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Banana Spa

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 9.6k

summary: you decide to treat your boyfriend to an at home spa day before he leaves for tour again :)

warnings/themes: established relationship, sugary sweet fluff ???¿ who am i??¿, briefly sad??, light sub/dom dynamics, soft dom nick, sub reader, massage, praise kink?, pet names sorry not sorry, bathtub sex, use of a shower head, v fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, pnv (unprotected), riding, semi-realistic? aftercare, caregiver nick, MUSHY SORRY, again nick has a big fat one, don’t think too hard about the logistics ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n; this originally began as a nice short fluffy piece but... alas, the sad and horny demons took hostage 😅 it's just who i am okay 😭 only sad for a bit though! kinda

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

You stamped a knee at each side of Nick’s sides, settling yourself in his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips to have something to anchor to.

“Alright babe you gotta cooperate with me, okay?” You giggled, taking his cheeks in your hands.

He blinked up at you with his aqua eyes gleaming, so enamored with you to even care what you were doing in his lap, simply happy that you were there.

You began brushing hair out of his face and gathering it into a low, untethered bun to expose the entirety of his features. He was beautiful, nothing new to you of course, but at times like then, you couldn’t help but be awe-struck of him. He was yours and you were his.

You reached over to the table beside you to pick up some toner and soaking a cotton round with the liquid. You took it to his face, starting at his cheekbones. He hissed at the coldness of it against his warm skin.

“This smells so… chemically, are you sure it’s safe?” He asked as a half-joke and with a slightly nervous chuckle.

“Very sure my love.” A reassuring grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You think I would put harmful chemicals on your pretty face?” You swiped the cotton round down his nose and used it to boop the tip.

A barely visible peach coated his cheeks, if you hadn’t been so close to him, you would’ve missed it.

“I don’t know, maybe you wanna scorch my face off so the fans stop liking me.” A playful smirk draped over lips.

You rolled your eyes and squeezed his cheeks between your fingers, tilting his face upwards to meet your gaze. “Oh honey,” You cooed playfully. “The fans would simp over you even if your nose fell off.”

A true laugh rumbled through his chest and tumbled out of his lips. “Yeah, whatever.” He brushed off the statement as if you just told him the sky was green. “What’s next?” He inquired genuinely, letting his eyes drop back to your arsenal on the table.

“Hmm…” You peered over behind you and tapped your fingertips on your chin. “Oh! Yes, I forgot I got this for you!”

Your fingers plucked a small yellow glass vile. You twisted the lid and squeezed the rubber part between two fingers then released it to let the pipette fill completely.

“Let me know if this smell reminds you of anything.” You slowly and carefully slid the tip of the glass pipette across his cheek, disposing serum along the way.

His nostrils flared and restricted in short consecutive spurts trying to let the aroma fill his nose entirely. His brows knitted for just a second as he processed the smell before his eyes grew sparkly and excited. “Banana?” He asked with hesitancy still lining his words, regardless of the indistinguishable scent.

You giggled and love filled your entire chest at his adorable reaction. “I knew you’d love it.” You sighed happily and utterly love drunk.

“Hm, I love you.” He countered, admiring the pointed, concentrated face you wore as you focused on rubbing in the product. “That stuff’s made from bananas?”

“I love you too baby.” You smiled and leaned down to gently grab his face again, this time to bring your lips to his. A smile curled onto his lips against yours, sweetening the kiss. You couldn’t help but mirror the grin and savor the adoration. “Hm, I think banana enzymes or something? I don’t really know.”

You straightened back up in his lap again, using your curled index finger to tilt his chin up and swivel his face from one side to the other analyzing his skin.

“Admiring your work?” He laughed, feeling a little silly and a little insecure from being studied so closely.

“Just trying to see if you have any spots that need a little extra attention.” You hummed. “But surprise, surprise the man that only uses face wash has perfect skin.”

His chest puffed out a little involuntarily, as if you just invigorated him with newfound confidence after being so foolishly insecure. “Well, would you look at that.” He smirked.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off jokingly before reaching to pick up a thin packet from the table. “Still gonna make you do a face mask though.”

He groaned, “No, no not the clay stuff again.” He winced at the memory of the chalky mud you had once put on him that somehow ended up all over his hair…and eyebrows, and ears, and fingernails, and ʘ necklace, and his favorite Paul Rudd Fanclub shirt.

The Great Face Mask Incident of 2023™️

You couldn’t help but laugh at the same memory. “No, no. I would never put you through that again.”

Nick let out a relieved sigh as if he had just gone through some war flashbacks. “Thank god.”

“No, I think you’ll quite like this one.” You pressed your lips together to not give away just excited you were to show him the mask you had in store for him.

You carefully pulled the folded sheet mask from the packet, letting any excess drip back into the pouch before setting it to the side. You then began delicately unfolding the thin fabric of the mask. Nick’s brows knitted together, and his head cocked to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he tried to gather what sort of potential torture device you were preparing for him. Finally, you unveiled the round sheet with the likeness of a cartoon tuxedo cat.

His silver eyes lit up the second he realized. “It’s Jerry!” It melted your heart at just how wide his smile got, all toothy and reaching his eyes.

You giggled and nodded, “It sure looks a lot like him, doesn’t it?”

Once you were able to keep him from wiggling around, you put the mask on, tugging it here and there to get it taut and symmetrical.

“There, now you look just like your son!” You chuckled behind your hand, looking at how adorably ridiculous your boyfriend looked.

He smirked as much as could beneath the mask, “Yeah where do you think he got his good looks from?”

You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his arm but there was no malice behind either action, “At least Jerry has humility.”

He gazed up at you with a small, sweet smile painted on his lips and love coating the soft curves of his features. “Yeah, that he got from you.” He said casually, like it rolled off his tongue without even thinking twice about it.

Your heart swelled so big in your chest that it was threatening to breach your ribcage. Nicholas had Jerry long before you entered the picture but since getting together a little over a year ago, Jerry had become your biggest fan. Since day 1 he followed you around everywhere and if you were resting on any surface, he was there to claim you as his temporary bed. In your time together Nick had never once even joked about you being Jerry’s other fur-parent. It was a small frivolous thing, but you knew the weight it held. You didn’t know if he had just said it without realizing or if he truly meant it, but in your heart, you were choosing to believe the latter. Either way you opted out of making a big deal about it.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You gasped at your own brain urgently reminding you of a crucial step. You nearly leapt off him and bolted to the kitchen. Within seconds the project at hand was executed and ready for placement.

You scurried back over to him, this time standing behind his seat on the couch. “Alright, close your eyes and tilt your head back.”

“You got it boss.” He teased and did as you asked. It made you wonder just how much he’d cooperate with taking other orders – but that was a daydream for a much different day. “Cucumbers?”

“Somethin’ like that.” You held back a giggle and placed two banana slices over each closed eyelid. “Okay, all done!”

His nose scrunched up towards the objects on his eyes, “Bananas?!”

You finally let out the laugh you’d been holding back and placed a kiss atop his head. “Now you got all your favorite stuff, cats and bananas!” You circled around his seat and climbed into his lap again.

“And you.” He smiled softly while his callused hands instinctively found your hips again.

Your cheeks heated up and your stomach filled with butterflies. No matter how silly he looked, he could always get you to melt in his hands. “Oh, shut up.”

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” He asked.

Your grin faltered a bit at his question, and you paused to think about your answer. You let your hand fall gently just below his neck, sliding down slowly while your fingers softly laced beneath the silver chain of his necklace. You let the thorny pendant rest on your fingers as you admired it. As much as you hated the calm before the storm and selfishly despised the reason for it, you knew it’s what you signed up for and what brought him the most joy. Your thumb ran over the thorny crown, grateful for the amount of time you’d been able to spend with him during this break. This was maybe your 3rd or 4th run at him leaving for tour and while you could tell that it was getting easier, it was extremely slow progress. It seemed as though each time felt like the first time all over again. Your eyes fluttered closed in a feeble attempt to tame the burning in your eyes and the tears threatening to appear. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat knowing that letting him see you like that would not only ruin the moment but make him feel guiltier than he already did, which was exactly the opposite of what the activity meant to accomplish.

“Baby?” He pressed after you’d gone silent for a bit.

You cleared your throat and blinked the tears away, forcing a smile onto your face so that it could be heard in your words. “Sorry love,” You wrapped your hand around the pendant just hard enough that the thorns stabbed into your palm, perhaps hoping that the pain could force the ache away, or maybe in hopes that if you stamped yourself hard enough with him, he could always stay with you. “Just got distracted. What did you ask?”

“I asked why we’re doing this? I feel really silly right now.” He laughed, though a little less bright than before. You hoped that he hadn’t picked up on your energy shift.

“Oh, um,” You looked down and released the hold on his necklace, letting your palms rest on his chest. “Just wanted to pamper you a little, before you have to go work so hard.” You tried your best to keep your voice light, but the sadness in your voice was unmistakable, at least to Nicholas.

His smile fell into a small frown, and it made you wish you had just lied, but you were never much of a good liar, especially not to him. He reached up pulling the banana slices off his eyes and placing them on a paper towel on the table. Somehow, he looked even goofier with the bananas off his eyes.

You suddenly felt flushed under his gaze – regardless of the cat mask still adorning his face. It was unclear whether it was the normal affect he had on you that was making you blush, or rather the vulnerability he’d caught you in.

“Baby,” He let out a sad sigh, “Is that what this is about?” His hands moved up to envelope your hips again, rubbing small comforting circles into the flesh beneath your shirt.

You shook your head vehemently, “No, no, I’m just tryin’ to spoil you honey, you deserve it.” You tried for a smile but couldn’t quite reach.

It was clear in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. “Oh, let me get this cursed thing off of me.” He said, his hands already going to peel up the edges of the sheet mask but failing miserably.

A grin did pull at your lips watching him struggle and decided to take over. “Here, let me do it.” You laughed, gently swatting his hands away and pulling it off yourself and setting it on the table next to the forgotten bananas. “For someone who’s so good with his fingers, that sure was hard for you, huh?” You teased, attempting to deflect from the seriousness you’d just caused. All you wanted to do was go back to the soft, happy bubble you’d created before.

His inked hand trailed up your body to cup your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right?”

You rolled your eyes trying your best to hold up your strong exterior, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we don’t have to do this. We don’t have to talk about it, okay?” It took every bit of energy you had to yank each edge of your lips into a smile.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He frowned. “Maybe I wanna talk about it?”

“But you dooon’t though.” You whined, pressing on his chest slightly. “We were having a good time and I ruined it.” You whispered. Your eyes fluttered down to where your hands met his abdomen, faintly crinkling his faded Slipknot shirt between your fingers.

“Hey.” His hand found your chin and tilted it back up to face him once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He reassured the obvious.

“I know.” You mumbled and found your eyes dropping once again, not bearing the strength to look at him for too long. “I know what I signed up for. I know that it’s part of loving you.” Your hand rediscovered his necklace, flipping it between your fingers for comfort.

“Just because it’s part of the deal, doesn’t mean it’s not hard, y/n.” His voice was more firm that time, trying to cement the severity of his words.

“I know.” You groaned, frustrated that he wouldn’t just drop it.

He sighed, “I’m just saying it’s okay to be upset about it. And it’s okay to talk to me about it.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, enticing you to look at him. “We’re a team, remember?”

You released a long exhale finally relaxing a bit under his touch. “I know, Nicky, I know. I just didn’t want you to feel guilty and,” Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist and your eyes darted somewhere far away from him. “I didn’t want you to think that I can’t handle it.” Before he could respond your fingers gripped his wrist harder and the burning in your eyes returned. “I can handle it, I can.”

The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by the male and all he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms, but he knew better than to smother you when you were that emotional. “I know you can baby.” He said gently, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that was on the verge of escape. “I never questioned that. And if I ever do, then we’ll work through it,” He gently tapped the side of his thumb on your cheek to bring your attention back to him. “Together. Okay?”

You nodded against his palm, nuzzling into his touch. “Together.”

“That’s my girl.”  He smiled and pulled you down into a sweet kiss.

You pressed your forehead against his gazing into his eyes, tonight they were particularly grey. “You’re too good to me.” You said so quietly that if he wasn’t nose-to-nose to you, he wouldn’t have heard it.

He shook his head as much as he could without disturbing the moment, “No, I’m not good enough.”

“That’s not tr-“ You began but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours again.

“Ah, ah.” He hummed once he pulled away, “I won’t be taking any back talk.”

Your cheeks burned bright cherry red that time, no amount of makeup could conceal it. Even though his words were light, you knew he wasn’t joking. Nicholas was an expert at imbedding dominance in featherlight touches and sweet nothings.

“Yes sir.” You replied instinctively.

The energy spiraled between you two had shifted from silly to emotional, to something entirely different now. His hands trailed up your sides beneath your shirt to rest both on your lower back.

“C’mon, you took such good care of me, now it’s your turn.” Without giving you any warning he scooped you up. You squeaked at the sudden action but instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Where are you taking meeee.”

“Well, we’re having a spa day, aren’t we? What’s a spa day without a bubble bath?”

You melted into him, loving the idea of a warm bath accompanied by him.

Nick began drawing the bath making sure to add all your favorite additives as you stood patiently waiting instruction. Once he was satisfied with the way the tub was filling, he sat on the edge and beckoned you over. “Come here angel.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth at the name, taking a couple steps to stand between his legs. He began tenderly undressing you until you were completely bare in front of him.

He wasn’t shy with the way his eyes wandered down your body. “God you’re beautiful.” His words riding an infatuated exhale.

The strawberry pink already present on your cheeks only worsened. “Shush.” You wave off his compliment and used your arm to cover your chest.

He stood and took your chin between his index and thumb tilting your gaze up at him. “I won’t ever stop reminding you of how stunning you are.”

You shook your head out of his grasp. “Shut up Nicholas.” You said shyly.

He took your cheek in his grasp instead this time, getting more control of you. “What’s wrong baby? Am I getting you all flustered?”

You were sure your face was beet red now. “C’mon Nicky, stop messin’ around, the bath is getting cold.”

A satisfied smirk tugged one edge of his lips, finding amusement and pride in your blatant embarrassment. “As you wish princess.” He began to undress himself until he was matching your nude attire.

