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thebrowmasters · 2 years ago

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Profitable opportunities for beauty professionals with new permanent makeup trends in 2023

BrowMasters is recognised for their uber natural-looking results. They have served more than 1000 + clients for Nano Brows & Permanent Eyeliner.“Better late than never” is a perfect quote for India's Permanent Makeup (PMU) Industry which is about a decade late in catching up with the PMU trends in developed countries & is now gradually evolving towards advanced Permanent Makeup Services. Microblading on Brows & Lip Blushing have already made their mark through the correct use of skin-friendly pigments & sophisticated procedures. The upcoming Semi Permanent Eyeliner & Nano Brows (Machine Hairstrokes) are all set to dominate the industry & hence demand for skilled PMU professionals is also going to soar high.What is permanent eyeliner?

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What are Nano Brows-Machine Hair strokes? How is it different from Microblading?

Nano Brows-machine hair strokes is the next generation of microblading. This technique uses a softer rotary pen machine with a single needle to inject the pigment into the skin in a fashion similar to tattooing but much less deep into the skin & hence less painful. Microblading uses a razor-like tool to scratch & cut the skin then the pigment is filled into tiny cuts. Because the Nano technique does not cut the skin, it is less invasive, less traumatic for the skin & lasts 6-9 months longer than microblading. The major advantage of Nano machine hair strokes is that the strokes don't blur away and maintain their beautiful hairlike form for a much longer time. Hence, most microbladers around the globe are training to upgrade to this advanced technique.

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Be a student for life, and Ashmi truly personifies this. She is 17 times certified by the best international academies. BrowMaster's courses are amalgamations of all her international learnings. Truly these are the most comprehensive & updated as per global PMU Industry standards. And now, students from across the globe come to India to train with Ashmi. Once graduate from Browmasters, you can be confident in pursuing a lucrative career in the very satisfying & rewarding PMU industry, as many of their students already are. BrowMaster Graduates are some of the leading artists in their respective cities across the nation. The number of experiences defines the skill you carry. The course is backed by the practical experience of serving 5000 + clients, including many celebrities, foreign nationals & eminent personalities, receiving the highest number of client satisfaction reviews and recommendations (500++) on Google in India.

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Students can opt for the work with usprogram in which they can work on Live clients & can even explore franchise opportunities or utilise job placement assistane in their city. No one would want to compromise with the looks of their Face; hence, one should choose wisely whether you are scouting for Permanent make-up services for yourself or as a PMU artist aspirant. Don't be Penny wise and Pound foolish!!! For more details visit here.

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hausofsaturn · 2 years ago

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🩵you better hope her love is not a temporary high🩵

PRODUCT LIST

~base~

• eyes: e.l.f. 16hr camo concealer matte finish (medium sand)

• face: e.l.f hydrating face primer

~eyes~

• color studio beauty glazed: 4th color on 1st row, 4th color on second row

• rude cosmetics the roaring 20s "carefree": nice gams!, jitterbug

• bh cosmetics galaxy chic: electra

• maybelline new york lash sensational curvitude mascara

• paris hilton eyelash glue

• siyun show false lashes

~eyebrows~

• european wax brow gel

~face~

• believe beauty skin finish foundation (café)

• rimmel london stay matte concealer (shade rubbed off)

• fenty beauty contour (espresso)

• fenty beauty highlighter (wattabrat)

~lips~

• revelon colorstar lipliner (wine)

• e.l.f. retro paradise lip gloss (dream on)

#makeup #blue #red #AURORA #a temporary high #the gods we can touch

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dreamgrlarchive · 3 years ago

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🎀 dreamgrl’s current makeup must haves

makeup forever pressed powder

nars orgasm x blush

mac studio fix foundation

anastasia beverly hills dewy set

huda beauty new nudes

pat mcgrath divine rose eyeshadow palette

anastasia beverly hills golden orange loose powder

kiss lashes “so real” & “matte sheer”

huda beauty legit lashes mascara

buxom “clair” plumping lip polish

fenty fussy gloss bomb

natasha denona diamond and blush palette

iconic london pigment palette

#the prissy girl agenda #makeup #my posts

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awesomeredhds02 · 3 years ago

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lydiajervis

📸 @fgoff1 #redhead #redheads #redhair #red #ginger #gingers #gingerhair#ruiva #ruivas #portrait #photography #portraitphotography#model #redheadmodel #ukmodel #london #londonmodel#studio #curlyhair #curls #curlygirl #curly #curlpattern #editorial#blackdress #lbd #beauty #makeup #makeuptutorial #lashes

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ilyasorokinn · 3 years ago

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taylor's 2021 beauty wrap-up

here's a list of products i fell in love with this year. makeup, hair, skin, maybe some clothing brands as well. hope this helps anyone who needs it. some of these products i've used for longer than this year but i wanted to share cause they really are my holy grail products.

also, sidenote, i got a lot these in my ipsy, so i got little mini tester sizes, so i'm sorry, i really don't know where i get a lot of these products. and if anyone ever has any questions about makeup or skincare, please come ask! my inbox is always open!

makeup!

primer,

fenty beauty soft silk pro filt'r hydrating primer

sephora smooth + blur primer

revolution hyrdate & prime primer

elf poorless putty primer

any other elf primer

foundation,

fenty pro filt'r foundation

colourpop pretty fresh foundation

maybelline fit me foundation

loreal true match foundation

concealer,

tarte shape tape concealer

kokie cosmetics be bright concealer

maybelline instant age eraser concealer

nyx hd studio photogenic concealer

tinted moisterizer,

n°7 dual action tiner moisturizer

colourpop pretty fresh tinted moisturizer

brows,

sephora brow pencil products

anything from anastasia beverely hills

benefit gimmie brow

nyx the brow glue

blush,

benefit dandelion blush

milk lip + cheek cream blush stick

rare beauty soft pinch liquid blush

milani baked powder blush

pacifica blush & highlighter duo pallet

setting powder,

airspun loose face powder

loreal true match super blendable powder

highlighter,

benefit dandelion twinkle highlighter

pacifica blush & highlighter duo palette

anastasia beverly hills any highlighter palette

tarte tarteist pro glow to go brozner & highlighter duo palette

bronzer,

benefit hoola bronzer

physicians formula butter bronzer

tarte tarteist pro glow to go brozner & highlighter duo palette

wet n wild contouring palette contour

mascara,

maybelline lash sensational sky high mascara (waterproof)

