#PUT IT ON A PALLET OR YOUR HAND FIRST!!! AND THEN BLEND IT IN WITH A BRUSH!!!!

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looking at makeup videos on instagram is so fucking annoying because i’m caught in the eternal loop of “YOU DON’T NEED THAT MUCH PRODUCT!!!!” “why are you presenting using eyeshadow as blush/eyeliner as lipliner or WHATEVER as a discovery. it’s all face pigment that you put on your face” “STOP CALLING IT A HACK IT’S A TECHNIQUE IT’S A TECHNIQUE” and “for the love of god please shut up about products and brands and hype and let me just enjoy this as an artform” i just think makeup is neat can everyone fucking stop

[fushiguruuzzzz]

vii ⊹ ࣪ ˖ Knee Socks 

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Tags — mentions of violence, I couldn’t be bothered to size down the text

Words— 1.2k

Megumi wasn’t watching you. Of course he wasn’t, he wasn’t some sort of creep. Why would he feel a need to watch you anyway? It wasn’t like you were special. No, he didn’t care what you were doing, he barely even knew you so of course he wouldn’t- 

He sighed. His inner monologue was beginning to resemble that of Itadori, it was unlike him. No, he hadn’t been watching you, but he couldn’t deny that when he peered through the open window of his dorm room, he hoped to see you outside. When he caught a glimpse of your [h/c] hair roaming the expanse of the cobblestone that stretched around the residence hall, an odd sort of satisfaction shot through his chest. He’d been meaning to return that bag, anyway. Not that he wanted to speak to you properly or anything. 

He put a hoodie on, the polyester blanketing him and shelling him from the dull chill of the approaching winter. Snow had yet to fall, but the orange of the leaves was beginning to diminish, everything turning into darker, less saturated pallet of colours. He much preferred it this way, he blended in more. The black of his sweater did nothing to stick out against the masses. The soft echo of his footsteps as he descended down the stairs was the only sound ringing through his ears, aside from the soft murmur of surrounding conversations. 

You were simply taking a stroll, headphones resting over your ears as you wandered the paths and walkways of the campus you’d learned to call home. It had only been a few short weeks since you first stepped foot here, but you seemed more in place here than you ever did, even at home. The gentle thump of shoes against ground grew closer and closer, a wave of something akin to what you felt at that Halloween party washing over you. 

A figure fell into step by your side, the midnight blue of his eyes meeting your own. His arm was outstretched, and it took you a moment to look down and see the cherry red grasped in his fingers. Of course, it was your bag! The bag you’d left in his car after chugging enough alcohol with Yuji to kill a grown cow… that was rather embarrassing. You felt your face heat up, a bashful smile tugging at your lips as you let your headphones fall around your neck, and gently took the bag from him. 

“Oh, I almost forgot about that. Thanks,” you said, your hand falling to your side with the bag within it. You could feel your shoulders stiffen, your heartbeat quickening as the realization that this was only your second meeting in half a decade dawned on you. You could barely hold his gaze, not that he was doing much better. A hint of a smile ghosted over his lips, but it was gone in an instant. 

“I figured,” he responded. It didn’t seem as though he’d changed much. There was still a sort of low gravel to his voice, something distant and gruff, but it was more… docile. There was something oddly soft about the way he spoke that felt almost intimate, reserved for those that held a specific importance in his soul. Truly, he was hardly aware of it. Sure, he kept his tone in check. He wanted to be sure that you knew he wasn’t still some sort of delinquent, someone to not be trusted, to not be kept around. He made that mistake once before, he didn’t intend on letting it happen again. 

A tense sort of silence settled over the two of you. You didn’t exactly know what to say, what does one say in this situation? It would be one thing if you’d departed like many friends did, forgetting to exchange numbers or simply falling out of touch. But no. You, the only person he even bothered to trust, socked him in the face with a punch worthy of live TV. 

“It was… odd. Seeing you again,” he broke the silence, daring to sneak a glance at you from the corner of his eye. It wasn’t spoken with disdain or disgust, simply a fact being stated. You nodded, a soft breath of laughter tumbling from your mouth. “It was. You sort of caught me off guard.” 

He eyed you, quirking a brow. “I caught you off guard? You do realize you were standing with my friends, right?” he said. Though he suddenly realized his tone, his voice growing softer as he continued speaking. Of course he didn’t do it too much, though, it’s still Megumi you were speaking to. You chuckled softly once again, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. 

“Not fair! Yuji invited me over, it’s not like I infiltrated your friend group on purpose,” you rolled your eyes, a smirk playing at your lips. He mirrored you, too rolling his eyes. Still sassy. Great. 

“I was a little scared, honestly,” you continued, your cheeks tinting a gentle pink. You hoped he’d excuse it, assume it was the cold weather to blame. His eyebrows twitched upwards, question written all over his face. Then it morphed, understanding and a hint of amusement written all over his face. 

“You did make me bleed.”

Your head whipped to the side, arms crossing over your chest. “In my defence, you beat up the guy I was going out with.” He shrugged. He didn’t want you to assume he continued the bad habit of resorting to violence, but he couldn’t act as if it wasn’t justified. “He deserved it,” he said. 

This wasn’t a story you’d heard before. He deserved it? Well, maybe you’d have found out, had the circumstances been different. “How so?” you asked, and it was as if the memory (or lack of) rushed back to him. “That guy was an ass. You didn’t know that he and his friends had a bet on how fast he could get you to… uh, be at his mercy is one way to put it,” he grumbled. 

What. 

You suddenly felt rather stupid. Of course that wasn’t in relation to the boy, a middle school crush, if you could even call him that. It was about Megumi, the way you acted on impulse as a stupid teen when you were oblivious to the fact he had been protecting you. You internally winced, “Oh.” 

“Yeah, oh,” he mimicked, shaking his head softly. “Anyway, I’m not like that anymore, so you don’t have to worry,” he shrugged, glancing to the side. 

You nodded. Yuji had already said so, but hearing it come from him was oddly reassuring. “I assumed so, both considering you have friends and aren’t behind bars by now,” you smirked, growing less anxious as every moment passed. Things weren’t so tense with him, they never seemed to be. He shot a glare at you, though no real heat lied within his eyes. 

“Don’t look at me like that. Remember when you hung Chomei and Okumura from a billboard?” He stayed silent, almost shrinking in on himself as you brought up the memory. He shot you another look, though, a gentle push to shut up. 

“Or when you piled up half of our grade and used them like stepstools? Or when you-“ 

“Alright alright that’s enough I get it.” 

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@meowymeowbreow @1l-ynn @missunrise @kiss-my-asscheeks @starrysho @good-mourning0 @gumims @beaniesayshi @mrowwww @luvvmae @megumislovedoll @qingpunk @azharyy @starsryi @tibibibi123

the billboard incident being canon is so funny to me

guys please check ur settings and make sure im able to tag you before asking to be on the taglist :(

group collab when

missing school for the second time this week yikes

ty for the love on the most recent chap :3 but also why do some chapters have 90 likes and the other is barely getting 30????? Are we only reading the fifth chapter guys be honest.

watching Saiki k and Mha rn…. Chat I’m expanding…

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Bite Me

Chapter One -> who is she?

Paring: streamer Sukuna x influencer F!reader

Summary: A little Q&A video — sponsored by an AD company you did an Ad campaign with — blew up over night. Fans shipping you with your newly revealed crush, who so far appears as if he don’t even know you exist. Sukuna’s reaction to seeing your AD, did not help the shipping.

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Warnings: cursing, dirty jokes, 5 year age gap

Taglist: (to be added just ask)

Series Masterlist

You placed your camera and made sure all the lighting was good before clicking record on your go-pro.

Today you were talking about your new brand deal, and doing a little Q&A video that your fans had been requesting for, for quite some time.

You cleared your throat before you started talking, “hello it’s me, how are you guys today?”

You asked the camera knowing you won’t get a response back so you continued on. “Today we’ll be talking about my new brand deal and then doing a Q&A at the end of the video.”

You looked to your desk and grabbed your new make-up brand deal. “I have partnered up with Elf , and we made something so exciting. Well exciting for me and I hope for you.”

You showed the camera an eye shadow palette, eyeliner, and brushes.

“We have created an 18 color eyeshadow pallet, that has four highlighters inside.” You placed everything down and opened the pallet and grabbed your camera.

You showed the camera what the pallet looked like up close before putting the camera back onto its stand. “So 14 eyeshadow colors, and 4 highlighters. Let’s go over each highlighter first.”

You took your finger and picked up some product before swashing it onto your forearm.

“This fist one is call pink dahlia. It’s more of a nice light baby pink shade. As you can see lots of shimmer so that’s nice.”

You picked up the next highlighter and repeated. “Now this next one is kind of a chrome looking highlighter, and it’s called melody. Don’t ask why I choose these names.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the name as you spoke it. You like the name and thought it’s was pretty, your just now realizing you’ve already give two of four highlights a human name.

“The next one is one I’m really excited about, it’s a blueish purple highlighter! So if you look from one angle you can see the blue undertones.” You moved your forearm slightly. “And if you look at this angle you can see the purple undertones. I really like this one. Probably my favorite.”

You grabbed the final highlighter and showed you swashing it before speaking about it. “This one is called enchanted and it’s more of a tan-ish neutral shade and it’s really an easy go too.”

You grabbed a makeup wipe and removed the highlighters from your arms.

“Now there’s like 14 eyeshadows and I’m turning into a ulta worker at this point but I’m going to use my favorite colors and show you a look with the new brushes.”

You grabbed some eye shadow base before blending it out.

You grabbed a brush and started to show it to the camera before using it. “This one’s really freaking cool, because it has two sides. So I’m going to use one side for the eyelid and the other side to buff it all and blend it out better.”

You showed the brush up close to the camera before taking your eye shadow pallet and dipping into the the Smokey black shade. “This shade is called onyx.”

You tapped your excess power off and started to just place the black on your outer eyes. And the started to slightly blend it out.

“Now I’m going to grab this dark red and do the same and place it in the middle and blend it out gently into the black.” You did as you said and blended it out with a light hand and then went back in with some more of the black and blended it out a little, while giving it a bit more smoke.

Then you grabbed your make up wipe and made the cut sharp.

You grabbed the eyeliner next and with a light hand you applied it to your waterline, “something cool about this eyeliner is, one side is pencil while the other is liquid.”

You put it t down and showed the camera a view with your eyes close.

“Really nice, feels super light, no fall out, I really like this look, so i definitely recommend. Now I’m just going to finish my make up and I’ll be back to show you the finish look.”

—

When you started to record again your make up was finish and you had pull out a list on your phone of questions asked.

“This is the finish look, and I have thirty minutes before I leave to do this Q&A.”

