curls with a flat iron

Tips I've learned from being a hairstylist that I'd like to share with you:

1. Don’t wear your ponytail, bun, or clip in the same spot everyday. This can cause friction that will eventually cause breakage. Instead, mix it up by wearing your ponytail higher or lower or to the side. You could even try a braid.

2. It’s healthier to NOT wash your hair everyday if you can. When you wash your hair, you strip the scalp of it’s natural oils that moisturize the hair. I know you can’t always skip shampooing, especially if you workout everyday or your hair gets greasy after one day of not washing. You don’t have to skip shampoo too many days in a row, just try every other day.

3. Static in the hair is caused by lack of moisture. Lack of moisture can be caused by washing your hair too much, using alcohol based products (such as hairspray or mousse), salt water, chlorine water, using too much or too high of heat on your hair, or simply by not conditioning enough.

4. When you condition your hair, don’t put it on the scalp. Only put in on the mid shaft and ends. Why not put it on the scalp? Because of those natural oils I mentioned earlier. They’ll moisturize the hair near the scalp.

5. You only need to condition Every other day or a few times a week. Make at least two of those times a deep conditioner.

6. Chlorine can dry and damage your hair. One way to help prevent this is to get your hair wet before going swimming. Your hair is like a sponge, it sucks up and holds water. If there’s already water in your hair when you go swimming, it makes it harder for chlorine water to get in and stay.

7. Please use a thermal protector when flat ironing, curling , and blow drying. It will not prevent damage altogether, but it will cut down on it. There are blow-dry cremes and sprays out there that are just for styling and not protecting. Make sure it actually says on the bottle ‘thermal protectant’. My favorite is Redken’s Iron Shape. Just about every salon sells it.

8. Acne: There are several causes, hormones, stress, bacteria, poor diet. Zits on the neck or jawline are usually caused by hormones (puberty, your period). Those you can’t really prevent/heal without acne cream. Acne on your cheeks is most likely cause by poor diet. Cut down on sugars, processed foods, and bad fats. Zits along the hairline at usually caused by stress. Another cause of zits may be from bacteria on your pillow case. Wash your pillow case every other day. On days you don’t wash it, flip over so you always have a clean side to sleep on. Another way to keep your face clean is to actually clean it with face wash. Make sure it isn’t one that is too abrasive. Also, avoid touching your face a lot. Oils from your hand can build up on your face and cause zits.

That’s all I can think of for now. I’ll try to add more later.

CURLY HAIR MASTERPOST

I’m starting this list because as a born and bred Curly Top, I know first hand what a struggle it can be to figure out how to manage/become comfortable with your hair (and do so on a budget). So, please feel free to add, reblog, and share with the curly heads you love (Please don’t delete the source.) 

1- Kiss sulfates goodbye.

I didn’t even know sulfates were a thing until it was brought to my attention. Basically, they are chemicals inside many of the shampoos and hair products that you know and love, ie; Aussie, Suave, Garnier, etc. 

A couple of the biggest problem-causing sulfates are called Sodium Lauryl Sulfate and Sodium Laureth Sulfate, they promote bacteria, reduce proteins, and basically leave your hair covered in a thick layer of wax that sucks all of the natural oils out of your hair. I have been sulfate free for about a year now, and anytime I am forced to use a shampoo with sulfates in it, I can immediately tell the difference in the texture of my hair. As someone who will never spend a dime over the necessary price for beauty products, I’ve compiled a small list of my favorite Sulfate free or low sulfate products that you can find just about anywhere and that will not break the bank:

  • -L’Oreal Paris EverCurl
    This was the first product I tried after making the switch and I love it. It averages about $10 at places like Walmart and it lasts a while. They have a bunch of different options in this line like gel, style milk, etc. It’s cheap and it smells REALLY GOOD!
  • -Shea Moisture
    My favorite is their Coconut Hibiscus line, where they also offer several different types of products. This is probably my favorite out of everything that I’ve used (I’m partial to the Curl and Style Milk and the Hold and Shine Moisture Mist.) They also have a wonderful set of Shampoo and Conditioner, each product also averaging about $10.
  • -Miss Jessie’s
    This one is a little more expensive, each bottle averaging around $22, but it’s definitely worth the money. I love the Pillow Soft Curls product, but right now I’m working my way through a bottle of Multi Cultural Curls and it’s great, though not my favorite. 
  • -Suave Professionals
    Now, I know that I mentioned Suave earlier in the ‘bad list’, however, they have a line of Keratin Infused shampoos that are really low in sulfates AND in price! I usually never buy the shampoos and conditioners from the lines listed above, because it’s a lot of money for a little bit of product, and, let’s face it, in a Curly Haired’s world, there’s no such thing as ‘Family Size’! I can usually hit up Walmart or CVS and get a giant bottle of both this shampoo and conditioner and pay around $9 TOTAL! THAT, my friends, is a deal!

2- Find a good oil.

I’m partial to a salon quality Argan oil, but you can use whatever suits you best depending on your type of curl. You’re probably going to pay a little more for the oil than you would some of your other products, but at a couple of pumps a few times a week, one bottle can last months. 

3- Develop a solid after-shower routine.

This was a hard one for me to figure out, but once I got the hang of it, what used to be an hour long process now only takes about 15 minutes. Each routine will vary from person to person depending on your curls/resources/etc., but here is mine:

  • -First of all, I never wash out all of my conditioner. I don’t walk out of the shower with my hair still sudsy, but I leave just enough in that it makes the next 15-20 minutes a smoother process. 
  • -I start by squeezing all of the excess water out of my hair, (honestly, I’ve learned that my life post-shower is so much easier if I just stand on a towel) making sure that it’s still pretty damp, but not dripping down your shoulders. It’s a fine line. 
  • -Then, I rub a little bit of whatever curl milk I’m planning on using later into my hair (I only just learned this about a month ago and it has SAVED MY LIFE!) this seriously makes the whole brushing your hair out thing eight billion times easier. I know that people say you’re not supposed to brush your hair when it’s wet, but most of those people have board-straight hair and no actual valid opinions. You can brush curly hair when wet, or not at all. There is no in-between. 
  • -Brush it out. I start from the ends and work your way up to avoid as much breakage as possible.
  • -Now I add my oil. A few pumps of Argan into my palm, and I make sure to rub it all over my hands so no matter how I touch my hair, the oil is making contact. Try to avoid the roots, just because you have your own natural oils living there and they get kind of angry (greasy) when you invite other people in. I’ve found the easiest method in doing this is to start at the highest point you plan on putting the oil, and then twisting your hair into sort of a faux-pony tail, it spreads evenly and you don’t have to worry about your hair tangling again.
  • -Flip and scrunch! Put however much curl milk you feel necessary into your palms, flip your hair and get to work! I like to start in my biggest problem area, which is the base of my neck. I put a little more product there than I do anywhere else because it dries out so quickly. Once I’m done, I flip my hair back and scrunch up the curls on the crown of my head a little more, just because I have an issue getting a lot of volume up there.

4- Satin pillow cases are expensive.

