Makeup for Magick/Ritual p4: Litha - The Summer Solstice
Now that I no longer feel like lifeless goop, lets get this show back n the road! Litha! I originally waited so long to write this back in June because I was waiting for the Summer Goth Palette from Baby Bat Beauty to show up (it's even got a shade named Litha!). The have cool highlighters and the few metallic/shimmer single shadows I tried were good, but that palette was a nah.
Anyway, Litha, the Summer Solstice. The longest day and shortest night of the year, where we honor the Sun at it's highest point of power. At the same time, we honor the water as this is the time of year when we are drawn most to it, whether we're drinking it (stay hydrated!) or swimming in it. Yellows, bright golds, warm orange-reds, and blue/sea blues are good colors to reach for. However, bright rainbow colors carry over from Beltane. Think of the Sun's bright light filtering through a prism in a window and scattering rainbows all over the room.
The warm nude and rainbow palettes of Beltane are still in play, so I wont be including them in the list. Not my best photo shoot...
First! Tarte!
Tartelette Toasted Palette - It's really the perfect palette for that orange-red, fiery-nude, sun-scorched eye look that seems to be so popular at Litha (on social media, at least).
Be A Mermaid and Make Waves Palette - Fun fact, you can still buy this palette on the Tarte website, but you gotta use the search bar to find it. A good chunk of these shades a rose/nude rose shade of some kind, but no surprise. It's Tarte. HOWEVER! Some of the shimmers in this palette 1) would be really nice for a solstice eye look and 2) are just really pretty in general. "Shell Yeah" and "Mermosa" if you're leaning towards more Sun worship. "Lagoon", "Splash", and "Bubbles" are great for a look leaning more towards water and the sea. "Splash" and "Bubbles" are duochromes that make for a really nice single shadow look, as well.
BH Cosmetics is next!
Hangin' in Hawaii - One of the first Travel Series palettes I bought, specifically for the purpose of being my "light and airy" summer nudes palette. Is it my favorite BH palette? No, but I figured I'd toss it in.
Summer in St. Tropez - If you have this palette, you can definitely get a somewhat decent sun/water eye look from it. Maybe play with the two topper shades up in the top row to add something to it.
Trendy in Tokyo - Obligatory rainbow palette. Mhmm.
Chillin' in Chicago - Now called Amore in Amalfi, because BH are a bunch of cheeky little shites. This palette can lean Summer or Fall, depending on what other palette you pair it with. If you don't want to drop a crap ton of money on the Tartelette Toasted palette, this can give you a somewhat similar look. They're not dupes, not by a long shot, but they can give you that similar "sun-scorched" vibe.
Mimosa - If you already have this, you can get a good summer-sun yellow-orange look out of it.
Now for Give Me Glow!
Summer Vibes - This is an amazing go-to summer palette, solstice and beyond. Summery neutrals, sunny yellows and oranges, and a couple of nice ocean-blues. The metallic blue, "Summer Fling", has a really nice "Sun reflecting on the ocean" look to it. A bunch of the shades make great summer blushes too. If this palette is every discontinued, I'm buying backups!
Pastel Dreams - These brighter pastels can give off "sun bleached" vibes. Just as appropriate as bright rainbow colors.
Extra Spicy - Perfect for a brighter, more fiery-sun look.
Time for Juvia's Place!
The Masquerade Mini - The blues and green-blue in the top row, paired with the warm brown in the bottom two rows can make a decent "seashore" look that I like on solstice, usually with a pop of yellow in the inner corner.
The Zulu - A more summery rainbow palette. The turquoise shades are beauty!
The Afrique - Obligatory rainbow palette with a nice pop of gold.
The Saharan II - Does the same "Seashore" type of look as Masquerade, except you can go lighter. If I had to make a list of favorite summer palettes, this would be on it.
And now, ABH and Norvina!
Norvina Pro Pigment Palette Vol 2 - A decent amount of blues and couple of yellows if that's what your missing in your solstice look.
ABH Modern Renaissance - When I paired the matte pinky-reds with the gold shimmer, the first thing I thought was "Midsummer Fairy". And so, it made the list.
ABH Rivera - The colors in this palette lean more sun-bleached than a typical colorful palette. And again, I consider it appropriate for the sabbat.
"Our lord and savior, ColourPop!" - Theresa is Dead
Limoncello - It's yellow-toned neutral palette with a pop of green and a pop of blue. If you're leaning towards a more yellow-sun look, it's great! but if you wanna make a water-blue look, you're gonna need another palette. It's so damn pretty though. And the shade "Easy Peasy" is a dupe for the duochrome in the Natasha Denona Zendo palette.
Yes, Please! - I'd say stick to the first three columns for sunny, fiery Litha goodness, and pull in the last darker column for Mabon, but that's just me.