You look down at your phone and read off the first question. “Do I plan to do a giveaway soon? Yes. I will probably post on my tiktok about it soon, so look on there.”

“Do I like video games?” You couldn’t help a little laugh that left your lips as you gave your answer. “Yes, but I rage too much so I don’t play much.”

“Any collabs soon? Yes, obviously Elf but I also plan to do a collab with @ThatgirlNobara so that’s gonna be fun.”

“Do I know Gojo Satoru and if so do I think he’s hot?” You gave a slight smirk to the camera. “Yes, but I think someone else from that group is hotter. Which will lead to the next question.”

“I noticed you follow Sukuna, what are your thoughts on him?” When you went to answer you couldn’t help the laugh and the faintest blush coming to your face. “He’s my celebrity crush, my TikTok is full of edits of him.”

“How did I get to where I am? I’ve gotten this question a lot and there’s a simple answer. Do what you love, if you love makeup do makeup. Be kind, and always have an open mind. It’s not something that happens over night you just have to have goals and the patience to achieve them.”

You did a little stretch and noticed the time. “That’s all for today, I hope you enjoyed this video and I’ll see you in the next one.”

—

Sukuna was reading the comments and he drummed his fingers on his desk.

Sukuna when do you plan to launch the Minecraft series?

“Me and the boys are gonna have it out within the next week.��

You haven’t played Valorant in a while… have you seen the new trailer?

“Valorant? No I haven’t seen but we can look while we’re waiting for Gojo to get his shit together and get on.”

Gojo’s whined out a hey from Sukunas headseat.

Sukuna switched the live to one of his side monitors and pulled up YouTube, looking up the trailer.

“Five months ago? Damn I’ve been out the loop.” Sukuna pressed play and immediately and Ad came up and it was one of those long 15 second Ad’s you couldn’t skip.

“Ugh come on. One thing I hate are Ad’s.” When the Ad came to an end Sukuna expected to see the trailer but was disappointed by another ad. “Are you kidding me.”

This one he could skip so he waited five seconds but in the fourth second you appeared across the screen stopping him and making him pause instead.

“Holy shit she’s hot.”

A bunch of who’s came from Gojo and his brother Yuji while the chat started to spam your name.

Chesterf6297: That’s Y/N

Rando101: That’s Y/N L/N she’s a beauty influencer

Toji - fushiguro: damn she’s fine.

“Who the hell is Y/N and why haven’t I seen her sooner?” Sukuna asked his chat but didn’t bother too look at the comments as the Ad drew his attention once again.

He pressed play and the Ad was talking about some make up bullshit that he couldn’t care less, no he was focused on the red that was popping out your eyes. As if you were wearing that for him.

“Dude she’s hot as hell.”

“Whooooooo?!” Gojo’s whiny voice came through the headphones once again and this time Sukuna blessed him with an answer.

“Someone name Y/N L/N.” A gasp came from Gojo as he recognized the name.

“Omg I saw a tiktok edit of her, hot as hell. Her recent video she called me hot too.” Gojo purposely left out the fact she said Sukuna was hotter just to fuck with him.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny.”

Quinntonsu75: dude it’s true

Ginahjsh45: Yeah but she also said your hotter

Hislhu: Yeah she said that

Sukuna read the comments but kept his mouth shut and just watched the trailer. By the time he was finished Gojo had logged onto Fortnite and the squad started to play.

They played a few games and usually Sukuna would talked to the people he was playing with (talk shit) or he would interact with his comments and veiwers.

However in between games he was currently looking you up, you had officially peeked his interest, though he didn’t make it anymore obvious. He didn’t talk about you for the rest of the stream, but you stayed in his mind for it.

—

You scrolling through your DM’s responding to people — not to the rude or weird ones, you blocked them — when you noticed that Ryomen Sukuna himself had sent you a dm.

—

Sukuna: Hey.

First chapter out 🤭 this is so short compared to my other works. I’m in the works of making part two and I plan to make it way longer.

Part Two

[eveningdreams8]

picking patterns for your dolls yukata and obi

i think there was maybe one 'maybe' on actually wanting this but i am posting anyway;;;

i will preface this with that ultimately you can do whatever you want and makes you happy and this is more of an art then a science but if you struggle on deciding on matching fabrics this might help

picking fabrics in general for either component, keep in mind your dolls scale and the drape of your fabric, generally you can get away with thicker and heavier fabrics for obi then yukata

if the fabric you have absolutely set your heart on for the obi is not stiff enough for a belt you can add interfacing

with that out of the way on to the print picking! you don't have to stick to traditionally Japanese looking prints like sakura flowers, temari balls, waves and cranes. Anything could be a yukata print if you want as long as it's in scale for your doll, this doesn't exclude large prints! you could get a really cool look with a large print.

generally i decide if a print is too big or not is when i put it up against a doll (or imagine it if my doll is not on hand as the case may be at the fabric store) would a real person look cool wearing this large print? or just odd? sometimes the print could almost work but it repeats too rarely to work.

small repeat prints are great! through the really small ones usually work better for obi then the yukata.

the goal is to pick two fabrics that both compliment and contrast one another, this might sound like a bit of a contradiction but i will explain

first consider the patterns, the goal is so the two fabrics don't blend together, so roughly large prints with small and avoid using the exact same print for both even if the colours look nice together

while you don't always have to follow these rules consider this more of a guideline, i no doubt also forgot to list some options that could work as well, these are easy ways to pick a fabric print

if you really can't decide a solid colour is usually a safe choice, to spice it up you could pick something with a subtle printed texture or variation, also don't discount just textured fabrics! they can make great obi even if they are only one solid colour

if your yukata print is large and organic it could look good with a small regular print or a geometric one

if your yukata print is vertical stripes it could look good with an organic design, small regular print, often repeating geometric pattern or small horizontal stripes (if the striped on the yukata it self are not small)

if your yukata has a geometric print it could look good with a small repeat pattern, or medium to larger organic print

now the colours! this is a little more nebulous and objective but here is a few things to consider

having a bit of the yukata colour in the obi or vise versa is a good way to coordinate the fabrics

one option is to have the colour combo pop! by this i mean you see the colours next to each other and go "yes that feels right!" even if they are quite contrasting

generally monochrome prints can be paired with just about any colour, you would pay more attention to the images of the print it self to make a good match

you could follow the colour pallet! if a print is black and green the obi is too, just in different amounts so it stands out with a complementing print

I would also recommend holding prints next to each other even when you doubt it would work, it's a good way of finding striking combos!

hopefully this will help someone 〒▽〒

if you have any questions or suggestions feel free to add

[mysoulspiralbound]

drew the Omori party in outfits a little more fit for their adventures than there pj's

explanations, dnd classes, close up's, and Mari & Basil under the cut

Omori is the party's bard, despite looking and acting like a rogue. as both an artist and a poet, i thought bard suited him better. working with his monochrome color palette was a challenge, but i'm really happy with how it turned out. a fun fact is that me wondering where the heck omori was keeping a knife on his person (combined with my horror at him running around deep well in his socks) is what inspired this design series. i'd like to imagine that Mewo is his familiar.

Aubry is a barbarian based on her focus on strong attacks and her ability to channel her anger into large damage. i tried to keep the shaping and color of these designs mostly the same, though obviously more embellished, as she's literally running around barefoot in a nightgown in cannon. sturdy gloves and boots are an adventuring must, and i picked her meteor hammer cause i think it's her coolest weapon. i will never understand why Sweatheart's pillow somehow deals more damage.

Kel is a kind of trickster rouge — he's not great at stealth, but he's got the highest dex of the party and he's not bad at traps. he's got a lot of colors in his shirt which was kind of a challenge, and i really went back and forth on what player class to give him. his pouch is for additional amo, and his gloves are based on archers globes, since he's the only one who uses ranges weapons in the party. if i redoing this, i would might get rid of his undertunic and/or leg wraps. they were added for protection, but i feel they're mostly just cluttering up the design.

lastly, Hero is a paladin, based both on his healing abilities and his knight in shining armor energy. i picked pink as his accent color cause it contrasted best while still remaining in the omori pallet. his pj's were the hardest to match into a proper adventurer's outfit, so Hero's armor is largely independent of his canon design. the rose on his chest is a reference to his charming personality, the chivalry expected of knights, and his flower from basil's garden. it's also there to fill space, as his design was looking a little to plain otherwise. his kitchen knife is gold to match his little sparkles and to avoid having it blend too deeply into his armor.

Basil definitely has some strong "your princess is in another castle vibes, so that's what i went with for his outfit. he's got his classic flower crown, and i tried to put as much plant imagery as possible into his dress. i switched the princes gloves for gardening ones in his redesign, as well as changing how the dress layered so the lacing didn't run all the way down the garment. the frills on his sleeves and hem are designed to look like petals!

last but not least it's Mari! i've kind of got two versions of her, but i do very much like both. first, i drew her as a wizard, based a little bit on gandalf's habit of showing up, lending the party a helping hand before disappearing to do "important wizard stuff." she's important and helpful when she shows up, but ultimately, the party has to do things on their own. her spell component pouch and her staff both have her picnic basket theming added, as it's symbolic of her healing abilities and the safety she provides the party.

the other version i drew of her leaned more towards cleric based on her role as healer. she'd be a deeply religious figure, possibly having it be revealed later on that she's more powerful than the party knows. i incorporated her picnic pattern here as well, and kept the style of her shoes, since she is literally the only one of the main six who wears them in the dreamscape. like wizard!Mari, her necklace and the ribbon around her head are both callbacks to the ribbon tied around her neck in her original design.

[im-done-with-this-im-out]

Protective (J.T x F!Reader) P.T2

Here you go @p4inis . The (not so) long awaited sequel to Protective. I didn't do any actual smut this time around but if anyone wants to see some send me a request!

WARNINGS: Sexual innuendos, allusions to smut, Jason Todd being the best boyfriend ever, Alcohol, Smoking, Cussin, SEXUAL HARRASMENT, Reader gets slapped on the ass, Misogny, R@pe culture, violence, jason punches a POS, Jason definitly has a daddy kink....

"That's much better."

“Oh is it now?” He teases. Jason walks into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet lid. “Honestly I thought the first one was better.” 

“Oh really?” you saw, pulling out your foundation, highlighter and concealer. You pull the beauty blender out of the drawer as well. Turning on the sink, you wet the beauty blender with lukewarm water. 

“Oh absolutely babes.” Jason pulls out a lipstick and your eyeshadow pallet. “I say you go with a classic red lip tonight.”

“You want red lips too mister?” You say, taking the back of the beauty blender to apply the three pumps of foundation you put on the back of your hand. Blending it out you say “If not I'd put that lipstick back babes.”

