#how to apply cluster lashes

[neishaarora]

Cluster Lashes: The Bold Eye Trend of 2025

2025 is shaping up to be the year of expressive beauty, and if there’s one trend dominating eye makeup conversations, it’s cluster lashes. These semi-dramatic, DIY-friendly lash bundles are redefining how women approach their lash game��bridging the gap between salon extensions and at-home glam. Whether you’re a lash newbie or a seasoned beauty enthusiast, it’s time to get familiar with lash…

[1818havefaith]

2010'S GLAM - DARK EYES, PINK LIPS: FAITH’S GUIDE

OVERVIEW

This look mixes a matte base with glossy lips. The emphasis is placed mainly on the eyes, and the other focus is the lips. This is a good everyday look that can be worn for any occasion.

YOU WILL NEED

PRODUCTS

Primer

Baby Powder

Foundation/ Tinted Moisturiser

Concealer (not too light)

Pressed Powder

Setting Powder

Brow Gel

Brow Pomade

Lashes

Lash Glue/ Bonding Glue

Highlight

Brown Lip Liner

Pink Lip Gloss

Setting Spray

TOOLS

Powder Brush

Beauty Blender

Small Flat Brush

Eyebrow Brush

BASE

Apply primer all over your face

#faithtip: use a powder brush to apply baby powder all over your face

Your face will look ashy after this step, but applying foundation/tinted moisturiser will fix this

Blend it in with a damp beauty blender

#faithtip: dampen your beauty blender with setting spray for easier blending and a longer lasting base

After blending in your foundation/tinted moisturiser, apply a concealer that is only slightly lighter than your skin tone to the inner corner of your under-eye

Place concealer to the end of your under-eyes following the shape of your eyes

Blend it in well with a beauty blender

Take a powder brush and some pressed powder and apply all over your face

Now, apply setting powder to your under eyes following your eye shape.

Place a line of setting powder under your cheeks

Let the setting powder sit whilst you focus on another part of your face

EYEBROWS

Eyebrows play a very vital role in this look, they help your eyes stand out more

This step will be easier if your brows have a defined shape

Brush through your eyebrows with brow gel

Use a brow brush dipped in pomade, to draw a line at the bottom of your brow starting from the front of your brow to the end

Draw a similar line at the top of your brows

Fill in the space (don't fill in the very front of your brows to create an almost ombre effect)

Apply eyebrow gel on top

Then use a small brush to apply concealer underneath your eyebrows

Blend well with a beauty blender

Apply setting powder to under your brow

LASHES

Lashes are the main event for this look

Select thick and long lashes/ lash clusters that suit your eye shape

#faithtip D-Curl lashes are your best friend

STRIP LASHES

But for this step apply glue to strip lashes

Wave the lashes around for a bit so the glue dries a tiny bit and feels a little bit sticky

Place them on the lash line and adjust where needed (using tweezers or fingers)

CLUSTER LASHES

Strip lashes can also be cut into smaller pieces or use cluster lashes

Dip them into glue and wipe off the excess

Use tweezers to hold the lashes

Pull the top of your eyelid upwards so you can see underneath your eyelashes

#faithtip Wipe the glue on the part you are applying to then you can dip the lash in glue again before actually placing it underneath your lash

This make the lashes more firm and secure

Make sure it is not too close to your eye as this can be irritating

Fan your eyes if you can still feel wet glue

BACK TO BASE

Brush the setting powder away with a powder brush

You will need to make sure you do this properly because the powder won't move easily, because of how long it has sat there

Apply highlighter to the tip of your nose, your brow bone and your cupid's bow

Make sure to keep the highlight application light and smooth it out, so as to not look ashy and to keep the focus on your eyes and lips

Spray setting spray all over your face

LIPS

Use a brown lip liner, slightly darker than/ similar to your skin tone, to outline your lips

Apply pink lip gloss to your lips

Then top it all off with clear lip gloss.

[honeytonedhottie]

what does less is more ACTUALLY mean?.ೃ࿔*:･🍨🎀

when talking about beauty tips, i noticed people always talk about the concept that less is MORE. but like, never really elaborated into that so i wanted to kind of give my two cents on the less is more tip…💬🎀

LESS IS ENHANCEMENT ;

when i first thought about the phrase "less is more" my mind immediately went to USING less. less makeup, less accessories, kind of a minimalistic approach to beauty. but as i sat with it more i've come to see that less doesn't mean to do nothing/not try, but instead its about enhancing ur features and not hiding them with too many products.

like, instead of layering on a million products, you keep ur lip combo a simple lip liner and gloss... or with lashes u go for a wispy hybrid look instead of a caterpillar lash (no hate to caterpillar lash girlies) when there are variations in the density and fullness of ur lashes, it gives it a more natural look and it elevates ur everyday makeup by like a billion percent. customize ur lashes to your eyes! dont just take them out of the container and slap em on.

so when you focus on like the big things for your day to day looks... like taking care of ur skin so u dont have to wear foundation everyday to feel pretty, lash clusters, a little bit of lipgloss. u dont like NEED so much every single day you know? less is more to me is about enhancing ur natural beauty and ur features with/without makeup.

another example, if u have moles and beauty marks... dont cover them up with concealer but instead highlight them with an eyeliner and wear them proudly. at the end of the day we wanna let our individuality shine and be celebrated, and with practice we can learn to accentuate and flatter our features. and the same is true for our bodies. media loves to show what an acceptable body is and isn't, like why cant we just accentuate our bodies and be comfortable and feel sexy in it? (thats an idea for another post) like how "being skinny" made a resurgence in the media and now the bbl body of the 2018 era is like gone. this just goes to show that when it comes to ur beauty don't bandwagon off of trends bcuz trends FLUCTUATE. and YOU shouldn't fluctuate with every single trend. just be you!

HOW I APPLY THE LESS IS MORE MANTRA ;

❤︎ my everyday makeup consists of a skin tint, some red blush, my nyx cold brew lip liner and some mascara.

i use red blush bcuz i was watching a victorias secret makeup tutorial and one of the makeup artists mentioned that red blush looks closest to our natural blush so by using a little bit, it's a lot less harsh and actually quite flattering on my skin. i use mascara on my top AND bottom lashes (bottom lashes make SUCH a difference) and ofc my lip liner and gloss and thats it…💬🎀

❤︎ i keep my skincare and bodycare SUPER simple. i dont overload on the products and i give my skin what it NEED.

my morning skincare is just turmeric and kojic acid bar soap, toner and my beauty of josen sunscreen. my evening skincare is my turmeric and kojic acid bar soap, niacinamide and the nivea SOFT moisturize. as for my evening bodycare i use my turmeric soap and slather with coconut oil and raw shea butter once im out. i use these at night instead of my regular vanilla scented wash routine bcuz thats more so to smell good and feel soft, this routine is to maintain my soft pretty skin…💬🎀

with all this being said, this is just a think piece and u dont have to make this ur whole life! like, i love being a doll and wearing dolly lashes and adding on tons and TONS of accessories. take this principle and apply it where u feel it resonates the most. u dont have to take it and apply it to everything cuz we're not all the same. like i personally absolutely canNOT do minimalistic fashion and decor because im EXTRA... but when it comes to my everyday makeup i think i look cuter when i wear a little less, and my skin responds better to less product. hope u enjoyed girlies 💕

[lilolebambi]

FUCK ME? FUCK YOU!... INTRO TO THEM.

This is what you get for being nice. From the moment you woke up to Matt still being in your apartment, in your bed, you already knew it was gonna be a bad day.

Makeup not hitting, lash clusters that you only applied a few days ago already falling out, outfit not hitting either...this day was doomed from the start.

You're already mad when you get home. Biting your cheek from the terrible chem test you had to take.

Then you hear it. Moaning.

And honestly, you think you're hearing things at first, hallucinating even. Because Matt wouldn't do that to you, right? Then you remember the type of person Matt is and hurriedly bring up your hands to rub your temples, jerking off.

That's immediately what your mind jumps to—Because you refuse to believe that Matt is fucking some random girl, in your apartment, in your fluffy, comfortable, pastle pink bed. That you deserve to lay in after the day you've had.

"M-matt! Fuck—" Your bed creaks, "That's it, Ma. Take this dick."

You're gonna kill him. You're gonna fucking kill him.

Your movements are sudden. You barely realize what you're doing as you do it. One second, you're in the kitchen filling up a pot with cold water the next you're standing over Matt and the girl he's fucking and dumping it on them.

Matt barely pulls out of her before he's yelling at you, your lips twitch to a smirk.

"You're crazy— fuckin' insane—" You're not phased, his words barely having any impact on you as he chases behind you as clean around your apartment. It's not arguing if only one person is participating.

Plus, you know you're in the right. You're sure if any other girl came home to a girl being fucked in her bed she'd do the same thing. "Dumb bitch." Your laundry slips from your hands, "The fuck you just call me?"

"You fuckin' heard me." He rolls his eyes, "You were fucking some girl in my bed and have the audacity to call me a bitch?" Your acrylic hitting in the middle of his chest repeatedly, "Yeah, you're just a jealous bitch—" That gets to you. He knows you hate when he implies shit like that.

"Shut the fuck up." You step back, growing more irritated as he steps back into your space. He smiles. "That's why you so mad, huh? Can't stand watchin' me pound a pussy that's not yours—"

"Shut the fuck up!" You yell, pushing him.

You hate how he knows exactly what buttons to press. The thought of you getting jealous, leading to the idea that you like Matt—That this entire thing is more than just sex and discounted weed is making you feel sickly.

