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parkerflix · 11 months

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—cielo en la mente

miles morales x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst

wc: 4.5k

synopsis: miles morales had you seeing double. but what if it wasn’t your eyes playing tricks?

warnings: atsv spoilers! canon divergence

taglist: CLOSED as of 6/19!

part of my 1k celebration! & part two to this fic!

You had been ignoring Miles lately. It wasn’t that you wanted to see him, but you were confused. Nothing seemed to make sense, or add up.

You sighed, sweeping up the last of the hair on the ground. You mom had already packed up and gone home, telling you to finish the last of the cleaning while she got dinner ready. You went over to the wash bowls, rinsing the hair brushes from the barbicide.

The front door had been locked, and music was playing from the speakers. A bang came from the front door, and you turned around to see Miles standing there.

His hair was out of braids again, and he seemed to be wearing the baggiest jeans and sweater you’d ever seen. He waved at you awkwardly, and you walked over, standing in front of the lock. His eyes were pleading with you to open the door, and you sighed, knowing you wouldn’t be able to leave him outside.

You unlocked the door & opened it so he could come inside. The silence between the two of you was awkward, but neither one of you knew what to say.

“Hey.”

You fiddled with the keys, and went to lock the door, stopping when he asked you a question.

“Could you do my hair? Please?”

It was such a simple question, but it still caught you off guard. Miles normally never asked you to do his hair, he’d just show up during regular hours or text you in the middle of the night and you’d do his hair in your room.

You steeled yourself, and nodded.

“Yeah. Follow me.”

Miles quietly followed you to the washbowls, and sat down at a clean one.

“Do you want me to use a different shampoo & conditioner?”

He was quiet for a moment,

“Can you use the ones you like the most?”

You hummed in agreement and pulled the mint scented shampoo and conditioner. You eyed the deep conditioning treatment, and grabbed that off the shelf.

Returning back to Miles, you leaned his head back into the wash bowl before starting the water.

“Let me know if it’s too hot or cold, okay?”

“Ah!”

You quickly turned off the water and panicked before you heard Miles let out a laugh.

“I was joking. The water is fine.”

You started up the water again and flicked some towards his face.

“Ack!”

“That’s what you get for scaring me like that!”

You both laughed, and soon it turned into a comfortable silence. Grabbing the shampoo, you made sure to lather his hair & rise it out. Miles was secretly a cry baby when he got shampoo in his eyes, so you covered his eyes with your hand.

Grabbing the deep conditioning treatment, you placed it in his hair, making sure to really get his roots. His hair had definitely seen better days, and you were confused how it got to this state when you were the last one to do his hair.

You finished with the deep conditioning treatment and went on with the regular conditioner, the minty scent hitting your nose as the cap opened.

“Smells good.”

Miles had been quiet up until now, and you genuinely thought he had fallen asleep.

“Yeah. Mint.”

He hummed.

“I like it, it seems to be very you.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at the comment, and nodded, knowing he couldn’t see you nodding.

You rinsed the last of the conditioner out of his hair, and wrapped it in a towel, tapping his shoulder to let him know you were done.

He opened his eyes and stretched out, reminding you of a cat.

“That was nice. You should do this as a profession, I think it would suit you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Har har. You act like I haven’t been doing your hair and the neighbor’s hair since I could walk.”

Miles gave you a small smile and walked over to your station.

You got your tray ready with all your supplies, not noticing Miles was watching you.

You were different from Miles. He wasn’t sure if you existed in his universe, but he hoped that there was a version of you, hopefully near him. He had seen how you treated him, so gentle but had an edge with your words. He wondered what his counterpart in this universe meant to you.

“You know,” he started, catching your attention when he paused.

“You’re pretty special. You have a cool heart.” Miles inwardly cringed at that, wondering what the hell a cool heart could be.

“Mmm. Thanks.”

“Also, thanks for doing my hair.”

You nodded, ignoring the way something in your stomach flipped.

Miles was never one to outwardly express his gratitude, he was always the type to just show his gratitude and appreciation in smaller ways. He was more reserved with his words in that sense, and this change was different to you.

The rest of time you were doing his hair was relatively quiet, Miles asking you small questions here and there. You enjoyed the atmosphere, happy that you got to spend some quiet time with him.

You finally finished the braids after a little while, showing him the end result. It was the same style that you had done before, but you just thought he looked good in them.

Miles got up from the chair, and got closer to the mirror to inspect them.

He looked at himself in the mirror, unable to shake off a feeling of happiness that swam through him. His hair had never really been in braids before, it was something that he just assumed didn’t suit him, but here he was. He could tell that you put so much effort and love into them, it made his heart swell with joy.

He turned to you, and engulfed you in a hug. He wasn’t one to be affectionate with people he just met, but there was something about you that drew him in, and made him comfortable.

You froze for a second, before hugging him back, ignoring the nudging questions at the back of your mind.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

You had asked Miles that day if he wanted to come over for dinner, but had declined and said he had a few things to do. You understood, but felt a little sad that he wasn’t going to come over.

The rest of the night had gone by pretty unceremoniously, giving you time to think about Miles and his weird behavior.

You sighed and texted him, seeing if he was willing to meet you for breakfast in the morning at your spot. He quickly responded with a yes, and a small pit of anxiety formed in your stomach, nervous for the morning.

The next morning your alarm went off and you groaned, not wanting to get up. Turning your alarm off, you closed your eyes for a moment, before remembering you were meeting Miles for breakfast.

Swearing under your breath, you quickly got up and threw on a sweater and jeans, not even bothering to worry about anything else.

Your mom seemed to still be asleep, so you slipped out of the front door, quickly switching your slippers for shoes at the door.