“Why.” he says, looking at the packaging of the tube, trying to see if there is some sort of marking that says he would get red lips too. During this time you open your concealer and use the wand to apply the product. 

“That lipstick transfers like a motherfucker. Get the liquid lipstick in there. The Huda Beauty one.” you blend the concealer out with the tip of the sponge, making sure to get under your eyes as well. 

“This ones the one I bought you for our anniversary right?” he asks. Pulling out the tube from the drawer, he places it on the counter. 

“Yeah. The one you claimed was, and I quote, ‘way too damn expensive’.” Placing the cap back on the contour stick you take the other side of the beauty blender to blend the product out. “Can you get me my setting powder and brush?”

“Yeah.” Jason reaches into the drawer once more, this time returning with the products you asked for. “God that fucking lipstick was way to damn expensive though.” he places hte items next to the lipstick. 

“Yeah 20 fucking dollars was way to damn much for someting i barely ever have the occasion to wear.” you pick up the setting powder and grab the powder puff inside, baking below your eyes, between your eyebrows, over your nose, on your chin and in the center of your forehead. “I’m honestly surprised you bought it for me in the first place. I was joking about needing it.” 

“Shit, really?” he laughs

“Yeah. I wasn't even really expecting you to even remember I said something about it.”

“I'm honestly so hurt that you think I don't remember stuff like that.” Jason places a hand over his heart, pretending as if he was shot in the chest. “I literally read and annotate books for you.” 

“True.”You grab the pallet out of Jason's lap and grab two brushes out of the drawer. “But it was so menial and we were watching tv.” You open the eyeshadow and grab the fluffy brush and get some of a light brown on it, blending it out all over your eye.

“I have entire notes on my phone filled with things you say you like or want.” 

“Really?” You ask, now grabbing a darker brown to blend into your outer corner. 

“Oh yeah. I'm constantly adding shit to them. Like the Baby Yoda Squishmallow we saw at Costco last week.” he says. He remembers how your eyes lit up when you saw the massive plushie. The way you would stare at it every time you passed by once or twice trying to subtly touch the plush. 

“Oh my fucking god, I didnt even say anything about that though! How do you know about that?” lastly you take a small brush with some black eyeshadow and place it directly on your waterline, lashline and in a general wing shape, before blending it out. 

“I can read you like a book my love.” Jason look s at you with admiration. Watching as you pull your eyeliner out of the drawer and draw near perfect wings on your eyes. “And god help me if you aren't my most favorite thing i've ever read.”

“You are just the sweetest Jason Todd.” You look over at him. He's sitting there staring at you, watching you with all the admiration in the world. “God I love you Jase.” You say as you lean in to kiss him on the lips. 

“I love you too, princess.” he says. Turning away from him with a smile, you grab the lipstick, applying a layer of the red liquid to your lips. “You look so kissable right now. God, I love your lips.” you look over at him and give him a slight smile. 

“And I love the taste that comes out of both sets.” he says with a smirk. 

“Jason!” you turn around blushing. You grab your eyebrow pencil and begin filling in the shapes. “What did I say? If you keep it in your pants all night i'll let you do whatever you want with me when we get home.”

“Don't have to tell me twice.” he stands up. “Imma go start the car and get a blunt rolled. I left the jacket on your bed.”

“Okay i'll be down in just a minute.” you respond. You grab your eyelash curler and make a few quick passes on both eyes, before grabbing the mascara and applying two coats. 

You throw everything back into the drawer and grab your lipstick and the necklace you left on the counter. Walking into your closet, you grab a pair of silver heels You had bought a couple of years back. Grabbing the jacket Jason left on your bed, you grab your keys, turn off the lights, and lock up the apartment. 

The Galla is loud and boisterous. Dozens of people from Gotham are here, mostly upper class old white men and their families, but a decent amount of paparazzi and the Wayne Scholars.

“I forget how fucking annoying these things are.” Jason complains. He lightly pulls on his tie, loosening it slightly to alleviate some of the pressure. 

“You also don't like a majority of people.” you respond. 

The night had been fun so far. Once you had arrived at the party, Jason dropped the keys to one of Bruces’ Rolls Royces’ with the valet and ushered you inside, past the blinding flashing lights of the cameras. 

When you both finally made it inside you had quickly done the obligatory meet and greet with at least 15 people and quickly shuffled off towards the bar. There Jason had gotten himself a Whiskey on the rocks and you a tequila Martini. 

Now, both of you hid in the northern corner of the room, at a small table nursing your drinks. “You don’t care for most people either sweetheart.”

“True, but I'm better at hiding it than you.” you take the last sip of your martini and stand from your chair. “I'm gonna go get myself a margarita. I'll be right back, baby.” You leave a small peck on his cheek before making your way over to the bar. 

“What can I get for you Mrs. Todd?” Alex joked. You had known Alex for years, having gone to highschool with him and even having scored the leading parts in your school's play during your guys’ senior year. 

“A strawberry margarita please Alex.” you smile at him. 

“Coming right up babes.” Alex winks at you. His affection had never been anything more than friendly. Alex had come out to you as AroAce in your sophomore year. 

You had allowed yourself to get lost in memories of the past before a voice cut your train of thought short. 

“Hey pretty lady. Are you here alone?” The voice was gravely and hoarse, tainted with decades of life.

“No actually. I'm here with my boyfriend.” You respond. You shift in your seat, trying to put as much distance between you two as possible without being seen as rude.

“He couldn't take care of you like I could.” The man places his hand on your thigh, Slowly inching it upward. “I could take care of you in ways you could never imagine.” 

“Here’s your margarita Mrs. Todd.” Alex says sliding the glass towards you, making direct eye contact with the old man next to you. 

“Todd? You're here with Wayne's Son?” The man asks. 

“Yeah, I thought it would be obvious with the leather jacket but I guess not.” You snark back. You stand up and turn around to walk back to Jason when you feel something small and sharp hit your ass. 

“Fucking excuse me?” You look up to see Jason standing right behind you. “What the fuck do you think gives you the right to touch someone else like that huh?” Jason lightly pushes you to the side as to put him right in front of the grimey old man. 

“She was asking for it wearing a dress like that.” Jason clenches his fists at the comment. 

“I'm sorry, what now?” Jason asks. Jason starts to stand taller, shifting his weight and getting closer to the man now. The interaction quickly gained a crowd of paparazzi and Guests alike. 

You softly grab Jason's right hand, holding it between yours and rubbing small patterns on back. “Baby leave him. He's just an ignorant old man. He-”

“He Fucking touched you, the ugly ass fossil deserves to be beat to a pulp.” Jason seethes. The man visibly grows angry at the disrespect. 

“Who you calling old, brat?” The man now stands up, barley coming up to jason's nose. 

“You. So step off or this will get ugly.” Jason warns, pulling you behind him, now holding your hands with his left. Jason puffs up bigger, trying to intimidate the man into fucking off.

“If she wants to dress like a prostitute then she will be treated like one. She deserves everything I did to her the Whor-” The man didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Jason punches him square in the nose. The punch breaks the geezer's nose as well as knocking him out cold. 

“Come on baby. Let's get out of here.” you pull jason along, pulling him out the back of the venue, towards the parking lot the valets were using. “Let's go home please.”

“When we get outside, take your heels off and jump on my back.” Jason instructs. 

“Yes, sir.” You respond. Jason lets a small ‘fuck’ out before just picking you up bridal style and kicking the door open. Jason proceeds to run towards the elevator spamming the button for the basement, where Bruce leaves some of his extra civilian cars. 

“You're taking one of Bruce's?”

“It's faster than trying to track down the damn valet with my keys.” He responds. When Jason gets to the audi R8 he opens the passenger side door and sets you down gently before closing the door and running around towards the drivers side.

“Take me home, Jase.” You say when he starts the engine.

“Anything for my princess.”

When you finally arrive back at your apartment, Jason pushes you up against the wall in the entrance way.both hands on your waist “Did that bastard hurt you?”

“No sir. I'm okay.” You respond, Jason pulls his left hand from your hip and places it on your neck, applying a small amount of pressure.

“Stop fucking calling me that or ill ruin you here and now.” Jasons’ pupils are blown wide, his hands shaking slightly and the bulge in his pants grows more noticeable by the second. 

“What, are you gonna punish me?” You tease. Jason tightens his grip on your throat. He shoves your legs apart with his knee and places it right up against your clit. 

“I said dont fucking try me princess.” You giggle a bit before he speaks again. “Im not in the fucking mood so dont.”

“Or what? You gonna ruin me?” Jason pushes his knee up, pushing it harder against your pussy

“That can be arranged,” he whispers. His whole body is shaking at this point, the mix of the adrenaline and the pure lust he feels clouding his mind. 

“Then ruin me daddy.”

Those four words spark something in Jason and before you know it, you're being thrown over his shoulder and tossed on your bed.

“Just remember princess, you asked for this.”

[yellowkitkieran]

To Have and to Heal (Part 11)

Masterlist

Read part 1 here

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Single working dad Martin Odegaard is navigating the ups and downs of parenthood all on his own, and he’s struggling. That’s not to mention football, life and... love?

TW: Descriptions of death, car crash and loss

Chicken parmesan is a staple in Martin's diet. With his homemade tomato sauce and a bit of fresh mozzarella, it's healthy enough to be a regular weeknight meal for him without having to classify it as a cheat meal. He's memorized his favorite recipe and always keeps the ingredients stocked in his fridge, which he's grateful for now.  It’s easy to make as well, meaning he can operate more or less on autopilot without needing to focus too much on what he was doing.

Kieran picked up Atla from school, for which Martin was eternally grateful. From the moment Arteta dismissed them from training, Martin had exactly two hours until you would arrive at his doorstep, and he wanted to have everything plated and ready to go when you got there. He should've had more time, but Mikel insisted on rerunning one particular drill multiple times until it was perfect. Martin had thought it flawless the first three times but apparently not; it had cost him an extra half hour to appease the gaffer. 

Now Martin flies around his kitchen, breading the butterflied chicken breast with practiced skill while his tomatoes sit uncut on the counter. He tackles those once the meat is in the oven, slicing and chopping until he's happy with the size. Into a simmering pot they go, combined with tomato paste and a blend of spices that he eyeballs rather than properly measures. In his mind, food turns out better when it's seasoned from the heart and not with a measuring spoon. 

Once Martin has a moment to breathe, he sets about tackling the scattered art supplies and clean laundry piled around the house. Between his recent shoddy mood and the overtime he's put in at training lately, he has had little time to keep up with Atla's clutter. Normally Martin wouldn't touch it. He likes his house to feel lived in, preferring a manageable amount of disarray to a clinically clean home. Tonight is a different story. He wants to impress you; everything needs to be perfect.

