#granted the top layer of my hair was platinum

[lover-of-mine]

Me dyeing the bottom layer of my hair purple and getting a notification from Snapchat of a memory of 5 years ago when i had just dyed the bottom layer of my hair purple.

[gryffindors-weasley]

Where We Belong

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Amongst all the lavish luxuries at his parents estate, there’s one place Draco feels he truly belongs.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of the war, brief mentions of alcohol, slight angst, fluff, kissing

The ballroom was decorated floor to ceiling in only the most expensive of luxuries, down to the very goblet in Draco’s hand, encrusted with crystals amongst pure gold. Malfoy events were never modest in the slightest, anything borderline simple would never suffice. A pianist sat in the far corner, though the instrument’s melody had traveled across the entirety of the grand room. He should know, he’s spent years dancing his fingers over the sleek ivory keys when his father wasn’t around to scold him for it. 

Dozens of conversations mingled in the space, ones he could only assume didn’t hold any true meaning. They were his parents acquaintances after all, they never had much more to talk about other than their estates and business dealings. He felt rather grateful he hadn’t been subjected to talk about such things, for he’d gone a different way with his life. One that was better suited for him. He doesn’t feel as though they’d be interested in the subject of healing sick and injured people with magic; if his father frowned upon his career choice surely they would too. But that wasn’t of importance to him now, not really, he had better things to concern himself with.

Perhaps the most enamoring part of this evening was you. Well, it was most definitely you. Granted, he’d wished that you weren’t as much of a socialite for just this evening, because he’d much rather be with you than stand along the same gray wall sipping his wine. He’d been doing that all night but still he settled for admiring you nonetheless, he could never tire of that.

You were singlehandedly the best thing to happen to him and he’d say that with absolute certainty. You knew him when he was a boy who made all the wrong choices, and you know him now as a man trying to make better of them as best he can. He felt he had many flaws for you to overlook, all of which you did in fact set aside because you couldn’t hold him to his mistakes forever. You’ve shown him love when he had none, and for that he was forever grateful.

You had been weaving in and out of clusters of forest green dresses and pristine black suits, attempting to hold a conversation as best you could. It was proving to be rather difficult because you didn’t revel in overly expensive mansions and finely manicured gardens; you reveled in your cozy cottage with imperfectly perfect flowerbeds and old wooden shelves crammed with worn books. So, you felt it best to keep it moving throughout the room in hopes someone would say something of interest. With the war having been concluded, there was no looming threat over your head to hide your relationship with the Malfoy heir, but a small part of you had still wanted be on good standing with everyone. However, it seemed as though your efforts may have been futile the more you spoke.

Narcissa adored you, and that was good enough for you.

Your eyes eventually landed on Draco’s in your periodic scan around the large room, a soft smile tugging at your lips as you sigh. You were tired of being social, you had done more than your fair share for the evening. He’d been eying you ever since you left his arms just short of an hour ago, it wasn’t hard to notice after all. After being discreet in his admiring all these years, he no longer cared about being obvious.

“Here I thought you’d abandoned me, love,” Draco says, feigning hurt as you take the goblet from his hand and set it down on a nearby table.

“Now why would I do that?” 

A smile was quick to grace his lips as he looked down at you, a chunk of his icy hair dipping into his eyes at the action. His mother had scolded him for ignoring her wishes on cutting his hair for this event, even just a trim or to simply slick it back, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. You liked it like that anyways.

“You look beautiful, you know,” he murmurs in your ear, dropping a sweet kiss just below it. A familiar heat began to burn in your cheeks as his lips ghost over your skin.

“I believe you’ve told me that quite a few times,” you smile, a laugh leaving your lips when he nipped the lobe of your ear in a playful response to your teasing. You quieted when it drew a few stares that were just as quickly averted.

“I mean it,” he sighs, his hands squeezing yours.

A deeper blush stains your cheeks and you will yourself to look away from him momentarily, the bout of jovial laughter ringing through the room giving the perfect excuse to do just that. Draco was growing tired of the bustling atmosphere, though he supposes he had been even since the two of you had arrived at the Manor. Elegant parties were no longer something he particularly enjoyed, only tolerable in small doses. He was tired of sharing your attention; he’d wanted you all to himself and didn’t find it in him to care if he was being selfish.

You turned back to him, the fondness of his gaze still very much there and you can’t help but lean on your toes and kiss him softly. The tender action seemed to have solidified his ideas, ones he’d pondered the entirety of the night and he found himself nodding towards the double doors without second thought. A smile tugs at the corners of your mouth in a wordless agreement, and his hand is quick to envelop yours fully as he gives the room one final glance before tugging you along.

The halls were nearly vacant as you hurried through them with a practiced ease, his hand never leaving yours. Smiles were fought to be contained as you passed by a few staggered guests, sharing an adoring gaze as he tightened his grip on your hand. The only sounds to be heard were the giddy laughter leaving your lips, mingled with the fading commotion of the crowded ballroom and of course the clicking of your heels. The two of you disappeared around a corner, apparating to the only place you’d wanted to be that night, home.

—

The change of scenery was much needed, and very contrasting at that, your home far warmer and welcoming than the Manor could ever be. The scent of cinnamon and sugar was immediate upon walking through the door, a warm glow of miscellaneous lamps illuminating every room. Every shadow seemed far less mysterious and cold, the feeling of prying eyes within them no longer present. It was refreshingly quiet save for the pattering of the rain outside and the ticking of a few clocks, it was serene and it was home. No bad memories were housed here, and hostility was not welcome if you could help it. There had been enough sorrow and guilt in Draco’s not-so-distant past to last a lifetime or two, and he didn’t want it to tarnish your home. It was peaceful and it was shared with the love of your life.

“Are you ready, darling?” Draco calls out from the bottom of the stairs.

You appear at the very top with a smile on your face, Draco’s soon to follow as you made your way down the creaky wooden steps to him. It was tradition; after ever ball, every party, every fancy dinner at his parents estate—you would always come home to enjoy a night alone, away from elegant luxury, and away from the need to be proper. For an event like this in particular, it was always customary to share a dance.

Draco’s pristine black suit was discarded in favor of his plaid pajama pants, his hair a ruffled mess of platinum from apparating in the rain. Your silky gray dress had since been abandoned in a crumpled pile on the bedroom floor, his old quidditch sweater hanging comfortably from your shoulders in heaps of tattered deep green yarn. He hadn’t worn the thing since sixth year, but you had always taken a liking to it so he couldn’t bring himself to get rid of it.

“I’d argue that you look even more handsome right now,” you state.

“And here I thought you liked my signature suit,” he scoffs in faux offense as you join him at the bottom of the stairs, a bright smile on your lips.

It was true, he was always dashing in his rather monochromatic suit, it was impossible for him not to be. But his current attire was much more preferred, he looked much more comfortable. Not so rough around the edges and intimidating, not that you ever considered him to be. He was rather soft under all those layers of defense and angered sorrow even if he didn’t want to admit it.

He offers you his hand in a playfully mocking attempt to be proper, leading you to the living room. It was lit with just about every single candle he could find, the varying scents not necessary mingling very well with one another but the effort was enough to outshine it. The fireplace melted away the nagging chill of the rainy evening, and a single flower was held in your direction. It’s ruffled pink petals dripped with raindrops when you take it, and you laugh softly at the sweetness of the gesture.

“Have you always been so romantic?” You jest, his eyes narrowing at you in a lighthearted glare as you smell the lingering floral smell.

“Only for you, my love,” he says with a soft smile, tugging you close. “Not a word of it to anyone else.”

You laugh at the words quietly spoken against your lips, though you’re quickly cut short when his own meld with yours, his hand settling on your flushed cheek tenderly. His soft sigh tickles against your skin and you couldn’t help the giggle it had elicited, the flower in your hand now fluttering to the floor as you wrap your arms around his neck. He continued his affections across your cheek and over your jaw, your smile never faltering. 

“Is something funny, darling?” 

Amusement laces his tone as his words muffle against your skin, the feeling sending a shiver up your spine and an eruption of butterflies in your stomach. Your breath hitched in your throat at the single kiss pressed there. He knew that very fact quite well, taking great joy in the effect of such a simple action.

“Yes, actually, there is,” you state matter-of-factly, attempting to stave off how flustered you were becoming.

He looks up to meet your gaze, his brow raising as the corner of his mouth quirks up. “Do enlighten me.”

“I believe the tradition is to dance with me, Draco, not kiss me,” you laugh softly.

His hand drops from your cheek and joins his other around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“This is the first moment I’ve got you all to myself, pardon me if I want to kiss you all night,” he quips, his smile fond as he looks at you. “Besides, traditions don’t always have to be set in stone, do they?”

You smile and he kisses you before you can argue his reasoning, though you don’t think you can find a plausible counter for it with the way his breath mingles with yours in the close proximity. He breaks from you too soon with another quick kiss, and you take the opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder. 

No music was needed as you swayed about the cozy living room, the candlelight flickering against the sage-colored walls. No music was ever needed when you found yourselves in your own little world as you so often do. A moment alone to dance with you in the privacy of your own home, in the comfort of your pajamas at that, was far better than some elaborate ballroom in ridiculously expensive clothing. It will always be better, for your company would always be enough for Draco no matter the circumstance.

A smile graces his lips as his cheek rests atop your head, and the platinum hair that poked in his eyes and tickled his nose was only a minor inconvenience not worthy of interrupting moment like this. He still wonders how he’d gotten so lucky as to steal your affections, and not a single day goes by where he doesn’t feel fortunate for it. You were wonderful, you were warm, you were radiant, and you were his.

He’d dance a thousand dances with you in this very living room, because this was where the two of you belong.

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Tags: @theweasleysredhair @lunalovecroft @amourtentiaa @hahee154hq

[dracosaurusrex]

Notebook - Draco Malfoy x reader

Here’s Part 2!

Summary: In which admiration takes the form of notebooks, handwriting, and smiles

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!reader

A/N: I caved into an attempt to write this after reading so many fanfics haha. That being said, this is my first fic. Tbh, I’m not exactly satisfied, but I hope it brings you joy anyway. Feedback is very much appreciated! Thank you!

Draco Malfoy was known for many things. To the vast majority, it was his menacing behavior, characterized by his high pride and brash comments. You were aware of this. You even witnessed him in action when he and Harry would clash. Did you approve of it? Definitely not. However, you also took notice of small moments where slivers of kindness were shown by the platinum-haired boy, and for a short instance you saw a warm heart behind his notorious reputation. Because of that, you couldn’t help but reserve a soft spot for him in your heart.