Your spot wasn’t far from either of your houses, and the walk was always nice in the mornings.

Yosi’s diner was the place that you’d been going to even since you were little kids, back when there were 5 of you coming. Even after your parents stopped coming, you and Miles made it a tradition to only have breakfast there. It held memories of you guys sharing good news, and bad.

Miles had seen you cry because a date had stood you up the night before, and you had been his support when his dad passed. Yosi’s diner meant everything to you both.

You finally made your way to the entrance, the flickering sign feeling like a signal that you were home. Opening the door, the soft tinkling of the bell along with the smell of pie placed a smile on your face.

Yosi was standing behind the counter, telling one of the servers some instructions. She was slightly older than you & Miles, with an aura that made everyone comfortable around her. Her parents had opened the diner, naming it after her when they found the place, hoping for her to inherit it.

She glanced at you and smiled. Shooing away the server, she rounded the corner of the counter and came to give you a hug.

“It’s so good to see you! Donde estabas escondida? It feels like I haven’t seen you in so long.”

You chuckled, embracing her.

“I’m sorry. El salón está tan ocupado, toda la gente quiere su pelo arreglado. I’m sure quiñce season is right around the corner.”

She laughed a parted from you, turning her head to the booth at the end of the right side of the diner.

“He’s been waiting for you.”

You hummed.

“He’s in a mood, good luck.” She walked away after that, going back into the kitchen.

You took a deep breath and walked over to the booth. Miles had been watching you since you walked in, eyes never leaving you until you sat down.

“You’re late.”

You rolled your eyes.

“We never agreed on a time.”

“We always meet at the same time.”

Before he could respond, food came to your table, your usual and his usual.

He always got the same chocolate chip pancakes with some whipped cream and a few cherries on them. He never mentioned it, but you knew he got it because his dad used to get them and share with him. You assumed it helped him feel closer to his dad, and understood it was his way.

Both of you tucked into your food, not saying anything until he broke the ice.

“So, que quieres?”

“Damn, what’s with the attitude?”

“There’s no attitude here mamí, just asking a question.” He said, taking a big bite of his pancakes.

You dropped your cutlery, glaring at him.

“Seriously, qué te pasa? What the hell did I do to deserve this weird ass mood?”

Miles didn’t want to say what he was thinking, but he was jealous. He hadn’t seen you in forever, and he had passed by the salon the night before, seeing you doing someone else’s hair when you were closed. He could tell that you seemed comfortable with whoever the guy was, your smile the same you normally only gave him. He hated feeling this way, especially because you weren’t huge on jealousy. Previous partners of yours always were jealous of Miles, and you’d go to him and tell him how annoying it was, not knowing they had reason to feel jealous. He knew you better than anyone, and he wasn’t shy to show it.

“Nothing.”

You raised a brow, not buying his words.

He glanced up at you, seeing your eyes already trained on his face.

“What?”

“Seriously, what’s with you?”

“Nothing, mamí. How was your night last night?” He had hoped that switching up the topic would divert your attention.

“Well, mi mama hizo pupusas, she left some for you. She missed you at dinner, you know.”

“I miss your mom too. Tell her I’ll try to come over one of these days for dinner. Did you miss me at dinner?”

Your face heated up slightly, and you cleared your throat.

“I-no.”

Miles’ face had a huge grin on it, and you knew you were in trouble for it.

“Oh so you did miss me? Mamí, if you miss me that much, you always know where my house is, we could remedy that.” He winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

“First of all, you know I hate when you call me mamí. Makes me feel like those groupies Jaime has. Secondly, you wish I missed you. I haven’t climbed up your window since you decided you'd rather spend everyday with me, papi.”

He laughed at that, he knew you knew he hated being called papi by anyone but his mom. Somehow, whatever tension that had grown between you two had dispersed and left you both pushing away any budding feelings. The rest of breakfast had gone without addressing it anymore, and Miles was thankful.

When it was time for the bill to come, Miles stopped you before you could even pull your card out. You thanked him, and he waved you off, not too worried about it.

“Well, thanks for breakfast.” You said, grabbing your things and getting ready to leave.

“Can I walk you home?”

You nodded and you both got out of the booth, waving bye to Yosi when you left the building.

“So, what’s with the gentleman act?”

Miles clutched his chest like he was wounded and gave you the saddest look he could muster.

“Amor, cómo puedes decir eso? I’m always a gentleman.”

You pushed him slightly, making him burst out into a fit of laughter.

“The only time I’ve seen you be a gentleman was when you were dating that cute enby.”

“Which one?”

“The one with glasses??? God, I can’t remember their name but they really were like your polar opposite, I have no clue how you managed to date them.”

Miles thought about it, and nodded his head.

“Ah, I know who you’re talking about. They were cool. Liked science, and wanted to major in it. We still talk now and then.”

“Mírate, keeping friends who aren’t just me! Rio should be proud.”

“You’re annoying, you know that?”

“Yet you still hang out with me. Admit it, me amas.”

You were too busy looking around the neighborhood to notice Miles’ face get flustered, and he shrugged it off, knowing you didn’t have any hidden meaning behind it.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m stuck with you.”

You glanced at him and smiled, before realizing you guys had already made it to your apartment building.

“Well, this is me. Te veo mañana?”

He nodded and you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before walking into your building.

Once you had disappeared into the building, Miles groaned and ran his hand down his face. His feelings for you were going to be the death of him.

The next day you regrettably had school.

Both you and Miles went to different schools, him getting into Visions and you going to the local highschool.

You slipped into your uniform, never quite getting used to how annoying the polo shirt looked on you. Fixing your hair a bit, you ran to grab your shoes from the doorway before Miles showed up.