covergirl lash blast clean

eyeshadow,

colourpop supershock shadow (anyone)

fenty beauty snap shadows #1

give it to me straight colourpop shadow

tartelette toasted shadow palette

eyeliner,

lottie london wing woman eyeliner

nyx super skinny eye marker

tanais starless night liquid kajal

setting spray,

urban decay all nighter setting spray

nyx matte finish setting spray

lip products,

fenty beauty lipgloss

burt's bees chapstick

auraphore lip repair

sugar fresh lip treatment

glossier balm dot com products (any of them)

skincare!

facial moisturizers,

target brand illuminating daily moisturizer (with spf)

cerave am facial moisturizing lotion (with spf)

holy hydration face cream

neutrogena hydro boost water gel face moisturizer with hyaluronic acid

facial cleanser,

the inky list (anything from them, not even just cleansers, literally anything and everything)

the ordinary squalane cleanser kiehl's since 1851 ultra facial cleanser

ceave hydrating facial cleanser (as well as the rest of their cleansers)

eye cream,

elf skin holy hydration eye cream

inky list caffeine eye cream

makeup melting/cleansing balms,

versed day dissolve cleansing balm

holy hydration makeup melting bombs

garnier skinactive micellar cleansing water

neutrogena makeup remover melting balm

and a good makeup remover wipe is any neutrogena makeup wipe

hair!

shampoo & conditioner,

any dae product

function of beauty

heat protectant,

waterless (waterless is the brand) heat shield protect & restyle

sun bum protecting heat protector

clothes!

brands i've been loving,

target (wild fable)

cider (online site)

thrifting (in-person & depop)

h&m

forever 21

#taylor speaks #taylor talks: skincare #taylor talks: hair #taylor talks: makeup

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eyelashcureuk · 1 year ago

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#lash and beauty studio london #eyelash extensions salon london #eyelash extensions London Uk #eyelash extensions bethnal green

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hazeltailofficial · 4 months ago

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4TH OF JULY FLASHBACK

Yes To Cucumbers Soothing Natural Sunscreen SPF 30 Urban Decay Naked Skin Foundation in 0.5 Revlon PhotoReady Concealer in 001 Fair Revlon ColorStay Aqua Mineral Makeup in Fair CoverGirl Clean Pressed Powder in 150 Creamy Beige Wet N Wild Color Icon Bronzer in Reserve Your Cabana bareMinerals Well-Rested Under Eye Brightener SPF 20 Too Faced Shadow Insurance 24-Hour Eye Shadow Primer Ulta Beauty Eyeshadow Quad Maybelline Eye Studio Cream Liner in Blackest Black Ardell Fashion Lashes in 105 Black Ardell LashGrip Lash Adhesive Nyx Wonder Pencil in 01 Light Urban Decay Naked Basics Palette (Naked 2 + Venus) Jack Black Intense Therapy Natural Mint Lip Balm SPF 25 Rimmel London Exaggerate Automatic Lip Liner in Red Diva Nyx Soft Matte Lip Cream in Amsterdam Urban Decay All Nighter Setting Spray Beyond The Zone Smooth Criminal Thermo Protect Spray Short Sexy Hair Play Dirty Dry Wax Spray Beyond The Zone Rock On Flexible Hold Hair Spray Red & White Skull Pattern Pin-Up Dress by Kill Bunny & from Hot Topic

Alternative Pin-Up OOTD Getting Ready Alternative Pin-Up Hair + Makeup

OOTD VIDEO BLOG POST GETTING READY BLOG POST

@hazeltailofficial / @hazeltail / hazeltail on youtube / hazeltailofficial on tiktok / hazeltailofficial on ig

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who-is-olivia · 5 years ago

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Who Is Olivia?

Harry Styles x OC

Harry proposes during the recordings of Made in the AM. [4.2k]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: hello! fine line is on the way and i think i might have a creative meltdown when it arrives, so i'll just keep posting whatever i please with all the beautiful content harry's ever brought to light. this chapter is a throwback to old school 1D fanfics, bringing the boys back because i'm soft and i miss one direction =) enjoy xx

August 2015

“And you will find me... in places that we’ve never been, for reasons we don’t understand, walking in the wind” he sings in the booth for the 8th time, then stands quietly for a few seconds to give her a clean cut spot. “How’s that?”

“You’re almost hitting the note, but it’s not quite yet” Olivia comes over to the booth, “If you put more pressure in it you might find the best placement, come on, do it again”

He rubs his frown in stress, it’s late and he’s tired, having Oli press him is not helping at all. “Don’t we have a take already?”

“We have, but you can do better”

“Come on, love...”

“Trust me, you can do better-“

“Can we take 5?” he asks Julian, who just shrugs. It’s already late, it makes no difference. However, Olivia doesn’t take it half as well as him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m bloody exhausted, that’s what, and having you... diss me every two takes is not helping”

“You think I’m picking on you?” she asks skeptically.

“I’m just saying you don’t criticize Liam or Niall half as much as you do me” he fires back in frustration. Instead of lashing out as he expects she will, Olivia waits for him to calm down and then spells it out for him.

“The only reason I push you is because I want you to give your best. If you want someone to pat your head and shower you in compliments, you’ll sound fine, but fine is also mediocre” he nods in agreement, letting his head fall embarrassed. At the comfort of that position, he almost lets his eyes close but he knows once he does that he’ll probably fall asleep. “We’re almost there, just help us out”

“Alright... I’m sorry” he replies with a small sigh and so she pulls him to a hug, letting him rest his head on her shoulder as she strokes his back.

