blending eyeshadow

Hoe Tips: Makeup Ed.

1. BUY YOUR SKIN TONE. Whether you have pink undertones or yellow, buy the product that balances your undertones and evens out your facial color.
2. Never highlight in the center of your forehead; instead, highlight just above your brow to ensure your forehead doesnt like like a four-and-a-half head.
3. Follow your natural eyebrow shape. Not every brow has to look ig fleaky. Also, when filling in, draw your hairs in fine, controlled movements in the direction of hair growth.
4. Always always always moisturize and prime before putting on makeup to make it last, and to protect your skin.
5. When doing eyeshadow, always do your transition shade first, then your crease, and then your lid color.
6. When doing a cut crease look, apply and blend your transition shade and crease. Then, trace ONLY your physical lid with concealer. Pat the concealer to blend, and before applying any shadow to your lid, APPLY TRANSLUCENT POWDER TO THE LID. This will make your color stick and last longer.
7. Wait a few minutes for your foundation to dry before applying any concealer or powder. This ensures a smoother finish, and makes the look last longer.
8. There are 2 types of concealers you need: one with an illuminating finish, for highlighting, and one with a matte finish, for coverage. Use the illuminating one on your T Zone, and use the matte one on undereye bags and blemishes.
9. Apply setting spray between doing your brows, face, and eyes instead of just one spray at the end. Itll make your face last a lot longer.
10. To avoid fallout, and to guide your eyeliner wing and creater a sharper look, apply a line of translucent powder at the outer corner of your eye in the direction of where you want your shadow or wing to go before you apply any eye makeup.
11. Curl your lashes before mascara.
12. Have a separate blending brush for your eyeshadow. This keeps colors from being overly pigmented and makes for a cleaner blend. I recommend ths BH Cosmetics eyeshadow brush kit ($9.99 on their site).
13. Wait until your mascara is completely dry before applying a separate coat to avoid any clumping or spider lashes.
14. Applying a thin layer of transluceny powdet between coats of lipstick helps to keep it on and pigmented (it also makes any lipstick look matte).
15. Use a colored eyeshadow as your inner corner highlight if you want a subtle colored look.
16. Let your face breathe; makeup is lit and I love wearing a full face, but you need to let your skin relax and regroup to avoid clogging your pores.
17. Applying a small amount of petroleum jelly or moisturizer to your cheekbones before adding highlight will give you a fuckin blinding glo✨
18. Never ever ever sleep with makeup on 19. If you want a more natural finish, or you want to lighten the shade of your foundation, mix your foundation with some moisturizer before applying.
20. Always use a slightly lighter contour shade on your jawline than on your cheeks/nose/forehead. If your jawline is contoured too dark, it can make your face look extremely unnatural.
21. Always wet your beauty blender before using it for an easier blend.
22. Always blend your foundation into your neck and your ears to make the shade look more uniform and natural.
23. The whole concealer vs. foundation comes first debate is still a thing, but what works best for me is this order: color correcting and spot treatment concealer (for dark spots, undereye circles, pimples, etc), then foundation, then highlighting concealer.
24. If you use eyeliner on your lower waterline, apply some black eyeshadow with an eyeliner brush onto your waterline after applying pencil to make it last longer.
25. If you’re ever in a pinch, or want a monochromatic look, use a pink/red toned eyeshadow as your blush.
26. Sort of the same as number 25, but you can also use a light, shimmery eyeshadow as a highlight.
27. Everyone’s face is different; theres a look for everyone. Experiment with different shades and shapes to find the look that you think suits you best.
28. Remember, practice makes perfect!!

Have fun with your beat faces, y'all❤

Dear Trans Women…

You are welcome,

Join our little toilet gossip session!
Tell me where you got that bomb ass dress from, as we wash our hands!
Let’s talk through the stalls!
Tell me how you did that beautiful hairstyle, as you fix it up in the mirror!
Join our little haven from that one pedo guy out there!
Tell me how bad those gorgeous heels are rubbing your feet, as I pass you a bandage for the blisters!
Let’s take a hundred mirror selfies!
Tell me how you blended that eyeshadow so flawlessly, as we talk over the hand dryers!

Because, you are ALWAYS welcome here.

lilacalosa  asked:

while getting ready for the exhibition skates, on this faraway corner victor is silently annoying the shit out of yurio and he suddendly yells "IT'S NOT A PHASE DAD". everyone is trying not to crack while yurio takes whatever is left of his dignity to a toilet stall to finish blending his eyeshadow

lmao that’s probably why he threw those gucci sunglasses at the crowd to piss victor off


Eyeshadow Technique For Hooded Eyes

Hooded eyes can be a tricky subject when it comes to makeup, but it doesn’t have to be! With just one simple sweep this technique can give your eyes lift, and definition whilst making them appear more elongated.