He scoffs, crossing his arms. "Fuck you."

Your eyebrows furrow as you clench your fists. "Fuck me? Fuck you!"

creds to @bernardsbendystraws for the dividers <3!

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a/n: so.... thoughts on dealer!matt?

[juuuulez]

old man richie who doesn’t quite get all the things his young girlfriend does.

like diy eyelash clusters? he walks into the bathroom one day and you’re holding an eyelid open, little black lashes pinched between tweezers as you meticulously place them on your lash line. the sight makes him grimace, keeping his distance and standing near the wall.

“the fuck you doin’?” richie asks, “isn’t a professional ‘sposed to do that?”

you glance at him through the mirror while picking up another cluster. “well, yeah. but this is cheaper and quicker, tons of women do it themselves now.”

richie makes a noise of acknowledgment, coming closer to peer at the supplies you’ve got laid out across the counter. his gaze flickers back up to you, watching the glue get applied to the bulb, before you’re holding your eye open again.

“does it hurt?” he asks.

you try not to grin, not wanting to mess this up. “why would it hurt?”

“i don’t fuckin’ know, that’s why i asked.” richie would grouse, already backing off because seeing your eyes like that is kinda creepy.

he wouldn’t understand stanley cups either.

like, they’re so expensive! and it’s a cup, sweetheart, we’ve got plenty in the house.

richie shows his adamant disapproval when one shows up a week later, going on about how a plastic drink bottle would do the same job, and you’d still have all your money. “straight up robbery,” is what he calls it.

but after sex? take your eyes off him and he’s drinking out of your goddamn stanley. you’ll scold him and whine, because “richie! you’re drinking all my freaking water!” but he adamantly insists that your water tastes better than the water on his bedside.

which, it does, of course, in all it’s crisp cold glory.

[charmed-quill]

The Bet// F.W x Reader Part 2

authors note at end

Summary: Fred Weasley and y/n make a bet: whoever gets a date to the Yule Ball first wins. But what starts as harmless competition devolves into full-blown war.

Word count: 4.7k

Previous Part

Look, Fred Weasley wasn’t the worst person in the world to go to the Yule Ball with.  

Not y/n’s first choice, not by a long shot, but also not the worst.  

Still, standing in her dorm, adjusting her dress for what felt like the millionth time, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was… off.  

It wasn’t like Fred had never seen her in a dress before. They’d been friends for six years, of course he had. 

But this? 

This was different. The whole "dressing up" thing was throwing her for a loop.  

The last time she wore something this fancy was her cousin’s wedding when she was ten, and even then, she had hated every second of it. She still remembered the way the lace had itched against her skin, how uncomfortable the frilly socks had been inside her too-tight shoes.  

But this dress it wasn’t stiff or scratchy, wasn’t something her mum had picked out last minute. 

It was hers.

 And it looked…good.  

Angelina had swept her hair into an elegant bun, leaving just a few soft curls framing her face, while Alicia had carefully applied her makeup, just enough to highlight her features without making her feel like she was wearing a mask.  

Y/n barely recognized herself.  

It was uncanny, looking in the mirror and seeing someone who actually—Merlin forbid—looked pretty.  

She swallowed, fingers tightening slightly on the fabric of her dress.  

It was just one night. Just Fred. Nothing had to change.  

Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself, ignoring the way her stomach flipped at the thought of heading downstairs.

—

Fred stood by the fireplace, hands stuffed in his pockets, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. The common room buzzed with energy, students heading off to the Great Hall in clusters, adjusting dress robes and exchanging last-minute compliments.  

George, Lee, Angelina, and Alicia had left just moments ago, after much teasing and knowing smirks thrown his way.  She’ll be down in a moment, they had assured him before disappearing through the portrait hole.  

But it had been more than a moment.  

Fred huffed, glancing up the dormitory stairs. Had she changed her mind? He wouldn’t blame her. Their whole arrangement, or whatever you’d call it, was far from ideal. A last-minute   truce  , born out of mutual stubbornness and sabotage. He knew y/n hadn’t exactly been   thrilled   about going with him.  

Still… part of him didn’t want to be left standing alone in the common room like some abandoned fool.  

With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair and took a step toward the stairs. If she wasn’t coming down, he’d bloody well—  

The door opened.  

Fred froze.  

His words, his thoughts,   everything   slammed to a stop as y/n stepped into the warm glow of the common room.  

She looked…  

 Merlin.   

Fred wasn’t sure what he had been expecting, he’d seen her in dresses before, plenty of times. 

But this? This was something else entirely.  

The firelight cast a golden hue over her, catching on the delicate fabric of her dress as it moved with her. Her hair, swept up with effortless elegance, framed her face in soft tendrils, highlighting the curve of her jaw and the brightness of her eyes. Her makeup was subtle, just enough to make every little detail stand out, her lips, her cheekbones, the way her lashes fluttered slightly as she scanned the room.  

She was beautiful.  

And Fred?  

Fred was stunned.

He barely managed to school his expression before she looked up, meeting his gaze.  

"Got tired of waiting?" she teased, stepping forward, smoothing her hands over the fabric of her dress.  

Fred cleared his throat, forcing himself to breathe properly. "Thought you’d done a runner," he said, managing a smirk. "Was ready to heroically charge up the stairs and rescue you."  

Y/n rolled her eyes. "You just wanted an excuse to break into the girls' dormitory."  

Fred chuckled, but it came out almost   nervous, and since when was he, nervous   around her?  

His eyes flicked over her once more, like his brain was still trying to process that this was   actually y/n standing in front of him.  

"You clean up alright, y/l/n," he said, voice lighter, teasing, though there was something else beneath it—something even he wasn’t sure he wanted to acknowledge.  

Y/n raised an eyebrow, tilting her chin slightly. "Just alright?"  

Fred grinned, stepping closer, offering her his arm. "Don’t get a big head about it."  

She huffed, but there was a flicker of something in her eyes, something challenging, something thrilling.  

As she looped her arm through his, Fred couldn’t help but feel like maybe, just maybe, this arrangement wasn’t as terrible as he had thought.

—-

Fred and y/n stepped through the entrance to the Great Hall, and for the first time that night, neither of them had anything to say.  

The entire space had been transformed.  

The usual long house tables were gone, replaced by elegant round ones draped in shimmering fabric, flickering candlelight bouncing off crystal goblets and golden plates. The ceiling was enchanted to reflect a breathtaking winter sky, soft flakes of snow drifting lazily down before vanishing just above their heads. Ice sculptures lined the edges of the hall, carved into delicate figures that seemed to move when you weren’t looking. The chandeliers overhead twinkled like a thousand tiny stars.  

It was… stunning.  

Fred let out a low whistle, eyes sweeping over the scene. "Blimey," he muttered. "They really went all out, huh?"  

Y/n didn’t answer right away.  

She was still taking it all in, her gaze moving from the enchanted icicles hanging from the balconies to the grand staircase leading to the raised dance floor. She had never seen the castle look like this before, so ethereal, so dreamlike.  

It almost felt unreal, like stepping into some sort of fairytale.  

Fred glanced at her, catching the way her eyes shone under the candlelight, the soft parting of her lips as she stared in quiet wonder.  

Something shifted in his chest.  

"You alright there, y/l/n?" His voice was teasing, but noticeably softer than usual.  

Y/n blinked, snapping out of whatever spell the Great Hall had cast over her. "Yeah," she said, glancing up at him. "It’s just… I dunno. I wasn’t expecting it to be so—"  

"Romantic?" Fred finished, raising an eyebrow, his smirk playful but his voice lighter.  

Y/n scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. "I was gonna say impressive, but sure, Weasley. Whatever helps you sleep at night."  

Fred chuckled, but he didn’t tease her back. Instead, he let his gaze linger for just a second longer than necessary.  

The music swelled in the background, students filing in around them, laughter and chatter filling the air. The entire evening stretched before them, full of possibilities neither of them had really considered until now.  

Fred shifted slightly, adjusting his grip on her arm before tilting his head down toward her. "Guess we better get on with it, then," he murmured.  

Y/n met his gaze, something flickering between them that neither of them wanted to name just yet.  

With a quiet breath, she nodded.  

Y/n stood beside Fred, her hands clasped in front of her as she watched the champions and their dates take to the center of the dance floor. The music started soft and elegant, a slow waltz drifting through the air, filling the Great Hall with something delicate, almost fragile. The enchanted ceiling reflected the winter sky, stars glittering overhead like they had been placed there just for this moment. Snowflakes spiraled lazily down before vanishing into shimmering wisps of light.  

It was beautiful.  

She had never seen Hogwarts like this before. Had never felt this kind of stillness, this quiet anticipation that wrapped around her like a whisper. The usual laughter and chaos of the Great Hall had been replaced by something softer, something weighty in its beauty.  

She stole a glance at Fred.  

He was watching the dancers, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth like he was amused by the whole thing, but there was something else there, too. A quietness she wasn’t used to seeing in him.  

And that was when it hit her

Something felt different tonight.  

They had been friends for years, partners in crime, rivals in pranks, always pushing and pulling, always toeing the line between bickering and camaraderie. But this, standing here beside him in a ballroom full of flickering candlelight, the warmth of his arm just inches from hers, the way he had looked at her when she had walked down those dormitory steps,   

It didn’t feel the same.  

It wasn’t uncomfortable, not exactly. But it was new. Like she had stepped into something she hadn’t expected, something unfamiliar but thrilling all the same.  