Dream St. - You know those scenes in movies, where they're trying to convey how sweltering hot it is by putting a sorta sepia filter over everything, and filming it through the heat waves coming off of the hood of a truck? Yeah, that's this palette. It always gave off that sort of summer vibe to me. So in the "sun-scorched" category, I guess?
As for specific CP monochromatic palettes; Blue Moon and Uh-Huh Honey are excellent blue and yellow palettes for water and sun looks. Also, fuck that yellow pressed glitter.
On to the solo palettes!
Urban Decay Beached Palette - Though it's got a couple ocean blues, it's better for the sun-scorched eye look.
Glamlite Ice Cream Dream Palette - A brighter pastel rainbow palette, and some shades can read 'sun-bleached", so that works great!
Too Faced Life's a Festival Palette - A bunch of fun, summery duochromes and shimmers, though the more yellow "Fun in the Sun" and "Beamin'" would be the ones I reach for for Litha.
Now the single shadows!
The top five are from Shroud Cosmetics. The middle three are from Terra Moons Cosmetics. And the bottom seven are from Looxi Beauty. As you can tell, my singles lean more towards watery blue-greens and less towards the for fiery sun colors.
Shroud Cosmetics
Ignite (fiery copper)
Vigil (yellow-gold)
Oracle (champagne gold)
Sea of Ghosts (a denim blue-based shimmer with a gold/green shift)
Azura (teal blue with a green shift)
Terra Moons Cosmetics
Skyfall (sky blue with a silver and lavender duochrome)
Meteorite (a golden, pink shimmer with hints of green)
Festival (vivid blue with gold shifts)
Looxi Beauty
Sleep Forever (turquoise blue)
Nectar (golden yellow with shifts of green, blue, and orange)
Catty-Pillar (orange with shifts of pink, teal, gold, and purple)
Dream On (aqua blue with a silver sheen)
Siren of the Sea (aqua, blue, green, and gold)
Slurp! (turquoise with a slight green shift)
Donner (blue with gold reflect)
Now onto the Give Me Glow singles. I'm doing something a bit different this time. Here's the concept:
All of my eyeshadow palettes have mysteriously disappeared and all I have left are my GMG singles. Now I have to use only those singles to curate a palette for the holiday. So mu curated GMG Litha palette is:
First (Top) Row: TBT, Fierce, Sweet Tea, Cream Lace, Cream Please
Second Row: Chili, West Coast, Spiked Punch, Havana, Peach Glaze
Third Row: Starboy, Sky High, Bubbles, My Sunshine, Beach Bum
Fourth Row: High By the Beach, Seaside, Mojito, Deep Waters, Halo
And that's it for Litha! Whoo.. Shop your stash and share your picks for Summer Solstice! Next I'll get the Lammas one done and dusted. Then once Henri fucks off, I can get started and Mabon! Lets go!
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“Love in _____” series
❀ chapter 4: reader x jeno
❀ friends to lovers
❀ alerts: fluff, tinge of angst, language, suggestive, making out
❀ song rec: “somebody to you” by the vamps ft. demi lovato
Just splendid. The moment you had stepped onto the streets outside of the Los Angeles airport, you groaned at the piece of gum that clung to the bottom of your new high tops- a going away gift from your parents. They were overjoyed that you’d be interning at one of the biggest independent film studios as a makeup assistant- even more than you were. In your free time, you’d read magazines about the year’s top 20 cosmetic brands and brush techniques that were applied on Hollywood’s biggest celebrities. Some of your friends claimed that being a makeup artist wasn’t being an artist in itself. To you, it was the exact opposite. Makeup had the power to beautify and transform even when the canvas was already beautiful.
So far, you didn’t feel the excitement yet. The air smelt foggy, grey clouds hung above the city in a clump, and you taxi driver had no interest to indulge in your conversation at all. You sat in the back seat, gazing out the car window as you watched the city blur past you. You passed the Hollywood sign that perched on it’s mountain and the palm trees that lined rodeo drive- cars parked on every meter of the block. As your playlist shuffled on, you couldn’t believe you managed to make it to California by yourself.
After your taxi driver dropped you off at your air b and b, you settled yourself in the studio space: a cozy bedroom complete with a bathroom and living room area. Much bigger than your room back home, you didn’t complain at all. That evening, you decided to go grocery shopping as you cooked an adequate meal for yourself- excited jitters bouncing in your stomach. Tomorrow would be your first day at the studio. You promised yourself you’d give it all you’ve got.
“Where is Matthew?!”
You stare back at a woman who’s dressed in a tight pencil skirt and white button-up as she continues to yell at you, “Are you Matthew?!”
Confusedly, you look around the film warehouse, “No- I-”
She turns to the left of you, stepping around you, “Matthew! You over there! Get on the coffee orders for the screenwriting team!”
A few fairs fall out of the woman’s perfect bun, her chest heaving from yelling, “Are you the new makeup assistant?”
Nodding at her, you speak, “Yeah. I am-”
“I don’t care who you are. Go report to Constance, she’s in aisle 4.”