“Forgiven” she leaves him with a small smile and a quick kiss, “Don’t forget to put pressure on it”

Julian starts the recorder once again, signaling to him that they’re rolling before playing him the playback. “And you will find me... in places that we’ve never been, for reasons we don’t understand, walking in the wind”

Oli waits for a couple of moments before grinning, “I think it’s the take, come out here”

After Zayn left, making the fifth album was insane. The four of them kept pulling to completely different artistic directions, Julian could barely help them with the singles so little he could give some coherence to the album. That’s when Oli decided to step in.

Harry knows he pales in the shadow of her abilities as songwriter, virtuosi and producer altogether so he willingly gave her the helm. At first, the other lads were uncomfortable with her command, fearful that this was one of Harry’s things he does for love, but surely enough Olivia proved herself to be very experienced. Harry always wanted to be an entertainer, but he never truly endeavored to become one before the X-Factor, however Oli’s been almost genetically programed for that, studying music ever since she could talk, studying every part of the process and also rubbing shoulders with generations of rockstars. She’s the woman for the job.

For their luck, Oli and Frank have been touring across America keeping track of One Direction’s leg in there, often making shows in the same city but a few days apart. To keep up with the recordings, she’s been making an extra effort, dedicating almost all her vacant hours to the album. As they often record in hotel rooms, it at least offers a place for them to pass out after endless hours of work.

“Check it out” she places the heavy headphones over his ears so he can hear the mix with the guitar base. Her whole equipment lies on the bed and over the tables, it’s the best she and Julian could assemble... at least it gets a really great sound.

“That sounds really nice” he smiles at her.

“See? I told you”

She takes all the material they recorded and starts mixing with Julian at their improvised studio. At some point, Liam and Louis decide to participate, leaving Oli free to rest after long hours of work. She curls up in the bed and immediately blacks out, making Harry feel a bit guilty – through all his hissy fits about exhaustion he never once considered how tired she must’ve been feeling, as not once did she bring it up. But now there’s no point in apologizing, he just lays behind her and spoons her back, holding her like a big teddy bear through deep slumber.

He wakes up hours later with her still unconscious in his arms. It takes a moment for him to realize where he is, getting up without moving her the slightest he notices Julian and Liam still glued to the computer. At the balcony, he finds Louis and Niall sharing a beer and laughing while the sun creeps up the horizon, so he decides to join.

“Morning lads”

“Morning, Romeo” Niall pokes.

“What’re you up for?”

“Trying to come up with something, we’re still missing a couple tracks” Louis explains, taking a gulp of beer. “You’ve got anything?”

“I always do, just don’t know if it could make it to the album” he mentions while resting his back on the railing. He keeps a writing journal full of poems ever since the band started, and in it he keeps great ideas that never saw the light of day. Recently, he wrote one that feels very personal and very cheeky... just thinking about it makes him laugh. “I don’t know if you’ll like it, but I have a really great one”

“How does it go?”

“It’s silly...”

“Why?”

“‘Cause I just play around with Oli’s name” they raise their brows, ready to mock him. “One of these days she was telling me something about alliterations or something like that, and I just played around with the phrase-“ he blushes, “‘I love Olivia’, because the L sound just bounces off. So I wrote a song for her that went I live for you, I long for you, Olivia, I’ll be now idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia... see? It bounces off”

“S’ a bit on the nose, don’t you think?” Niall comments skeptically but Louis is thoroughly entertained. “Using her name on the song, it’s not very subtle”

“We’ve got songs with names on them” he argues, playing with the glass bottle. “Don’t see why not”

“We better tell Liam about it-“

“Tell me what?” the man himself walks through the door to join his bandmates with a bottle of his own.

“Harry’s got a cool song for the album but it’s got Oli’s name on it” Niall explains.

“Is she cool with that?”

“She doesn’t know yet” Harry clarifies.

“Well, is it a good song?”

“It’s not done yet, but it has potential” he insists while noticing how much their confidence as a group has grown over the past few months. They embark on his idea without even hearing the full song, although they’ve been rewarded for their trust time and time again. Harry came up with some great compositions this time around, taking all his experience with the band and Olivia in consideration.

“If you want, you can make a demo when we get to London and show us what you’ve got. I think we booked Abbey Road for a couple of days”

“Alright, I’ll give it a go”

Before they start the British leg of the tour, they get a couple weeks off schedule which give Harry some time to finish the melody before actually recording it. The last shows of the American leg take place fairly close to New York, so he and Oli get to go home ahead of everyone else. Sadly, one side effect of touring for three months in a row is an empty fridge, making them drag their already exhausted bodies out of the house for their meals.

“Do they need someone for the orchestras? I know a guy who can help” Olivia tells, holding her Starbucks cup in one hand and Harry’s on the other.

“Thanks love, but we’ll record the rest in London”

“Oh, right! I forgot... shit, I’ve got to book a flight” she gets ready to fumble for her phone but he holds her wrist.

“I’ll get a private one, just chill, I’ve got this” he soothes, pulling her hand to his lips then smiling amicably.

She smiles back but it immediately flips into an irritated growl. “For fuck’s sake”, he turns around and notices a couple paparazzi snapping at them. When they notice they’ve been caught they lose all decorum and just harass them.

“Harry, how’s the tour? Are you taking a break?” one of them asks, shoving the camera on his face.

“Hey, back the fuck off-“

“Oli, don’t” Harry holds her closer, taking the sunglasses from his shirt and handing them over so she can at least cover her face. “Let’s get a cab”

“Have you been talking to Zayn?” another one asks.

“Would you please let us through? We just wanna walk” Harry pleads politely.

“Sure man, I’m just doing my job” a third one steps out of the way, helping him and Olivia reach a cab and leave the streets for good.

“77th with Central Park West, please”

Olivia watches the paparazzi stay behind as the taxi speeds by, “Where are we going?”

“It’s a restaurant beside Central Park, I went there the other day, thought you might like”

She smiles, “Look at you, all local and stuff”

“I’m looking forward to at least a year of vacation, might as well learn my way around”

“Oh, thank you, by the way” she returns the sunglasses which he stores in his shirt once again.