Your eyes did the same as his did earlier and raked down his body, lean and inked on almost every bit of him. You’d been with him for over a year and you still managed to find new tattoos on him that you’d never seen before. His body was a spectacular and endlessly interesting museum only you had the key to.

He didn’t wait for you and stepped over the porcelain into the large oval tub, letting his body sink down into the steaming water. Almost instantly your exquisite museum was engulfed in mountains of bubbles. “Well, you comin’? You were the one complaining about water ‘getting cold’.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and cautiously dipped your toe into the water. You hissed and recoiled at the scalding temperature. “Fuck that’s hot.”

Nicholas chuckled at your reaction, “Still think it’s getting cold?”

“Shut up.” You mutter.

“Just take it slow baby, let your body get acclimated to the water.” He sounded patient but his eyes didn’t match – the longer you were under his gaze, the more you felt like an animal of prey being stalked.

After a bit of time getting your lower body get used to the water you were finally able to sink down between his legs and rest your back against his chest. A small sigh of relief left your lips at the feeling of soothing comfort with him. No matter the problem or hindrance, Nick always made everything okay. He made you feel safe and taken care of in a way you’d never felt before. Getting that feeling from a rockstar who’s constantly touring wasn’t something you ever imagined possible, but somehow, it was with him. It took a while for him to earn your trust, especially at the very beginning, the first time he toured just a month or two after making things official. But he made sure to prove his faithfulness in a multitude of ways – from sharing his location to sending pictures and videos frequently to even sending you flowers or other small gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. Life with Nicholas wasn’t perfect, but it was a dream.

His fingers first found your shoulders, digging his thumbs into the wound-up tense muscles at the base of your neck.

“Mmm.” You hummed at the sensation and leaned further back against him. “That feels so good baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your head.

“Mhm.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank a little further into the water.

He spent some time working through the knots in your neck and shoulders. Wherever he pressed his fingertips felt like he was releasing a world of tension.

“That’s it, just relax.” His hands drifted down past your shoulders and onto your sides, using his thumb to rub circles into the muscles of your back - as best he could in your position anyway.

As his hands trailed lower you felt a flutter fill your tummy and settle in your core. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until his hands found and gripped your hips hard. “Stay still.” He ordered quietly just below your ear.

A shiver ran through you at his gravelly voice stealing the air in your throat. You did as he said, as much as you could, and hoped it’d be good enough for him. His fingertips lowered, beginning to run up and down the curves of your hip bones. The close proximity of his fingers to your core was starting to make you dizzy. You sucked in a harsh breath when his hands traveled further down to massage your thighs. His fingers were diligent and determined with their placement and tempo, using his thumb to rub tight circles into the flesh of your upper inner thigh. There’s no way he couldn’t feel you nearly vibrating under his touch, and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing his hand to put him where you needed him the most.

You felt his lips curl into a sinister smile against your neck. “What’s wrong princess?” He asked condescendingly. “Am I not helping you relax?”

“No, no. You are.” You almost stutter out, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Hm.” He hummed, gliding his fingers up the inner side of your thigh. “I wonder… what you do when you get all wound up like this when I’m away?” There was an edge to his question that erased any indication of genuine curiosity.

Your eyes widened at the question and your mind went fuzzy blank. “Well…I…um.” Was all you could get out, pathetically.

“Oh, c’mon baby.” He lowered himself to just below your ear. “Use your words for me. Tell me what you do.”

Your heart felt like it was colliding against your ribcage incessantly while simultaneously pooling your rampant pulse in your clit. “I-I,” You took a breath in a feeble attempt to steady your breathing. “I touch myself.” You blurted out, knowing it was both the truth and what he wanted to hear.

You didn’t need to look at him to know how wide and proud his smirk was.

“Good girl.” He hummed. “Why don’t you show me where you do that?”

Your eyes widened once again, this time swallowing all the saliva available in your mouth. Hesitantly, you reached out beneath the water and took hold of his wrist, bringing it between your legs. “Here.”

He used his hand to slowly cover and cup your core before carefully running his fingers through you. You wanted to whine at the small sensation but knew how pathetic you’d sound. “Thank you for showing me baby.” He acknowledged your obedience. “But I want you to show me exactly what you do.”

You’d show him anything at that point to keep his fingers on you, so you nodded and covered his hand with your own. You guided him to your clit that was buzzing and begging for his attention. Your middle and ring fingers pressed into his and prompted them to start moving in circular motions.

“Mmm.” He pressed a kiss to your neck before nipping at the skin like a predator taste-tasting his meal. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

Your head lulled itself on his shoulder, already getting lost in the pleasure blooming at his fingertips. “Mhm.” You mumbled with drooping eyelids.

He took control of the movements almost instantly, starting a display of one of his many talents. He let you savor his actions for a bit, knowing that the further gone you were, the more pliable you’d be in his hands. “Is this all you do baby? Or is there somewhere else you touch?” He asked already knowing the answer, just wanting you to say it.

His plan worked, as it always did, and you were nothing but an obedient ragdoll for him now. Every cell in your body wanted to bend to him – he had magic in his touch, you were completely certain of it.

Without any verbal response you just guided his working hand down to your entrance. That’s all the convincing he needed and carefully slipped two fingers into you. He let out a small, low groan the feeling of how tight you were around his fingers. You could feel his already hardening cock throb against your lower back. The sensation of his member against your skin while he was using his fingers to fuck you was bittersweet because now all you wanted was his cock filling you up instead.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled against your throat. “I’m gonna miss burying myself in your pretty cunt.”

You felt like you could disintegrate into thin air from how good you felt – yeah, his fingers working magic was one thing, but his words melted you completely. Being complimented and wanted, no – needed – by him was a high that no orgasm could ever touch.

“I need your cock, Nicky please.” You whined without caring how desperate you sounded. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh bunny, you know better than to rush me.” He tsked before moving to do something you didn’t expect. He kept his one hand fucking his fingers in and out of you rhythmically while curling in ever so slightly but brought the other back down on your throbbing clit.

A gasp left your mouth as he effortlessly used both hands to fuck you in the most delicious way. You had already been close just from his fingers curling right into your sensitive spot but now with his fingers rolling against your nub you were seconds from oblivion.

“Fuck.” You spat out urgently. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close – s-so fucking close.” You whimpered out, squeezing your eyes closed trying to keep from coming undone before you were allowed. “Fuck baby, please let me cum. Please can I cum?”

All he did was hum an “mhm” against your neck before you were seeing stars. Tingles seared across your body and your walls pulsed around his fingers.

“That’s it, cum all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

The praise only intensified the orgasm, causing your back to arch from him. Your face lulled into the crevice of his neck letting him vividly hear all the noises you were making for him. Nick loved your noises as much as you loved his words – he made a mental note to record you next time so he could have something on the road. He could get off on the sound of you alone.

He gently pulled his fingers from you and slowly tapered his action on your clit, but not completely. He retained an agonizingly slow pace on your now overly sensitive nub. He kept the pace slow enough so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for long until you started to feel good again.

You felt him reaching beside you for something but were too fucked out to pay attention. “Tell me baby, have you ever used this to help relax?” His voice was buttery smooth like blue suede.

Your brows furrowed above your closed eyelids, wondering what he was referencing. When you blinked your eyes open, they rounded to see him holding the detachable showerhead and was suddenly grateful for the extra-long cord you’d opted for. You shook your head and answered honestly. “No.” You’d always been curious but never actually tried.

Nicholas was an expert at knowing when you were lying so he believed you. “Here.” He tenderly scooped up your hand, cupping it in his own like a spoon. With a flick of his other thumb on the showerhead, a crazed stream of patterned water jutted from it. He brought it to the hand he was holding and let the stream hit your palm. “Is that too strong?” He questioned genuinely wanting to know your comfort level.

As much as the strength of the water inspired some more flurries in your core, you nodded shyly. “Too strong.” It was typical for your responses to become minimal once you entered any level of subspace. Having that amount of trust to even fall into that headspace was a luxury you only ever found with Nick. Trusting him was easier than you’d like to admit, it came as naturally as breathing air into your lungs.

“Okay.” His thumb spun the filter onto another setting. “How about this one?” He questioned even though he figured it would be a no since it was thin streams of water lining an empty tunnel.

That one made you giggle and shake your head since it obviously wouldn’t provide much pressure. Nick smiled at your adorable giggle, filling his chest with so much warmth and love, he had no idea what to do with it all. He pressed a kiss to your head before flipping to another setting.

A perfectly tempered stream danced in your palm – not too strong, not too weak, and the jet pattern was an enticing rhythm. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “Good.”

Nick’s free hand found your tummy, pressing it flat against your stomach and slid down painfully slow between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat at the anticipation of his touch. He tenderly spread your legs further apart before using his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring you open so that the jet stream of water could land precisely where it was needed.

“Now sweetheart,” He began. “You were so good for me. You did as I asked, you used your words, you asked for permission.” He lowered the shower head into the water, and you felt the jet stream hit your thigh. It was stronger than you expected and suddenly both fear and excitement pooled in your core. “I want you to know that this is a reward. This is what good girls get. Do you understand?”

Your cheeks grew warm, and your breath hitched in your throat at his words. Before you had time to properly prepare, the strong pressure of the stream pummeled into your sensitive nub. You let out a loud squeak as intense pleasure coarsed your body and down your limbs.

“Baby. I asked you a question. Do you understand that I’m allowing you to feel this good? That this is a privilege?”

Your hands gripped his thighs at each side of you and nodded your head enthusiastically, “Yes sir, I do.” You barely got your words out past your heavy breathing.

He smiled against your neck, “That’s my girl. My best girl. Now what do you say?”

Your heart flooded with lovey pride and your brain filled with nothing but him. He encompassed your very being, every cell of your composition belonged to him. “Thank you.” Your head fell back on his shoulder as he brought the shower head closer to your cunt, only intensifying the pressure. “Thank you, thank you.” You repeated like a prayer.

“God, I can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy up with my cock.” The end of his words resembled something like a growl.

His evident need for you went straight to your stomach, helping to weave a knot that was ready to snap. You were surprised you’d lasted this long since this was easily one of the best feeling you’d ever felt. Knowing that something as convenient as a shower head held so much power was dangerous, especially now that you associated it directly with him.

The jet propulsion on your clit was deliciously brutal, each wave hitting you harder than the last as your sensitivity increased. Your legs began to tremble from the sheer amount of pleasure building up in your body begging for release. “Nicky.” You heaved out while your fingers dug into his thighs. “I can’t hold it, please.” Your request drenched in utter desperation. “Please let me cum, I need to cum baby please.”

Nicholas hummed at the request, mulling it over in his head. If this were any other day, under any other circumstances, he’d string out your orgasm as far as he wanted, but it was a day of relaxation after all.

“Go ahead,” He whispered, bringing the shower head just a tiny bit closer to nudge you over the edge. “Cum for me, will you? And don’t fight it okay? I wanna hear you.”

And with that, another orgasm blinded you, this one ripping through you more violently than the last. Your entire body was in sparking, euphoric bliss. Curses, screams and moans poured from your throat, all laced with his name.

“Oh, that’s it princess, let it all out for me.”

And you did just that. He kept the stream on your bud through your high and somewhere between his grainy voice talking you through and your overstimulation, another wave of pleasure washed over you. Your throat grew sore from your incessant noises that now probably sounded like gibberish sprinkled with his name.

He slowly drew the metal shower head away from your core to carefully lull you from your high. You were nothing but a heaving, shakey, fucked out mess in his grasp.

“Good job baby.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “You did so good for me.”

A lazy smile spread across your lips and nodded slightly. His warmth was the only thing tethering you to reality.

He let you recover from your orgasms before moving on. His hands found your hips once more and pressed you against him. You felt his own arousal thick and hard against your lower back and it reminded you of the ache between your legs that only he could fill.

“You wanna turn around for me baby?”

While you felt like utter mush in his hands, his offer sparked the potential of having him inside you, and that was something you didn’t plan to pass up on. You nodded and shifted around in the water, letting the liquid slosh around tub even spilling out a bit unintentionally. “Oops.” You giggled.

“Hi angel.” He says softly with a crooked smile painted across his lips the second his eyes meet yours. Sure, he held the reigns in the bedroom and most other areas of your relationship, but it was no secret that you were the one with complete control over him. You made him weak in ways he never imagined being, he would give you anything you wanted if you just batted your lashes at him. He was putty in your hands, and he loved it.

He looked so beautiful, and you suddenly felt scammed knowing that you had your back to him looking like that the whole time. His raven hair had fallen from the makeshift bun from the couch and was now splayed over his shoulders, the ends now damp and pointy. You couldn’t wait one more second without his lips on yours, so you scooped up his face in both hands and met his lips with yours. You broke the kiss to press your forehead against his, wanting to engulf yourself fully in his stormy eyes. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied matching your whisper. His hands found your hips again, pulling you towards him – not out of desire to intensify the moment, but simply to have you closer. “God, I love you more than anything.”

Peachy pink dusted your cheeks and the smile that his words brought to your lips was embarrassingly wide. You shied away from him and shook your head, “You’re being silly.” Out of all the grand things in his life, you were sure that you were the least exciting or interesting part.

His hand trailed warm water up your arm to pick up your chin, “I’d never joke about that.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, cupping your cheek. “I’m so grateful for the patience you’ve given me, given us. You might be the best thing to ever stumble into my life.”

Every atom in your body begged to mesh with him. It only took one exchanged look between you two for your bodies to rearrange so you could sit on his lap. Your lips collided, followed by a messy display of clashing teeth and hungry tongues. Your passion was fueled only by the blind love you had for him and your desire to prove that his love for you was warranted. Your fingers tangled into the base of his dark hair, tugging at it slightly needing every bit of him entwined with your very molecules. He kept one hand on your hip while the other held tangled in your own wet hair.

As much as you wanted to keep telling him how much you loved him, you couldn’t bear to break away from him even for a second. If you couldn’t tell him, you’d show him.

You rutted your hips up his thighs until you felt the base of his member rest against your bare cunt. He let a groan out into the kiss at the feeling of you against him. One of your hands fell from his hair to his length, your fingers instinctually molded around the silky soft flesh. It never ceased to impress you at just how big he was and no matter how many times you’d had him it never eased the ache of taking him.

