she works at a nail salon

The Truth Behind Stereotypes

While preparing for my next patient I read in her previous note that she “ a Vietnamese immigrant who works at a nail salon.”  I stifled a laugh as I recalled Dat Phan’s comedy bit on the Vietnamese taking over the U.S. one foot at a time.  I mentally scolded myself as I tried to dismiss my racist stereotype.  Yet, you cannot deny that this is one stereotype that frequently plays true. 

She smiled as I entered the room, remaining patient as I fumbled with the pronunciation of her name.  After exchanging pleasantries we discussed her reasons for coming in: a lingering cold and a skin lesion.  I noted that she had missed multiple appointments prior to this, failing to get follow up labs from over a year ago.  She blamed this on her busy schedule, caring for two children and working full-time.  For providers the chronically busy patient can seem as frustrating as the chronically sick patient.

Next we proceeded into her exam.  The stigmata for bacterial infection were conspicuously absent.  I described my findings to her, watching her mood deflate slightly when I explained that antibiotics would not help.  I continued to work my way down her body in a systematic exam, explaining as I went.  As I came to her hands I winced.  The skin was thickened, dried, and cracked.  My hands began to hurt in sympathy.

“Tell me about your hands,” I said.

She responded in deeply accented English that her hands became like this after working with the nail chemicals all day. 

“And do you like this job?” I asked.

“I hate it,” she responded.  I continued to inquire why, if she hated her job and it hurt her skin in such a terrible way, she did not seek other employment. 

“In my country I was a nurse.  But here I would have to start schooling over.  It would take twice as long because I would first have to take English classes.” She continued to explain that when coming over, many Vietnamese people worked in nail salons because that is where other Vietnamese people worked.  In other words, it was one of the few places they could get a foot in the door as untrained workers who barely spoke discernible English.  Suddenly the Dat Phan comedy bit seemed a lot less funny.

“Why come to the U.S.?”  I asked.  “If you were a nurse in Vietnam, why immigrate to a place with few job opportunities.”

Her answer?  She makes more here as a nail technician than a nurse in Vietnam, meaning she can send money to her family at home.  And being here gives her two teenage children a better opportunity for employment as they grow up.  In short, this woman gave up a job she enjoyed, to work in conditions she hates, in order for her family to have opportunities she never could.

Long after I wrote her note and sent her on her way, my Vietnamese patient lingered in my mind.  Interestingly, the more I thought the more I realized she did fit into a stereotype, although I had placed her in the wrong one.  Perhaps it is partially true to think that many Vietnamese immigrants are nail technicians.  But I think the better way to look at immigrants, in all flavors, is with the lens of selfless hope they often bring with them, rather than the employment circumstances they often find themselves in.  She, like the most tremendous among us, gave up her life goals in order to propel her family into a new socioeconomic class.  That to me doesn’t fit the image the media promotes for immigrants, but rather the image I think of when I see working class mothers struggling for their family’s sake.  And I think that stereotype, an example of the best that people have to offer, is a stereotype I can live with. 

Raise Hell - (Negan Fic) Chapter 1: People Like That

Summary: Doveport is a little community just trying to survive in the apocalypse. Elle finally feels like she’s found a home…and then she meets Negan.

Characters: Negan x Elle 

Word Count: 3,186

Warning: No warnings for this chapter (gotta introduce everyone!), but this fic is going to be a dark one. And it’s a slow burn

Author’s Note: I’m so excited to finally share this multi chapter fic with you. I’ve had this idea in my head for months and to get it started feels really good right about now. As of this moment, I have approximately 20 chapters outlined for it and hope I can do Negan’s character justice in this fic. There will be romance. There will be heartache. I will try and update as often as possible. Please let me know what you think! You can message me anytime!

You can also read this fic on AO3.

Huge thank you to @ashzombie13 and @my-achilles–heel for being my beta readers!

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Humiliation Ideas for a Sissy Baby

These are some humiliation ideas, some I have sort of experienced, all I want to experience.

-Diapers to be worn 24/7, even to work
-When not diapered, panties with pad or pantyliner are to be worn
-Chastity cage to be worn with keyholder visibly wearing key on bracelet or anklet
-Sissy can only use female hygiene products(deodorant, body wash, shaving cream, razor, ect.)
-Bra must be worn everyday all day
-When at home no clothing allowed to be worn to cover up diapers
-At home sissy’s extra diapers are kept in plain view
-When going out, sissy must carry fully stocked diapers bag
-Public diapers changes are to be done in regular stall, not behind closed doors of family restrooms
-When stopping for diaper change at rest area, park far away from restrooms and have sissy carry fresh diapers in hand in plain view
-When buying sissy’s diapers, have clerk help, letting them know who they are for
-Take sissy panty shopping, while diapered, lift up skirt or pull down shorts, hold panties up to diaper to see if they would fit
-Have sissy ask to be measured for her bra size by store employee
-Regularly check sissy’s diaper in public to see if sissy needs a change
-Sissy must buy diapers, pads, pantyliners, female products in person
-Heavily diaper sissy, plug her, take sissy shopping for diapers. Drop sissy off two to three miles from home. Have sissy walk the rest of the way carrying packages of diapers
-Hire babysitter for sissy
-Make a babybook of sissy, filled with pictures taken by you and your friends
-Heavily diapers sissy, tie her hands behind her back, use “O” ring mouth gag, invite all your male friends over to use sissy’s mouth, if they need to use the restroom have then pee down the back of sissy’s diapers
-Put heavy make-up on sissy, have male friends use her face as a cum dump, taking pictures as make-up starts to run
-Sissy service anyone who master/mistress tells them to
-When in public, do not allow sissy to change diapers until they leak and the leaks are visible on sissy’s shorts
-Wait till sissy’s diapers leak, have her go into busy drugstore to buy more diapers, have her ask for help finding the diapers, then have her ask to use restroom to change
-Have sissy “beg” men to let her please them orally, always thanking them afterwards
-Have sissy be used as a bukkake target and send her to bed not allowing her to clean her face
-If sissy is not working and you are, have her send you pics hourly to prove she didn’t take diapers off, show them to your co-workers
-Have sissy go to tanning salon wearing bikini
-Have sissy get “cute” tatoo
-Get sissy’s belly button pierced
-Take sissy to get lower back tatoo while diapered
-Take sissy to all doctor visits diapered
-Take sissy to nail salon, diapered and in short skirt, so when pedicure is being done diapers are visible
-If anyone asks why sissy is diapered, have her tell them its because she can’t keep her panties or bed dry
-Have sissy watch all of your sexual acts and use her tongue to clean up all involved
-The more people that know you keep sissy in diapers and why the better, encourage friends to tease her and take pictures

These are just a few that come to mind!!!

Legally Blonde (USA, 2001)

Predictions: Nothing to predict. We have both seen this movie a number of times.