They disembark at Central Park, being faced with an enormous queue outside the restaurant they were set to enter. In spite of it, they decide to walk around anyway. The park is a couple blocks away from their apartment, a purposeful decision as Harry appreciates extensive morning jogs when he sticks around. Although they come from polar opposite backgrounds, they both grew accustomed to New York and truly built a life in the city.

“A little blue bird told me that we’re recording at Abbey Road next week... is it true?” she taunts.

“Yes...” she celebrates discreetly, “You’ve never been there?”

“No, never! I always wanted to record something there”

“And Uncle Paul never took you?” he mocks.

“Very funny” she scowls in return, pushing him away.

“You know, it’d be crazy to go to Abbey Road with a Beatle...” he pulls her back, “What do you say? I give you the Road, you bring the McCartney?”

“He’s probably busy” she laces her arm around his, “Uncle Jim used to say Paul and Ringo only show up if there’s a wedding or a funeral... let’s see which one comes first”

“Let’s see” he looks down, his mind immediately sinking deep in thought.

They’ve talked about getting married, they agreed to it months ago but they never made a move to officialize it. They didn’t arrange a party, invite their friends or consult a register office — hell, he didn’t even buy a proper ring. For a moment he frets she might think he’s given up, they’ve been living in good graces for three years straight, the only reason they’re not properly married yet is... inertia. Maybe, with the stars aligning and time on their side, he can come up with something.

“What is it?”

“Hm?”

“You got all quiet all of a sudden” she rests her chin on his shoulder, “What is it?”

“Just random things in my mind”

“Yeah, no shit!” he chuckles, “Mind to share?”

“Have you ever written songs about me?”

She frowns, “Not exactly... I usually write about what I feel, and you’re usually the cause of that but it’s way more complex than that. Feelings are a mix of all the baggage you have from life and a catalyst, something that makes you express that. Sometimes that’s you, sometimes it’s not”

He sighs, sometimes she’s humiliatingly clever, “That’s very... fancy”

“I know” she holds on to his hand, holding another over her eyes as the sun hits them directly. “Have you ever written songs about me?”

“All my songs are about you in some way, shape or form, I don’t even have a fancy answer for that” he takes his sunglasses off again and places them over her face, she mutters a small ‘thanks’. “And it’s a bit weird ‘cause I always want people to relate to the songs but I feel like they’re too specific, might as well just slap your name in the title” he suggests almost as an internal joke with himself.

“I think you’re not getting this right”

“Yeah?”

“Take Uncle Paul for example: he wrote a bunch of songs with names on them and people still relate to it. Like Michelle, Dear Prudence, Sexy Sadie...”

“I think they listen to it more like made up stories than like autobiographies”

“Maybe, but you see, these songs have a clear subject and yet everyone can be touched by the lyrics. When you hear Dear Prudence do you think about Prudence Farrow locked up in her room at an Indian meditation camp?”

“I didn’t even know that story” he admits.

“Exactly, and you don’t have to! ‘Cause when you hear Dear Prudence you understand it’s about going outside, enjoying the day and feeling good about yourself”

He ponders, maybe his song can make its way to the album like that: being based on this incredible experience he lives every moment they’re together but still describing something everyone goes through, “Yeah, it feels like that”

“See? And he’s not talking to you, he’s talking to Prudence” she points a finger on his face to prove a point. “The best art makes you feel personally addressed, even if there’s a name between the artist and the listener. You can quote me on that”

“Alright, clever clocks” he pulls her to a hug and presses a playful kiss on her lips, which extends to this sweet contact in the middle of Central Park. This last album has been challenging, it’s pushed Harry so hard he sometimes feels he’s not up to task as a singer, a composer or a producer. And having her beside him’s helped him realize all the things he can do as well as what he can be better at. He breaks the kiss but keeps his forehead pressed against hers. “Thanks, love”

“I can tell when you need a pep talk”

“Really?”

“Yeah, my left nipple starts aching” he laughs between them and curtly gropes her left tit.

“This one?” she pushes his hand away.

“Stop it!”

Their domestic week ends too fast, soon they’re back in London to record the rest of the album. Her words help him finish the song without any insecurity holding him back, in fact it inspires him so much that as soon as he gets to London he walks into Cartier and buys her engagement ring. He chooses a delicate one in rose gold with flowers engraved on it and a small diamond nestled between the carvings.

Today is the last day of recording at Abbey Road and he decides this is the day he’ll propose. However, to do it right, he’ll need a plan:

“Lou, keep her busy in studio 1” he instructs, gathering the four of them on a circle with their arms around their shoulders, almost like a football team, “mess up as many takes as you can-“

“That won’t be hard” he mocks.

“Liam and I will record the strings and the vocals at studio 3, remember, you have to stall her there”

“We get it mate, keep her in studio 1” Niall sighs tiredly.

“Right, when I call her up, you wait outside the hallway. I’ll play her the song and ask, if she says no... please, pretend like it never happened-“ Lou smacks the back of his head. “Ouch!”

“Stop saying that, focus!”

“Alright!... when she says yes, you can bring it on” they all nod excitedly, “Don’t forget to bring Frank up!”

“We’ve got this” Liam hypes, putting his hand in the middle so they follow. “3, 2, 1-“

“We push!”

The plan gets into motion when she arrives at the studio, leaving her coat at the door. She starts taking pictures of the lobby to send her Uncle, but as soon as she crosses the security Louis comes over and drags her to studio 1.

“Come on lass, we’ve got loads to do!” he pulls her by the hand playfully.

“Calm down, I can walk!” she groans but jogs behind him nonetheless.

While she’s busy recording Lou’s uncannily messy vocals, Harry and Liam greet a violinist that plays the sheet music for the chorus and the outro. They’re recording and mixing at the same time, hurrying to get a decent enough base for the vocals with what they’ve been working on for the past couple of days, skipping through compressors and equalizers just to get something done.

At the hallway, Niall is returning from the restroom when he catches Olivia sneaking out studio 1 to look for Harry.

“Oi! What’s up?”

“I can’t take this anymore, if Lou messes up one more time I’ll hit him with my shoe” she pulls her braids out of her face. “Where’s Harry?”