The music swelled, couples twirling across the dance floor in graceful, sweeping movements, and suddenly, she was hyper-aware of Fred beside her. Of the way his fingers twitched slightly at his sides, like he was debating something.  

She swallowed.  

"Getting bored already?" she asked, keeping her voice light, teasing, as if nothing in the world had changed.  

Fred turned his head, his gaze flickering to hers. He smirked, but not in his usual way, not in the way that made her roll her eyes or shove his shoulder. This was something softer, something amused and knowing all at once.  

"Nah," he murmured, tilting his head slightly. "Just waiting to see if you trip over your own feet when we dance."  

Y/n scoffed, nudging him with her elbow. "Bold of you to assume I’ll dance with you at all."  

Fred chuckled, looking back at the floor. "We’ll see about that, y/l/n."  

And something about the way he said it sent warmth curling through her chest.  

She exhaled slowly, turning her attention back to the dancers, pretending she wasn’t thinking about the way his voice had dipped just slightly, or the way her stomach had flipped at the sound of it.  

Y/n barely had time to protest before Fred was tugging her toward the dance floor, his grip firm but light as he grinned down at her, mischief dancing in his eyes.  

"Come on, y/l/n," he teased, his voice low enough that it sent a strange, warm shiver down her spine. "Let’s show them how it’s done."  

She rolled her eyes but let him lead her anyway, her fingers curling against the fabric of his robes as they moved into the sea of swirling couples. The candlelight flickered overhead, casting soft golden glows against the ice sculptures, the music swelling around them in a gentle rhythm.  

Fred slid a hand to her waist, his touch lighter than expected, and lifted their joined hands. "Try not to step on my toes, yeah?"  

Y/n huffed, settling her free hand on his shoulder. "I’d worry more about your own coordination, Weasley. We both know you’re all limbs and recklessness."  

Fred chuckled, the sound low and warm, and for a second, she forgot they were in the middle of a crowded ballroom, surrounded by students, teachers, and swirling magic.  

"You know," he mused as they moved to the beat, "I don’t think we ever settled our bet."  

Y/n raised a brow, amused. "Oh? And what exactly needs settling? I’d say it was a draw at best."  

Fred scoffed, spinning her suddenly, pulling her effortlessly back into his arms before she even had time to process it. "A draw?" he echoed, shaking his head. "No, no, no. I clearly won. You were the one who asked me, remember?"  

Y/n narrowed her eyes, her fingers tightening slightly against his shoulder. "That is not how I remember it."  

Fred grinned. "Sounds like selective memory to me, love."  

She huffed. "Fine. Even if I asked you first, which I didn’t, you were already on your way to ask me."  

"Exactly!" Fred said triumphantly. "Which means I still would’ve won in the end."  

Y/n rolled her eyes, but there was no real heat behind it.  

Because the truth was, she wasn’t even thinking about the bet anymore.  

She wasn’t thinking about the competition or the weeks of sabotage.  

She was thinking about the way Fred’s hand rested so easily at her waist, how effortless it felt to fall into step with him, how his grin softened when he looked at her now—like maybe this wasn’t just about winning anymore.  

And that realization sent her stomach flipping in ways she wasn’t prepared for.  

She exhaled slowly, focusing on keeping her voice steady. "You’re impossible, you know that?"  

Fred smirked, tugging her just a little closer as they turned with the music. "And yet, here you are, dancing with me anyway."  

Y/n swallowed, feeling that damn warmth creep into her chest again, curling beneath her ribs, making it increasingly difficult to remind herself that this was just Fred.  

Just Fred Weasley.  

Her best friend.  

Her rival.  

Her date.  

And, Merlin help her, something about that last word felt different now.

Dancing with Fred Weasley was dangerously easy.  

Y/n had expected him to be all awkward footwork and dramatic spins meant to throw her off balance, but instead, he led her through the steps effortlessly, his grip firm but light, his movements confident without being cocky.  

The warmth of his palm at her waist sent a slow heat curling in her stomach, something she tried desperately to ignore.  

Because it was just Fred.  

Fred, who she had spent the last several weeks sabotaging. Fred, who had annoyed her beyond reason since they were twelve. Fred, who, despite all of that, made her laugh more than anyone else ever had.  

And maybe that was the problem.  

Because something had been shifting between them, something she had been too stubborn to see before tonight.  

The music changed to something slower, couples swaying close, and Fred leaned in slightly, his breath warm against her ear.  

"Alright, y/l/n," he murmured, his tone far too smug. "Who do you reckon is shagging who by the end of the night?"  

Y/n snorted, instantly snapping out of whatever ridiculous romantic haze had been creeping up on her.  

"Subtle, Weasley," she said dryly, shooting a glance around the ballroom.  

Her eyes landed on Jack Carmichael and his date, who had definitely been sneaking off toward a shadowy alcove near the back of the hall. She nodded toward them.  

"That one’s a given," she said. "He’s been trying to get her out of here for the last half-hour."  

Fred followed her gaze, chuckling. "Bet you ten Sickles he barely makes it up the stairs before she tells him to piss off."  

Y/n grinned. "You’re on."  

Fred twirled her unexpectedly, pulling her back in a little closer than before, and she hated the way her breath caught.  

Get it together, she scolded herself.  

Fred’s eyes flicked toward the table where a few sixth-years were gathered, drinking out of goblets that definitely weren’t filled with pumpkin juice.  

"Alright, new bet," he said. "Who snuck in the booze?"  

Y/n scanned the room, eyes narrowing. "I’d say Nathaniel Burke, but he’s an idiot and would’ve gotten caught already."  

Fred smirked. "True. So?"  

She exhaled through her nose, thinking, then grinned. "My money’s on Lillian Moore. She looks too innocent. It’s always the innocent ones."  

Fred laughed, his grip at her waist tightening briefly. "You know, y/l/n, you might be onto something."  

Y/n opened her mouth to throw another sarcastic remark his way, but something in her chest twisted unexpectedly when he smiled at her.  

Something warm, something alarming, something that had been creeping in for weeks without her permission.  

Because suddenly she was remembering every little moment leading up to this

The way he had looked at her when she first stepped into the common room tonight. The way he had teased her but never once insulted her. The way he had waited for her reaction before taking her hand, before leading her into this dance.  

And, Merlin help her, she realized all at once that this hadn’t just started tonight.  

It had been building for weeks.  

Every time he had grinned at her, every time they had gone back and forth with playful insults, every time their arguments had felt more like flirting than fighting

She had been falling for Fred Weasley.  

And she hadn’t even noticed until now.  

The thought was so overwhelming that she nearly stepped on his foot.  

Fred raised an eyebrow. "That hesitation, was that you losing the bet already?"  

Y/n blinked, snapping herself out of it. "Absolutely not."  

Fred chuckled, shaking his head, completely unaware of the internal crisis she was currently having.  

She swallowed hard, forcing herself to focus on the banter, on the laughter, on anything except the fact that she was looking at him differently now.  

Because the second she acknowledged it?  

She knew there would be no going back.

—-

Fred leaned back against the wall, his butterbeer warm in his hands, the golden glow of the Great Hall flickering over y/n’s face as she took a sip of her own.  

She was grinning, her lips still curled in amusement from whatever ridiculous bet they had just made, her eyes bright despite the dim lighting. She was leaning slightly toward him, like it was natural, like it had always been that way.  

And maybe it had.  

Fred took a slow sip of his drink, pretending he wasn’t completely distracted by her.  

By the way she looked tonight. By the way she always looked, if he was being honest.  

And suddenly, it hit him.  

This wasn’t new.  

This feeling, this warmth curling in his chest, the way he kept catching himself looking at her longer than necessary, this hadn’t come out of nowhere. It had been building, sneaking up on him so slowly he hadn’t even noticed it.  

It was there in the little moments, moments he could suddenly recall with sharp, stupid clarity.  

Like the time she had shoved a stolen Chocolate Frog into his pocket during first year, grinning as she whispered, “Take the fall for me, Weasley.”  

Or the time she had patched him up in second year when one of his own pranks had backfired, muttering the whole time about “how much of an idiot he was”, but her hands had been so gentle as she wiped the blood off his chin.  

Or the way she always seemed to understand him, even when he didn’t say anything.  

The way she could read his moods better than anyone else could, the way she knew when he needed a joke and when he needed quiet.  

The way she never treated him like a joke, even when he made himself one.  

Fred swallowed, staring at his butterbeer like it held all the answers.  

He hadn’t meant to feel like this.  

Hadn’t meant to notice how pretty she looked when she was focused on something, or how her nose scrunched when she was thinking, or how her eyes lit up when she was about to start an argument with him.  

But here he was.  

And for the first time, he wasn’t quite sure what to do about it.  

"Oi, Weasley," y/n nudged him with her elbow, snapping him out of his spiraling thoughts.  

Fred blinked, forcing himself to smirk. "Y’know, y/l/n, if you wanted to get close to me, you could’ve just asked."  

She scoffed. "Please, I just wanted to make sure you hadn’t passed out. You looked a little dazed there."  

Fred chuckled, shaking his head. "Just thinking."  

Y/n raised an eyebrow. "Dangerous habit for you."  

Fred snorted, taking another sip of his drink.  

Yeah.  

Dangerous indeed.

The Great Hall had gotten too much.  

Too crowded, too warm, too many couples tucked into corners, whispering to each other like the entire world had disappeared around them. Everywhere Fred turned, there was some overly romantic display, some sickeningly sweet gesture, and Merlin help him, he needed fresh air.  