Step 1. After prepping the eyelids and tightlining the eyes sweep a shimmery, pigmented shade over the eyelid

Step 2. With your eyes open work a matte dark brown shade through the crease and blend

Step 3. Taking a darker shade than the one you originally used, hold the brush at the outer corner of the eye

Step 4. Gently drag the brush upwards towards your eyebrow to create a winged shape

Step 5. Blend out the eyeshadow following that same shape

Step 6. Take the same matte dark brown along the lower lash line

Step 7. Smudge a dark, black eyeshadow along the upper lash line as an eyeliner

Step 8. Smudge that same dark black shade along the lower lash line

Step 9. All that blending can take away the first shade you apply so reapply it to the center of the eyelid

Step 10. Curl your lashes and apply mascara to both top and bottom lashes.

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That Dumb Idea

Requested By: @yoyococo18

Based off a prompt list linked here

#7 “I have a dumb idea!” “I love dumb ideas!” #11 “Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” and #12 “Whoa what happened while I was gone.”

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Description: You and Zendaya had gotten invited over to Tom’s house, he was throwing his first “party.” You both arrive, a decent amount of people there and end up loosing Zendaya, but find Harrison instead, making the party ten times more exciting.

Warnings: It’s really cute, slight swearing, mention of drinking, skinny dipping????

Word Count: 2,783

A/N: AHHHH first Harrison imagine and it’s for my bff so I hope you enjoy ilysm!!!

Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

“Hey Y/N, did you get a text from Tom too?” Zendaya spoke over the phone, her voice echoing throughout your house.

You had just woken up, you were currently doing your makeup, you know the usual girly things.

“Yeah, something about him throwing a party?” You laughed, blending the eyeshadow on your eyelid.

“I don’t know what he’s thinking, he’s never thrown one before, but I’m intrigued to see how it goes, care to join me?” She asked in an amused tone, making you stop blending and think for a moment.

“You know what, sure, why not, lets see what he’s got, it’s not like he could throw one better than us.” You joked, making Zendaya laugh, causing you to laugh along with her.

Zendaya was your best friend, you both met on the set of Spider-Man Homecoming and instantly clicked, just like Tom did with Jacob.

However, Tom already had a best friend, who also was kind of his assistant, and that would be the famous Harrison Osterfield.

“I’m pretty positive Harrison will be there tooooooo.” She teased, making you scoff as you applied your mascara.

“I wouldn’t doubt it, they’re best friends Z.” You replied, this time making her scoff, which you weren’t going to lie, made you feel good in a way.

Ever since the filming of Spider-Man Homecoming, you started to have a thing for Harrison, you weren’t really sure at the time what it was exactly, but apparently to Zendaya it was obvious that you liked him.

“I’m just saying that maybe at the party this could be your chance to you know..” She trailed off, making your eyes widen and a laugh to escape your lips.

“ZENDAYA!” You screeched, making her laugh loudly, as you laughed along with her.

“I’m just saying!” She laughed, making you shake your head, even though she couldn’t see you, Zendaya had a good idea of what you were doing.

“I’m not sure if he even would feel the same, I mean he’s like Tom, they could get whoever they wanted, why would he want someone like me?” You questioned, applying foundation onto your face, before blending it in with your beat up beauty blender.

“Y/N, please, you’re gorgeous, he would be an actual dumbass not to want you.” Zendaya spoke seriously, making you sigh and shrug into the mirror, looking at your reflection.

“I don’t know Z, I just don’t see it ever happening.” You pressed the powder onto your face, locking in your foundation before adding the last few steps, before spraying your face with setting spray and spraying some perfume.

“I will take this challenge, and I will win.” Zendaya declared, making you roll your eyes and laugh.

“Alright Z, we’ll see.” You smiled into the phone, as you put your shoes and glasses on, grabbing your wallet.

“I’ll pick you up around seven thirty, so be ready, love you boo!” She spoke excitedly into the phone, making you laugh as you responded with an ’I love you too boo, bye!’ before hanging up and going on about your day.

You went out and got a smoothie and a bagel, before shopping for an outfit for tonight’s party, you wanted to look good.

You ended up getting a nice pair of jeans and a crop top, you knew it was a basic outfit everyone wore, but you couldn’t help but fall in love with it.

You then continued on with your day, buying some groceries since you were out, before heading home and getting ready for the party.

You decided to shower before the party, then put on your new outfit you had just bought, a smile on your face as you saw how it all looked on you.

You weren’t going to lie, you looked good.

You then did your hair, deciding to give it some volume by curling it, then touched up your makeup a bit.

You felt your phone vibrate, letting you know Zendaya was here, before you rushed down to meet her.

“Y/N! Damn you look like a million bucks!” She smiled widely, making you wave your hand, dismissing her comment, laughing.

“Thanks Z, you look amazing yourself!” You complimented, making her twirl and laugh.