Your mom was sitting at the dining room table, sipping a cup of coffee watching you frantically grab all of your stuff for the day.

“Llevaste comida?”

You grabbed an apple from the counter & a couple bucks off your piggy bank in your room.

“Yeah, totally.”

“Don’t be lying to me. No puedes ir sin comer, te vas a enfermar.”

“I’m not! I’ll see you when I come home?”

She nodded and you gave her a peck on the cheek, running over to your window and making your way down the fire escape.

Miles was already waiting for you, a shit eating grin on his face.

“Don’t-”

“Two days in a row, I’m starting to think you’re hiding a boyfriend up there.”

“Oh shut up.”

The walk to your school was fairly the same except today he bought you a breakfast sandwich. You gave him a questioning look, and he just ignored it.

Making it to your school first, you both stopped at the entrance, shuffling to the side to not block the doors.

“So, any big plans for today at school?”

Miles shook his head.

“Nah, there’s a bunch of lectures and maybe a lab or two. The school’s not that much different than yours.”

“Mmmm, well. Don’t forget to make friends!”

Before he could respond, someone behind you called your name and wiggled their brows.

“Nice boyfriend! Maybe that’s where you sneak off to all the time!”

You flipped them off & took a deep breath, turning back to Miles.

“Maybe you should be worried about making friends.”

“Nah, they just know you and I are close.”

“What’s that about though?”

“What?”

“You sneaking off?” Miles tried to hide the jealousy that was creeping into his voice.

“Oh that.” You scratched your neck and gave him a bashful smile.

“Everyone thinks I’m seeing someone but I go out and grab lunch nearby and then come back. We’re technically not supposed to leave campus so…”

Miles laughed and you felt some pride in your chest.

“That does make more sense.”

You both idly chatted for a little longer before the first bell rang, and you knew he had to go.

“I’ll see you after school?” You said, hopefully.

Miles shook his head and gave you a sad smile.

“Sorry amor, I gotta help my mom and my uncle with some stuff at home.”

You nodded, understanding.

He ruffled your hair and you swatted his hand away, annoyed.

“I’ll see you around then!”

He saw you walk into his school and checked his phone, seeing he was late for school. He didn’t really care though, knowing he would rather spend time with you than be on time.

On your way home from school, you decided to stop in at a bookstore.

You were strolling the aisles, trying to find something that you were interested in. You had found a book, and someone accidentally knocked into you.

“Sorry!”

You turned around and saw Miles there, in a completely different outfit from when you saw him leave for school.

“Oh hey! I thought you were helping your mom with something at home?”

Miles scratched his neck awkwardly and nodded.

“Yeah, turns out she didn’t really need my help.”

“Oh did Aaron have it under control?”

“Yes!” He coughed and glanced around the store.

“Yeah, she had him helping so there wasn’t that much for me to do.”

“So you decided to come to a bookstore?”

“Yes?”

You hummed and turned around again, looking for the book again.

You could tell that Miles was still hovering behind you, hearing the shuffling of his Jordan’s.

“Miles,qué quieres?”

“Uhh… I was wondering if that book was good? I’ve been trying to find something new to read that isn’t an action type of book.”

You whipped around, stumbling into him not realizing how close he had been behind you.

“Are you asking me for a book recommendation? Because if so, we should do a book swap!”

“Book swap?” He tilted his head and gave you a confused look.

“Yeah! We can find books from our favorite genres for each other! I know they have a little cafe area and we can read them there!”

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Great! Do you wanna meet up front in like 15 minutes?”

He nodded and you clapped and walked off to a different section of the store.

15 minutes later you both met up at the front, both with books in your hands.

Getting to the register, you plucked Miles’ book out of his hands and paid for both of them. He gave you a look and you just shrugged.

“Think of it as payment from breakfast yesterday.”

You thanked the cashier and both of you had made your way to the cafe.

Miles watched you order a drink, and declined your offer for anything. Both of you sat down at a couch, and you put the bag with the books in the middle.

Pulling out both, you handed him the one you picked out for him.

“Six of crows?”

“Yeah! It follows like a group of thieves and you get to see all the different perspectives, I really enjoy it.”

“Oh, sounds cool.”

You smiled and looked down at the book you held.

“Oh hey, Lord of the flies!”

“You’ve read it before?”

You shook your head, a small frown tugging at your lips.

“No, you and I used sparknotes to write my essay on it?”

Miles’ eyes widened.

“Right. Right.” He cleared his throat.

“Well, after that, I decided to read it and I think you’d enjoy it.”

You hummed and nodded, opening the book and beginning to read.

Miles opened his book as well, and was reading, until he felt your head on his lap. He looked down and you and you smiled, seemingly not thinking anything of it.

Miles on the other hand, his heart was racing and he was hoping you couldn’t hear it. He wasn’t uncomfortable per say, he just didn’t know if it was normal between you and his counterpart. You didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil and were fixated on the book.

A little while had passed, and Miles had seemingly got more comfortable, mindlessly playing with a strand of your hair. You were halfway done with the book when your phone had gone off. You sat up, Miles’ hand dropping down to his side.

Picking up the phone, you saw your mother had texted you to come home, she needed you to run an errand for her.

Packing up your stuff, Miles stood up when you did.

“I gotta head home, my mom needs me to run a few errands for her.”

“Want me to help?”

You looked at him and smiled.

“Sure. I know mom would love to see you anyways.We can talk about the books on the way there.”

You both quickened your pace, and you grabbed Miles’ hand dragging him along with you.

Neither of you had realized the whole way to your house that you were still holding hands, fingers intertwined.

Miles had told you what he thought about the book so far, and he was interested in it. You explained some things he wasn’t sure about, and gave him some fun facts about the characters and the author.