So, naturally, he grabbed y/n’s hand.  

"Come on," he muttered, already tugging her toward the doors before she could argue.  

Y/n let him, though he could feel her curious gaze on him as they slipped out of the hall, the sound of music and chatter fading behind them.  

"Where exactly are we going, Weasley?" she asked as they stepped into the cool night air.  

Fred inhaled deeply, letting the crisp air fill his lungs. "Anywhere but in there. Too many people snogging like their lives depend on it."  

Y/n snorted. "Jealous?"  

Fred rolled his eyes, nudging her with his shoulder. "Oh, absolutely. Watching Kevin Whitby nearly eat his date’s face off was thrilling."  

Y/n gagged. "Disgusting. Alright, lead the way."  

And so they walked.  

The path leading away from the castle was quiet, save for the faint sounds of the ball still drifting from the open windows. The stars above were bright, the sky clear, and the lake stretched before them like a dark, endless mirror. The wind was cold but pleasant, ruffling the edges of their dress robes as they followed the stone path toward the water.  

It was… nice.  

Comfortable.  

Like they had done this a hundred times before.  

And maybe they had, maybe not in fancy dress robes, maybe not with the weight of something unspoken pressing against Fred’s ribs, but it was still them.  

Still easy.  

They fell into natural conversation, talking about nothing and everything—making fun of McLaggen’s tragic dance moves, placing one final bet on whether or not Olivia Davies had smuggled an entire bottle of firewhiskey under her cloak.  

But beneath it all, Fred could feel it.  

That… thing.  

That stupid, frustrating thing that had settled in his chest hours ago and refused to leave.  

Because every time y/n laughed, something in him twisted.  

Because every time she nudged him, teasing and light, it sent something warm rushing through him.  

Because every time she looked at him, really looked at him, he felt like she was about to figure him out.  

And that, that scared him more than anything else.  

He had spent so long not noticing. Had spent years thinking of her as just y/n—his best friend, his competition, the one person who could match him beat for beat.  

But now?  

Now, all he could think about was the way she looked under the stars, how the silver light caught in her hair, how her lips curled when she was about to say something smug.  

Now, he was noticing everything.  

And he wasn’t sure he liked it.  

Y/n nudged him again. "You’re quiet."  

Fred blinked, forcing himself to smirk. "Unusual, isn’t it?"  

"Extremely." She shot him a suspicious glance. "You sure you’re not getting emotional over all the romance in the air?"  

Fred snorted, shoving his hands into his pockets. "Oh yeah, I’m the emotional one. Not the girl who gasped at the ballroom decorations like she walked into a bloody fairytale."  

Y/n gasped again, but this time out of offense. "I did not—"  

"Did too."  

"Fred—"  

"You even twirled, y/l/n," he teased, his smirk widening. "Don’t try to deny it, I saw it with my own two eyes."  

She groaned, throwing her head back dramatically. "I hate you."  

Fred grinned. "No, you don’t."  

Y/n turned to shove him, but he caught her wrist before she could, laughing as he held it up between them.  

And suddenly

The laughter faded.  

Not completely, not abruptly, but just enough.  

Because suddenly Fred was staring at her, and she was staring back, and something about the night felt too still.  

Her wrist was small in his grip, her pulse just barely thrumming beneath his fingertips.  

For a second, just a second, he almost didn’t let go.  

But then

He did.  

And whatever had settled between them slipped away before it could take root.  

Fred cleared his throat, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "Anyway. Should probably head back before George accuses me of running off and eloping."  

Y/n snorted. "I dunno, Weasley. I think we’d make a pretty tragic love story."  

Fred smirked, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.  

"Yeah," he muttered. "Tragic."  

And as they made their way back up toward the castle, Fred ignored the fact that something about that word didn’t sit right with him at all.

They were just steps away from the castle doors when Fred couldn’t hold it in any longer.  

It had been building all night, all week, really, if he was honest. Maybe even longer than that.  

Every glance, every laugh, every stupid little moment that had felt so normal before had suddenly taken on a different meaning.  

And now, standing beneath the stars, the castle glowing softly in the distance, it hit him all at once.  

He loved her.  

Maybe he always had.  

Maybe he had just been too thick to realize it until now.  

But now, now it was all he could think about.  

Y/n was walking just ahead of him, her dress shifting with the breeze, hair slightly undone from the night, still looking as effortlessly beautiful as she had when she first stepped down the dormitory stairs.  

And Fred, heart pounding in his chest, suddenly realized he couldn’t go inside without saying it.  

Without doing something about it.  

"Y/n."  

His voice was quieter than usual, but she stopped immediately, turning to face him with a curious tilt of her head.  

She hadn’t expected him to stop. Hadn’t expected his voice to sound so… careful.  

Fred took a breath. Now or never.  

"I—" He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, trying to find the words when really, there was only one way to say it.  

"I like you."  

Silence.  

Fred barely noticed the cold anymore, heat rushing through his chest as he watched her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly in surprise.  

Maybe he should’ve eased into it. Maybe he should’ve said it differently. But hell, there was no stopping now.  

He took a step closer.  

"I like you, y/n," he repeated, voice steadier this time. "And I—I don’t mean in the way we joke about, or the way everyone always thinks we do. I mean, really. And I think I have for a while, I just…" He let out a breathless laugh, shaking his head. "I was too much of an idiot to see it."  

Her lips parted like she was going to say something, but nothing came out.  

She just… stared at him.  

Fred’s heart dropped.  

Oh, hell.  

Maybe he’d messed this up. Maybe he’d just ruined everything

But then

Y/n moved forward so fast he barely had time to react.  

Her hands curled into the front of his dress robes, pulling him down as she kissed him.  

Fred’s mind blanked.  

For a second, he didn’t breathe.  

Didn’t think.  

Didn’t do anything except feel.  

Because Merlin’s bloody beard, he hadn’t expected that.  

But then, instinct took over, and his hands were at her waist, tugging her closer, his heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it.  

It was slow, softer than he ever thought a first kiss between them would be. No teasing, no sarcasm, just… her.  

Just them.  

The night was silent around them, the only sound between them the faint hitch of breath, the quiet shift of fabric, the snowflakes drifting through the air like the universe had planned this all along.  

When they finally pulled away, Fred’s forehead rested against hers, his grin so wide it was almost ridiculous.  

"So, uh…" He exhaled, still catching his breath, his hands still resting firmly on her waist. "Can I take that as a yes?"  

Y/n laughed, arms still wrapped around his neck, eyes shining with something he had never seen before but desperately wanted to see again.  

"Fred Weasley," she murmured, shaking her head fondly. "You are such a bloody idiot."  

Fred smirked, tilting his head slightly. "Yeah, but I’m your idiot now, yeah?"  

Y/n grinned, tugging him down into another kiss.  

And Fred?  

Fred was completely okay with that.

A/n: so I wasn't planning on writing a part 2 for this but so many people asked so I hope you enjoy this!!!

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Summer Romance 5

Pairings: ModernAU! Elias "Stack" Moore x BlaclOC! (Cymone) x Elijah "Smoke" Moore

Warnings: MDNI, cursing, use of the N word, violence, mentions of guns, fighting, Mary slander, a lil smooching, cliff hanger (don’t kill me!)

Word Count: 5.1K

Masterlist

Cymone

<1 week later>

Why the fuck do you keep getting drunk

And come tearing my shit up

You know that liquor turn you up

You done drove into my truck

I got a hole up in my truck

You a hoe but cold as fuck

And look at me still tryna fuck

Cymone hummed to the lyrics of Don Who Leo as she focused on applying her last lash cluster to her right eye. Tonight was finally the opening night of Club Juke and she was so excited for the twins. They had been working hard to make this dream come true for as long as she could remember and to see everything come to fruition was amazing. Smoke and Stack had already set up a section for her and her girls so she knew tonight was going to be lit. It was also going to be the first night she would spend at their place as well. Her stomach contained butterflies because although she had spent the night with a man before this was different of course. Smoke and Stack weren’t regular and she also wondered how it would work as well.

Whose room am I gone stay in?

Are we gone sleep together?

Are they gone wanna have sex?

Her mind was racing with possibilities and to be on the safe side she made sure to straighten up down below just in case action was to be had.

“What you thinking bout over there,” Reana asked as she emerged from Cymone’s bathroom.

“Just thinking bout tonight. That’s all,” Cymone answered with faux indifference although her stomach was twisting and turning.

“Awwww my baby’s nervous about her first sleepover with Zack and Cody.”

“Do you have a list of people in your head to call them,” Cymone asked with a snort as she turned her body away from her mirror to face her friend.

“Yes but that’s besides the point. Look, I know you a lil nervous cause you in this lil polyamorous situation but you know Smoke and Stack. They some gentlemen when they wanna be so I’m sure they ain’t gone do nothing you don’t wanna do,” Reana reassured Cymone as she gripped her shoulders.

“I know but the butterflies just keep floating around in my stomach just at the thought of something happening. I’m more so excited than nervous.”

“That’s great! Long as you not nervous. Now which one of these outfits are you wearing? I’m more partial to this halter jumpsuit,” Reana asked as she surveyed the three outfits laid onto Cymone’s bed. Cymone turned to the bed as placed a hand under her chin in thought.

“Hmmm I think imma do the leather shorts with the gold chain belt and the yellow crop top.”

“Okay leather shorts!! I think you need to wear them thigh high leather boots with em. Also I know what you doing with that yellow crop cause you always got underboob with that shirt. You giving it to em tonight!”