She wore a vibrant red dress, making her look even more beautiful than she already was.

“Alright, lets blow this popsicle stand.“ She shouted, making you cheer along with her.

It took a good thirty minutes to get there, traffic being a pain, but you both soon arrived, the sound of music erupting from the house, along with chatter from people.

“You think he invited enough people?” You joked, making Zendaya laugh and loop her arm with yours, before walking up to the door, opening it and entering, seeing lots of people scattered everywhere.

“Wow, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be, but we’d still do better.” Zendaya smirked, making you laugh and nod your head in agreement.

You both walked into the kitchen, grabbing a drink and sampling a few snacks along the way, observing all the people around you.

Your eyes soon spotted Jacob, a smile forming on your face as you waved to him, making him rush over in excitement.

“Y/N! Z!” Jacob cheered, making you both laugh and hug him.

“Hey, what’s up?” Zendaya asked, taking a sip of her drink from her red solo cup.

“Not much, Tom’s party is kind of lame, I like yours better honestly.” Jacob admitted, making you both cheer and laugh.

“I knew we threw better parties, Tom just can’t beat us.” You dramatically flipped your hair over your shoulder, making Jacob laugh.

“But since you both are here, come with me so Tom and Harrison can talk with you guys too.” Jacob smiled, making your stomach tighten up a bit, you gave Zendaya a look, but she gave you one in return.

Jacob lead you across the house, out to the backyard where Tom and Harrison were talking to a few other people.

Jacob called out to them, catching their attention, smiles forming on their faces.

“Hey! You guys came!” Tom grinned, walking up to the three of you, Harrison following behind.

“Yeah, but it’s lame Holland, you tried to beat us, you failed.” Zendaya smirked, taking another sip of her drink as Tom gasped, placing a hand on his chest.

“I am offended.” Tom declared, looking between the both of you.

“Jacob even admitted it to us.” You teased, making Tom’s eyes widen, looking at his friend.

“What! Jacob!” Tom shrieked, making Jacob laugh and rush off, Tom following after him.

“I’ll go after them to make sure Tom doesn’t kill him.” Zendaya smirked, winking at you as you pleaded she wouldn’t leave you alone with Harrison.

But she did.

You then decided to down your drink, it was going to be a long night if that was the case.

“Hey Y/N, enjoying the party?” Harrison asked, his drink in his hand as he looked over your outfit, making you blush slightly.

“Eh, it’s alright, but it’s better now that you’re here.” You shrugged, the alcohol starting to kick in.

“I can agree on that one.” Harrison winked, making you giggle, which Harrison loved.

You both eventually sat on the edge of the pool, your feet in the water, drinks by your side the both of you just talked.

People had slowly merged to go inside, Tom was apparently doing Karaoke with Jacob, which was horrible.

“Oh my god, you’ll never guess what I just thought of!” You squealed, making Harrison laugh, turning his head to look at you.

You were clearly buzzed by this point, and so was Harrison, mainly why you both were so open with each other.

“Spill.” Harrison grinned, making you smirk and turn to look at him.

I have a dumb idea!” You smirked, wiggling your eyebrows making Harrison laugh.

I love dumb ideas!” Harrison cheered, raising his cup into the air, before taking a sip of it.

You bit your lip, a mischievous glint in your eye, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harrison, he knew you were up to something.

“Well you see, this dumb idea, it involves us,” You giggled, setting your cup on the ground, turning to face Harrison completely, “We’re going to go skinny dipping!” You smirked, watching Harrison’s eyes widen at your words.

“A-Are you sure?” Harrison stammered, unsure if this was the best idea, but you nodded rapidly, the smile never leaving your face.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, and what better person to do it with than you?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Alright then, lets do this.” Harrison grinned, pulling his shirt off, then his pants, as you did the same, until you both were completely in the nude.

“Now lets pray we don’t get caught, but that makes it even more of a thrill.” You laughed, before grabbing his hand, the both of you jumping into the pool.

You both returned to the surface, smiles on your face as laughter erupted from the both of you, you’d never been so happy in your life, and from what you could tell, neither had Harrison.

“Cheers to skinny dipping!” You shouted, as did Harrison, clinking your cups together before taking a drink.

You turned around to set the cups back on the concrete, only to be turned back around by Harrison, being trapped between his arms, your back pressing against the side of the pool.

You both looked at each other, emotions clear of how you both felt about each other, you didn’t need to use words, you both already knew.

In a matter of seconds you went from laughing and having fun, then to Harrison having his hands in your hair as yours were wrapped around his neck, your lips locked together.

You didn’t know how long you two had been making out for, you felt as if time had stopped.

You had even forgotten you both were completely nude, in the pool, at Tom’s house.

You both didn’t even heard the door open, that is until you heard someone clear their throat, startling the two of you.