Just like that, the woman leaves you standing in shock. You had interned with other film studios before, yet they all had welcomed you with soft-spoken voices and smiles. You were in Hollywood now, the epicenter of film and pop culture. It was no brainer that people seemed more abrasive. Eventually, you made your way to aisle 4- the cosmetics department. A girl no older than you stood by a row of vanities that made her darker-toned skin glow in the violet light that radiated from the mirrors. She was organizing an array of brushes, palettes, and hair products as she tied her hair into a loose braid. Black frames cover her eyebrows as they sit on the bridge of her nose, she wears a black uniform.
You lightly tap her on the shoulder, “Uh, hi. Could you point me in the direction of Constance?”
She turns to you, a smile gracing her mauve lips, “Are you y/n? The new assistant?”
You nod, “Yes, that’s me!”
Sweeping her braid over her shoulder, she replies, “Constance is out getting lunch for us right now but I’d be happy to take you around the studio? My name’s Terra!”
Reaching out your hand, you shake Terra’s hand firmly, “I’d love that.”
You ask her, “So what do you do?”
Adjusting her glasses, Terra chuckles, “I’m Constance’s personal secretary. I help train the newcomers, organize her schedule, and book her clients. I’m sure we’ll be working together very often.”
“Thank you for showing me around, I was really nervous when I first got here. Someone thought I was Matthew?”
Terra eyes you knowingly, “Was she a woman about yea tall, office outfit and had a bellowing voice?”
Nodding, you laugh, “Sounds like a perfect description.”
“Don’t mind Valencia. She's a handful. She intimidated me until I found out that she just worked for PR. She likes to be bossy.”
As you and Terra breeze through the aisles, Terra gives you a tour through each of the studio’s sections. First was screenwriting and producing, the director’s office, and costume/set design. You continued to keep up with her, people waving to Terra with a bright smile as she told you stories and funny moments that occurred within the departments.
“Don’t tick off anyone from PR, they’ll give you an earful. If you want snacks, go to screenwriting because they like to keep the clients happy and full. If you want to talk to someone about a problem with work, the board office is over there.”
Nodding along, she leads you to a set that rests in the corner of the warehouse. Your eyes trail over the numerous light stands and propped up green screens, wires scattering like a web on the ground. With a blurry flash, a boy comes into view. When you look up, you don’t expect to be met with such a handsome boy. He wears a pair of black dress pants and a flaming red jacket, his dark auburn hair gelled back. You take note of the sharpness of his jaw and the way his features harden in the spotlight, “Terra! What’s up?”
Terra socks a punch into the boy’s arm, “Jeno, there’s someone I want you to meet.”
Terra turns to you, her eyes motioning towards Jeno before he smiles at you, his eyes curling into crescent moons, “Who might you be?”
You barely choke on your words, “H-hi, my name’s y/n..”
Jeno extends his hand to you, you feel the texture of his callous fingers on your skin- a blush creeps onto your cheeks unwillingly. He’s still smiling at you, “My name’s Jeno. Welcome to Sunfire studios.”
Terra bumps her elbow at your arm, “Y/n’s gonna have to go through the whole process just like the old days.”
Chuckling, Jeno runs his fingers through his dark hair, “We did it, everyone’s gotta I assume.”
Terra places a hand on Jeno’s shoulder, “Well, we’ll leave you to your project. See you, hotshot.”
“Later, Terra. Good meeting you, y/n. See you around?”
You nod a little too quickly, “Yeah-right- Jeno?”
Jeno grunts in agreement before disappearing behind a set of double doors by the green screen. Terra tugs you along, her eyebrows wiggling, “So, what did you think of everything?”
You chuckle at her, “Everything seems great. I'm really excited to be here.”
Terra eyes you, “Any burning questions you have for me?”
At first, you try to decide against it. With a random surge of confidence, your question comes out in a sputter of words, “N-not that it’s my business but are you with Jeno?”
Terra raises her brows suggestively, eyes widening, “Really?”
You squeak, “Uh, yes?”
Terra bursts out into violent laughter, “Jeno and I are just good partners- we’re friends. Plus, I’m more into girls anyway.”
You breath hitches in your throat, “Oh.”
“What, don’t seem like it?”
You wave your hands in the air at her, “No! No, it’s not that. I just thought seeing you two, you were-”
A sinister smile creeps onto Terra’s face, “I see what it is. You have a crush on Jeno, don't you?”
Shaking your head wildly, you almost manage to spit in her face, “No! I- that’s not it!”
Terra gives you a slap on the back as if you were old friends, “Not to worry- every newcomer experiences a crush on Jeno.”
You pause, “What’s that mean?”
Terra pushes up her glasses again, “Be careful if I were you. Being here for 3 years, I’ve seen Jeno break a lot of hearts without him meaning to. He’s not a play boy or an asshole. When girls confess their feelings to him, all he can talk about is his dream of becoming the best film-maker and how he won’t let anything get in the way of his dream- including romances.”