His sizeable cock was decorated with bulging veins from the blood that coursed through him. Even though your fingers had grown to be expertly familiar with his anatomy, you still loved exploring him, tracing each vein with your fingertips. This earned you another grunt from somewhere deep in his chest and you pridefully smiled against the kiss.

You finally gave him what you knew he wanted, wrapping a hand around this girth and began palming him slowly. His member had a delicious upward curve to it that helped to reach the deepest and most sensitive part of you. Your mouth was watering at just the feeling of him in your hand – in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would do absolutely anything to have it inside you. It was not a want, but a carnal need.

He finally had enough and pulled from the kiss, “Baby, please.” He breathed out against your lips, his love drunk eyes heavy with lust as he looked up at you. “I need your pussy.” His chest rose and fell in time with yours, needing you just as badly as you needed him.

You nodded quickly against him before lifting yourself up enough to hover over him. Regardless of how much you wanted it, you still had to mentally prepare yourself for the initial pain. Nick helped align himself with your entrance while keeping a supportive hand on your hip bone. You exhaled a deep breath.

Sensing your hesitation, he gave your hip a small squeeze, “You can take it baby, just go nice and slow. We have all the time in the world.” He reassured you, letting you set the pace.

You nodded and carefully began to sink down on him. A hiss escaped your mouth at the way his width stretched you open. Your hand fell to his shoulder for support as you struggled to pull yourself further down.

Nicholas’ eyes couldn’t soak you up enough, he was mesmerized at the sight of you. He wished he could burn it into his brain. “God, you look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

His compliment only made you more determined to push past the pain and discomfort. When you felt your cervix land on his tip you knew that was as far as you could take him. While you couldn’t reach his base fully, you were still surprised and proud of yourself for being able to take so much of him in that position.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of your cunt tightly enveloping his cock. “You feel so fucking good.”

You expelled a breath then swirled your hips with him still deep inside you. The goal was to adjust to his size before riding him. The stretch burned but you knew it’d sweeten once you started moving.

The way he gazed up at you made you weak and your body gave into him, falling into the crook of his neck. You began placing open mouth kisses on his tattooed throat while your hips started swiveling on him. Light, airy moans tumbled from you lips and onto his neck. His hands gripped your hips tighter, letting out a grunt from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” He groaned, letting his head fall back into the ledge of the tub. “I need you to move baby, I need more.”

You nodded quickly, needing it just as badly. Your hands slipped off him to stabilize yourself on the porcelain ledge. It gave you enough balance to raise your hips up almost fully, before dropping them where he filled you the fullest.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.” He groaned out, his eyes droopy and drunken by only his love for you.

The praise helped motivate you to keep going even though the stretch burned. But you got to control the pace and the depth you could handle – although part of you wished he did have control so that he would forego any hindrances and use you up fully.

You gained momentum on him, bouncing up and down on his cock. Water splashed everywhere, over the ledge and all over the floor but that was the furthest thing on your mind. The room was filled with moans, grunts and cursed from both of you. You felt the knot beginning to form in your tummy as did he. But his surprises weren’t done yet.

He reached over to where he’d placed the shower head, easily flipping it on to the previous setting. Your eyes rounded as he began to lower it towards the water and you shook your head vigorously. “No, no, no.” You cried. “I won’t last, please, no.”

His other hand drifted down your spine with a feather light touch. “Well, that’s the point sweetheart.” He hummed. “Don’t you wanna cum again for me baby?” He questioned patronizingly. You knew that tone and you knew it meant it wouldn’t be as easy as he was eluding.

He continued his actions and aimed the powerful stream of water directly at your clit. A jolt of pure electricity zipped up your spine and down your thighs. Your entire body shuddered at the sudden and intense sensation. Your fingertips curled into his skin, surely branding claw marks into his flesh. “God, fuck.” You exclaimed loudly, barely able to move.

“Now, baby, remember that cumming is a privilege remember? I could very well leave you all worked up with your pretty pussy clenching around nothing if you misbehave.” He warned. “Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, slipping your tongue between your lips. But that of course wasn’t enough for him.

His hand tightened on your hip and brought the shower head a bit closer to heighten the sensation. “I believe I asked you a question darling.” His voice deep and raspier than normal. “Do you understand? You know I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” You shuddered out. “Yes, sir. I understand.” You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, the air in your lungs completely vacant. Your heart thumped so hard against your ribcage you thought it might shatter and burst in front of him and splinter his own chest.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, I don’t remember telling you that you could stop moving.”

You whined in near agony, squeezing your eyes shut and slowly beginning your movements again. “Fuck.” You lulled your head back, buzzing pleasure spreading through every bit of you.

“Faster.” He commanded. “Or I’m gonna make this very unpleasant for you.”

His sweetness was long gone and replaced by the Nick you had grown very familiar with. You’d never guess by his normal relaxed and reserved demeanor that he’d have this overwhelming dominance in bed, but you loved it. It was as though something in him would take over, like he’d try to fight it to stay sweet and romantic, but it rarely lost the fight. It was thrilling to watch his internal battle; you’d seen it so often that you had memorized the shift in his eyes and subtle change in his cadence.

You rarely chose to challenge his threats and today was no different, So, you began lifting and dropping your hips against his lap, taking in fully – or as much as you could anyway. His free hand slithered up your side to cup your breast, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp. His stare couldn’t seem to stay on any solid one part of you, darting from your tits bouncing as you moved, to your face contorting with the overwhelming pleasures you were experiencing, to down where you were connecting with him. He looked at you the way people look at monuments or ancient architecture. He didn’t care about a single other wonder in the world because he was convinced you were the only one in existence. You were an art museum to him, every single installation he could study for hours and never grow bored of your beauty and the delicate nature of your soul. He was utterly infatuated with and devoted to you.

It became difficult to continue riding him without getting sloppy from another orgasm building quickly in your stomach. Your clit was buzzing and threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment. The way he filled you up only made it worse – being full of him made the time without him even more empty. You’d never had someone fill you up so much, he made it hard to even clench around him. It was an incredible experience and one that would make having anyone else subpar. He had set the bar so high that it made it impossible for anyone else to measure up to him. If he ever decided he’d had enough of you, you’d spend the rest of your days seeking bits of him in anyone you ever let touch you. He’d certainly haunt you worse than phantom ever could.

Thankfully, from the way his cock throbbed and bounced inside you, told you that he was getting close too. Your heart thumped so hard in your throat that you questioned if you’d even be able to speak.

“I-I’m close.” You whimpered out. “Can I cum?”

He tsked at the request. “Now baby, I taught you better that. You’re forgetting my favorite word. Try again.”

Your palms dug into his chest at his rebuttal. “Fuck.” You closed your eyes attempting to stave off your orgasm. “Fuck, please.” You begged. “God, fuck, please, I need to cum. Please can I cum?”

“Hm.” He feigned a thought. “No, not yet. Hold it.”

You shook your head vigorously, “No, no, no, please I can’t. I won’t make it, I’m so close. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it.”

“You can and you will.” He said simply. “And if you don’t, you don’t wanna know how much you’ll regret it.”

His face was serious, but you could tell that the excitement was growing in his belly too. You swore that he thrived over your desperation, he loved seeing you squirm and bringing to the edge of your limits. It was sadistic the way he was fueled by your anguish. You don’t know if you’d ever admit it, but you enjoyed being commanded and used like a plaything. Being at his mercy was a thrill you loved chasing, especially knowing he’d always catch you.

You scrunched your eyes closed and bore down on your teeth holding on to the tattered thread left holding you on to your sanity. “Fuck.” You breathed out. It was almost painful how your sensitive nub throbbed beneath the powerful stream of water and how tight the knot in your tummy had grown. His tip assaulting your cervix intensified everything and overbearing pleasure was looming merely seconds way from shattering your resolve. “Fuck, fuck.” You whined. “Fuck, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad. Please I don’t want to disobey you but I’m so close, I need to cum, please – fuck, I can’t hold it, fuck fuck, please can I cum?” Your pathetic groveling was a pitiful display, but it was one that Nicholas could barely handle himself. He could get off from the hymns of your desperation alone.

“Fuck I love when you sound like that.” He groaned. “Fine baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” If he hadn’t been so close himself, he surely would’ve stretched out the torture.

As if you needed anymore help, he brought the shower head even closer. The heightened sensation instantly blinded you, causing your entire body shudder as sparking euphoria bloomed from your core. This orgasm was more powerful than the others due to the delayed pleasure and his length hitting your sensitive spot directly. The moans and curses that left your mouth were vulgar and smeared with the unholy devotion you had for him. Every cell in your body belonged to him just as he demanded it.

Your walls tightly clenching around him was his tipping point. “God, you look so fucking good with my cock so deep inside you.” He growled, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises behind. “Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.”

You were too lost in your own bliss to really hear what he said until you felt his length twitch inside you followed by his warm seed filling your core. If you weren’t so overspent, the feeling alone could’ve sent you into another orgasm – but seeing as you were still working through your own, you weren’t that concerned about it.

As you both came floating down from your highs, he flipped off the shower head and set it to the side ledge. You had fallen on his chest while your heaving chests rose and fell in time with each other’s. His fingertips raked through the slightly damp hair of your scalp. You purred and smiled at the affection gesture.

He grinned at the reaction, “I love you.” His buttery words fell from his lips in a tone just above a whisper.

Nick would never admit it, but he was extremely talented at almost anything he ever picked up. If he gave it a good honest try, it wouldn’t take long for it to become second nature. He never imagined that there would be anything in the world that would come easier than a graphite pencil or tattoo gun or almost any instrument he picked up. He knew his tattoo gun and his favorite guitar like the back of his hand and while he’d never fully believe it, he already knew you that way too. As with everything else, just because he was a master-of-all didn’t mean there were never any bumps or challenges or hardships – pencils snap, tattoo guns malfunction, and sometimes strings don’t want to tune just how you want them - above all else, Nicholas knew that the most. He knew the best things in life were never easy, but that never stopped him before and it certainly wasn’t going to stop him now.

“I love you too.” You muttered sleepily into the crook of his neck.

The satisfaction of inking a particularly difficult design or mastering a challenging new riff could never compare to the feeling he got from hearing you say those words.

“C’mon, let’s get you dry and warm.” He gently patted your hip and you nodded, using every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself upright.

Nicholas was incredible in his element. It’s one thing to be able to take control sexually, but it’s a whole other thing to be able take gentle control outside of that – and he did, effortlessly. He carefully pulled you off him and got you standing on your feet. He only allowed the air conditioning to dance on your skin for a millisecond before he wrapped a big fluffy towel around you. You tugged the terrycloth fabric so tight against your skin that you were sure you’d have imprints of the threads embedding into your skin. When you lifted your leg over the porcelain, you felt the familiar ache between your thighs that always came from loving him. It wasn’t the worst you’d felt, since you had set the pace, but the water supplied no lubrication, and you were definitely feeling the repercussions.

Nick wrapped a towel around his waist and unplugged the bath drain. When he finally made his way back over to you. When you were both barefoot it really emphasized just how much he actually towered over you. The water droplets glistening across his tan, inked skin made him look like a work of art. Your eyes traced his collarbones and landed on the thorny pendent you were fidgeting with before.

“Oh yeah, before I forget.” You didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled the necklace from neck and gently draped it over your head. It landed way longer on your chest but it didn’t matter. Your fingers found the pendent and immediately rubbed it for comfort.

“I can’t take this.” You claimed, but the smile that had already made home on your face said otherwise.

He smiled and took your jaw into one hand and placed his other hand over yours covering the necklace. “I’ll always be with you now. If you miss me or get anxious just squeeze it, and I’ll be right there with you. Okay?”

Tears burned your eyes, but you were determined to keep it together, the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him naked and shivering. You nodded quickly, “Thank you.” You whispered, hiding a sniffle.

“You’re welcome baby.” He said and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

He gently grasped your shoulders giving them a little rub to warm you up before guiding you back into the bedroom. The edges of his lips dipped into a frown the second he noticed your limping.

“Oh baby, did I hurt you? I knew we should’ve gotten out of the bath-” He always began to panic ramble if he thought he might’ve hurt you or not taken care of you properly.

You giggled at his worrisome nature and placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay, really.” You reassured and watched his anxiety disappear. “But it does hurt.” Your lips pulled together in a pout. “Fix it?”

A small smile pulled across his lips and he nodded knowing exactly what that meant.

The time after with Nicholas somehow always felt more intimate. He was driven to love you the best way he knew how, and you relished in the safety he wrapped you in. No matter how rough he got in bed, afterwards he always handled you like a freshly plucked gardenia. He was convinced that if he even grabbed you the wrong way you’d crumble. But he loved it, he was sure that if he was put on this earth to do one thing, it was to take care of you.

After applying some numbing cream where you ached the most and getting you into some fresh pajamas, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be. You were tucked right into Nick’s side, cozy under the covers, sharing a pint of pistachio ice cream while watching reruns of your favorite mutual comfort show.

You looked up at him when he laughed at something silly in the show and the glow from the tv illuminated his features beautifully through the darkness. In that moment, he gave you every bit of reassurance you needed to handle him being gone. You were his and he was yours, and as long as you loved him, he’s always come home to you if you let him.

He glanced down at you, catching you in your admiring stare. The edges of his lips pulled taut into a wide, toothy smile.

“Bob’s Burgers is over there you know.” He teased, tilting his head across the room.

You giggled and burrowed your face into his chest. “You’re much more entertaining.”

He chuckled in disbelief, “Am I?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, getting sleepy the second your head touched his chest.

He laughed softly and precariously plucking the empty pint of pistachio from your dozing grasp to put on the bedside table. He pulled you closer to him and tugged the fluffy duvet higher to cover you both.

Before you let sleep envelope you, you felt his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Nicholas.” You hummed back lovingly, nuzzling into his chest.