With the exception of being paired for several assignments in the classes you shared, you weren’t particularly close to Draco. This, however, didn’t stop you from admiring him from afar. It was a known fact that he was one of the most attractive guys in Hogwarts. Despite his questionable personality, he actually had quite the number of admirers. How could he not? His chiseled features were emphasized by his alluring eyes and a handsome smile to match. You would consider yourself lucky to be present whenever a rare laugh left his lips. It made your heart skip as you catch yourself smiling privately in response. 

This was the case for potions today: Crabbe had mixed up several of his ingredients, resulting in the concoction exploding in front of him. No injuries occurred, but the incident drew attention to him as a thick layer of soot covered his shocked expression. After a pause, you turned at the sound of Draco and Blaise releasing a laugh as the rest of the class followed. You couldn’t help but laugh out loud yourself once the situation had registered completely. Your gaze, which was initially focused on Crabbe shifted to the blonde boy behind him. Your eyes locked. He stopped laughing, but his smile remained plastered on his face as he kept his sight focused on you. The class eventually calmed down, but you felt your heart beating rapidly against your chest as the connection lingered on for a few more seconds. 

Your good friend, Hermoine, took notice of your dazed expression, and waved her hand in front of your face. 

“Y/N! Earth to Y/N! Are you okay? What are you even looking at?” She turned her head so it was directed toward the same angle as yours. You snapped your head forward as you tried to hide the blush that spread across your cheeks.

“It’s nothing! Let’s get back to work, shall we?” You frantically said as you took her shoulders to turn her around. You didn’t want her to know about the feelings you had managed to keep well-hidden.

Your attention went back to completing the potion at hand, hoping that she didn’t catch on to your behavior. However, you couldn’t stop thinking about the boy and the slight interaction you both shared.

‘It was nothing. That was insignificant.’

You were constantly reminding yourself to keep your emotions in control, oblivious to the fact that the sound of your own laughter and the sight of your sparkling eyes had tickled Draco’s heart as well.

The scene continued to rewind itself as you tried to carry on with your day. After your classes, you found yourself studying in a secluded part of the library, trying to refine your notes for potions. You could keep up with the class just fine, but it took you more effort to do so in contrast to your other subjects. At least it was interesting and challenging enough to make you enjoy it.

You were 20 minutes into your study and your mind was desperately trying to make sense of the text in front of you. Your senses became overloaded. Your knee bounced up and down, you began to twirl your quill in between your fingers, and your eyebrows furrowed in hopes that it would make your brain do a better job in processing the information. The feeling of frustration soon built up, and to add to that, you couldn’t seem to get Draco out of your head. Controlling your feelings had never been this difficult before.

Throwing the thought of him to the back of your mind proved futile, as you heard a chair screeching beside you.

“Too much tension in your face is going to give you wrinkles, Y/L/N.” Your eyes widened at the familiarity of the voice. When you looked up, you were met with platinum blonde and the scent of mint. Draco was smirking at you. 

“Draco. Can I help you?” You spoke out, trying to sound annoyed while you allowed yourself to submerge your face into your hands. The beating in your chest was quickening just as it did in potions. ‘Why is he here?’ you thought to yourself.

He shrugged, “Probably not. Besides, I don’t think I’m the one who needs help.” His eyes scanned your workspace. Pieces of parchment were scattered everywhere, and your book was filled with make-shift tabs along with paragraphs decorated with desperate markings and annotations. It takes you a second to realize what he was talking about as you lifted your head to follow his line of sight.

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “If you’re here to pick on me, right now is not the time.” You mentally slapped yourself as the words rolled with harshness out of your mouth. In your defense, you really were trying to make sense of everything. The conflict between your feelings and your studying was not helping you at all. You proceeded to cover your face with your hands again.

Suddenly, a green notebook was plopped on top of your scattered mess. You peeked in between your fingers to examine the object.

“I don’t care whether you use it or not. Just give it back before our next class.” You looked up to see him walk off, stunned that he gave you any attention at all.

Once he disappeared from your sight, you picked the notebook up gingerly, running your fingers across his name, which was debossed on the cover. Draco was also known to be exceptionally intelligent, only falling short of Hermione. This thought made your heart race even more all while the heat began to fill your senses again. You couldn’t help but feel relieved, happy, and intimidated all at the same time. ‘Oh great. I’m swooning again.’

Your features softened as your fingers traced its edges, keeping the thought of the owner in mind. ‘This is his notebook.’ You smiled as you mentally embedded the recent scenes into your memory. With a grateful heart, you began to flip through the pages. You were surprised with the neatness of his penmanship, even more so with how thorough and organized the information was. More relief overtook you as you came to the pages that had the content you were frustrated with. You began comparing the content in your textbook to the notes in front of you, finally making sense of the topic. 

“Oh!!” You exclaimed in triumph, happily writing down your newfound understanding into your own notes. The feeling of satisfaction and accomplishment had replaced the frustration you felt earlier as you finished up your studying to head to dinner. As you packed up your belongings, you glanced at the green notebook before picking it up. Suddenly, an image of his focused expression filled your mind as you pictured him writing on the surface of the paper. You envisioned his piercing silver eyes and slightly furrowed brows, accompanied by slightly parted lips. His perfect posture, you pictured, was emphasized by the sleekness of the familiar black suit. His fingers were slender, wrapping themselves delicately around a quill. You silently thanked his mother for giving birth to the work of art that is him. Another blush rushes in and thoughts of Draco started to invade your mind again, but this time you happily granted permission for them to engulf you. With another smile, you placed his notebook in your bag.

Once you were gone, Draco came out from one of the shelves, closing the book he was using to hide his face. He glanced at your retreating figure then turned his gaze back to the table you were sitting at. He took a seat and placed his hand against his chest, feeling himself fall for you more as he recalled the loving expression that was plastered on your face when you caressed the notebook. He couldn’t wait for the next time you had potions.

Part 2

A/N: I originally had 3/4 of the fic written out, but after reading it, I just wasn’t satisfied with the way things were going. I felt that this was a nice stop for now, so that I can think of something more...sufficient for the vibe. Thanks for reading! Once again, feedback is very much appreciated! <3

[johobi]

Satan, Baby

Word count: 2.6k

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

Warnings: If you’re sensitive to religious topics and imagery I would skip this one, some rather major if brief angst, alcohol as a crutch, slightly scary in places, especially if you don’t like goats, fingering, tentacles (yep, however brief), archaic dialogue.

Prompt: “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?” -The VVitch (2015)

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16946889

When the devil knocks, you’re only too happy to answer.

Gin-gle bells, gin-gle bells, gin-gle all the way!

The greetings card sits, sardonic, opposite you. It has become a tragic premonition of this year’s festive agenda.  And the friend who’d gifted it you, gleeful grin and all, likely has no inkling of the accuracy with which it speaks. But how would she, when, blithe flake that she is, no longer favours you for her company this holiday. And not because you demanded it of her; of course not. You’re not the type to presuppose anything of anyone. It had been she who proposed your cosy Christmas twosome. A three-day extravaganza of turkey, gift-exchange and, yes, gin. Indeed, she’d been emphatic in her suggestion. It’s only been two weeks, after all, since you unearthed your ex-girlfriend’s year-long, adulterous deception. And you shouldn’t be alone after that, she’d insisted. But, no. The day before its Eve, your apparent best friend fucked off with her degenerate, drug-peddling boyfriend to a romantic retreat.

Christ.

So much for friendship.

So much for love.

Every unenthused effort you’d exerted in giving that other bitch - the cheating one - the Christmas she’d pouted for was wasted. The lurid lights, the offensively cheery decoration of your living room; it distresses your eyes and heart both. Reminds you how hideous a charade the whole ordeal has been. It’s relentlessly fake. A blanket of spray-on snow over nine layers of flaming lies.

It wasn’t just the pantomime of Christmas, though. Everything had been for Lily.

Your family’s desertion of you, for one. To say that they were disapproving of your relationship was underselling the strength of their abhorrence. Backwards, backwoods, and back-to-back harassment was their mentality and method in a nutshell. But you braved their repudiation for a love so true that it gave you the wings they purported God would tear from you.

If He feels so vehemently that a woman shouldn’t tongue another, though, he can fucking keep them.

And so you sit alone, gin in one hand and your dog snoring under the other, pensive. Numbly so, by this point. One can only weather so much before seeking shelter inside somewhere warm and safe. For you, it’s your mind and in the dregs of a bottle. Can’t drink too much, though. You have work tomorrow. The world doesn’t stop for Jesus these days.

Your drink becomes too cloying to endure. Its bottle, while only half-imbibed, sits suddenly heavy and offensive in your palm, because even alcohol has betrayed you. The stunts your stomach is showcasing deters you from persisting, so you relieve yourself of the bottle’s burden in an extraordinary way. Like an active grenade you lob it into the fireplace opposite and revel, exhilarated, how it enrages the flames for an alluring moment. The crack of splintering glass stirs your dog from repose to alarm in a split second, but you soon have him settled. He peers up at you with a question, but you only need smile before his placidity returns.

Maybe I could skip town? the scenario is heady to conceive. It grips you as you speculate within, everything outside your mind’s four walls forgotten. All but the flames afront of you. As they snap and writhe like the souls of those damned, the fire mesmerises you into a deeper state of introspection. You feel free of the compulsion to blink. Sink further into stupor.

I would sell my soul for another life.

The blaze speaks back. It knows you as well as you do. It is you.

Is that so?

Yes, I would, and there’s no hesitance to your thinking so. In your trance you feel easy, open.

That is quite the sacrifice, your mind supposes, though why you’ve taken on a different, more masculine voice to debate yourself is something you won’t allow yourself to examine.

Your eyeballs prickle in protest for being denied moisture. Nevertheless, it’s impossible to blink. My soul is rotten, if I even have one, and you truly believe that. I’ve been through too much.

The second voice inhabiting your body deepens. Deepens, and mutates, until there’s a trio of them speaking in perfect tandem; a whisper, a growl, and a voice of silver silk. Contrarily, it is luminous. Wouldst thou grant it to me?

“W-What?” you splutter it outside the confines of your internal monologue. Because that is not you conversing back. As soon as the exclamation stumbles over your tongue, your reverie disintegrates. You regain your ability to blink, but within one or two you feel yourself shift into an eerier reality. The fire is no longer quite so bright nor dazzling. The embers gasp their final, fiery breaths as they fade. The room is dark but for the paltry twinkle of your looming Christmas tree. Pluto barrels from the room, tail tucked to his stomach, a piercing yelp in his wake. “P-Pluto?”