Plot: Reese Witherspoon has a great life. She is the president of her sorority at Fake UCLA, and she’s about to get engaged to her boyfriend, Harvard-Law-School-bound Matthew Davis. But then, HLSB Matthew Davis turns out to be a dickbag who dumps her because she’s not a Vanderbilt. He needs a Jackie and she’s a Marilyn, you guys.

Naturally, like any self-respecting woman, Reese Witherspoon hatches a plan. She’ll just get into Harvard Law School herself and show him the error of his ways. What do you mean, that seems difficult and/or implausible?? She can do anything with her fuzzy pink pen! And, indeed, she…succeeds???? You go, Reese Witherspoon, although we are…surprised.

At Harvard, Reese Witherspoon unsurprisingly does not fit in. Man, those Harvard Law students. Just so judgmental and tweed-y. She gets kicked out of class for not being prepared, is scorned by Matthew Davis’s fancy new/old/other/better girlfriend Selma Blair, and is just generally mocked all around. So terrible here in Cambridge. She should just go back to the pool or whatever. But then, one day, sick of not being taken seriously, she decides to buckle down and study. And lo and behold, before you know it, she’s impressing people left and right! Along with Selma Blair, Matthew Davis, and somebody else, she gets picked for Professor Victor Garber’s fancy internship. He’s representing Ali Larter, ex-sorority girl and current exercise icon, who’s on trial for the murder of her husband, and needs some extra intern hands.

Some twists and turns ensue, but basically, Reese Witherspoon uses her sorority connections, deep knowledge of fashion/hair/whatever, and plucky go-getter personality to prove Ali Larter innocent. It was Permed Linda Cardellini all along, guys!!!! *GASP* Along the way, Reese Witherspoon is validated by Professor Holland Taylor, gets hit on by Professor Victor Garber (gross), and forms a rapport with Luke Wilson, one of Victor Garber’s associates. Not in that order. She and Selma Blair also have a will-they-won’t-they…friendship? while Matthew Davis gets his comeuppance in the form of a) rejection by both Reese Witherspoon and Selma Blair and b) his own mediocrity. He was WAIT-LISTED AT HARVARD, YOU GUYS. DID YOU KNOW???? We must all shun him the next time we see him at the yacht club.

Also, Reese Witherspoon has a well-dressed Chihuahua, who’s in, like, every scene, and a weird friend from the nail salon (Jennifer Coolidge), whom she helps to get her dog back and get her groove on with the UPS guy. The end!

Best Scene: When Reese Witherspoon wins her case, of course! Although there is no way she would be allowed to just ramble on like that in an actual courtroom during a cross-examination, we love that somehow her total lack of a plan works out, and we love the whole courtroom (until the turning point) being like, GOD, WE GET IT, LINDA CARDELLINI WAS IN THE SHOWER.

Worst Scene: When Professor Victor Garber hits on Reese Witherspoon. Victor Garber is a treasure. Nobody wants to see him being a lech. :(

Best Line: “Oh, Warner, I’ve waited so long to hear you say that – but if I’m gonna be a partner in a law firm by the time I’m thirty, I’m gonna need a boyfriend who’s not such a complete bonehead.” – Reese Witherspoon, capping off her courtroom victory by dumping Matthew Davis for good. Just one of many shining moments in this film, which, lbr, is basically iconic line after iconic line, so how could we really choose??

Worst Line: Weeeeeell. This movie is a classic, which also means it’s kind of old, so you do have those moments of being like, “Oh dear…this was back when the word ‘retard’ was still acceptable-ish.” It is no longer acceptable, guys, in case anyone was still wondering.

Highlights of the Watching Experience: Awwww, look at adorable, young, early-'00s Reese Witherspoon! Meanwhile, here we are in 2017, looking forward to her next romcom, in which she’s a 40-something cougar/MILF, and we dearly hope that she gets back together with her ex (and that he’s a good person), rather than ending up with, you know, whoever is 2017’s Justin Long. Also, how come Luke Wilson never looks fully happy? What tragedy struck you in your past, Luke Wilson, that you still have not overcome?? Will the eternally optimistic and unrealistically successful Reese Witherspoon be able to fill this dark void in your heart????

How Many POC in the Film: Black judge. Asian nail-salon worker (but oddly, side-by-side with a white nail-salon worker????). Gay Latino cabana boy. Miscellaneous people with no lines.

Alternate Scenes: Although we are not generally interested in movies about manpain, we would be interested in a sequel (or a prequel??) about Luke Wilson’s inner darkness. We would also be interested in the alternate film about Reese Witherspoon and Selma Blair’s romance. We love, LOVE that they became best friends. But we would also love it if they kissed.

Was the Poster Better or Worse than the Film: Comparable. Although from afar poster!Reese Witherspoon looks a bit like an airline stewardess dragging some tiny pink dog-luggage, by and large, this poster accurately describes this movie.

Score: 8.5 out of 10 bright pink smooches. A very well-constructed movie, although maybe we should not have watched it as a romcom?? We are sitting here now, unsure why we chose to include this movie but exclude, for instance, Miss Congeniality. Seems like a random cracking of the whip, but too late, it happened. Maybe now we can use this mistake to justify future mistakes, such as permitting ourselves to watch Miss Congeniality instead of whatever next Jason-Biggs piece of trash should come up in our list. (No offense to Jason Biggs, who seems probably nice enough in real life, but his agent has terrible taste in films.)

Ranking: 7, out of the 81 movies we’ve seen so far. Take that, 68% Rotten Tomatoes score!!!! WHAT GARBAGE PEOPLE ARE ON ROTTEN TOMATOES, RATING LEGALLY BLONDE 68% AND MISS CONGENIALITY 42%???? What are you even doing watching Miss Congeniality, if you are the kind of person who is only going to enjoy it 42%???? NO ONE TOLD YOU THIS MOVIE WOULD BE CITIZEN KANE.

Things your esthetician/stylist wishes they could tell you...

I’ve worked in a few different salons. I have fond memories of working with strong women, harsh chemicals, and tedious tasks. Don’t get me wrong here- the people working on your hands, feet, faces, hair and body parts LOVE THEIR WORK- but there are a few things that you should know, that will make their lives a little bit easier. Now that I’m not working in the industry, I have nothing to lose by writing, and sharing this with you. I hope that my former coworkers, some of the most amazing people I’ve ever known, will benefit from it. 

If you have a positive experience and like the person who does your service- book your next appointment with her before you leave the salon/spa. I cannot stress this enough. Many of the shifts in the salon industry are given based on appointments booked- so if this awesome stylist/esthetician that you just had doesn’t have pre-booked appointments- she also might not have work. I know you’re busy- and you don’t know what your schedule is going to look like in the next few weeks/months… but by prebooking (you can always change your appointment later) you could be ensuring that your esthetician has a job. Even the greatest, most experienced salon professionals depend on their repeat clients. Plus- you’ll only be able to blame yourself if you don’t pre-book and suddenly you can’t get your christmas-tree nail art done on Christmas eve because the ONLY girl who does nail art is totally booked. BE THE REPEAT GUEST!