“Yeah it’s been a minute since I stepped out so I must remind these folks who I am. Good idea with them black boots though,” Cymone said she gave Reana a quick round of applause.

“Mhm! Now let’s hurry cause Tricia just texted saying her and Val gone be here in 20.”

Cymone immediately rushed to get ready. Thankfully she didn’t have to do her hair because she had recently gotten faux locs the day before and she was doing light makeup because she had a habit of sweating really bad and she knew the club was going to be packed. It had been the talk of the town and everybody and they mama planned on being there tonight.

Once she had her clothes on she packed a spend the night bag. She made sure to pack some pajamas, her hygiene stuff, an outfit for the next day and the lingerie Reana forced her to purchase and pack. In her words ‘you don’t need to be caught lacking.’ It was a simple red lace bra with matching panties but just looking at it had her nerves going haywire yet again. She shoved it in her bag and slung it over her shoulder just as she heard Tricia obnoxiously honking the horn from outside.

“Come on Re,” Cymone yelled behind her as she trotted down the stairs to see Ganny sitting on the couch with a glass of wine, her eyes trained on the television in front of her.

“We headed out Ganny. I’ll let you know when I get to Reana’s house.”

Now although Cymone was grown she didn’t have it in her to tell Ganny she was spending the night with a man let alone two so she decided to settle on a little white lie.

“Okay baby. Y’all be safe, have fun, and please keep an eye on Duke. You know how that boy can get,” Ganny spoke with a shake of her head.

Cymone only giggled knowing exactly what she meant. She was about to respond before the sound of Tricia honking that damn horn again cut her off.

“Y’all gone on before I have to cuss that lil girl out,” Ganny said as she put her eyes back on the tv. Cymone and Reana made their way out of the door and to Tricia’s gray Kia.

“Took y’all bitches long enough! What was y’all was doing sewing the clothes?”

“Tricia shut up damn! You was out here for a few measly ass minutes. Acting like you been sitting out here for an hour,” Cymone fussed with a roll of her eyes. She hated when Tricia volunteered to drive the group because she always wanted to rush everybody. Val’s quiet snicker could be heard from the front seat causing Tricia to snap her head her way while scoffing.

“Val I know you ain’t laughing!”

Valencia Yarbrough was the most recent addition to the group. While Cymone, Reana, and Patricia practically grew up together, they hadn’t met Valencia until their freshman year of college. Valencia was from Memphis, Tennessee and had came to attend Jackson State on a full ride scholarship. She was brought into the group due to her being Tricia’s roommate and she was a really sweet girl. She was smart as a whip so her head was always in her books but sometimes the girls were able to pull her away and get her out to a party every blue moon. This summer she opted to get a job in Jackson and rent an apartment with Tricia instead of going back home so that she could hang out with her girls without any academic responsibilities holding her back.

“Don’t yell at Val. You know you be needing somebody to check you Tricia. That mouth big as the Mississippi and you always running it,” Reana added as she applied her lip gloss while looking into her compact mirror. Tricia continued to sit there with a scowl on her face which brought Cymone amusement. Tricia was honestly a drama queen so the girls—besides Val—typically had to bring her back down to Earth. She would always pout about it for a few minutes and then be back laughing and playing around like she wasn’t mad. It was just how she operated. Val noticed the look on her face and opted to turn the radio back up until they made it to the club. Once they got there they all immediately groaned at how packed the parking lot was.

“Damn, we shoulda spent the night at this bitch,” Tricia cursed as she drove through aisle after aisle trying to find a spot.

“Smoke said we can park in the back next to him and Stack,” Cymone informed the group as she clicked her phone closed. Tricia made eye contact with her through the rear view with a small smirk on her face.

“Big Daddy Smoke making sure his lady don’t gotta park all the way in Egypt. I know that’s right,” she yelled out playfully while sticking out her tongue.

Cymone simply rolled her eyes with a smile on her face. She had finally broke the news about her new situation with the twins to Tricia and Val a couple days ago and Tricia was more excited than she was.

Once the girls parked the car they walked around to the front entrance so they could really make their entrance. Since they were VIP guests they didn’t have to wait in the line and pay the cover charge like everyone else which of course garnered a lot of ugly looks from people who had been waiting for God knows how long. They were escorted inside and to their section by one of Duke’s boys and not long after the bottle girls were making their way over with bottles, sparklers, and a sign that said If he look he took.

Cymone could only smirk knowing this was Stacks idea. He had been stalking her instagram page one day and called her trying to bicker about her using that same saying from the sign as her caption.

“The fuck you mean if he look he took?”

“Ain’t nobody else getting took round this bitch Cymone.”

“Keep playing you gone get a nigga shot.”

Two bottles of 1942 were placed in an ice bucket along with pineapple juice and Cymone immediately snatched up the shot glasses and passed them around. After each girl had a shot Cymone dramatically cleared her throat.

“Cheers to a summer we will never forget ladies!”

The girls cheered and shouted “I know that’s right” and threw the liquor back. Cymone grimaced for a short second before she soon fixed her face. Just as she grabbed some juice to chase it she felt a hand grab her ankle. Cymone quickly snatched her foot away in urgency and turned around to see none other than Rashad smiling like the Cheshire Cat.

“Here this fuck nigga go,” she could hear Tricia declare loudly causing Cymone to nod her head in agreement. Rashad had become insufferable over the last week with the constant calling and texting. After a while she had to block his number cause it had gotten that out of hand. She had also purposefully refrained from reporting his behavior to Smoke and Stack because she knew they would shoot first and ask questions later and she didn’t want Rashad to get hurt but at this point the nigga was asking for it.

“What you want Rashad,” Cymone asked and she folded her arms noting he was flanked on both sides by two of his homeboys.

“I want you but you actin like you don’t understand that. Blocking my number was uncalled for babygirl.”

“I’m not yo babygirl and yo number is blocked because you getting on my damn nerves. Ain’t gone ever be no us. Get that through yo thick ass skull!”

Cymone could see Rashad’s face begin to contort in anger but she truly didn’t care. Wasn’t no nigga gone harass her and make her feel uncomfortable because he didn’t understand the word no. She ain’t even play like that.

“Bitch who you the hell you think you talking to,” Rashad yelled as if he had lost his mind.

Why would he do that?

Before Cymone could even blink Smoke was behind Rashad with his pistol pointed at his head. A quick survey of the area and she noticed Stack at his side with a grin a mile wide and Duke standing behind one of the friends. She knew it wasn’t just them waiting on shit to pop off either. The whole club was full of niggas they ran with just waiting on the nod to really set shit off if Rashad or his boys wanted to get stupid and that’s the last thing Cymone wanted. Tonight was supposed to be drama free and about the twins.

“Who you calling a bitch nigga,” Smoke spoke menacingly as he nudged the gun further into Rashad’s skull.

“Sound like he was calling our woman a bitch to me Smoke but you know I can be a lil hard of hearing sometimes. Is that what you said Ricky,” Stack asked as he thumped Rashad continuously against the head.

“My name ain-“

Before Rashad could get his sentence completely out Stacks fist connected with his jaw. Cymone jumped at how fast he moved and from the corner of her eye she could see Val shaking a little. She quickly grabbed her hand and lightly squeezed. Stack squatted down over Rashad’s body as he lay on the ground clutching his mouth while glaring at the men standing around him.

“The next time I see you around her or see you even thinking of saying some shit to her I’m gone be yo worst nightmare,” he said as he punctuated the end of his sentence by tapping his forehead with his pointer finger. That same smile on his face but Cymone knew there was no amusement behind it. Stack slowly stood and took a spot next to Smoke who was now standing by Duke.

“Now get the fuck out our establishment. Before we put yo ass out,” Smoke gruffly as he tucked his pistol into the back of his pants.

One of Rashad’s friends immediately pulled him from the floor and they made their exit without a fuss. Cymone finally felt like could breathe knowing he was gone. She also didn’t realize she had been squeezing the hell out of Val’s hand until the girl began to tug away.

“Sorry stink,” Cymone said apologetically as she rubbed Val’s hand before dropping it.

“Sugar.”

Cymone turned her attention to Smoke who beckoned her with a nod. She stepped down from the section while telling the girls she would be back before following the twins to what she guessed was their office on the second floor of the building. Once they were all inside Stack closed the door and locked it.

“You okay,” Smoke asked as she grabbed her face and began looking her over as if a bruise would pop up out of nowhere.

“I’m fine Jesus. He ain’t do nothing but say some words. I’m good,” she mumbled as she removed Smoke's hands only to be turned and pulled into the embrace of Stack who was standing behind her.

“You know he worry bout you. You ain’t no fragile lil thang but you ain’t made of teflon either,” Stack spoke into the top of her head before he leaned back and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead. Cymone took a moment to relax into his arms and take a deep breath before she pulled away and turned to Smoke.

“I know you worry bout me Jah but I’m fine I promise,” she said as she flashed him an honest smile while throwing her arms around his neck.

She had been working on being more affectionate with them since she stepped into her new role as their woman. Some things still took some getting used to like the stares and the whispers from other people. Luckily anytime she felt herself getting worked up they were there to calm her down. Just as she began to lean in to give her man a kiss there was a knock on the door that broke her out of her romantic mood. Stack raised his voice telling em to come in and they were faced with none other than Cornbread.

“We got a lil problem downstairs. The nigga over the door let Mary in and Sammie went to go tell her she shouldn’t be there and she told him to get the fuck out her face. Now his lady and her friends down there bout to beat her ass.”

