#rough up my actual nails enough for the gels to stick right

[revasserium]

Can you share some of your favorite press-on nails you’ve tried?? If you don’t mind ofc it’s just that I love nail art and I’m always looking for inspo when painting my nails<3✨

omg!! ofc! i actually have only worn handmade pressons one time, and it was from a physical stall in ktown but ive been browsing etsy and i found some super cute ones !!! i mainly ordered short nails because of my job -- i'm basically sitting at a computer typing all day, so longer nails are more difficult. here are some that i thought were really cute:

this gold tulip set

sakura flowers

strawberries!!!

pastel pink bows

pink glittery rhinestones

pink glitter rhinestones pt2

green and gold "jade"

black cat set (really similar to the set i actually bought!!)

[victorluvsalice]

WIP Snippets!

I was tagged by @dont-offend-the-bees to post a snippet of a WIP -- but I have two major projects that I’m working on, so why not do a bit of both? :) Especially since I didn’t do a “sneak peak” at anything over the holidays this year. . .

First things first, though -- I am tagging in turn @nebbychan, @ace-of-tales, and @thesatiricaldemon, should they be inclined to share anything they have going on in the writing well. :) Anyone else who also feels inspired to post a WIP snippet upon reading this, please feel free! We’re all friends here!

And now -- snippets! First up, we have a portion of the first chapter of “Londerland Bloodlines: Downtown Queensland,” the second part of the “Londerland Bloodlines” series I’m working on with Alice as the Malkavian fledgling in Vampire: the Masquerade -- Bloodlines. This is from my take on the cutscene where the fledgling wakes up after being knocked unconscious by the Sabbat and dragged off to a junkyard upon their arrival downtown. . .but you’ll notice that one of the Sabbat members looks a little different from usual. . . (warning for some foul language and threats of violence -- no worse than in the game itself)

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“Let’s drain it.”

“Let’s stake it and leave it out for the sunrise.”

“We’re going to have a lot of fun with this one.”

Well, fuck, was the first coherent thought Alice could put together. Her skull felt like someone had taken it out, dropped it on the ground, then poorly superglued all the pieces back together before ramming it back into her head. She cautiously cracked open her eyes to see three figures standing over her, poorly lit by the light of the moon and a sputtering lamp. “Think you could blow up our warehouse and get away with it?” one snapped at her in a voice as rough as sandpaper. “Huh, lick?”

The fellow next to him (Alice was reasonably certain it was all hims) snorted. “Let’s pull out its tongue and its eyes and its teeth!” he suggested, flexing the claws that had dragged her into this mess in the first place.

“Yeah,” a smoother voice said, its owner crouching down in front of her. “I want its teeth.” He put a foot on Alice’s clavicles, pressing her down into the cracking concrete. “Camarilla fuck – what do you say to that?”

Alice squinted at him. “. . .are you wearing glitter?”

Judging by the startled blinking, that wasn’t what her captor had been expecting. “. . .yes?” he admitted, suddenly defensive. “What of it?”

“It’s just not the usual look for you lot, is it?” Alice continued, her tongue happily running ahead of her brain. “I mean, no offense, I’m happy you apparently put enough stock in taking care of your appearance to actually bathe, let alone apply make-up, but. . .” She looked him up and down – at least, as best she could from her vantage point on the ground. “Loads of hair gel and a bright pink suit don’t exactly inspire terror.”

The clawed fellow snickered. “She may be a Cammy fuck, but she’s got you there, Habits.”

“None of you fucking appreciate fashion,” Habits replied, surrendering to stereotypes by sticking his nose in the air.

“Toreadors,” the sandpaper-voiced one – Alice could now see he was a big fellow, face framed by dreadlocks – muttered, before focusing back on her. “Don’t think that big mouth of yours will help, Camarilla. I think my boys and I could use a little entertainment.” He turned to an invisible audience over his shoulder, smirking as he curled stumpy fingers. “Those of you sitting in the first few rows will get wet.”

Shit – all right, Alice, think, she told herself as he turned back toward her, baring his fangs. Above him, the clawed fellow and Habits smirked, preparing themselves for a show. Going invisible obviously isn’t an option, and Auspex is less than useless here – which means I’ve got get my head focused enough to unleash Wonderland upon this lot before they unleash on me. She dug her nails into the sidewalk, pushing past the pain in her head to focus her blood as best she was able –

BANG!

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And second up, a bit from the sequel to the full version of “As Long As You Love Me” (which should be going up this year, I just need to edit it properly), “The Joker And The Queen!” This is the story I’ve mentioned before where Victor ends up kidnapped by X-Sector and imprisoned in The Sanctuary by Dr. Kelman while Alice ends up teaming up with Victoria and Emily to find him. . .and while he’s in there, he ends up meeting quite the remarkable group of people, including one named Smiler. . . (warning for a touch of accidental misgendering in this one, but Victor genuinely doesn’t know Smiler’s non-binary until they tell him)

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They proceeded down the hallway, around a corner, and to a large pair of double doors (white, of course). Bagshaw opened them to reveal a room that looked a bit like Victor had always imagined a dorm common room to look – some couches arranged around a TV, another bookshelf (better-stocked than the one in his room) against the wall, a few tables here and there for people to sit at, a beanbag chair in the corner because it was expected. And fortunately for his sanity, Kelman had made some concessions to color here – not a lot, as the couches and chairs were all white, but the tables and bookcase were at least mahogany, and there was a couple of sad plants on shelves adding a bit of greenery. It was a slightly less depressing place than his cell, at any rate.

And it had other people in it – a young black man and a Chinese woman playing cards at one of the tables; a pair of white women – one red-headed, one platinum blond – half-watching the TV; and a red-headed white man built like a lumberjack lounging in the beanbag chair. “Everyone?” Bagshaw called, causing them to all look up. “This is SW9.” He patted Victor briefly on the shoulder. “Play nice.”

And with that, he headed to the corner by the bookcase, pulling out his phone. Victor stared at the vaguely-curious faces before him, one hand automatically reaching for a tie that wasn’t there. Oh damn. . .when was the last time he’d actually introduced himself to anyone? Usually his interactions with people who weren’t Alice consisted of either handing over money for snacks or giving his name and then handing over money for a hotel room. And – and he didn’t know any of their names, or what they were like, or –

“Hi!”

Victor damn near leapt out of his skin. A seventh person had just appeared at his elbow, one he’d missed in his earlier glance around – a white man about his age, he guessed, with spikes of black hair hanging down the left side of his face, and bright yellow eyes that could only be contacts. “I’m Smiler!” he introduced himself, sticking out a hand with a brilliant grin. “What’s your name?”

“Ah – um – Victor,” Victor said, taking the offered hand cautiously. Goodness, but this fellow seemed ready to beam his head right off with that smile. Wonder if he read Mr. Cedars’s book too. . .

“Great to meet you!” Smiler said, pumping his arm. “I mean, yeah, be a lot better if we weren’t both stuck here, but under the circumstances, great to meet you! Oh, and let’s get this out of the way right now – they/them. My pronouns,” they added in response to Victor’s puzzled eyebrow, stabbing themselves in the chest with a finger. “Non-binary.”