Martin is still fixing his stray hairs in the hallway mirror when the doorbell rings. He spots a smudge in the glass as he swears under his breath- not perfect, but as perfect as it’s going to get. 

"Hi."

"Hello." Martin can't take his eyes off you. He loves it when you dress comfortably like this, in well-loved sneakers, a pair of jeans and a red top that matches the bottle of wine in your hand. Martin gestures to it, "you didn't need to bring anything. I've not had that brand before, where's it from?"

"Oh um," you fidget on your feet, tucking the bottle in the crook of your arm and tugging the sleeves of your top over your hands. "It's from Norway? It's from some place that has a huge greenhouse, the person at the store was really excited about it. I'll be honest, I heard 'Norway' and was already sold on buying it."

God, you're adorable. Martin could kiss you, if it weren't for the fact that you're probably still cross with him. And that you deserve more than a rushed peck right now. And also, the fact that you're standing outside his house waiting to be invited in. 

"Oh, please come in. Sorry, I forgot my manners there." Martin steps aside to allow you in. He politely ignores the way your eyes widen as you take in his house, allowing you to judge him as you please. He's never had an eye for decorating and he fears that much is apparent. Suddenly Martin is all too aware that the curtains in the dining room clash horribly with the pattern on the seats at the table. He sighs internally at the dried paint pallet he forgot to grab off the coffee table by the sofa and the pair of tiny pink socks peeking out from under it. 

"Don't mind the mess," Martin says off hand as he takes the wine and pours two glasses. "I didn't have time to properly clean up. We got held late at training and of course I picked a dish that takes way too long to prepare, so I didn't have time for too much else."

Your slender fingers brush Martin's when you accept the glass he holds out. The sparks that sing up his arm nearly knock him off his feet. In that moment, Martin will do anything to have you forgive him. If you grant him the opportunity of a second chance, he won't squander it; he'll do everything in his power to treat you with the respect you deserve. Because that smile on your lips right now? Martin's craved like an addict, and now that he's seen it again he never wants to see any other expression from you. 

"Thank you, Mar. I don't mind the mess, really. I'm too busy trying to figure out what smells so delicious to look anywhere but your spotless kitchen- is it italian?"

Martin is so grateful that you've fallen into a normal conversation that he nearly forgets to reply. "Oh- it's just chicken parmesan, one of my favorites. I hope that's alright? I can make something else if not, or I could maybe order takeout quick… I'm sorry, I didn't even think to ask if you'd like it-" Martin cuts himself off, cheeks flaring. He's acutely aware of how his fingers itch to fidget with something. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, playing with a stray coin that somehow made it through the wash without falling out.

"It's alright," you laugh and Martin's anxiety ebbs with the sound. "Chicken parm sounds great, it smells amazing too." You reach out and touch the side of Martin's forearm, the contact as soft as butterfly feet on his skin but it's enough to have him sighing. "Thank you for cooking. I really appreciate it."

"It's not a problem, I needed to do something to show you how sorry I am. I was out of line-" Martin stops when you shake your head, that blissfully forgiving smile on your face. 

"Let's just have dinner first, okay? Then after, we can talk. Does that sound alright to you?"

Martin swears you're perfect. He's done denying it; he's enjoying this too much to pretend he doesn't feel pulled to you like waves to a shoreline. Martin would like to take you there actually- the beach. He'd love to see you building sandcastles with Atla, then splashing in the water when the blazing sun gets too warm. Maybe he could suggest it as a date this summer-

When you wave a hand in front of Martin's face, he realizes you've been speaking without him hearing a single word. At this point, you're causing enough distraction that Martin should be terrified… except he's not.

"I'm sorry I'm out of it- come sit and I'll get everything served up." Hearing his mum's content praise in his head, Martin pulls out a chair for you and pushes it in once you've sat down. Then he plates up a healthy portion of buttery green beans onto a plate for you, alongside a piece of chicken that, honestly, makes his mouth water. He hopes it's as good as it usually is. 

"Here you are," Martin murmurs, one hand braced on the back of your chair as he sets the meal in front of you. He takes a seat across from you, settling in and placing his napkin over his lap. He feels like somewhat of an imposter, pretending to be fancy when he feels anything but, though the shine in your eyes as you wait for him to speak makes his breath hitch. 

"Um, bon appétit? I hope you like it." Martin waits until your attention is on your food to carefully cut into his own meal. Yes, his hands are shaking; no he's never been this nervous over a dinner. Not even when he met with the big wigs at Arsenal to discuss a move from Madrid. 

Martin nearly chokes when you moan after the first bite. "God this is amazing Martin, I didn't expect you to be such a great cook!" Martin finally takes a bite himself, delighted when the perfectly melted cheese and crispy breading hits his tongue. Normally he isn’t one to brag, but this may be some of his best work to date. 

With his nerves eased, Martin falls into comfortable conversation for the remainder of the meal. You ask for seconds, so he delivers. You're happily surprised when he brings out a cheesecake for dessert- and he's rewarded with your beautiful laugh when he tells you how he had to fend off little fingers from snagging a bite this morning. 

Once your fork is down, however, Martin knows it's time for the serious bits. He's dreaded this all day, creating a script in his head of exactly what he wants to say. He's not ready, but he's as prepared as he'll ever be. 

"So," Martin starts, "first off I have to thank you for giving me a second chance. And for trusting me to make up to you for my actions last week."

Martin hates himself for the way your eyes fall to the ivy patterns on the tablecloth. He hates that he can see the fear that brims in you now at the reminder of how angry he'd been. All he wants to do is set it right. 

"I trust you because I know it was a one time thing, right?"

"Yes- yes absolutely," Martin murmurs quickly. "And I promised you that I'd explain- can I show you something actually?"

"Oh- yes, sure, you can." Martin stretches a hand out, heart pounding as you hold him on edge. It takes a few seconds for you to decide but eventually your soft palm slides against his, your fingers curling to wrap around his own. It's right. It's home. It's perfect. Martin can't hold back his smile, so he lets it unfurl as he leads you upstairs, going slow so you can take your time looking at the photos scattered on the wall. 

"All of these are just you and Atla," you note absently, turning to Martin like you expected more. You probably did, considering his closeness with the rest of the team. Martin's nod sends a lock of hair tumbling free to fall across his forehead and he doesn't bother fixing it. 

"That's a recent change," he explains in a voice full of gravel. "So is this room here. It was Maria's studio." Martin points to the white door at the end of the hall, the one he spent far too long avoiding. 

"Your wife," you murmur softly, squeezing Martin's hand when he nods, throat too tight to speak. "You've never told me her name before." 

"I uh, I don't talk about her too much. It still hurts, you know?" Martin's smile feels forced, but he's grateful for the steady support your hand provides him. "Come on, come with me." 

You don't speak as you let Martin lead you to the only closed door in his house. The brass knob is cold, but he was expecting that. He pushes it open, a million memories rushing in with the first step he takes. The wooden planks creak softly beneath his feet as he leads you to the center of the room, getting lost for a minute. 

Over the past week, Martin has channeled his extra energy into transforming this room from one filled with ghosts to a place where his daughter's creativity can run wild. Where towering stacks of cardboard boxes used to sit near the window, now sits a wooden toddler-sized easel. The half painted canvases that were haphazardly piled where he's standing now are neatly stacked on an art rack, waiting for Atla to complete them someday. And on the wall that the room shares with his own bedroom is the collection of paintings he loves most: Norwegian fields, family portraits, and the last painting his late wife ever created. 

"Oh, Martin, these are beautiful." You keep a respectful distance, admiring the artwork from afar. "Did Maria paint all these? They're wonderful… I see where Atla's talent stems from."

"This one is my favorite," Martin murmurs, pointing to the portrait of a smiling baby girl perched in his lap. "It's the last one Maria ever finished. It's the only one I have of Atla and I together."

Martin draws a deep breath, chest rattling with the effort of holding back tears. "I've not talked about this with anyone except the grief counselor- so please just bear with me."

The fingers of your free hand curl around Martin's bicep to provide five pinpricks of safety. Your touch, the pressure of your fingers on his tense muscles, grounding him, keeping him present, as if saying I'm here, I'm listening and I'll let you speak. A silent promise to stay by his side. I'm not going anywhere. Your closeness, the smell of your rosy shampoo mixed with generic laundry detergent, the quiet unsteady breaths, heavy with anticipation, the floor creaking under your weight as you shift from one leg to the other, most likely a byproduct of nerves. 

You, your proximity, feels like a single match in the otherwise pitch black darkness, the same darkness that always clouds the man's mind, serving as a guiding light, always promising to bring him back home. Home to Arsenal. Home to you. Home to safety, home to Atla. 

And somehow, in this otherwise dreadful moment- Martin has never been more grateful for you. 

"The reason I hate storms is because that's what killed her. Not directly, but it was the storm of the century that night, or at least that's what I was told afterward. She was coming home from her art lessons at the senior home across town… I told her to cancel, but Maria was always the woman who would never cancel a commitment once she made it. I loved that about her."

Martin has never spoken about loving Maria in past tense until tonight. 

"The uh… the stoplight down the street got knocked down with the winds. There was a ton of construction a little ways away, I guess they were just finishing up for the night. A- faen what is it… the big things with all the wheels- a truck? A truck- filled with sand or dirt or whatever it was had just left, headed towards the main road to get out and get home." 

Martin pauses. The night replays in his brain the same way it has thousands of times. It's haunted him, trying to imagine exactly what happened that night, his mind drawing a dozen different scenarios each more gruesome than the last.

Martin knows he couldn't have saved her, but he wishes he could've eased her pain. Been a loving face for her to see in her final moments.

"The truck driver didn't see her. And since there was no signal, he didn't think to look… He- he blew right through it. He slammed right into her car as she was going through. Not his fault- how would he have known? He was just trying to get home to his own family."

"Mar…"

Martin is aware of your arms wrapped around his middle, though he doesn't remember it happening. He can't take his eyes off that painting of him smiling down at Atla, happy as can be. His vision tilts and shifts as tears well in his eyes. Martin is dimly aware of the paths they streak on his cheeks. 

"There was pieces everywhere. Shattered glass like that stuff at parades- confetti? And broken plastic… blood, so much blood. The driver was crying- all I remember was this… numbness? I was cold, and wet- Kieran was there I think, or he was at the house with Atla… its all blurry."

"The doctors said it was almost instant, that she didn't feel much at all. I just hope that's true, I hope she didn't realize what was happening. That painting, the one I love so much? It was untouched in the crash- the car was mangled but that painting was perfect, not even a drop of rain on it when I pulled it out. Maria made it that night, from a photo reference she'd brought with her."