In turn,he told you about the book he had recommended and about the movie that they had made based on the book. He hated the movie.

Finally getting to your apartment building, you climbed up the stairs to your apartment, dropping his hand to look for your keys.

You opened the front door and the smells of cinnamon permeated your senses.

“Ya llegué! Traje a Miles también!”

You kicked off your shoes and Miles followed suit, staring at the photos on the walls. The walls were covered in pictures of you and your mother, of you and him, and your families together. He pulled his attention away, following you into the kitchen.

You gave your mother a hug from behind, kissing the top of her head. She let out a laugh and shook her head. She would always say you’re her favorite child (you were her only child).

“Dónde estabas? Necesito que lleves esto para mi.”

“Estábamos en la tienda, quería otro libro para leer.”

Your mother turned to Miles, giving him a big hug. He hugged her back awkwardly and you snickered at his eyes pleading for your help.

She parted from him and pointed to the fridge.

“Te dejé algunas pupusas, llévalos a tu mamá también.”

“Uh gracias, I’ll make sure to take them to her.”

Both you and your mom shared a glance and she shrugged, before walking over to hand you a package.

“Just this?”

“Yes, and then no getting sidetracked, you have to come home straight after. I trust you will be with them, right Miles?”

“Si!”

He didn’t miss the way you bit your lip, trying to hold in a laugh. You both bid your mother farewell, and went to deliver the package.

The walk to the place was quiet, Miles had no clue where you were going. You cleared your throat, eyes still forward.

“What was that back there?”

“What was what?”

You stopped walking and Miles stopped a moment after, turning to look at you.

“That accent, Miles!”

“Huh?”

“My mom literally side eyed you, she was definitely confused as to why you were trying to pull a joke on her…”

“Oh, right.”

“I found it funny though, mainly because I do that to her all the time.”

“Right.”

Miles started walking again, and you followed behind him, grabbing his hand that was just swinging.

“Estás enojado conmigo?”

Miles stopped and looked down at your hands that were intertwined. He had a strange feeling in his stomach, he wasn’t sure if he could pinpoint it. He was trying to get home, to figure out how to even get back there, but he didn’t even know how long it had been. Time was relative and he wasn’t sure if he was too late.

He also didn’t know why he felt attached to you, a sense of comfort while being around you. He secretly hoped, that even at home, you would be there.

“I’m not mad.”

“Good. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

He squeezed your hand, giving you a small smile.

“Nah. You’re good. Don’t worry about it.”

“Hm, okay. But let me know if I do okay?”

“Got it.”

The rest of the walk to the place was filled with you two talking about different things, laughter from the both of you, once again never letting go of the other’s hand.

Miles realized that the area you guys were going to seemed familiar. It was his uncle’s place. His hands started to get sweaty, and he was panicking. He had actively avoided his family, watching from afar.

You, on the other hand, seemed perfectly fine. You hadn’t seen Aaron in a while, and you always wondered if he was doing okay. Miles always seemed on edge when you asked what he and Aaron did, which made you suspicious but you also knew he didn’t have to tell you everything.

You both made it to the hallway, and Miles squeezed your hand once more. You assumed it was an unconscious thing, but Miles did it to reassure himself.

“Why don’t I wait here for you?”

“Come on, I’m just gonna knock on the door and if he’s not there, we’ll leave it on his doorstep.”

He nodded and took a deep breath following you.

You knocked on the door, fully assuming no one would be home. Miles told you beforehand that he was helping Rio, so you just did it to reassure Miles. You weren’t sure if they had fought beforehand, but you didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.

You knocked once more, hearing a voice on the other end yell for someone else to open the door. You straightened yourself up, plastering a smile on your face. Miles rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb, taking another deep breath.

The door creaked open, and when you made eye contact with the person at the door, your heart fell to the floor. Miles Morales stood in front of you, still wearing his uniform, his smile slowly dropping as he looked at your hand, being intertwined with someone. He looked at the person, eyes growing wide and jaw clenched.

Miles next to you felt his heart stop for a second, unsure what to do. He was staring at himself, who if looks could kill, would have him 6 feet under.

You dropped your hand from Miles’, thoughts going a million miles a minute. The main thought though was:

What the hell is going on?

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ephemeraltea · 2 years

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it's so fucking weird to be the most senior person at a job with a state license for it. i had to drink like three cups of wine about it.

#we got our state license to perform salon services but no one was prepared for it #and i seem to be the only person who realizes it #we do not have a barbicide jar.#when i clocked in we have One pair of tweezers for services.#i feel insane.#in which tea has a job #washington state esthies back me up #for reference the only other permanent esthetician we have on staff is 20 #the rest are seasonal with this as their first esthetician employment.

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magnetictapedatastorage · 1 year

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jar of barbicide, ms paint

#paint #barbering #went a bit more stylized

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eddie-munsons-guitar86 · 8 months

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Love In Beauty Chapter One: Piercing Eyes

Steve was working hard, fingers stained with blue highlighter as he highlighted important information in his Esthetics textbook. Steve was on his third month of Esthetician school with only five more months to go. He felt weird being the only male Esthetician in a class of women but he managed to make a small group of friends he calls his 'Estie-Besties' the other girls saw him as weird and even some spread rumors on him being a creep. He wasn't, Steve had a dream and he wanted to follow it, even if his father thought it was 'stupid' and 'a waste of money'. Steve didn't care, he knows what he wants to be and his passion only made him shine brighter in his class.

"I feel like they don't schedule me client's on purpose." Steve sighs, rolling ice globes over Robin's cheeks.

"Mmmmm less talking more globing." Robin sighs softly.