“Oh! Oh, yes – he/him,” Victor responded in kind, cheeks heating up. “S-Sorry, my family’s a little conservative, so – I’m still a bit new to that sort of thing.”

“No worries! Now you know,” Smiler said, smile never faltering. “Come on, let me introduce you to everybody!” They linked their arm through his and pulled him over to the first table, where the card-playing pair were waiting with faces that suggested they’d totally expected this from Smiler. “Okay, so – this is Oblivion, he thinks he’s an edge lord,” they said, pointing at the black man. “And that’s Thirteen, she’s actually an edge lord.”

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Hope you enjoyed!

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, don’t kill me because of the ending, sebastian and reader are the definition of right person wrong time, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning, also this part has some funny moments but overall it’s a big SOB

part: 6/6 (there will also be an epilogue)

(other parts)   (masterlist)

This is how it ends: broken hearts from crashed dreams.

Sebastian holds you until his muscles ache and your lungs burn from the feeling of too little oxygen. It is cold and dark, almost midnight, too dark, a starless night.

No more stars for you and I.

“Here,” Voice hoarse, eyes heavy-lid and itching from almost crying. He gives you one of the rings he wore in the movie. “I want you to keep this.”

Keep it close to your heart. Forget me not.

He takes a breath and a step back, tries to regain all the strength he still has, steady feet and shoulders fixed. He digs his nails into his palms, red marks in his skin, air catching in his throat, he’s on the verge of falling but he stays standing.

He remembers tears glistening down his cheeks, maybe they were yours not his, and the cold autumn wind hitting his face and he remembers feeling like he’s dying.

And then he closes the door of Argyris’ car and looks at you.

And his heart stretches and stretches and stretches and then somehow splits in half.

/

It goes like this:

There’s a ghost that lives in your apartment from now on. In the living room. Sitting on the couch. And it has steel blue eyes and a familiar heart. And it whispers a love story, half-finished, and you cannot make it stop.

The ghost touches your collarbone and he’s gone but there’s a ring in a golden chain around your neck and a white shirt forgotten in your laundry. And it smells like him. The clinging scent of his aftershave sticking to your pores. Eucalyptus. And no matter how hard you try to wash it off, it still lingers.

How could I ever forget someone like you?

The ghost lives here, but the place is empty, so empty. And it’s hard not to cry.

/

Sebastian calls and texts a lot.

He tells you he’s tired but excited because he started filming a new movie. It’s very indie and experimental, I can’t wait for you to see it. He tells you he’s missing his days in Greece like hell and that one night he dreamt of you. Didn’t want to wake up. What he doesn’t tell you is that he’s coming back in a month, Argyris needs him for some extra scenes. It’s nearly killing him but he doesn’t tell you. He wants to surprise you, see the pure light in your eyes when they’ll meet his.

/

You try sexting. It doesn’t go very well.

23:50, sebastian: if you were here in my bed right now what would you be doing

06:51, you: probably falling asleep hahaha

06:51, you: oh fuck was i supposed to sext back

06:51, you: sorry seb i just woke up and i have a class in an hour, love you <3

23:52, sebastian: fuck timezones

/

(three weeks and 10 seconds later)

“I can’t believe she doesn’t know you’re here,” Argyris shakes his head as he’s driving home from the airport, “If I were her, I’d kill you.”

“Good thing I didn’t fall in love with you.”

Sebastian laughs and looks out of the car window. The stars. There are so many stars tonight. He holds his breath; he’s finally feeling whole again. His heart isn’t split in two anymore.

/

You don’t know how long you stand there at your door, staring at him, but it feels like a century before he grins, almost laughs, takes your hands in his and you start considering that perhaps this isn’t a hallucination. Perhaps it’s real.

“Surprise?”

Something inside of you bursts, your organs twitch. You can’t think, you can’t speak, but you can move. You don’t lose any more time, you take a step forward, attach your bodies, your face buried in his neck, your fingers clutching into the rough fabric of his jacket. You breathe him in like an antidote.

“How?”

“Does it matter?”

“No.”

You kiss him and it’s like poetry, like art, like honey and you can’t separate yourself from him, not even hours later.

/

(looking back, these were the golden days)

You pretending to be mad at him for not telling you he was coming back and him pressing his lips on your skin, drawing patterns on your naked shoulder. A feathery touch.

Sebastian always touches you like you’re something made of gold and porcelain, something cherished that constantly needs to be treasured. And nobody has done that before. And you love him for it.

You try to decorate your Christmas tree together. He messes with the lights for a while, eventually gives up and goes on to eat too many reindeer shaped cookies.

He massages your muscles when you write a boring essay for college.

You go with him when he has to shoot a “driving a motorcycle naked in the centre of Athens” scene and you bite the inside of your cheeks to stop smiling like an idiot.

He gives you a dress he bought for you in New York.  

“You didn’t have to.”

“I know, but I wanted to.”

He calls you sweetheart in the mornings, still half asleep and later joins you in the shower.

“Why are you so hot?”

“Climate change”

“Oh, shut up”

It’s tender and it’s soft and it’s human.

And that’s the saddest part.

/

Soon you realize that him leaving two months ago was merely a rehearsal and you still haven’t said your actual goodbyes. Your chest starts to feel as if it’s full of crushed glass.

And it’s ridiculous because you fell in love with Sebastian sometime between the first ten days you spent together.

Who falls in love in ten days?  

Ridiculous or not, you know you are in love with him just as you know that sooner or later, whatever he is feeling will fade and wither. Maybe it’ll be in a week, maybe it’ll be in a month, maybe in a year if you’re lucky. But there will definitely come a day when he will step out of a gala or a party or a fancy gym in New York with a beautiful model in his arms and two paparazzi’s following him around.

What will you be then?

A past small cameo in his life. A side character. Will he remember your name?

He is your whole world.

(a bottle of cheap prosecco helps you decide that)

He is your whole world.

And yet, there will come a day when he won’t even remember your name.

/

It was difficult. No, it was the most difficult thing you’ve ever done. Telling him how you think it’d be better if you didn’t talk after he leaves.

“I don’t agree with this.”

“Seb, it’s for the best.”

Your body doesn’t feel strong enough to carry your heart. And you’re certain it will only get worse once he’s away. The world around you will melt. You’ll obsess over a phone screen and his messages. You’ll start chasing ghosts again. You can’t handle that.

“Why?” He says urgently and his fingers dance over the flesh of your palms.

“Because this”, you motion your hand between the two of you, “is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t want it to become ugly.”

He nods, he understands.

“I love you, you know,” he says smiling and tugs you closer to him, “And I may not be here to show you but I think I’ll love you for a long time.”

Your hand grips his waist right to the bones and something flares in your eyes, something wild that wrenches you around.

“I know, I’ll love you the same.”

“Maybe we’ll meet again.”

“Only if I’m the luckiest girl on the planet.”

He laughs and you look at him, fully aware he’ll be ripped out of your life like a page from a cheap leather notebook. And when you kiss for the last time, there’s a hole forming in your soul.