Your sniffle is what tears Martin out of his head. He wraps his arms firmly around your shoulders, holding you to him while you muffle your sobs in his chest. "That's why I hate storms, and that's why I freaked out. I know it's not an excuse for how I acted, but maybe it'll help you understand why I reacted how I did. And I'm working through it, I promise- I made an appointment with a woman who specializes in helping people overcome their fears, I'm seeing her later this month. I'm gonna work on it, because I want you to know I'm serious about this."

The only noise is Martin's breathing and your soft crying. He's not sure how long he stands there cradling you, but he'll do it for however long you need. Like he wishes someone had done for him years ago.

"Serious about what," you ask minutes later, pulling back just enough to wipe your eyes. Martin wants nothing more in that moment than to kiss away the tears on your cheeks, to erase the heartache you feel on his behalf. 

"About you, us, this relationship." Martin cradles your jaw in his hands, holding you with the softness one would use with a delicate flower. “No one has seen this room yet, not even Atla. I wanted it to be a surprise for her. But before I did that, I just… I needed to show you. So you would understand. I’m still healing- but I’m trying to heal quicker so I can be someone you can lean on.”

“Martin… Hey, look at me.” When Martin does as you ask, everything crashes over him at once. The crushing, soul splitting despair he felt on the night of the accident, the spark of affection that ignited a flame in his chest the first time he heard you laugh, the relief of finally sharing his story with someone. 

But finally, in the deepest part of him, he lets go. Martin allows the love he held for Maria to loosen it’s deathgrip on his heart and allows you to creep in. It’s worrisome, how easily you sneak in and nestle yourself into him, but he doesn’t care. He meant what he said; Martin is willing to try for you. He wants this to work.

“Thank you for trusting me with this.” Your thumbs rubbing along Martin’s jaw ground him. “I don’t want you to rush through recovery for my benefit. I hate seeing you struggle, of course I do, but I’ll wait as long as it takes, alright? Don’t feel like you need to put yourself on a timeline for me. I’ll wait, Mar, okay? Just keep trusting me.”

And Martin believes every word. He trusts you to be patient. You'll be at his side on the good days and the bad ones, when the residuals of his grief threaten to pull him under. It won't be an easy road, or a short one. Recovery will be barred by landslides and long stretches of obstacles. 

You are the light at the end of his tunnel. You are the goal he will work towards- you and Atla. Being a better man for the women in his life, both past and present. 

[sugawhaaa]

Ode x reader

Lipstick

Warnings: none :)

Genre:fluff (just that sweet sweet fluff)

Word count:2,145

Synopsis: Before heading out to a date with your boyfriend you ask him to do your makeup and it ends up being way cuter than you had thought it'd be.

Disclaimer~this is a complete work of fiction and is not intended to offend anyone! This is just for pure imagination and creativity.

A/N: I just found out I'm failing my social studies class and there's like nothing I can do about it atp but I mean whatever I have fanfics to write 😋

"Me?" O.de says looking at you dumbfounded. This morning while getting ready for a date you asked seungmin to do your makeup. It was an idea that just randomly struck you, you had all of your makeup laid out and ready to be put on but you decided to spice it up and let seungmin try and do it for you. Since he's an idol he might have a bit of an idea of how to use most things so it's not like you're risking your left eye still being able to see by doing this. Seungmin on the other hand was a little more worried.

"Are you sure? I mean I don't wanna hurt you or ruin your makeup," he said, slightly embarrassed. You just nodded your head.

"I'm positive. I trust you" you smiled at him and he just couldn't resist those dimples. He sighed

"Alright," He smiled as you started prepping more and rolling over a chair from the other side of the room. "but under one condition," he stated. You stopped what you were doing and turned to him with a confused look. "You just gotta give me one kiss, on the lips. A meaningful kiss" he put his hands on his hips and you giggled. You walked over to him and put both hands on his chest simultaneously, you went on your tippy toes and fluttered your eyes shut. You kissed you on the lips "meaningfully" like he said. You then went back onto your feet.

"Goofball," you smiled looking into his Boba eyes. With that you finished setting up and sat on one of the chairs. You rested your hands on your thighs which were pressed right together and covered by a plaid skirt. You excitedly sat up straight waiting for him to sit down with you. He spun the chair towards him and sat down. He then spun back over to face you, man spreading. He then looked over at all of the makeup pallets and bottles.

"So I know you have to clean your face first" he scanned the bottles section of your setup then his eyes lit up. "Do you start with this?" He said holding up the setting spray and you giggled "what? I'm trying my best!" He jokingly growled.

"I know, you're just funny. That is the setting spray, you use that at the end to make sure none of your makeup smudges off" you explained and you saw in his facial expressions that he was following. You then picked up a bottle that used to be filled with setting spray but now was just water. "This is the bottle I use, it's just filled with water" he nodded his head as you handed it to him. He pulled the cap off and analyzed it.

"Okay,uh close your eyes" He said awkwardly and you did as he commanded. "Good girl," he said in his deep voice, to which you replied with a slap of his thigh. (All jokingly of course) he sprayed the water on your face. "Now what" he said realizing he had nothing to spread the water around.

"There should be a pack of little white wipes, just use that to rub in the water," he did as you said, rubbing in all the water gently. "Good boy," you said, making him laugh. He finished cleaning your face and you opened your eyes. He looked around the table to see what was next. He spotted the foundation and started applying it to your face. You were slightly shocked at how much he knew so you just let him do his thing even if he was doing it wrong. Seungmin then grabbed the sponge and started blending it in. He seemed focused; he had the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.

"Okay next," He hummed as his hand scanned the table of makeup. "Aha concealer right?" He asked as he showed you the small tube he had picked out.

"Yup," you smiled. He twisted the tube but it wasn't budging, he was putting all his muscle into opening it.

"Dang it, I can't open it!" He complained still being unable to open it.

"Give it here," you said, extending a hand. He set it down in your hand and you started to try to open it. It clicked open instantly and his jaw dropped. "You were twisting it the wrong way," you giggled. He face palmed and took the concealer out of your hand. He gently started applying it. Some of it was placed in questionable places but you let him do his thing, as you had said earlier. He then blended it in and thought for a moment of what to do next. You sat there patiently waiting for him to choose, you weren't in a rush.

"I'm just gonna do your eyes now," he said, grabbing a pallet.

"Okay," you said cheerfully, smiling. He popped open the pallet and started looking at all the colors. He started getting overwhelmed by the colors.

"What color should I do?" he asked, looking up at you with doe eyes. You pointed to his head.

"Pink. Like your hair, we'll match" you grinned. He chuckled before saying "okay"

He then picked out a makeup brush to use. He picked the mermaid one.

"Alright, I'll be as careful as possible," he said, lifting up the brush that was coated in pink eye shadow.

"Wait just a heads up, use the darker color on the inside of my eyes and use the lighter one on the outer side," you said, moving your pinky finger back and forth to demonstrate for him. He nodded.

"Got it. Now close your eyes," you did as he said and closed your eyes. He suddenly grabbed your chin making you jump. Ode chuckled and apologized. He then used your chin to guide your head up a bit. He started gently applying the makeup to your inner left eyelid. It was a strange feeling. He wasn't aggressive but he also wasn't being soft about it, just by nature. He moved to your right eye and did the same. "Open" he spoke and you opened your eyes to see your boyfriend intently analyzing your eyes. Looking back and forth between them to make sure it was even no doubt. "Close again" he admonished. He added a little more eyeshadow to your left eye. When he finished you opened your eyes and saw a very similar faced Ode.

He did the same looking back and forth thing before nodding his head. He then spun his chair back to the table to wear the pallet he used previously sat. He scanned the pallet and started dabbing the brush on a lighter pink. You then started giggling.

"What?" Ode turned to you.

"I just didn't think you'd take this that seriously," you smiled at him fondly.

"Oh?" He pondered lifting up the brush.

"It's cute," you smiled with cheeks that were pinker than your makeup. His facial expression relaxed and his cheeks slowly tinted pink too. You watched his eyes and noticed he started looking at all of your facial features. Seungmin cleared his throat.

"Ahem, anyways close your eyes" He said sternly again and you happily abided, giggling. You felt the brush gently tickle your eyelids again as Ode applied the makeup to your eyes. After you felt him stop you opened your eyes. He then nodded his head in satisfaction.

"Okay next," He said, closing the pallet and setting it to the side "eyeliner or mascara?" Asked Ode.

"I personally do eyeliner first but it doesn't really matter," you shrugged letting him decide what to do next.

"Okay I've decided to do eyeliner!" He declared.

"Why'd you say it like a battle cry?" You laughed at his expressive behavior.

"Well because doing eyeliner is every man's fear when his girl asks him to do makeup. Like I could make you go blind" he explained dramatically.

"You can't make me go blind it's fine," you said, picking up the tube of eyeliner. "Even if you did, I love you too much to be mad at you," you smiled, setting it in his hand. He chuckled.

"I'll be sure to remind you about this conversation when we're in the hospital," he said, snapping the tube open. "Alright babe close your eyes," you did as you were told and you felt your cheeks heating up. You just loved it when he called you babe and it was a rare occurrence. You then felt the cold liquid on your eyelid as it slowly went across it. He swiftly finished off the line and you kept your eyes closed to let it dry. "I think I did pretty good for my skill level," he said proudly. "Okay now eyelid number two," after another cold layer of liquid on your lid you opened your eyes.

"Nailed it," Ode smirked and you laughed.

"Okay next, mascara" you said as you put the eyeliner back. He picked out some mascara and opened it.

"Is it supposed to be clear? Is this the wrong thing or something?" He asked as he started reading the bottle.

"It's clear mascara silly,"

"That seems kinda useless, don't you use mascara to make your lashes darker?"

"Yes but some people just use this kind of mascara to make their lashes thicker,"

Seungmin oh'd in understanding and started applying it. He was pretty good honestly, surprisingly there were no accidents.

"Wow that was actually really good, good job," you smiled as you watched him twist the lid back on the mascara.

"Thank you," he said proudly, making you chuckle. "Now finally blush," he said, grabbing a blush pallet and a poofy brush. "Which shade?" He asked, showing you the pallet.

"That one," you told him as you pointed to a nice shade of pink.

"Okay," seungmin said, dabbing the brush in the requested color. He dusted it over your cheeks and looked back and forth between your cheeks to make sure it was even. He closed the pallet dramatically, earning a slight giggle from you. "Finished, you look good as always," he smiled at you proudly. "Now can I use the setting spray?" He laughed.

"Yes," you laughed as you were getting it for him. He took it out of your hand and popped off the lid. You closed your eyes and he sprayed it a few times.

"Mmm it smells good," Ode hummed as he breathed in the scented spray.