"Come on, you have to agree with me Robs." Steve rolls his eyes playfully, putting the globes on his cart and sanitizing his hands before he grabbed his pallet, scooping up some of the gel masque with his applicator and applying it to Robins pale, freckled skin.

"Jesus...you could warn me next time!" Robin shivers and scrunches her eyes at the cold masque. "But I wouldn't worry about it Steve, you know how these old ladies are, they pick favorites and refuse anyone else to touch their face."

"This is only gonna hurt my chances of graduating, I need clients." Steve finishes her mask and sets a timer. "Alright I'll be back soon, gotta wash these." Steve gets up with his dirty utensils and goes into the back, where they wash and dry laundry and do their dishes, well, some do them. Steve ignores the girls gossiping and vaping near the filing cabinet and goes straight to the sink, getting into his routine of wash, rinse, Barbicide for ten minutes, rinse, dry, and put away. He always followed his routine because he knows if he doesn't it'll give him a certain feeling on his skin, the feeling of something missing or something being wrong, and it wont go away unless he fixes it. Steve goes back to the spa floor and finishes up Robins facial with some SPF before taking her to the front desk so she can buy a few products, giving Steve some product points.

"Always an amazing job Stevie." Robin smiles and ties her hair up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I actually do have clients to get ready for."

Steve chuckles and writes down what he did in her folder, listing the products he used on her skin and what add-ons he provided. He felt something heavy on his skin, something missing. He looks up to see another student from the Cosmetology side staring into his soul with those piercing blue eyes. Steve looked behind him to see if he was looking at someone behind him but there was no one, he was looking right at Steve. Steve blushes slightly and gives him a small wave before awkwardly shuffling back to his classroom to turn in the folder. The other student was stunning to Steve, ling blonde wavy hair tied up in a bun, facial hair clean and well groomed, skin tan and clean. Steve loved a man who took care of himself, loved men who took the time to make sure their hygiene is on point. Steve needed to be his, or else he feels that feeling again.

The feeling of something missing.

Authors Note:

Hello everyone!! I'm back!! I am so so so so so so sorry for disappearing like that, but here I am now. Please reblog this story for support and comment any questions you have that I can answer!! I love you all so much and I hope you enjoy this series!!!! <3 I will be basing some scenes off my own experiences from Esthetician school (Fully licensed!!) And if you have your own skincare questions do not be afraid to ask me!!

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garbinge · 9 months

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Bad Haircut

Jax Teller & Opie Winston & OC Joanne Teller

From these August Prompts: Bad Haircut

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: Light angst. A/N: Not a Charming life chapter but using that taglist since it's my girl Jo. I love creating these one shots that stray from my original scenario for the Charming Life story!

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Jo had been working her way through beauty school while Jax was making his way through the formality of being a prospect for the club. Everyone knew him and Opie would patch in, their legacy was strong between JT and Piney but everyone in the club just needed to bust their balls for a few months, build character, ya know.

Most everyone in her family cared more about that than Joanne’s stretch at the Stockton Beauty Institute and School of Cosmetology. That was fine with her, she’d take everyone saying nothing over them giving her shit for it, which they definitely would have, especially Gemma. She was just days shy of getting her license and the boys were just hours shy of their patch in.

“Don’t you wrap up school soon?” Jax asked as he sat in the salon chair Jo had set up in front of her vanity.

Jo was standing in front of the vanity mirror grabbing scissors and a comb from the barbicide jar. “Two days until the ceremony.” She nodded and grabbed a towel to wrap around his neck since she knew that he wasn’t going to put a smock on to catch the hair.

“So it'll be like your college graduation?” Opie asked as he sat at the edge of Joanne’s bed, arms resting on his knees.

“Except significantly less people.” Jo laughed and shook her head as she tilted Jax’s head around looking at what she was working with. “There’s like 15 people in my class.”

“Oh thank God.” Jax let out a big sigh.

“You weren’t going to come.” Jo pushed his head.

“We both were, just weren’t sure when and where it was.” Opie now looked up at Jo, his beanie snug over his head despite the weather in California.

Jo just shook her head and began to cut Jax’s hair, taking half an inch off the ends. “It’s at the School in Stockton, 1PM.”

“Afternoon?!” Jax piped up, excitement in his voice. “15 people, 1PM call time, free haircuts for life, this is way better than college.” He teased.

Joanne let out a laugh. “What about you, patch in party tonight, is it better than you thought?”

“Ask us in a few months.” Opie smirked before getting up to look at the photos Joanne had tucked behind the frame of her vanity mirror.

“Wish Dad was here to see you patch in.” Joanne spoke to her little brother who just nodded slightly.

“Let’s hope I live up to the weight of the legacy.” Jax’s voice turned solemn.

“Make your own.” Jo said sectioning out his hair, finishing up the layer of hair in the back. “Don’t let the club decide your legacy, make your own. That’s what Dad would want. He never wanted us living in his shadow.”

“You comin’ to the party tonight?” Opie turned around with something in his hand.

Joanne’s eyes moved down to see what it was but as her gaze moved it landed on the prospect patch that sat on the left side of the kutte. She thought things would be different, she thought she’d be Opie’s old lady, which was extreme wishful thinking considering they had never even dated. But the signs were there. Things worked out the way they were supposed to, if she had gone down that track, she wouldn’t have gone to school, both times, she was making a life for herself on her own, something her father would be proud of. But staring at Opie wearing that prospect patch made old feelings stir.

“Can I have this?” Opie was now holding the photo up in the air.

It was a photo of the three of them on bikes as kids. Despite Jo being a little over a year older than Jax and Opie, they both towered over her in the photo, much like now. She was the only one in a helmet, more of her own fear of wiping out and hurting herself. Her bike had a pink basket on it with a SOA “A” sticker on the basket.