And just because endings don’t leave visible scars to one’s body and soul, that doesn’t mean the scars don’t exist. You know they do, because you feel the aching pain of every single one of them.

/

(every night when you close your eyes you see him)

(every night you look at the stars and think of him)

/

A month passes and Argyris asks you if you miss him.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”

“He said the exact same thing.”

You tell him not to mention Sebastian again.

Two months pass and you need to stop stalking his instagram profile.

Three months pass and you almost text him.

Four months pass and you go to watch Endgame with some friends and you cry. You cry when Black Widow sacrifices herself and when Iron Man smiles at his wife while dying, and when Bucky Barnes appears on screen.

The others don’t understand and you don’t blame them.

Five months pass and Argyris’ girlfriend wants you to meet someone. A charming boy your age with blonde hair and a lip piercing.

And he's cute but you compare him to Sebastian even before he has the chance to say his name. His eyes are not the right shade of blue and he doesn’t look at you like you’re made of the world’s finest jewel.

And he doesn’t know any constellation names.

And then more than a year passes in a second and you learn to not look for him. Not anymore.

/

It’s early March 2020 and despite the rising fear of the upcoming pandemic, you’re doing well. Scars are starting to fade. And after spending two weeks in Prague, your best friend being there with an exchange program, Sebastian Stan is the farthest thing from your mind.

Until he literally comes crashing into you. At the airport.

No, it can’t be him.

You have your suitcase on one hand and a bottle of antiseptic gel on the other. He has two bodyguards on his sides and a black hoodie on.  And while half of his face is hidden behind a mask, you can see his eyes perfectly. A frozen lake in December. You would know those eyes in your deathbed, at the end of the world.

Your vision gets blurry and suddenly you feel cold.

He won’t recognize me, he can’t.

But then he looks at you and every memory you had buried inside of you resurfaces.

He motions to his guards to wait for him and he starts walking towards you. You breathe slowly, one breath at a time. He takes his mask off and you hesitate to take yours, not sure if you truly want him to see you.

You exchange the typical and very awkward hi, how are you, i’m glad you’re doing okay and then he smiles and it feels comfortable. Familiar.

It’s the whiff of another time that you always kept around. A reminder that you were once loved by a god.

“What are you doing here?”

“Filming Falcon and the Winter Soldier”

If you hadn’t unfollowed him on instagram, you’d known.

“Ah yes I heard about that, congrats.”

He nods a thank you.

“And you? In Prague?”

“I was at a friend.”

He looks conflicted, hurt, turns his gaze to his shoes on the grey cement. You want to say something, but you feel like throwing up.

And then he laughs.

“I was right.”

You’re confused, he notices.

“Back in Greece,” he swallows, “I told you this would happen.”

“It would have been an airport, different gates for each of us, but same waiting hall. Or a Greek island, where we’d both be for the summer.”

“I would have found you.”

You remember and you cannot help but smile. He was right. He found you.

“I didn’t believe you then.”

I barely believe you now.

He touches your hair. And his touch is like a knife. And you want to cry. Magnolias under your tongue. A love long lost is whispering in your ears until it hurts to listen. He’s like a magnetic field and you feel yourself drowning in him.

“I bet they’ll ask me a hundred questions about you later.” He says and looks at the two men waiting for him.

“And what will you tell them?”

“That you’re most probably the love of my life.”

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

“There’s no way we’d meet here if you’re not.”

“Sebastian,” His name sounds like a prayer coming out of your lips and you're ready to tell him you love him and you can swear he looks like he’s ready to faint, “I-”

The guards yell his name. And it's the same feeling people have just before a car crash.

“I’m sorry, I have to go.”

One last look.

Don’t cry, don’t cry.

You repeat it over and over again. But you fail.

“No, don't cry” He smiles, one last smile, “Just look at the stars and wait for us to meet again, because we will.”

He caresses the back of your palm for a second and you think your ribcage is shattering but it’s only your heart drumming frantically. Pushing your fragile bones to break. 

You want to stop him, wrap your arms around his torso, never let him go. Not again. But you don’t.

You just watch him leave, one more time, your knees weak, your head heavy and dizzy. For the split of a moment he turns and glances at you but then he’s nowhere to be seen.

Perhaps it was all in your imagination. Perhaps it was nothing but a wonder.

You get into your plane and you silently sob.

/

And then it’s summer.

And you overhear he was seen with a girl, the day before your vacation starts and you find a picture of them together a week later, a pretty blonde girl clinging to his side with a colorful bikini somewhere in Spain. And he’s smiling. And you feel so ashamed. And so stupid.

They say time heals all wounds but they must be wrong because you can’t forget how he used to smile at you or how he used to call you the love of his life.

Was he joking when he said you'll meet again? You bet if you asked him now, he wouldn't even remember saying it.

I’ll love you for a long time.

So long for nothing.

/

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[yoichichi]

Well, this is getting out of hand...

Yū Nishinoya x reader

a/n: hey y’all! Installment 3 of mine and @ikigaitooru valentines collab! This one does sound a little saucier, but please enjoy my baby and first love noya 😌 you can find the event masterpost here as well as find the links for my bae’s posts for this event! I think I’m actually kind of proud of this one! Thank you and please enjoy :) I really hope you guys do at least!!

gif not mine, credit to owner

You were watching some mindless TV when you heard soft footsteps coming your direction.

“Morning beautiful.” Noya swung his arms from behind the couch and nuzzled his face into your neck the best he could, his gruff morning voice convincing you to crawl back into bed with him.

“Hey, nice of you to join me.” You chuckled and turned your head to the side, giving him a chaste peck on the lips and sighing contently.

He hummed and kissed you one more time, this one longer, and you could start to feel the strain in your neck from sitting this way for too long.

He pulled away with that dumb big smile and hopped over the couch to join you, immediately entangling his legs with yours as he rested his back against the other arm of the couch.

“Tanaka called early, you wanna maybe get some brunch with him?” He cocked his head to the right and rested his cheek against the palm of his hand, his sideways smile still stuck on his face.

“Oh god yes, I’m starving!” You lolled your tongue out of your mouth dramatically and let out a long groan.

“Well get up then!”

He practically hopped over to your side to place quick kisses all over your face before jumping up yet another time and sprinting up the stairs.

By the time you followed him up there, you found him in the bathroom with the door open, already dressed and about to do his hair.

“Hmm, you should leave your hair down, I always love it down.” You gave him a soft smile and ran your hand through his still loose locks.

“Babe, are you kidding me? My hair is pure art, the skill it takes, it’s one of my biggest flex’s really. Besides my arms of course.” He smirked and flexed his arms at you giving you a stupid smirk and wink.

“I think it’d scare Tanaka anyway if I showed up looking like a toddler.” He giggled to himself and opened the mirror, reaching up to grab his hair gel off the top shelf. Why he kept it there of all places, especially when there was room on the bottom shelf, you don’t know.

“Do you wanna see how I do it?”

You really weren’t too interested, but the way his eyebrows were raised, and his eyes were a little bigger, and he had that small little smile like he was waiting for you to say yes; why would you say no?

“Sure!” You crossed your arms and leaned against the door frame, waiting for him to start.