If you make an appointment- show up for it. If you can’t make it- call to cancel. Often times, if you don’t show for a 2 hour hair appointment, it means that your stylist loses 2 hours of pay. If you call to cancel, your stylist will likely be able to find someone else to take your spot, and not lose money. I would hate to think that my actions directly impacted someone’s ability to pay their rent, but when you don’t come to your appointment, and you don’t give heads up, that’s exactly what can happen. Not to mention, if you make a habit of it, you could get blacklisted and not be able to get your favorite person to work on you next time. 

These people WILL do their best. You are literally a walking advertisement for these professionals. So, when you ask for something, they will do everything in their power to make it happen. HOWEVER- if you box-dye your hair black, and are expecting to leave the salon as a platinum blonde, you are likely to be disappointed. If you want a beautiful french manicure but you pick at your cuticles and bite your nails, you are likely to be disappointed. If you tweeze your eyebrows between visits, but want to look like Kim Kardashian, you are likely to be educated in the wonders of makeup (and possibly disappointed). 
Realistic expectations aren’t always easy- but they’ll make everybody’s life better. TRUST these stylists when they advise against something, and know that if an esthetician says that a french manicure might not turn out like you hope- she’s going to try her darndest to make it happen anyway.

Body hair needs to be long enough to lay flat, or it won’t get picked up by the wax. HAVING SAID THAT- if you your hair is long enough to curl around your finger… it’s too darn long. Hair that is too long WILL wax but it will hurt about 13,250,000x more than if the hair was the appropriate length. What’s that length? About as long as your pinky fingernail, or the eraser on a pencil. That’s the sweet spot. Too much longer, and it’s gonna hurt significantly more- too much shorter, and the hair won’t lift.  If your esthetican provides you with a wipe or cleansing option- use it. I don’t think I need to explain that one- just be considerate. If you have questions about waxing- ask them. DO NOT TAN! For goodness sake! This might sound like anti-cancer propaganda (but seriously- it’s 2015), but your skin can legitimately lift right off… leaving you AND your esthetican scarred for life. Don’t tweeze between appointments unless advised otherwise. There’s probably lots more- but those are the main ones, I think.

Some people like things to be done ‘Just Right’. Nothing wrong with that, folks. You like your french lines thick? Like your bangs SUPER-blunted? Want light pressure during your massage? GREAT- give your service provider a heads up. They might be great at chit-chat, and remembering how you like your coffee… but they’re not mind readers. They would MUCH rather (I promise) have you give explicit detail as to what you want, then have you ask them to redo their work after completion. I can verify that there is honestly nothing more frustrating than finishing a job to a point where you are satisfied and having your client say- “Oh… those french lines are really thin- could you make them thicker?”
If you notice that something isn’t quite what you like- tell them right away! 

Massage therapists and estheticians especially work in very close, closed-off quarters. If they’re rubbing your face/head/etc and you’re breathing your very thankful, but infected breath all over them… they’re going to get sick. They know it too, as they’re sitting there. You’re breathing through your mouth, or dripping from your nose all over the place- and they’re thinking *I can feel myself getting sick already*. 
They 100% can’t afford to be sick, I promise. So if you’re a walking illness factory- rebook for when you’re feeling better.

Tip with cash. Tip with cash. ALWAYS try to tip with cash! This doesn’t just apply to the salon environment- but every environment. Cash tips are easily accessible, and often can be spared the vigorous taxation process that debit/credit tips go through. Also- try to remember to bring a tip, even if you’re using a gift card. **If you’re not tipping, start tipping**

If you are late, for example, and are booked for a manicure.. and you request a french manicure, with extra glitter and a painting of the statue of liberty on your index finger, and your middle name spelled out in Hebrew on your thumb… your nail tech/esthetician will do their best to make it happen. IF, however, they can’t- it’s probably not their fault. There’s a good chance that she’s already running late for her next client, has had to skip/shorten her lunch, or was done her shift 20 minutes ago. Try hard to be patient and understanding. They will always try to make you happy- but some things just can’t be done.

There’s nothing more flattering than a client referral. Word of mouth is a salon professional’s best advertising. Spread the word. Post pics on instagram/facebook/tumblr… tell the world that YOUR STYLIST/NAIL TECH/MASSAGE THERAPIST/ESTHETICIAN is the best!

If your esthetician nips your cuticle accidentally or doesn’t quite capture the brow shape you want… or your hair stylist just can’t quite match the Jennifer Anniston picture you brought in (she’s probably crying about it in the staff room), it’s totally okay to let front desk know. It’s SO NOT OKAY to give front desk a third-degree about customer service, standards, business, or anything else. The front desk people who work in spas and salons have to deal with SO MUCH MORE than you will likely ever know- so just be patient and kind to them, and it’ll pay off.

If they’re giving you product recommendations, lifestyle tips, food recommendations, service recommendations… listen to them! They want what’s best for you, I SWEAR. If your nail tech says 'hand lotion would really help with your hangnails’- she means it. If your stylist says 'you really should try to come in for a cut more often, it would help your hair to grow longer’- she means it. If your esthetician says 'drink more water and your skin won’t be as flaky’- she means it. If your massage therapist says 'practice some deep breathing and stress relief techniques to help your tense shoulders’- she means it. You see what I’m getting at here? They don’t have a hidden motive. They really just want to see you be the best you can be! Listen to their advice, and ASK for recommendations if you need them.

12.) BE KIND
Okay, last one. This applies to everybody all the time, of course- but I’m speaking specifically about salon/spa professionals here. Think for a moment about the work they’re doing for you. Clipping your toenails because you just haven’t had time? Washing your hair for you and doing that amazing scalp-rub thing? Rubbing the stress-knots out of your butt-cheeks? Try not to drop lines like: “Ugh.. if I had to touch feet, I’d gag.” or “I don’t know you can put your hands on people’s bare skin like that.” or “I could never wash someone’s stinky head.” - That’s actually really insulting. These people have CHOSEN this career path, so respect it. These people do some incredible things for us. Let’s all be nice to them. 

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Courage for Gold

Characters: Jared Padalecki, Genevieve Padalecki, Shep, Odette, Reader.
Pairing: Jared Padalecki x Gen Padalecki – Reader is single.
Word Count: 1,056
Warnings: Anxiety attack, tears, wedding, lots of happy fluff.
Summary: You’re at your cousins wedding and cannot believe who’s there.
A/N: This was literally my dream last night. I embellished the ending a tiny bit, because I woke up, but this is exactly where it was headed and I thought I would share it with ya’ll and give ya’ll a bit of writing to hold you over for the week.
Feedback is appreciated.