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The Art of Welding Stainless Steel Threaded Rods: Tips and Tricks

Stainless steel threaded rods are one of the most versatile and durable materials used in a wide range of applications, from construction to DIY projects. To ensure their long-lasting durability, welding is a crucial process that requires a high level of expertise and precision. In this article, we will explore the art of welding stainless steel threaded rods and provide some tips and tricks to help you achieve professional-grade results. Threaded rods are available in a variety of sizes and grades; the most common are 12mm stainless steel rods, M16 threaded rods, stainless steel threaded rods, and 12mm threaded rods.

Choose the Right Welding Technique

Welding stainless steel threaded rods requires a different approach compared to other metals, as stainless steel is prone to warping, cracking, and distortion during the welding process. Therefore, it's essential to choose the right welding technique to minimise these issues and ensure a strong and long-lasting weld.

TIG (Tungsten Inert Gas) welding is the most commonly used welding technique for stainless steel threaded rods. It provides excellent control over the heat input, allowing you to achieve a precise weld while minimising the risk of warping and distortion. Additionally, TIG welding produces a clean and aesthetically pleasing weld, which is essential for visible areas.

Use the Right Filler Metal

Choosing the right filler metal is another crucial factor that determines the strength and quality of the weld. Threaded rod bunnings require a filler metal with similar chemical properties to the base metal to achieve a strong and durable weld. Additionally, the filler metal should be compatible with the welding technique you choose.

ER308L and ER316L are two common filler metals used for welding stainless steel threaded rods. ER308L is suitable for welding stainless steel grades 304 and 304L, while ER316L is ideal for grades 316 and 316L. Both filler metals provide excellent corrosion resistance and strength, ensuring a long-lasting and durable weld.

Follow Proper Welding Practices

To achieve professional-grade results when welding stainless steel threaded rod bunnings, you need to follow proper welding practices. Here are some tips and tricks to help you achieve the best results:

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Use the correct welding position to ensure optimal heat control and prevent warping and distortion.

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Angel Of My Dreams (Chapter 2) John Deacon x Reader Series

Series Summary: After reluctantly joining a band with your childhood best friends, you are thrust into oncoming stardom with no sea legs and an overwhelming sense of anxiety. But you just might find your way, thanks to some seasoned pros by your side. And the interest of one particular bassist.

This series is a work of fiction, and is loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

PART 1 - PART 3 - PART 4

Pairing: John Deacon x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Cursing, duh. Feelings of anxiety.

Chapter Notes: A wild Deacy appears! Reader was supposed to meet him in this chapter but it got a bit long. I may have awkwardly stuffed in some backstory as well, but I wanted to get through it before we start having more interactions with the members of Queen. I’m a hoe for Hot Space and Cool Cat is such a vibe so I had to throw it in here. If you haven’t heard the original demo with Bowie you should take a listen. The music video concept was sparked loosely by Mitski’s “Happy” video (it’s gory af, be forewarned). I’m aware that the MTV of the 80s definitely would’ve banned anything like that, but it’ll come back around in the plot later on.

Songs Mentioned:

Heart of the Night - Juice Newton

More Than A Feeling - Boston

My Best Friend’s Girl - The Cars

Song/Title Inspiration: Angel - Fleetwood Mac

Taglist: @yourlocalmusicalprostitute​

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February 1982 - Orpheum Theater, Boston

It’s noisy in the cramped green room backstage at the Orpheum Theater in Boston. Gone were the days of grand arenas while tagging along with Hall and Oates. Now only around 2,000 bodies lined the seats out in the house, but you still feel that familiar bubble of nerves as Dawn busies herself around your hair. 

Dawn, your best friend from your two short years at NYU, had agreed to tag along for the short tour to help with your “look.” Not that you ever really had a problem with your usual jeans and t-shirts, but this rock type of glam proved to be a different beast, and Dawn certainly had an eye for style. Her voluminous hair always streaked blonde and crimped to perfection. She’d tried to convince you many times to do something chemical with yours but you held firm to your virgin hair, causing your pre-show routine to run well into an hour and a half to get the desired popular style. You smile up at her as she curls part of your bangs away from your face, truly grateful to have another woman around.

“Babes, please stop moving your head. I’ve had to do the same piece 3 times already.” She tuts at you. “And Eds, I’ve asked you how many times to watch your elbows, jesus christ.”

Eddie tries to cram in even tighter against the wall, keeping to the five tiny spots you’d all wrangled against the mirror. “Ay, I’m trying over here. It takes some effort to get all this together.” He smirks, running his fingers through his already perfectly coiffed hair. A shame really, that it would be utterly destroyed within 15 minutes of being on stage.

“Have we picked a city song for tonight yet? I want to go over it in my head a few times before we go on.” Lawrence calls out, trying to tug on a pair of pants that look a size or two too small for him.

The Limbs had taken to playing one song per show by a famous local artist from the city they were in. Since they only had the one album out, it was a chance to get the audience singing and moving together; to change up the pace. A modified tip from a certain mustached rock legend that the band had started to implement.

“I thought we decided on More Than A Feeling?” Eddie says as he tears his eyes away from his own reflection.

“That’ll be what they expect. I think Bun sounds better on My Best Friend’s Girl,” Rich says simply. He’s attempting some form of stretching routine in the back corner of the room, his extremities bumping up against the walls.

“So Y/N’s taking this one?” Steve asks, lounging across a small loveseat against the wall, his legs dangling off of it delicately. He looks up from whatever song he’s been working on.

“You heard what the label said. They want Y/N more center stage, so to speak, for marketing reasons.” Rich tries folding his body into some sort of pretzel shape. A light “oof,” escapes his lips as he falls backward slightly.

“Ah yes, we need to give the public what they want,” you huff, wanting to roll your eyes if not for Dawn covering your head in a cloud of Aqua Net.

Eddie starts pacing, or at least tries to, “I just don’t get why they’re trying to make her into some Debbie Harry.” He scoffs, “Like that’s ever gonna happen.” 

Dawn glares at him. It was a bit of a low blow, but Eddie was still getting used to sharing the spotlight with you, with him singing lead on almost every other song. 

You were still struggling to find your presence on stage and were more than happy to take a back seat to the boys for the most part. And while some of the band’s other singles were gaining traction, none were close to catching up to Heart of the Night, which was now getting steady airplay and record sales thanks to the absurd music video that hit TV screens everywhere a few weeks back.

“That’s true, Y/N’s much more of a Linda Ronstadt type if we’re throwing out names,” Lawrence grunts out. Finally able to close the button on his skin-tight pants.

A cold laugh erupts from Eddie. “Exactly. It’s the Eighties now if you haven’t noticed. It’s all about edgy sex appeal, and let’s be honest, even Steve has a better chance of-”

“Enough!” Dawn’s voice sliced through the air, the daggers thrown from her eyes flying towards him. She leans down to your level to examine her masterpiece. “You look as sexy as a goddamn playboy bunny, hun. No pun intended.” Her voice softens as she pinches your cheeks.

The room goes mostly quiet for the next few minutes as the local opening band starts to close out their set with their last two songs. Only Rich’s deep breathing, fitting in time to the beat. 

You chew your cherry painted lips, mulling over Eddie’s words. You knew full well that you weren’t exactly the frontwoman the label or the public dreamed of. Hell, you weren’t even supposed to be a frontwoman at all. When you’d finally given in to Rich’s insistent pestering to come have some fun with the boys, you’d been at NYU for two years. You loved your film classes but felt the hole that was left from the absence of playing any type of music. In high school, you’d all show up to a party with a variety of instruments in your grasps. It almost always resulted in a crowd gathering around to listen, joining in with your voices, clicking their beer bottles in time with the beat. It was when you had felt most carefree, and you had ached for that feeling again.

But playing locally turned into recording an album, for which you wrote a song for some dream of a man that only existed in your thoughts. Next thing you knew you were scooped up by Columbia Records, missing classes to attend photoshoots or album release parties. People were listening to your voice, your song, and wanting more. You dropped out of college to the dismay of your parents but were immediately enveloped in your friends' glee, finally reaching the precipice of something they’d only dreamed of. You hated the thought of letting them down in any way but you couldn’t shake the feeling that it was all a fluke, that you had nothing else to give. Destined to fade out as a one-hit-wonder and a disappointment to your best friends in the world. The weight hit your shoulders as you slumped in your seat. 

None of this was supposed to happen, you tell yourself. It never happens like this.

You’re broken out of your daze when there’s a rap at the door and a muffled “5 minutes” from the stage manager behind it. You all stand, waiting for Rich to spread his wings and engulf you in your usual pre-show pow wow. You slide Dawn in next to you in the now group of 6, needing someone steady as an anchor.

“If you’d please, Reverend.” Steve probes, cheekily.

“We’re gathered here today” Rich begins and Dawn giggles. “To bring immense joy to those 2,000 idiots out there, who so willingly sold out our show for us. They deserve a performance played to 200,000, so that’s what we’re going to give them. In the name of our fathers, John, George, Paul, and Ringo. Let’s go give em’ hell.”

“Amen!” you all shout and disband.

As you follow the boys into the dingy hallway leading to the stage, Eddie catches your wrist. He looks at you through his long lashes with an uncharacteristically shy smile that almost never sees the light of day.

“I’m sorry for being a prick, Bun. I shouldn’t have said all that,” he mutters as you continue to walk, not wanting to miss your cue.

“No worries, Eds. You were right though. I’m definitely no Debbie,” you force a chuckle at yourself while a roadie slips your guitar strap onto your shoulders.

“It’s not alright. And no, you’re not,” he says catching your downturned eyes. “You’re Y/N fucking L/N, and you’re just gettin’ started, baby. All you gotta do is take a little bit of the love we all have for you and give some to yourself once in a while, alright?” A grin forms, showing his adorably asymmetrical teeth as he reaches out a hand to ruffle your painstakingly perfected hair. “That’s better. Now let's get out there so you can show the world exactly what kind of frontwoman you are. And don’t be scared to show them a hint of Bunny while you’re at it.” You move your guitar out of the way to pull him in for a close hug. You hear Steve start banging his snare and pull Eddie on to the stage with you, feeling a bit lighter than you had been minutes ago.

You approach your mic and take a look out at the packed, hazy theater.

“Well hello, Bawston!’ Your accent rings out to the faceless figures before you. “Aren’t you all looking fuckin’ fabulous tonight!”

- - - - - - -

March 1982 - Musicland Studios, Munich

“No, I didn’t say it’s bad, just that it sounds tinny,” Brian argues, crossing his spidery arms over his chest as he leans against the doorframe. 

“And it’s as if you’ve shoehorned Bowie in there just to mumble in the background incoherently. A waste, really.” Roger tacks on from beside him.

John sighs and leans his head against the back of the couch in the studio. “Just because it’s not your precious red special or your own magic fingers at work, doesn’t mean it’s tinny,” he counters calmly. Trying his best to keep the annoyance from seeping into his voice, knowing that Brian already had anger stemming from John’s earlier composition for the album.

It was the first time this week that all four men were in the studio together. Finishing up Hot Space was proving to be a strain on all of them and the growing rift had caused the men to nearly finish their songs separately instead of in their usual group dynamic. John’s experimentation into different styles, such as funk and disco, had not been willingly received thus far.

“Well, I sound rather fabulous, if I do say so myself. I’m very proud of us, Deacy.” Freddie states, getting up from his own place on the couch and stretching.

“It’s not that, Fred. It just doesn’t sound like us.” Brian sighs, already sensing the escalation of a row coming along.

“Oh please. Not this again...” Freddie huffs.

“That’s because it’s not us. It’s me and Freddie.” John cuts in with a roll of his eyes, landing them on Mack, their producer, who just shrugs and trains his gaze back to the board. 

“That’s for sure.” Roger murmurs out. Now it’s John’s turn to cross his arms as he levels their pointed gazes. He’d worked with Fred for days putting together “Cool Cat,” hoping that the additional vocals from David Bowie would be a selling point for the other two.

With a clap of his hands, Freddie moves about the room. “Why don’t we take a quick break and then give it another listen?” Roger groans. Freddie pats his shoulder as he makes his way over to a radio beside Mack.

John rubs his tired eyes before pushing himself off the couch, eager for a break from the energy in the stale room. “I’m grabbing a coffee,” not offering one to the others as he brushes past Brian on his way out, quickly retreating down the hallway as fast as his legs will carry him.

The remaining three startle a bit as Freddie flips on the radio, Lo & The Limbs hit single pours from it, louder than expected.

“Oh! Oh, yes! Simply marvelous,” he exclaims, jumping up and down lightly. Roger and Brian raise their eyebrows in silent questioning. “This is the band of rascals I was telling you about the other week. They must’ve just broken out here.”

“The yanks you met while in the States?” Roger questions, turning his attention to the song, eager to judge any brimming competition.

“Yes, yes, the wild young lady who swears like the devil and her band of merry giant trees.”

“We have one of those!” Rog nods in Brian’s direction, voice muffled by a cigarette now dangling from his lips.

“Hm, Brain’s more of a willowy spruce, if you will. These ones are giant redwoods. You know American’s. And they have these thick New York accents. I could barely understand a word they were saying at first. What a riot they were.” he remembers fondly.

“I feel as if I’ve heard this before, but I can’t place it.” Brian ponders, almost to himself.

John appears in the doorway, blowing lightly on a steaming mug.

“Probably from that shocking video of theirs, darling,” Freddie waves his hands about. “Oh, you must’ve seen it. They’re all dressed up like they're in Grease or something, and this square of a girl is pinning after the bad boy. But he’s with this slutty little thing. And oh, I can’t recall the details, but in the end, she ends up murdering the slut!” He slaps the table for effect. “But for some odd reason the boy is okay with it all and they run off into the night together, covered in blood.”

“Sounds… spooky?” Roger shrugs. John stifles a chuckle.

“It’s dramatic! And sexy. And obviously working for them.” The wheels already turning in his head.

John tunes out their chatter and trains his ears to said song, which is about halfway through. The instrumentals seem a bit basic for his taste. The soft strum of an acoustic guitar, a slightly heavier electric over it, with a simple bass line. A female voice flits in.

Cool city moon lays its touch on the room,

Your eyes reach to me

It has a rasp to it. Akin to Stevie Nicks, he thinks.