“Ok! So first, you wanna get a fair amount of gel on your hands. But not too much! Or it’ll get all bleh and ick but if it’s not enough it’ll be all fwomp and hmph, ya know?”

You giggled and nodded your head. No, you didn’t know.

He flipped the bottle upside down in his right hand, flipping the cap open with his thumb and squeezing it out onto the opposite hand.

You couldn’t lie, you were getting entranced with watching the crude way the gel squirted onto his 3 fingers before rubbing it together in his palms to better spread it.

He looked up at himself in the mirror with his head slightly tilted down.

“And now that it’s spread in my hands, you just kinda fwoosh.”

His hands were running through his hair now, covered in a slick that would slightly web when he spread his fingers to coat every strand.

He let out a deep sigh and held his fingers in front of his face, spreading them apart over and over again, seeming to also enjoy the way the gel would stick between his fingers.

He was bringing two to his lips when he stopped and looked at your confused and concerned expression from the side.

He raised his eyebrows, “what? You don’t ever wonder what this shit might taste like?”

“Noya!” You knit your brows together and stared at him with real concern.

“Oh c’mon! Calm down I won’t! I’m just saying.” He mumbled the last part to himself and went back to work.

He hummed slightly and stuck out his tongue just past his lips with his eyes squinted, he was very focused.

“The trick is to make sure you get an even spread, and voile! All done.” He held his gel covered hands in the air in celebration, smiling at you hugely, waiting for your approval.

“Very nice, Yū.” You giggled and leaned your head against the frame, looking at him with soft eyes.

“Hmm, I like when you call me that.” He smiled back and accepted the blush that was spreading to his cheeks.

“Turn the faucet for me, babe?” This time he was smiling with teeth, trying to convince you as if you would refuse him.

“Sure.”

“Thanks, you’re great!” He quickly began to wash his hands.

“Ooh, god it’s cold. Why does water have to take so fucking long to heat up!”

You were too focused watching him rub his hands together under the running water to really hear what he was saying. Taking a special notice with the way he rubbed the lathered soap between each finger.

His knuckles stood out most on his hands, scrapes dusting the top of most from the careless way he used his hands most of the time, unless it was you he was taking care of of course. The skin around his nails was torn a little from the way he would pick when he was nervous or feeling fidgety. The nails on his right hand were just a tad shorter than the one on his left from the way he used to bite them, a habit you’ve been getting him to stop. Altogether, his hands were a beautiful personification of his personality, and you loved every rough edge of them.

He turned the faucets off, shaking his hands into the sink before reaching to grab the towel.

He took the towel and wrapped it around every finger, twisting and pulling to make sure they were all thoroughly dry. The veins popped out even more against the pink, flushed skin of his hand from the chilled water he was previously running them under.

He turned to you and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a long tight hug. You were breathing deeply into him, content. Until he slid his freezing hands up under your shirt to press them against your back.

“Noya!” You squealed loudly, almost overtaking his laughter.

“Your hands are so cold, stop!” You couldn’t help but laugh with him when he started to tickle your neck with his kisses, still touching your torso all over with his freezing hands.

“Ok ok, go get dressed babe. I’ll wait downstairs.” He smiled and kissed you one more time, this time on your nose, and went down the stairs at what sounded like lighting fast speed.

You giggled to yourself and walked to your shared bedroom to change.

You were gonna make watching him do his hair a new part of your morning routine, and maybe he’d even let you try eventually.

——————

AHHHH could you tell he was my first love 😪 anyways!! I hope you guys enjoy and I always appreciate your thoughts and comments and love to see/hear them!! I hope you guys liked this and are excited for part 4 :)

-🐇out

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[thesiteofstyle]

JAYLENE LOPEZ

Jaylene on her booming brow business, favorite face products, and curly hair must-haves. 

“Hey, Site of Style! My name is Jaylene Lopez, I'm 21 years old and from the town of Manchester, Connecticut. By day, I’m a full time student at the University of Connecticut pursuing a degree in Human Development and Family Studies. By night, and on weekends, I’m an entrepreneur running my own business called Brains Beauty Brows. The goal of my business is to make each person feel their inner beauty as much as they feel their outer beauty, while simultaneously slaying their brows! I see it as an instant confidence booster. When I'm not doing eyebrows, I’m researching face products to make like scrubs, lotions and toner. I find it so fun and therapeutic!

Speaking of face products, here are some I can't live without; Nip + Fab Glycolic Fix Daily Cleansing pads, African Black Soap, GNC Vitamin E, A & D moisturizer, and Olay Regenerist Micro-Sculpting cream. The Nip+ Fab cleansing pads are gentle enough for everyday use but powerful enough to get the job done. I can’t live without these. The moment I start to feel a breakout, I swipe my face with this and it begins to relax within seconds. I suffered from really bad hormonal acne when I turned 20, [as well as] hyper pigmentation. Glycolic serum actually helps break down and lighten acne scars and hyper pigmentation, while not drying out your face, which is why I love it so much! I use African Black Soap directly on my face; it's exfoliating so it helps get rid of my dead skin and leaves my skin with a fresh clean glow every time. Now that I've covered cleansing, let's talk moisture!! My holy grail, super cheap deal is my GNC E, A & D moisturizer. It costs $2 at your local GNC, it is perfect as a light everyday moisturizer. It absorbs into my skin so smoothly and gives a nice glow, so more often than not I skip the makeup! Last but not least, and most importantly, is my Olay Micro-Sculpting cream. It is so important to find a sculpting cream in your early 20's because fighting wrinkles and signs of aging starts now. Every morning when I wake up I apply a thin layer to my face when I wake up. When it is bed time, I use a thicker layer while sleeping to allow my skin ample time for absorption. By the time I wake up, I always feel like I have a brand new face. I highly recommend it. Having a great skin care routine and products is essential to a healthy aging process.

Not only does having a great skin care routine in place slow aging down, but it is essential to a flawless makeup application. My everyday look consists of my vitamin moisturizer as a base, followed by my Sephora liquid foundation or my all time favorite... L.A Girl Pro Coverage foundation. I found it is a dupe to the Makeup Forever HD foundation and it only costs $8, and yes it really works. Lately I love my Fenty Beauty Match Stick in French vanilla as my concealer/ highlight. It blends so well and creamy, I have no complaints! To set my face, I use Airspun translucent powder, it's affordable and smells divine! I use a little shimmer on the eyes and use my go to mascara from Kiko. All of their products are LIT! A little blush on my cheeks goes a long way in waking me up and my go to highlighter pallet is Nude Rose from BH cosmetics. When my face is on, I set it with the Urban Decay All Nighter setting spray.

Now let's talk hair. I am Puerto Rican so I have very curly hair that is silky. After years of using dollar store gel, I've found my go to brand. It is Curls Unleashed. I use everything including their sulfate free shampoo, curl jelly and sulfate free curling mousse. These products together give me the best curly puff, I love it. I usually switch between wash-n-go or flexi rods. I'll wash my hair on average every 5 days, to keep my curls in place. If I don't let it air dry, I will always use a diffuser; in my opinion they give the best curls I've ever seen in my life! Also, oil and moisturizer is key for your hair. I use a coconut oil mixture that gives it a tropical smell while acting as heat protectant if I were to straighten or blow dry.