Who knew Jared fucking Padalecki and his gorgeous wife would be at my cousins wedding? Seriously.

As I stood against the pew with my heels extended, I turned to my right and watched as the beautiful bride walked between the rows of pairs of their guests on their way up to the groom.

I snuck a glance at Jared, who, with tears in his eyes, happily gazed at his wife before turning his attention back to the bride.

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nekkurin  asked:

Jenna hcs please? I love her she's such a dork

  • Jenna comes from a very “Jersey Shore” Italian Family, very big, proud family that are probably second or third generation Italians
  • Everyone in her family is on the big side so no one really makes fun of her, actually Jenna is pretty much like a princess minus the fact her family isn’t terribly well off
  • Her father owns a bakery and her mother works at a nail salon
  • She grew up fairly average with a lot of hand down clothes or very gaudy accessories
  • She started changing herself to fit in but if she gets really annoyed that very distinct and bold New Jersey Italian comes out 
  • Though her family don’t care about wait, they are mildy concerned by her clothing and hair size
sparkle when the lights are on

ship: portgo
word count: 1596
warnings: none really apart from some vaguely sexual references (this is like a light PG)
happy birthday @leclercq brat port wishes u a happy one too even tho he’s a selfish bitch <3

“I hope you’re taking me somewhere nice tonight,” Porter says and Hugo looks up over his newspaper to watch him expertly slick a top coat on his nails.

They’re red today; a deep, almost bloody crimson - Hugo’s favourite on him, if he had to choose, though Porter looks good in everything - and he’d done them all himself after the woman at the salon had botched his last manicure.

She doesn’t work there now, needless to say. Hugo had made sure of that. Technically she’s not even a French citizen anymore.

“Of course, trésor,” Hugo says. “I’ve already made reservations.”

Porter looks up from his nails and shrugs, quirks a condescending sort of smile. “I’m sure it’ll be passable.” His dressing gown, a silky black thing, slips down to expose his collarbone and the arch of his shoulder.

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I would like to apologize...

To any man who has ever gone to a salon with their woman. Holy fuck is it boring when you are not the one being worked on… 2 ½ hours in and I am still here with the daughter while she gets her hair colored. Next time I’m getting a facial or my nails…. Something!! ANYTHING!!!

Imagine being mute and saying I love you to Jax on your wedding day.

Originally posted by multibabydoll

WARNINGS: Language

Italized font is the past and Bold is sign language :D Hope you all enjoy!

Request: Can you do a Jax imagine where you’re his old lady but you’re mute, and on your wedding day you tell him you love him for the first time?

It was beautiful, everyone in the chapel all together, loving smiles on their faces as they watched you stand across the love of your life. You didn’t have family but at the same time you did and you were more than grateful. You don’t remember when it happened but it happened fast. There you were standing in the aisle on your wedding day and you were about to become Y/N Teller, what was even crazier was that you were mute. You’ve known Jax and the others for the last two years and they became your family, oh you loved them so much. Jax learned sign language just so he could understand you and it was the greatest thing for him to do and you still remember the first time he signed.

“Hey Y/N.” You let out a loud gasp as you just saw Jax sign, you noticed his worried expression, “Did I do that right…maybe my teacher lied.” He grumbled and you shook your head then sighed to him, “It was perfect. Thank you Jackson.” Jax nodded his head then sat across from you on the picnic table, “When did you learn?” You signed to him, his eyes watching your hands intently then back to your eyes when you finished, your smile only made him light up even more. “I have been practicing since I met you but I wasn’t comfortable with it yet.” You covered your eyes and Jax pulled them away with a smile, “I love you Y/N.” He said and your tears fell, you couldn’t have been happier.

You smiled at that memory, it was such a magical day for the both of you, you looked over and saw your family. You remembered the first time you met Gemma and you let a smile go on your face as you looked over at her, her eyes glossy as she looked at you. “Babe.” You heard Jax call and you looked back at him then Chibs, “Sorry.” You smiled and held onto Jax’s hand, he raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

“Jax get your cute ass over here, I got someone I want you to met.” Gemma shouted, and a man walked out of the garage the only word you could use to describe him was hot and handsome. Jax wiped his hands with a cloth and smirked as he let his eyes run over you, “Why hello there darlin’, name’s Jax.” He smirked and you smiled back, “What’s your name?” He asked and you glanced at Gemma who put a hand on your shoulder, “Can you try baby?” Gemma asked softly and you frowned nervously and she smiled then looked to Jax, “This is Y/N. She’s mute baby.”

Jax raised a brow his smirk dropping as he nodded, you internally screamed, this always happened, once someone found out you were mute you become unattractive in there eyes. So it shocked you when Jax smiled back at you bright, “Well you ain’t deaf so that’s a good thing, at least you can hear me.” You nodded, “So what are you doing here darlin’? You gonna work in the office?” He asked putting his hands in his pockets and you nodded.

“Well I will be answering calls while she keeps everything organized and works the computer.” Gemma said looking at her nails, “Well we need to head over to the salon cause my nails are looking a little run down.” You smiled and signed to her, “Can you tell him it was great to met him.” Gemma nodded then looked at Jax who never looked away from your face.

“She said you are very attractive.” Gemma smirked and Jax chuckled, your face went red as you looked at Gemma with your jaw hanging, your head shaking ‘no’ quickly, “So you don’t find me a attractive?” Jax questioned with a sexy smirk and a raised brow, your hands covering your face, “I’m just teasin’, I don’t know what you signed but I know it wasn’t you finding me hot.” You saw his smile as you peeked through your fingers, “I’ll see you tomorrow, it was nice meeting you sweetheart. See ya ma.” Jax waved then walked away. “Told you my son was cute.” Gemma smirked and you rolled your eyes, “That is so not what I said.” Gemma laughed, “Oh hush you’ll be thanking me when you two get married.”

“Yeah, like that would ever happen.”

“Jeez love what’s in that head of yours.” You heard Chibs say and you blushed again, “Like I was sayin’ by the power vesting in me …by the wonderful internet I now pronounce you Husband and Wife.” Chibs said and pulled you close pressing his lips to yours pulling away as everyone cheered.

“I love you.” He smiled as he said the words, the slight twinkle in his eyes as he told you and you pulled away from him and took a deep breath. “I-I…” Jax’s eyes lit up in less than a second and everyone grew quiet to listen to your attempt at words. “Go ahead baby you can do it.” Jax whispered and you took another deep breath trying to calm the approaching anxiety, “I lo-ve you t-oo.” You stuttered quietly and then the chapel erupted in loud noise, cheers making you smile more. Jax pressed his lips to yours with passion and you wrapped your arms around him tightly a smile on both of your faces.