Cymone immediately dropped her arms and straightened her back the second she heard that name.

Mary

That bitch had been pissing her off lately too. Word got round to her in the suburbs that Cymone was with Smoke and Stack and she had been talking cash shit. Talking about how Cymone was a man stealing hussy and a tramp for being with two men. She was also spreading word that she was gone take Stack back as if she wasn’t married. Cymone had been itching for the day she finally ran into that hoe so she could stomp a Mississippi Mud Hole in her ass and tonight was her lucky night. All thoughts of Rashad has flew out the window.

“Angel-“

“Shut up Stack,” Cymone interrupted with her hand raised as she pushed past Cornbread and made quick work of getting down the stairs two at a time. Once she made it to the bottom she soon spotted her girls who were being held back by Duke and Sammie. This was perfect because they were so wrapped up in keeping Re and them away nobody was paying attention to her.

“No let em go Duke! I can whoop all of them bitches. You know Stack taught me how to fight,” Mary spewed out confidently as she eyed the women with a smirk.

“Well well well. Look what the trailer park drug in,” Cymone threw out as she took in her opponent. Brown hair straightened, black halter top, jeans, and flip flops.

Basic ass white bitch

Mary slowly turned to Cymone and let out a little chuckle.

“Oh I’m supposed to be scared of you too?”

“Heavens no! I would never want you to be afraid of lil ole me. Nah I want you to be so deluded into thinking I can’t whoop yo ass that you never see me coming,” Cymone stated as she slowly circled Mary just to raise the hair on her arms.

“Well I ain’t and I never will be. I mean it was your so called man that taught me how to fight,” Mary spoke with a smug smirk in her face as if that was supposed to rile Cymone up.

Cymone observed Mary quietly and from the corner of her eye she could see Stack making his way through the crowd. A slight turn of her head she could see Smoke watching intently from upstairs.

“See the difference between me and you is, I ain’t never needed a nigga to teach me a bitch ass thang. You run around this town tryna make yourself blend in cause of that lil drop of black you got so you fuck every nigga you can lay a hand on. However, the reason that nigga can’t get enough of me is cause he know I don’t need him. You really built yo whole life around a nigga that wouldn’t piss on yo ass if you was on fire,” Cymone spat as she could see the anger forming onto Mary’s face.

A hit dog bout to start hollering.

Cymone anticipated it before it could happen and just as Mary tried to lunge she was on her first. She grabbed the girl by the back of her head and threw her down. With her on the ground she sent a kick to her side that probably bruised a couple ribs if not broke em.

“Bitch you’ll never have the upper hand on me! I whoop hoes like you for fun,” Cymone yelled as she felt a hand go around her waist and snatch her backwards. She collided into a body but a sniff of their cologne told her it was Stack. She slowly turned to look at him. Her entire body was full of energy and her eyebrows were furrowed and here he was smiling down at her as if she was the next coming of Jesus.

Through the haze of her focus on Stack she could hear Duke yelling at somebody to get Mary out of the club. Sammie had found his way back behind the DJ booth and the sounds of BigXThaPlug crooned throughout the building shifting the mood back to a party. A hand on the back of her neck brought her back completely. She didn’t have to look away from Stack to know who it was.

“Go back with yo friends. Have some fun. I’ll come get ya in a hour,” Smoke spoke low. Cymone only nodded and trotted off back to her girls.

Smoke

Smoke continued to watch over the club from the balcony of the second floor. He had been behind the scenes all night making sure things were running smoothly. He was also making sure the money had been adding up and thankfully they were making a good profit for the first night. He knew every night wouldn’t be like this but as long as they had these days a few times a month then they had nothing to worry bout.

His eyes trailed from the door back to her. After Cymone’s run in with that punk ass nigga Ray and her scuffle with Mary he was worried her mood for the night would be ruined. Thankfully her friends were able to lift her back up in no time. He watched as she hopped up to dance to some Megan Thee Stallion song that had begun playing. She moved her body as if she wanted everybody in the building to watch and she had done her job because he couldn’t tear his eyes away. A couple seconds into his stalking she made eye contact with him and that smirk that covered her face let him know she knew he was watching all along. She bent over and grabbed her ankles before she began to throw her ass back onto Tricia who was screaming excitedly.

Dangerous.

He held her gaze for a few more seconds before Stack appeared taking Tricia’s place. Smoke put his toothpick in his mouth and decided to go in the office to get away from all of the rowdiness for a spell.

He sat behind his desk and let out a slow breath in content. After years of doing any and everything to make some money they were finally able to get here. Smoke couldn’t say he was entirely proud of the journey it took. They had to rob, kill, and steal but it was a necessary evil to cross the bridge to success in his eyes. He didn’t regret nothing and he just prayed when his time came that the good Lord would understand him. He was soon broken out of his thoughts by a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Annie, the chef they had hired, peaked her head around the door.

“Evening Mr. Moore. Just wanted to let you know we closing down the kitchen for the night.”

“Thank ya Annie and remember call me Smoke. Mr. Moore was my daddy.”

“Okay Smoke,” she ended with a chuckle before closing the door.

Smoke glanced down at his watch and realized Cymone’s hour had been ran over. He shut down the computer and picked up his work bag. The club was gone be open for another hour but he was honestly ready to call it a night. Stack was gone be closing down the club tonight since he was the more personable twin and had been waiting on an excuse to party all night. As if she could feel him thinking bout her Cymone was standing right on the other side of the door soon as he opened it.

“Hey there boss man. You ready to go,” her voice ran over him like molasses and he closed his eyes for a second just to savor it. He then looked down at her with a lil smirk before wrapping his arm around her waist.

It didn’t take long for them to exit the club and get round to the twins house. Smoke might have been speeding just a lil more since he was eager to finally lay with her and wrap his arms around her.

Him nor Stack had any plans for how the night was to go because they wanted her to be comfortable at all times. The last thing they wanted was for her to run away because they pushed too fast. What Smoke didn’t know was that Cymone, although cool as a fan, was a bundle of nerves waiting to explode in the passenger seat next to him.

Cymone

Cymone looked completely fine on the outside but deep inside of her there was a woman screaming to get out. Maybe it was the never ending shots of tequila that were raging her hormones but she had soon came to the conclusion that something had to give tonight.

As her and Smoke made their goodbyes, Stack informed them that Duke would be closing tonight instead of him so he could come home a lil earlier. Soon as he got done counting the money he would be on his way home and that was great for Cymone. Her plan was to wash up and put on her lingerie under her black silk pajama set she packed. Her brain still didn’t know if sex was on the menu but her body knew something was getting done tonight. It honestly had been long enough. Cymone hadn’t gotten any in about a year since she broke up with her ex right before Sophomore year started.

Inside their home Smoke gave her a brief tour so she could become familiar with the place. Everything about it screamed their personalities and she knew Stack put a lot of thought into the decorations from the album covers of their favorite rappers hanging on the walls to the dark hues of red and blue accents and the black furniture.

“This here is the guest room. You can put yo stuff in here and the bathroom is right across the hall. I’m about to go shower, if you need something let me know,” Smoke spoke before retreating down the hall to his room.

Him in the shower.

Cymone lightly clenched her thighs together at the thought of him naked, water running down the hard planes of his chest, his eyes closed in relaxation.

Breathe bitch.

Snapping out of it Cymone quickly grabbed her things and walked the short distance to the bathroom across the hall. Once inside she turned on the shower to the hottest temperature and put her locs into a bun before getting inside.

She let the hot water rain down on her skin as she closed her eyes. After a few more minutes she grabbed her washcloth and soap and began to lather up. As she washed her body she couldn’t help but to imagine what her shower would have been like with the twins. Would they be fighting over the water? Would they complain about it being so hot like most men do? How would they look at her?

The girl was wayyy past hot and bothered and somebody needed to put some water on the flames quickly. Cymone was jolted from her thoughts by a rough knock on the bathroom.

“Uh yeah?”

“Just wanted to let you know Stack was back. We gone be in the living room cause this nigga wanna watch a movie,” Smoke bellowed through the thick wood of the bathroom door.

“Okay. I’ll be out in a lil minute,” Cymone spoke shakily, almost feeling like Smoke could see straight through the door at her flustered figure.

Pull it together!

After 10 more minutes Cymone was out of the shower and dressed in her pajamas. She walked back into the guest room to put her clothes in her bag before making her way down the hallway back into the living room. The sight before her would have made a nun go against her celibacy. Smoke sat in the arm chair with one foot lazily draped over the ottoman as he looked down at his phone. He was clad in a black wife beater and some gray sweatpants. On the other hand Stack sat on their sectional with the remote in his hand. He wore a pair of black basketball shorts…..no shirt. If Cymone didn’t have any common decency to herself the girl would probably start drooling.

She slowly padded her feet into the living room before sitting on the right side of Stack. She took notice of him scrolling through movies on Hulu as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“You find anything yet,” she muttered softly, almost too scared that if she talked normally they would hear the desperation in her voice.

“Yeah. Y’all good with the Blackening?”

Smoke could be heard saying yes from across the room and Cymone quickly whispered a yes as well as she looked up at Stack from the corner of her eye. Stack pressed play on the movie and she felt the couch dip as Smoke took a place on the other side of her sandwiching her in. Cymone lightly clenched her thighs as the presence of them began to suffocate her. There was no way she was going to make it through this movie without melting into the couch.