“I... I don’t think he’s here yet” he messes up the last few words. God he sucks at lying, and his hard accent doesn’t help one bit.

She frowns suspiciously, “You sure?”

“We can call him later, come on” he pushes her frustrated self back to studio 1, “we don’t have all day”

Few more hours pass and Niall replaces Louis in the recording booth to give her a break, they know he’s got the best intentions at heart but it’s not working a treat. Harry steps into the booth to record his vocals in one go, it doesn’t sound great but he can work on it better if they actually decide to put it on the album. He’s got a lot to prove with this song: for once, he has to prove himself as an artist that can make something incredibly specific and still relatable; and then prove himself to the band, even if it’s probably their last album he wants to be relevant in it. His songs were never really taken seriously, neither were Zayn’s, and he doesn’t want to thread the same path as him.

At last his input is enough, they get great takes and start mixing it together with time to spare — that is, until Louis rushes inside: “Lads, come on, she’s not buying it! Tell me you’ve got it”

“We’ve got it!” Liam replies enthusiastically but Harry holds him back.

“Wha- No! I-I haven’t got anything!” his heart starts racing as it never did before, the prospect of the big moment being so close terrifies him. “I’m not ready for it”

“Of course you are! Mate, you’ve been together for ages, this is just one more step” he encourages, holding Harry by his shoulders.

“Bloody hell... what if she says no?”

“She won’t say no!”

“What if she does?!”

“Then nothing changes! You keep on living your life just without a ring and a wedding date” Louis argues, crossing his arms casually as he tries do play it cool. “Now, can I call her in?”

Harry takes a deep breath and nods, Liam’s hands slip from his shoulder with a friendly pat. “You’ll be great”

They leave the studio with encouraging looks, leaving him alone and anxious in the vast studio. He pats his jacket to find the box safely stored inside his pocket, one more time he takes a deep breath. This is happening. The silence seems to extend for ages when the door opens again, this time for Oli to sneak in. Once he sees her it dawns on him what is about to happen, but he doesn’t panic... instead he feels at ease.

“What are you up to?” she tip toes inside and sits on his lap, pressing a quick kiss on his lips.

“Just checking this demo”

“Hmm, quite the professional!” she mocks, looking at the tracks. There’s too few of them, only one vocal track and three instrumentals. She’s about to mess with it when he holds her hand.

“Before you play... just bare with me, it’s not ready yet, it’s just a demo –“

“It’s okay Haz”

“– I know, but it just might not reach your standards...”

“Harry... look, I know how hard you’re working on this, I’ve watched you learn this bit by bit for years. I had a lifetime of learning what you learned in five years, don’t be harsh on yourself” she strokes his hair with a humble smile, as if she’s begging him not to torture himself about it. “Now, may I?” he nods in response so she hits the space bar.

The metronome count starts and a simple violin chord plays before Harry’s vocal kicks in blasting around the room’s sound system. Although she loves every piece of him to the bones, there’s something special about his raspy voice that gets her weak in the knees. She listens to it keeping her eyes fixed on the ground to better focus on her hearing. The first couple of verses are a bit weak, but she won’t say anything to an already nervous Harry. The following ones sound a bit better until it comes to the pre-chorus.

“Please believe me, don’t you see the things you mean to me oh! I love you, I love you, I love-I love- I love Olivia”

“Wait” she frowns at the computer, then the chorus progresses.

“I live for you, I long for you Olivia-“

“Oh my god...” her eyes turn to him in a bolt, he only smirks with those cheeky dimples of his and hugs her waist closer.

“... I’ll be now idolizing the light in your eyes, Olivia. I live for you, I long for you, Olivia-”

“Oh my fucking god...” he laughs at her reaction, covering up her mouth in a struggled gasp. “You didn’t!”

“I did!”

“When you’re gone and I’m alone you live in my imagination, summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation. I love you, is all I do, I love you...”

She chokes a bit at the lyrics, and that is the moment Harry chooses to get the velvet box from his pocket and show it to her. “Oh, come on...” she cries absolutely overwhelmed at the sight of that beautiful delicate ring. She was successfully fooled, in no way would she ever imagine that the sound he was working so hard on was for her and that it was also his proposal... still, all she can do is smile and cry at the same time.

“I think I’ve said it all already, but still” he starts, her reaction causing him to tear up a bit. “You said you wanted a ring, a speech and an ugly cry”

“I did, didn’t I?” she tries to say through a sob.

“Will you marry me, love?”

“Yes! Of course!” she cups his cheek earnestly and kisses him with all she’s got, leaning into him gently but with the sheer will of a hurricane. She breaks the kiss only to wipe her own cheeks and leave a strained chuckle, “I swear to you, one of these days you’re gonna kill me”

“No way, who’s gonna finish the album” to that, she can only roll her eyes. “May I?” he takes her hand.

“Please” she watches him slip the delicate ring on her finger, astounded by his attention to detail. “It’s so beautiful... everything Haz, seriously, the song is...” she huffs, absolutely speechless. Harry smiles in satisfaction, lacing her hips as she hugs his neck pressing herself completely against him, feeling his love irradiating from every pore.

“I meant every word” he whispers, cupping the back of her neck and showering her with small pecks on the cheek.

“She said yes?” they both turn to the door and find Liam, Niall, Louis and Frank lining up at the frame waiting to come in.

“Of course she did!” Harry answers smugly.

“She said yes!” Lou screams, sparking a big celebratory mayhem of champagne popping and flying paper around them. “You should’ve seen his face when we left, he was totally passing out”

“He was shaking” Liam adds.

“Thanks mate, cheers”

“Were you stalling me today?” she points to Louis in accusation.

“In my defense, I was told to stall you for the whole afternoon”

“Can’t believe you were all in it... how long have you been outside?”

“We got here when the music started, I gotta say... it’s really good” Lou compliments, handing them plastic cups of champagne.

“Really good” Niall joins, “We should put it on the album... I mean, if you’re ok with it”

“I’m more than ok with that” she laughs.