Jax signed, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You whispered again.

Today I went to the bank, city market to get a prescription, to Wendy’s for a drink (because we forget to bring one I could have and was getting a migraine), to mothers work where I met even more people, to the nail salon I used to go to (I’m going back Tuesday because my nail lady wasn’t there, she loves Qwerty so I wanted to stop by with her,) to the used book store,and then we went to the most popular fast food place in town and I made it through the line, all boxed in by cars, and we made it through the round about where my side of the car was hit last year. no panic. no fear. no thoughts of floating into the universe and dying. just goodness.

Platinum Galleria - A Dramatical Mall AU

This au centers around Aoba Seragaki, a simple man who cannot fucking hold down a job at any store in the mall. He works at just about every store you can imagine, and between jobs, he works mall kiosks. He once had a job at Spencer’s for 2-3 days. Yoshie was the manager, and she was half the reason he quit. 

Koujaku, Mizuki, and Ryuuhou work at Ulta. Koujaku works at the salon and is a renowned hairstylist and nail artist. One would simply KILL for a sitting with him. Mizuki is the makeup artist, and Ryuuhou is the manager that Koujaku hates with a passion, and who Mizuki has a massive boner for. 

Mink works at the Cinnabon stand. That’s all that needs to be said on the matter.

Noiz wanted to get a “cool” job. He applied multiple times at his favorite store, Hot Topic. But they hated him and wouldn’t hire him. The only place the would hire Noiz was Claire’s. He grumbled and complained and was completely grumpy about it. One day, a little girl came into the store to get her ears pierced, and she was scared to death. She starts crying just before the needle goes through her lobe, he stops, looking at her in the most gentle way and tells her that she can do it, and she’s already brave for coming in, determined to do this. He’d tell her to think of how happy she’ll be when it’s over with, and how cute she’ll look in the earrings she picked out. He asks her for her hand, and gives it a reassuring squeeze, telling her she’ll be okay. She sniffles and wipes her face. Smiling, she nods and indicates she’s ready. after the piercings are done and she’s all ready to go, Noiz slips her a gift certificate for a free cinnamon bun since she did such a good job. Her little face lights up and she clings to his leg and thanks him. and with a smile, he tells her that if she has any problems, come back, and he’ll help her. she ends up being one of the regular customers at the store and she always hangs around Noiz, who lets her look at his face, ears and hands. Neither of them have really had friends, and they grow fond of each other. One day, she comes into the store one day, looking more determined than ever. She stares at the necklace rack for a good 20-30 minutes without seeming to make any choice. Noiz asks her if she needs any help, and she immediately shushes him, shooing him away. Eventually she brings a pair of “best friend” bracelets to the counter. They’re covered in little rabbit charms. Noiz asks her if she wants them in a bag, to which she shakes her head. He hands her the bracelets and a receipt. She takes off one of them and puts in on her wrist, and hands the other one to him.

“Here, you wear this one.”

Ren works at Petsmart in the doggy daycare/ grooming. Naturally, he’s great with animals. He loves to play with them, fluff them up, throw balls and tug on ropes. He really loves his job. 

Clear originally worked at a high-end jewelry store with the Alphas. They take the store very seriously, but Clear is just in awe of the beautiful, shiny things. He loves seeing women’s faces light up and making them feel beautiful. But at the same time, he can’t stand working with the Alphas. He walks by Claire’s a lot, and starts to take notice of a certain someone working there. 

Virus and Trip are the snobs that work in Macy’s. They whisper and gossip about coworkers and customers. Half the time they just whisper to each other about random shit but make the customers self conscious. Just picture someone coming in and asking for a dress in a size 2, and Virus just retorts, “Oh, are you sure it’ll be big enough?”. He also sprays perfume on unsuspecting customers as they walk by. 

Sei is just a mall rat. he frequents the stores and is just kind of…there. He’s kind of the Kenny of this AU, and he dies daily and comes back to life, and no one remembers him dying. He gets perfumed to death by virus, run over by Akushima on his segway, infected piercings at Claire’s, and so on and so forth. 

Shiroba works at Victoria’s Secret, and Sly is the dirtbag who tries to steal lingerie.

Akushima is the mall cop. He rides his segway literally everywhere and carries the megaphone even though it’s a fucking mall. He kind of sucks at his job.

The Platinum Jail bear is the food court mascot. He gets in everyone’s face.

Tae is just fed up with Aoba’s bullshit and wants him to fucking stick with a goddamn job already.

Toue owns the mall. 

Hey There, Neighbor : chapter 2

Two chapters all at once! The first one was kinda short so I decided to have the second one ready to go at the same time :) A new record for me haha.

Summary : Lucy lives a very successful life. But others would call it a ‘business-over-pleasure’ lifestyle. When she gets a new neighbor her life turns upside down. He does everything he can to show her what life is like outside the stuffy suits and lonely offices.

Chapter : 1

Lucy yawned as she sat up in bed, it was Saturday so she didn’t have to get up early. The clock read 6:43 AM, a good time to get up.

She stretched as she went into the kitchen. It had been a long week, made even longer by her new neighbor. He was everywhere.

Monday he fixed her companies plumbing. Tuesday she found him at her favorite place for lunch fixing their air unit. Wednesday she went with Levy to visit her boyfriend at his mechanic shop and he was there helping Gajeel with an old truck.

Thursday was the biggest shocker. She had gone to the salon to get her hair trimmed and nails redone and he was there working on the sinks.

By Friday she was looking for him where ever she went, but she didn’t see him until she got home. Gripping her coffee mug, she frowned as she thought of what happened last night.


Lucy glared at the elevator door to her building as it shut very slowly. It was an old elevator, an older gentleman who had lived here for some time told her to be cautious of it. But she was exhausted and just wanted to go to bed.

The trip up to her apartment on the 5th floor was interrupted. But she stopped short when the door refused to open when it was supposed to.

She hit the button for it to open several times, but nothing happened. Panic started to rise in her throat.

“No, no, no,” she grabbed her phone and called the landlord, but being so late he didn’t answer. And the maintenance man left early on Friday’s.

“This can’t be happening,” she text Erza to see if she could get help before banging on the door, “HELLO? CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!”