Silence.

The rapid in-and-out of your breath is all that meets the muted air. Until the slightest shiver of movement catches in your periphery, and then you’re panting like a dying dog. You shrink into the sofa’s security, legs folding to your chest to screen your defenceless body. It must be a trick of the lowlight, but your eyes insist that there is a figure some eight foot tall occupying the corner. But it can’t be, because the tree’s illumination, however scant, catches nothing tangible. And yet, as your eyes squint through disbelief and murk, you swear, solemnly, that two, twisted horns sit atop this silhouette’s head. “Who’s there?” you don’t so much as threaten as squeak, catching your teeth on the tops of your knees. “Show yourself. How did you get in?!”

One blink and the demonic shadow vanishes, like your dry eyes were the instigator of this nightmarish hallucination. But something still remains there, you’re sure of it. It doesn’t breathe, it doesn’t speak, and it doesn’t disturb this plane of existence in any capacity, but you know it’s there. “Who are you? Have I finally gone insane?”

Your heart-rate is in the cosmos. And it only continues to ascend when the shadow responds, in that same, flanged voice. It’s otherworldly and melodic, bordering on soothing, were it not for the growl underrunning every spoken word. “Thou art of clear mind and clearer eyes. Thou hast summoned me.”

The dark form offers nothing to the truth of its identity, and yet you already know what stands there. There is no doubt in your mind. Strange, when up until this point you’ve been atheistic to the point of obnoxiousness. None of that is of any importance now, though, when faced by a being exuding the formidable truth. “Th-The Devil? I summoned you?”

It’s unnatural how your heartrate quietens when it - he - steps forward from indistinction. With him he brings an aura of utter tranquility, and even on its boundaries you feel like you’ve consumed a healthy dose of some benzo or another. Empty of anxiety, you’re able to appreciate the godless beauty of this man. Yes, a man, or perhaps that is how he’s choosing to present himself to you today. Quite against expectations he’s donned head to toe in white; a suit perfectly tailored to cling, and hair like platinum thread. Wide shoulders and narrow hips draw your eyes first, but then they land on, and refuse to waver from, his divinely-featured face. Everything you see there is sculpted by a deity’s master hand. The man possesses voids for eyes; they neither let light in nor out, and as he observes you without relent, you fear for what might happen if you fall into them. “Thou didst,” he murmurs past ripe, apple red lips, and this distraction is almost more damning. God, you want his mouth. More than all those who came before him.

“I didn’t think you were real. I didn’t think any of this kind of thing was real. What else is real? Do you have a name?” you’re not really the type to babble nonsensically, but you just feel so serene. Weightless. Words are but feathers on the wind, and to release them is to be free. There being an ancient, malevolent entity in your vicinity is of little worry.

“Seokjin is one of mine names,” he smirks; a mere twitch of his generous mouth, and cherubs are in chorus in your heart. The rest of your stumbling enquiries go unanswered. “Address me thus, if thou pleases.”

“You look more like an angel,” you breathe into the space between you.

The Devil smiles wider. It’s tenuous, but perhaps you spy two rows of vaguely pointed teeth. “There is nary a difference. They live to serve their Creator, as doth mine conscripts. I, however, am transparent in mine subjugation. He is not. One might consider that,” he tongues a tapered tooth. “Devilish.”

There’s little time to form an opinion on the matter because he takes two more steps to you, and every incremental increase in his proximity robs you of the wherewithal to function. He’s absolutely breathtaking, fatally so. It’s only when you heave in an urgent breath that you realise how even your most autonomic of impulses are impaired by him. You lower your legs to both see him better and signal your receptiveness to his advance. There’s no suggestion of what he may do when he comes near, but his eyes graze your exposed thighs without apology, only that sultry smirk pulling at his mouth. “Say to me,” he whispers low and slow, savouring each syllable like an indulgent meal. “Wouldst thou like to live deliciously?”

You don’t react verbally, not just yet. Your body, however, gives an immediate answer. There is a diabolical stirring between your spreading legs, intensifying for every second his gaze lingers there. It must be some dark magic hitching up your shift and soddening your cunt, but you sense it comes solely from you. You’re inebriate on his exotic musk, so dense that it fills not only your nostrils but your mouth; an irresistible tang compelling your asphyxiation. Rather than draw breath, however, you release a wanton whine. Each moment you go untouched by him your pussy strengthens its revolt. You’re so, unbearably tender, so shamefully wet, that little more than the heat of his breath on your skin will undo you. That much you’re sure of, as you squirm, open-legged and leaking for his pleasure, beseeching him for his mercy.

“Grant me thy answer, sweet girl,” the demon persists at range. He studies how unreservedly you present yourself to him, leaking so copiously that it moistens the sofa beneath. “I must hear it by thy own lips.”

It takes everything remaining of your modesty to prevent yourself from masturbating. “Y-Yes. I want to live a delicious life. Please.”

The one hand obscured in his pocket, he withdraws, raising it to the air. Adorning it is a ring, inset with a peculiarly flickering jewel. You rise, too, but whether it be by sorcery or out of your own, debauched necessity, you don’t know. The sofa dips under the soles of your feet as you straighten awkwardly to attention. The arousal streaming your legs in depraved amounts demands you keep them apart. An undignified stance, to be sure, but something you care little about in your condition. Fuck, you twinge like a metronome at your centre, mouthing around nothing but a desperate wish.

That wish, Seokjin grants. It’s only one more step before he’s level with your bosom, peering up at you completely soulless. Completely endless. His aroma is spicy and thicker than ever, and more potent an influence on you than the strongest of spirits. “Delightful,” he hums with a resonance that tickles your insides. And there’s no time before he actually is. With just the one, bold hand, he bypasses the lacy hem of your shift and embeds two fingers straight into your pliant cunt. Immediately you are boneless and require his shoulders for support, flagging over him like a damsel courting unconsciousness. You’re very much awake, however, because you feel it all. The quivering of your cunt as he stretches you in slow, circular motions. The press of his fingertips as he palpates your g-spot with enough power to weaken your knees. And then, most peculiarly, how he advances into you even at his knuckles’ limits. What felt like fingers before are now far too thick and flexible to be considered as such. The tendrils that penetrate you lash and writhe along the limits of your pussy, caressing the puckered opening in your cervix. The girth of him transformed is almost too much to bear, but you’d rather be torn asunder than risk his withdrawal. You don’t even think to question the unearthly occurrence. It’s far more gratifying than any appendage a mortal can offer.

But despite your best to keep him, The Devil withdraws. Slowly, painfully, he dislodges his digits from your sticky cunt, until there’s nothing there but an intolerable ache. You tremor as you raise yourself from his shoulders, poised to beg his return. “I need more,” you’re starved; raspy. “Please.”

He doesn’t capitulate to your pitiful plea. Instead, he removes his hand from beneath your skirt, fingers demonstrably fingers. They shine with slick so thick it barely runs. And vacant from his index finger is the ring you swear embellished him once. Confusion can’t establish itself before he ensnares you in his sordid eyes once more. “Sign mine book. Kiss these lips. Thy soul is the price,” he’s guttural but hushed all at once, and before you can fathom his proposition he produces a book in his unsoiled hand. Inlaid with bone and scale, the tome looks primeval. The spoiled, aged pages flip to one without entries, and Seokjin smears your essence in its margins. You require no further explanation.

The quill lies immaculate and waiting. “I can have anything I want?”

“All that thou wishest,” his tongue moves more than his lips do; a serpent behind sharp teeth.

It hurts to behold him much longer. The eyes that bore, unabating, into you; you feel him already taking stock of your soul. He’s in you, somewhere, too hot and too intense. And yet you want more. “Can I have you?”

His self-satisfaction suggests that your request isn’t a revelation to him. Just another of his ploys bearing fruit. “Thou desirest me desecrate your unworthy cunt, girl?” Seokjin waits a beat for your manic head-bobbing. “Very well. Sign thy name.”

You do. There’s no reluctance between your scribbles despite the agony that accompanies it. Each stroke scores itself raw into some unplaceable part of your body; your receipt for this cursed transaction. As your signature dries on the page, it’s with crazed anticipation you meet his waiting gaze. “I’m ready.”

The book slams and disapparates with an ear-shattering snap, but not even that can deter you from your trajectory. Delicately but determinedly, you bend until your lips are a whisper upon his. The kiss doesn’t remain chaste for long, however. Seokjin’s tongue pours like molten lava into your mouth, scalding all it touches. Your eyes drift closed while twined by tongue, and it’s then that he seizes you into a steely embrace. Rough, ravenous hands drag you from the sofa and plant you to the floor beneath him. His heat and weight are suffocating, wonderfully so, and each lap of his tongue is a lick of flame purifying you of misery.

God, you think, staring through the ceiling as Seokjin sinks his whetted fangs into your breast. Let me burn.

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This style stands out especially because of how short and dark red ish brunette color, although Carey has several short and similar cuts... instead the other looks brunette or blonde. Carey Mulligan short haircut Face shape: square heart. Hair texture: medium thin with a light wave. Cut: Carey's hair is tightly tapered from the nape of the neck to the occipital bone and towards the temples. Short and Sassy is what this hairstyle is about.

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The Cinderella of Wheelsy

You’re a small town woman who has no family save for an abusive step-mother. If only something magical would happen to you. Grant/Reader fic inspired by Cinderella. Thank @followingnaturespath for editing the story for me. If you like this, leave me a tip!

“CINDERELLA!”

You winced as your step-sister’s bellowed. Sighing, you put down your book and you headed to their room.

“Yes?” You asked.

“Help me fix my hair!” Demelza demanded.

“No, fix my hair!” Ursuline tried to shove her sister out of the way.

“Girls,” You sighed again. “Ursuline, let me do Demelza first and then I’ll do yours.”

Demelza stuck her tongue out at her sister as she sat down in front of the vanity. Ursuline pouted as you began to run a brush through Demelza’s thick, platinum blonde hair. While you did, your step-sister applied a thick layer of lipstick to her lips. You said nothing as you did her hair. Today you and your step-mother were heading out into town to shop. That meant you were going to have to carry everything. There was no use complaining. This had been your life since your father had died.