My style is a mixture between relaxed and chic. Since I am a student, I have my everyday looks that include boyfriend jeans, converse and a fitted tee. I really like to keep it simple for school. When I do eyebrows I always wear black, so I find it fun to create chic looks using all black colors. I also work at Gap, so that is where I get most of my clothes from and I love it. Their jeans are bomb.com and they last forever. They have a curvy fit jean that is perfect for us women with a little booty back there! When I'm not working or going to school and have time to dress up, I channel my inner JLO. She is everything. I like to feel like JLO on the red carpet back in the 2000's wearing that deep-v, thigh bearing, iconic dress because who wouldn't want to feel how she looked?! Sexy. Although in Connecticut, it gets very cold so I don't get to dress like sexy JLO often. My favorite season in Connecticut is fall, not only because of my birthday in October, but fall fashion is the best fashion! I think the essentials for fall fashion include; a sleek leather jacket, ankle booties, thigh high boots, a warm vest and LOTS of scarves! Scarves have to be my favorite because I can use them around my hair, to keep my chest warm, or use them as a shawl over my shoulders.

There are a few things to my style that are significant and they are; my glasses, my hair, cross necklace, lipgloss and stylish nails.

Since second grade, I've had vision problems so I have been wearing glasses for quite some time now and my glasses are a part of me. Currently I'm sporting glittery Kate Spade glasses; they give my look a uniqueness that I love. Plus when I'm having a rough day my glasses cover the bags under my eyes! My hair is always changing, right now it's currently burgundy for the fall but I almost always wear it in an Afro. I feel like my hair speaks for itself, loud and proud just like me. I love my hair and thank my parents for blessing me with the curls, I feel like it represents my Puerto Rican culture and gives a little sass. I work at a hair salon called the Beauty Room in Wethersfield and they always keep my hair and curls fresh. I always wear my cross necklace because I keep God close to me at all times and as a reminder that every day and chance I get is a blessing. Next, is my lip gloss and yes it's poppin. Currently OBSESSED with Fenty Beauty gloss bomb but anything iridescent and light goes in my purse right away. I love the gloss look cause it's effortless for a girl on the go like myself, I love mattes but gloss just gives that extra POW when needed. Lastly, my nails represent me. Always being in people’s face,  the first thing they see are my hands and my nails so I always keep them on point. I work at a nail salon in Manchester called Bebe’s Nails, that specialize in slaying. I will never have a bad nail day ever.

It's been a pleasure letting you guys get to know me! If you're ever in the CT area stop by to get your brows done!”

Jaylene Lopez interviewed by The Site of Style

[hastybooks]

easy come

notes: dear fuhrmana has been encouraging me with this for gosh, who knows how long. welcome to the second circle of hell, dear readers. warning for possible underage, depending on where you're at and how well you want to do the math, and yannick weber

All ice rinks have a smell.

This one, all way up at the ass-end of Bern-- smells like sharp metal and cement dust and teenage-boy hair gel. Yannick rubs his own hair like he fucking needs to neaten up. He teases apart a tangle with the jagged edge of his thumbnail before rubbing the leftover oil against his Adidas sweatpants.

Yannick paces around the rink more, looking up at the small flights of stairs leading out to the doors to freedom, looking for anyone else in this fucking creep rink, bouncing on his toes for energy and all of that shit--

Yannick jerks his head down at the square face of his watch, the arms ticking towards ten on a freaking Sunday morning. He regrets not getting more info than a promise of a fuck.

To be precise: Yannick's fake, not-at-all evil namesake/fuckbuddy Yannick Josi didn't so much ask him to come all the way up to Bern as much as ordered him. Yannick Josi may be a sure thing, with a mouth that can suck anything-- but that doesn't mean Yannick has to wait around a strange-half lit rink for his dumb kid brother so he can see whether he's actually good enough for real hockey with real men.

Knowing Yannick Josi, this kid is going to be spindly until he gets unexpectedly slow and has to bow out before wingers start hoping to see him on the ice. AKA: Not ready for prime time. No cock is worth this, Yannick thinks, on the verge of walking up the stairs and out of the door until he hears "You Weber?" getting shouted like he was born in a barn.

Yannick's foot freezes on the stairs. He turns around to see the kid at the middle of center ice, with a stick in his hand and a helmet strap dangling from his jaw. Yannick walks up to the glass, and smirks, "You Josi the lesser?"

That makes the kid narrow his eyes, but he forces on a smile and says, "Hanging around my loser big brother?"

"Guess so. Going to skate?" Yannick can see why scouts like being scouts, getting off on watching barely-legal guys try to be at their peak and not getting called creeps for it. The kid even has the gall to glide towards the glass, like he's fucking floating, and sweet jealously surges in Yannick's guts as he watches him come to a stop without carving a notch in the ice.

"You're not going to?" he asks Yannick, and then pauses, as his lips curl up, "Unless you're too heavy to skate, Weber." The kid's got a younger sibling's nose for soft underbellies, for sore spots, and the teeth to nibble.

Yannick grits his teeth in a smile, and shoves his skates on, lacing them as tight as he wants to wrap his fingers around the kid's skinny neck. He promises himself a light check against the boards. Just to show the kid how real men play. He slips onto the ice, dragging his stick behind him, and circles around the kid. For someone named Roman he's living up to it, almost pretty and patrician with that nose he shares with Yannick Josi, his eyes some shade between green and panty-creaming.

Roman's even taller than Yannick Josi right now. The kid can skate. Maybe can get past the mysterious "six foot" mark these North Americans get chubbed up in their pants about. Yannick taps his stick against the ice, says, "You play the D?"

Roman rolls his eyes, "Yes, I play the D, what the fuck. You going to shoot me the puck or no?"

Yannick jerks the puck away from Roman's stick, and jets down the ice, his thighs burning underneath his sweatpants. The back of his neck tingles, like it always does when a defense-man catches up. Yannick slaps the puck away before Roman can whack his stick against his own. He only has enough breath to smirk at the annoyance on Roman's face before he has to churn up ice after those stupid long strides, watching the puck bounce on the ice under Roman's stick.

Roman shoots, a rough shovel into the goal, and scores. He turns on a fucking franc, and presses both of his gloves atop his stick knob, barely breathing hard. His eyes are still some shade between green and panty-creaming. Fuck that kid.

If Roman didn't have the helmet on he'd so totally do the Mean Girl Hair toss, and thinking that makes Yannick coast to a stop against the glass with a smirk he has to hide with his glove. He makes himself shrug, "So you can shoot. Yay."

Yannick sees the pout that doesn't go any further from the corners of those pretty lips, and wonders just how warm Hell would be. Fucking the kid brother of a fuckbuddy is. Bad? Right? Yannick's a little fuzzy on the whole thing. He skates closer, notes carefully that he easily has 10 kilos on the kid, and licks his lips.

"Roman, come on. You know how nasty that little ice can get."