Gulping, you nod, “Right- I was just wondering.”
You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your heart and the momentary butterflies of a boy you literally just met. What were you hoping for? You too, weren’t at Sunfire for distractions either. Terra puts an arm around your shoulder, “Jeno spends his time trailing after the directors like a love-sick puppy, you’ll only have to work with him for a short time. I want to see if you can break the string of girls who fall for him.”
You nod at her, “Right, I won’t lose my focus.”
A smirk graces Terra’s lips, “Time will tell.”
When you make it back to the cosmetics department, you finally meet Constance. She’s an African American woman, her jet-black curls bounce over her clothed shoulder when she hands Terra a bag of takeout. Terra speaks first, “Constance, this is y/n- the assistant.”
Constance turns to you, her irises glinting with glee, “Ah yes! Welcome y/n! If you ever have trouble with anything, don’t hesitate to contact me alright?”
Nodding, you smile at her, “Thank you so much. I’m happy to be working under you.”
“Yes! Yes! Now, eat!”
After lunch hour was over, you found yourself sneaking glances at Jeno when he’d talk to Constance. You were given the task of sorting the new and expired makeup from the storage room, not the job that you’d hope to have. Still, you were grateful that Terra and Constance were kind to you. Rummaging through boxes of eyeshadow palettes, you hear a voice from behind you. You see Jeno lean his body against the closet’s door frame, “Working hard y/n?”
You fall back onto your butt from your crouching position, “Jeno- don’t sneak up on me like that..”
Jeno laughs, his thin lips stretching across his face, “Sorry, I’m on break right now.”
“You’re good. How’s the project going?”
Jeno’s contorts with surprise, “Terra told you about my project?”
“Well, not specifically? just that you are working on something for the directors?”
Visibly, you watch Jeno let out a relieved sigh, his hand placed on his heart, “Oh good. Yeah- the directors gave me a film assignment to do. I’m taking a while because my creative juices have been stunted.”
You reply back to him, “Why is that?”
Instead of answering you, Jeno grumbles as he bites his lower lip, “The assignment is difficult is all.”
“Maybe I can help?”
In front of you, Jeno waves his hands in front of you refusingly, “No, no. I must do this on my own. Otherwise, I can’t give my 100% effort.”
From behind him, you hear Constance yell at Jeno, “Jeno back to work! Break time’s over!”
Jeno flashes a toothy grin at you, “Have fun sorting through expired makeup y/n.”
Scoffing, you smile, “Have fun doing whatever secret assignment you have.”
“Later, y/n.”
Like that, Jeno walks back to his corner of the warehouse- leaving you in the dusty closet alone as you sigh at the numerous boxes you have yet to go through.
A week later
Constance and Terra make sure to debrief you of everything that’s happening at the studio today, a line of investors are working with Sunfire Studios to arrange some kind of agreement. You try to avoid the cold eyes of the burly men dressed in freshly-pressed suits as they pass the makeup department by. You swallow the lump in your throat from the intimidation. Terra whispers in your ear, “Those guys can’t ever control their temper, I always hear them screaming at Mr. Stevens.”
You flick your eyes back up to Terra, “They would scream at the director?”
Nodding at you, she frowns, “In the film business, everyone’s critical of everyone.”
Cautiously, you and Terra clean the makeup brushes in order to lessen Constance’s load- you hadn’t seen her all day as she was sitting through grueling meetings with the other departments. Suddenly, you spot the investors exit out the door as they grumble to themselves, rolling their eyes.
“Do you think the meeting went well?”
Terra tuts, “Based on their faces, I don’t think so. Be prepared for Mr. Stevens to be snappy for the next week.”
Conveniently, you hear Mr. Stevens bellow his voice at Jeno, waving his hand around, “You call this good work?! You’ve been off your ball game Jeno! At this rate, how can you make films if you can’t put together a measly project son?!”
Terra looks up from her brushes, “There he goes again.”
“Shouldn’t we step in? Is it okay for him to yell at Jeno like that?”
Shaking her head, Terra sighs, “No, it’s best to leave them be. It’s always like this, Mr. Stevens is trying to teach Jeno the ways of the industry. Jeno gets frustrated for a few days and then he works too hard until he faints.”
“That’s not healthy?”
“No, but it works for Jeno.”
Though you hadn’t known him for long, you couldn’t help but feel concerned. You watched Jeno storm out of Mr. Steven’s office and out the back door, slamming it out of anger. You want to help him, to comfort him. Terra’s hand on your shoulder, stopping you, “Don’t anger him further, let him cool off a bit.”
Closing your mouth, you go back to work. Like that, another day passes by and when you lay on your bed at night, you still think of Jeno.
In the morning
“Terra! Y/n!”