It’s true. I know everyone says that the way to keep moisture locked into your hair is to sleep on satin pillow cases, but they’re expensive and my head slides around. No bueno. So, I’ve found a loophole! The messy bun! It’s a life saver, really. I usually wash my hair before bed, so when I’m done putting the products in, I flip my hair over again, collect it all into a bun at the very top of my head and tie it off (I use scrunchies. They don’t leave those annoying hair-tie lines in your hair). Make sure you’re not tying it too tight though, or else it could ruin the curls and you’ll wake up with a frizzy head. This locks in the moisture and protects your curls from those pesky cotton pillow cases.

5- Stop hurting your hair!!

It’s okay. We’ve all done it. Spent hours in the bathroom with a fan and a flat iron trying to look like Megan Fox. (and proceeded to sweat out all of that hard work in a matter of hours). Stop it. Throw out the flat iron, the curling rod you use after the flat iron to get those pretty beach waves, and the hair dryer- YES! I said the hair dryer. Even with a diffuser, you’re causing unnecessary damage to those beautiful curls of yours! Be nice to your hair!

6- Vitamins.

Biotin. I’m not kidding. It keeps your hair long, curly and most of all- Healthy! It’s cheap at any Walmart or drug store and as a bonus, it helps out your hair and skin too!


That’s all I’ve got for now. If I think of some others, I’ll come back and add them, but if you have any opinions or tips that I didn’t mention here, PLEASE add them! Let’s have a discussion, learn and GROW together! (See what I did there?)

I’ve been so obsessed with wearing my natural hair like this a lot this summer. Blow dry, then flat iron, then wand curls with a wavy patterned curling wand. For some people it might be too much heat, but I retain so much length! This style can last me a long time because I don’t get reversion very quickly, and it’s so easy to refresh each morning. That’s why I always say that you can’t be obsessed with following all of the “rules” ..You have to do what works for you.

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 6

Thanks again to @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe for helping me polish this chapter up. It fought me a little, but we got it worked out. And there’s some epic stuff coming, just you wait. As always, I appreciate all of your comments and questions. I’m in love with this AU and your responses have been incredible. Thank you so much.

Read part 5 HERE


Jamie tossed and turned, unable to find a comfortable position to sleep. Had it really only been one day? Having a brief flash that she’d come back to see him, hearing a knock on the door, opening it to find those thugs come to steal him away, and then… Claire.

She closed the door behind her with a sigh. Her face was drawn and worried, like she had a million things running through her mind. She moved in front of the mirror and leaned against the counter, meeting her own eyes.

“It’s time,” she said.

At first, she looked sad. Whatever it was time for weighed on her heavily. And then her expression changed into something altogether different. She ran her hands through her hair and straightened up.

“I have to tell him.”

Jamie woke breathing hard, sitting up and wiping the cold sweat from his face. That was Claire. Claire Beauchamp. Not a woman who looked like her, from some distant past. But a Claire from the future. He swore quietly. Normally he’d have gotten out his dream journal and written it all down, but this was something he needed to speak about with Murtagh.

He stumbled down the stairs, replaying the scene in his mind until he found Murtagh and shook him awake. Ignoring the grumbling, Jamie explained the entire vision to his godfather in as much detail as he could. Murtagh’s countenance changed from one of annoyance to one of concern as he listened to the details of the vision. Both men were worried now.

“Who was ‘he’?”

“I dinna ken. Do ye think it could be…” Jamie was afraid to even say his name, as if it would conjure him.

Murtagh pinched the bridge of his nose.

“She didna believe ye when she came here, aye? Do ye really think her acting is that good?”

“If she’s working wi’ him, wouldn’t she have to be that good?”

Murtagh shook his head slowly.

“Nay, lad. I saw her eyes when she came here and she spoke true. I dinna think she’s working wi’ him.”

“Then what does it mean?”

“That’s no’ my job, lad. Ye need to gi’ it time. Go write it down like ye should have when ye woke. Remember what yer da said. It isna for ye to ken the reason for the vision, only to ken when to share it.”

Jamie nodded and ran a hand over his head.

“Ye dinna think he’s found me?”

“No,” his godfather said softly. “He doesna ken where ye are, Jamie. Go and get some rest if ye can. I’ll keep watch.”

***

Claire slept for the rest of the day after she’d come home from the Fraser’s. Most of her rest was dreamless, except for one moment that had been vivid.

She was outside herself, watching as she walked through her own flat. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn’t slept in at least a day. When she made for the toilet, Claire wondered why she was dreaming about herself like this.

But then she was watching herself in front of the mirror, like she sometimes did before a surgery. Meeting her own gaze, determined to be her best.

“It’s time.”

The look in her eyes was a little sad, but not full of regret. Like she was letting go of something, and she knew letting go always brought some amount of pain. But then she ran her hands through her hair and straightened up. That look of determination was as familiar as her own home.

“I have to tell him.”

Then one corner of her mouth curled up in a smile.

Claire was jolted awake by her cell beeping at her. Glancing at it, she saw a text from Frank.

Remember we have a dinner party tonight. Please wear something sensible. And would you mind straightening your hair? It always looks so lovely on you that way. -F

With a heavy sigh, she got up and went to shower. It would take some time with her brush and flat-iron to get her curls tamed. Curls were unruly and unpredictable - spontaneous. When he took her out to a faculty function for his university, he preferred things to be neat and tidy. A simple, modest dress, and hair that didn’t look like she’d stuck her fingers in an electrical outlet.

Taking breaks whenever her arms got sore, she got herself ready for a night of boring conversation. One last glance in the mirror and she nodded to herself. She looked professional and put together, like Frank would be.

The dinner had soft music playing in the background, only loud enough to fill the silences. Claire sat down beside Frank and he dove straight into a conversation about some historical find. With nothing to really engage her, she let her mind wander. The dream she’d had bothered her. Usually when she had dreams like that, she didn’t see herself moving about. Thinking back, the only other time she’d experienced that had been…

Could it have been another one of those shared dreams? Like Jamie and I shared a few weeks ago?

But what had it been ‘time’ for? Was it some vision of her future? Perhaps she should go see him again and ask that he read her future. Or maybe she should just ask if he’d had a similar dream or vision. But if he hadn’t, what would that mean?

“Claire?” Frank whispered.

She blinked.

“Claire, are you alright? You seem distracted.”

She sighed, giving him an apologetic look and weak smile.

“I’m sorry. Yes. I am distracted. I was just thinking about… about one of my patients. Wondering how he’s doing.”

“So, Claire,” said an elegant woman. “Frank tells us you work at the hospital?”

Mustering up her formal smile, she nodded.

“I do. I’m a surgeon.”

“Oh my, that’s quite impressive!”

“Thank you.”

The man sitting beside her, presumably her husband, leaned in, interrupting the conversation.

“Say, Randall. Have you heard the rumors going about?”

“Which ones, Harvey? There’s dozens of rumors about all sorts of things.”

“The Scottish Revolution, of course! The White Rose, rising again.”

Frank laughed and took a sip of his scotch.

“They say that every few years, Harvey. You should know by now it’s a hoax. Scotland isn’t going to fight for independence again, not after the ‘45.”

Claire had begun to tune out again, but Frank’s mention of the ‘45 caught her attention. The book on the shelf that lead to Jamie’s safe room had been about the ‘45.

Harvey waved a dismissive hand.

“No, no. There’s a man who seems determined. Says he’s got something so powerful that England herself will be brought to her knees.”

“A Scottish revolution? One man with a weapon that powerful? Someone would have said something by now if that was true,” Frank said.