"Like you know," Roman scoffs, looking Yannick over, "Excuse me, who do you play with now? The Kitchener Rangers? I don't really care if you're not going to get me ahead--"

Yannick shoves Roman up against the glass, the top panel shaking as Roman tries to shrug Yannick's arms off his neck. He leans in close enough to see the vivid pink flush creep up Roman's neck, and says, "Can't take a check, can you, pretty kid?"

Roman clenches his jaw, and Yannick grins harder in response, "Lot of fuckers out there, all of them like me, wanting to smash you up, and that's all you can do? Just pout? Pouty-pout," he sticks his lower lip, pitches his voice higher, "Oh no, I can't be physical--"

"Fuck you," Roman snarls, panting through his nose. Yannick laughs, "Is that all? You're a pretty kid, Roman. You get a lot of comments, hm? Think it's going to be any better when you make it to the big show?"

The stiff silence Roman sends out is just as good as a no in Yannick's book. Yannick gently shoves him up against the glass, "Maybe you just need to toughen up your mental game. There's a reason Ds take longer to develop."

Roman gives him an considering look, like this is the first intelligent thing he's said all morning. Which is bullshit. Yannick wakes up with all sort of intelligent shit. So much. Roman wouldn't even get it. Yannick smirks, "Meanness is a talent, kid. I like your potential." He likes how the kid doesn't look away, and presses him harder against the glass, enough that his helmet bounces gently off it, "You can take it."

"I can give it," Roman snarls, and oh, it's almost cute. Yannick raises an eyebrow, drawls, "It's a good thing you're pretty."

"Yeah? You fucking plank," Roman shoves Yannick away, "If I wanted to see some guy jerk himself off I could have looked in the mirror instead of coming down to this rink." He strides across the ice to the tunnel, and Yannick catches up a lot less easily than he would've like, tugging on Roman's thin sweatshirt before he gets onto the cement.

Roman hisses through his teeth, and for a heartbeat, Yannick almost feels like he's in The O.C. as he smirks and shoves the helmet off Roman's head. Roman jerks away, almost slipping on the cement before he regains his balance, tries to clamp his hair down against the halo of spots across his forehead. Yannick watches the thick waves of hair slip through Roman's fingers, showing angry red spots there and there where Roman apparently gave up self-control and dragged a nail across.

Yannick says, "Ok, you're not so pretty now."

"Fuck off," Roman says, in English, through his puppy-like fingers. Yannick grins, shoves Roman towards the sign that says Showers, "Nah, you don't. You want to develop your mental game. Learn how to take insults."

"Not off the ice," Roman sulks, draping himself against the wall.

Thank god for bad lighting, because now Yannick can't see the embarrassing pimples on that five-head. Yannick slides his hand up Roman's thigh, pausing to check the thickness of it with the meat of his fingers, and says, "You Josi boys are so easy."

Roman freezes.

"What, jealous?" Yannick taunts. Roman shoots him a hot glare, his eyes definitely panty-creaming, and oh, the boys over in North America are going to eat him alive.

Unless Yannick gets there first.

He drags his hand up Roman's thigh, and smiles when he finds how hard Roman is. Roman swallows, juts his chin out defiantly, and Yannick only has to cup that cock through those sweats to make Roman's long, girly eyelashes flutter. Yannick scrapes his mouth across Roman's, "Know how to suck off a man, Josi?"

Roman bites down on Yannick's lip, hard enough to draw a little blood, rubbing himself off against Yannick's palm, breathing harder. Yannick laughs through the thin stream of blood, "Not like that, kid," and shoves him onto the locker room floor.

Yannick nods at Roman's skates, at Roman's clothes, "Take them off." Roman grits out a smile, and yanks his skates off before he checks himself and gently lays the skates in their case. Yannick gets undressed faster than the kid, but all that means is that he gets the water warm, waiting for Roman to find his balls and to fucking come in.

The kid does, with only a washcloth and nothing hiding that rat face. Yannick grins as he leans against the tiles, feeling the warm water drip down his back and says, "Come closer, Roman."

"What do I even get," Roman says, stepping around an old puddle. Yannick considers saying, The pleasure of sucking me off, considers better, smiles instead, "A chance to come into something besides those rosy palms of yours."

Roman flushes, with both anger and embarrassment, as he presses himself into the spray with fierce determination. Yannick slides a hand down Roman's back, pressing down on the divots his rubs make before he presses a thigh up between Roman's thighs, the only sturdy-looking part of him. Roman shivers, presses himself closer, his hairless chest bumping against the sparse hair Yannick has on his--

Yannick almost smiles when he pushes Roman down on his knees.

The tile clanks against Roman's knees, and he looks up at Yannick with a dare in his eyes. Shoving his cock against Roman's lips is just as easy as he hoped, watching Roman try to wrap his lips around the cockhead, his pink tongue slipping out enough to make Yannick tangle his hand in Roman's wet hair. Roman shakes, and Yannick breathes, "It's not just the tip, come on, haven't you seen porn?"

Yannick gets a little harder in Roman's mouth, watching those eyes-- are they blue? green?-- glare up at him as his own cock pushes that rat face a little out of shape.

He feels even bigger, more powerful as Roman tries to figure out what to do with his hands before he rests them on the top of his thighs, framing his more-than half-hard cock. Yannick rubs himself against Roman's tongue, laughs when Roman sucks harder, like it'd hurt, "Aw, you should be happy, your rat face looks so much better with a cock in it--"

He presses down on his cock through Roman's cheek, "Even if you do look like a chipmunk now," shoves himself in more when Roman tries to get enough breath to protest. Feeling Roman's teeth scrape against him doesn't make Yannick go down even the slightest. Why would it? He's watching Roman's cock jerk in between thrusts he's giving to that face, feeling those chapped lips brush against his cock as he tries to breathe around Yannick. Roman's flushed down to his teeny little nipples, and if Yannick had more time to jerk them around he'd flick those nipples for sure, maybe see how good those thighs would feel around his cock. Yannick bites back a moan, his hands twitching against the tile before he pushes them against Roman's hair.

Roman doesn't pull off, keeps trying to swallow around Yannick and leaving so much spit Yannick thinks the shower isn't clean enough for this kid.

"Yeah, just like I thought, all that mean-girl bullshit just hides how much you want a cock shoved in your mouth," Yannick pants, twisting his hands in Roman's hair, the gel catching on the pads of his fingers. It's the hardest thing to not just shove him up to his hip, to feel him gag around his cock--

Yannick likes repeats more than trying to recreate porn, and maybe jerking off on the kid's face is just another way of recreating porn. Whatever. Facials are good for skin, right?

Roman swallows, looking like he wants to cry, and doesn't look at Yannick before he gets to his feet. Yannick makes an aht noise, pressing his face against Roman's slick neck, "I promised you a little something, didn't I, pretty rat?"

"Suck me off," Roman manages, trying to be imperious, his throat sounding well-used. Yannick looks Roman's cock over. Manageable. Pretty, if you're into smooth thighs, and Yannick smirks before he gets down onto his knees. The hard tile on his knees sucks, sure, but he can smell how new Roman is, can almost taste the come in his mouth. One suck and the kid is done--

It takes four easy sucks, ones that make Yannick feel tender with how easy blowing this Josi is, before Roman comes with a muffled moan against his arm.