“Than that’s it! Just missing another three songs” Louis mocks.

“Can we take a break? Just got engaged, if anyone noticed" Harry shrugs, his inner egomaniac begging the attention to turn back to him.

"Cheers!" they join cups in the center an down the content of their cups merrily, then doing it again this time with Harry and Olivia crossing their arms to do so.

A/N: and that's it! just a small taste, i've got more stuff cooking, adore you has been driving me crazy all week but i'm still figuring out how it makes me feel and how it can become a story... you'll see xx

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Chapter Twenty

A/N: yo. so I'm back at uni and work is a little hectic. sorry uploads haven't been as regular, but I'm still loving making these moodboards. keep requesting folks. much love

Warning: angst, swearing

w/c: 2.1k+

Chapter Twenty

You winced as you walked to the kitchen the next morning. Bruises had formed overnight and left your skin mottled, hickeys punctuating them with with red. You still bore Ben’s handprint like a stamp of ownership. It stung sharply as you sat down.

“Morning my love,” Ben smiled, kissing you on the cheek. “How’re you doing?”

“A little sore. Sitting is… challenging.”

“Oh, but you took it so well, princess.”

“Be careful using that name,” you said darkly. It was reserved for very specific circumstances.

He smirked, then asked, “Can I get you an ice pack?”

You shook your head, “No, baby, I’m okay.”

He was particularly affectionate with you that morning, as he always was after nights like that. It was as though he felt he needed to make it up to you, despite the fact that you probably enjoyed it even more than he did. He kissed your forehead as he laid your breakfast in front of you, and stroked your thigh under the table as you ate. He glanced over at you often, and smiled warmly whenever you caught him looking.

“You look beautiful this morning,” he beamed. “Love looks good on you.”

A warm laugh burst out of you like birds from a cage, “That is the cheesiest thing you have ever said!”

You leaned across and wound your hand around the back of his neck, exploring the softness of his skin there. “But I do love you.” When your lips met it was like the setting sun on a summer day in London, golden rays illuminating the divine in what before seemed mundane.

“I love you too,” he cooed.

He insisted you stay in for the morning, so you sat at the breakfast table for hours. It sometimes still felt like a novelty to be able to just sit with him and talk, not through a phone or a computer screen, not worrying about wifi signal or your responsibilities. Ben’s hand rested lazily on yours, his pinky finger occasionally stroking the back of your hand. Every time he did it you smiled.

You were only interrupted by the buzz of your phone in your pocket, indicating an email. You wouldn’t usually look at work stuff while your were hanging out with Ben, but your body went on auto-pilot as you unlocked your phone and opened the new email in your inbox.

You froze.

The job for which you’d speculatively applied months ago, with a big studio in an expensive new franchise, full in the expectation that you wouldn’t get it so had therefore completely forgotten about, had just been offered to you. You had to reread the email four times to make sure you hadn’t got it wrong, or that you weren’t dreaming — which still felt like a distinct possibility because when Ben spoke his voice sounded so distant from you.

“Y/N? What is it?”

“I’ve been offered a job,” you said more to yourself than to him.

“Congratulations,” he smiled, squeezing your hand. “What for?”

“A new sci-fi franchise. It’s three films, back-to-back, with the possibility of promotion if they like me. The shoot starts in a month in LA.” Even saying it out loud didn’t make it seem more real.

“Oh right. Wow,” he said, distinctly unenthusiastically. Slowly, he retracted his hand, instead clasping it in the other on his lap.

“This is insane,” you laughed. “I applied for this on a whim, I never actually thought I’d get it.”

“Are you going to take it?” There was a bitterness in his voice that brought you back to yourself.

“I’ve only just got the offer through Ben, I don’t know.”

“But you want to, right?”

“Of course I want to. It’s an incredible opportunity for me.”

He huffed and stood, turning his back on you.

“Opportunity to do what? What are you looking for Y/N?”

The question stunned you, you had not anticipated his anger. He was supposed to be excited for you, but when he faced you there was fury in his eyes.

“You’ll spend probably three years in LA to become what, second AD? First? That’s the height of your ambition?”

“No Ben, but this is a huge step—”

“Step towards what goal? Where does you career end? You’re not trying to become a producer, so what?” he spat, venom in his voice.

“I knew you felt weird about that! I knew you didn’t get it.”

“No I don’t get it. I don’t get why you’re actively wasting your time.”

You gawked at him, your anger overtaking your hurt, “So you think my job is a waste of time, do you?”

He started to refute you but rage was already hissing in your throat. “Don’t go getting all ‘holier than thou’ on me, Ben,” you rambled. “Just because I’m behind the camera, doesn’t mean what I do is less valuable. I like being a PA, I enjoy my job. And I’m good at it. I like the rush, the variation, I like problem solving. I like working with creative people, even if some of them are pretentious arseholes,” you shot pointedly. “Don’t be so naïve as to presume we all need exceptional success to validate us.”

He rolled his eyes dismissively, “You know that’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

He huffed loudly, and gesticulated, “My career is here, Y/N, in London.”

“You’re about to go away for five months.” Your temper was starting to bubble like acid.

“That’s hardly three years!”

Barbed words scratched harshly through your throat, “And what exactly makes your career so much more important than mine?”

“What makes your career more important than me?!” he yelled.

You raised your voice to meet his, stomping your foot at the tears threatening to fall, “This isn’t about you.”

“It’s about us,” his voice cracked. He went ominously quiet and all you could hear was your heart thundering in your chest. “You expect us to last if you move to LA for three years?”

“Don’t you dare,” you whispered, tears now spilling uncontrollably down your cheeks, “Don’t you dare ask me to choose.”

“The choice is in front of you, I don’t need to ask,” he spat. With that he turned tail and stormed away. He grabbed a jacket and his keys and left you alone in the apartment that was once his. It wasn’t until you heard the slamming of the door that you shattered into pieces.

———

Who does he think he is?