“And besides,” entered a new voice. “What sort of weapon could bring England to her knees? And what man is this you think will bring on this so called ‘revolution’?”

Harvey leaned forward, pleased to have an interested audience for once.

“They say he’s called Mackenzie, sometimes Mac. He’s a crafty man. Determined to find this thing he’s been searching for. I’ve heard one rumor that it’s a powerful bomb, that he’ll use to threaten England. But some say… He’s looking for a psychic.”

The table around her erupted into laughter, but Claire’s blood ran cold. Could this man be the one Jamie was hiding from? She observed him out of the corner of her eye. He was a large man with broad shoulders and shoulder length brown hair. Overall, he didn’t look like a Scottish psychic kidnapping mastermind. But then, she hadn’t even believe in psychics before a few weeks ago.

The party got up from the table, eager to enter the part of the night in which drinking and gossiping were involved. Claire didn’t even notice everyone was leaving until Frank took her hand, looking at her with concern. So many thoughts raced through her mind that she couldn’t tell where one began and another ended.

“Should we go Claire?” Frank asked lowly. “You’ve been off tonight. We could go to my place and…”

He shrugged, eyebrow raised in suggestion. Part of Claire wanted to go very badly. To feel safe and hide from everything that had happened - was going to happen. Claire shook her head.

“No, you stay. I’m afraid I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll go home.”

Frank squeezed her hand gently.

“Are you sure, darling? I can take you home right now if you’re unwell.”

“Yes, I’m quite sure. I’ll just call for a cab and go to sleep.”

“Call or text me when you get home, then?”

Nodding, she accepted his kiss on her cheek and watched him join his colleagues. Harvey was lingering on the edge of the group and Claire waited before leaving. She didn’t think he suspected her of having a connection to Jamie and she had no way of knowing if it was Jamie the man had been talking about. But both Scotsmen had put their faith in her and she wouldn’t let them down.

After calling a cab, she gathered her coat and went outside to wait. Harvey had been facing away from the door and deeply involved in conversation when she’d slipped out. Inside the cab, she took a breath and tried to shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

“Where to, miss?”

For a moment, she considered giving Jamie’s address, but decided against it. She had work in the morning and she really was tired. Besides, if someone was watching her, the last thing she wanted was to give away where he was. So she gave the driver her home address and sat back in the seat as he pulled away.

***

Claire went to work as usual, though her mind kept wandering to Jamie. Was he alright? Had his wound become infected? Were the stitches holding? She told herself that she needed to get back to her regular life, that whatever was going on with Jamie Fraser was none of her business.

But she couldn’t shake the feeling that she needed to see him. No matter what she told herself, or how busy she kept herself at work, she felt a pull toward his home. Somehow she knew that he wouldn’t go to the hospital for anything, not even an infected puncture.

“He’s my patient,” she told herself three days later. “It would be a violation of my oath to not check on him.”

That was what she told herself as she walked toward his home after her shift had ended. She was simply being a good doctor. Over and over she repeated her reasons to herself, forgetting she was mumbling out loud when she knocked on the door. Jamie himself opened it, offering her a kind smile. He definitely wasn’t surprised she was there, damn him.

“I’m a good doctor!” she blurted.

Jamie blinked, then nodded, the corner of his mouth turning up again.

“I’m sure you are, Miss Beauchamp. You certainly saved my life. My godfather’s as well.”

Claire exhaled, feeling like some weight had been taken off of her. He was watching her, as if he expected something. Claire nervously fiddled with her hands, feeling suddenly self conscious for another reason.

“How are your injuries healing up?”

He stepped back from the door and waved her inside.

“About as well as can be expected, I think.”

As she’d expected, he took her back to the same room in which he’d read her tea leaves. It was strangely familiar now, somehow comfortable.

“Lift up your shirt, then. I need to check for infection.”

“It’s not infected, Miss Beauchamp. I promise.”

“Who’s the one with the medical degree?”

He sat down in a chair and gingerly lifted his shirt. She breathed a sigh of relief when she noted there was, in fact, no infection. The stitches held well and everything looked healthy. Her fingers lingered on his warm skin, unable to pull away. Images flashed through her mind of that erotic dream she’d had. Jamie’s skin was as warm as the dream man had been, though much more immediate. She wondered absently if he was as soft and warm everywhere.

“My godfather has been checking on it,” he said quietly, his voice gone husky.

She could feel the way his chest rumbled when he spoke. Forcing her hand away, heat rushed up her neck and she looked pointedly down at the floor. What the hell was wrong with her? She glanced around hastily, seeing that the door was behind her. Backing toward it, she kept her eyes off him.

“Wait,” he said, turning to catch her before she left.

As he did, he winced and clutched at his side. She stopped and moved toward him.

“Have you been taking any painkillers?”

Claire latched onto the new topic of conversation, eager to pull her mind away from where it had been going.

“No,” he shook his head. “I don’t like to take medication.”

“Why not? I can’t imagine that was comfortable.”

He sat down slowly and shook his head.

“It hasn’t been. But something strong enough to take the pain away dulls my Sight. It’s more uncomfortable to have that than to deal with the pain.”

“That makes sense, I suppose.”

The room fell into an awkward silence.

“I’ve, um… I’ve been worried that one of the stitches hadn’t held or that infection had set in. I’m pleased to see it hasn’t.”

“So you said.”

Settling into her chair, she began wringing her hands together.

“Have you seen my future,” she blurted, again, daring to glance up at him.

His brows lifted a little, but not in surprise, she thought.

“I haven’t specifically looked.”

That wasn’t an answer to her question but an evasion.

“Did you have another vision of me a few nights ago?”

His eyes grew wide and he leaned forward a little.

“Why? Did you have a dream as well?”

She nodded.

“Yes.”

“I don’t know why this is happening,” he said slowly. “Even my godfather doesn’t know why.”

“How is he, by the way? His head?”

Jamie laughed, grimacing again.

“His head is nearly as thick as mine.”

Her hands wouldn’t sit still in her lap and she found herself unable to meet his eyes again.

"Why is it… that you weren’t there? In the other one… you were so…”

Jesus H. Christ she was blushing again. She glanced up to find Jamie’s ears had gone faintly pink.

“I, uh…” his voice cracked. “I’m no’ sure. The other was… Well, it… They…”

She felt as embarrassed as she had when her uncle had given her “The Talk”. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find a safe place to land. Never, in all her life, had she felt this out of sorts.

Jamie licked his lips and Claire felt like time slowed. She remembered feeling lips on her neck, her heart racing. No, wait. Her heart was racing now.

“Bloody Christ,” she muttered under her breath.

“Miss Beauchamp? Is everything alright?”

“Ah…” she met his eyes for a moment and remembered the piercing blue from her shared vision. “I’m afraid I forgot I had plans this evening. I have to get going. It’s, um… It’s been a pleasure seeing you again.” Her face flushed again. “If you need anything, you’ve got my number still.”

Lurching to her feet, she began to back out of the room again.

“Are you sure you’re alright, Miss Beauchamp?”

“God, please just call me Claire. Um. Yes, I’m quite alright. I’ll see you-” she grunted when she hit the doorframe. “Goodbye, Mr. Fraser.”

Turning, she walked as quickly as she could out of the building. The air outside washed over her and she stopped for a moment to catch her breath.