She opted to lean back into the plush cushions just to get her mind off of the two temptations flanking her sides but that honestly didn’t help because they seemed to follow her every move. Stack leaned back with her and draped his arm across her shoulder and Smoke leaned over to his right as his hand mindlessly began drawing circles on her right thigh.

They got 20 minutes into the movie before she felt Smoke's hand slip to the inside of her thigh causing her to suck in a breath. Cymone didn’t know if it was an accident or not because his hand went back to its previous spot but she wanted it to happen again. She decided to focus her attention back on the movie but just as she got back into it Stacks lips were next to her ear.

“Why you so jumpy? The movie scaring you?”

Cymone let out a small gasp at the close proximity.

“No I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine. Look like you struggling with something,” Smoke said low although the whole time his eyes never left the tv screen.

“Struggling with something like what,” she asked breathlessly.

She felt Stack turn her head as he brought her in for a searing kiss that sent a jolt throughout her whole body. Cymone let out a moan at finally having physical contact with him and her mind went back to the last time they had actually kissed her.

Tonight she wouldn’t be stopping them.

She was so lost in the kiss she didn’t feel Smoke get up from the couch but she was brought back to him once he grabbed her hand to lift her from the couch.

“Come on Sugar,” he said in a tone she had never heard before. He gently led her down the hallway with Stack right on their heels. She felt her heart beating out of her chest almost like it was going into overdrive. The minute they crossed the threshold into Smoke’s room he stopped and turned to her. His face was ever so serious as it usually was.

“Are you sure you ready for this,” he asked as he searched her eyes for any hesitation.

Without a second thought she answered.

“Yes.”

Note: Hey guysssss!! Did you miss me?? I missed y’all too omg. Writer’s block had a bitch down bad!! So glad I’m over that hump. Well here is part 5 and I know I know fuck cliff hangers fr! But it was necessary 🤭. Anyways let me know what y’all and see y’all next time!!

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BIMBO READER MOODBOARD

BIMBO READER would easily described as “TOO MUCH” — such as too pink, too loud and too dumb. Pouty lips, long lashes, shimmering eyeshadow, pink blush and highlighted cheekbones.

BIMBO READER is hyper feminine. obsessed with self-care routine, taking care of her own nails and lashes, and leaving hair to the salon. (We love a DIY nail & lash tech)

BIMBO READER sex positive. open minded to everything as long it includes consent and safe protection to avoid the nasty diseases cause that’s not hot.

BIMBO READER social media icon and influencer already. Gives tutorial for skin care, how to apply lash clusters, and DIY tutorial on new nail set. (Plus shopping hauls on the side if requested)

BIMBO READER outfits/style involved pink and mainly ‘girly-girl’ fashionista. Often the mini skirts showing off her ass or thong if bent over, the small tube tops barely covering her perky ample chest, and paired with high-heels. (Skin-tight dresses and strictly low-rise jeans if necessary)

BIMBO READER smells like vanilla and cherries, soft yet sweet. Often carrying the travel sized perfumes, oils tincture, and lotion to stay smelling good plus skin soft. (Secret one time used vanilla extract if running out of oils)

BIMBO READER couldn’t live without her lipgloss, lip-liner and lip oils. Refuses to have dry and crusty lips, in fact kept all three attached to her keychain for ‘emergencies’

BIMBO READER 100% Sanrio girly >> Labubu girly.

BIMBO READER IN GENERAL

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beauty on a budget for someone new to the lifestyle?

since you’re only starting out, you’ll probably want to focus on affordable products and diy and at home beauty treatments.

you can get affordable skin care products from brands like cerave, cetaphil, and the ordinary. you’ll find all your essential cleansers, serums, exfoliators and moisturizers. you can order facial sheet masks in bulk cheap from amazon. you can also use aztec secret healing clay as a clay masque. skip the guasha altogether and follow a youtube tutorial for face sculpting massages instead.

good quality affordable makeup brands I used when I was nearly broke included e.l.f., nyx, wet n’ wild, maybelline, and makeup revolution. look into some other drug store brands within your budget and check reviews before you buy anything so you don’t waste your money. get generic beauty blenders and powder puffs, you’ll be replacing them often anyway so it’s best to get them cheap. you can buy cheap big makeup brush sets on amazon that’ll last a long time if you clean them regularly and take care of them.

press on nails and home manicures / pedicures will save you a ton of money and time. find a good manicure kit and pumice stone. buy a dollar store basin and some epsom salts to soak your feet. for press on nails I usually get mine from temu or brands like kiss and impress. if you just want to paint your natural nails, get a gel polish like l.a. colors color craze gel or sally hansen miracle gel. if you want to go the extra mile, invest in the supplies and learn how to do your own acrylics or gel manicures.

learn how to wax, shape, and tint your own eyebrows. you can buy an affordable diy wax kit like this one and use youtube tutorials on how to find the most flattering brow shape. (as a bonus, the hard waxing kit can also be used to remove unwanted hair on the rest of your body.) you can also find cheap brow tinting kits that usually last up to five uses at sally’s beauty supply and various other stores online.

if you want your lashes done, you can either get really, really good at applying a strip lash – my go to affordable brands are ardell and kiss – or you can invest in some bulk lash clusters and the falscara diy eyelash extension kit. figure out what lash placement will best compliment your features, then watch lots and lots of youtube tutorials on how to use it and practice, practice, practice. they take some getting used to.

when it comes to hair care, the very first thing you want to do is figure out your hair type with a quiz like this one and find what it needs to look and feel healthy. I have 2A hair, so I would pretty much always spring for nexxus for something moisturizing and lightweight, but I’ve heard great things about ogx, shea moisture, not your mother’s, maui moisture, l’oreal elvive, and garnier whole blends which are great for other hair types, densities, and textures. all these brands carry a wide variety of products from shampoo, to leave in treatments, to hair masques, to curl cream — you get it. again, read reviews. you can also use a cotton t-shirt to dry and plop your hair instead of spending money on a microfiber towel, and a satin scarf wrapped around your head to protect your hair while sleeping instead of a silk bonnet and pillow case.

if you’re into styling your hair, two of my favorite methods are heatless styling and blowouts. for heatless styling, you may not even need to purchase any new styling tools. I started out using this heatless robe curl method and eventually started doing other heatless styling methods like the ones on this playlist once I started buying more tools, and did styles like these when I didn’t feel like setting my hair at all. for styles that require heat, a highly suggest investing in a dyson airwrap – which can do pretty much everything – so you don’t end up spending even more on an arsenal of hot styling tools.

good luck, sugar

xoxo

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How do manage to look good everyday?

Shower first thing in the morning

Apply light daily makeup

DO YOU HAIR the night before

Invest in good skincare and BE CONSISTENT

Do daily workouts

Drink lots of water and coconut water

Moisturize your skin

Get your nails done or do them yourself

Make sure your teeth are white

Apply lashes clusters on the lash line

Wear pretty Colors

SMILE <3

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90s/2000s SOFT GLAM

PRODUCTS

Primer

Baby Powder

Tinted Moisturiser or a Foundation

Concealer

Pressed powder

Setting Powder

Brow gel

Blush

Black Eyeliner/Black Eyeshadow

Lash Glue/ Bonding Glue

Light False Eyelashes/ Mascara

Dark Brown/ Dark Plum/ Black Lip Pencil

Pink Lipstick or Pink Lip Gloss

Clear Lip Gloss

Setting Spray

TOOLS

Beauty blender

Concealer brush

Small eye brush

BASE

Apply primer all over your face (including your eyelids) and work it into your skin

#faithtip Apply baby powder all over your face with a powder brush for a long-lasting oil-proof base

Apply concealer to your under eyes following your eyeshape

Blend well with a small brush

Apply tinted moisturiser or foundation to skin

Blend well with a damp beauty blender

#faithtip: dampen your beauty blender with setting spray for easier blending and a longer lasting matte base

Take a powder brush and some pressed powder and apply all over your face

Now, using a powder puff or a beauty blender, apply loose powder to your under eyes following your eye shape.

BROWS

Brush through your eyebrows with brow gel

Fill in if preferred

EYES

Use black eyeliner to follow/ enhance the shape of your eye

There are tutorials on this blog that feature how to draw different eyeliner wings for your specific eye shape

You can use a brush to make your wing look softer inside but keep the outer part of your wing sharp.

LASHES

If you wear light lash extensions these next steps can be skipped

Curl your lashes then apply mascara

If you prefer, after this step apply light cluster lashes to your eye

If you choose a light pair of strip lashes, apply the mascara after putting on the lashes

STRIP LASHES

But for this step apply glue to strip lashes

Wave the lashes around for a bit so the glue dries a tiny bit and feels a little bit sticky

Place them on the lash line and adjust where needed (using tweezers or fingers)

CLUSTER LASHES

Strip lashes can also be cut into smaller pieces or use cluster lashes

Dip them into glue and wipe off the excess

Use tweezers to hold the lashes

Pull the top of your eyelid upwards so you can see underneath your eyelashes

#faithtip Wipe the glue on the part you are applying to then you can dip the lash in glue again before actually placing it underneath your lash

This make the lashes more firm and secure

Make sure it is not too close to your eye as this can be irritating

Fan your eyes if you can still feel wet glue

BACK TO THE BASE

Using a powder brush, brush away/blend out the loose powder, under your eyes

Blend VERY well, as the powder has been sat on your face for a while, so it will not move easily

After blending, for a more highlighted look apply a lighter setting powder to the inner corners of your and allow it to sit for some time, whilst you apply blush to your cheeks/cheekbones

LIPS

A common hack from this time was holding a lighter slightly close to your lip liner to melt it a little bit, making it easier to apply and slightly darker

Line your top and bottom lip

Appy a pink lip gloss or lipstick in the middle

Go over your lip liner if you must

Blend your lip liner slightly

Apply a clear lip gloss or keep it matte in true 90s essence

FINISHING TOUCHES...