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anonymous asked:

HI SWEETIE, could you do the rfa (v and saeran as well) and domestic headcanons?

i’ve already done one of these for saeyoung here but i will gladly do them for the rest!!! some of these aren’t domestic but (″・ิ_・ิ)っ

- he actually has to start cleaning the apartment now that someone else is living in it with him. he doesn’t mind, though; it keeps him productive while you’re at class
- he loves loves loves to cuddle in bed with you after you both finish homework. you’ll usually have on a large hoodie and a pair of yoga pants while he has on just shorts (your overabundance of clothing makes him hot, or so he claims). he’ll play with your hair while you sleep on his chest or watch the television.
- he helps you study for your finals in such a clever way: every time you get a question correct, he kisses you. it’s a great motivation.
- all of his lolol buddies know about you so whenever you walk into the room to ask him a question while he plays, you are met by a chorus of “hello’s”
- yoosung actually helps you make your own lolol character so you can play together! he helps you level up and get some good armor before sending you off on your own. every time a girl flirts with him in-game, he refers to you and says, “my fierce level 3 girlfriend might not like that, you should take it up with her.”
- he cooks you omurice for breakfast in bed every weekend. they might look ugly, but you appreciate the love he put into it.
- yoosung is so adorable you just wanna hug him. which you do. all the time. when he’s getting ready in the bathroom in the morning, you hug him from behind, burying your face into the crook of his neck. when you get back home from class, the first thing you do is run and jump into his arms to hug him (if he’s home before you, that is). if you’re bored, you entertain yourself by hugging him. he doesn’t mind it, though.
- i’ve always pictured yoosung as a hiking guy (funny enough) so you two probably go hiking on sundays and have a picnic at the top. you take photos of you two showing off your muscles for the obligatory hiking post. yoosung might collect some flowers to make into a bouquet got you, but it depends on what flowers he can find.

- zen is a huge cuddle monster. most of the time he never wants sex. he wants to hold you in his arms with a huge blanket wrapped around you. when you guys watch television, you lay on top of his chest and sometimes fall asleep. when you’re in bed, he lays his head on your stomach and wraps his arms around your waist.
- he loves to send you snapchats from work with the puppy filter.
- you two love musicals. you generally were never a theater person, but living with him and constantly hearing him rehearse or mention different ones made you curious. now, you can recite all the dialogue and sing all of the songs in phantom of the opera (his favorite). you guys pick a different one to watch every friday night. you guys even got the musical posters to put on the bedroom walls.
- every saturday night, you cook zen lamb kebabs, his favorite. he always looks forward to coming home from rehearsal to the aroma of lamb in the apartment. generally he tries to sneak a few pieces thinking you don’t notice; you do, but he’s so cute trying to be sneaky that you pretend to be oblivious. his favorite sauce to go with them is your homemade chile-yogurt sauce. you guys eat them while you watch reruns of your favorite american cartoons.
- you both love to play with each other’s hair. zen has long hair himself and it’s so soft that it makes it more fun to twirl it around your fingers. he loves you run his fingers through your hair and massage your scalp. you love twirling and stroking his ponytail. when you guys cuddle, his hair cascades on and around you. you both take turns braiding and plaiting on each other, and zen’s styles actually turn out better than you.
- zen takes you for rides on his motorcycle when the weather is nice out. depending on if the whether is nice, he usually takes you to the park or the pool. you also love the look on other men’s faces when the two of you pull up looking badass. sometimes, though, you guys just drive around to pass time.
- everywhere you guys go, babies love him. when you two go to the park especially, the small toddlers run up to him, grab a hold of his leg, and won’t let go. when you guys went to the mall, if he hears a baby crying, he sprints across the mall to sing for them (and of course it works he has the voice of an angel ffs). it helps that he loves children, but he always looks a bit odd when he asks to hold or play with them.

- he’s never been a very cuddly, domestic person but once he started dating you he changed.
- he can’t cook but he wants to learn so he can make you special home-cooked meals; he even buys every book known to man with recipes. one night after you get home from class, you find him wearing an apron that says “kiss the cook.” you pull up a stool next to him, and he lets you take tastes of the broth off the spoon to critique. it’s way too salty, but he’s trying really hard so you forgive him.
- i feel like jumin has never been ice skating but would totally love it. he’s not sure what to wear to go but he wears three pairs of pants, two shirts, and a huge parka (even though it’s not that cold outside). he wouldn’t know how to get from the bench to the ice with his skates on, and would have to balance his weight on you to get there. not even 10 seconds on the ice he’s on his ass, laughing hysterically. he falls really majestic: his right leg is often not able to catch up with his left and he falls into a full split. he grips with wall with one hand and interlocks his fingers wit yours with the other.
- you’ve gotten him more into many different television programs, so much so that he gets all the characters mixed up. it’s okay, though; even if he doesn’t remember their name, he knows whether or not he likes them and/or their story arc. you guys constantly remind each other about new episodes of them and have alerts that go off ok your phones just in case. he get so much more into it than you. “how is he the killer? we trusted him!”
- you guys try to motivate each other by kissing each other or sitting on each other’s laps. neither of you must know what “motivate” means because y'all end up distracting one another MORE.
- you love using snapchat filters on him even though he dislikes how he looks, because he always looks just so goddamn beautiful with a flower crown, puppy face, or butterflies. however, he loves when you snapchat him selfies with them while he’s at work because “she is so goddamn beautiful i love her so much???”

- when jaehee has off of work, you guys go and get coffee in the early morning hours. so much so that you know her order and could recite it forwards, backwards, and in spanish.
- jaehee loves to polish your nails in crazy colors (like lime green or yellow) and give you a mani-pedi session like you’re at the nail salon. you do hers too (usually burgundy or black) but she writes and uses her fingers so much a work that the polish peels off after two days. it’s the thought that counts, though.
- you guys love to watch horror movies, even though jaehee always ends up not being able to sleep.
- she makes you watch zen’s musicals and you two fan girl over him sometimes. sometimes you even stalk social media to see what sweet things people say about him. it’s so cute to watch jaehee get pouty when she sees something negative. “he sounds like a dying cat? well, you’ll know what that actually sounds like when i shove one up your-”
- she loves to try and make you sushi or lamb kebabs, and even though it doesn’t always come out perfect, it tastes yummy.
- also she loves to try on outfits and put on a mini fashion show for you. you turn do the same for her. it ends with you guys giving each other kisses and whispering “i love you” over and over. it’s pretty fun.
- she loves to use snapchat filters, especially face swap.