You finished Demelza’s hair and Ursuline shoved her sister over, plopping down on the chair. Demelza made a face but she then began to pick out her outfit. Ursuline’s hair was much curlier so it was going to be harder. You grabbed some hair spray and generously sprayed it. At least you didn’t have to straighten it today. That would take too long. Getting these two ready was already painful.

When Ursuline’s hair was done, your step-sisters got into two of the gaudiest dresses you had seen. Again, you said nothing. You followed them downstairs where Georgianna was waiting. You opened the door and let them go out before you. Inside the car, you were in the far back as usual. You didn't mind. It was one of the rare moments you didn’t have to be near your family. Actually, family was too generous a statement. You hated your stepmother and her daughters. They were the most awful human beings on the face of the planet and yet they were all you had.

Your mother had died when you were young and after your father remarried, he soon passed away. You had other family but they were far away and Wheelsy was your home. You couldn’t leave it, so you stayed with the family from hell. The only true family you had was Merle, your pitbull.

Once in town, you followed your so called family around.

“Alright girls,” Georgianna said as you entered the department store. “So as you know, Mr. Grant is throwing a gala this weekend. The theme is masquerade so we’re going to make sure our outfits are to die for!”

“Oh, maybe he’ll finally fall for me!” Demelza said with a dreamy sigh.

“No way! If anything, he’s going to fall in love with me!”  Ursuline said.

“No, me!”

“No, he’ll love me!”

You knew neither girl really loved Mr. Grant, they just loved his money. He was the richest man in town, but also the kindest. You remembered when your father had died. After the funeral, you had ran away from everyone and retreated into the forest. In the comfort of the trees, you sobbed. Sitting on a fallen tree, you bawled your eyes out. The last person you truly cared for was gone. Finally, you were completely alone without anyone to comfort you. Or at least you thought.

“Hey,” You heard a voice. “C’mon now, don’t cry.”

Sniffing, you looked up to see Grant Grant standing before you. He sat down next to you, putting an arm around you.

“I can’t stop,” You whimpered. “I’m all alone now.”

“C’mon sugar plum, I can’t stand to see a woman cry,” He squeezed you. “And I know your Daddy wouldn’t want you crying either. He’d want his little girl to be happy.”

“Yes but what am I going to do without him?”

“You’ll figure it out sugar. You’re smart.”

After that, you went to Grant whenever you needed someone to talk to. The only thing you didn't talk about was your step-family. If he even mentioned it, you would change the subject. Whenever you were with him, all your troubles just vanished. Your step-sisters didn’t deserve Grant Grant. If he was going to marry someone, it would have to be someone who adored him. Grant deserved a wonderful, special woman to be his wife. Demelza and Ursuline would never be that woman.

“Cinderella!” Georgianna snapped you out of your thoughts. “Darling, I know you like to daydream but this is not the time nor the place! Do you want to embarrass me and your sisters? Honestly, do you never think of us?”

“I’m sorry Georgianna.” You replied.

“I accept your apology but do not try my patience,” Georgianna clucked. “Now, where was I? Ah yes, for outfits were must have the most fantastic heels don’t you think?”

Forty.

Your step-sisters had tried on forty pairs of shoes only to buy one pair each. The shoe clerk gave you an apologetic look as you carried both boxes. Then, after searching through countless jewelry pieces, they bought the ugliest necklaces you had ever seen. To match, they both bought some really tacky earrings. Of course, you had to carry those too. The dress shopping was the worst. They were so picky! It wasn’t sparkly enough, it wasn’t tight enough, it made them look fat. Hours passed and you were ready to fall asleep. They finally picked their dresses and of course, you carried those too.

And of course, you dropped everything. Sighing, you started picking things up when someone joined you. Looking up, you saw Grant Grant. Instantly, you felt wobbly.

“Here, let me help you with that,” He said, taking the boxes. “This is way too much for you to carry yourself.”

“It’s no trouble,” You said, your cheeks feeling hot. “I’ve got it.”

“Don’t worry about it darling,” He stood up with no problem. “What kind of knight in shining armor would I be if I didn’t help a damsel in distress.”

“Thank you,” You said, tugging at your hair. “That’s very kind of you.”

“Shucks, I’m just doing as my mama taught me,” He said with a smile. “So, you coming to the party?”

“Oh,” You stopped playing with your hair. “Um--I don’t know. I don’t think it’s really my scene.”

“Aw come on, it’ll be fun!” Grant said. “They’ll be dancing, food, music and you can see Wally embarrass himself when he tries to do the cabbage patch.”

You giggled slightly. You wanted to go, you honestly did but there was no way Georgianna would let you go. She would make some type of excuse to keep you in the house. You couldn't remember the last time you had gone to a party. Fun was a luxury that you couldn't afford. You were about to say something when Georgianna suddenly appeared.

“Grant! Darling, how are you doing?” She said.

“Hello Miss Georgianna,” Grant smiled. “Just talking to Y/N here, seeing if she’ll be coming to my party.”

“Well of COURSE she’s coming,” Georgianna said though her teeth. “Why wouldn’t she?”

Now this was strange. That never happened. What was even weirder was Georgianna had an arm around you. This meant something but you didn’t know what. Maybe she was trying to butter up Grant. That was probably it. She was never this nice to you. Whenever Grant was around, Georgianna tried everything she could to appeal to him. It didn’t really work.

“Great,” Grant smiled. “Let me just take these to your car. I’ll see you ladies on Friday.”

When Grant left, Georgianna removed her arms.

“Honestly Cinderella, you’re so lucky Mr. Grant is too nice of a person or he would have told you he felt sorry for you. He finds you pathetic, unlike me,” Georgianna began. “Now you could go to the party if you had a dress but you don’t see of course you can--”

“If I get a dress in time, can I go?” You asked.

“You stupid, stupid, stupid girl,” Georgianna said with fake affection. “If only! But yes, if you could get a dress, you would be able to go to the dance.”

On the way home, you couldn’t stop smiling. It was true you didn’t have a dress but you had a semblance of one. Once you were at home, you ran up to your room. Inside your closet was an old, lavender dress of your mother’s. You remembered when she wore it and it was one of your most prized possessions. It was slightly faded with a few rips but you could fix it. You had two days. You could fix it up and wear it. Smiling, you did a twirl before getting to work.

The next two days were a flurry of activity.

Ursuline and Demelza took up a lot of time. They had convinced themselves that one of them was going to marry Grant so they demanded the works; eyebrow plucking, waxing, nails, massages, everything. When you weren’t working on them, you were cooking or cleaning. At night, you worked on your dress. You didn’t get a lot of sleep but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was the dance.

You hadn’t been this excited in years. A dance! How fun! And Grant would be there. Sweet, loving, wonderful Grant! Even if it was for just one night, it was going to dream. That was all you wanted, just one night to enjoy yourself.

Friday came along and you made no comments on your sister's extremely ugly dresses. They looked like disco balls that got into a fight with a painter and a duck. Once they were ready, you ran upstairs and changed. Then, you ran downstairs to join the others.

“I’m ready!” You said.

“Oh, what is that?”  Georgianna asked.

“My dress!” You twirled. “You said I could go if I got myself a dress!”

The three of them stared at you. You realized they probably hadn’t accepted you would find something to wear. Your were low on money and you only used it for the basics. You were honestly proud of the dress too. The tears were fixed, you managed to resew the bows and found the perfect fabric to apply to the top. Georgianna looked at you under a scary gaze. Then, she smiled a terrifying, cruel smile.

“It’s nice but you forgot about this.”

Georgianna reached over and tore the sleeve. You gasped, watching it rip.

“Oh and look at this!”

Ursuline took hold of your hem and tugged at it, making one of the bows fall. Demelza cackled as she joined in. You screamed at them, begging for them to stop. It was only until your dress was left in ruins. Looking down, you saw all your hard work was for nothing. The three women laughed as they headed out the door, leaving you to your tears. Dropping to your knees, you covered your eyes and started to cry.

That dress had been your pride and joy. Now, it was completely ruined. Why? Why were they so cruel to you? All you had wanted to do was go to the party. You just wanted to be with Grant. Just for one night, you just wanted to feel like a princess instead of a servant. The tears didn’t stop.

“There, there my child. Don’t cry,” Someone began to rub your head. “Please, no more tears.”

Your eyes shot open and there, standing before you, was a very lovely woman. She was clad in white, a pair of sheer wings protruding out of her back. Quickly, you stood up. How had she come in? The door was closed and so were the windows.

“Who are you?”

“My name is Starla, dear. I’m your fairy godmother.”

“My what?”

“Your fairy godmother,” The woman smiled softly. “I’m here to help you tonight.”

“How?”

“You want to go to the party right?” She asked. “Well, I’m going to send you there. Now, first things first, I need you to find me a pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin? Okay.”

This whole thing was surreal but you had no other options. Heading out to your vegetable garden. There was a large, ripe pumpkin you were going to save for November for pie. But the fairy woman told you to get a pumpkin so you did what she said. Once you had it, Starla appeared behind you.

“Perfect. Now place it on the ground,” Starla told you. “Now watch.”

Starla waved her hand and long, thin wand appeared. Once it was in her hand, she waved the wand over the pumpkin. You looked at the pumpkin. Slowly, it began to grow. It wobbled and shifted, growing vines that slowly became wheels. The pumpkin changed from orange to white as it became a carriage. You gasped while Starla giggled.

“Now, we need someone to drive it. Oh, he’ll do!”

Merle had come running towards you but before he could reach you, Starla waved her wand. Merle floated before he suddenly transformed into a human. He was well dressed and groomed. Starla ushered him to the carriage and you were surprised that he was going along with this.

“Now, we need some footmen. Two will work,” Starla looked around. “Let’s see, let’s see. Ah, lizards!”

Two lizards scurried across the ground. Starla waved her wand and before you knew it, they had transformed into two handsome men wearing lovely outfits. You were in awe but you then you realized something.

“Who will pull the carriage?” You asked.

“Hm, good question,” Starla frowned. “We need six horses at least.”

You thought for a second before getting an idea. You ran into the house and headed to the basement. There was a mousetrap and inside were six mice you had been planning to release. You came back outside and Starla smiled.

“Wonderful darling! Open up the cage and let them out.”

You did as Starla asked and once the mice were out of the cage, she waved her wand. The mice grew while their legs expanded and their hair grew into manes. Then, standing before you were six beautiful white horses.

“Oh, they’re beautiful!”

“Okay we have horses, someone to pull the carriage, the carriage itself and the footmen. What am I forgetting?” Starla looked at you. “You're right, your dress! Let me see how I can fix that! Turn around for me honey.”