“Get a hold of yourself, Beauchamp,” she scolded herself. “Whatever the hell is going on needs to stop.”

After a few more cleansing breaths, she started for her own flat. What was it about the redheaded Scotsman that made her feel like this? 


Continue to Part 7

So, you want to own a bimbo? 😂

I should make a series out of this, just to prepare people for the sticker shock that can go into the care, feeding and maintenance of a proper bimbo!! 🐇 lol


* My hair costs about $150, every 8-10 weeks, to be dimensionally colored. That amount doesn’t include the tip for the stylist. That’s high and lowlights, if you didn’t know. 🙂 I’ve been bleaching it too much, so now I’m going to take some time to throw several darker colors into it. I have to do that because the bleach has made it less healthy, and I’m no longer okay with that. Hehe The super lightening has been the only process that’s really damaged my hair and made me lose a lot of length, so I’m done with that for a while. 🙂 Healthy and long hair are my goals!! I have an appointment for it today! Yay!! Pamper me time! 🖤


* $80 every two weeks. That’s a pedicure and a gel manicure. My nails are back to being in great shape, now!! I have an appointment in 50 minutes. Yay! Pamper me time!! 🖤


* $4000, give or take. That’s what my implants cost, if I remember right. That was all inclusive. 🖤 The next round will be more expensive!!


* $600 is what a three section round of Botox costs. Forehead, crow’s feet and elevens (between the eyes). It lasts about 3-4 months. The benefit to this stuff is even on those days when I’m moody, you sure as hell can’t tell! Lol


* $750 is what I’ve spent on bras, that I can remember. $400 at Nordstrom for four really cute and well-fitted bras. They’ll last a while! $350 at Soma for 4 bras I really love with a passion. Wireless and COMFY!! Bigger boobs cost more to shore up. Lol I know I should be able to go with no bra, but really that’s a bad idea unless I want to have to have a lift, which I don’t. 🖤


* $800 and counting on clothes, just since June! I don’t shop at high end places for the regular clothes I wear, not for home and not for work. I haven’t bought anything yet for fall and winter. I’m pretty sure most men would agree that my old winter clothes are all way to big and don’t show me off at all, so I’ve got my work cut out for me. 🖤


$400, between makeup and moisturizer from Nordstrom, hair care products from Penney’s, and other stuff to try to make this head look it’s best, it adds up! Also figure that I own my first curling iron and flat iron, now. Lol


I’ll try to think of some other things, too, but this is just the tip of it! I know I’ve probably got another $2000 tor the surgery on my face, and that’s probably not including the lip implants I want.


🐇 Thanks for reading and I’m glad I finally finished an update for this page!!

anonymous asked:

Any tips on how to get my hair longer? Thanks!!

Alright so here’s what I personally do. There are other things but honestly I just can’t afford it? Like I can’t afford to buy all the other things for hair and shit. Though if you can, try out some of the other tips people have.

  • Stop tying your hair up so much. The whole reason my hair line is a mess and I have to work fucking hard to get thicker hair on the edges is because of this. It breaks the hair.
  • Use a clean mascara brush and get to the roots with castor oil for thicker and longer hair. 
  • Coconut oil is a savior. Put it on your scalp and ends, then rub it all over your hands and thread your fingers through your hair.
  • Scalp massages. Scalp massages. I noticed improvement in literal days with this shit and coconut oil. Massage the coconut oil into your scalp for ten to twenty minutes. If you can’t do that, massage your scalp without the coconut oil when you first wake up for 5 minutes, before you go to bed for 5 minutes, and before & after your shower for five minutes.
  • Put the coconut oil and castor oil in your hair before you sleep and sleep with it in. It will work.
  • All of this will be making your hair oily as fuck so make sure you have something that will really get the oil out when you wash your hair or don’t go anywhere for 2-3 days.
  • Let your hair air dry when you can.
  • Put a LIGHT amount of moose in your hair (rub it on your hands and then run them over your hair) before you flat iron or curl your hair. My hair stylist taught me this when I was around 13 and it stuck with me. It puts a film between your hair and the heat so it protects your hair.
  • Get trimmed regularly.  Don’t cut it all off, just trims.
  • Coconut oil your ends like crazy to keep them from dying.
  • Nutrition drinks are great to boost the amount of protein and stuff in your body which may help
  • Make sure your coconut oil is organic / extra virgin

That’s all I have boo! I hope it helps! Good luck on your hair journey, if you do this for thirty days or soemthing like that, come back and tell me the results. Much love darling!

Grenade // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1725

Summary- You take a grenade for your best friend at a club, and the guy turns out to be okay.

A/n; I’ve been dying to write this ever since I saw the Grenade music video and never got around to it but I finally did and honestly it didn’t turn out as good as I’d hoped so I may delete it but for now I wanted to post something as I’ll be gone all weekend and won’t be able to post anything. I’ll try to get some writing done to post when I get back however. (Feel free to leave feedback!)

Requested; Yes. ( Can you please do a prompt for Jack I have no specific ideas 💞💖💙 @caitlan2003 )

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Your friend, Y/F/N, slammed open your bedroom door in your shared flat with a bag of makeup and a curling/flat iron in her hands. “Get up, girl. We’re going out tonight!” Y/F/N said, pulling the sheets off of you, to which you groaned. “I don’t want to go tonight, Y/F/N.” You’d just caught your boyfriend cheating less than a week ago, and haven’t left your house since. You’d been in a relationship for 2 years, and you truly thought he was the one. Turned out that was a one-way thought.

Y/F/N frowned and pulled you up, grabbing your shoulders firmly and looking you dead in the eyes. “Y/N L/N, you are coming with me right now and we are going to doll you up, you’re going to feel beautiful and we’re going to party like our lives depend on it. You’re going to forget about that idiot who cheated and we’re going to do what we did before life got busy, we’re going to party ‘till the sun rises and have a great time!” She said, a dead serious look in her eyes you dared not defy. “Alright.” You muttered, smiling slightly and hugging your best friend.

For the next hour, your friend did your hair and makeup, and when she was done you were shocked. Of course you’d worn makeup before, but wow. You’d never think you’d look like this, it looked as though you came straight out of a movie screen. “Wow.” was all you could manage, alongside a huge smile. Y/F/N went into her room and came back with a dress you’d never seen before. “What’s that?” You asked, curiously.

The dress itself was stunning, exactly your size with perfect dealing, and it happened to be in your favorite colour. (You can imagine it how you wish, it’s supposed to be your dream party dress!) You were in love, you were sure. “Your outfit for tonight, of course!” She replied, rolling her eyes, as if it was obvious. Your eyes widened as you gazed up and down the dress, you were unsure. The dress you loved, no doubt, though even if you were confident with your makeup and hair, you weren’t sure you could pull it off.

“I don’t know, Y/F/N..” you said, hesitantly. “Just put it on!” Your friend whined, throwing you the dress and pushing you into the bathroom. You sighed and did as told, and exited the bathroom holding your breath, waiting for her to tell you to change. You heard her gasp and squeal. “Y/N! You look amazing!” She said, overly excited. You slid on some heels to match the dress.