“Oh my god, guys really? I know I told you to get some Y/N, but I didn’t mean in the pool!” Zendaya laughed, but was serious at the same time, her eyes wide at the scene in front of her.

You both hide behind the wall, both your faces flustered, but you both couldn’t help but laugh.

You heard Zendaya let out a gasp, finally noticing both of your clothes scattered along the pool, her eyes widening even bigger if that was possible, her mouth hanging open slightly.

She turned around, noticing Tom was on his way out to the pool, making her spin back around quickly.

Put some clothes on already, jeez! We have company coming!” She shouted, making both of your eyes widen as you both quickly scrambled out of the pool, doing your best to dry off, before putting your clothes back on.

You both rushed to get everything on before the back door opened, Tom walking out along with Jacob, who looked around skeptically.

Whoa, what happened while I was gone?” Tom questioned, noticing how you and Harrison were soaking wet, while Zendaya looked stressed as hell, unable to believe you both clothed yourselves that fast.

“U-Uh, nothing?” You questioned, glancing at Harrison who nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, w-what she said, nothing.” Harrison shrugged, watching Tom and Jacob to see if they’d believe them.

“Why are you guys soaking wet? Did you go in your clothes?” Tom questioned, raising an eyebrow, making Zendaya laugh, which resulted in you and Harrison both glaring at her.

“No, something definitely happened here.” Jacob nodded, looking between the three of you.

“Guys can I just tell them? Please!” Zendaya pleaded, but you both shook your head no.

“Will someone please tell me what the bloody hell happened?” Tom groaned, looking at his best friend then at you.

“If we tell you, promise you won’t kill us?” Harrison questioned, making Tom narrow his eyes.

“What did you two do?” He noticed Zendaya start laughing again, making his stomach churn.

“You see, it’s a funny story actually, uhm, well, you see…” Harrison stammered, looking at his feet, while you were biting your lip hard.

“They went skinny dipping!” Zendaya blurted out, making Tom and Jacob’s eyes widen, looking at the both of you in shock.

“Oh come on!” Tom shouted, covering his face in his hands as Jacob busted out laughing.

“It was the heat of the moment! We had a little too much and well, things escalated!” Harrison tried to explain, but Tom was already muttering curse words.

“If it helps, we realized we both really like each other.” You commented, laughing slightly as Harrison wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

“Dude I’ve never felt more alive, especially when we kissed, it was so good.” Harrison grinned, making your cheeks hot with embarrassment.

“Oh gross, shut up, I don’t need to hear anymore, I don’t want to know anymore, I just know I need to drain my pool now and get it cleaned instantly.” Tom whined, glaring at the both of you playfully before going back inside.

Jacob followed after, still laughing along with Zendaya, while you both stayed outside.

“I really like you Harrison.” You smiled, making his heart melt, he’d fallen for you since the first day you arrived on set.

“Trust me Y/N, I really like you too.” He murmured, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer, pressing his lips against yours.

You both stood outside for a bit, just kissing, while everyone else inside was dancing and singing.

You eventually pulled away, resting your forehead against his, smiles resting on both of your faces.

“Round two?” Harrison grinned, making you roll your eyes playfully, but nod in response.

You both started walking to the pool when the back door flew open, revealing an out of breath Tom.



Last week I shot with photographer, Martin Higgs on a new set of beauty images. We used to shoot together a lot, creating OTT beauty looks using mediums such as paint, treacle, prosthetics and Fullers Earth, to name but a few.

We thought it was time we got together again and produced some stunning work to update our portfolios.

I’ve seen this blown-out lip look trending recently, so I knew I wanted to recreate it within one of the 4 makeup looks.
I combined metallic pigments with Pearl pigments and used them in a variety of ways to achieve different levels of glow to the skin, eyes and lips.

On the décolletage I mixed the pearl pigment with water and painted it onto the chest, shoulders and neck. I knew once the water dried it would leave behind the pigment in an even finish.

For the eyes I mixed the metallic pigment with a mixing medium and layered it over a cream coloured eyeshadow. Then, I gently feathered a touch of pearl pigment mixed with a clear body gloss to the very centre of the lids so it would catch the light. 

I also added this same mix to the Cupid’s bow of the lip and to the centre of the bottom lip.

The rest of the bright colours were cream eyeshadows blended over the foundation which hadn’t been set. This means the product had some slip and made blending the products a dream!