You made yourself a cup of tea with a heavy clatter of metal on porcelain on marble. You had been oscillating between rage and heartbreak all day, with a barrage of tears accompanying you through it all. As the sun sank lower into the sky your mind rampaged: you couldn’t believe Ben had been so selfish, you couldn’t believe he hadn’t supported you, been excited for you. The fact that you had even been offered the job was a huge achievement but he hadn’t cared at all, much less encouraged you in it. He didn’t even entertain the idea of you going, and him possibly going with you — he could easily get work in the US, especially in LA, for a few years. Maybe he wouldn’t move permanently but he could go back and forth. You’d be long distance a lot of the time anyway, why did it matter if that was based in London or LA? But of course Ben had just fucked off and denied you any opportunity to even discuss the logistics. It was him or the job. No compromise. How could he even ask, when he knew what your answer would be? You had made it very clear from the start that you would never let a man hold you back in your career; it was the reason it had taken so long for you to tell him how you felt. He knew — he knew — what your job meant to you. Did he want you to leave him? Was he giving you an ultimatum because he knew you wouldn’t pick him? As much as you wanted to pick him, as much as you loved him, you made a promise to yourself long ago that you would always choose your job. He was well aware of that.

Of course he doesn’t want you to leave him, you’re being irrational, you thought to yourself, shaking the idea from your head. He loved you, there was no question. But he could bloody well come home and talk to me so I didn’t have to jump to conclusion, or at least answer the phone.

You had called him eight times throughout the day, and been consistently ignored.

The afternoon had well set in by the time you heard keys rattle in the door. You stayed sat at the kitchen table, staring firmly at the wall, until Ben rounded the corner and sat down opposite you.

“So you’ve deigned to come home?” you said bitterly.

Ben sighed, hanging his head, “Can we not do this please, Y/N?”

“Not do what? Not mention the fact that: one, you were a selfish fuck about something great that’s happened for me, and two, you stormed out for literally HOURS and didn’t think to return my calls! I didn’t know what had happened to you, I had no idea if you were even coming home. At all.”

“I’d never abandon you,” he refuted firmly.

“Really?! Cause it felt an awful lot like you just did!”

You’d been determined not to cry in front of him, you wanted him to know how angry you were, but still tears clouded your vision and left tracks on your cheeks.

“Look, can we have a rational discussion? I’ve been trying to clear my head all day — I didn’t want to come back until I could talk to you calmly.”

With a face like thunder you spat, “I am perfectly capable of being rational and upset at the same time. Do not try and tell me I am being irrational for getting mad at you.”

“No, of course not, that’s not wh—”

“I’m fuming Ben! And I have every right to be.”

“I know. I know, and I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did and I should have told you where I was.”

You stood in stunned silence, caught off-guard; you had geared yourself up for a screaming match, not an apology.

“Right,” you grumbled.

He rounded the table and came to sit beside you, taking your hand in his. There were grazes on his knuckles.

“We need to work on communication, right?”

You nodded.

“So I’m asking you to listen to me.”

“I can do that,” you whispered.

“I lashed out because I was scared. The thought of you going to LA for three years fucking terrifies me and I don’t want you to go. But I didn’t know how to tell you that, knowing what your work means to you. I didn’t want to ask you to pick me. So I was angry with the situation and angry with myself for not knowing how to deal with it.”

He sighed, heaviness settling into his bones. He watched his fingers tracing shapes over the back of your hand. “I just don’t want to lose you.”

“You should have been excited for me.”

“I am,” he shrugged.

You tilted his chin to make him look at you, “Don’t lie to me, Ben.”

Melancholy-tinged green betrayed him. “I’m trying to be.”

“What do you want me to tell you Ben?

“That you won’t go.”

You had been contemplating it while he’d been gone; whether to go or not. Of course you didn’t want to lose Ben, to leave him on the other side of the world. You’d already had a taste of long-distance and it was bitter on your tongue. But you just couldn’t pass up the opportunity. Sure, the big blockbuster thing wasn’t what you’d done before, or particularly what you wanted, but it gave you steady work for three years (in an industry where that was rare and precious) and possible promotions. Who knew where you’d be in three years? If you didn’t take the job not only would it feel like a betrayal of the person you had worked so hard to be, but you also knew that you’d forever wonder what might have been. And you’d likely resent Ben for not letting you find out.

“You know I can’t do that.”

He nodded, clearly not surprised but crushed none-the-less. Meekly, he asked, “So where does that leave us?”

You gnawed at your lip. “I don’t know.”

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queenmendes · 5 years ago

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new life chapter || pt. 4 ||

Summary: Y/N is a young actress; already one of the most known in the industry, She started out on Marvel, playing Feuer (Foi yer) Stark, the adopted daughter of Tony Stark; now with that coming to an end, she is ready to start a new chapter in her life. Who knew it would all begin with a livestream?

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A/N: Alright, I wrote this really quick and I’m shockingly happy with it because it’s fluffy, soft Shawn! Let me know what you think! xxx

Currently, you were in bed at your place in Toronto, just arriving back home three days ago; getting time to finally see your family and friends and relax from work. It’s been a week since the Met Gala, and it’s been a week since the many kisses shared between you and Shawn. The memory replaying constantly in your mind. He was constantly on your mind and it made you realize how deep you’ve fallen since meeting the rockstar. Shawn seemed to be feeling the exact same way because ever since that night, he sends you a good morning text. Throughout the day, you two are constantly texting and snapping. Night routine consisting of FaceTime sessions are now a regular thing.

Curly-Haired God: Good morning angel!

Curly-Haired God: Do you have anything planned for today?

Instantly a smile formed on your face as you read the message.

Fireball: Morning rockstar! I’m free all day.

Curly-Haired God: I really want to show you something, if you don’t mind?

Curly-Haired God: Completely understand if you want to stay home and chill though

Deciding on waiting for a few minutes to reply, not wanting to seem completely desperate because let’s face it, you were at this point for Shawn. Only about 30 seconds had passed. Fuck it.

Fireball: Nooooo, I don’t mind at all! Anything specific I should dress for? You reply. He replied almost instantly, making your heart flutter.