Yannick saves him from braining him against the tile, holding him up against the tile with a firm hand on that ass, before Roman keeps spurting bitter come into his mouth. He doesn't pull away to tell Roman how he needs to drink more water. This time, and that thought makes Yannick spits on the tiles, lets the shower spray wash it down the drain, and gets up. Roman looks almost relaxed like this, and Yannick scrapes a thumbnail down his lip, "I guess I got what I came here for."

Roman only blinks for a beat before he realizes what exactly got Yannick to come up to Bern. Yannick taps Roman's cheek lightly, winks, "See you at brunch, kid."

Why would Yannick get one bite at the apple if he can get two?

[unashamed-shipper]

Shear Luck

Hairstylist!Lucy and Client!Natsu au 

rating: k

characters: natsu, lucy, levy

summary: with a handsome boy in her chair, lucy is determined to make this hair color go perfectly. but when the color goes unnatural, it’s up to her and her shears to make it right

pairings: nalu, with a mention of gajevy

“It’s great, Lucy. I love it! Thank you so much!” Levy smoothed her blue locks admiringly, grinning at the undercut hidden underneath the rest of her hair. She had wanted to go with something a little edgier, and this was definitely it. Levy had a date with someone who seemed a bit interesting to say the least.

“Well, I’m glad you came on your day off to do this. We haven’t had much time to talk because we’ve been so busy. I missed you,” Lucy said, folding her arms over her friend’s chest to hug her where she sat in the chair.

“Aw, thanks Lu! I missed you too. We gotta go out for coffee sometime soon, and you better bring the chapter of your book with you this time!” Levy said, wagging her pointer finger in Lucy’s face teasingly.

“Promise,” Lucy said with a smile, carefully taking the cape off of Levy’s shoulders and chest. Levy stood up and walked over to the front desk along with Lucy, paying the fee for the haircut and tipping handsomely.

“When was the last time you actually treated yourself? You’ve been so worried about rent that I don’t think you’ve even had the money to buy that new book you’ve been ranting about,” Levy told her friend with a smile, and Lucy thanked her and came around the front desk for a hug.

“You’re the best, Lev,” Lucy said her goodbyes as Levy walked out the door, her curled hair whooshing out the door along with her flowing orange dress.

“I gave you a color, Lucy,” the receptionist told her, and Lucy perked up at the words. She hadn’t done a color in a while, and usually color customers tipped well too. It would be enough to close her week off with a bang before she paid her rent. After all, the first of the month was fast approaching.

“Was it a request?” Lucy asked as she swept, and Sage came alongside her as she cleaned up.

“No, but he said he wanted someone young to do his color,” she told him, picking at her acrylic nails.

That alone was a strange request. The client wanted someone young to do his color? Usually people would stay far away from someone fresh-faced and young unless they specifically asked for someone that knew all the trends, but that didn’t happen often. In a world of places where blonde hair was processed and after found to be turned red, clients had found that going with a stylist that was older and more experienced generally gave them a better result.

But Lucy was the exception. She’d been doing hair all her life, and her hairstylist friend who always did her hair inspired her at a young age to start doing it herself. She had only been out of school for four years, yet she had built up a pretty solid clientele and made herself a top stylist in her salon. She had a lot to look forward to. A color shouldn’t make her nervous at all.

“When is he due to check in?” Lucy asked, and the receptionist looked up from her nails with a smile.

“About now, actually,” Sage said, combing through her red hair with her nails quickly before heading up to the desk. A few seconds later, Lucy heard Sage conversing with what she supposed to be the man.

Sage motioned for Lucy to come up to the front, and happily Lucy hurried to meet her new client.

She was surprised, however, to see how young he was. He was about her age, with black hair and sharp eyes that were a dark hazel that contrasted with his hair. He was about average in height, and his face was handsomer than most.

“I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you,” she said, sticking out a hand.

“Natsu. Nice to meet ya, Luce!” he said, shaking her hand firmly. Lucy grinned and told him to come back to her chair, and she was thankful that she had rearranged her scissors and brought out a consultation form before he came back.

“So, what were you thinking for your color?” she asked, rubbing her hands together softly.

“I wanted to do a red. But not like, bright red. Erza would kill me if I did the same color as she does,” Natsu said with a shudder, and Lucy was surprised he was so scared of a girl.

“Alright, so it looks like we’ll have to brighten and tone your hair since it’s so dark, and then we might have to add some highlights,” she said, picking up a lock of his spiky hair and feeling it in her hands. It was surprisingly soft, and it was probably virgin hair by how healthy it felt.

“Works for me!” Natsu said with a grin of his own, and Lucy was shocked at how nice his smile was.

“Great! Give me a moment to mix your color and I’ll be right back!”

Lucy knew this was going to be a great color. They had a lot to talk about, and she knew exactly what color she was doing. What could go wrong?

Apparently, a lot could go wrong. When she washed and started drying his hair, she noticed that the highlights took a lot lighter than the rest of his hair and were a light pink. Unfortunately, the red had also taken quite lightly and his hair was now a rose color. Lucy gritted her teeth and knew she faced the possibility of being talked to by her boss. Ichiya was a great guy, but he wasn’t happy when hair colors turned out wrongly.

Lucy began cutting while it was wet so it was a little shorter than he was used to. Natsu specifically specified that he wanted something that he could gel up and make into even spikier than normal, which Lucy knew would look good with his face shape. But the color was something that even one of the stylists that worked with her wasn’t sure about.

“Was it supposed to turn that color?” Michelle asked Lucy when she took her lunch in the middle of processing.

“No, I didn’t expect that it would turn light pink on him! Maybe I toned the red a bit too much. It looked a bit orange to me when I first did it, and I guess the toner took too much! Michelle, what am I going to do?” Lucy said, laying her head on her friend’s shoulder.

“Now, now, Lucy. It’s going to be okay. You can always have him come back and re-do the color,” Michelle said with a smile, and Lucy brightened just slightly.

“You’re right. This isn’t something to get worked up over,” Lucy said, but a sense of dread worked it’s way into her belly as she began rinsing it out.

Once she was finished cutting, Lucy dried his hair and scrunched a little gel in it to spike it as she styled, and finally it was finished. Whirling her chair around to show Natsu the final result, she braced herself for the worst.

“Well… do you like it?” Lucy asked, her jaw tight and the words barely coming out of her mouth with how nervous and tentative she was about saying them.

Natsu stared at his reflection apprehensively for a moment, looking at his face side to side. His eyes were narrowed and his shoulders were bunched up around his chin, which Lucy took as a sign that he hated it. Sighing, she turned back to clean up her color bowls and prepare for the yelling.

“I love it,” Natsu said, and Lucy turned around in shock.

“What?” she asked, stunned, “you like it?”

“Yeah, it’s really cool! My brother has the same color black hair that I do, and I know now he’ll be really pissed that I dyed it this color! Thanks, Luce!” Natsu said, his grin back again. She flushed softly, telling him you’re welcome before giving him her card and walking him up to the front desk.