Two shadows fall saying nothing at all,

We know what we need

No, not quite. It’s entirely it's own if he’s being honest. He can feel the soul pulsating through words and the power that’s beneath it. One that could probably fit with any genre it should choose. His interest peaked.

In the release, two prisoners are free from the darkness

One more escape surviving the heartache and madness

The raw emotion erupting from the speakers and the lyrics start to paint a picture in his mind, scrambling to fill in the faceless voice.

In the heart of the night

The chorus starts and picks up steam quickly. Male voices begin to fill in on background vocals, blending together seamlessly.

We run like bandits

Two hungry hearts under the gun

Her voice cracks a bit, in a charming way. It must be radiant when heard live.

In the heart of the night 

When we find each other

Were stealing love on the run

In the heart of the night,

Heart of the night 

A small smile plays on John’s lips as the song fades out. They’re good, he muses to himself, a bit intrigued by the song and Fred’s colorful description of the accompanying video.

“A great voice indeed. They’ve got a strong sound going.” Brian chirps up.

“That’s her first swing at writing, too. Wish it had been that bloody easy for us.”

“Is she a looker, Fred?” Roger wags his brows.

“Oh please, they’re practically babies! Although that drummer of theirs is certainly something to write home about… Even with the head of hair he has. A bit like a mushroom. A cute one.” Freddie ponders, stroking his full mustache.

John reaches up and pats the tight curls atop his own head, wondering how it would look if he ceased from trimming his current short perm.

“I do hope they catch on here. What fun that would be.” John readily nods along without realizing it.

Freddie switches off the radio and turns back to the other three men. “Alright back to it then. Queue it up, Mac,” placing a hand on the man’s shoulder and raising his eyebrows. “Shall we?”

- - - - - - -

March 1982 - Columbia Records, New York City

“Why are the undersides of my knees sweaty? I’m not a back of the knee sweat kind of guy, alright?” Lawrence fidgets, adjusting his collar for the fourth time in two minutes.

You casually gulp down your third glass of water while staring at the wood-paneled walls of the office. Attempting to avoid the gazes of a number of gold discs lining the walls, the echoes of your musical idols. They seem to be laughing at you.

Steve partakes in his trademark bouncing routine, the chair underneath him squeaking in a violent rhythm. “Do you think it’s the video? It has to be the video or we wouldn’t be in this office. I knew we shouldn’t have taken that big of a risk right out of the gate.”

“You gotta be kidding me. You basically doused yourself in the blood when Eddie pitched it!” Rich cuts in, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be found.

“What! It was your idea for the--”

The door behind where the group is gathered swings open and in strides a stocky man with a full beard and tinted aviator sunglasses still covering his eyes.

“What are we all standing around for? Sit, sit, sit, c’mon.” His gruff Brooklyn accent ringing out as he moves to sit behind a large mahogany desk.

The Limbs scramble to fit on the couch across from him, with you ending up perched on the armrest, gripping Rich’s bicep for support.

The man, Walter Yetnikoff, CEO and Chairman of Columbia Records, grunts as he eases into a leather chair, finally removing his glasses, revealing surprisingly kind eyes, “Jeez louise, look at you kids. You look as if a nun just caught you all playing with each other’s junk. What’s with the faces?”

“Mr. Yetnikoff, we’d like to sincerely apologize for the backlash that has come from our video. We should’ve known better than that. We could’ve toned it down… a lot.” Eddie rushes out. He wipes his hand over his too-snug tailored pants, probably leftover from days of youth choir.

Walter barks out a laugh. “I’ll admit I was a little shocked to find out that’s what you needed a high school gym for, but relax a little, will ya? You’re not here to be scolded. If I didn’t like it, I wouldn’t have fought so hard to get it airtime.”

The Limbs visibly relax- a tad, but their eyes all stay wide.

“Well aren’t ya gonna ask why you’re all here then?”

“W-why are we here?” Rich asks quietly. “Sir.” He adds.

“It seems that the slight PR crisis of a video you made has made its way across the pond,” Walter smirks.

“You mean…” Steve trails off in a voice two octaves higher than usual.

“You kids better like air travel because there’s gonna be a lot of it in your near future. The hit has broken into the London airwaves and they’re not as god fearing as viewers here seem to be. We’re sending you over there next week now that you’ve wrapped up the tour.”

“Holy shit!” Lawrence yells. You feel yourself falling back off your perch as your large friends all jump to their feet. Rich’s gangly arm luckily catches you and pulls you immediately into a suffocating hug. “You did this, Bunny!” He screams in your ear. “You did this!”

“Alright, alright, you can all go celebrate and drink your faces off in a second,” Walter calls out over the group who immediately shut their mouths. “We have a few details to iron out but I’m hoping to send you over there for a full press tour. Photoshoots, interviews, talk show appearances. The works, you got it.”

Steve lets out a squeal of delight, his voice not yet returning to its usual bass.

“You.” He points a stubby finger in your direction. “I’m waiting to hear back about a last-minute cancelation on some game show out there. We’re gonna try to get you in. You know your shit?”

“W-what kind of shit, sir?” You ask from the bear hug that Rich still holds you in.

He holds up his hands, gesturing to the gold discs that surround him. “Music, my dear.”

All you can do is nod, not wanting to think about what that even entails.

“That’s what I like to see. Now get outta here so you can all combust somewhere outside of my office. We’ll call you in a few days. Get those bags ready, you hear me?” He waves you all off.

Before you have a chance to say anything, the boys are sweeping you out of the room. And off to the start of whatever comes next, you guess.

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Coronavirus live news: New Zealand could permit gatherings of 100 from next week

6.26 am EDT 06: 26

Rory Carroll

Bewley’s coffee shop, explained by the poet Brendan Kennelly as “the heart and hearth of Dublin“, is likely to completely close after concluding it will not be able to operate post-lockdown under Ireland’s social distancing rules.

Managers at the historic cafe on Grafton street, long connected with James Joyce and other authors, informed staff members “with deep remorse and terrific sadness” that it was likely to completely close in coming weeks, with the loss of 110 jobs.

The coffee shop closed momentarily in mid-March due to the Covid-19 constraints and would be permitted to reopen next month under the government’s lockdown relieving plan.

Nevertheless social distancing measures, along with high lease and a collapse in traveler numbers, made business no longer feasible, the handling director, Cól Campbell, said in a note to personnel.

Opened in 1927, the aroma of coffee and the promise of sticky buns and cakes drew crowds of artists, trainees and tourists, a bustle that produced a distinct atmosphere no longer practical under social distancing guidelines.

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The loss of Bewleys Coffee shop Theatre impacts more then Dublin, this is where we get to see new work from around the nation and playwrights & actors gain access to press evaluations. I can remember theatre from @ConalCreedon @annblake78 @CoraFenton but I’m sure there’s much more �� https://t.co/7bZqebSFaJ

Might 7, 2020

6.23 am EDT 06: 23

Thanks Amy, it’s Jessica here – I’ll be running the live blog site for the next couple of hours as countries across the world tentatively begin to ease their coronavirus constraints after weeks of lockdown.

As constantly, please do get in touch with your observations and experiences, via email- jessica.murray@theguardian.com – or by means of Twitter – @journojess_ – and I’ll do my finest to respond to as numerous messages as I can.

For UK-specific coronavirus news, my colleagues Andrew Sparrow and Lucy Campbell are heading up the UK live blog site, following the news from the ONS that black people are more likely to pass away from Covid-19

6.16 am EDT 06: 16

That’s it from me, Amy Walker. I’ll be handing over to my coworker Jessica Murray now, who will steer you through worldwide coronavirus updates for the remainder of the day.

6.15 am EDT 06: 15

Summary

Coronavirus cases in India have increased past 50,000 according to the nation’s health ministry, with the rate of infection showing no indication of easing off.

A gas leak at a chemical factory in India has killed a minimum of 9 individuals and caused hundreds of others being required to health center, in the middle of warnings that the death toll might climb greater.

China’s exports saw a shock 3.5%increase in April in spite of a hit to external need from the coronavirus pandemic, main figures showed on Thursday.

The number of people who have died after contracting Covid-19 in Europe has actually surpassed 150,000, with the majority of in the UK, Italy, Spain and France, a tally of main figures by the AFP news agency revealed.

Mayor’s in many of the world’s leading cities have actually warned there can be no go back to “service as typical” in the aftermath of the coronavirus crisis if humankind is to escape disastrous climate breakdown.

The United Nations has actually cautioned that the worldwide pandemic might cause “multiple starvations”, as it appealed for a more $4.7 bn in funding to assist more than 50 susceptible countries.

Poland has actually postponed Sunday’s presidential election in the middle of the outbreak. The postal-only ballot will now happen “as quickly as possible”, however is likely to not happen until a minimum of June.

Every one of the 400,000 protective dress that were flown to the UK from Turkey has failed to comply with the country’s health standards, with the delivery due to be flown back.

5.58 am EDT 05: 58

The coronavirus lockdown in Lebanon has sent an economy already in deep difficulty into monetary freefall, with many people struggling to endure.

In a brand-new video, our multimedia group follow Gino Raidy– an activist who was popular throughout the October 2019 anti-government demonstrations– as he assists to keep demonstrators safe throughout the pandemic.

We fear cravings, not coronavirus: Lebanon protesters return in rage – video.

5.45 am EDT 05: 45

Covid-19 deaths in Europe pass 150,000

The variety of people eliminated by Covid-19 in Europe has gone beyond 150,000, with many deaths occurring in the UK, Italy, Spain and France, according to a tally put together from main sources by the AFP news firm.

Updated. at 6.04 am EDT

5.35 am EDT 05: 35

Moscow’s mayor, Sergei Sobyanin, has actually said that the number of coronavirus cases in the Russian capital is around 300,000, according to the TASS news firm.

The figure is more than three times higher than the official total of 92,676 reported by authorities.

Since Thursday, the reported case tally across Russia was 177,160

5.10 am EDT 05: 10

A cruise liner which had been at the centre of Australia’s biggest coronavirus cluster has gotten here off the Philippines to repatriate more than 200 crew members.

Just under a quarter of Australia’s 97 Covid-19 deaths have been traced back to Carnival Corp’s Ruby Princess, causing outrage over why symptomatic passengers were permitted to disembark.

The Ruby Princess anchored at Manila Bay on Thursday. The cruise liner has been at the heart of Australia’s most significant coronavirus cluster. Photograph: Pcg Handout/EPA.

It has also become the focus of a criminal investigation after a spike in cases followed its March 19 arrival in Sydney.

The 19- deck ship reached Manila Bay on Thursday, joining a group of around a lots other cruise ships that will go through onboard coronavirus screening before any Filipino team members can disembark.

5.04 am EDT 05: 04

Mayors in a number of the world’s leading cities have actually alerted there can be no go back to “organisation as normal” in the after-effects of the coronavirus crisis if humanity is to leave disastrous environment breakdown.

City leaders representing more than 750 million people have actually published a “declaration of principles”, which commits them to putting higher equality and climate resilience at the heart of their healing plans.

New york city City mayor Expense de Blasio said: “Half-measures that keep the status quo will not move the needle or protect us from the next crisis.

” We require a new deal for these times– an enormous change that rebuilds lives, promotes equality and prevents the next economic, health or environment crisis.”

You can read the full report, that includes the procedures which have actually already been revealed by some cities, from my coworker Matthew Taylor here:

4.33 am EDT 04: 33

Akhtar Mohammad Makoii

The UN advised for a joined front to fight versus Coronavirus in Afghanistan as variety of confirmed Covid-19 cases reached 3,563 amidst high danger of continued transmissions throughout the war-torn nation.

United Nations Unique Agent Deborah Lyons has highlighted the requirement for “deep partnership with all partners to create a united front versus Covid-19”, in a conference with Afghan vice president.

Together they talked about the Covid-19 pandemic and its socio-economic impacts on individuals’s lives in Afghanistan.

” Both agreed that the cumulative efforts of all Afghans are required to tackle this pandemic that has currently killed almost a quarter million people around the world”, according to a UN mission declaration.

The nation’s health ministry has verified 171 brand-new infections over past 24 hours as the screening capability increased and more individuals are getting tested.

The country had a scarcity of screening kits early this month which paused screening procedure for a number of days. The ministry has actually also verified two deaths of Coronavirus in the last 24 hours, taking the death toll to 106.

Akhtar Mohammad Makoii ( @akhtar_makoii)

Overall infections: 3,563

New infections: 171 May6: 168 May5: 330 May4: 190 May3: 235 May2: 179 May1: 164 Apr30: 232 Apr29: 110 Ap28: 125 Ap27: 172 Ap26: 68 Ap25: 133 Ap24: 95 Ap23: 83 Ap22: 51 Ap21: 66 Ap20: 30

Death toll: 106

Might 7, 2020

Afghanistan’s struggle with a scarcity of diagnostic testing devices known as “RNA extraction kits”, which researchers use to separate the RNA (ribonucleic acid) in samples of the novel coronavirus, had actually been fixed after it recieved the equipment from WHO.

The health ministry has up until now tested 14,389 thought patients. The majority of brand-new cases verified in western province of Herat which borders Iran, among the world’s worst afflicted nations.

More than 250,000 Afghans have actually returned home from neighbouring Iran since the start of the year, fanning out throughout the nation without being evaluated or quarantined.

Number of brand-new infections decreased in Kandahar compared to recent days as 16 new cases were reported in the province.

Capital Kabul, which is Afghanistan’s worst affected location with a population of nearly six million, reported 34 brand-new cases overnight, raising the total number to 943 verified cases.

Issues are high in the capital as one-third of 500 random coronavirus tests in returned positive, health officials said recently.

Wahid Majroh, deputy health minister has said the outcome of 500 tests are worrying though. He has actually warned that the danger of the virus is its “greatest level”.

In spite of a government authorised lockdown in a number of provinces, streets are still crowded which raises worries of a rise in variety of death and infections amongst experts.

Meanwhile, war heightened throughout the nation, Defense ministry said the insurgents carried out attacks in around 20 provinces on Tuesday as the Taliban turned down numerous offers of ceasefire.

The United Nations Objective in Afghanistan has said that more than 533 civilians consisting of 152 children were killed in first quarter of 2020.