Swipe away the remaining setting powder

Spray setting spray all over your face

...and DONE! xx

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where do u apply your lashes like how far apart do u seperate them/ lengths and where

i put them right next to each other like each individual cluster. and i do a long cluster on the outside of my eye, then fill the middle with mid length pieces, and in the inner corner a short length one

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Transform Your Look at Home with LashXtend’s DIY Lashes

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Closing Thought

LashXtend empowers you to achieve salon-worthy lashes—whether you're a DIY pro or exploring false lash options. Start your beauty journey with confidence, quality products, and clear instructions.

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Everything You Need to Know About Promade Fans: A Game Changer in the Lash Industry

When it comes to lash artistry, innovation never stops. One of the most exciting breakthroughs in recent years is the rise of Promade Fans — a product reshaping how lash artists deliver stunning results efficiently. Whether you’re a seasoned lash technician or someone curious about achieving fuller, fluffier lashes, this blog dives deep into what makes Promade Lashes so popular.

What Are Promade Fans?

Promade Fans are pre-made clusters of individual lash extensions that have been heat-bonded at the base and carefully arranged into symmetrical, fanned-out shapes. Unlike traditional handmade fans created on the spot during an appointment, Promade Lashes come ready-made, saving lash artists precious time without compromising the lash set’s volume or symmetry.

Why Are Promade Lashes Gaining Popularity?

There are several reasons why Promade Lashes have become a go-to choice for many artists and clients alike:

✅ Consistency: Each fan is crafted with precision, ensuring a uniform look across the lash line. ✅ Time Efficiency: Artists can apply these fans faster than handmade ones, allowing more clients to be seen in a day. ✅ Lightweight and Comfortable: Despite being multi-lash fans, they’re lightweight and designed to maintain client comfort. ✅ Natural Finish: They offer a soft, fluffy finish that mimics natural lash volume beautifully.

Lash Artist Testimonial “Switching to Promade Fans transformed my workflow. I can now complete a full volume set in nearly half the time, and my clients love how natural and airy the lashes feel.” — Emma L., Certified Lash Technician

Common Questions About Promade Lashes

Are Promade Fans Safe for Natural Lashes?

Yes! When applied correctly by a trained professional, Promade Fans distribute weight evenly, minimizing strain on natural lashes.

Can Promade Lashes Look as Good as Handmade Fans?

Absolutely. Many artists report that Promade Lashes offer the same — if not better — aesthetics compared to handmade fans, thanks to their precision and symmetry.

Do They Last as Long?

Retention largely depends on the adhesive and aftercare, not the fan type. With proper application and maintenance, Promade Lashes can last just as long as handmade sets.

Advantages for Lash Artists and Clients

Promade Fans aren’t just a time-saver — they’re a strategic upgrade. For lash artists, this means reduced physical strain from fanning lashes by hand, improved client turnover, and more predictable appointment times. For clients, it translates to shorter sessions, less time on the lash bed, and consistently beautiful results.

Client Testimonial “I was amazed at how quickly my lash artist completed the volume set with Promade Lashes. The lashes felt weightless and looked stunning for weeks!” — Sarah K., Regular Lash Client

Best Practices for Using Promade Fans

To get the most out of Promade Fans, consider these expert tips: ✔ Select the correct base: Whether narrow or wide, the right fan base ensures seamless blending with natural lashes. ✔ Use a quality adhesive designed for volume work. ✔ Apply fans evenly along the lash line to avoid overcrowding or gaps. ✔ Educate clients on proper aftercare to extend the life of their Promade Lashes.

Final Thoughts

Promade Fans represent a smart evolution in the lash world, offering the perfect balance of efficiency, quality, and beauty. As more lash artists embrace Promade Lashes, clients can expect even better experiences — faster appointments, impeccable results, and long-lasting, lightweight volume.

For anyone considering trying out Promade Fans and and Lash Brush, it’s clear they are here to stay, setting a new standard in modern lash artistry.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q: Are Promade Lashes reusable? A: No, like most professional lash extensions, they are designed for single-use only.

Q: Can beginners use Promade Fans? A: Yes! Promade Lashes are beginner-friendly and a great tool to help new artists gain confidence and speed.

Q: Do Promade Fans come in different styles? A: Definitely. You can find a wide range of curls, lengths, and densities to suit any lash look or client preference.

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SkynTherapy 101:

Lashes For Glasses

Yes, you can wear glasses with lash extensions. However, your lash artist needs to assess your natural lashes to see how long they are and how close they are to the glasses lens. If you apply the lashes yourself you will need to choose your strip lashes or clusters in this same manor. This method will then help you to know how far they can extend your natural lashes.

#KeepItGorgeous.

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How to Achieve Natural-Looking Eyelash Extensions for Your Clients

Eyelash extensions are a popular beauty treatment that enhances the length, curl, fullness, and thickness of natural eyelashes. For many clients, the goal is to achieve a natural-looking enhancement that beautifully complements their eyes without appearing overly dramatic or artificial. If you're a lash technician looking to provide the best results for your clients, here are some tips on how to achieve natural-looking eyelash extensions. For clients in Brighton, "Eyelash Extensions Brighton" is a service that offers the perfect blend of professionalism, style, and subtlety.

1. Understand Your Client’s Desired Look

The first step to achieving a natural look is to have a thorough consultation with your client. Understanding their preferences, lifestyle, and the look they want to achieve is crucial. Some clients may prefer a subtle enhancement, while others might want a slightly fuller but still natural appearance. Discuss the different types of eyelash extensions available and guide them on what would suit their eye shape, face, and natural lashes.

2. Choose the Right Type of Lashes

Selecting the correct type of eyelash extensions is key to achieving a natural look. For a subtle and natural enhancement, opt for classic lash extensions instead of volume or mega-volume lashes. Classic lashes involve attaching a single extension to each natural lash, which provides a more refined and delicate appearance. When applying eyelash extensions in Brighton, you may choose between various lengths, curls, and thicknesses to ensure a more tailored look.

Length: Choose a length that is just a few millimeters longer than the client's natural lashes. Excessively long extensions can look unnatural.

Thickness: For a natural look, select lashes that are similar in thickness to the client's natural lashes. Typically, a diameter of 0.10mm to 0.15mm is ideal for most natural lash types.

Curl: The curl of the lash can also affect how natural the extensions appear. C-curl lashes are perfect for a more natural look as they mimic the natural curl of most people’s eyelashes.

3. Customize the Lash Design

A great way to achieve natural-looking eyelash extensions is by customizing the lash design to fit the client’s eye shape. You can use different lengths and curls to enhance the natural beauty of the eyes. For example, applying shorter lashes on the inner corners and gradually increasing the length toward the outer corners can create a soft, flattering, and natural cat-eye effect.

4. Apply the Lashes Correctly

The application technique is just as important as the selection of lashes. Proper isolation and precise placement of each lash extension are essential to achieve a seamless look. Extensions should be applied 1mm away from the lash line to prevent irritation and ensure the lashes blend well with the natural lash line.

When performing eyelash extensions in Brighton, it’s important to take your time and apply each lash meticulously. Avoid clusters or strip lashes, as these can appear clumpy and unnatural. Instead, focus on spacing the extensions evenly and applying them in a way that mimics the natural growth pattern of lashes.

5. Use High-Quality Products

The quality of the lash extensions, adhesive, and other products used significantly affects the final result. Using high-quality, lightweight extensions that are made from materials such as faux mink or silk will not only look more natural but also feel more comfortable for the client. Moreover, a high-quality adhesive that dries clear and holds well is vital to ensure the lashes stay in place without clumping or flaking.

6. Maintain Proper Aftercare

Educating your clients on proper aftercare is essential for maintaining the natural look of their eyelash extensions. Encourage clients to avoid oil-based makeup and skincare products, as these can weaken the adhesive bond. Suggest that they use a lash cleanser to keep their lashes clean and free of debris, and advise against rubbing or pulling on their lashes, as this can cause extensions to fall out prematurely.

7. Regular Refills and Maintenance

Regular refills and maintenance are key to keeping eyelash extensions looking fresh and natural. Schedule touch-up appointments every 2-3 weeks to fill in any gaps where lashes may have shed naturally. This will help maintain the fullness and uniformity of the lashes, ensuring a consistent natural look.

8. Stay Updated on Trends and Techniques

As a lash technician, staying updated on the latest techniques and trends in eyelash extensions can help you provide the best possible results for your clients. Taking advanced training courses, attending workshops, and keeping an eye on the latest products and tools available in the market can enhance your skills and knowledge, enabling you to offer cutting-edge services for clients seeking "Eyelash Extensions Brighton."

Conclusion

Achieving natural-looking eyelash extensions requires a combination of skill, the right products, and an understanding of each client’s unique preferences and natural features. Whether you're in Brighton or elsewhere, taking the time to consult with clients, select the appropriate lashes, customize the design, and apply them with precision will result in a beautiful, natural look that clients will love. With the right approach, you can provide stunning eyelash extensions that enhance your clients' natural beauty without ever appearing overdone. Source: https://ibrowandlashesaus.blogspot.com/2024/09/how-to-achieve-natural-looking-eyelash.html