You step beside Terra, taking in every piece of Constance’s instructions. Constance guides a younger girl into your view. Constance continues, “Today, we will be participating in the creative pitch meeting today. Here is the film we will be working on and the makeup looks that production has asked us to do. If Mr. Stevens doesn’t approve, we will be sat out of this production. This is our only shot.”
You nod determinedly, “Let’s do it.”
Constance motions the girl to come forward, “This is Mr. Steven’s niece- she will be helping with small tasks and observing.”
Terra flashes a bright smile and a thumbs up, “Welcome to the team kiddo!”
You add, “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
Timidly, the girl tugs on her blonde ponytail, “Blair..”
You squeeze her hand, “Want to help me test out lipstick shades Blair?”
Reluctantly, she runs over to you, a laugh drifting out of her lips after you lift her on to one of the chairs that sits in front of a vanity. Constance smiles, scratching her chin, “Terra, do you mind coming with me? I need you to help me get some of the fabric samples in the costume department.”
“Sure, Constance. You’ll be okay y/n?”
You reply back with a wide smile, “Of course. Don’t worry.”
While they’re gone, you receive a text from Constance.
<12:54 PM (Constance- Sunfire Studios): hey y/n. Can you get started on the hair dye? The actresses will be here a bit early and the hair department is low on staff at the moment. You’ll need A34 in Chestnut Copper, B78 in Licorice Black, and D56 in Electric Blue. Thanks, it'll be a big help!”>
<12: 55 PM: Leave it to me!>
Placing your phone in your back pocket, you run to the storage cabinets and grab the exact colors listed in Constance’s text. You start opening the boxes, Blair staring at you as you work. You try your best to coax her, “So, what do you want to do when you grow up?”
Blair grins at you, gaps in her teeth, “I want to be like you!”
Laughing, you pat her on her head, “The film industry is an amazing place, makeup is a beautiful part of it.”
You also grab bowls in order to mix the dye in, realizing you forgot to grab brushes and spatulas to apply the dye on to the actresses. You smile at Blair, “Sweetheart, I have to go grab some things. You stay here alright?”
She nods, sucking on a lollipop that Constance gave her. By the time you make it back, you see Blair staring at her uncle from farther away, watching him as he directs the different departments. Constance and Terra make it back too, they help you to stir the dyes with the brushes you found. Eventually, you hand it off to the team of hairstylists. Within an hour or so, you hear a woman shriek as if she has seen a monster, followed by an angry Mr. Stevens. He shouts, “Makeup department! Get here now!”
Constance and Terra eye you confusedly, taking Blair’s hand in yours as you lead her towards the hair department. In view, you spot Mr. Stevens as red as a tomato, Jeno standing behind him with a frown on his face. The actress is practically in tears when her hair looks like a sloppy accident- her head covered in brown and blue spots. Mr. Steven’s voice makes you jolt, “Who is responsible for this?!”
Constance runs to his side, pleading forgiveness before Mr. Stevens holds a hand at her, “You and Terra were busy reporting to costumes. I’m asking who mixed the dye!”
Terra stares down at the ground, Constance says nothing. You already feel sweat dripping down your back, your hands feel clammy. Quietly, you whisper, “I did sir. It was me.”
Mr. Stevens breezes past Constance and Terra directly to you, “Who even are you?”
Constance is still pleading, “Forgive me Mr. Stevens, I was the one who asked y/n to do it. It’s not her fault.”
“But it is. If she can’t even mix hair dye correctly then how can she be your assistant? I should fire you right now.”
You cast your eyes down to the floor, tears welling up in your eyes as it blurs your vision. Suddenly, you hear the seriousness in Jeno’s voice. He tightens his jaw, “Sir, y/n didn’t do it.”
He glares back at Jeno, “If not her, then who?”
Jeno points at Blair, “When we were talking with production, I saw her mixing them together while y/n was grabbing supplies. It was out of her control.”
Visibly, it looks like Mr. Stevens will explode. He growls at Jeno, “Are you going to accuse my niece now? A little kid?”
Your voice cracks more than you expect, “No. I take full responsibility. It’s my fault and I accept it.”
Letting go of Blair’s hand, she gives you a sad frown, clutching onto your sweater, “Don’t go-”
“Y/n. You’re off the cosmetics team. You’re fired.”
Like that, you feel the pain of the silence. You feel the sinking of your heart. You hadn’t just gotten there and you failed. What would everyone back home think? The tears start to fall, your cheeks wet, “I will go collect my things.”
You hear Terra calling after you but you wave her off. Once you’re done collecting your things, you burst out the door and into the hot Los Angeles heat- the roads empty of any cars. The dryness you feel in your throat doesn't help when you’re still sobbing- you decide to take the bus home. The bus driver pays no mind to your tears, her eyes focused on the long road ahead. Plopping into the front seat in defeat, you receive notifications from Terra and Jeno but you don’t look at any of them. When you manage to make it home, all you can do is throw your box aside- some of the objects breaking from the impact. When you were told it was hard, you didn’t know that it would be this difficult. You felt like a failure, your dreams of working as a makeup artist withering. After a few hours of moping and crying into your pillow, you think it’s only common courtesy to respond back to Terra at the least.