4.11 am EDT 04: 11

A team of Indonesian engineers have actually stated they have produced a compact ventilator from plastic drinking tumblers to sell at a portion of the usual cost.

The 40 engineers from the Bandung Institute of Technology (ITB) have actually developed the Vent-I ventilator, which is the size of a mini-oven.

The institute will intend to sell the devices for $1,000 each, one-twentieth or less than the normal $20,000 to $25,000, stated team leader Syarif Hidayat.

” The structure of this ventilator is much simpler compared to the ventilator we see in the intensive care unit,” Hidayat informed Reuters.

Like many nations around the world, Indonesia has actually also experienced a shortage of the mechanical breathing devices during the pandemic.

4.04 am EDT 04: 04

India: cases increase past 50,000

Coronavirus cases in India have increased past 50,000, according to the health ministry.

The upgrade comes as the pace of infection in the nation reveals no indications of slowing, despite a stringent lockdown.

On Thursday, India reported 3,561 brand-new cases, taking its overall to 52,952 The nation’s death toll increased by 89 to 1,783

The figures are still low compared to western countries consisting of the United States, UK and Italy.

Indian authorities have attributed the low toll to the federal government’s move to impose a stay-at-home order on the nation’s 1.3 bn people early in the crisis.

Nevertheless, they noted an eruption in cases within the largely jam-packed economic centres of Mumbai, Delhi and Ahmedabad.

Health minister Harsh Vardhan said Maharashtra, the state in which Mumbai lies, was a location of particular issue and that the federal government was on standby to assist.

” The [government] is prepared to help in every method possible. Be it workforce increase, capability building, technical support etc. or any kind of handholding that is required to manage the circumstance,” he stated at a meeting with state health officials.

How coronavirus is dividing India– video explainer.

Upgraded. at 6.10 am EDT

3.49 am EDT 03: 49

UN alerts of numerous famines brought on by pandemic

The United Nations has actually cautioned that the coronavirus pandemic might cause “several famines”.

The remarks came as the UN appealed for an additional $4.7 bn (₤ 3.8 bn) in moneying for its worldwide humanitarian action strategy.

Under-secretary-general for humanitarian affairs, Mark Lowcock, stated the worst impacts of the crisis would be felt on the planet’s poorest nations.

” Unless we do something about it now, we should be gotten ready for a considerable increase in conflict, hunger and hardship. The spectre of several famines looms,” he said.

More than 50 susceptible nations are to get contributions purchased with the funds by the UN consisting of medical devices to test and deal with the ill and hand-washing stations.

In March, the UN initially requested $2bn to be donated to the response plan, of which $900 m has currently been received.

Upgraded. at 5.20 am EDT

2.49 am EDT 02: 49

Individuals gather at the Cheonggye stream on Thursday in the middle of a lifting of limitations in the wake of the coronavirus pandemic in Seoul, South Korea. Photo: Ahn Young-joon/AP.

2.46 am EDT 02: 46

The chief of personnel to German chancellor Angela Merkel has stated the coronavirus pandemic will last for a minimum of the remainder of the year.

” We are not living after the pandemic now – rather we are residing in the middle of a pandemic, one that will be with us for a while – at least for this year and that’s being very positive,” Helge Braun told Deutschlandfunk radio on Thursday.

Yesterday, Merkel revealed steps to alleviate the coronavirus lockdown in Germany but at the same time introduced an “emergency situation brake” system permitting restrictions to be renewed if Covid-19 infections rise again.

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The Apoptosis Project Ch.7, Welcome to Sentinel

“Twenty-five years after Salem's defeat, twins Caspian and Lazula Skye are finally of age to attend their father's academy; just in time for the Creatures of Grimm to return. While fighting the revived horror alongside Frontline Biomedical's controversial Organic Androids, they begin to unravel a web of secrets ensnaring more than they could have ever known.”

Caspian spent what was apparently the next couple of hours in varying states of consciousness.

His eyes opened just long enough to see a rugged-looking man with a scarred face and black hair pulled into a bun leaning over him. Caspian's sleeve rolled to his elbow, and a steel eye examined his arm. The man lacked Sentinel's security badge, and a dark cloak covered much of his body, but Caspian recognized him. Sure, he couldn't have fought back if the man was a stranger, given his state. But as he scooped him from the mud, Caspian felt a twinge of relief before drifting away again.

"He's alright. Not bleeding, but the bruising on his arm is bad," a gravelly voice commented. Caspian felt his weight transfer to something much softer than the cloaked man's arms. "Probably passed out from pain once the adrenaline wore off. Or the kick of his gun did it. Important thing is, he's alive."

"Oh, my baby!" his mother's voice wept in elation. Both voices were muffled, as if they spoke behind a closed door. Yet, Caspian distinctly remembered feeling his mother's arms around him. "Thank you, you and Kita both! Really, I... I can never thank you enough!"

"As head of security, this is simply my job. No thanks is necessary," a woman's voice responded. Ichigo's mother, Caspian guessed by the accent. A rare one, from the mountains of Northern Mistral. She paused. "...It is appreciated, though."

"She said it well," the gruff voice added. "Gotta give props to the kid though, he held his own against that thing. I can see a bit of his dad in him."

"My dad... right."

Caspian's eyes opened once to an empty room. He felt safe, but the space seemed uninviting in a way. The chaste grey curtains were drawn over the window. A near-empty desk sat at the far corner accompanied by a minimalist chair. The walls, apart from those covered by cabinets above the desk, were a barren off-white. He was rigged to an array of wires and medical equipment, right arm secured by a sling and a cast. His eyes still could not stay open, and he drifted off once more.

He heard another voice. A man's he had heard many times before. He couldn't make out his uncle's words, but heard bouts of laughter perforate them every now and then.

A clear memory began to play out in Caspian's mind like a dream.

The Winter Holiday had just passed, Remnant's annual celebration of the end of the Great War just over a hundred years before. All of his friends had stayed overnight with their parents, and upon waking had found themselves trapped by nearly a foot of snow. His friends- Rowan, Ichigo, Laurel, and Lazula, gathered in the living room playing a board game; the particular one he could no longer recall.

His father strode out from the kitchen, Holoband raised to his chin as he cut through the living room and into the hall. A hush fell over the boisterous crowd, the pounding of the Headmaster's cane on the hardwood floor filling the room with each of his labored steps.

"You... you what?" the Headmaster hissed. His eyes flicked to Caspian and the rest, then back to his door at the end of the hall. "No, no. I'm glad, this is just unexpected..."

His father took to his room for a few minutes, during which the game resumed and spirits lifted again. But with the unlocking of his door, another hush fell over the house. Everyone's eyes landed on the Headmaster, prompting an answer.

"That was Douglas," he spoke. "He wants to introduce you all to someone. They'll be here in about an hour."

Caspian awaited the knock on the door with bated breath. His father had been quiet since, the sole hint to the mystery guest's identity being "one of Frontline's patients." When the knock on the door came, Caspian sprung up to meet it. Yet, his father was faster.

His uncle stood at the door, trying his best to hold back a grin. Behind him was a girl. She was slender and short, standing level with Caspian's chin. Between boots, collared shirt, pale skin, stark hair and colorless eyes, she blended in with the snowy yard behind her. Her shirt and short denim overalls carried the creases of clothes fresh from the store. Caspian bid her a welcoming smile as their eyes met, but it faded as she stared at him without expression.

"Everyone," Uncle Douglas announced, indicating the girl. "This is Snow. She'll be living with Holly and I for the time being, at least until she enrolls in Sentinel with you." He smirked. "I hope you kids can play well together."

Caspian was crowded from behind, and heard a cascade of questions tumble down on the poor girl.

"How did you end up at Frontline?"

"You're coming to Sentinel with us?"

"Show us your weapon!"

"What's your semblance?"

Snow stepped into the doorway, looking at no one in particular. "My name is Snow Hudson. I was taken in by Frontline Biomedical Technology for treatment, and will be joining you in applying to Sentinel Academy. My weapon includes four hard-light dust configurations, taking the shape of a sword, military-grade dust rifle, an axe, and a whip. These configurations are labelled A through D, respectively. My semblance allows me to analyze nearly all of an object's physical properties, such as mass, velocity, and chemical composition."

The room was quiet.

"Well, i-it's nice to meet you, Snow," Caspian concluded.

Her head turned until she looked to him with a blank gaze. The white of her eyes struck him.

"It's nice to meet you as well."

The next thing Caspian remembered, after realizing Snow was even more awkward around new people than he, was Snow leaving the room to consult with his father. Uncle Douglas sat down, wringing his hands and leaning in with an uncharacteristically serious look painting his face.

"I want you all to know something about Snow," Douglas murmured. "I deal more with the... technology side of things at Frontline, but she's suffered from one of the most serious cases of abuse I've seen in my time there. It's taken her a month just to get cleared for release."

The room responded with nods of understanding.

"I hope you can all be friends. But... it would be best if you guys didn't ask her much about her past."

The honking sound of a chair scooting across the ground scraped the memory from Caspian's mind.

"Oops."

Caspian's eyes blinked open, again revealing the unwelcoming room. He looked to his side to see his uncle, hand resting on the back of the chair. He stepped around the front of the seat, and sat next to Caspian's bedside facing him. Caspian wouldn't have preferred anyone else at the moment. Uncle Doug was like a second father to him, one far more empathic than the first. Sure his work at Frontline --whatever it was-- kept him busy, and he always made a point to put his wife first, but he always had time for Caspian.

"Good morning," he greeted with a wry smile.

"It's not actually morning, is it?" Caspian grumbled, rubbing an eye. He looked to Uncle Doug. "And where am I?"

"You're in Sentinel's infirmary," Douglas informed. "And no, you've been unconscious for a little over two hours."

Sentinel's infirmary. Caspian figured if he had been seriously injured, he would have been taken to Frontline's main hospital, just a couple of miles away at the tip of Port Cyrreine's Northern peninsula. But still, whether due to the cast or his injury, he could barely move his arm. With any twitch of the finger, a nagging, dull, ache would spread from wrist to elbow.

"...Did I break my arm?"

Uncle Douglas shook his head. "When your mom stopped by earlier, she checked you out. She said a couple of ligaments got twisted up in your elbow, and there were some bone bruises down your arm. You should be fine to go to the Entrance Ceremony tonight."

Caspian's functional hand gripped the blankets at his waist, and he looked wistfully to the foot of his bed.

"I don't want to go."

Douglas sighed. "Don't you want to support your friends?" he prompted.

"I do, and I'm glad they got in, but..." Caspian shook his head gently. "I don't know. I just really don't want to watch all the other people who did."

Douglas nodded. He unstrapped his Holoband from his wrist, unravelling it until it lay flat on the table beside Caspian's bed. A screen blinked to life between the two of them. "Maybe this'll change your mind," he offered. He leaned into his Holoband.

"Show news for Port Cyrreine."

The screen paused for a bit before showing two news anchors at a table, with a smaller screen imposed behind them. "Frightening moments on the campus of Sentinel Academy today, as a second Grimm attack occurs less than twenty-four hours after the first," the anchor reported.

The co-host chimed in. "This Grimm attack happened at the end of Sentinel's Final Entrance Examination. While no one was killed or seriously injured, thousands were forced to flee as the Creatures of Darkness descended on the area just North of Sentinel Stadium."

"Headmaster Skye's safety measures, along with Frontline Biomedical's Organic Androids and several huntsmen are credited with saving countless lives today. However, there is one more hero getting some special attention after today's events."

The miniature screen behind the two overtook them. A man in a blue raincoat offered a microphone to another man, whose hoodie had soaked through in the rain.

"Yeah, we- we were stuck in the stands, with this huge Grimm between us and the exit," he began, hands flailing with each animated word. "I-I-I looked to my wife and said, 'th-this might be it, I love you.' but- but just then, this kid comes out of the training grounds, I don't know if he was late or what, and he starts fighting the thing. Without him, I'm not sure if I'd be here."

The screen switched to a woman holding a bright umbrella. "Yes, I think he should get in! I think fighting a real Creature of Grimm and saving real people is as good a practical exam as any, and he passed."

"Wait, am... am I..." Caspian stumbled. He felt silly even daring let the words leave his lips.

"I can't guarantee you'll get in," Douglas said. "But, your dad isn't as 'by the books' as he lets on these days. He might make a special case for you." He stood suddenly, strapping his Holoband back to his wrist and checking the time. "I won't force you to go. But if you do, I'd start getting ready as soon as you can. It's in an hour, and seeing as no one has been let out of the stadium since the attack, all the good seats are just about gone. You might want to wash yourself off a bit, too. Showers are at the end of the hall."

-

Caspian had seen the hulking Sentinel Stadium from the outside, but his first time inside, he felt utterly dwarfed. A wall of spectators surrounded the center, their collective chatter coalescing into a roar. The academy hopefuls lucky enough to get in, Caspian noticed, sat in the arena in rows between him and a temporary stage. A square of screens hovered dozens of feet above, flashing advertisements and promotions.

"You were right about the good seats filling up..." Caspian noted, walking down the steps and scanning for enough uncomfortable plastic seats for him, his Uncle Douglas, and Aunt Holly.

Douglas pointed to a trio of seats a couple of rows down, next to the aisle. "Ah, what about there?"

Caspian would have preferred not sitting shoulder-to-shoulder with a stranger, but the redheaded woman with impeccable posture seemed good enough a neighbor. She paid him little mind as he sat next to her, even as he examined her unusual uniform. It was one he would expect of some fancy company's secretary. Maybe she just got off work, he guessed.

She turned ever slightly, allowing Caspian a glimpse at her side opposite him. Written in slim black letters, the words "Frontline Biomedical" adorned her chest.

"What?"

Caspian couldn't stop himself from whispering the word in disbelief. The android woman looked at him without a hint of expression. His eyes met hers. Something about their stony grey gaze seemed so... human. Of course he knew Organic Android skin, hair, and eyes were grown from human stem cells-- hence the "Organic" in their name, but this woman looked like any other in the crowd.

Her gaze remained on him for an uncomfortable amount of time. He could feel it on him as he looked back to the stage, begging the ceremony to begin. He knew she couldn't think. She couldn't be made to feel uncomfortable by his gaze, nor could she be annoyed. Her stare carried no cognition whatsoever. It was the stare of a mindless computer collecting data, through a pair of cameras that happened to look like eyes.

