commercial - they're often a lot more up to date with style, and usually not as expensive - but they can also be limited in terms of sizing, the range of style options, and some people really like a printed paper pattern instead of having to print your own. I recommend Papercut Patterns as an indie option that's great for beginners.
Indie instructions can also sometimes be a bit confusing (I find Etsy patterns the worst for this) although often you can email them and ask - or Google "[name of pattern] sew along" for a video tutorial. You can also find step by step video or blog post tutorials for pretty much every sewing technique, including things like putting in a zip, sewing buttonholes, etc.
Once you've picked your pattern, you'll obviously need fabric. There are a million people online who espouse the virtue of sewing with old bedsheets from thrift stores; in all honesty I don't love doing this because 1) I get a huge amount of joy from beautiful fabrics 2) if you want to make things that look 'professional'/store-bought, bedsheet cotton is not always your best friend. BUT it is probably the cheapest option for fabric, and a very good way to start or to test that a pattern fits and you know how to make it before you cut it out in the nice linen that cost $30 a yard. Using thrifted fabric is also obviously really eco-conscious, although a lot of fabric stores (especially independent ones vs chain stores like Spotlight or Joann) make a point of selling 'deadstock' fabric - fabric leftover from a clothing designer's run.
That's probably enough to start, honestly just fuck around and have fun with it, screw up a few times, lean into the imperfection. I still regularly scrap projects that aren't working for me, no shame in doing so as long as you're enjoying yourself!
30 notes
·
View notes
Text
Work it Bestie!
It's not every day you get to do a professional makeover for your best friend! Oh, who am I kidding, Sugar and I do this for fun all the time. And before you ask, no, I don't give discounts for friends and family. Thankfully Sugar understands the grind, and the value of my work.
I suggested she put that flat iron down, put her hair up in a high pony to show off her natural waves! And her eyes are so gorgeous, look at the volume of those lashes! Let's ditch the 24/7 sunglasses girl. A nice neutral eye palette to accentuate those hazel beauties, and a more toned down lip colour to complement her golden undertones.
I gave her a couple new options for formal wear to don for work events, and hopefully soon, the red carpet! I'm telling you, Sugar's voice is heavenly. She's just gotta step out of a certain someone's shadow. Show them what you're made of Sugar - us it girls are more than just arm candy.
~ XOXO, Tami
I put Sugar into the singing career as soon as I set up my game. She deserves MORE! Just look at her!
Now Kai is another story. if he didn't have his DOGS out all the time, maybe I'd have given him more depth in my Bridgeport, but he's just being mad disrespectful. At least paywall them, dude. You're supposed to be good at this gold digger stuff!
#TFA#the sims 3#sims 3#ts3#the sims 3 simblr#sims 3 simblr#ts3 simblr#simblr#the sims 3 simmer#sims 3 simmer#ts3 simmer#the sims 3 screenshots#sims 3 screenshots#ts3 screenshots#sims3#sims3 screenshots#the sims 3 gameplay#sims 3 gameplay#ts3 gameplay#sims3 gameplay
7 notes
·
View notes
Text
Achieve Perfect Hair: The Best Keratin Hair Products You Need to Try
Keratin has become a buzzword in the beauty industry, especially when it comes to hair care. This protein, which is naturally found in your hair, skin, and nails, plays a crucial role in maintaining the strength, elasticity, and overall health of your hair. However, with the constant exposure to heat styling, chemical treatments, and environmental pollutants, the natural keratin in your hair can become depleted, leading to frizz, breakage, and dullness. Thatâs where best keratin hair products come in designed to replenish and fortify your hair, these products can help you achieve the smooth, shiny, and healthy hair youâve always desired.
In this article, we'll explore the best keratin hair products available on the market, tailored for different hair types and concerns. By the end, youâll have a comprehensive guide to help you select the right keratin products for your hair care routine.
The Importance of Keratin in Hair Care
Before diving into the best keratin hair products, itâs essential to understand what keratin is and why itâs vital for your hair.
Keratin is a fibrous protein that serves as the main structural element of your hair. It acts as a protective layer, shielding your hair from damage caused by external factors like UV radiation, pollution, and chemical treatments. Additionally, keratin helps maintain the strength and elasticity of your hair, preventing breakage and split ends.
Over time, however, your hairâs natural keratin can break down due to various factors, including:
Heat Styling: Frequent use of flat irons, curling irons, and blow dryers can strip your hair of its natural keratin, leaving it brittle and prone to damage.
Chemical Treatments: Coloring, perming, and relaxing treatments can weaken the hairâs structure, depleting its keratin content.
Environmental Factors: Exposure to sun, wind, and pollution can cause your hair to lose its natural keratin, leading to dryness and frizz.
To counteract these effects, best products for curly frizzy hair are formulated to replenish and restore the keratin in your hair, providing strength, smoothness, and shine.