<4:00 PM (Terra): Y/n? Are you okay? Can we talk?>
Dialing her number, Terra answers it almost immediately, “Y/n?”
Your voice sounds hoarse, “Yes?”
“How are you doing?”
Sighing, you roll onto your side, “Not the greatest but I’m alive.”
Her voice sounds deeply concerned, “Listen, I know I can’t do much to help but I care about you as a friend and co-worker. How about we go out today?”
Your reply becomes more snarky by the minute, “Listen, Terra- I appreciate the sincerity but I don’t feel like going out right now.”
“Come on, y/n. You have nothing to lose. If anything, at least you won’t have to be yelled at by our boss anymore. Just one night.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“Text me at 7!”
With a click, Terra hangs up on her end- leaving you with the silence of your room. You sigh, throwing a hefty punch to your pillow out of frustration. Did you want to go? Fuck it. At this point, there wasn’t holding you back. It’s not like you had to go to work the next morning.
7PM.
“Yes! Y/n, we’re gonna have the best night of our lives! Let’s get drunk!”
Terra’s voice explodes through your phone speaker, you wince in pain when you feel your eardrum throb.
“We’ll see, Terra. Just two hours alright? The least I can do is have a good night’s sleep.”
“Deal!”
Within 15 minutes, you see Terra drive up to your driveway, boxy black shades sitting on the bridge of her nose. She’s sitting in a cherry red convertible, her smile brightening, “Get in loser! We’re going shopping!”
Perhaps, you could allow yourself to have a little fun. Though you had just been fired that day, you couldn’t fight the growing smile that graced your lips. You stuck your arms out above you, belting words as Terra yells along with you. The feeling is like being in a coming-of-age film where you’re zooming through rodeo drive to the highway that stretches over the ocean blue, salty air drifting under your nose. Terra cranks up her radio, some Beatles song that you don’t know, Terra belting out the lyrics while you shut your eyes in content- the sun dipping into the horizon. Flowery bushes line the side of the road, the people on the beach look like small ants in the distance. Suddenly, Terra turns down her stereo, “Hey- I hope you don’t mind but I asked Jeno to hang with us. He felt really bad about earlier and I just think he needs to get out more!”
You widen her eyes at her, “You asked Jeno?”
Terra gives you a suggestive smile, her lips smeared with red lipstick, “Technically, this was Jeno’s idea to take you out!”
Nodding, you whisper, “Jeno did?”
Before you know it, Terra pulls up to a modern-looking apartment after passing the Hollywood walk of fame, goldcast stars lining the road. In an instant, Jeno whisks through the lobby doors and you felt as if your breath had been knocked out of your lungs. He cards his fingers through his mahogany hair, his body fit with black, ripped jeans and a tangerine-colored bomber jacket. His fingers are clad with silver bands, his eyelashes accenting his coffee irises. He smiles at you first, “Glad you could make it y/n.”
You nod, “Right, thanks Jeno. Thanks Terra.”
Terra giggles, “Don’t thank me! Now, I am famished so let’s get some grub.”
You ask her, “Where are we eating?”
Terra jabs you in the shoulder, “Just you wait, I know just the place.”
By the time you reach the so-called place, you now understand why you wanted to be in California so much. Terra expertly maneuvers her convertible up a series of hilled roads, parking on a ledge that overlooks the ocean. Jeno laughs, “This place never gets old.”
You watch him gaze out into the depths below, his hands resting on the railing. The sun casts rays of golden honey onto his hard features, his hair lighter from the effect. Terra yells at you both, “Hurry up guys!”
You’re amazed at Terra’s choice of an establishment. It’s a retro diner that overlooks the ocean, a large neon sign reading: “Jubilee’s Diner.” When you walk into the space, the checkerboard tile extends to the bar area as customers sip on milkshakes piled with whipped cream. The booths are lined with leather that matches the shade of Terra’s car, waitresses zoom past you on rollerskates. One woman approaches you three as she breaks into a smile, picking up 3 menus, “Terra, my girl!”
Terra laughs, motioning us to follow the woman into a booth that sits by a large glass window. Terra scoots in, the skin of your thigh rubbing against the leather seat as Jeno sits across from you both. The woman hands Terra a menu, “I’m guessing you’re looking for Cheyenne?”
Suddenly, Terra’s whole presence lights up, her head bobbing up and down, “Is she in tonight?”
“She is.”
Terra looks at you, “Hey, are you and Jeno okay with hanging out for a bit? If not, I’ll stay. Seriously, I don’t mean to ditch you guys or anything.”
“No, go. We don’t mind.”
You scoot out of the booth for Terra to get out, she practically skips all the way to the backroom in excitement. When you sit back down, you see Jeno chuckle.