Finally, the lights dimmed, and the ceremony began.

The announcement of teams dragged on for some time, each name coupled with a bout of cheers from somewhere in the crowd, and each team coupled with a more general applause. The squirrel faunus and her partner got in, Caspian noticed. He felt happy for them. Yet with each team the Headmaster announced, and every name that wasn't his, his flicker of hope dwindled.

"This brings us down to the last two teams," the Headmaster announced. "Lazula Skye, Snow Hudson, Laurel Verdi, and Ichigo Kurayami. Would you four please come to the stage?"

Lazula strode up, with Snow behind her. More cheered for them than anyone prior, probably owing to Lazula's celebrity status. Laurel smiled as she followed, and Ichigo glanced at the onlookers, filling in behind her.

"After seeing the teamwork you four exhibited in the Final Entrance Examination, and how hard you fought during the Grimm attack after, I simply couldn't let you end up on different teams. During your time at the Academy, you will work under the name Team LSLI; lead by Lazula Skye."

The stadium erupted with cheer. Lazula drank it in, smirking and staring down the camera drone that hovered in front of the four. Her cape flowed behind her as she cleared the stage.

"And finally, I call Rowan Brown, Lilliane Corvis-Braun, and Noxis Orion to the stage."

Caspian blinked. There were only three of them. Lilly, rising onto the balls of her feet to brush sand from Rowan's nose. Rowan, complaining about the sand in his hair and clothes. And Noxis, crossing his arms and looking as if he'd rather be with anyone else. Caspian turned to his uncle, whose lips let on the beginnings of a smile.

"You three passed Sentinel's Final Entrance Exam quite handily," the Headmaster began. "But, as you may realize, there are only three of you standing on the stage right now."

A spotlight shone on Caspian, and a pair of drones gathered a couple of arms' lengths away. His heart began to pound as he realized his shocked face was on the screen, displayed to thousands in the stadium, and countless more watching from home all across Vale.

"During the attack today, something happened. Facing down danger and the very real possibility of death, this young man was given a choice. He chose to fight. I believe his actions today saved numerous lives, and exhibited exactly what it means to be a huntsman."

Caspian felt a stinging in his nose, and blinked away the beginning of tears. "Don't cry. Don't cry," he recited. "Oh gods, how many people are about to see me cry?"

"Caspian Skye, please come down to the stage."

Uncle Douglas clapped Caspian on the back as he passed into the aisle, and Aunt Holly grabbed his hand with a smile. As the stadium erupted with applause, Caspian walked down the stairs in quick, measured steps, finally reaching the arena and stage.

"You made it, man!" Rowan cheered.

"Congratulations!" Lilly beamed.

"After seeing you step up to face the Bullfiend, there was no doubt in my mind I would allow you admission into the academy," the Headmaster stated. "During your time here, you will work under the name Team CRLN, led by Caspian Skye."

"Lead by?" Caspian reflected. "...I couldn't have heard that right."

"Lead by? Is this a joke?" Noxis spat.

His words were lost in the roar of the crowd. From where Caspian stood, the stands seemed so much taller than before. The wall of spectators was over a hundred feet tall, maybe two. Shutter flashes blinked across the crowd like a swarm of fireflies. He looked down. Even his sister applauded him. Ichigo, Laurel, and Snow sat with her; and Lilly and Rowan stood to his side.

The tears he had fought to hold back all broke free at once, and he hid his face from the world.

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Grand Masters in Cosmetology (GMIC)

 Grand Masters in Cosmetology (GMIC) is detailed course in cosmetology to give you the expertise on Skin, Hair, Make-up and Aesthetics, it’s one program which covers all aspects of the theory and practice required for beauty professionals/ Cosmetologist to carry out treatments on skin, hair, make-up and Aesthetics in a safe, professional and competent manner. Grand Masters In Cosmetology (GMIC) is stretched over 15 months 26 days with a great learning program for a successful carrier as a cosmetology. The program is divided in different modules for Skin, Hair, Make-up and Aesthetics. 4 Modules of Skin, 4 Modules of Hair, 3 Modules of Makeup, Advance level of hair and Makeup along with Training on various Spa therapies and Nail extension, Micro dermabraision and Chemical peel. This particular course is a combination of almost all the courses conducted at VLCC institute as it covers content from:

 Diploma in Beauty Culture, Diploma in Hair Technology, Certificate in Professional Make Up, Diploma in Spa Therapies, Certificate in Nail Art & Gel Nail Extension, Saree Draping, Trendy Hair Do’s, Cosmetic Recipes, Certificate in 70mm Make Up, Advance Diploma in Hair Technology, Certificate in Chemical Peels & Micro dermabrasion, Session with Subject Expert History of skin care & the use of cosmetics, Professional Ethics ,Correct Posture, Professional behavior, Personal Grooming, Anatomy and Physiology, understanding skin & skin layers, Functions of skin, Types of skin, pH level of skin, The Lymphatic system , The Bones of the skull (Face & Neck),The Muscles of Face & Neck, Common Skin Disorders, Sebaceous gland disorders, Skin Pigmentation disorders, Under Eye Dark Circle, Hygiene & Sterilization, Massage, Theory of Massage, Different Massage Manipulations & Techniques , Classical Massage (Face, Neck and Décolletage), Pressure Point (Relaxation point), Shiatsu, MLD, Benefits & Contraindications, Massage Steps, Nail Care, Nail Structure , Common nail Disorder & Symptoms, Nail Shapes, Manicure, Pedicure, Superfluous Temporary Hair Removal, Tweezing, Threading, Waxing, Different Type of Bleaches, Cream Bleach, Protein Bleach, Lather Bleach, Facial Electrical Treatment, Knowledge of Electrical apparatus, Beauty Studio Center, Derma Scope Magnifying Glass),Woods Lamp, Frimator , Steamer, Vacuum Sibisper, Oxillation, High Frequency, Galvanic, Ultrasonic, Masks & Packs -Home care Recipes for skin , different Facials Skin Analysis, Draping of a Client & Client handling skill, Setting of the facial room, Setting of the trolley, Face Clean Up, Basic Facial

Deep Cleansing, Thermo herb, Fruit Facial, Gold Facial, Acne Treatment, Facial Electrical Treatment, use of Beauty Studio Center, Derma Scope ( Magnifying Glass), Woods Lamp, Frimator ,Steamer, Vacuum Sibisper, Oxillation, High Frequency, Galvanic, Ultrasonic, NMES (Faradic- Neuromuscular Electrical Stimulation),Aroma Facial, Aroma Body Massage, Aroma Manicure & Pedicure, Advance Manicure and Pedicure, Paraffin Wax Manicure & Pedicure, Anti Tan Manicure & Pedicure, Hot oil manicure, Advance massage techniques, Advance  MLD, Uplifting and skin Tightening massage, Skin Treatments, Hyper pigmentation Treatment, Anti Tan Treatment, Intense Moisturizing treatment, Face Firming Treatment , Sterling Silver Facial, Skin Whitening Facial, Anti Aging Facial, Paraffin Wax Facial, Nail Art and Temporary nail Extension , Sequins Art, Paint Art, Crystal Art, French Nail Paint Application, Temporary Nail Application (Glue on), Advance Superfluous hair removal, Italian wax & Brazilian wax (Lipo-soluble Wax), Administration & Management, Administration & Management of salon , Operating a Successful Salon, Diet Tips, Diet for Healthy Skin, Hair and Nails, Cosmetic Science, Spa Manicure & Pedicure, Different Nail Systems, Product knowledge, Personal Hygiene, Health & Safety, Nail Structure, Nail Conditions, Different Nail Zone, Classical Gel Nail Extension, French Gel Nail Extension, Maintenance & Removal, Nail Art, Needle art, Water marble art, Glitter art, Mylar art, Sponge art , Spa Head massage, Nail Art & Nail Extension

Spa Therapies, Types of Spa, Different Spa treatments, Various Spa Products, Study of bones & muscles, Study of various organ systems, Study of various body movements, Requirements from a therapist, Meditation for the therapist, Yin Yang energy, Concept of Qui, Tai Chi, Chakra Balancing, Body Massages, Swedish Massage, Aromatherapy, Lomi Lomi, Thai Massage, Balinese Massage, Reflexology, Body Polish/ Wraps,

 Hair Technology, Hair Cutting Tools , Hair Terminology/Methodology, Sectioning and parting , Distribution , Elevation , Cut , Basic hair cutting terminology, Types of Shampoo and conditioner ,Types of Blow Dry, Blow Dry with Paddle brush, Blow Drying on different Angles , Scrunch drying (With Diffuser) Hair Trichology, Hair Structure & Composition , Parts of the Hair , Layers of the Hair , Hair Cycle , Types of the Hair , Hair Facts, pH Scale , Hair Analysis, Hair & Scalp Disorders, Premature Grey Hair, Dandruff , Falling Hair, Alopecia , Split ends, Damaged Hair, Infestation , Roller Setting, Velcro Roller, Hot Roller, Hair Cuts, One Length Hair Cut, Diagonal Backward line cut, V shape One length, Diagonal forward Cut, Ironing, Crimping, Tong Rod, Hairstyling, Introduction & Styling Product Knowledge, Trendy Hair Do’s, Crown Management- Center Parting, Side Sweep, Zig- Zag parting, Twisting, Single Bun, Three Interlock Bun, Four Interlock Bun, Basket Bun, Donut bun, Forward Graduation cut Natural Inversion Cut, Scissor over Comb (Male cut),Tong Rod Setting (Directional), Different Techniques of Blow Dryer, Theory (Hair colouring and pigmentation), Demo—Global colour (with base colour),Grey coverage /Root touch up (with base colour), Full Head –Highlighting Red or gold (on virgin hair ), Colour with Frosting cap, Hair Perming, Basic understanding of perm, Hair Water Perm with basic 6 Sections, Oil Massage (Head), Henna Application (Head), Up-styles, Traditional Bridal Bun, French Knot, French roll, Twist in French, Runway Up-style, Admin and management of Salon , Operating a successful salon, Health and Safety, Hair Cuts With Different Techniques, Inversion variation, Classic Round (Uniform Layers), Square Variation (Back Square), Square Variation (Top Square), One Length Bob, Graduated Bob, Graduated Layers, Classic Men's Square, Men's Graduation Cut, Clipper Cutting Techniques, Indo Western Bridal, Royal Bridal Bun, Matt Multiple Bun, Anglo Indian Half Moon Bun, Mermaid Up-style, New fashion Up-styles, Crimped up Cocktail Look, Modern Retro Wave Up-style, Red Carpet Up-style , Brick, Spiral, Roots perm, Ends perm, pony perm, piggy back, hair rebounding, hair spa, dandruff treatment, Different Styling Techniques, Prep for style (Blow dry, Ironing), Waving (Tong curls, Hot Rollers, Finger waving, pin curls), Volume up (Crimping, Velcro) ,Twist and twirls, Braidings ( 2,3 ,4 , 5 strand braids, French braid, Dutch braid), Trendy Up-styles Up-style with waving techniques, Up-style with volume up techniques, Up-style with twist and twirls, Up-style with braiding techniques, Up-Style with fusion of waving and volume up techniques

Make-up theory, Portfolio Make Up, Glossy Make Up, Ramp Make Up, Black & White Make Up, Different eye liner, Different Eye Make-up, Fantasy Make Up, illusion Make Up, Old age make up, Makeup Technique, Corrective Makeup, Face Shape Theory, Color Theory, skin care regime, airbrush makeup, airbrush party look, airbrush bridal look, airbrush  fantasy look, Portfolio Make Up, Lipstick application, Day Self Make Up, Day Party Make Up, Day wet Look, Evening Make Up, Engagement Make Up, Bridal Make Up, Reception Make UP, Groom Make Up, Face Shape Theory. Media make-up, Anchor Makeup Female (Indoor), Desirable Diva Makeup, Glam Doll Makeup, Royal Bridal Makeup, Golden Era Makeup, Metallic Makeup, Face & Body Makeup ( Air Brush)

Saree Draping, Air Hostess Sari Style, Gujarati Sari Style, Bengali Sari Style, Mumtaz Sari Style, Indian Sidha Pallu Sari Style, Ulta Pallu Sari Style, Model Sari Style, Devdas Sari Style, Marwadi Sari Style, Dupatta Styles (4 different types

Advance Diploma in Hair Technology (ADHT)

Trendy Unisex Hair Designing, Men’s Corporate Cut  with Scissor Over Comb, Men’s Fade Cut with Clipper Over Comb, Hair texturizing techniques:-Scissor slide , Razor slide Channeling , Twisting , Deep parallel point cut,  point cutting, brick cutting, use of texturizing scissors, Transient Cut, Head position layering, Back Graduation, Concave Layers, Emo Cut, Grad. BOB/ Classic Bob, Fusion of Hair Color Techniques, Color change/color wash, Color Correction, Color Refresh, Latest and different Color Technique, Balayage tech, Highlights, New fashion Hair Styles, Catwalk up style, Vintage up style , Contemporary up style, Forms of Smoothening, Hair smoothening with color bonding, Keratin Treatment, Hair extension,

Chemical Peels & Microdermabrasion, Crystal MDA – Aluminum oxide crystal Chemical Peel Theory, Definition and Mechanism of Action of Chemical Peels, Classification of Chemical Peels depending on the depth of penetration, Chemical Peels for Cosmetic use, Indications, Contraindications and Contra-actions (Risk Management), Consultation and Consent form, Expectation alignment and Counseling the Client, re-care and Post care instructions, Professional Technique and procedure of Chemical peels (Superficial and Medium Depth and Combination Peels), Demonstrations and Hands on Practical’s, Lactic Peel, Glycolic Peel, Salicylic Peel, Modified Jessener's Peel, AHA +BHA Peel, Body Peel