Y/F/N pulled you over to the full length mirror, and you looked shyly into the mirror, your breath hitching in your throat. You looked good, really good. You felt confident, which is something you didn’t say often. It wasn’t that you weren’t happy with your looks, it was just you always felt dull compared to your friend, but tonight, you felt stunning. You turned and gave your friend another hug, and you two took a quick selfie, posting it to your Instagram. Just as it finished posting, your friend said the uber had arrived and you two drove off to the club.

You grimaced as you and your friend entered the building and were immediately sucked in by the crowd of sweaty bodies, blaring music and an intense smell of alcohol. You both managed to push your way to the bar, ordering your favorite drinks and sitting down at the bar stools. Y/F/N looked down the bar and saw two boys, both with bright blue eyes come in and call the bartender. “The usual!” The blonde one called, leaning against the bar. “You know what we like Jim.” Said the curly brunette, leaning up against the bar as well and smirking slightly. “It’s Dan.” The bartender said, walking away after giving them their drinks. The brunette frowned and cleared his throat awkwardly, making Y/F/N giggle. The boy and Y/F/N met eyes, and she gave a flirty smile and wave, to which the boy returned an awestruck look. It was quite cute, honestly.

She turned to you with pleading eyes, and an apologetic smile on her face. “I know tonight was supposed to be about you, but please, please will you to take this grenade for me.” You shook your head and smiled at her. “You so owe me for this, but of course I will.” you said, shoving her slightly. Her smile grew as she pulled you up off the stool and you both downed the rest of your drink, walking over to the two boys.

The brunette, Conor, you learned, introduced himself to Y/F/N and the two disappeared into the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. The other boy sat down with you, smiling a forced smile. “I’m Jack-” He started, but you put a hand up, silencing him.

“You are obviously taking a grenade for your friend,” “Brother.” He cut you off, smiling innocently. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued. “Fine, your brother. You don’t have to stay with me if you don’t want to, Jack. I won’t take my friend back. I know taking grenades aren’t exactly fun, so you can go ahead and I won’t interrupt them.” You said, smiling at Jack. He seemed to contemplate this, so you assumed he agreed, starting to walk away, but he grabbed your wrist, making you turn in question.

“What if I want to?” He challenged, a smirk crawling onto his face. You had to admit, he was quite attractive and you wouldn’t mind spending time with him, so you smiled and bit your lip. You had taken much worse grenades in the past, and decided you needed to get your mind off of your ex. “I wouldn’t stop you.” You replied, cheekily.

Jack grabbed your hand and pulled you to the bar, ordering and paying for your drink, you thanking him quickly before the two of you found an empty booth away from the dance floor. “So what is a lovely girl like you doing here tonight?” He asked, and you sighed. “Boyfriend cheated, but I’m over it.” You stated, unfazed. “Sorry to hear that.. Say, I never got your name, beautiful.” Jack said, making you pull a ‘really?’ face. You typically weren’t the flirty type, but you already felt more confident with your outfit and appearance tonight, and alcohol in your system, so you decided to play with him a bit.

“Thank you for the compliment, Jack. However, for my name, I think you need to earn it.” You answered, smiling innocently. “How so?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. “Dance with me.” Jack smiled and grabbed your hand, guiding you out to the dancing crowd and placing his hands on your hips. You two danced to many different songs, singing along and swaying to the beat of the music, laughing and having a good time. You hadn’t had this much fun in years, and you missed it. At this point, you’d forgotten all about the reason you came tonight, and your ex didn’t cross your mind once more as the night progressed, your attention based fully on Jack.

After having danced for awhile, you both went for another drink. Conor and Y/F/N were long gone, she’d texted you saying they were going back to his to.. well, I think you can figure out what they were doing. You and Jack were simply enjoying each other’s company, and the night was spent chatting about random things, seeing as you were drunk and didn’t really have a filter. The time flew by, as did drinks, soon it was almost 3am and you were in no condition to walk home, let alone drive.

Jack, who withheld alcohol much easier than you, called for an uber to take you back to his flat. He’d get you home, but you could barely hold yourself up, in fact, you weren’t, Jack had his arm slung under yours to support you, and your words came out as mumbles that Jack couldn’t make out, the alcohol in your system making it difficult to focus on your words.

You two arrived at his flat, and he brought you straight to his bed. Jack helped you slip off your dress with looking as little as possible, he helped you into one of his shirts, which fell past your thighs. Jack helped you into his bed, pulling the covers over you gently. He left the room, coming back with a glass of water and some Advil, putting it on the bedside table with your phone, plugging it in as it was the same type as his phone.

He smiled and went to leave the room before you mumbled something incoherent. He turned and look questioning at you, to see your eyes fluttering shut, but you motioning for him to come closer. He did almost instantly, and you quietly mumbled. “Thank you, Jack. M’names Y/N. You earned it.”

Jack smiled, “Goodnight, Y/N.” He whispered, about to leave the room. “You don’t have to leave, you know.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear. He froze, looking back at you, nervously. “Are you sure?” He asked, hesitantly. “I can easily sleep on the couch.” “No, no it’s fine. I’m sure.” You yawned, patting the bed next to you. He climbed in next to you, his body stiff, until you turned to face him, smiling. “Goodnight Jack.” You said, looking into his baby blue eyes. He smiled back, and you felt yourself drifting off. Just as you were about to succumb to sleep, you faintly felt Jack place a light kiss to your forehead, making you smile and you fell into a very happy sleep.

Jack may have been a player, but wow, did you make him feel something he hadn’t felt in a long time. You may have just been out of a relationship, but you sure never felt that way with anyone else. You and Jack both reminded yourselves to thank Conor and Y/F/N, because you both knew that the other would mean much more to you than a one night grenade.

Healthy Hair Growth Challenge (courtesy of Nappturalistic Beauty)

Basic Guidelines to Follow (in addition to the Sub Challenges):

  • Make sure your hair has a good trim before starting the challenge & ONLY trim at 6 month intervals if needed
  • Wash/Cleanse your hair 1x per week
  • Always do Hot Oil Treatments before (pre-poo) or after you wash your hair
  • Always Deep Condition after every Wash & Hot Oil treatment followed by a Leave In Conditioner
  • Blot hair with a t-shirt & Air dry the hair 99% of the time
  • Remain FAITHFUL to Moisturizing & Sealing your ends at least 3x a week to prevent breakage & split ends.
  • Wear protective or low manipulation styles 3-5x a week
  • No heat (blow drying, flat iron, curling iron, etc.) 
  • Take a hair growth aide or multivitamin if you choose to benefit the health & growth of your hair & body.
  • ALWAYS protect your hair at night with a silk/satin scarf and/or bonnet. Sleeping with a satin pillowcase will be beneficial as well.
  • Eat a healthy diet, eliminating fast food and as many processed foods as possible.
  • Exercise at least 2-3x a week, whether it’s walking, running, jogging, aerobics, etc. Do something that will get your heart pumping & get your blood flow circulating.
  • Drink PLENTY of water.
  • Keep your hands OUT of your hair when you’re not styling or massaging it
  • Every day, look in the mirror at yourself & say a positive affirmation about yourself to motivate yourself.
  • Take a picture of your hair before starting this challenge. At three months (December 31st), take a picture and do a length check to track how your hair is coming along. Post a picture to the Wall whenever you are making progress for your encouragement and others encouragement & inspiration as well.
  • Periodically post how much growth you’ve had.