Smiling, you began to turn. Sparkles appeared and your once ruined dress became the most beautiful ballgown you had ever seen. You felt like a real princess! Smiling, you twirled showing off your lovely gown. Glancing down, you saw glass slippers on your feet. Your arms had two white gloves and Starla held up a mirror so you could see your face. You had a lovely tiara on your head along with a matching necklace and earrings.

“I’ve never felt this beautiful before.” You said.

“Now remember this,” Starla said. “The magic ends at midnight tonight. Once the last bell chimes, you’ll be back in rags. Now, off you go.”

You hugged your fairy godmother before getting into the carriage.

    “I don’t think she’s coming Grant.” Bill said.

“The night is still young,” Grant replied. “She’ll come.”

“Do you really think her bitch of a step-mother would let her?” Wally asked, taking a sip of his beer.

“Wally!”

“What? Her step-mother is a bitch with a capital B! You see how that woman treats Y/N!”

“That’s a good point,” Bill shrugged. “Grant, I don’t think she’ll be showing up. You might need to move on.”

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

“Grant, you’ve been hung up on Y/N for years,” Wally sighed. “Look, just picture it! Tonight could be the night you find someone new. Everyone is having a great time when suddenly, she enters the room!”

Grant rolled his eyes but at that moment, people on the dance floor stopped and stared at the entrance. Confused, Grant looked to see what people were staring at. Standing at the top of the stairs was a woman wearing a lavender ball gown. A small mask adorned her face. People were whispering and looking at her.

“She’s the most breathtaking woman you’ve ever seen! You’re drawn to her!” Wally continued. “You must go to her!”

Grant wasted no time. He stood up and walked to the dance floor. Already, a group of men had crowded the newcomer.

“Here alone?”

“Care for some punch?”

“May I have the first dance?”

“Oh, well---” The woman began. “I--”

“Excuse me boys,” Grant said. “It’s my party. I do believe if anyone is going to dance with this lovely lady, it’s going to be me.”

The other men left as Grant offered up his hand to the mystery woman. She smiled and took his hand. He placed his hand on the small of her back before joining the others on the dance floor.

“It’s a pleasure Mr. Grant.” She said.

“Please, just call me Grant,” He replied. “Do I know you?”

“I---don’t think so.”

“Really? You seem so familiar. What’s your name?”

“Lady Lavender.”

“Hm, I think I would remember a name like that. Where are you from?”

The rest of the night consisted of Grant asking his mystery woman all about herself. Despite being vague, Grant swore he knew this woman. Something about her felt so familiar to him. Being with her made his heart swell and his mind felt fuzzy. If only she would take off the mask so he could see her face! But he didn’t want to push her away. The whole night, he danced only with her.

“Are you sure I don’t know you?” He asked one more time.

There was a pause.

“I’m---I’m--” She began.

Then at that moment the clock struck twelve. Upon hearing the chime, the woman looked terrified and then ran. Grant was stunned for a moment before he ran after her. She was fast for a woman in heels and a dress.

“Wait!” He called after her.

But she didn’t stop. She didn’t even stop when one of her slippers fell off her foot. When Grant finally got outside, he saw her carriage ride off. Grant picked up the glass slipper from the ground and looked at it. This was all he had left of her. No name, no face, he had no idea who she was.

Last night had been wonderful. You couldn’t stop smiling. Your step-sisters babbled about the mystery woman from last night and you couldn’t help but giggle. While you were cleaning up the dishes, Georgianna ran into the kitchen.

“Girls, you’re never going to believe this! Mr. Grant is going around to every house with young women to try on the slipper he found at the party last night! Whoever fits the slipper will get to marry him!”

You almost dropped the plate you were washing. Could this be true? As your sisters began to squeal with delight, you left the kitchen. Married to Grant? What a wonderful thought that was! All you had to do was try on the slipper!

“Oh Y/N dear!” Georgianna appeared behind you.

“Yes Georgianna?”

“Can you come with me? I need your help.”

You were still on Cloud 9 so you followed your step-mother without question. She led you down to the basement. She opened the door to let you in and as you turned around to ask what she needed, the door slammed shut. Fear filled your heart as she you grabbed the knob. It was locked!

“NO!” You shouted, slamming on the door. “Please, let me out!”

“I won’t have you ruining my daughter's’ chances of being married! You’ll stay down here until Mr. Grant leaves!”

Hearing this, you slumped down to the ground and started to cry.

“I’m starting to think this is a wild goosechase,” Bill sighed. “How do I get involved in situations like this?”

So far, Grant and the two officers had gone through over fifty women. So far, none of the shoe didn’t fit any of them. The shoe had even gotten stuck on a few people. Wally vowed he was never going to look at feet the same. Still, Grant wasn’t going to give up. The woman at the dance had stolen his heart.

“Up next is Miss Georgianna’s house,” Bill sighed. “This is going to be fun.”

They parked the car in front of the house. Grant held onto the slipper as Bill knocked on the door. Georgianna opened the door with flourish.

“Come in, come in! Can I get you anything?” She asked.

“No thank you,” Grant said. “Where are your daughters?”

“In the living room.”

Grant entered the living room to find Demelza and Ursuline sitting on the couch. Confused, he glanced around. He didn’t see Y/N anywhere.

“Oh that’s my slipper!” Demelza declared, offering up her foot. “You found it.”

Grant handed the shoe to Wally. Wally grimaced as he tried to put the shoe on Demelza’s. But the shoe didn’t fit. Demelza, realizing her chances of getting married were dwindling, tried the force the shoe onto her foot. No matter how hard she tried it on, she couldn’t get it to fit. Ursuline rolled her eyes before pushing Demelza out of the way. She offered up her foot and Wally tried to fit it onto her foot.

“Ah it fits!” She said.

“What?” Grant looked terrified for a second.

“Um it’s a wee bit tight,” Ursuline tried to take the shoe off. “Oh---it’s---stuck.”

Wally grabbed a hold of the slipper. Sure enough, it was stuck. Bill grabbed Wally and they pulled but the shoe wouldn’t budge. Grant joined in and with all three men, they managed to get the shoe off. It landed in Wally’s hand.

“I think we should move on.” Wally sighed.

“Wait, what about Y/N? She hasn’t tried it on.” Bill said.

“Y/N isn’t here!” Georgianna said quickly. “In fact she---”

Demelza suddenly shrieked. She stood up on the couch and pointed to the floor. Six white mice had appeared. Ursuline joined in, jumping up on the couch. Wally was trying to calm the women down but as he tried, Georgianna screamed. A large lizard was crawling up her skirt. She shouted at the reptile, trying to push it off. The lizard wrapped it’s tongue around the key ring Georgianna’s hand. Then, Merle ran into the fray. He grabbed the slipper that had been discarded on the floor and darted off.

“Hey!” Grant followed after the pitbull.

The dog ran downstairs to the basement. When he reached the door, he found Merle wagging his tail, shoe still in his mouth.

“Merle?” A voice was heard from behind the door. “Merle, is that you?”

“Y/N?” Grant ran to the door. “Y/N, is that you?”

“Grant? Oh Grant, please get me out! Georgianna locked me in!”

That was why Merle had stolen the slipper. The dog had known Y/N was down here. Grant ran his hands over the door, wondering how he could open it when he felt something climb up on his pants. Looking down, he saw the lizard from earlier, a key in it’s mouth. Taking the key, Grant placed it into the keyhole and opened it up. Y/N ran to him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Yes,” She said with a shaky breathe. “When Georgianna heard you were coming here, she locked me up.”

“What?” Grant looked shocked. “Why?”

“Because---”

Merle placed the shoe on the floor and nudged it. Grant picked it up. Then he looked at Y/N.

“You're the only girl in this house who hasn’t tried this slipper on. That is why Georgianna locked you up.”

“Yes.”

“Well, may I?”

Y/N nodded. Grant got down on his knee and slipped the shoe onto Y/N’s foot. It fit perfectly. It glowed and suddenly, the second glass slipper appeared on Y/N’s other foot. Grant stood up, looking stunned. Then, he looked up at Y/N.

“It was you last night. I knew it!” He grinned. “Y/N, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

“Yes!” Y/N grinned. “Yes, I will!”

Grant grinned and dipped Y/N so he could kiss her.

And, as they say, they lived happily ever after.

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Amber Heard, Before and After

Amber Heard has the world's most perfect face.

At least that's what Dr. Julian De Silva, a London-based plastic surgeon, concluded when he analyzed the 33-year-old's features using computer mapping technology.

"The Phi ratio of 1.618 has long been thought to hold the secret for beauty," he says. After measuring Amber and other celebs across 12 key markers for the nose, lips, eyes, forehead, chin and facial symmetry and shape, he found that Amber came closest to the ancient Greek principles for physical perfection.

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"[She] has the most beautiful face in the world, scoring a high 91.85 percent."

Of course, a plastic surgeon more than anyone would know that the so-called "perfect" facial proportions can be achieved by going under the knife. Funnily enough, Dr. De Silva's algorithm scored Kim Kardashian a 91.39 percent, and we all know there's nothing natural about her!

So did Amber also have a little help? Let's find out!

Amber in 2005

Amber Heard at Teen People's 2005 Artist of the Year Party.

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Our first shot is from back in 2005, when Amber was 19 years old. She's got the same dirty blonde hair colour, the same eyes and the same gorgeous skin. What's different compared to now? I think it's mainly to do with her mouth. For starters, we can see that her upper lip was naturally a lot thinner than the lower one.

Amber in 2006

Amber Heard at the 2006 Los Angeles Art Show Opening Night Gala.

In this more front-facing shot from 2006, we get a better look at her original nose. It does seem a little wider and more prominent compared to more recent photos. Also, her smile doesn't have that "Hollywood" look yet, I believe because she has a bit of an overbite. Note the thinner eyebrows, which were on trend back then.

Amber in 2007

Amber Heard at the 2007 Awards Season Diamond Show Fashion Preview.

In 2007, Amber was still au naturel (I think!). I'm pretty sure I wouldn't have recognized her in this shot. Again, the difference is all in the mouth—her overbite is causing her teeth to slightly protrude over her lower lip, and her top lip isn't nearly as full. The makeup is also washing out her complexion. I think the foundation is too matte and powdery, and could use some dimension from bronzer or blush.

Amber Heard at the 2007 premiere of 'The Beautiful Ordinary.'