"Oh Seungmin, can you hand me the fan on my desk," you said, extending a hand with your eyes closed. He placed the fan in your hand and you swung it open. You started fanning yourself to dry the spray faster. "Okay I'm ready to see your beautiful work" you said opening your eyes. You picked up a circular mirror from your table and looked at yourself. He actually did not do bad! The eyeliner was a little messy and uneven but it's okay he tried his best. "You did awesome," you praised

"I know" he smirked before you slapped him on the thigh again.

"I'm going to use the bathroom then we can head out," you said standing up.

"What about the mess I made?" He said getting up with you.

"It's fine I'll clean it when we get back," you shrugged as you headed off to the bathroom. When you finished using the bathroom and tying up your hair you went back to your shared room with Ode. You found him cleaning up the desk. "Seungmin, what are you doing?" You asked even though it was obvious.

"Cleaning. I know you'll be tired when we get back so I decided to clean for you now," he said, turning to you.

"Aww you're so sweet," you smiled as you were over to hug him. He squeezed you and let go. "Oh but there's one thing you forgot," you grinned up at him. He cocked his head. "Lipstick," you giggled.

"Dang it, I knew something was missing," he groaned, making you chuckle. You went over to your Lipstick section of your desk. You picked out a classic red color that stood out from the rest of your outfit and makeup. You did another check in your full length mirror and turned back to Ode.

"Ready to go!" You said cheerfully. He smiled.

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item # K22A41

RARE Pra Somdej Luang Phor Guay, Pim Prok-pho-yoi, Nua Pong, Lang Kian Yant Duay Dinsor. A Buddha amulet with figure of a mediating Buddha seating on a 3 tiers platform and a pallet, under a Bodhi Tree with drooping branches. In the back is with a hand written holy cabalistic writing with pencil by Luang Phor Guay himself. Made from many types of holy powder, blended with holy water, and plaster cement. Made by Luang Phor Guay of Wat Khositaram (Wat Ban Khae), Chai Nat Province in BE 2512 (CE 1969).

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*Pra Somdej Pim Prok-pho, the amulet with figure of Buddha seating under the Bodhi Tree has hidden meaning of ‘Peace, Safety & Prosperity under the Shade of Bodhi Tree’.

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BEST FOR: Peace, Safety & Prosperity under the Shade of Bodhi Tree. Pra Somdej Luang Phor Guay gives favorable omens, and strengthens auspicious omens which bring positive role in your life. Anything you wish for, and it could change your life for the better. This amulet has a tendency to draw positive energy. Klawklad Plodpai (bringing safety, and pushes you away from all danger), Kongkraphan (making you invulnerable to all weapon attack), Maha-ut (stopping gun from shooting at you), Metta Maha Niyom (helping bring loving, caring, and kindness, and compassion from people all around you to you), Maha Larp (bringing Lucky Wealth / wealth fetching), and Kaa Kaai Dee (helping tempt your customers to buy whatever you are selling, and it helps attract new customers and then keep them coming back. Ponggan Poot-pee pee-saat Kunsai Mondam Sa-niat jan-rai Sat Meepit (helping ward off evil spirit, demon, bad ghost, bad omen, bad spell, curse, accursedness, black magic, misfortune, doom, and poisonous animals). It helps protect you from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people. And the force of the bad intentions / activities / behaviors from your enemies hitting you, the Khata Sà-tón Klap Spell puts an equal force back onto them, meaning those bad intentions / activities / behaviors bounce back up to your enemies.

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“ข���ศิษย์ทั้งหลายอย่าอดอย่าอยากอย่ายากอย่าจนอย่าต่ำกว่าคนอย่าจนกว่าเขา”

“All of my Looksit (disciples / followers /adherents/ worshippers / devotees) will be away from destitution, failure, hardship & difficulty in living, poverty, inferiority, and deterioration in quality of life.”

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Luang Phor Guay was highly respected by Luang Phor Pare of Wat Pikulthong, Singburi Province. Many Batches of Luang Phor Pare’s amulets were blessed by Luang Phor Guay first, Luang Phor Pare would bring them to Luang Phor Guay and ask Luang Phor Guay to bless them for him before the Grand Blessing Ceremonies…

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*All of the amulet made by Luang Phor Guay, the last mantra that Luang Phor Guay blessed on amulets was “The Khata Sà-tón Klap (The Bouncing Back Mantra)”. The force of the bad intentions / activities / behaviors from your enemies hitting you, the Khata Sà-tón Klap puts an equal force back onto them, meaning those bad intentions / activities / behaviors bounce back up to your enemies.

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LUANG PHOR GUAY

Luang Phor Guay was an abbot of Wat Kositaram (Wat Ban Khae), Chainat Province living between (BE 2448 to BE 2522)

Luang Phor Guay was a disciple of many Legendary Guru Monks, for instance;

- The Holy Luang Phu Tao of Wat Kaang Kaao, a senior brotherhood of Luang Phu Suk of Wat Pak Klong Makham-tao

- The Holy Luang Phu Sri of Wat Pra Prang

- The Holy Luang Phor Derm of Wat Nong Pho

The supernatural power of Luang Phor Guay experienced by his Looksit (disciples / followers /adherents/ worshippers / devotees)

1)An ability to know the future.

2)An ability to shoot clay ball bullets from a sling bow with cursive path (line of fire) to any targets Luang Phor Guay wanted, no matter how far they were.

3)An ability to make a ring to be put on anybody’s fingers no matter where they were by blowing rings from Luang Phor Guay’s palms.

4)Photo shootings without Luang Phor Guay’s permission, those photos would be blurry or camera malfunctions.

5)An ability to make people who just visited Luang Phor Guay not to recognize Luang Phor Guay after leaving Luang Phor Guay.

6)An ability to stop gun from firing at him or anyone

7)An ability to make gun malfunction by squeezing out a piece of cloth in his hands.

8)An ability to make ants to return to their nest hole.

9)An ability to bless chicken food, and made chickens eat it if the chickens or the chicken eggs were stolen, and later eaten by the thieves, the thieves would got Dermatophytosis or Ringworm on their skins.

10)An ability to use a rock tying up with a robe, and beat up his looksit, and looksit felt no pain.

11)An ability to stop the gun from firing by saying “the gun jammed”.

12)An ability to treat people with headache by pinching their own thumbs.

13)An ability to heal people with broken bones.

14)An ability to replace the pain during child labor from wives to their husbands.

15)An ability to turn a man to both a crocodile, and then a tiger or vice versa.

16)An ability to turn midrib of a banana leaf to a green snake, and a loincloth belt to a cobra.

17)An ability to turn leaves of Maerua siamensis (Kurz) Pax tree to wasps.

18)An ability to turn a joss stick wrapped with red paper to a Siamese fighting fish.

19)An ability to hold burning charcoal in his hands

20)An ability to pick anything that his hand could hold from anyplace, no matter how far they were.

21) Luang Phor Guay’s message to his looksit would come true.

22)An ability to make his amulets floating in the water or flying in the air.

23)An ability to command wasps to sting any people he wanted. And command turtles to search for anybody he wanted.

24)An ability to toss his amulets into the air, and those amulets were flying to people whom he wanted to give amulets to, no matter where they lived.

25)An ability to know if his Looksit were assaulted or in danger, no matter where they were at.

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THE AMULETS OF LUANG PHOR GUAY

Luang Phor Guay made and blessed all of his amulets by himself. Mon Pra Gaan, the Lord Kala in Sanskrit, the Pra Gaan Mantra, the one who is beyond time (death) and universe and all life within, and the god of death. Those who have good intentions of using Luang Phor Guay’s amulets would be blessed, those who are not will be doomed. And all amulets made by Luang Phor Guay, at the final of blessing ritual, Luang Phor Guay would end with Khata Sa-ton-klap. Such Khata has a power that helps protect amulet wears from manipulators, backstabbers, and toxic people. Not only protection from those kind of people, but also people who are thinking a “bad” thought about the amulet wearers will also be doomed.

REMARK: According to Looksit (disciples / followers / adherents / worshippers / devotees) of Luang Phor Guay, Luang Phor Guay made amulets every day to release his mind power (Grasin Fire) that generated heat in his body, and Luang Phor Guay NEVER made amulets for sale. Luang Phor Guay just gave amulets to anybody he wanted.

THE BLESSING PROCESS OF AMULETS OF LUANG PHOR GUAY

Luang Phor Guay blessed his amulets at the 7 times of the day firstly in the early morning, in the late morning, in the afternoon, in the late afternoon, in the evening, in the late evening, and at midnight. These 7 times of blessing was said to be the blessing process of Black Magic, and to prolong/extent the lives of people who wear his amulets in case that people’s lifespan on earth are shorten by their bad karma. And only best guru monks or Best white robe masters could perform such rituals. Luang Phor Guay would pick the day on auspicious constellations (Rerk Mongkon), master of devil constellations (Rerk Boon Phraya Maan), and criminal constellations (Jora Rerk). Luang Phor Guay said that the Rerk Boon Phraya Maan, and Jora Rerk are constellations that help criminals, and evil people to successfully commit their crimes, and amulets of Luang Phor Guay would perform miracles to persuade those bad people to believe in good and bad karma, then they will return to support Buddhism, and finally, they will be decent citizens.

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*with Certificate of Authenticity issued by DD-PRA

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DIMENSION: 3.80 cm high / 2.50 cm wide / 0.60 cm thick

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[spaghettidinnertime]

It’s spaghetti dinner time:

Baloney! Bob Ross

Hello again, i’m glad you could join us, get your brushes and paint ready, i got a beautiful little painting i think y’all gonna enjoy. Let’s get started

We always start either a thin, a very thin coat of liquid white. Today we’re gonna paint you a picture, but not of happy trees and phalo blue skies. todays picture is the truth of one of the biggest cons america has ever seen. Inspirational? yeah, if you’re a lying son of bitch.

This needs to be talked about from somebody who experienced first hand how Bob Ross is the most demonizing con artist that ever existed and there’s 30 seasons of it. I have never gotten so frustrated and pissed at this dog and pony show he puts on convincing you that yeah, come on boys and girls, anybody can paint. i couldn’t draw a straight line, if people say you can draw i say BALONY”! no bob; you’re balony, and i’ll explain why.

The bs starts literally immediately, “All you need is yadda yadda yadda, IT’S REALLY CHEAP, ANYONE CAN AFFORD TO PAINT”, fires a cheap shot before cutting the color run down, “or just grab whatever YOU want to do”, basically saying grab the crayons all you poor pieces of shit. I get all the paint that’s $100 for the entire set, i don’t know any better i’m thinking $100 is a steal cause he’s already got the conning seeding, 2 seconds into the thing. He’s got a whole paint brush line up, a pallet and pallet knife and of course i got the bob ross brushes, entire diff kit. He runs through colors across the bottom, and then tells you this standard set up he’s got.