The team:
Makeup - Shonagh Scott (Me)
Photographer - Martin Higgs
Model - Caitlin Burles
Retoucher - Stefka Pavlova


pairing: jimin / foreign ♀ reader
word count: 2.8 k
genre: angst, romance
warnings: portraying the characters the way i need them to act for the fanfic, please don’t think it’s how they really are

i would really appreciate feedback! feedback is always great to get back on something you worked hard on! thank you for reading!


part two: values 

Originally posted by jikookdetails

Jimin sees her as he’s getting his makeup done. She’s talking to his manager, a bag is swung over her shoulder and he wonders if it’s heavy. It looks heavy. He doesn’t usually pay attention to the staff, but something about her makes him pause and direct his eyes at her. Perhaps it’s because she’s foreign, or maybe it’s because he’s never seen anyone carry themselves with an aura like hers. She seems confident with herself, standing tall and proud. He’s seen many foreigners carry themselves with lack of confidence, but he doesn’t blame them. They’re often oppressed in the society he grew up with. He shifts his eyes to her face and wonders how somebody could be gifted such a smile.

“Jimin, can you look at me for a second?” Jimin is pulled from his trance and looks at his makeup artist. He knows his cheeks are dusted with pink, but he plays it off. He sits still as the makeup artist blends the eyeshadow into the creases of his eyes, the eyes that society often looks down on. He can still see her in the corner of his eyes. She’s still talking to his manager, her mouth twisting into a smile as his manager says something and makes some hand motions towards him and the rest of the members. Jimin finally looks at her again at the same time her eyes direct themselves at him. They make eye contact for a second or two, small smiles are exchanged, and then she directs her attention to the others. She bows slightly as she introduces herself to the boys. Her Korean is fluent and Jimin wonders if his mother language has ever sounded as beautiful as it did coming out her mouth. She looks him in the eye again as she stands back up. He catches a glimpse of her ears before she pulls the hair that was put behind her ears back to frame her face. They’re tinted red.

He’s about to say turn red himself, wondering if it’s because of him but he can’t seem to catch her eyes again,. Jimin isn’t sure why, but his mouth goes dry.

Her name is y/n and she’s his age. She takes breathtaking pictures that land her a job with the famous and well-known BTS. Jimin can’t help but stare at her when she’s behind the camera and taking his picture. The way her hands curl around the camera has him thinking thoughts he shouldn’t be. The way her mouth moves and forms his name before giving him instructions on what to do make his toes curl. When she’s finished and bites her lip in concentration as she goes over the pictures she’s taken he wants to capture the moment and engraved it into his mind forever. It takes her a while to glance back at him again, and he almost stutters when she tells him it was nice working with him. Jimin ignores Namjoon snicker as Jimin returns the words. Y/n doesn’t say anything about his nervousness,  she just smiles at him and continues to look through her work.

It takes Jimin a lot of nerve to try to have a conversation with her, in fact, it’s Taehyung who has to invites her to watch them during practice one day so he can actually talk to her. She’s running late at first, and Jimin feels the disappointment pool in his chest at the thought that she wouldn’t show up. Taehyung is about to tell him that she probably ran into some last minute job, when she stumbled in, apologizing because she got lost on the way to their dorm. It takes all of Jimin’s willpower to not trip over his own two feet as he’s running through their choreography and she’s staring at him so intently.

After they’re done with practice he gets a chance to talk to her alone. The others members practically run out the room and Jimin takes the hint and sits next to her on the floor. “That was really amazing, Jimin.” She tells him, and it’s the first time that his name has come out of her mouth and it drives him completely insane. He feels his mouth go dry and can only manage to smile, a shaky smile, and he bring his water bottle to his mouth so his mouth doesn’t feel like the Sahara desert. They sit in an awkward silence for a couple of seconds and Jimin is hating himself for it before she opens her mouth again and makes a joke. It catches him off guard at first, but then it processes in his head that an angel is actually joking with him and the next thing he knows he’s laughing and she’s laughing, and it feels so natural to just sit there and talk to her.

By the end of the day Jimin scores her phone number. He stumbles into bed that day, exhausted from practice, but he has a smile on his face because one of the contacts in his phone reads her name.

The next month is spent texting her back and forth. Sometimes they’re short and simple, asking her how she’s doing and if she already ate but it feels like winning the lottery to him. They’re about to hit two months of texting when Jimin sees something overseas that reminds her of him. He’s about to text her when he accidentally calls her. He goes to hang up the phone, but hesitates. He wonders what her voice would sound like on the phone. He’s pondering the thought for too long because suddenly he hears a quiet “hello, Jimin?” and he’s suddenly stumbling to put the phone to his ear. She giggles when he says he accidentally called her, but he finds himself talking to her for the next hour. He has to hang up too soon for his taste, and he’s wondering how to ask if they can talk on the phone later, when she takes the step for him. “Call me later-when you can- okay, Jimin?” He promises he will, face flushed and thankful that she can’t see his nervous state.

Jimin is certain that he wants to be more than friends with her. It doesn’t take long before Jimin realizes that maybe she doesn’t want to be just friends either. She gives him affectionate nicknames and he catches her staring at him when he’s not staring at her directly. One time he even held her hand to help her with something and even when he was done helping her, her fingers were still laced with his.