- once you move in, v decides to completely redecorate; new furniture, decorations, and paints are a must. you hate that he’s so fussy over you, but he insists everything has to be perfect. so he goes out shopping with you, and you guys pick out all new paints, bedroom sets, and decorating me. the apartment ends up turning into something from a tumblr aesthetic blog: dark hardwood floors, white and brick walls, and cool paintings.
- v loves cactus plants. and i mean loves. he insists you guys buy about five for every room. you can’t argue with him, though. they are quite adorable and have nice flowers.
- he loves to take photographs of you doing anything. from when you cook to when you snuggle into his chest, and especially when you laugh for smile. when you ask why, he says “i like to take photos of beautiful things.” smooth.
- v is super goofy, even though most people might think he’s very cordial upon meeting him. he likes to throw grapes at you to see if you can catch them in your mouth, to pretend he’s on a cooking show, and even sing off-key when you guys shower together.
- he’s very delicate whenever he shows you affection, unless you permit him otherwise to be rough *wink wink nudge nudge*. he kisses you very softly and touches you very tenderly.
- this tall man is so cuddly it’s insane. he’s so soft what the heck how is he real? you could cuddle into him for hours he’s always so warm aaaaaaaa! he loves to play with your hair as you nuzzle into his chest and you love to do the same to him.
- you love playing with his hair no matter what actually. it’s soft, despite the countless hair colorings and bleachings. you run your fingers through it no matter what; when you watch television, cook dinner, kiss…all the time.
- he gushes about you to his colleagues all the time

- he loves to hold your hand. all the time, wherever you guys go. even when you’re at home, you’re sure to find his fingers intertwined with yours, his lips pressed lightly to the back of your hand. he’ll squeeze yours every so often, sometimes if he gets nervous or tense, and you’ll massage circles on his palm to relax him.
- he loves to bathe and shower with you. when you guys take a bath, you’ll usually make sure to dump in extra bubble baths or a bath bomb. you guys will just sit there, him behind you with his arms enveloping you, and talk about your day. when you guys shower, you’ll do each other’s hair and reach each other’s backs and sing to your favorite songs off-key. sometimes saeran will kiss you, but that’s only to remind you how much he loves you. it’s not sexual whatsoever.
- he isn’t used to sharing a bed with someone since he’s never been in a relationship before, so you guys usually end up tangled in the sheets or him sprawled across the bed and you having off of it.
- you both says “i love you” all the time. when you guys have giggle fits, watch television, and even when you guys go out drinking. he adores reminding you that you’re his best girl, and that he’s your favorite boy.
- you love to take early morning walks and go out to breakfast with him when you don’t have class.
- he gets so excited when you send him selfies from class or mirror photos when you go shopping and try on outfits. he sends you back an “oh my!! god!! im dead.” or an “i can’t breathe you’re so beautiful” and it’s so adorable.
- you love his morning voice so much.
- when he sends you selfies with the puppy filter, you are so!! shook!! he’s so stunning!!!
- you guys have had male “suitors” approach you and try to ask you out; when you gesture to saeran and say “he’s my boyfriend,” you’ll usually receive a sneer or condescending comments like “what a downgrade” or “he looks so creepy” and boy are you pissed. it makes saeran so upset and insecure about your relationship, and no way does someone make your precious angel feel like that. you start spewing venom at one hundred miles a minute, about “how dare you say that shit to me about my boyfriend” and “he has more class, kindness, and love in his pinky toe than you have in your whole body!” and you march out of there, hand-in-hand with saeran, before you can say anything else you seriously regret.

Feeling Blue

Request: Can you write a one shot of Harry where the reader colors her hair blue??

 A/N: So this was probably not what you had in mind, sorry. Feedback is appreciated! Xx


“Are you sure about this,” Your friend asks you, looking at you incredulously through the mirror, “I mean, there’re other ways to make a statement, love.”

“I’m doing this,” You state stubbornly, running your fingers through your natural coloured hair for the last time, “I need a change.”

“Honey, I just feel like you’re doing this for the wrong reasons,” She says, knowing you all too well, she knows deep down why you’re so desperate to do this, “I understand he broke your heart, but,” She starts, but you quickly cut her off.

“Just dye my fucking hair,” You snap, refusing to have any sort of conversation that had to do with him. Him, the man you saw as the love of your life, the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with, but apparently he didn’t share the same dreams.

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au ideas no one actually asked for pt. 2

•“yes hello where are the neutral milk hotel vinyls? whAT DO YOU MEAN YOUVE NEVER HEARD OF NEUTRAL MILK HOTEL do you maybe want to come over and give them a listen?” au

•“um so here’s the deal, the kid i’m babysitting kicked a ball into your backyard and i was scared to ask for it back so uh yes may i please have my ball– oh sure i’d like some lemonade!!” au

•“you’re a grown ass man why do you have a lemonade stand oH IT’S FOR ABUSED ANIMALS I’LL TAKE 8 CUPS MAYBE WE CAN VOLUNTEER TOGETHER DO YOU WANT TO MEET MY DOG” au

•“i’m a gardener for the local park and you step on some of my flowers and i get v angry but wow you’re so cute and seem genuinely interested yes this is called a frangipani” au

•“hi um i live down the hall and i’m pretty sure our laundry baskets were switched out by accident? um those are my sister’s panties they’re not mine oh god oh god i swear” au

•“you’re a pizza delivery boy and you always try and give me pizza because you mix up the address but eventually i figure out it’s because you think i’m cute, wanna share the pizza this time?” au

•“IM SO SORRY I JUST GOT THIS DOG AND SHES STRONGER THAN ME IM SORRY SHE RAN UP AND JUMPED ON YOU oh you like dogs!!! me too!!! maybe we could have a puppy play date” au

•“you’re a v tough looking guy working at a nail salon and i come in for a pedicure and make fun of you for looking like you belong in a punk band and scrubbing my feet and you make fun of me for coming in for a pedicure do you want to go to lunch, maybe?”

Heartbroken Heartbreaker - Peter Hale

‘Six months. It had been six months from the day that Peter Hale kissed out outside your home and said ‘bye girlfriend’. You knew that he had commitment issues so you were taking it slow. Very slow. 

You walked into the loft.

“I just had the shittiest day ever.”

He laughed.

“Peter! It’s not funny. I had three people hit on me today.”

“Was one of them Janice?” He said referring to an old receptionist that the Sheriff didn’t have the heart to fire.

“Yep. She told me that my top was nice and then muttered ‘gives me a great view of your boobs’ because obviously she doesn’t know that I’m a werewolf and could hear what she was saying”

Pete began dying with laughter at that sentence.

“It’s not funny.”

“You have to admit, they are some pretty great boobs.”

“Shut up and cuddle with me.”

He stopped talking and opened his arms to you and you launched yourself into them. You rested your head on his chest and he began stroking your hair soothingly. The sweet act made you tired and as you were falling asleep you muttered ‘I love you, Peter’

Those were the words that triggered it.


She uttered the words that I didn’t expect to hear, or that I didn’t want to hear. She loved me. I couldn’t do it. I can’t be in a relationship with someone like her. She deserved way better than me. Way better.

Three days later

You and Peter were going to go to Ikea to get some new furniture to spice up the loft. 

“I’m not going to be able to help with the assembly of it.”

He chuckled dryly. There was something off about him.

“We need to talk, and you may want a seat.”

“I’ll stand”

He took a deep breath.

“I don’t think this is working out. we’re breaking up.”

Your heart shattered into a million pieces. 

“What? Why?”

“I can’t see myself with you. The past six months were great, but I don’t think that what you have, is enough. I’m sorry.”