The set up is “standard”, it’s this giant industrial sized easel, with big canvases, so there’s another $300-350 for that size easel, with this giant bucket with the odorless paint thinner. Now this cheap “activity” is now running a months car payment, ok and we haven’t even started to paint yet. So there i am in the living room of my town house all set to go.

The world was not started by the big bang, it was started with a very thin coat of liquid white. Wait, never did we mention liquid white bro, it’s suppose to give us the shine we want and we’ll blend in easily. Pause the tv, head to walmart at 2 am to get liquid white. So we finally start, i get the very thin coat of liquid white on there. As he commonly does, we take the “2” brush, dip it in titanium white and a little bit of pressium blue, just dab it right into the bristols, just get it in there and we start with some criss cross strokes, just nice and gentle, just little x’s here and there, don’t worry where you go this is your world”. So 5 mins into this i’m locked, like i’m quitting my day job, i’m gonna be an artist and inspire young artist. Get the sky up, without dipping the brush got some late evening sunlight going down, we’re good, this is cake, bob ross has it all figured out.

This is episode 1, of 30 seasons. 30 seasons, that’s almost a season every year since i was 4. 30 SEASONS i did this shit. In 30 of those seasons, not once dies he warn you about beating the devil outta it, you find out real quick when he dips the brush in paint thinner, and beats the piss out of it smacking the shit out of it on the 8 inch steel pipe that hold this easel up, and paint goes absolutely everywhere. He chuckles and goes “Carful when you clean your brushes, you don’t want and angry wife at ya, it’ll get all over, then she’s gonna be mad, we don’t want her mad, okay back to it”. You might wanna mention that and save your inspirational deceptions until after mentioning hey i’m in a warehouse, careful at home it’ll go all over. My girl comes home, $1000s of dollars in furniture ruined, yeah what do i say; “it’s bobs ross l’ fault, he didn’t warm me before beating the devil out of it”—Bob uses that line as code for your wife is gonna beat the devil outta you. She be smacking me like the brush on that steel pole. I’d have to pause the show again, first for Walmart liquid white and now to clean so the devil doesn’t beat my ass, or my wife whatever. Anyways, we fire it back up, there’s that son of bitch grinning ear to ear, let’s paint a forest. He’s using sweet colors mine starts great and he’s go, “let’s use the fan brush now” tosses the brush aside and subtlety say, “to save time, i got a whole supply of clean brushes so i don’t have to clean mine every time, but you go ahead” while im cleaning the brush he’s making sounds “all you need is a dream in your heart and a willingness to put it on canvas”, i still think i got this, he just keeps me hooked with the brainwashing telling me to paint whatever do whatever i want. but no, stay the course, do as bob. He makes a mistake, the classic “happy accident” with his squirrel friends, well while his happy squirrels are fucking enjoying the view my happy accident looks like it would be somewhere in California, burning to the ground, i got s full blown forest fire and a giant mud pit in front of the forest that’s on fire from his “super easy method anyone can do” painting the tree reflections onto a pond or little lagoon, and then again he says, “you don’t wanna be a mud mixer, so careful you don’t let the paint blend together wrong”. That would be about the time, every episode, for 30 god damn seasons, i would throw the pallet, cuss like a sailor and throw my piece of shit, conned paintings out the window and yell Baloney Bob at my tv! Baloney!

Too be continued…

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄

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CONTENT WARNING: food, tension, dealing, bullying, cheer things i tried my best lmfao, nsfw implies

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your fingers drummed on your steering wheel, humming to the music on the radio as you waited for Chrissy to come out. you both had practice after school so you had your cheer bag in your back seat and hoped Chrissy remembered to bring hers out with her so she didn't have to go back inside and look for it.

the muffin in your bag that you were gonna save till later was calling your name as you waited, you heard Chrissy's front door open and her tell her mom bye before she closed the door and jogged to your car.

thankfully Chrissy remembered her cheer bag. she tossed it into the back where yours was then put her backpack on the floor of the car between her legs. you looked over at her, taking her features, she looked pale and tired and her nose had a slight red tint. you knew she was going through a rough time but hadn't told you much about it, just that she's been having headaches and feeling off. of course you were worried but you didn't want to pry it out of her, you'd wait till she was ready to talk about it.

you reversed out of her driveway and started going your normal route to school, "you get any sleep last night?" you asked, hearing her yawn before pulling down the sunshade and sliding open the mirror.

"barely any, but i took some vitamins that are supposed to give me energy" she answered, digging through her back and pulling out a small makeup pouch. taking a brush and her eyeshadow pallet and dipping it into the blue before putting it on her lids.

"try to get some sleep leading up to the game, it's next week and i don't want you passing out while waiting to perform," you said, taking a turn and making sure to make it smoothly so Chrissy's belongings didn't go everywhere.

Chrissy blended her eyeshadow before moving onto her lips with a tinted gloss, she put her things back before closing the mirror and flipping it up. "i promise, plus Jason has been on me about it too. do you think we will win the game?" she asked, fixing her ponytail and then her bangs.

"I'm hoping, we haven't had a good year plus with us graduating and all, i think they're at least hoping to get a win," you said, pulling into your normal parking spot. Chrissy agreed, bringing her backpack onto her lap before getting out of your car.

you kept your keys in your hand as you reached into the back to get your bag, bringing it to the front and putting it over your shoulder before you got out. Chrissy waited on you but it was soon interrupted by Jason, Andy, Patrick, and Chase coming over to your both.

Jason wrapped his arms around Chrissy and you could hear her sweet laugh, you locked up your car and dropped your keys into your tote bag. you could hear them all talking on the other side of your car, you knew they were also waiting on you.

you looked around, only for your eyes to settle on Eddie's van with him leaned against it, a cigarette in his hands as he flicked the ashes onto the concrete. Eddie stared back and brought the cigarette to his mouth, inhaling then waiting and exhaling through his nose. Eddie had a smug smirk, he looked from you to behind you then back to you and nodded his head, telling you to go on.

"y/n!"

you jumped and turned around quickly, Andy was calling after you and you could tell Chrissy was going to call after your first but he beat her to it. you looked back and saw Eddie stomping on his cigarette and snickering.

you walked over to the group apologizing as you all started walking.

"there was a stray cat over there, went under some people's cars, i just wanted to see if it would be safe" you lied on the spot, hearing Chrissy whine about a stray cat and Jason comforting her.

Andy tossed an arm over you, "during lunch we can come out and give it some milk" he suggests and Chrissy nods, telling Jason how excited she is for lunch now and how cute the cat must have been to catch your attention so quickly. you knew Andy only did that to get brownie points from you but he earned it from Chrissy instead.

you looked back and noticed Patrick following behind, you called his name and reached for his hand, and brought him up to where you and Andy were. you smiled at him and asked how his weekend was while Andy just scoffed, clearly annoyed that you weren't feeding into the kind of energy he wanted to have with you but he still kept his arm around you.

lucas was nowhere to be seen until you saw him from the corner of your eye, he ducked and hid behind a corner the person he was talking to, you were pretty sure it was mike wheeler, rolled his eyes and moved to get closer to Lucas.

you listened to Patrick talk about the fishing trip he and his grandpa were going on this weekend to celebrate the big game coming up, you smiled and told him you hoped he has a great time. you knew was seeing Mrs.Kelley too, Chrissy had told you when she was going to her second or third session with her and she had seen him and Mrs.Kelley talking then her telling him his next session date.

walking to your normal spot in the lunch room, luckily people could sit in the cafeteria, gym, or library until the bell rang. they used to make everyone sit in the gym but it was always so crowded and walking up the bleachers to just find a seat was obnoxious.

sitting your bag on the table in front of you with a sigh as andy sat beside you, basically pushing Patrick out of the way.

"what color was it?"

you jumped and whipped your head around, Chrissy looked startled by the reaction. you furrowed your brows "huh?" you said and leaned closer to her.

"the cat, what color was it?" she asked again, blinking in confusion.

fuck. the lie you made on the spot now needed to be added onto.

"uh orange with like a -uh- cream-whiteish color on its chest and belly" you lied, a smile coming onto your face and you nodded to sell the lie.

Chrissy smiled big and you knew she believed it. thank god. Chrissy turned to Jason and told him what you said, you could hear her giggling and telling him that it should be easy to find.

you rolled your eyes as andy tapped your shoulder, you turned towards him and he started talking, you weren't listening and just slightly nodded every time he would look at you to see if you were answering.

"you have practice today?" he asked, pulling you out of your zoned-out state, you raised your brows and then nodded. andy's smile turned into a smug smirk.

"how about after practice I pick you up and we go to that diner by Jasons-"

your breath caught, the diner you were going to ask Eddie if he wanted to go to if he didn't rush you out of there. is this what Jason feels like? eddie's name seemed to never leave his mouth, to be honest, it felt like he was obsessed with him most of the time. "the freaks coming over here" "there goes the freak" "freaks probably about to do a ritual in the woods" was just some of the things that you could remember him saying.

andy continued to talk and talk and you weren't listening, you jumped at the sound of the bell then quickly grabbed your things and Chrissy's arm.

"y/n? you didn't answer-" you heard andy call out but before he knew it you were dragging Chrissy to your lockers. no matter how hard you tried he never got the hint even if you said it right to his face.

you leaned against your locker as Chrissy unlocked hers, you never really used yours, only when you needed to put something super heavy but Chrissy uses hers all the time, she was excited and decorated it and everything.

"andy is so annoying" you groaned, closing your eyes and crossing your arms with a pout.

"he likes you, give him a chance," Chrissy said, she smiled at you. you rolled your eyes and she laughed. Chrissy grabbed the things she needed and then closed her locker.

opening your eyes and getting closer to Chrissy while you both looked for an opening to join the groups of students in the middle of the hall.

the red hair caught you instantly, max, she was trying to find a spot to pass through without bumping into people. you smiled at her and waved, she gave a small wave back before finding a little pocket of no people to slip through.

you heard Chrissy talking but your mind was consumed with the cologne that was the only thing you could smell right now. it gave you a sense of deja vu and you could tell just from the first few seconds it was Eddie Munson's cologne. you swallowed thickly, he was behind you.

the feeling of eyes burning in the back of your head made you nervous. would it be dumb just to turn around and see?? perhaps but what if it's just someone that uses the same cologne that he does, it's probably not even him because half the time he's always late to first period. a quick peek wouldn't hurt.

turning your head and being met with a waft of said cologne and a Megadeth T-shirt almost touching your nose. you looked up a bit and Eddie was looking down, his head tilted in a teasing manner. the way he looked at you, the same way he looked at you during the party.

you felt yourself being tugged, whipping your head towards who was pulling you, it was Chrissy of course, tugging you through an empty pocket of people and into the classroom.