Sub Challenges

1st Sub Challenge is “Deep Conditioning”, “H2O” and “Scalp Massaging" 

Rules:

  • Deep Condition your hair with your favorite Deep Conditioner at least 1x a week.
  • If you’re wearing braids or weaves, deep condition 1x every 14 days (2 weeks).
  • Gently detangle your hair in sections, working your way from your ends up to your roots with a wide tooth comb and then 2-strand twist each section.  Rinse your hair with the twists to keep your hair from tangling all over again.
  • Use your preferred method of (with plastic cap) Hooded Dryer, Hot Towel, Heat Cap, No Heat or Steamer (no plastic cap) to assist your deep conditioner for better penetration & absorption
  • Deep Condition for a minimum of 30 minutes every session
  • Do a protein conditioning treatment 1x every 4-6 weeks (if your hair allows it).
  • Drink at least eight 8oz glasses of water or more everyday
  • Post a starting picture at the beginning of this challenge and a final result picture at the end of this challenge.

Scalp Massage Requirements:

  1. Beginners: Massage scalp 3-5 minutes daily 
  2. Intermediate & Advanced: Massage scalp 5-10 minutes daily 

How to do Scalp Massages

You can massage your scalp, using the pads of your fingers with any oil of choice or none (if allergic or scalp doesn’t like oil). 

  • Pour some oil into a bowl and warm the oil by placing the bowl in some hot water. The oil should be warm but comfortable to the touch.  Or you can just use your favorite oil straight from the bottle.
  • Using the pads of your fingers, apply the oil little by little to different parts of your scalp, parting your hair as needed.  Then, using the pads of your fingers, work the oil into your scalp, using circular motions. Slow, deliberate movements are relaxing while steady but vigorous movement helps enhance energy and circulation.

Sample list of oils for scalp massages

  • Extra Virgin Olive Oil
  • Avocado Oil
  • Coconut Oil
  • Castor Oil
  • Jojoba Oil
  • Almond Oil
  • Emu Oil
  • Jamaican Black Castor Oil
  • Grapeseed Oil
  • Neem Oil
  • *Burdock Oil
  • *Basil Oil
  • *Tea Tree Oil
  • *Lavender Oil
  • *Peppermint Oil
  • *Rosemary Oil

*Essential Oil that should be used with a carrier oil such as Jojoba, Castor or Olive Oil.

**IMPORTANT**

Information for Scalp Massage Challenge

You must note that most essential oils are very strong and should be used only after diluting it with a carrier oil. Remember, essential oils are VERY concentrated and shouldn’t be used directly on the skin or hair.  Before using them you must also consult your health care provider as some oils could cause irritation and allergic reactions in the body.

anonymous asked:

You're Lotor cosplay is so good?? But how on earth did you get that one strand of hair to do the thing??

I just hair sprayed it really well! curled the bottom and near the top with a flat iron.   I’m surprised how bouncy it is, I just had to brush it forward and it just stays like that

Yoongi 3:

Your alarm went off right as your mom screamed telling you to wake up “Honey. First day of school!” she was too cheerful this early in the morning. You groaned looking at your phone. It was 7 am which meant you had an hour to get dressed, because walking to your school took no longer than 15 minutes. After showering, you decided to flat iron your hair. You had defined curls which you always flat ironed. Yoongi never saw your natural curls. Everyone used to comment how beautiful they are but you preferred straight hair because straight hair made you look less innocent and sexier. You quickly threw on your skinny jeans, white ruffled top, and pink heels. Thank goodness this school has no dress code.

Walking out of the room you were met with your mother’s voice “honey, let me give you a ride” she offered. “No thanks mom, I’ll walk” you said grabbing your purse. “You look so cute” she commented. You spin for her acting like a model “I don’t think the heels are a good idea” she said “Bye mom” you walked out “Y/N let me give you a ride, what if you get lost. You’ve only been to that school once.” She yelled out “Its fine mom, Love you!” you said closing the door behind you.

 

Walking out you felt the breeze. Today seems like such a beautiful day, the sun looked bright and the sky was the prettiest shade of blue. You remembered the route to your school consisted of some turns here and there but generally you had to walk straight ahead. Somehow the street did not seem familiar at all and no matter how many turns you made you found yourself getting further and further from your destination “Fuck” you cursed to yourself. You could have sworn you knew the right way. You decided to just turn around and retrace your steps. As you quickly turned your body you came in contact with someone “uh! Fuck” you cursed as you felt the force push you towards the floor. Luckily he was quick enough to grab your body. His grip was rather strong. Looking up, you tried to make out who he was but your heart nearly stopped. YOONGI. He quickly let go of you as he took a step back to create some distance. He looked different. Hotter. His hair was wet and falling down his forehead, his outfit gave him a bad boy demeanor. He looked at you up and down, closely examining your outfit or body- who knows. He looked at your face closely before his eyes scanned your lips. You looked away. You swore you could have heard a low chuckle “What?” you asked annoyed “I didn’t say anything” he said with a smirk. You suddenly remembered how mad you were at him “Fuck off” you said walking away. As you walked away you turned around to give him one last glance. But you found him still standing there staring at you. Before he turned and continued in his direction.

Your thoughts were now filled by him. You were getting more frustrated the longer you walked. Your feet were hurting and you knew you were like an hour late to school. After many turns you suddenly saw a familiar building. Finally! You nearly ran to it. Once you walked inside, the front desk gave you your schedule. “Welcome to first day. Let me take you to your second period. You’re a bit late” she said as she walked you up the stairs. “I got lost” you said scanning the walls and students roaming the hall. “Here it is. Have a good day” she said “Thanks” you replied as you opened the door. Walking in you tried to scan the room for a seat in the back. “Hello, new student?” the teacher asked. “Yes” you said walking towards him “Introduce yourself to the class please” he said. He looked kind of goofy. “Hello, I am Y/N” you said before bowing. “Hello!” some students said back. You could tell some guys were a little too eager. “Nice to meet you, and I am Mr. Andrew. Y/N please take a seat next to Suga” the teacher said as he pointed towards a guy. Looking towards it your mouth instantly dropped. “Who?” you said “Suga raise your hand so she can see you” he instructed to which you saw Yoongi look up before lazily raising his hand. You nearly gave him a death glare. He lied. So many thoughts were running through your head as you took a seat next to him. He had beats around his neck. You tried your hardest to ignore him and not even glance his way. You were raging inside. “Class, since this is literature we are going to be writing a lot in here. But don’t worry it won’t be boring. What you write in here will be used for your benefit in your specified department” Mr. Andrew said writing on the wall. “Take one and pass it around” he instructed the class. Once the sheet came your way you nearly snatched it out of Yoongi’s hands. He just glanced at you. “Fucking liar” you mumbled to which he glanced your way for a little longer. The whole class period consisted of him sneaking looks here and there “Why do you keep staring at me?” you finally asked. He ignored you.