“Who’s Cheyenne?” you ask.
“Terra’s been flirting with Cheyenne since we started coming here. I think they’ll be a thing soon.”
You nod, “Ah, I see.”
After a few minutes, another waitress takes your order as you opt for a strawberry milkshake and Jeno ordering chocolate. For some reason, you had never felt anymore natural with anyone else than you had with Jeno. It felt like time was zipping by, Jeno getting brain freezes before laughing at your jokes. You’d throw a fry for Jeno to catch in his mouth, a moment you recorded on Jeno’s camcorder he brought with him. In turn, he’d film you as you tried to balance an onion ring on your face, your eyes crossing because of it. When you were done, you watched the sun set on the ocean- amarine yellows and watermelon pink clouds fading into a starry night sky. Of course, Jeno recorded that too- zooming on your face even though you protested. You’d swipe ketchup on his nose, Jeno pouted at you playfully. Looking back into the kitchen, you caught Terra and Cheyanne standing in the doorway as they laughed into each other, flirtatious whispers being exchanged. Jeno turns to you, “Do you want to get out of here?”
Nodding, you smile at him, “Best not to disturb them.”
You follow Jeno outside the diner, a cool breezing hitting your face. Jeno looks at you, “Do you mind if I show you something?”
“Of course.”
Like that, you start to climb up the hill that goes beyond where the diner is, cars full of teenagers zooming past you in Jeno. He tells you about his dreams and why he believes that Hollywood is his destiny. He tells you about his family too, how his father was a filmmaker and had bought him a hand-held camera for his birthday when he was a child. You dance along the road, socking your fist into Jeno’s playfully as you tell him about your rambunctious family back home and how you discovered the dream of being a makeup artist for cinema. When you reach the top, you realize that the Hollywood sign sits on the other side of the hill as the city lights glow in a golden ocean below you. Jeno grabs your hand to help you slide down, your shoes covered in dirt. Finding your balance, you and Jeno sit in front of the letter ‘L’ beside each other.
“Now this is a view.”
You take it all in, seeing how the lights don’t even end. You feel like you’re on top of the world.
Jeno smiles at the sight, “This is where I come when I can’t think.”
Jostling him in the shoulder, you laugh, “How many girls have you taken up here?”
You feel Jeno tense, his eyes narrowing, “None actually. You’re the first.”
“Huh.”
Both of you sit in silence, Jeno playing with the rings on his fingers. You can’t think of anything to say. Finally, you jolt at the sound of your phone pinging. Pulling up your messages, you see you’ve received a text from Mr. Stevens.
It reads: “Hello y/n. Firstly, I’d like to sincerely apologize. It was unprofessional and not good of me to lash out at you this morning as Blair made it clear she was the one who was playing with the dyes. I was the one who asked you to take care of her, it is not in your control. I should have taught her better. I hope you can forgive me if you’d like to come to Sun Studios tomorrow morning and start fresh? I am deeply sorry, no hard feelings. Have a great evening.”
You practically feel your heart drop at the sight, you almost lose grip of your phone.
“What is it??”
Immediately, your hand flies to your mouth, “Mr. Stevens just gave me my job back! He finally admitted I wasn’t in the wrong!”
Jeno’s eyes are wide before he breaks into a smile, his hands coming up to the side of your arms, “Holy- That’s amazing y/n! But, I knew that already.”
You eye him with confusion, “How’d you know?”
“Because I was the one who proved your innocence. I got Blair to confess.”
Tackling Jeno to the ground, you bury your face into Jeno’s chest, his back flat to the sandy dirt underneath you both.
“Thank you Jeno! Thank you!”
When you pull yourself off Jeno, he holds you down with his hands, your legs in between his own. You see his dark eyes flick to your lips. You want him to, you really do. Your skin tingles when Jeno molds his hand to your neck, you see a flash of hesitation. The feeling is gone when Jeno removes his hand from your skin, placing it on the ground, “We should go check on Terra. We have work tomorrow.”
You sit back, kneeling in front of him. You’re sure your jaw is wide open, confusion scribbled on your face, “What?”
Jeno places his face in his hands, “Oh, god.”
You can’t control the irritation that erupts from inside of you, “Is this some game to you? You flirt with me all night and then you make me look so eager? Am I fool to you?”
Jeno’s eyes contort with concern, his head shaking, “No, No- that’s not what I meant-”
Getting up from the ground, you begin to climb back over the hill, “No Jeno, save it.”
“Y/n, wait-”
Your anger consumes you. You raise your voice, “Do you know what Terra told me when I first got to Sun Studios?”
Jeno rubs his neck, his brows furrowing, “What did she say?”
You scoff, “She told me that you’re a heartbreaker. Girls flirt with you and then you tell them that you don’t want anything serious so you can achieve your dream.”
You continue, “If that’s so, why did you try to lead me on? I thought we had a chance- I thought I liked you. No, this is a whole joke.”