Amber looks even less like herself in this shot. While her skin was super pale before, now she's got a deep tan and tons of blush. Plus, a very dated eye makeup application (nobody does smoky eyes like this now!). Then there's the hair, which is even lighter, with a '70s-inspired feathered cut. Isn't it crazy how her smile alone makes her look so different? 

Amber in 2008

Amber Heard at the 2008 Hot Hollywood Awards.

In 2008, she cycled through several hair colours. First, it was back to her natural dirty blonde—but styled in these stiff, retro curls. (There was a real old Hollywood moment around this time, do you remember? Scarlett Johansson used to wear this type of look as well!) Amber's teeth are also brighter, although there are more changes to come. As for the "bunny lines" beside her nose, sometimes those can happen from Botox. But she was only 22 at this time... hmmm!

Amber Heard at a D&G boutique opening in 2008.

Who knew that Amber once had black hair? This is totally a Megan Fox aesthetic (she was at her peak popularity at this time!). I think Amber actually pulls the colour off fairly well, even with much lighter eyebrows. It really shows off her striking green eyes. 

Amber in 2009

Amber Heard at the 2009 Sundance premiere of 'The Informers.'

By the following year, the black hair had faded into this deep brown, which Amber paired with a spray tan and spiky false lashes. From this angle, I'm noticing two things. With her mouth slightly open, she still has that slight overbite look (which she doesn't have now). Plus, her nose still has the same tiny bump on the bridge, just like in 2007. 

Amber Heard at Virgin America's 2009 Los Angeles to Fort Lauderdale launch party.

By the end of the year, it was back to light hair—but this time, a radical bleached platinum instead of her natural dark blonde. Not only is it too light for her skin tone, but the colour is uneven and looks really fried. She also returned to the retro waves and bright red lipstick. I think this combination makes her look a lot older than her 23 years!

Amber in 2010

Amber Heard at Diesel's Black Gold cocktail reception in 2010.

Then came another dramatic transformation in 2010. To coincide with her first film roles as the female lead (in Drive Angry and The Rum Diary), she got an upgrade to both her hair colour and makeup. This warm blonde is a lot kinder to her skin tone, and the smoky eyes and flushed cheeks are super pretty. I don't think she changed anything further about her features at this time... but stay tuned!

Amber in 2011

Amber Heard at the 2011 Hollywood Film Awards.

The following year, Amber was a blonde again, but this time, it looks a lot more polished. Although I'm still not crazy about the colour, the sleek styling makes her look every bit the celebrity. Another observation: spray tans were a lot more obvious in this era! The same goes for the makeup, which is heavy-handed. As for her teeth, they're whiter and brighter than ever. I think she had veneers, since the sizes and shapes are different versus 2008. 

Amber in 2012

Amber Heard at the 2012 24 Hour Plays on Broadway Gala.

At age 26, Amber had yet another hair colour change, and this one's my favourite of all, a warm medium brown. I can remember loving this at the time, and I feel the same way even now! Orange lipstick was a huge trend that year, and Amber is wearing it with beautiful fresh skin. Her brows have also filled in somewhat, compared to 2006. But there might be something else contributing to this look... a little tweak to her nose. Remember, celebs often change their hair at the same time, to throw us off!

Amber in 2013

Amber Heard at the 2013 Met Gala.

Amber's brunette hair was equally gorgeous in 2013. I actually did a double take with this photo—at first glance, I thought it was Miranda Kerr! You have to admit, she looks very model-esque with the minimal makeup and side-swept, brushed-out waves.

Amber in 2014

Amber Heard at the 2014 Golden Globe Awards.

I think 2014 was the year that Amber really "made it" as star, becoming a regular on the red carpet. The first thing that jumps out in this picture is her upper lip. Does it look fuller because the edge has been overdrawn with lip liner? Or did she have a little something injected? I'm not sure! 

Amber in 2015

Amber Heard at the 2015 premiere of 'The Adderall Diaries.'

Okay, by 2015, I definitely think Amber was dabbling with hyaluronic acid lip injections. See how the bottom side of her upper lip is kinda lumpy? She also has this same expression in 2007, and her upper lip did not have this much fullness. In other news, I think she finally landed on her "Life Colour" with this blonde. She has stayed close to this shade ever since!

Amber in 2016

Amber Heard at the 2016 Glamour Women of the Year Awards.

Does Amber get prettier and prettier or what? She was 30 in this photo, and I'm loving the off-the-face updo and glowy makeup. Red lipstick has started to become her thing now (it also makes lip injections less obvious!). You'll notice that her mouth position seems more relaxed, possibly because her teeth are no longer protruding as much.

Amber in 2017

Amber Heard at the 2017 Art of Elysium Heaven Gala.

Hair and makeup always improve dramatically as people climb the celebrity ladder, and this look is no exception. The tousled beachy hair, brown smoky eyes, shaded brows, contoured cheeks and matte stained lips are all super sophisticated (and were no doubt executed by professionals). Notice how her upper lip now matches the size of her lower one.

Amber in 2018

Amber Heard at the Hollywood Foreign Press Association's 2018 Grants Banquet.

With a sleek ponytail and red lipstick, this ensemble was perhaps Amber's most grown-up look to date. See what I mean about the red lipstick camouflaging the plumped-up lip(s)? The makeup is good, although she is wearing a heavier layer of foundation. Her face also seems more angular now, perhaps from age, weight loss or stress. Truthfully, I think she looks a little tired. (Stars! They're just like us!)

Amber in 2019

Amber Heard at the Planned Parenthood of New York City 2019 Spring Gala.

That brings us to Amber's most recent pic—and even with red lipstick, these lips stand out. They're definitely the plumpest she's had to date, and are what got me thinking about this Before & After in the first place! Fortunately, they're balanced by super minimal makeup, an off-the-face hairstyle and her fullest brows yet.

Amber Heard Before and After

Amber Heard in 2007 (left) and in 2019 (right).

Amber Heard in 2006 (left) and in 2015 (right).

Before I started this Before & After, I assumed Amber underwent a few cosmetic tweaks in order to score so high with Dr. De Silva's algorithm. 

Specifically, I was thinking a nose job—just like the majority of celebs we've looked at in this column. Now that I've examined her red carpet photos, I still suspect that procedure. But this is one of the harder cases to tell for sure!

With her face angled to the side, there's not a significant difference in her profile over the years, except for possibly a less projected tip. When she's facing the camera, I can see she might have had some conservative sculpting to narrow her nostrils, and to create a more button-like tip. 

One thing I'm sure about, however—Amber made big changes to her lips and teeth!

There's no denying that she's experimented with lip injections these last few years, to increase the size of her upper lip.

What made the biggest difference was addressing her protruding teeth, probably with something like Invisalign's invisible braces. Now, when she smiles, her teeth no longer overlap her bottom lip. She also has a much whiter, more even smile, likely due to a combination of teeth whitening and porcelain veneers. 

When we think about plastic surgery, we don't usually think about cosmetic dentistry, but Amber's Before & After goes to show you how transformative it can be!

How do you feel about Amber's beauty evolution? Which of these looks is your favourite? What "beauty work" do you think she's had done?

Amber Heard, Before and After syndicated from The Skincare Edit

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Can you by chance. Write me a story of Meihem. But it's were Mei cleans up Jameson. Like he has a nice suit on and bathed. Yes bathed and she shows him off to everyone and roadhog last?

“Jami-Jamison sit still please!”

Mei’s voice was exasperated as she tried to get her fidgety boyfriend to stop moving and splashing as she scrubbed shampoo into his soot-laced hair. She was being careful and gentle, not wanting to pull out any more of his constantly shedding, thinning hair out. The petite woman stood outside of the bathtub in her room, Junkrat’s sitting form still coming up to her shoulders as she bathed him. This is what it had taken to get Junkrat into the tub, the promise that ‘she’d join him’. And join him she had, just not as naked as Jamison would have liked; already bathed and dressed in her namesake deep blue tanktop and a pair of shorts that Jamison had offered to take off for her. She declined.

Instead, Mei had motioned for him to enter the tub she had already filled with piping hot water, just the way he liked his showers, and had an array of bath bombs set up outside of the tub as a affectionate atonement for her deception. Jamison had pouted fiercely, arms crossed and grumbling about how his ‘lil snowflake’ has tricked him. He kept up his behavior until she had begun to scrub heartily at his back, drawing purrs from the lanky Junker, his body turning to putty for the rest of the bath. Mei was thorough, scrubbing dirt, soot, gunpowder and whatever manner of mess clung to his skin. It took time and elbow grease but soon, Mei had managed to find what really lay under all those layers of unclean. His skin was tanned, if not a bit red from her aggressive washing, and he was covered from head to toe in freckles. Mei’s fingers had lingered, quietly assessing the freckles with intense curiosity before Junkrat would grab her hand and nip at her fingertips only to be blushily admonished. Now she had finally made it to his hair.

“Can’t help it, darl”, Junkrat exclaims, fidgeting a bit more before tossing up his arms. “Tickles! That ‘n I feel…naked!”

“You are naked”, Mei answered back, expression deadpan but tone holding a hint of a chuckle.

“Yeah I am”, Junkrat answered with a waggle of his bushy brows, tittering as Mei flicked him light in the back of the head. “I mean without me dirt! Just don’t feel natural!”

Mei understood, she really did. The Omnium explosion had torn a hole in the ozone layer above continent of Australia, leaving the land highly susceptible to adverse weather conditions and a concerning lack of protection from the sun. Heat prevented clothing being used as a skin protectant so instead dirt, mud and various homemade concoctions guarded them from debilitating sunburns. Mei had done her research, her expertise in climatology granting her insight into the possible ripple effects a severe climate changes might have on a society. The Eastern coastal cities used technology to bubble their city, the less sophisticated Junkers used dirt. But they weren’t in Australia anymore.

Roadhog had taken to daily bathing as if it was an old, dear friend, the elder Junker always clean and smelling of whatever perfumes or colognes or deodorants caught his fancy. Junkrat, however, had never been a daily bather, had never known the joys of relaxing in a hot shower or tub. The demolitionist would lament how Roadie would ‘hold him down in the water and scrub ‘im like a dog’, often followed by the agitated statement of ‘just wash your own ass and I wouldn’t have to’. But bathing was out of his comfort zone, the dirt and soot on his skin kind of like a comforting blanket when he wasn’t ‘home in Oz’ anymore. He had gotten better since he had been at the Watchpoint though. Mei’s soft reminders of he couldn’t lay in her bed if he was dirty combined with Mako’s nurturing threats to drown him again actually coaxing the man into washing at least twice a week of his own volition. Now the only smell that seemed to linger with him was that of gunpowder and firewood, even when he was covered in a fine layer of dust. Tonight’s event, however, demanded absolute cleanliness.