“Yea, I have a few copies of it.” Joanne combed through Jax’s hair making sure all of it was even. “You know you put that sticker on my bike basket.” She tried to hide her smile. “And Jax put the reaper on the back of my bike.”

“Protection.” Opie laughed knowing the exact reason both of them put those stickers on her bike as kids. “From those neighborhood kids, right?”

“Yea the ones who’d throw glass in the street hoping to pop our tires.” Joanne let out a laugh.

She moved now to start brining Jax’s hair back into a low bun, styling it wet since she knew he’d argue the second she went to grab the blow dryer.

“Didn’t you beat them up?” Opie asked as he plopped back onto Joanne’s bed.

“I did, after they popped Jax’s tire.” Joanne looked over at Opie waiting for Jax’s argument to start.

“You threatened them.” His voice drew out a little as he tried to call her out. “There was no beating up involved.” His head turned to face Joanne in protest.

Her and Opie let out a chuckle. “They never fucked with you again, did they?” Joanne asked while Jax rolled his eyes. “Now turn back around I’m almost done.”

Jax clicked his tongue in his mouth and turned back around to face the mirror while she wrapped a hair tie around the man bun she styled for him.

“This haircut makes me feel like a douchebag.” Jax asked as he leaned forward out of the salon chair.

“You always look like a douchebag.” Opie chimed in, his tongue poking through his bottom lip as he teased his best friend.

Joanne pulled Jax back into the salon chair and tucked the few stray strands behind his ears. “It’s not the cut, I styled it, the girls will love it.”

“It’s my patch in party, the girls will love me regardless.” Jax spoke while eyeing himself up in the mirror.

“I think it’s your personality that speaks douchebag, douchebag.” Joanne pushed him out of her hands and went to place her tools back in the barbicide and wipe her hands off.

“Hey! Shouldn’t you guys be leaving for the patch in party?” Gemma’s voice got louder as it got nearer and the door to Jo’s room was being open. Her eyes moved from Jo, to Opie, than fell on Jax. “You look like a douchebag.” Her face twisted up in disgust.

Joanne took a big sigh at that and held her hand out knowing Jax was going to take the hair tie out and she would be prepared to put it back on her vanity.

The smile grew on Jax’s face, it made her want to punch him but she had to admit it was kind of funny. As his hair fell out of the tie he looked at it in the mirror. “You’re right the cut does look good.” He handed her the hair tie as he checked himself out in the mirror.

“Whatever, douchebag.” Her eyes rolled.

#Jax Teller #opie winston #OC Joanne Teller #SOA #Sons of Anarchy #SOA fanfic #SOA fanfiction #Jax Teller x OC #Opie Winston x OC

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i’m sorry i keep being annoying but i 🩷🩷 cosmetology so i was wondering if you know some good essential hair pieces i should buy for like experimenting w hair stuff? my summer goal is getting good at hair bc it was SUCH a struggle last year istg

I WOULD LIKE TO START THIS OFF BY SAYING I AM NOT LICENSED!

honestly? by a mannequin head off amazon. you can find a good one for about 50 dollars. if you want to practice cutting, buy two. one for styling, one for cutting.

in general:

curling iron and flat iron!

vent brush

all purpose comb

rat tail comb

hair gel for wet styling (finger waves, etc.)

smock (you can find a cheap one on amazon)

butterfly clips (not the small ones, the big ones that look like claw clips)

curl clips

duckbill clips

for styling:

get a teasing comb. teasing is how you achieve up-dos!!! that and lots of hair spray!!!

get bobby pins (small and large)

for cutting:

get some thinning shears and cutting shears. (you can find some good ones on amazon that come as a pir) i would recommend 5.5"

get a spray bottle for wetting down hair!!

some general rules:

if you are going to do someone's hair, do not ask them for money. tell them they can leave you a tip, never ask for money if you are unlicensed!!!

look at pivotpoint. they have a lot of resources

buy barbicide. its that blue stuff hairstylists submerge their tools into. this is a disinfectant. because ppl are nasty and infections are real!!!!

#hannah hairdresses #jas ࿓₊❤︎*∙#hannah has asks

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angelnumber27 · 9 months

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I attended cosmetology school for 2 days before I was expelled for drinking all of the barbicide

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mexican-roxas · 2 years

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The word “barbicide” is literally so funny

#I do enjoy my victories #this post is my final hurrah of comedy for the week

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imeverywoman420 · 2 years

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Ooo i love the word barbicide. Its the blue stuff at hair salons.

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notesfromthequotidian · 2 years

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Coffee Spoons

The dead howl in the pipes

of my apartment building.

The assistant professor across the hall

says I'm neurotic. He's added

two locks to his door. He accuses me

of wanting to steal his knock-off

Ming Porcelain collection. When I

said I was a poet he threatened

to pepper spray me. If you listen

closely in the late afternoons

when the tenants are at work

you can hear the walls breath

air as stale as coffee spoons.

Last night I dreamed of Pablo Neruda

sobbing in a barbershop in Valparaiso.

Jars of Barbicide glowed faintly

in the darkness like the cold, blue eyes

of saints. For you see, he told me

"The dead can't write poems."