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Mark’s  Log - 11/23/2018

Today starts with a different wake up. I only remember the second one since Valerian failed to wake me without touching me! Katie is succeeds the second time by giving me a little nudge on the shoulder and softly saying 'Sammy, Sammy, wake up. It is time for your watch.' Since everyone else is still sleeping, and the Main Salon is still dark (other than the red light that Katie is shining on me), wake ups need to be quiet and personal but no touching is allowed unless you tell people that the can do so or put up a sign that says 'Poking OK'. I guess I will have to get a sign! I am now Sammy, since I am the third Mark on the crew. The bosun is Mark, the other Mark is Robert Robert (not a typo, just  long story...), and I am Sammy. I get up, report on deck and meet my watch partner Dustin. I learn about the duties of the 6 AM watch. All watches start with checking the night orders in the Chart Room, and since it is now 6 AM we need to update the weather log. Wind direction (using the ships compass), wind speed (using the Beaufort wind scale), atmospheric pressure, and sky conditions are all logged. By 7 AM we need to visit Donald in the galley, fill the coffee and hot water pots, and place them on the coffee table on the Aloha Deck (the lower deck at the stern if the ship). 7 AM we do another weather log, and the prep for breakfast. Put out bowls, plates, cutlery, condiments,, and hot pads. 7:15 Dustin takes the skiff to shore to collect any crew members coming on watch at 8 AM. I go to the Bat Cave, Foc'sle, Bro Cave and the Main Salon to wake everyone up and turn on their lights. These areas are the sleeping quarters for young females, professional crew, young guys, and everyone else respectively. If you want to see where they are, go to the Ship and Crew Page on the Picton Castle site. Then mix some powdered milk and go visit Donald again to take breakfast from the galley to the Aloha Deck. Breakfast looks amazing today, and even includes freshly baked Chelsea Buns made on ship by Donald. 7:30 the breakfast bell rings and breakfast begins. That is essentially the end of the 6 AM watch! After the 8 AM muster, domestics and breakfast cleanup begins. Then us four newbies are given the fire prevention orientation which starts with another tour of the ship, this time focusing on all the fire fighting equipment. There are fire CO2 and Chemical Extinguishers everywhere. I lost count but there must be over 40 of them. Engine room has Halon gas protection. Paint closet has CO2 system. Galley has some chemical system that will deploy automatically, or can be deployed manually. Also cover all the fuel shutoff valves, gas shutoff valves, dangerous areas (battery room, paint closet, tar closet, rag bin (rags soaked in thinners etc. can spontaneously ignite)). All living areas have smoke detectors. Then fire hoses, fire pumps, backup fire pumps, procedures when you discover a fire, and the Stationbill for fire emergencies. So much information! After we sign the acknowledgement of the briefing, it is Koffie Pause. I stuff yet another Chelsea Bun down my throat - they are sooo good! After Koffie Pause Abbey, Sue, Valerian (who has now become Val) are in the skiff cleaning the sides of the ship, and also touching up paint on the topsides (the areas of the ship above the waterline). It start to rain so we focus on scrubbing and using a light acid to get rid of rust stains. The ship must look good for the wedding! It is so hot that we are actually thankful for the rain and work through it. The rest of the day is consumed by more topside scrubbing, touching up some areas that will be very visible during the wedding on Saturday (or Monkey shining it as Anslars called it). At the end of the day we learn that we have been assigned to watches. There are three watches and they refer to duty times when we are at sea. When we are at anchor one watch is on duty for some days at a time, and then off for some days. I am assigned to the 8-12 watch which is lead bt Second Mate Dirk. We are also off for the next two days starting after morning muster tomorrow. I am on duty with Colin from midnight till 1:15 tonight. I am looking forward to this since Colin is very experienced and is quite a character! More on that later! I prepare for leaving the ship in the morning and stay up till around 10:30 PM so that I can chat with Colleen. Thank goodness for T-Mobile and Wassap. I have free data and texts even out at anchor, and with Wassap calls are of course free. I go to sleep for just a short while happy that Coll is actually quite relaxed and is doing well in the simulator in St. Louis. So different to the first time around!

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Grand Masters in Cosmetology , Manicure & Pedicure Courses , Skin Anatomy and Physiology

Grand Masters in Cosmetology (GMIC) is detailed course in cosmetology to give you the expertise on Skin, Hair, Make-up and Aesthetics, its one program which covers all aspects of the theory and practice required for beauty professionals/ Cosmetologist to carry out treatments on skin, hair, make-up and Aesthetics in a safe, professional and competent manner. Grand Masters in Cosmetology (GMIC) is stretched over 15 months 26 days with a great learning program for a successful carrier as a cosmetology. The program is divided in different modules for Skin, Hair, Make-up and Aesthetics. 4 Modules of Skin, 4 Modules of Hair, 3 Modules of Makeup, Advance level of hair and Makeup along with Training on various Spa therapies and Nail extension, Micro dermabraision and Chemical peel. This particular course is a combination of almost all the courses conducted at VLCC institute as it covers content from:

 Diploma in Beauty Culture, Diploma in Hair Technology, Certificate in Professional Make Up, Diploma in Spa Therapies, Certificate in Nail Art & Gel Nail Extension, Saree Draping, Trendy Hair Do’s, Cosmetic Recipes, Certificate in 70mm Make Up, Advance Diploma in Hair Technology, Certificate in Chemical Peels & Micro dermabrasion, Session with Subject Expert History of skin care & the use of cosmetics, Professional Ethics ,Correct Posture, Professional behavior, Personal Grooming, Anatomy and Physiology, understanding skin & skin layers, Functions of skin, Types of skin, pH level of skin, The Lymphatic system , The Bones of the skull (Face & Neck),The Muscles of Face & Neck, Common Skin Disorders, Sebaceous gland disorders, Skin Pigmentation disorders, Under Eye Dark Circle, Hygiene & Sterilization, Massage, Theory of Massage, Different Massage Manipulations & Techniques , Classical Massage (Face, Neck and Décolletage), Pressure Point (Relaxation point), Shiatsu, MLD, Benefits & Contraindications, Massage Steps, Nail Care, Nail Structure , Common nail Disorder & Symptoms, Nail Shapes, Manicure, Pedicure, Superfluous Temporary Hair Removal, Tweezing, Threading, Waxing, Different Type of Bleaches, Cream Bleach, Protein Bleach, Lather Bleach, Facial Electrical Treatment, Knowledge of Electrical apparatus, Beauty Studio Center, Derma Scope Magnifying Glass),Woods Lamp, Frimator , Steamer, Vacuum Sibisper, Oxillation, High Frequency, Galvanic, Ultrasonic, Masks & Packs -Home care Recipes for skin , different Facials Skin Analysis, Draping of a Client & Client handling skill, Setting of the facial room, Setting of the trolley, Face Clean Up, Basic Facial

Deep Cleansing, Thermo herb, Fruit Facial, Gold Facial, Acne Treatment, Facial Electrical Treatment, use of Beauty Studio Center, Derma Scope ( Magnifying Glass), Woods Lamp, Frimator ,Steamer, Vacuum Sibisper, Oxillation, High Frequency, Galvanic, Ultrasonic, NMES (Faradic- Neuromuscular Electrical Stimulation),Aroma Facial, Aroma Body Massage, Aroma Manicure & Pedicure, Advance Manicure and Pedicure, Paraffin Wax Manicure & Pedicure, Anti Tan Manicure & Pedicure, Hot oil manicure, Advance massage techniques, Advance MLD, Uplifting and skin Tightening massage, Skin Treatments, Hyper pigmentation Treatment, Anti Tan Treatment, Intense Moisturizing treatment, Face Firming Treatment , Sterling Silver Facial, Skin Whitening Facial, Anti Aging Facial, Paraffin Wax Facial, Nail Art and Temporary nail Extension , Sequins Art, Paint Art, Crystal Art, French Nail Paint Application, Temporary Nail Application (Glue on), Advance Superfluous hair removal, Italian wax & Brazilian wax (Lipo-soluble Wax), Administration & Management, Administration & Management of salon , Operating a Successful Salon, Diet Tips, Diet for Healthy Skin, Hair and Nails, Cosmetic Science, Spa Manicure & Pedicure, Different Nail Systems, Product knowledge, Personal Hygiene, Health & Safety, Nail Structure, Nail Conditions, Different Nail Zone, Classical Gel Nail Extension, French Gel Nail Extension, Maintenance & Removal, Nail Art, Needle art, Water marble art, Glitter art, Mylar art, Sponge art , Spa Head massage, Nail Art & Nail Extension

Spa Therapies, Types of Spa, Different Spa treatments, Various Spa Products, Study of bones & muscles, Study of various organ systems, Study of various body movements, Requirements from a therapist, Meditation for the therapist, Yin Yang energy, Concept of Qui, Tai Chi, Chakra Balancing, Body Massages, Swedish Massage, Aromatherapy, Lomi, Thai Massage, Balinese Massage, Reflexology, Body Polish/ Wraps,

Hair Technology, Hair Cutting Tools , Hair Terminology/Methodology, Sectioning and parting , Distribution , Elevation , Cut , Basic hair cutting terminology, Types of Shampoo and conditioner ,Types of Blow Dry, Blow Dry with Paddle brush, Blow Drying on different Angles , Scrunch drying (With Diffuser) Hair Trichology, Hair Structure & Composition , Parts of the Hair , Layers of the Hair , Hair Cycle , Types of the Hair , Hair Facts, pH Scale , Hair Analysis, Hair & Scalp Disorders, Premature Grey Hair, Dandruff , Falling Hair, Alopecia , Split ends, Damaged Hair, Infestation , Roller Setting, Velcro Roller, Hot Roller, Hair Cuts, One Length Hair Cut, Diagonal Backward line cut, V shape One length, Diagonal forward Cut, Ironing, Crimping, Tong Rod, Hairstyling, Introduction & Styling Product Knowledge, Trendy Hair Do’s, Crown Management- Center Parting, Side Sweep, Zig- Zag parting, Twisting, Single Bun, Three Interlock Bun, Four Interlock Bun, Basket Bun, Donut bun, Forward Graduation cut Natural Inversion Cut, Scissor over Comb (Male cut),Tong Rod Setting (Directional), Different Techniques of Blow Dryer, Theory (Hair colouring and pigmentation), Demo—Global colour (with base colour),Grey coverage /Root touch up (with base colour), Full Head –Highlighting Red or gold (on virgin hair ), Colour with Frosting cap, Hair Perming, Basic understanding of perm, Hair Water Perm with basic 6 Sections, Oil Massage (Head), Henna Application (Head), Up-styles, Traditional Bridal Bun, French Knot, French roll, Twist in French, Runway Up-style, Admin and management of Salon , Operating a successful salon, Health and Safety, Hair Cuts With Different Techniques, Inversion variation, Classic Round (Uniform Layers), Square Variation (Back Square), Square Variation (Top Square), One Length Bob, Graduated Bob, Graduated Layers, Classic Men's Square, Men's Graduation Cut, Clipper Cutting Techniques, Indo Western Bridal, Royal Bridal Bun, Matt Multiple Bun, Anglo Indian Half Moon Bun, Mermaid Up-style, New fashion Up-styles, Crimped up Cocktail Look, Modern Retro Wave Up-style, Red Carpet Up-style , Brick, Spiral, Roots perm, Ends perm, pony perm, piggy back, hair rebounding, hair spa, dandruff treatment, Different Styling Techniques, Prep for style (Blow dry, Ironing), Waving (Tong curls, Hot Rollers, Finger waving, pin curls), Volume up (Crimping, Velcro) ,Twist and twirls, Braidings ( 2,3 ,4 , 5 strand braids, French braid, Dutch braid), Trendy Up-styles Up-style with waving techniques, Up-style with volume up techniques, Up-style with twist and twirls, Up-style with braiding techniques, Up-Style with fusion of waving and volume up techniques.

 Make-up theory, Portfolio Make Up, Glossy Make Up, Ramp Make Up, Black & White Make Up, Different eye liner, Different Eye Make-up, Fantasy Make Up, illusion Make Up, Old age make up, Makeup Technique, Corrective Makeup, Face Shape Theory, Color Theory, skin care regime, airbrush makeup, airbrush party look, airbrush bridal look, airbrush  fantasy look, Portfolio Make Up, Lipstick application, Day Self Make Up, Day Party Make Up, Day wet Look, Evening Make Up, Engagement Make Up, Bridal Make Up, Reception Make UP, Groom Make Up, Face Shape Theory. Media make-up, Anchor Makeup Female (Indoor), Desirable Diva Makeup, Glam Doll Makeup, Royal Bridal Makeup, Golden Era Makeup, Metallic Makeup, Face & Body Makeup ( Air Brush) Saree Draping, Air Hostess Sari Style, Gujarati Sari Style, Bengali Sari Style, Mumtaz Sari Style, Indian Sidha Pallu Sari Style, Ulta Pallu Sari Style, Model Sari Style, Devdas Sari Style, Marwadi Sari Style, Dupatta Styles (4 different types Advance Diploma in Hair Technology (ADHT) Trendy Unisex Hair Designing, Men’s Corporate Cut with Scissor Over Comb, Men’s Fade Cut with Clipper Over Comb, Hair texturizing techniques:-Scissor slide , Razor slide Channeling , Twisting , Deep parallel point cut,  point cutting, brick cutting, use of texturizing scissors, Transient Cut, Head position layering, Back Graduation, Concave Layers, Emo Cut, Grad. BOB/ Classic Bob, Fusion of Hair Color Techniques, Color change/color wash, Color Correction, Color Refresh, Latest and different Color Technique, Balayage tech, Highlights, New fashion Hair Styles, Catwalk up style, Vintage up style , Contemporary up style, Forms of Smoothening, Hair smoothening with color bonding, Keratin Treatment, Hair extension, Chemical Peels & Microdermabrasion, Crystal MDA – Aluminum oxide crystal Chemical Peel Theory, Definition and Mechanism of Action of Chemical Peels, Classification of Chemical Peels depending on the depth of penetration, Chemical Peels for Cosmetic use, Indications, Contraindications and Contra-actions (Risk Management), Consultation and Consent form, Expectation alignment and Counseling the Client, re-care and Post care instructions, Professional Technique and procedure of Chemical peels (Superficial and Medium Depth and Combination Peels), Demonstrations and Hands on Practical’s, Lactic Peel, Glycolic Peel, Salicylic Peel, Modified Jessener's Peel, AHA +BHA Peel, Body Peel

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