 “Suga? Have you see rap monster?” a girl turned her head towards him “No” he said not bothering to even look up at her. Rude. “Hm… Suga” you said feeling his name roll out your mouth, he looked up at you “What a nice name. I wonder who TF is Yoongi?” you said staring into his eyes “Don’t call me that” he said seeming serious “Yoongi? But isn’t that your name? Or did you fucking lie about that too” you said wanting to piss him off even more “Don’t call me Yoongi again. I am not joking” he said nearly slamming his books down. “YOONGI!” You screamed out his name to which people turned to face you with eyebrows raised. You could tell he was mad but you didn’t give a fuck. Suddenly, Yoongi pulled you out of the class. “What tf is your problem!?” he yelled “You’re a fucking liar! That’s my problem” you yelled back “Get over me already, it’s pathetic” he said causing your jaw to drop. ”I am over you. I feel nothing for a lying bastard” you shot back before entering the class.

You went through your core classes – writing and science- and to your surprise Yoongi was in them both. Fuck. You sat furthest away from him. In each class you noticed there was Yoongi and these other boys who girls never took their eyes off of. Apparently they were friends because they constantly joked around. They were all so handsome.

In science class you saw a girl who was rather too friendly with him. “Yoongi, look what I wrote” she said showing him. Did she just call him…Yoongi? You were questioning so many things. So he let her call him that but not me? If anyone was desperate it was her, she was being so clingy especially on the first day. “Ugh!” you groaned loudly but she didn’t notice. But you think Yoongi did.

“Yoongi, I need to speak to you privately” she whispered into his ears as she stood up to walk out. While she walked out you saw her shorten her skirt. You rolled your eyes. Did she say speak? Yeah right. He waited about 5 minutes before he stepped outside of the class. You couldn’t help but feel jealous. You tried to ignore them. But once you noticed that they had been missing for nearly 15 minutes you started feeling anxious. What did she want? You decided to walk out and pretend to use the bathroom. As you walked down the hallway you suddenly heard voices “Baby what’s wrong? You’ve been out of it all day?” you heard her voice. You followed it to discover the noise coming from a closet “Nothing, I’m just sleepy” Yoongi said. Baby? Did she just call him baby? You wanted to slap the shit out of her. But why tf did you even care. You didn’t own him.

After a couple of seconds, you heard something that you dreaded the most “Yoongi, fuck me already” she whispered and your stomach nearly turned “Not now Yoona” he said. “Please I can’t wait” she begged. You heard kisses and not long after she was whimpering. You felt sick listening to him touch her but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move away. “Uhh right there. Deeper!” she moaned “Ughh fuck this feels good” Yoongi let out, to which you felt your eyes water. He was fucking someone else so easily without protesting or anything. Fucking asshole. “You feel so tight and your boobs are perfect. Don’t worry about me fucking other whores, I will never again” he groaned. Whores? Your tears fell down your cheeks. “Ugh mhh yes, keep your dick only for me.” she said. Suddenly you stormed out pissed. You entered the bathroom and washed your face. Right as you were about to step out you heard the bell ring. How long were you in the bathroom for? You decided to stop in front of the lockers. You were staring into space. Your heart really hurt. People were passing by. You spotted Yoongi walking from afar with her and you did something you would later question. “Hey” you said looking at a hot random boy passing you by “Hey” he said looking at you up and down, checking you out. “Kiss me” you whispered. He looked at you for a while as if it was too good to be true before he pulled you into him. He was attempting the romantic kiss but you went for a full makeout session. You hadn’t noticed that you were kissing for so long that a teacher had to tell you guys to break it up “Detention!” he yelled handing both of  you a slip of paper. You looked to your side and saw Yoongi staring at you. You pretended not to see him. The boy ripped up his slip of paper and winked at you before walking away “She’s so fucking hot” you heard him say to himself as he passed by Yoongi.

 It was lunch time now. But you had detention for the shit you just pulled. Great. You looked back at the spot where Yoongi was standing but he was no longer there. Why did you even care? You shook your head from the thought of him before walking to your class to grab your purse. The room was empty when you walked in. Grabbing your stuff you spotted Yoongi walk in. You didn’t even glance his way as you stormed past him. But you could tell he was glaring at you.

Good thing the detention room was down the hall so you didn’t have to do much looking to find it. You stopped to get some water. When you looked up you saw Yoongi staring at you as he entered the detention room. Is he fucking serious!?

You walked in hoping to find many students but it was just you, him and another teacher. The other boy didn’t even show up. You had to sit quietly without saying anything. The teacher who was supervising had to go to a meeting so he advised you guys to remain in the room or have the consequence of a weeklong detention. As soon as he stepped out Yoongi placed his beats on his ears ignoring your existence. Why the fuck was he even here for? You were pissed but you had to remind yourself to calm down. You stared at the ceiling for a while before you saw him eyeing your shoes again. “What the fuck do you want?” you asked but he was busy listening to music to hear you. You heard him chuckle which made you rage. Standing up, you walked towards him. You grabbed his beats before slamming them on his table “What’s so funny!?” you asked brushing your hair off your shoulders “Who tf do you think you are to touch my shit!?” he yelled making you flinch. Why was he suddenly so angry? “Control your bitchy attitude” he said shooting a look. You felt like that was directed at something else. “Bitchy?” you asked raising your eyebrows. You reached for his headset but he was quicker than you. “Wow, you just can’t fucking chill? Can you?” he said causing you to nearly want to slap him “I just asked what was so funny? You keep eyeing my shoes” you stated. “Maybe you should ask yourself, walking around in heels begging strangers to fuck you” he said causing your jaw to drop. You were speechless. You wanted to say something but words got caught in your throat. You heard him chuckle “Your plan didn’t quite work. Next time I recommend you take him to a private room rather than the middle of the hall way” he said smirking. “Oh you must be an expert at doing shit in abandoned places and private rooms huh?” you shot back. “Not before you” he said and you fought everything in your bones not to slap him “Well, I guess you’re welcome. It’s sad your sex life is shitty” you spat trying to act like his words didn’t hurt you before walking out.

 That was it. You were done with him. You went to hide in the bathroom and cry. He was turning you into his weak bitch. You never cried because of a boy. You pulled yourself together and walked out trying to go curse him but when you came back in the room he was gone.