Jeno visibly sinks behind you, his shoulder slumping with defeat. The whole time you climb back up the hill, you two don’t say a word- Jeno is careful to trail behind you instead of beside you. The car ride back to your place is the same way, Terra droning on about how much she likes Cheyenne--unaware of the tension between you and Jeno. Collapsing on your bed, you replay the dark vision of Jeno watching you and Terra drive away, his eyes longing.
5 days later
Your way of coping is burying yourself under work and errands from the departments. Eventually, Terra had caught wind of the situation in which you explained to her, the reason why you hadn’t spoken to Jeno in 5 days. Terra’s mouth forms an ‘o’, patting you on the back in effort to comfort you.
“I’m sorry y/n. I don’t think Jeno means harm, that’s just the way he is. He’s a boy who doesn’t know what he wants. Still, he’s been asking me about you.”
“Well, he shouldn’t ask. He shouldn’t use people until he knows what he wants.”
Going home that night, you felt tears stream down your face in frustration. Your pillow feels too hot, your clothes feel sticky on your body, and you feel exhausted from work. You lie on your bed in silence, lazily staring out your bedroom window. You’re thankful that you fall asleep quite quickly, you’d rather not think about Jeno anymore. That’s when you hear a knock on your window at around 2 am, your head still dizzy from sleep. What creep would be knocking on your window? You sit up, only to be met with Jeno’s face pressed up the glass, “Please let me in.”
You jolt, “What the hell Jeno? It’s like 2 am?”
“I’m sorry, I know. I’ll explain.”
Resting your hand on your hip, you motion Jeno to walk into your doorway, leading him to your bedroom.
“Can I sit?”
You scoff, “Well, now that you’re here.”
Sighing, Jeno rubs his eyes tirelessly before speaking, “I just want you to watch something first.”
You eye him skeptically, “What if I say no?”
Jeno pouts at you, his hair messy and his eyes sad, “Please. I didn’t get heavy eye-bags for this.”
You can’t help but smile. He hands you a USB drive from his pocket, his eyes flickering with reluctance. Grabbing your laptop from your desk, you shove the drive into the port, a video swishing into view. Plopping down next to Jeno, you watch it together. Jeno had edited a video sequence of you working at Sun Studios and the times where you joked around next to him, cuts of him and Terra laughing. The video was sentimental like it had a vintage-y feel, grain filters coating the images. It reminded you of why you came to Hollywood specifically.
“Jeno, it’s beautiful.”
You turn to look at the boy who sits next to you, his hair shades his eyes a bit, “You really think so?”
“Of course it was. It’s extremely well made. From all the sunset shots to the studio, and all of it seems.. magical?”
“I’m glad you approve because this is what I’ll be entering in Mr. Stevens’s film festival contest.”
“Wait- you what?”
Jeno smiles at you until his eyes form crescent moons, “You heard me. This is the piece I’m entering.”
“But why?”
You feel Jeno’s hand creep over yours, “Do you know what the assignment was?”
Shaking your head, you wait for him to answer you. “Mr. Stevens asked all the contestants to make a film about someone that would make them see a new perspective. Someone that they like.”
Your heart beats out of your chest at Jeno’s words. You’re sure your knees have turned into jello- did Jeno just admit that he likes you?
“Jeno, I don’t know if you-”
“Y/n. Here me out okay? When I first met you, I saw how passionate you were. I saw how you helped Terra and the makeup team tirelessly without rest and I got scared. I thought that liking someone meant I had to give up my focus on my dream. I was wrong.”
You don’t say anything. Jeno leans closer to you, his breath hitting your face, “I was wrong. I can’t stop thinking about you.”
Leaning your forehead on his, you close your eyes. “Are you sure you want this?”
You hear Jeno hum in affirmation, “I’ll support you and you me, yeah?”
“Yeah.”
Jeno smashes his lips onto yours, his tongue coming in too quick before you can register. Pulling away, you eye him before pushing up against him, his lips molded securely onto yours. He tastes like watermelon popsicles, his lips are stained with pink. Smiling into the kiss you ask, “Did you eat something watermelon flavored?”
“Do you like it?”
You close your eyes, molding your lips on to Jeno’s lips once again, his calloused hands holding both sides of your face. When you both catch your breath, you whisper at Jeno, “You better win this film festival, especially since I’m the star.”
He laughs at you, bubble erupting from his throat, “I’ll try my best for you. Still, you haven’t answered my question.”
Slapping him in the shoulder, you smirk at Jeno, “What do you think my answer is?”
“You like me too?”
“Let’s take our time, lover boy.”
Jeno shouts at you when you get up to grab a snack from your kitchen, his figure following you like a lost puppy, “Y/n, come on! Give me another kiss!”
You were pleased to tell your parents that you were enjoying Hollywood, not only because of your job, but because of a certain boy named Jeno Lee- the vision of his gaze on the ocean engraved in your mind forever.
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