Tonight was the first official formal gala for the newly legalized Overwatch. It was an all hands on deck event, even the uncouth Junker required to be on hand site, to let the world know about their brand new, legal reputation. Best behaviors were expected and anyone stepping out of line would be reprimanded. Normally this wouldn’t be nearly as threatening or terrifying as one might think, but when Ana was the one doling out the punishment it was no joke. Mei sped up the washing of his hair as much as she could, the dirty burn blonde locks turning gold-platinum in the bright light of the bathroom. Wiping her forehead, she took a half-step back to appraise her hard work and couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks as she surveyed him.

She had always believed that Jamison ‘Junkrat’ Fawkes was attractive but seeing him clean and pristine was something brand new. In the oddest of ways, he was devilishly attractive in his duality. He was raunchy and dirty and passionate and excitable and a chaotic force that gave hurricanes a run for their money, but he could also be gentle and tooth rottingly sweet and tender. Nibbling lightly on her bottom lip, Mei could feel a blush rise to her cheeks, only growing darker as Jamison stood up with a flirty smirk on his lips. Mei’s hand clapped over her face, less in embarrassment and more in exasperation as the Junker shook his hips, his dick slapping his thighs audibly. How he managed to do that in a tub, mostly filled with water without either of his prosthetics would be impressive if it wasn’t so damn raunchy.

“You are impossible”, she sighed, dropping her hands from her face and rolling her eyes at him, not fighting the slightly amused smirk that crossed her lips. His toothy grin didn’t waver, but the movements of his hips stopped as he Mei moved closer and reached out to him.

“Knew ya couldn’t keep your hands offa me snowflake”, Junkrat teased as Mei’s arm easily wraps around his small waist, helping to hoist him out of the tub and setting him down on a chair she had brought into the room.

He practically purred like a pleased feral cat, shaking his shoulders as Mei gently pat him down with the towel, drying his skin gently and carefully. Next came a layer of unscented body lotion, a spritz of a special cologne and a gentle combing through his hair. Junkrat blabbered on and on as Mei groomed him tenderly, his golden eyes glittering as he relaxed underneath her tender touch. The Junker made a mental note to return the favor but for now he would bask in the delightful feel of her hands all over his body. As Mei backed away from Jamison, he couldn’t help the cheeky grin and unbalanced pose she struck for her. The petite Chinese woman’s hands jump of to her lips, stifling the giggles that he was able to so easily pull from her lips. Mei’s giggle was like music to his ears, soft and tinkling and punctuated with a slight snort if something was especially funny to her. Hearing her laugh was one of his greatest goals and he was pretty successful at it most of the time, stroking his pride and filling him with as much warmth as a napalm.

“Ey Mei”, Jamison questioned as his eyes darted around the bathroom, searching for something and not finding it. “Where’s me arm and leg?”

“Oh I have a surprise for you”, Mei exclaimed, clapping her hands together in sudden remembrance. She held up a finger before rushing out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, returning with something held behind her back. “Ta-da!!”

She thrusts her arms out, a grin on her face as she revealed her gift for him. They were newly built prosthetics, streamlined and completely black with bright neon orange lights and joints as highlights. The arm was extremely similar to Symmetra’s, but it had obviously been sized and created just for Junkrat. His peg leg was done in a similar fashion, the shocks and joints and cushioning covered while still tapering off into a thin, high shined black peg. A nervous smile settled on Mei’s lips as she waited for Jamison’s reaction, eyes dropping sheepishly to the new prosthetics.

“I-I hope this is okay”, she exclaimed, face growing redder as she locked her focus on the limbs. “I-I know you made all of yours but I-I thought th-that maybe a formal pair might be nice! S-So Satya helped me to design so-some. But it’s okay if you don’t like them! I ho-hope I didn’t overstep…sorry.”

When Junkrat still hadn’t replied, Mei peeked up at him through her lashes, her face and neck burning as she finally looked at her boyfriend. His bottom lip was quivering, a watery smile on his lips, tears of joy actually rolling down his cheeks.

“For me”, Junkrat questioned, pressing a hand against his chest and grinning wider and wider. He roughly pushed the tears away, sniffing hard and giggling softly. “Thank ya, snowflake!”

“You’re welcome Jamie”, Mei said warmly before slightly shaking the limbs. “Let’s finish getting ready!”

“Whoa…nice look Junkman!”

“No fricking way….nice going Mei!”

“Impressive…”

“Nice looking, my friend!”

Junkrat was fighting a mix of emotions; to puff out his chest and bask in the glory or to shy away because all the attention was making him sheepish. Mei held onto his hand light, smiling up at him in a way that managed to push the anxious buzzing from his stomach. She really had gone all out to make sure the both of them looked their best. She had her hair half up, half down, a small bun held back by a white chrysanthemum pin while the rest of her hair fell in soft waves around her shoulder and face. Her dress was a crimson floor length halter top a-line with a knee high slit that showed off her toned calves and cream colored heels. Her makeup was soft and sweet, a sweeping of pink blush and a deep pink gloss across her lips. Junkrat had gushed, slack jawed and starry eyes as Mei had gotten ready that evening, fawning over her with what felt like hundreds of compliments. She was sure that she had heard how beautiful she was and how lucky he was to have her and how everyone would look like shit in comparison. While Mei was nothing to sniff at, everyone was gawking at Junkrat.

Mei had gone above and beyond to make the younger Junker look just as amazing as she always thought he did. He wore a black tuxedo and white dress shirt, tailored and fitted to fit the lithe frame of the demolitionist; orange tie, handkerchief and dress socks a pop shocking pop of color against the monochrome outfit. The right leg of his tux had been rolled up, showing off the new, sleek black and orange prosthetic he had been gifted, Mei gently holding onto his black hand. His light blonde hair had been combed back and gelled into a coif, giving his angular face a stylish, sharp look. With all the dirt gone, hair styled and dressed in actually fitting clothes, the Junker looked his age if not a bit younger. He looked attractive and clean and completely unlike the Junkrat they had grown used to, Junkrat practically glowing with pride at all the compliments being bestowed upon him.

“Oh Mako”, Mei said with a grin, adjusting her glasses needlessly once more as she peered across the room. The man had placed himself in a corner, away from all the action and attention that was buzzing around towards the front of the hall. Smiling apologetically at her friends, she began to push through the small throng of agents that stood in front of them. “Sorry sorry, we will be right back.”

“Oy Hog”, Junkrat exclaimed, a part of him perking up as soon as he caught sight of his bodyguard and best friend. “Whatcha think mate?”

Mako was without his mask, his silver bushy brows lifting in surprise as his dark eyes studied his employer. Roadhog glanced at Mei before giving a slight wink, grunting low in his throat and giving a slight shrug of the shoulder. The both of them giggled softly as they watched his shoulders sink before Junkrat moved forward and placed one heavy hand on Jamison’s shoulder and the other on Mei’s

“Nice”, Roadhog said simply, the single worded compliment making the younger Junker’s eyes light up, a tittering giggle leaving his mouth. “Good job Mei.”

“Oy it’s my face mate!”

“And she actually made it look halfway decent.”

“Fuckin’ ru–”

“What was that?”

“N-nothin’ mate! I got it, thanks for the compliment!”

Mei covered her mouth, tickled pink and proud at the highest of compliments coming from the other Junker. Squeezing Jamison’s hand lightly she smiled sweetly at him, rubbing her thumb over the back of his hand tenderly.

“You look very nice.”

Junkrat’s eyes lit up even brighter, giving a sharp toothed grin to his petite date.

“Well thank ya darlin!!”

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Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

Lightening or bleaching your hair, takes a heavy toll, especially when you have curly hair. But there are ways of doing it to minimise the damage, and I think my hair is proof of this.

I’ve been colouring my curly hair for years now, and over the last couple of years, I went blonder and blonder, until I’ve eventually gone pink!

So when this question came through on my YouTube Q&A series, I knew I’d have quite a few answers.

Carrol asks,

“Any specific tips for curly hair care pre and post bleaching?”

I have more tips in my post here on what you should know before you bleach your hair, but specifically for curly hair, here’s my advice:

Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

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Click here if you can’t see the video above.

1. Don’t wash your hair

For at least two days before going to the salon, keep your hair out of the shower or basin. For most curly girls this is easiest bit of advice – and I bet you can even go longer that two days!

But what you’re doing when you don’t wash your hair is you’re building up a nice layer of natural protection on your scalp from your hair oils.

Having colour applied directly to your scalp can be quite damaging and can be a little bit painful too. So having your natural hair oil protect your scalp is the way to go.

Don’t worry about going in with really dirty hair; it’s better than going in with clean hair – particularly for bleach.

2. Brush out those curls

You know how I never tell you to brush your curls? Well, in this case, it’s going to be much more comfortable for you to do it yourself than having someone in the salon do it. Because they will have to before they apply colour or bleach.

If you haven’t been to that salon before, take in some photos to show them what your curls really look like before it’s all brushed out. This will give them an idea of styling your hair at the end of your appointment.

I recommend using a Tangle Teezer or similar brush to smooth out your curls and remove any knots and tangles before you go in This makes it a lot easier (and quicker) for your hairdresser to section and colour your hair, and I know it’s a lot less painful to brush out your own curls than to have an apprentice do it for you.

3. Choose your appointment date carefully

This is probably TMI, but I would avoid going to the salon at the start of your period.

Like many women, I have increased sensitivity to pain on these days, and while I normally don’t feel anything having my hair bleached, a couple of times I have found it really uncomfortable on these days.

It’s not a reason to cancel your appointment, but it’s just worth mentioning to your hair dresser that you are a little bit more sensitive to pain at the moment and they’ll take more care watching the process and checking that your colour is going smoothly.

4. Always use Plex or Bond products

Make sure you choose a salon that uses one of these new bond-repairing products when they colour your hair.

Look for names like Olaplex, Matrix Bond, Cureplex and other similar products. Here’s my post on how Plex products work and also my video interview with Schwarzkopf’s National Technical Educator Grant Withnell, who explains it really well too.

I’m not too picky on the brand – personally I like Olaplex and Matrix Bond, but one of these is crucial to protecting your curls.