The Best Keratin Hair Products for Every Hair Type
When it comes to selecting the best keratin hair products, itâs important to consider your hair type and specific needs. Here, weâve rounded up the top keratin products for various hair types, from fine and oily to thick and curly.
1. Keratin Shampoos
Why You Need It: A keratin-infused shampoo is the foundation of a keratin hair care routine. It gently cleanses your hair while infusing it with essential proteins that repair and strengthen the strands.
Top Picks:
Keratin Complex Keratin Care Shampoo: This sulfate-free formula is ideal for daily use, especially for those with color-treated hair.
OGX Ever Straightening + Brazilian Keratin Therapy Shampoo: Infused with coconut oil, avocado oil, and cocoa butter, this shampoo smooths the hair and reduces frizz, making it perfect for thick, coarse hair.
How to Use: Apply the shampoo to wet hair, massage it into the scalp, and rinse thoroughly. Follow up with a keratin conditioner for best results.
2. Keratin Conditioners
Why You Need It: A keratin conditioner complements your keratin shampoo by adding an extra layer of moisture and protection. It helps detangle the hair, reduce frizz, and enhance shine.
Top Picks:
Itâs a 10 Miracle Deep Conditioner Plus Keratin: This rich conditioner is packed with keratin, vitamins, and botanical extracts that deeply nourish and repair damaged hair. Itâs particularly beneficial for those with dry, damaged, or chemically treated hair.
Well straight professional  Conditioner: This budget-friendly option delivers five smoothing benefitsâanti-frizz, detangling, shine, softness, and taming flyawaysâmaking it a great choice for everyday use.
How to Use: After shampooing, apply the conditioner from mid-lengths to ends. Wash after 10 mins .
3. Keratin Hair Masks
Why You Need It: A keratin hair mask is a deep conditioning treatment that provides intensive repair and hydration. Itâs a must-have for anyone with severely damaged or over-processed hair.
Top Picks:
Well Straight professional Hair Mask: Itâs ideal for repairing hair thatâs been damaged by chemical treatments or heat styling.
CHI Keratin Reconstructing Mask: This luxurious mask is formulated with natural keratin, silk, and oils that rebuild the hairâs structure and restore elasticity. Itâs perfect for restoring life to dull, brittle hair.
How to Use: Apply the mask to clean, damp hair, focusing on the mid-lengths and ends. Leave it on for 5-10 minutes (or longer for a more intense treatment) before rinsing thoroughly. Use it once a week or as needed.
4. Keratin Serums
Why You Need It: A keratin serum is a lightweight, leave-in product that provides instant smoothing and shine. Itâs great for taming frizz, protecting against heat damage, and adding a glossy finish to your hair.
Top Picks:
Keratin Research Argan Oil Infused Keratin Serum: This serum combines the benefits of keratin and argan oil to smooth and nourish the hair, reducing frizz and enhancing shine. Itâs perfect for all hair types, especially those prone to frizz.
Paul Mitchell Super Skinny Serum: This cult-favorite serum speeds up drying time while smoothing and conditioning the hair. Itâs lightweight and non-greasy, making it ideal for fine to medium hair.
How to Use: Apply a small amount of serum to damp or dry hair, focusing on the ends and any areas prone to frizz. Style as usual.
5. Keratin Leave-In Conditioners
Why You Need It: A keratin leave-in conditioner provides ongoing nourishment and protection throughout the day. It helps detangle hair, reduce frizz, and shield it from heat and environmental damage.
Top Picks:
Pureology Colour Fanatic Leave-In Conditioner: This multi-tasking spray offers 21 benefits, including color protection, heat protection, and keratin-infused moisture. Itâs a great option for color-treated hair.
KĂ©rastase Discipline Fluidissime Anti-Frizz Spray: This leave-in conditioner tames frizz, smooths the hair, and adds shine, making it perfect for humid climates. Itâs lightweight enough for fine hair but effective on all hair types.
How to Use: Spray the leave-in conditioner onto damp hair before styling. It can also be used on dry hair to refresh and smooth between washes.
6. Keratin Hair Oils
Why You Need It: Keratin hair oils are perfect for adding the finishing touch to your styling routine. They provide moisture, reduce frizz, and add a healthy shine to your hair.
Top Picks:
L'OrĂ©al Paris Elvive Extraordinary Oil Deep Nourishing Treatment: This affordable hair oil is infused with a blend of oils, including coconut, sunflower, and soybean, to deeply nourish and protect the hair. Itâs suitable for all hair types, particularly dry or damaged hair.
Bumble and bumble Hairdresserâs Invisible Oil: This lightweight oil is packed with six nourishing oils, including coconut, argan, and macadamia, to soften, detangle, and protect the hair. Itâs perfect for adding shine without weighing the hair down.