Curly-Haired God: Actually, it won’t take long at all. You can wear leggings ;)

Now you know he is trying to meddle his way to your heart; you wear leggings any chance you get, and he remembered that detail from when you told him in London. Quickly, you send him your address before rushing to the bathroom to freshen up, at least. Still got to make an impression, even in sweats. After fixing the birds nest you call hair, you added a light coat of mascara to your lashes and a little bit of gloss to your lips, making you look more alive. Quickly dressing into next leggings and a hoodie.

A knock sounded throughout the living room as you were gathering your phone, keys, and wallet. You rushed to the door, pausing for a brief moment and opened it. Shawn stood there, in his Harvard hoodie and black sweatpants. His curls fluffy and messy. God, he looks so soft and cuddly.

“Hi.” You softly spoke, smiling up at him. Shawn gave you a stunning smile back, stepping closers to pull you in for a hug.

“Hey.” He whispered, pulling you as close as possible. His nose nuzzled into your hair, and it took everything in him not to sniff it like a creeper. Shawn pulled away from you, his scanning over you. You watched his eyes light up at the hoodie you were wearing. The navy-blue color looked good on you, the big, white words: YOUTH making it better. “Rockin’ my merch, eh?” The blush that formed on your cheeks made his heart flutter. God, she is so cute.

“So, where are we going?” You asked, slipping on your shoes. Shawn just shook his head.

“It’s kind of a surprise.” Shawn confessed. He grabs your hand and leads you out the door. As you get on the elevator, he wraps his arms around your shoulders from behind; pulling your back to his chest. “How’s your family?” He asked, his chin resting on top of your head.

“They’re good. My sister-in-law just announced that she is pregnant.” You gushed excitedly as the doors open. Shawn smiles matched yours.

“That’s awesome. Babies are the cutest thing.” Shawn began rambling as he led you out the building and to his jeep. You break apart as you walk over to the passenger side. “Woah, woah, what do you think you are doing.” Shawn stops, looking at you like you have three heads.

“Uh, getting in the car?” You asked confused. Shawn just shook his head in disbelief; he gently moved you back.

“A pretty girl like you doesn’t open her own doors. I won’t allow it.” Shawn continues to shake his head, curls flying, as he opens the door for you. Shawn helps you into the car but before he can close the doors, you lean out to kiss his cheek. The blush on his cheeks giving you some pride. He smiles big as he rushes over to the driver’s side, getting himself situated.

The drive to the mystery location was quiet. A nice, comfortable quiet with the radio playing low. Shawn kept stealing glances at you, thinking he was being discrete; you saw each look from the corner of your eye but kept looking at the city that was passing by.

It didn’t take long before you were pulling into a parking lot. The building was two-stories and had no writing on the outside to tell you where you were. It looks almost like an office building. You look over at Shawn with a confused expression, but he just smiled. Shawn rushes to the passenger side and opens the door. You smile as you grab his outstretched hand, letting him lead you into the building.

“Where are we?” You asked as he opens the doors to the building. Shawn smiles.

“You asked, in New York, if I was working on anything new music.” Shawn starts, as you look at your surroundings. You look around in realization.

“Is this your recording studio?” You looked back at him. Shawn grins at you, confirming your question.

“I thought you’d like a sneak peek.” He said, before leading you down the hall, into a recording room. There was a giant, tech board that you didn’t even know what to call. A recording booth, and a giant couch against the wall. There were lights strung up and multiple tapestries as well. Any instrument you could think of was there.

“Really?” You asked excitedly. Shawn nodded, leading you over to the chair in front of the booth.

“Press this button when I say so.” Shawn guided your hand to the button. He stood there for a moment, looking at the adorable look of curiosity on your face. You watched as he went into the sound booth, placing the headphone on his ears. He jumps up and down, shaking his shoulder dramatically. You laugh but press the button once he gives you a thumbs up. The upbeat music playing as Shawn’s voice joins it.

I can't write one song that's not about you

Can't drink without thinkin' about you

Is it too late to tell you that?

Everything means nothing if I can't have you

You watch in awe at how carefree he is. His sings perfectly and effortlessly; completely content. Shawn looks at you as he belts out the lyrics; watching the emotions in your eyes. The way he was looking at you made you feel hopeful; that this song was written for you.

Everything means nothing if I can’t have you

“Well, what did you think?” Shawn smiled at you as he walked out of the booth. Despite his calm cover, he was nervous as hell. It didn’t take much to see that he was totally into you and he hopes you felt the same. The silence was killing him as he waited for an answer.

“That was amazing.” You softly said, turning the chair to face him. You stood up and walked over to stand in front of him. “Was… was that written about me?” You quietly asked, praying you weren’t overthinking the song. Shawn didn’t answer, which immediately sent you into a silent panic.

Seeing the panic in your eyes, Shawn placed his hands on your neck; thumbs gently rubbing your jaw. This stopped the mid-panic you were feeling. Shawn’s hazel eyes met Y/E/C.

“Hey.” Shawn softly whispered to get you out of your thoughts. “Every word of that song was written about you. Since that night I met you backstage, you haven’t left my mind. ” He confessed; you swear your heart was going to burst. Your eyes went between his own and his lips. Shawn saw your hesitation, and leaned down, gently placing his lips against yours. As your lips move together, one of his hands goes down to your hip, pulling you against. One of your hands goes to the base of his neck, gently tugging at the curls; your other hand is caressing the wrist that is cupping your face.

You pulled away, needing to breath. Shawn rested his forehead against yours, looking at you. You looked so beautiful. Your lips were swollen, and face was flushed but the that and light in your eyes made you glow. Shawn couldn’t help myself; he began peppering kisses all along you face, leaving no part untouched.

“You are so beautiful.” Shawn whispered as you lightly laughed from his kiss attack. You leaned up and give him a short, sweet kiss. Shawn responded immediately but whined as you pulled away too quick for his liking.

“No. More.” He pouted, puckering his lips. You laugh at his cuteness, giving him a quick peck before pulling away.

“Can I hear it again?”

“Only if you go on a date with me tomorrow night.” Shawn bargained. You smile.

“Deal.”

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