When he finally works up the nerve to ask her out secretly and she says yes he can’t help but feel like everything is coming into place. After dating for a few months, he’s already meeting her parents when they come and visit her in Korea. Everything is going amazing, but that night where he kisses her goodbye at her apartment and she pulls back she asks him a question that he had been avoiding for months.

“When will I get to meet your family?”

Jimin was raised in a society that’s like any society- it has expectations and has a definition for the perfect citizen. He was raised in that society and was raised under a conservative household. He grew up having an imagine implanted in his head by society on what was beautiful and who was beautiful. He’d have his fair moments of feeling society weigh on him, but he noted that there were people who got a cold shoulder. Foreigners or anyone mixed always got a hard time. Jimin wasn’t as aware of the issue as he expanded his mindset and started visiting different countries and noted the beauty within everyone - no wonder what their race or ethnicity was.

But when he started dating y/n he acted like he didn’t know what he’s parents would say. He’d ignore the issue and act like he didn’t know the judgment that was going to be casted. He knew if they went public it would result in the same fashion.

When y/n would bring up the topic Jimin would just pretend he didn’t hear anything or just tell her “soon”. Y/n didn’t expect to go public, she respected Jimin and his career. She knew it would bring him problems and his company finally allowed him to date someone on the low, so who was she to complain, knowing who she was going to be dating since the start? But being introduced to his family was different. She didn’t need approval of her family to date Jimin, but she wanted him to meet them because she could picture her test of her life with Jimin. As months passed and they hit their one year anniversary she was starting to become insecure. Did he not love her? Did he think his parents wouldn’t like her?

Y/n had experienced a lot of oppression throughout her life, and it was no different in Korea. She knew her beauty wasn’t standard beauty in Korea and encountered plenty of ignorance. It never crossed her mind that Jimin might be one of those ignorant people. He treated everyone with respect. She didn’t think he was raised by ignorance either, because often ignorance raised ignorance. Sometimes though, people didn’t reflect the ignorance they were raised to believe.

The night Jimin’s mother surprised him at the dorms and she was there it was like she was finally getting what she wanted. She shot up from her seat on the couch, ignoring the pounding of her heart and her sweaty hands. She shook his mothers hand, who looked at her confused, but still introduced her herself. Y/n heart sank when she asked Jimin who she was, but shook it off, thinking that she probably didn’t recognize her. She was about to tell her what she was to her son, when Jimin, who had been quiet throughout their whole exchange, spoke up. “She’s no one, just one of the staff members.”

Y/n only had one second to react, before Hobi shot up from his seat and asked her if she could help him in the kitchen. He noted the way her lip started quivering. She was only in the kitchen for a minute. Hobi tried cheering her up, making up excuses, but she knew now. Knew that Jimin was ashamed of their relationship.

“I think I’m going to head home.” She finally spoke, running her shaky hand through her hair. Hoseok looked at her, pity evident in his expression, before nodding. “You want me to say something to Jimin?” Y/n shook her head.

The ride back to her apartment was quiet and she wondered why she turned off the radio when one of her boyfriends songs came on.

She wouldn’t make eye contact with him when he showed up to her apartment the next morning. He had called her before she slipped into bed, chest feeling heavy and foggy, but she had ignored his call. He had messaged her after that, but she didn’t bother checking to see what it was. She looked the bedroom door in case he used his spare key to come in at night. Around midnight she was woken up by the door jiggling. She heard him softly curse. She saw the shadow of his feet in the crack underneath the door, but she still didn’t say anything. She just rolled over and continued to sleep.

He eventually left and came back the next morning. He didn’t bring up anything, just continued to act like nothing had happened. She couldn’t bring herself to say anything either, only nodded and responded to his questions with one word. Jimin knew she was upset, but he still didn’t say anything. He continues to fill the silence with small talk that seemed to get more desperate. Y/n would just nod, curling herself on the other end of the couch, arms hugged to her side. Jimin hesitated, but knew he had to do something. He inched closer and moved to touch her arm, but stopped when he saw her wince when his hand came in contact with her skin. He pulled back his hand and finally couldn’t bring himself to say anything else.

His throat burned with the need to belt out something. The ache in his chest was getting stronger and all he wanted to do was make things better. But he knew she wasn’t stupid. His parents knew that he was dating someone. But he had always avoiding showing them a picture of who and gave them them y/n’s nickname. That night when his mom showed up, y/n had stated her name, and he felt ashamed to feel relieved when his mother didn’t recognize her by her name. And he had blurred out those words before he could even think. He knew he had screwed up when he noticed the slight quiver of y/n’s mouth. But he didn’t say anything.

He didn’t say anything for weeks to come. He tried distancing himself from y/n for a bit to clear his head and decide how he could possibly explain himself, but when he finally realized that he was with y/n because he was the one that loved her, it was too late.