The salon should mix Step One in with your colour that’s applied to your hair, Step Two is a 10-minute mask, applied either at the basin or you can go back to the chair for it. And you should purchase some Step Three to take home, which is designed to help nourish your curls.

I couldn’t be blonde and have curly hair without plex products.

5.Get a purple shampoo and conditioner to tone your hair at home

Post-bleaching, your hairdresser will probably tone your hair in the salon, but this won’t last the whole time to your next appointment.

To get rid of any yellow or brassy tones, use a purple shampoo or conditioner at home. Blue and purple are on the ‘cooler’ side of the colour spectrum, so they counteract the yellows that come through the longer you’re away from the salon chair.

These coloured shampoos and conditioners really help colour correct your hair and keep it looking vibrant, bright and shiny.

Here are some that I recommend:

Matrix So Silver – Find it here in Australia and here in the USA

Fudge Clean Blonde – Find it here in Australia & here in the USA

Provoke Touch of Silver – Available in Australia & the UK

6. Don’t try to go completely blonde in one appointment

Going slow will really help keep your curls looking the way they should. And the health of your hair and scalp is the most important thing. Asking to go from a dark colour to platinum in one sitting will end badly.

Not only will it probably cause bleach burn on your scalp and dry your hair, it’ll take so long you’ll be looking at a very expensive appointment.

And because your hair will definitely take damage from such extensive contact with the peroxide, future treatments won’t go so well either.

As my colourist says, he can do anything as long as the hair is healthy. And so that should be your motivation when going blonde.

I hope these tips for how to treat your curls before and after colouring, and also what to expect help. If you have any questions about any of this, let me know in the comments below.

Now tell me, have you gone blonde with your curls? And what have you noticed has been the difference?

PS. You can find more curly hair tips here & in my curly hair ebook.

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Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

Lightening or bleaching your hair, takes a heavy toll, especially when you have curly hair. But there are ways of doing it to minimise the damage, and I think my hair is proof of this.

I’ve been colouring my curly hair for years now, and over the last couple of years, I went blonder and blonder, until I’ve eventually gone pink!

So when this question came through on my YouTube Q&A series, I knew I’d have quite a few answers.

Carrol asks,

“Any specific tips for curly hair care pre and post bleaching?”

I have more tips in my post here on what you should know before you bleach your hair, but specifically for curly hair, here’s my advice:

Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

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Click here if you can’t see the video above.

1. Don’t wash your hair

For at least two days before going to the salon, keep your hair out of the shower or basin. For most curly girls this is easiest bit of advice – and I bet you can even go longer that two days!

But what you’re doing when you don’t wash your hair is you’re building up a nice layer of natural protection on your scalp from your hair oils.

Having colour applied directly to your scalp can be quite damaging and can be a little bit painful too. So having your natural hair oil protect your scalp is the way to go.

Don’t worry about going in with really dirty hair; it’s better than going in with clean hair – particularly for bleach.

2. Brush out those curls

You know how I never tell you to brush your curls? Well, in this case, it’s going to be much more comfortable for you to do it yourself than having someone in the salon do it. Because they will have to before they apply colour or bleach.

If you haven’t been to that salon before, take in some photos to show them what your curls really look like before it’s all brushed out. This will give them an idea of styling your hair at the end of your appointment.

I recommend using a Tangle Teezer or similar brush to smooth out your curls and remove any knots and tangles before you go in This makes it a lot easier (and quicker) for your hairdresser to section and colour your hair, and I know it’s a lot less painful to brush out your own curls than to have an apprentice do it for you.

3. Choose your appointment date carefully

This is probably TMI, but I would avoid going to the salon at the start of your period.

Like many women, I have increased sensitivity to pain on these days, and while I normally don’t feel anything having my hair bleached, a couple of times I have found it really uncomfortable on these days.

It’s not a reason to cancel your appointment, but it’s just worth mentioning to your hair dresser that you are a little bit more sensitive to pain at the moment and they’ll take more care watching the process and checking that your colour is going smoothly.

4. Always use Plex or Bond products

Make sure you choose a salon that uses one of these new bond-repairing products when they colour your hair.

Look for names like Olaplex, Matrix Bond, Cureplex and other similar products. Here’s my post on how Plex products work and also my video interview with Schwarzkopf’s National Technical Educator Grant Withnell, who explains it really well too.

I’m not too picky on the brand – personally I like Olaplex and Matrix Bond, but one of these is crucial to protecting your curls.

The salon should mix Step One in with your colour that’s applied to your hair, Step Two is a 10-minute mask, applied either at the basin or you can go back to the chair for it. And you should purchase some Step Three to take home, which is designed to help nourish your curls.

I couldn’t be blonde and have curly hair without plex products.

5.Get a purple shampoo and conditioner to tone your hair at home

Post-bleaching, your hairdresser will probably tone your hair in the salon, but this won’t last the whole time to your next appointment.

To get rid of any yellow or brassy tones, use a purple shampoo or conditioner at home. Blue and purple are on the ‘cooler’ side of the colour spectrum, so they counteract the yellows that come through the longer you’re away from the salon chair.

These coloured shampoos and conditioners really help colour correct your hair and keep it looking vibrant, bright and shiny.

Here are some that I recommend:

Matrix So Silver – Find it here in Australia and here in the USA

Fudge Clean Blonde – Find it here in Australia & here in the USA

Provoke Touch of Silver – Available in Australia & the UK

6. Don’t try to go completely blonde in one appointment

Going slow will really help keep your curls looking the way they should. And the health of your hair and scalp is the most important thing. Asking to go from a dark colour to platinum in one sitting will end badly.

Not only will it probably cause bleach burn on your scalp and dry your hair, it’ll take so long you’ll be looking at a very expensive appointment.

And because your hair will definitely take damage from such extensive contact with the peroxide, future treatments won’t go so well either.

As my colourist says, he can do anything as long as the hair is healthy. And so that should be your motivation when going blonde.

I hope these tips for how to treat your curls before and after colouring, and also what to expect help. If you have any questions about any of this, let me know in the comments below.

Now tell me, have you gone blonde with your curls? And what have you noticed has been the difference?

PS. You can find more curly hair tips here & in my curly hair ebook.

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Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

Lightening or bleaching your hair, takes a heavy toll, especially when you have curly hair. But there are ways of doing it to minimise the damage, and I think my hair is proof of this.

I’ve been colouring my curly hair for years now, and over the last couple of years, I went blonder and blonder, until I’ve eventually gone pink!

So when this question came through on my YouTube Q&A series, I knew I’d have quite a few answers.

Carrol asks,

“Any specific tips for curly hair care pre and post bleaching?”

I have more tips in my post here on what you should know before you bleach your hair, but specifically for curly hair, here’s my advice:

Curly hair & bleach – what you need to know

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Click here if you can’t see the video above.

1. Don’t wash your hair

For at least two days before going to the salon, keep your hair out of the shower or basin. For most curly girls this is easiest bit of advice – and I bet you can even go longer that two days!

But what you’re doing when you don’t wash your hair is you’re building up a nice layer of natural protection on your scalp from your hair oils.

Having colour applied directly to your scalp can be quite damaging and can be a little bit painful too. So having your natural hair oil protect your scalp is the way to go.

Don’t worry about going in with really dirty hair; it’s better than going in with clean hair – particularly for bleach.

2. Brush out those curls

You know how I never tell you to brush your curls? Well, in this case, it’s going to be much more comfortable for you to do it yourself than having someone in the salon do it. Because they will have to before they apply colour or bleach.

If you haven’t been to that salon before, take in some photos to show them what your curls really look like before it’s all brushed out. This will give them an idea of styling your hair at the end of your appointment.

I recommend using a Tangle Teezer or similar brush to smooth out your curls and remove any knots and tangles before you go in This makes it a lot easier (and quicker) for your hairdresser to section and colour your hair, and I know it’s a lot less painful to brush out your own curls than to have an apprentice do it for you.

3. Choose your appointment date carefully

This is probably TMI, but I would avoid going to the salon at the start of your period.

Like many women, I have increased sensitivity to pain on these days, and while I normally don’t feel anything having my hair bleached, a couple of times I have found it really uncomfortable on these days.

It’s not a reason to cancel your appointment, but it’s just worth mentioning to your hair dresser that you are a little bit more sensitive to pain at the moment and they’ll take more care watching the process and checking that your colour is going smoothly.

4. Always use Plex or Bond products

Make sure you choose a salon that uses one of these new bond-repairing products when they colour your hair.

Look for names like Olaplex, Matrix Bond, Cureplex and other similar products. Here’s my post on how Plex products work and also my video interview with Schwarzkopf’s National Technical Educator Grant Withnell, who explains it really well too.

I’m not too picky on the brand – personally I like Olaplex and Matrix Bond, but one of these is crucial to protecting your curls.

The salon should mix Step One in with your colour that’s applied to your hair, Step Two is a 10-minute mask, applied either at the basin or you can go back to the chair for it. And you should purchase some Step Three to take home, which is designed to help nourish your curls.

I couldn’t be blonde and have curly hair without plex products.

5.Get a purple shampoo and conditioner to tone your hair at home

Post-bleaching, your hairdresser will probably tone your hair in the salon, but this won’t last the whole time to your next appointment.

To get rid of any yellow or brassy tones, use a purple shampoo or conditioner at home. Blue and purple are on the ‘cooler’ side of the colour spectrum, so they counteract the yellows that come through the longer you’re away from the salon chair.

These coloured shampoos and conditioners really help colour correct your hair and keep it looking vibrant, bright and shiny.

Here are some that I recommend:

Matrix So Silver – Find it here in Australia and here in the USA

Fudge Clean Blonde – Find it here in Australia & here in the USA

Provoke Touch of Silver – Available in Australia & the UK

6. Don’t try to go completely blonde in one appointment

Going slow will really help keep your curls looking the way they should. And the health of your hair and scalp is the most important thing. Asking to go from a dark colour to platinum in one sitting will end badly.

Not only will it probably cause bleach burn on your scalp and dry your hair, it’ll take so long you’ll be looking at a very expensive appointment.

And because your hair will definitely take damage from such extensive contact with the peroxide, future treatments won’t go so well either.

As my colourist says, he can do anything as long as the hair is healthy. And so that should be your motivation when going blonde.

I hope these tips for how to treat your curls before and after colouring, and also what to expect help. If you have any questions about any of this, let me know in the comments below.

Now tell me, have you gone blonde with your curls? And what have you noticed has been the difference?

PS. You can find more curly hair tips here & in my curly hair ebook.

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