Rodney DeCroo

#poetry #poems and poetry #poetry blog #barbershop #barber #pablo neruda #poesia neruda #poemsbyme #original poem #night

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Out now! Issue 117 of the world’s longest running ska publication, Do The Dog Skazine! As always featuring all the latest global ska news & reviews! Support old school DIY zine culture & get your 4 issue subscription here: http://dothedogmusic.tumblr.com/skazine Issue 117 includes stuff on The Slackers, The Bakesys, RudeSix, Death of Guitar Pop, Pama International, Sleeping Rude Boy, The Selecter, Big Bad Cat, The International Beat, The Skallions, The Skadows, Sonic Boom Six, The Intercepteurs, The Skapones, Nutty Skunk, P45, Madness, Smoke Like A Fish, The Dualers, Chainska Brassika, Phoenix City Allstars, The Hacklers, Subsetters, AKA The Syndicate, The Piseógs, The Busters, The Urgonauts, Le Birrette, Pannonia Allstars Ska Orchestra, Skankan Official, Jim Murple Memorial, Hjalmar B Allstars, James Shaw, The Interrupters, Skappository, Prince Loogie, The Fuss, Jackie Mendez, The Toasters NYC SKA, The King Kong 4, Bite Me Bambi, Victor Rice, The Untouchables, Hans Gruber and the Die Hards, Show-Ska, David Hillyard & The Rocksteady 7, The Bruce Lee Band, Out Of Control Army, The Frightnrs, Barbicide, Smoke & Mirrors Sound System, Chris Murray, Ska Beat City, The Siderens, The Gravelites, The Doped Up Dollies & Catbite!

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4-10 hi again sketchy n skeezy •

ewww i hate vomit(lol) , scenes w it r always the worst. or dirty bathrooms .. •

"gah she bit me!" "she bit you!" "that's what i said - she bit me!" "me too?" "she bit you?" "no, she bit you!" "but, you said -" "she bit you." .. "am i gonna tan?!" "no, little buddy. you're gonna z. .. use the barbicide, that stuff kills anything! .... did you just drink that?" "yeah!" "do you feel any better?" "no!" "ok well you weren't supposed to drink it." lmaoo, but also sketchy's face :'/ seee - "fine, shoot both of us!" •

^"that'll do the trick." "whose side are you on??" "sorry." lol sarge looked so cute in the corner •

"how could you?!" "yeah murphy, after all we've been through!?" "yeahhh.. mmmm. eh." •

3 chop votes lol sarge •

"why didnt you ever say anything?" "i didn't think i had to." "i love you." "i know." aaaa sketchy n skeezy man , another example of my theory that i still need 2 lay out btw.. •

"coinkydink." "dues ex machina." "kismet." "horseshit." •

loll the name of the salon - "curl up and dye" , ns i evr noticed that•

4-11 "you think this is all ever gonna be over?" "yeah.. i don't know, kid. but my heart says yes - now, i have no reason to believe that. but if i didn't, i may as well just crawl into a hole n mercy myself." "thanks... i think.." pftt2 •

10k being the one who's w warren rn is so funny he's so awkwardd "ermm. warren 🥺" lmaoo then warren tellin him to hit her •

omfg. cz kissin kaya overnover . kaya "i ached for you, baby." •

"so follow the sparrow and come be my hero, enough is enough - let's even the score, get on board, i can't take anymore." end song •

4-12 doc n murphy r such good bros , omg sarge ur annoying... ok•

4-13 sarge n 10k also got a bullet moment, less cool tbh.. ughh warren n murphy :'/ ... hi redmurphy .. them lookin out from the base was cool .. lol at red n 10k.. •

•s4 done... 3/5 •

5-1 bullet 5x , simple ilikeit •

"ugh why does everything always got to be our fault." "because we do stupid shit." me doc n murphy wld be suuch good bros•

"what about warren? - you don't know she's alive; i know she's alive. i can feel her out there, somewhere. -- you and i both know if it was the other way around, warren would be looking for me." •

"yeeeehaw! yeeeeehawwww! .... you're killing me." murphylmao •

hi george.. oo i wish i was that talker •

#h-vom

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Today, we are going to talk about eyelash extensions, specifically how to do volume eyelash extensions. And we are going to be using our very own products. So stay till the end, and you'd be sure to learn a thing or two. So, volume eyelash extensions. What are they? If you didn't know before, when two or more individual extensions get glued to each natural lash, they would become volume eyelash extensions. The desired number of lashes is first fashioned into fans, then spread out into a "bouquet" and adhered with glue to one natural lash. This fashion style is also called Russian volume. If you have been learning about lash extensions, you may have heard about "Russian volume extensions." First of all, people love them! And that is something for you to take note of if you are a newbie lash artist. Russian volume never goes wrong. So yes, it produces a considerably more dramatic appearance, but it does require more precision and skill, and you'll need a larger budget. Mega Volume fans are those constructed with six or more extensions. Please be aware that not everyone is a good candidate for Mega Volume. Professional lash artists will examine your natural lashes to decide whether they are sturdy enough to accommodate Mega Volume fans. PRO-TIP: Volume eyelash extensions are not classic eyelash extensions! Single extensions are attached to each natural lash in a classic eyelash extension technique. Since one extension goes on each eyelash, it's commonly referred to as "one-to-one." To apply each medium and mature lash, a lash artist first dips the end of each extension into the glue before placing it on top of or beneath your natural lash. Classic is the best option for a more natural appearance that results in lovely, longer-looking lashes. Since it has been around the longest, you can complete this lashing more rapidly than volume looks, particularly if you are skilled as a technician. Tools Needed for Volume Eyelash Extensions As we said earlier, we will use some of our products today and walk you through the process of making volume eyelash extensions. Don't worry. It would be as though we are right by your side! You are going to need some lash extension products: Elite master glueSuper bonderA tweezer (preferably a boot tweezer)A 0.05c mix tray (ours goes from 8mm to 16mm)Eyelash enhancing serumEyelash extensionsEye pads Step By Step Process: 16 Steps If you are dealing with a first-time client, be prepared to explain the entire process to them first. This is because we have found that first-time clients are usually nervous. Now, you want your clients to rest assured all through the process. You need them to trust your skills. So explain the process carefully to them. After that comes the following. 1. Start by cleansing the client's lashes with a foam cleanser. Most materials you utilize during a lash service ought to be disposable. Throughout the procedure, lash wands are utilized to brush through the lashes and can also be used to clean the lash line thoroughly. The bristles cling to every piece of lash line detritus. Although you might disinfect it by dipping it in Barbicide, the particles would still be there and might spread to another client. You can prepare your client's lashes before applying for extensions or performing a lash lift service using Lash Wands, Flocked Foot Applicators, Micro-Tip Swabs, Eyelash Cleansing Brushes, and Matte Gel Eye Pads. To encourage proper lash aftercare habits at home, you should provide your client with Lash Wands, and Eyelash Cleansing Brushes after the service. You must then put the other tools in the trash. 2. After cleaning your client's lashes, dry them gently with a damp cotton round. Don't use water to clean them — not everyone likes that. Remember that you must get those natural lashes nice and clean. 3. Put the under-eye pads on the clients carefully. Make sure the bottom lashes get completely tucked away. (Remember to explain this crucial step to your clients).