She had been waiting for him when he texted her that he was coming over. He knew instantly what was going to happen when she looked up at him and her expression was bare.

“I can’t be with someone who’s ashamed of me.”

He didn’t have time to think, she was telling him to leave her apartment within a couple seconds before she said the sentence that burned itself into his head for the following weeks. Jimin still didn’t say anything as the door slammed on his face and he was thrown into the complete silence y/n had experience those weeks ago when she was driving back home from his dorms.

Jimin doesn’t see her for weeks. He calls and texts her for the first week, but then tells himself to give her space. She has the right to be upset, after all. But when more than three weeks pass and she isn’t answering the messages or calls from their mutual friends who he starts getting worried. He uses his connections and finds out she hasn’t been able to work for the past two days.

He can’t but think something is wrong and ends up at her apartment. He still has the spare key to her apartment, and he’s surprised to see that it still works with her lock. He wonders if that means he still has a chance, but it dwindles when he goes in and her apartment is empty.

His chest is burning when he gets back into his dorm. He reaches for his phone and calls the only person he can now and can’t help but let out a sob he has been holding in since the moment he realized he had lost her.

‘Mom, I messed up.”

Y/n was moving into her new apartment when she heard a knock on her door. She was expecting a friend, so she opened the door before even checking to see who it was. Her eyes fell when she caught the sight of Jimin’s mom standing in her doorway. She was carrying some type of food in a plastic bag. Her eyes were red and puffy and y/n felt a pang of panic hit her.

“Is Jimin okay?” She instantly asked. Jimin’s mom looked at her, really looked at her. Y/n’s heart fell, expecting bad news, but instead her name left Jimin’s moms mouth. She went in without an invitation and sat in her couch nervously.

“I should have known it was you. When I came in that day, he was looking at you like you gave him a reason to live. I feel so stupid. My child has been suffering because he thought I’d disapprove. But I don’t. I would never disapprove of the woman my son chooses to love.” She goes to grab y/n’s hand and squeezes it.

“I’m sorry about this. I never realized that the way I let society and our beliefs impact him this way, I-” her eyes began to mist over and she was crying again.

“Please. Just talk to him. He wouldn’t say anything but your name. I just knew what had occurred, but he just couldn’t stop crying.”

Jimin’s mom didn’t say much after that. She simply wiped her eyes, handed her the bag of food, and told her that she was welcomed to her home anytime.

Y/n’a eyes drifted to the bag in her hand and when she opened it she was hit with the orama of her favorite dish. It was a traditional dish in her native country. Her mouth fell open slightly and she couldn’t help but blink rapidly, trying to avoid crying.

She didn’t know what to think anymore, but she knew she had to talk to him.

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Life Everlasting

Donovan, Elizabeth, James March x Reader

There was never a dull moment with your best friend Donovan and the love of his life, Elizabeth. She’s also referred to as “The Countess” by most. From the wildest parties to killing for blood, it was a unique friendship you shared.

1994 was when Donovan was turned. He went through a low phase of his life that resorted him to doing drugs and hanging around that blonde, frizzy-haired druggie, Sally McKenna. He couldn’t handle the dosage he injected, and luckily for him, The Countess was there to save his life and they’ve been together ever since.

When The Countess informed her brunette lover boy about being a blood sucker, he didn’t believe it at her first until she showed him her photos from every decade that she was lucky enough to be a part of as early as the 1920’s.

Of course, since Donovan was so infatuated with her, he wanted to be turned into what she is. And when he had a thirst he felt like he could never quench, she served him blood from her secret stash.

It didn’t take long for Donovan to tell you about his and Elizabeth’s nature. In fact, you wanted to become what they are because of the promise of “life everlasting”. Being able to live forever meant endless possibilities to you. Lucky for you, The Countess was more than willing to turn you since you’re her man candy’s best friend.

Rarely do you ever step foot inside of their residence, the Hotel Cortez because you were always out at parties and even traveling to all sorts of countries. But when you do step on the grounds of the hotel, it’s mainly you waiting in the lobby for Donovan and Elizabeth to come strutting out of the elevator.

You arrived earlier than usual today and you shot your best friend a text message about your arrival.

Donovan: “Just hopped in the tub. Feel free to come up if you want.”

Great. Knowing Donovan, he takes the longest baths and takes years doing his hair. You passed on his offer to be an occupant in his suite seeing that there’s a bar upstairs that you’d rather tend to. It was like a ghost town within these walls and the only sounds you hear is the music coming from the Blue Parrot Lounge. The lady tending the bar, Liz Taylor, isn’t a stranger to you as you know she’s been working this bar for many years.

“Well you’re a sight for sore eyes. How’ve you been?” Liz asked, sliding a napkin your way, knowing you’ll be ordering a drink.