She told him his total, walking him through the steps of how he had to pay. But before he could push his card into the reader, he stopped with a confused look on his face.

“Don’t you want to have me rebook with you?” he asked, looking into her eyes. She noticed now that his eyes were a lot more intense now that his hair was a bright pink, and she almost had to look away because his eyes were upon her.

“O-oh! You want to rebook with me?” Lucy asked, she more now confused than he.

“Of course! I don’t want my black hair showing through this badass pink!” Natsu said, pumping a fist in the air.

“Well… thank you. I thought this whole thing had gone wrong,” she admitted, her eyes at the floor.

“Naw, it’s awesome! You did a great job, Luce,” he told her, and she flushed before looking at the computer screen and rebooking him for his next appointments. After that was finished, she told him his total and he tipped quite nicely as well. That was sure to take a dent out of her rent for that month, which was going to be great.

“Thanks, Natsu! Have a good day!” she said, waving. He waved back and walked off, and Lucy watched him as he walked away with a smile on her face.

When she got back to her desk, she relaxed her wrists and sat down in her chair before rinsing out her color bowls. Damn, who knew that putting color on hair would be so hard on your hands?

As she got up to clean her station, a flash of something white caught her eye on her ebony desk, and she grasped at it quickly.

‘Call me, Luce. Natsu Dragneel,’ the slip read in rough handwriting along with a phone number. Lucy grinned, pocketing the paper with a bounce in her step now.

She was going to have a lot to talk about to Levy next time she called...

There ya go! I hope you enjoyed! <3

Requests are closed, but commissions are open! :)

[allthingwomancare]

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But once you undergo a keratin hair straightening process, you no longer find a need to use different products to make your hair look straight & smooth. It’s just amazing! You really like it!

2. Contains No Toxic Chemicals

As keratin is a naturally produced protein, it doesn’t contain any toxic or harmful chemicals that can harm your scalp or the entire head. Primarily, it is formed from human skin cells, nails & hair that is far better than any shampoo & conditioner.

Applying keratin in your hair will deplete the dry & frizzy layered hair that hinder you from having glowing & smooth hair. Maybe you doubted that just like other products available in the market that contains harmful chemicals, keratin would also. But in actual, keratin is entirely a risk-free chemical exposure hair care treatment that is naturally formulated & aims to deliver better results.

3. Safer For Hair

Since keratin is naturally formulated, it keeps the health factors in control. While protecting your hair from external damages, like rain, sun, wind, etc.it doesn’t harm your well-being anymore. Due to an excessive amount of formaldehyde, other shampoos & conditioners may harm your health severely, leaving you with many unwanted health issues. But with keratin, you will never!

You will not suffer from any health issues and get glowing hair naturally. By repairing the damaged hair, it brings out the shine of your hair and makes them look smoother & shinier.

4. Longer Lasting Effects

How long will you repair split ends and fix damaged hair? After reaching a certain level, you get fed up with it and start hunting for a permanent solution.

Right or wrong?

It’s absolutely right that you won’t stick yourself with the same things to do regularly. This is where keratin hair care treatment emerges out to be the best solution. Once you undergo keratin hair care treatment, you will have fantastic hair straightening & smoothing results for a maximum of 6 months. And if you use the best products, then it may extend to more days or even months.

Keratin will thoroughly fix your hair issues by removing freezes & dryness, leaving them smooth & healthy for longer-lasting results. If you like making different hairstyles and got fed up with curly & unruly hair, then you no longer think of having keratin hair care treatment.

5. Eradicate Regular Combing & Brushing:

You don’t find enough time to comb & brush your hair again and again. But due to the release of natural oil in your hair, you have to do it obligatory. It seems to be quite irritating.

What do you say?

Yes, according to me, it’s irritating combing out hair many times in a day to stimulate the release of oil. I will also never recommend you to iron your hair to get oil-free hair. Ironing will burn out your hair cells and prevent them from further growth. Therefore, I suggest you – keratin.

Having keratin hair care treatment, you will never find a need to comb your hair again & again. It will neither irritate you nor destroy the originality of hair.

6. Eliminate Daily Ironing

During an on-the-spot occasion or as a hobby, you might be considering ironing your hair for a flawless look. But don’t you think it’s too silly?

If I would be in your place, I would never say yes to regular or even occasional ironing. No doubt, ironing straight your hair for some time, but with this, it leaves behind so many hair issues. That is really, very disappointing & unexpecting.

Hair fall issues and broken hair locks are the common issues that you observe after ironing. So, why don’t you adopt a new technique which straight your hair without leaving behind any hair issues?

You should have a keratin hair straightening treatment. It will not only eradicate your daily hair ironing efforts but also offers your pretty hair.

7. Time-Saving Hair Care Treatment

Applying different types of serum, shampoo, conditioner, or hydration masks on your hair to have smooth & shinner hair is quite time-consuming.

I don’t know about you, but I can’t waste my precious time applying different hair products on my hair. Therefore, I suggested you adopt a time-saving hair care method. It merely means, in less time, you can get more results. And there is no better way to achieve so than keratin hair care treatment.

Within a 2-3 hour process, you will get straight, silky, and healthy hair without spending much of your time. If you are curious to get keratin therapy from the salon, then make sure you choose the best salon & experience hairstylist.

However, you are interested in implementing this treatment at home; then, you can also easily do it all alone. All you need to know is “crucial steps to be followed” and some spare time from your busy daily schedule.

8. Fix Damaged Hair In One-go

Due to extensive pollution, dirt, and unwanted residue, your hair gets damaged and looks freezy & dry. You implement a lot of products to get them repaired & rejuvenate. But doesn’t come to an effective solution. It merely means you are not going in the right direction & not doing the right things that you need to do for your hair.

Keratin hair care procedure will resolve all your hair issues in one-go. All it wants some precious time and some money to get it done. If you think it costs too much, then it’s your misconception. Price varies according to your hair volume & size.

So, whenever you decided to take a keratin hair care regimen, make sure you search for everything related to it from “cost to duration” & “products to be used & not to be used”. Rest, it will cut down your weekly or monthly expenses spending on buying different gels, masks, and shampoos.

9.Gives Freeze-Free & Shiny Hair

No matter if you are a party freak, business person, groom, or gentleman, you always wanted to have a perfect hairstyle. None of you will like freezy & lifeless hair. You always wanted to put shine & spark into your hair.

If so, then, leave all the things aside & opt-for keratin. Free from sulphate or salt, it gives you freeze-free & shiny hair in no time. It will thoroughly revitalize and repairs every strand to leave you with soft, silky, sparkling, and radiant hair.

So, what are you waiting for? Keratin hair care treatment is an all-exclusive formula to get healthy, stronger, shiner & straight hair.

Conclusion

While concluding all the things, I just wanted to say that you might have been using several hair care products to get glistening and straight hair. But the results you will achieve from keratin is incomparable. Nothing can beat the beneficial effects of the keratin hair care procedure.

So, don’t listen to anybody’s advice. First, implement then Believe! Be careful while deciding the best hair care treatment for your hair. As many can give your hair a new look with great results and many can leave them with the worst consequences. So, do research and then decide on which treatment is best for your hair.

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