4. Then, use tape and map out your client's eyes. Start with nine and go all the way to 12. (If you are making a dull eye, for instance, you may want to go back down to 11 and 10). PRO-TIP: If your client is a first-time lash extension user and they don't have a specific request in mind, you can make dull eyes. 5. Carefully take out the lash extension strips. Our Gollee Cosmetics lash extension strips are easy to peel off, and you can return them in the case for future use. 6. Take your glue and shake well for 2-5 minutes. 7. Gently squeeze the bottle and place the drops on a jade stone. 8. Fan out the extensions and dip them into the glue. 9. Start applying them to each one of her natural lashes. (Lash experts may do 3D to 6D fans to mimic a classic eyelash extension). You can mix 2D or 3D fans with 6D fans because it helps mimic a classic extension. PRO-TIP: Some clients may be unable to keep their eyes still during this process. That is why we recommend walking them through the process first, especially if they are first-time clients. Now, clients can not keep their eyes relaxed because they are nervous or have had too much caffeine. We recommend advising your clients to stick to one cup of coffee during consultations. However, with time and practice comes mastery. Soon, you'd be able to get an excellent job whether or not your client's eyes are shaky. 10. Use the Taping Trick. The taping trick is simple. All you have to do is use tape and lift the lashes that already have extensions. This will expose the bottom layer of your client's natural lashes, making it a lot easier for you to add extensions to them. The taping trick lets you see a lot better, so you can isolate a lot better. Isolation and placement are very important for eyelash extensions — don't forget! 11. Dry the lashes with a hand dryer and as you do so, search through the lashes and make sure there is nothing sticky. 12. Use a nano-mister as you dry the lashes. 13. Wait three minutes before using your super bonder. Take the small micro swab tip and carefully apply the super bonder to the extensions. Make sure to apply the super bonder from the base to the bottom of the eyelash extensions. You want to put the super bonder where you must put your lash glue. Don't go all the way up the eyelash extensions. Focus on the base. PRO-TIP: While applying your super bonder, keep your dryer running the whole time so the adhesive can continue to dry. 14. As you apply the super bonder with your dryer on, brush out the lashes here and there a lot of times. 15. Use your dental mirror and double-check! Ensure the eyelids are not sticking so your client can open her eyes just fine. 16. Remove the under-eye pads. Do this by lifting the eyelids a little bit. Remember that the tape will tug at the bottom lashes a little bit, so you want to be gentle during this step. And tada! Your client's volume eyelash extensions are complete! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_Yt_Us7g7fE Common Errors to Avoid When Making Volume Eyelash Extensions? The most common error is hurrying. People must understand this craft takes time, especially handmade fans. Many lash artists are self-critical because they believe they are too slow. Listen, other people may be faster, but speed isn't excellence. Naturally, with practice, you'd get faster. But never be in a rush to finish volume eyelash extensions. This may result in hazardous adhesive bonding and tight fans. You can also take an online course or get a mentor or teacher to sharpen your skills and increase your speed. Because we don't always see ourselves clearly, self-training is a mistake. Who Should Get Volume Lashes Among Clients? Volume lashes give the appearance of a full, lush lash line that is fluffy and silky and ideal for clients who have sparse lashes, bald areas, or want to achieve a more dramatic look without using a thicker lash. Most people can wear volume lashes,

but you should exercise the same caution you would with traditional eyelash extensions and always disclose the dangers and materials involved before beginning. Each client is unique, so if a client lacks the natural lashes needed to sustain volume, think about constructing a hybrid set. Volume Eyelash Extensions Best Practices Use a pallet made of jade stone. Use your glue to form a dome. Carefully insert the fan's base into the dome's very top. This will assist in keeping glue away from your tweezers and low on the fan. When manually creating fans, focus on deep breathing. The energy in your body will cause the hairs to respond. Your hands will reflect your level of tension or anxiety. Don't be reluctant to take a quick seat to refresh. A quick drink of water will also help you relax and return to your natural flow state. When perfecting your craft, be patient. Take your time transitioning from student to practitioner. The amount of time it takes to learn generally decreases with infinite patience with oneself. Rushing might lead to undesirable behaviors like unsafe bonding or too-tight fans. During downtime, practice. Even famous artists practice to draw in more fans again and again. Use quality products. High-quality volume products are necessary to support the best artists. Conclusion We do hope you had an amazing read! And we hope you feel confident and ready to try your first volume eyelash extension technique.

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