“I’ve be great. I’m just, you know, waiting on my best friend who won’t be ready anytime soon.” You rolled your eyes at the thought of having to wait because you despise waiting on people.

“And what’s your poison for today, hmm?”

“I’ll take a Long Island, Liz.”

“Of course.”

All of a sudden, the air around you reaked of cigarettes. You no longer are the only customer of Liz Taylor seeing from the corner of your eye, someone sitting just 1 bar stool away from you. You couldn’t help but slightly turn your head to look and to your misfortune, it’s the one person you despise most in this world, Sally Fucking McKenna. When Donovan’s mom confessed that she was responsible for Sally’s death, all you could think was good riddance.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” You spat before taking a sip of your alcoholic beverage.

“Yeah. Surprised to see you in this dump.” She took a puff of her cigarette before insulting you. “Bitch.”

“Sally. You will treat this fine lady with respect.” The deep, male voice coming from behind you startled you. Sally responded by ashing her cigarette and leaving elsewhere.

“Thank you. Even though I had it under control.” You thanked the stranger who made his way to your view.

“Nonsense. It is I that values every guest that steps foot inside my hotel.” The man sat beside you. He was fair skinned, with a pencil thin mustache, groomed hair and wore a suit. Other than the tone of his voice similar to Clark Gable, the cigarette holder in between his teeth threw you off a little. It’s like this man used a time machine being fresh out of the ‘20s.

“You own this hotel?”

“Ah yes. Introductions are in order. My name is James Patrick March.” He said proudly as he gazed at the walls and light fixtures. Liz slid him a glass of whiskey and he took a sip, then brought his focus back to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You felt that an introduction of your last name was too old and formal for you.

“Might I ask, what brings you to my hotel?”

“Oh I’m just waiting for a friend.”

“I see. Do you care for a companion while you wait?”

“Of course of course. I enjoy making new friends.”

James shot you a grin before getting Liz’s attention. “Cleopatra, would you please get Y/N whatever it is she may need until she scurries off with her acquaintances.”

“What? No? I’m okay. I don’t mind paying for my drinks. Plus, it won’t be too long until my friends are ready.”

“No matter, dear. See to it that a stunning creature such as yourself deserves it.”

You almost choked on your own spit from James’s statement. No one as handsome as him has ever complimented you in that way and you couldn’t help but blush. You even crossed one leg over the other and straightened your back to look put together.

“T-thank you.”

The next few minutes led to you asking a handful of questions about James’s beloved hotel seeing that it makes him happy talking about it. He even listened in on your babbling about the extravagant parties you’ve attended in the past. But not yet have you informed him about your nature of being a blood sucker in order to survive.

You were too caught up in this bubble with James that you didn’t even notice your friends appearing behind you. And this time around, you wanted them to take their time because you wanted to get to know James more and more. After all, he is very charming and also good looking.

“James.” Elizabeth spat.

“Elizabeth.” James spat back, standing up to show his height compared to hers. You narrowed your eyes at the two in confusion for the sound of hatred for each other.

“All ready to go, love?” Elizabeth asked, gazing at you with those eyes covered in well blended eyeshadow and sharp, winged eyeliner.

“Huh?” You snapped yourself out of it. “Oh yeah let’s go.” Just as you were about to gesture your hand to shake James’s hand, he acquires your fingers, lifting it so that he could plant a kiss on your knuckles. Elizabeth scoffed at his gesture but you didn’t even noticed.

“Pleasure meeting you, Y/N.” James slowly let’s go of your fingers in his grasp as if it was a delicate object.

“Nice meeting you too James. I’ll see you around.”

As you were walking closer to the entrance and further away from James, you couldn’t help but glance behind you to take one last good look at him. There he was, his hands behind his back, still standing in same spot you said your goodbyes at, just watching you as you leave.

Once you passed through the doors of the Hotel Cortez with Donovan and Elizabeth by his side, you could already hear a car honking from a distance being it’s normal to hear every 5 minutes in Los Angeles.

James also didn’t leave your mind just yet and you couldn’t help but burden Elizabeth with your question. “How do you and James know each other?”

“Oh, just an old friend, sweetheart. We go way back.” Elizabeth shot you a quick elevator look, then brought her view back to the traffic as the three of you wait for your limo. “But, I see he’s taken an interest in you.”

“Are you serious? You’re kidding.” You crossed your arms in front of you in disbelief as you stifled a smile. The Countess has to be lying. But then again, when has she ever lied to you? She’s always been a very straightforward person with you.

“Really best friend?” Donovan scoffed playfully. “Only a fool wouldn’t notice.”

Wow. At first you thought James was just being friendly to you only because you’re in his hotel. But, finding out that he views you more than just that, even though this is the first time meeting him, brings butterflies in your stomach.

And now you want to find the soonest excuse to come back to the hotel Cortez so that you can resume your conversation with Mr. March.