The hallway was packed and it was almost time for fourth period. Walking in you were surprised at the amount of students. All the senior students were told to gather in the gym. Teachers would call out students and inspect them for the rest of the day to see who would be in what department. There were four departments- Theater, Music, Dance, and triple threat. Triple threat which was a combination of all three was very difficult to get in. You were inspected by a young male who was very handsome. A lot of students looked up to him and some girls even dreamt of sleeping with him. His name was Park Jimin. You heard a couple of things about him from random classmates. Apparently he was in the triple threat department, and a senior like you. He is already in a famous boy band and is very advanced in dancing and singing, so he was chosen to teach a class and inspect students this year. He called your name and he told you to come into a private room where students perform their talent. “Hi, I am Park Jimin” he said smiling at you “I’m Y/N” You smiled back. “So…ahah” he laughed looking at your heels. “Sorry I didn’t think it through” you said trying not to get frustrated at how everyone was judging you for wearing heels “No, I like them. I was just thinking it will be hard to perform in them.” He said. You remained silent so he continued “So what’s your talent?” he asked “I can sing and dance. I like rapping but I don’t think I would call myself talented. And I started acting since I was 10” you said causing him to raise his eyebrows. “Wow, triple threat huh?” he said causing you to chuckle. As you were about to ask him a question another man walked in. He was an elderly “Y/N, this is Mr. J, he is the real inspector. He’s very talented and has a lot to offer us” Jimin said before you bowed “Hello Mr. J” you greeted him but he didn’t say anything back “So what are you going to be performing” he asked as he walked to sit down on the chair. “I will…um” You tried to think of what to do “She can perform for every category” Jimin offered and you nodded. You performed for all three categories and throughout your performances Mr.J never smiled not once. But Jimin on the other hand thought you were very talented “Ok, that would be all I need to see. Go back to the gym” Mr.J said causing you to wonder what you did wrong. You bowed at both of them before walking out. Jimin had to go pick the next student so he walked with you to the gym “That was the best performance I’ve seen so far today and like ever” he said causing you to smile. He was really sweet. “Thank you” you said cheerfully suddenly feeling good from his kind words. “Mr.J is a hard criticizer. Wherever you end up, your beyond talented” Jimin said causing you to smile “Oh no, your giving me words of encouragement. That must mean I fucked up” you said causing him to laugh “No, no” he said shaking his head. “You were good ,trust me. You deserve to debut solo”. “Did you want to debut solo” you asked “No, I love my members. They’re my family” he said with a huge grin. “How were you able to debut without finishing high school yet?”. “Mr. J saw potential in us” he replied “Don’t laugh at me. But I’ve never heard of your band” you said causing him to chuckle. “I can tell. That’s why I like you” he said “You know what, how about you meet me after school and I will take you to where we practice. So you can see us live” he offered “Really? Ok!” you said surprised at his offer. He opened the gym door letting you in before waving at you. As you waved back people stared. They were either curious or jealous. Sitting down you bumped into a girl “Oh sorry” she apologized “No, it’s my fault” you said. You both sat down not saying anything for a good 30 minutes before she started moving around too much “You’re really bored, aren’t you?” you asked “Bored!? I am so nervous. He will inspect me and uhhh I am too nervous” she said in a fangirl tone “Who?” you laughed “Taehyung!…I mean V” she said correcting herself. “Who is he?” you asked causing her to nearly have a fit “Who is he!?” she screamed before hitting you “Ouch”. “Have you been living under a rock” she asked “He is in BTS! And he is so cute! And my crush” she said whispering the last part as if it was a hidden secret. “Your obsessed” You said laughing “I really like him, but he has never noticed me” she said sounding sad. “How does he look like? I can make him notice you”. She nearly had another fit. She was so cute and innocent. You were drawn to her. She reminded you of your old self. “I am starting to really like you. Oh, I am Sara by the way” she said. “I’m Y/N”. Suddenly Yoongi and that girl from earlier walked in together followed by a couple of other students. “I can’t fucking stand him” your mood suddenly changed “Ahah why?” she asked laughing “Just because” you said “That’s Suga” she told you. “Why do some people call him Yoongi?” you asked “Because that’s his real name. Suga is his stage name” she informed you as if she knew everything about everyone “Stage name? I’m not following” you said “He’s kind of…um intimidating to people. So everyone he trusts and knows can call him Yoongi and everyone else has to call him Suga. Which is his name in BTS” she said causing your head to snap towards her “He’s in a band!?” you said suddenly remembering your first encounter with him when he told you not to let anyone know he was in the park. And you thought he was being conceded. “So who is she?” You asked suddenly wondering so much about his life “That’s Yoona, his girlfriend”. You chuckled “Yeah right” you mumbled. Yoongi doesn’t have girlfriends. Maybe fuck buddies but that’s about it. “He’s a rapper” she said and after that you blocked her voice out getting trapped in your thoughts. Only people close to him and those he trusts can know his real name? Wtf does that mean? You thought. He told you his name the first day you met. So…

You stayed in the gym for the rest of the day because everyone had to be judged. Once it was dismissal time. Sara said bye to you and you waved at her. “Tomorrow they will tell us what department we’re in. I’m so nervous. But Taehyung talked and smiled at me today” she said walking away with a big smile on her face “I mean V!” she screamed causing you to Laugh. She was something special.

 

As you picked up your bag Jimin came walking towards you “Hey, you ready?” he said causing you to jump “Oh god!” you screamed as he laughed.

His practice room was a couple of blocks away from the school located at a huge building “Wow you practice…here” you said in awe “Yeah” he said swiping his card to get in. How fancy was that. “What happens when one member gets too drunk?” you asked “We have a bell to ring and a camera to show us who it is” he said “Nice”. Once you entered you came in contact with a tall man “That’s rap monster, he’s the leader” he introduced you to him “Hyung, no girls now. We need to practice in a little bit” he said acting like a leader. “But nice to meet you, I’m rap monster.” He said smiling “Hi. I’m Y/N” you said bowing.  “Where are the boys?” Jimin asked “I’m not sure. I texted them telling them to get their asses here” rap monster replied. You sat down in their living room as you waited with the two boys. Their lounge was really big. “Let’s watch TV” rap monster said. After 30 minutes and you heard unfamiliar voices “Man! Today was long!” one guy screamed out “We had to inspect so many people. I think I’ve seen enough performances for today” another complained as they made their way towards the lounge. “There were so many pretty girls with nice bodies though”. They stopped talking once they saw you “ We have a Guest! And she’s a Girl! Wow Hi!” one boy said cheerfully “I’m J-Hope” he introduced himself. “And Im Taehyung” another boy said shooting you his smile. Wait. So that’s who Sara was talking about? “Nice to meet you both, I’m Y/N” you said “Are you here for one of the boys?” one asked “She’s here to watch us perform.” Jimin said and you nodded “Who’s your bias?” Jhope asked smiling cutely “Its me” Taehyung said doing his peace sign. You liked them. “I don’t know any of you guys so I’m not sure” you said laughing.

“She’s never heard of us” Jimin said and they all look at each other. “Wow”.

 “Hyung, some of the boys can’t make it” Taehyung suddenly said reading a text from his phone. The leader groaned “Let’s start without them”. They all headed towards the stairs. “This is our practice room” Jimin informed you. Entering the room you felt inspired to begin to dance. It was bright and it had so many mirrors on the walls. The boys stretched and conversed with you. Then they stared dancing to their song “Blood, sweat, and tears”. They were amazing. Especially Jimin, V, and J-hope. Your favorite was Jimin’s dancing. “Wow! You guys are incredible.” You would complement them throughout the song making funny remarks “Its ok rap monster, don’t give up. Dancing is in your blood just push though the struggle” you would joke getting a glare from him and laughs from the other guys. “She is honestly the best to have here” Taehyung commented. “Hey guys, I really need to use the bathroom” you stated. “Down the hall” J-hope said sweaty and out of breath. You left the dance room and walked down the hall. As you made a turn you came in contact with a bunch of rooms. You entered one accidently. Looking around you suddenly got weird flashbacks. Something was strange about this room. You couldn’t put your fingers on it but strangely you felt like you’ve been here before. Suddenly you heard footsteps approaching. You did the only thing that came to your head. Run in the closet. As you slowly closed it and hid in the corner you saw someone enter. “uhh” he groaned as he sat on the bed. You tried to look through the cracks to figure out who he was but it was difficult. He stood up from his bed and began undressing himself. You nearly gasped as you saw him bend to take off his pants. No fucking way. You must be dreaming right now. This seems surreal. As he stood naked in front of your view you tried to shut your eyes. He walked towards the closet and your heart stopped. NO! You tried to move to the corner but it was too late when he opened it. FUCK.