How to Use: Apply a few drops of hair oil to the ends of your hair after styling to add shine and smoothness. It can also be used as a pre-shampoo treatment for added hydration.
How to Incorporate Keratin Hair Products into Your Routine
To get the most out of your keratin hair products, itâs essential to use them correctly and consistently. Hereâs a simple guide to incorporating keratin into your hair care routine:
Start with a Keratin Shampoo: Use a keratin-infused shampoo to cleanse your hair and prepare it for conditioning and treatment. This helps to remove any buildup and ensures that your hair can absorb the maximum benefits of the keratin products.
Follow with a Keratin Conditioner: After shampooing, apply a keratin conditioner to lock in moisture and add a protective layer to your hair. This step is crucial for keeping your hair smooth, shiny, and frizz-free.
Use a Keratin Hair Mask Weekly: Once a week, treat your hair to a deep-conditioning keratin mask. This will provide intensive repair and hydration, keeping your hair strong and healthy.
Apply a Keratin Serum or Leave-In Conditioner: After washing your hair, apply a keratin serum or leave-in conditioner to protect it from heat damage and environmental stressors. This step also helps to detangle and smooth your hair, making it easier to style.
Finish with a Keratin Hair Oil: For an extra boost of shine and smoothness, apply a few drops of keratin hair oil to the ends of your hair. This will give your hair a polished, frizz-free finish.
Conclusion
Achieving perfect hair doesnât have to be a daunting task, especially with the right keratin hair products in your arsenal. Whether youâre dealing with frizz, dryness, or damage, incorporating keratin into your hair care routine can make a world of difference. From best shampoo for damaged hair and conditioners to masks, serums, and oils, the best keratin hair
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
Common Flat Iron Mistakes to Avoid for Healthier Hair
Introduction
Achieving sleek, salon-quality hair at home has become easier than ever with the availability of professional-grade hair straighteners like the H2Pro Silk Flat Iron. However, even with the best tools at your disposal, it's essential to avoid common flat iron mistakes to maintain the health and vitality of your hair. In this article, we'll explore these mistakes and offer tips on how to achieve healthier, smoother hair with your hair straightener professional.
Neglecting Heat Protection
One of the gravest mistakes you can make while using a professional straightener is skipping the heat protectant spray. High temperatures can damage the hair cuticle, leading to dryness, breakage, and split ends. Always apply a heat protectant product before using your H2Pro Silk Flat Iron or any other hair straightener professional. This forms a protective barrier, shielding your hair from excessive heat and ensuring it remains healthy and glossy.
Setting the Temperature Too High
Another common blunder is cranking up the heat setting to the maximum. While it might seem like a quicker route to straight hair, excessively high temperatures can cause severe damage. It's crucial to select the right temperature for your hair type. Thin or fine hair requires lower heat settings, while thicker or coarser hair can handle higher temperatures. The H2Pro Silk Flat Iron offers adjustable heat settings, allowing you to tailor the temperature to your specific needs, making it one of the best professional hair straighteners.
Skipping Hair Prep
Proper hair preparation is key to achieving that sleek, straight look. Begin by washing and conditioning your hair to ensure it's clean and well-moisturized. Towel-dry your hair thoroughly before using your professional steam hair straightener. Wet or damp hair can cause sizzling and damage when in contact with hot plates, so always make sure your hair is completely dry.
Rushing the Process
Impatience is a common pitfall when using a hair straightener professional. Rushing through the straightening process not only reduces its effectiveness but also increases the risk of hair damage. Take your time and work in small sections, ensuring that each strand gets the attention it deserves. Slow, steady passes with the H2Pro Silk Flat Iron yield better results and healthier hair.
Not Cleaning Your Straightener
Maintaining your professional straightener is essential for both its longevity and the health of your hair. Product residue and hair oils can accumulate on the flat iron plates over time, causing uneven heating and potential damage to your hair. Regularly clean your H2Pro Silk Flat Iron as per the manufacturer's instructions to ensure optimal performance and safety.
Overusing Your Straightener
Using your hair straightener too frequently can lead to overexposure to heat, resulting in hair damage. Ideally, try to limit your straightening sessions to a few times a week. On days when you're not straightening, embrace your hair's natural texture or opt for heatless styling methods to maintain its health.
Conclusion
When used correctly, a professional steam hair straightener like the H2Pro Silk Flat Iron can help you achieve stunning, sleek hair without sacrificing its health. By avoiding common flat iron mistakes such as neglecting heat protection, excessive heat settings, skipping hair prep, rushing the process, neglecting cleaning, and overusing your straightener, you can ensure that your hair remains radiant, smooth, and damage-free. With these tips in mind, you can make the most of your best professional hair straightener while prioritizing the well-being of your locks.
0 notes