Tears began to roll down your face and you ran out of the loft. You called a Uber that dropped you home. Once you were in you got into a t-shirt and some shorts and fell onto your bed.

SO many questions came into your head. Were you not pretty enough? Did you not have the body shape he desired? Were you not smart enough, evil enough? You couldn’t remember what you could’ve done to make peter think like that. You tried your hardest to make it easy for him, to go slow when all you wanted to do was tell him you loved him and move on. But it must not have been enough for Peter which was why you cried yourself to sleep that night. 

When you woke up the next morning your phone had been blown up by texts from Lydia and Allison and Parrish and basically everyone else in the pack. It seemed that you had missed a Pack dinner that you had arranged for and everyone was worried for your whereabouts. You didn’t answer any of the texts rather you went into the kitchen and looked through your freezer. You found a couple of frozen pizza’s which you threw into the oven and a opened a tub of Ben and Jerry’s. Once the pizza’s were done you cut them up haphazardly and took them back into your room where you proceeded to make a sort of fort where you would hide under and eat your feelings while watching a Netflix series. That was your routine for about two more days and then Lydia and Allison decided it was time for an intervention. 

“Y/N!” Lydia called from downstairs. You didn’t respond and they took that as an invitation to come up and break up the crazy fun pity party you threw yourself.

“It’s been three days since you called or texted. No one knew where you were.”

“Where else would I be? This is my home isn’t it?”

“Well, you had been staying over at the Loft and then at Allison’s and well, we forgot your address.”

“Look just order me a pizza and I’ll be cool, I’m just having some me time”

“Y/N, peter told us what happened.”

“Whoopie, now everyone knows that I’m not even good enough for the bastard that is Peter Hale”

“No, you’re too good for him. Which is why we are going to get you looking drop dead gorgeous and were going to head into Sinema for a night of dancing and drunkenness, well for me and Lyd”

You perked up at the thought of revenge and agreed to their idea. First you headed to a hair salon and sorted out your hair. It was weak and since you were getting rid of all of the crap in your life, you decided to get rid of your crappy hair. Your bum length hair had been chopped  into layers that went just past your boobs, the guy at the salon also added a few highlights when he heard it was part of a revenge plan, he said something along the lines of ‘You let that asshole know what he’s missing out on.’ and gave you an address to the nail bar where his sister worked so you could get your nails done too. 

You decided to get matte black, long ballerina acrylics which made you feel like a badass, even more than usual. Finally, you and Allison were forced to follow Lydia around as she found you some clothes. However, you weren’t sure if the clothes she had found you would be considered as clothing but she wouldn’t have no for an answer. 

It had been decided that you would all get done up at your house since it was closest to Sinema and you had a bigger bathroom than Lydia did. Allison straightened your hair while Lydia worked on your make up. She gave you a neutral eye look, smoking it out ever so slightly and a dramatic cat eyeliner with bright red lips. Once she had made sure everything was symmetrical you were told to change. Your outfit of the night was a black and white Aztec bustier paired with a tight skirt that stopped mid-thigh. You were instructed to wear some black heels.

You came out of the bathroom.

“You will definitely be breaking some hearts tonight”

Lydia snapped a picture of you.

“Instagram that right now.”

You laughed and did so.


“the princess emoji and the little smirky face.” 

You did that and added, ‘you were stupid to let me go’. A few hundred pictures later you left for Sinema.

You flashed the bouncer a smile and he gestured for you Lydia and Allison to come to the front. 


You pretended to look through your bag.

“I’m so sorry, I left my ID at home. We can still get in right?”

The bouncer looked at you three for a second before letting you in.

The floor of the club vibrated from the base. It was dark except for the pulses of light. 

Lydia led you onto the dance floor and you guys began to dance to the song that was playing. You attracted the attention of some guys who were standing by the bar.

“Dance with one of them. Forget about Peter.”

He came to you.

“I think you look beautiful, wanna dance?”

“I’ve had loads of other guys ask me that and they all left with a broken heart. You gonna be able to deal with that?” You lied

“I usually break the hearts,  I don’t get mine broken”

“Cocky huh?”


He pulled you closer to him and placed his hand very close to your butt.

“You’re not very shy are you?”


The song slowed down and all of the singles of the dance floor left or were in the same position as you, dancing with a total stranger. You hooked your hands around his neck and looked into his eyes. You didn’t feel right, you left like you were cheating on Peter even though you weren’t. You needed to get rid of the feeling so you did it, you kissed this stranger in the middle of a club. He kissed you back his hand travelling further down so that he had a good grip on you behind. That was until it was ripped off by someone. The person grabbed your arm and pulled you to the storage room.

“What the hell are you doing?” Peter yelled.

“I’m getting over this douche bag that I wasted 6 months of my life with.”

“We haven’t even been done for a week and you’ve already moved on.”

“Yeah I have Peter. Wanna know why? Because I don’t deserve to be with a man that toys with my feelings and breaks up with me when he feels like it’s not working. If you opened your mouth to express your feelings rather than a sarcastic comment on my boobs or my ass or how much Derek pissed you off it would’ve been you making out with me on the dance floor”

He stayed quiet.

“Yeah, I thought so. Why the hell do you even care? because if you forgot you broke up with me. You broke my heart. I gave you my heart and all you did was step on it like it was garbage-”

“Because I love you. OK, God damn it.”

You stopped your rant, shocked.

“I was scared of the feelings I felt for you because I’ve never had a real relationship and when you told me that you loved me that night I realised I loved you too and its fucking scary. Knowing that one person had that much power over you to make you weak at the knees and smile uncontrollably when you’re with them. Yeah, I always looked at your physical features. That’s because if I spoke about the real reason why I love you if I spoke about your mind, I would love you even more”

You kissed him to make him shut up.

“We agreed to take it slow, I promised you that and I stand by my promises.”

“See, things like that are the reason why I love you.”

“Hey, Y/N I can’t believe, “ She stopped speaking

Lydia and Allison stood there, seeing you two in an embrace.

“Erm, I can-”

“You’re welcome, Peter. We want our fee by tomorrow and it’s increased by 50″

“Wait, what?” You asked, very confused

“Peter asked us to help you two get back together. At first, we were pissed off but when we found out that he loved you back we helped.”Allison explained before leaving with Lydia.

“God, you’re so cheesy” You pulled him out toward the back exit.

“Cheesier than cheesy-fries. And it’s all for you, baby”

“Who else would it be for? ”


My mother’s hands are dry, as they always are.
They crack and flake and peel,
dried out
from working with chemicals at the nail salon,
from working with people who looked down at her language and her labor,
from working with hands that refused to rescue her
from a homeland that bathed in fire,
a sea that swallowed her family whole,
a dream that eluded her grasp.
—  Hold my hands, she said.  KL