Chrissy let you go and then took her seat. you took yours behind her and you tried not to watch the door but every time you heard the door squeak open you couldn't stop your eyes from wandering.

Eddie sat a few seats away, where he could see you but you would need to turn your head to see him.

the class was easy, just getting handed a worksheet and then listening to instructions for 10 minutes. the rest of the period was supposed to be a silent work time but that never happened, groups of people talked to each other as they tried to work on the assignment. Chrissy would turn around in her seat to talk to you while Patrick tried to talk to you from across the room. you snuck a few glances at Eddie when you would talk back to Patrick, he was talking to someone, a guy that was in a few of your classes. you watched him dig into his pocket to grab his wallet, taking it out and grabbing some cash out of it, counting then handing it to Eddie. Eddie recounted it before stuffing it into his pocket, then saying something to him, the guy nodded before turning around in his seat.

before Eddie could catch you looking, you turned your attention to Chrissy. the weird thing was, was that Chrissy was watching them too. you leaned forward on your desk, your finger going up and playing with her hair.

Chrissy looked anxious watching them, clearly deep in thought. her mind couldn't wrap around the thought she was going to be doing the same thing soon when she gathered the money and worked up the courage to even go up to Eddie Munson and try to buy off him.

"you okay?" you asked, taking her out of her thoughts.

"yeah, m'fine" Chrissy said, nodding her head softly.

"i have a session with ms. Kelley after practice and Jason is gonna pick me up after" Chrissy added, moving her mouth to the side and then into a frown since you wouldn't be driving her home.

you nodded sadly, at least now you could shower in the locker room instead of Chrissy hurrying you to your car as soon as practice ends, which she had a bad habit of doing but you loved her and could survive an hour of being sweaty to take her places.

the bell rang, and the room emptied pretty quickly. second period, one you didn't have with Chrissy but you did have it Patrick and you two sat close enough to talk.

you heard chase's voice calling for Patrick when walked out of the room, maybe he was skipping but that didn't seem like a Patrick thing to do.

"y/n"

you stopped in your tracks, a few students bumping into you then apologizing from theirs and your end followed. you looked around for who said your name. it took you a few seconds to find Dustin, he pushed passed a few students and came up to you.

"hi Dustin" you greeted, only two minutes till the bell.

"Have you seen Eddie? been trying to find him everywhere" he asked, gripping his backpack straps as he talked.

you looked around to try and spot him but you were out of luck.

"he was in first period but i don't know where he went after, sorry" you sighed, Dustin groaned and looked around.

"alright thanks, see you later" Dustin huffed, he gave you a quick smile and then took off down the hall before you could say bye.

you couldn't help but smile, he was the same kid you had babysat just taller personality never changed one bit. turning on your heels and speed walking to your class.

finally, lunch came, the first four periods of the day always felt long and only got longer the more you think about it. you stuffed your things into your locker and waited for Chrissy, hoping she didn't run into Alex or Lynn on her way here or you two would never make it to lunch. 

you picked at your nails before looking up just at the right time to catch Chrissy jogging down the hall, her ponytail swaying back and forth as she did so. you undid her lock for her so she just had to throw her things inside and lock it. 

Chrissy smiled, "Jason's waiting for us by the doors in the lunch room, he has a little bowl and some milk" she breathed out while tossing her things into her locker. 

you nodded with a smile but in your head, you were cursing this made-up cat. "let's go" you said, holding your arm out for her. Chrissy locked her locker and took your arm with hers. 

the loud conversations from the lunch room echo into the hallway, the loudest being the laughter from the hellfire club, they looked happy as their smiles grew larger with every joke that was said. you two walked past them, getting closer and closer to Jason, Patrick, and sadly andy. 

Chrissy let go of your arm when Jason put his arm out for her to curl into his side. "hey chris, you two ready?" Jason asks, Chrissy's cheeks tinted pink at the nickname and she said yes almost immediately. you nodded and followed them out the doors. 

walking closer to your car and Eddie's van, Chrissy started making clicking noises and calling out for the cat. you pretended to look for it too, looking at the beginning of the little wooded area then coming back and telling them you had no luck finding the cat. chrissy continued looking under cars but she found nothing. 

"must have run off," you said, crossing your arms, Patrick agreed. Chrissy whined and Jason comforted her with a hug then let her go and got closer to Eddie's van. 

 "what if we dump this milk into the freaks van," Jason said, he pointed at the crack in the window that Eddie must have done on purpose since it was a pretty hot day. the evil smirk on Jason's face made you sick. 

"probably will mold if he doesn't find it right away" andy snickered, high-fiving Jason. 

you scoffed and snatched the paper bowl from Jason and dumped it into a bush, making the attention turn onto you. "grow up, seriously." was all you said before walking back to the lunch room. 

lunch was boring, Chrissy talked to you while you could tell Jason was side-eyeing you and purposely ignoring you which you didn't care about because you weren't planning on talking to him anyways. you were relieved when the bell rang, being the first to shoot up and make your way to your locker. you and Chrissy didn't have any other classes together so you wouldn't have to wait for her until practice. 

you spent the rest of the day looking out the windows or your different classes, doing the work the teachers assigned, god you were so ready to graduate. your last class of the day was ms. Odonnell was tragically boring and you couldn't wait to get out of there. your grade in her class had gone up and down, up and down all damn year from how she couldn't keep your attention for more than three minutes, which caused a few counselor visits if you wanted to stay on the cheer team. 

"y/n?"

you blinked a few times, turning your head to the person in front of you. Fred Benson. 

"yeah, what's up?" you asked, leaning forward on your desk. 

"tomorrow nancy would like to talk to you about pictures for the yearbook and the upcoming game," he said, scrunching his face to fix his glasses. you nodded and mumbled an 'okay' and Fred turned around.

the bell rang and you sprung up, speeding your way out of the room and to your locker. 

- 

changing into your practice clothes you had in your bag then warming up. the coach watched you all run through the routine multiple times then stopping for water breaks then back to the routine. the coach corrected posture and wobbly knees and flips. you were so ready to take a shower and change into the shorts and muscle shirt you put in there so you didn't have to wear the clothes you wore all day at school. 

after an hour and a half, it was over, your legs and chest burned while you chugged down water like it was the first time you've ever drunk anything. the muffin in your bag was still there, and was calling your name again. you grabbed your bag and headed to the locker room, you always kept flip-flops and a mini thing of your body wash and deodorant, and perfume in your bag then changed out the clothes when needed. 

the cold water hit you, cooling you off which made you sigh in relief of your aching muscles and warm skin. washing all the sweat from your skin and breathing in the sweet smell of your body wash. 

turning off the water and shaking the small loofa, you reached out from the curtain and grabbed the small towel you had, and dried off your body. once dry you grabbed your bra and a new set of panties, not your favorite ones but they'll do, then grabbed your shorts and shirt. 

keeping the towel in your hands and the loofa and body wash as you moved the curtain and grabbed your bag, bringing it to the sink and sitting it down. you stood on one foot, taking off your flip-flop and drying it with the towel then switching to the other and drying it off. your old clothes and shoes were stuffed into your bag, you dried off the loofa with the towel then put it into your bag. you dug through your bag to find you perfume you had put into there. 

you found it and sprayed yourself then tossed it back and zipped up your bag. other clubs were either done or there were a few people left that were getting things ready for the next meeting or gathering their things. you walked to your locker and grabbed your bag then locked it again. 

you listened to the sound of your flip-flops as you walked to your car. you could hear mumbling as you turned the corner. 

Eddie was leaning against his van, the same guy that gave him the money earlier stood in front of him. Eddie dug in his pocket, pulling out a baggie of weed, he must have been waiting for him since he had it in his pocket and in the toolbox you heard he kept it in, but you could've been wrong. you heard the guy thank Eddie and you watched him smile and wave off the guy as smoke came out of his mouth. he flicked his cigarette and took his final puff before tossing it to the ground and stubbing it out with his boots. 

you tossed your bags in your car, being careful since you didn't want to squash your muffin. 

"hey there sweetheart" 

the nerves in your stomach picked up, you closed your backseat door and turned to him.

"you know there are cameras right?" you said, pointing up the white camera on the side of the building. 

Eddie laughed and looked up at it, "yeah but they don't work, jeff and I threw rocks at it months ago and they never fixed it. guess it's not in their school budget" he said with a shrug. you laughed. 

"ain't it risky to deal right here though, even with broken cameras?" you asked, tilting your head. 

"yeah but not like anyone would say anything, you know since he's on student council people will just say it's a rumor and when he denies it'll be old news" Eddie answered, you nodded and noticed you heard about one of them buying off Eddie before and it was soon forgotten because people trusted their word. 

"saw you practicing," eddie said, his tone changing. 

"you stalking me now?" you teased and watched eddie get a little bashful. 

"no, no, just happened to see you doing all that hard work, and you know since we're here I thought I'd offer to help you relax," Eddie said, he just slightly took in his bottom lip as waited for you to say something. 

you looked around, "right now?" you asked. 

"right now, right here baby" he quipped, a smirk forming on his face.

[forbidding-souda]

Could I pls request Sonia, Celestia, Korekiyo, Gundham & Junko with a s/o who doesn’t know anything about make-up or the utensils & doesn't wear it. But like say s/o politely asks for a makeover, Out of curiosity. Even tho they might fidget a bit ? - 🐺

Sonia Nevermind, Celestia Ludenberg, Shinguuji Korekiyo, Gundham Tanaka, and Junko Enoshima doing their S/O's makeup

my dad might buy me mitski tickets who's going to the show in oakland LMAOO

can someone tell me what's considered like high followers on tumblr? is getting followers easy - like what's the follower culture on tumblr, do most blogs have like an easy 10k or are we thinking more like 5000-1000 thing? /srs

currently listening: gingerbread man by melanie martinez

-Mod Souda

Celestia Ludenberg

❤ When you bring up the fact of wanting to know more about makeup, and wanting her to put it on you. She didn't respond at first. It's not that she was ignoring you - she was just imagining you with her makeup. I'm going to have to switch some things around, she decided.

❤ You keep commenting on the things she pulls out, making a fool out of yourself and your absence of knowledge, but she doesn't mind too much.

❤ You brace yourself, waiting for the powder to be cold - or the liquid to be uncomfortable, or her messing up and ruining your face forever. You keep shifting (which irritates the hell out of her).

❤ One thing you're not worried about is if it is going to look good or not. You know she is talented and that whatever she does, it's going to eat.

❤ After the sun sets, she is finished, and she shows you into the bathroom. Her bathroom has many mirrors, more than yours at home does.

❤ It's beautiful - she has an excellent hand. There is even a small smirk on her lips, one filled with pride, and you kiss her cheek to show her how happy you are.

.

Sonia Nevermind

❤ As soon as Sonia's done laying out all the brushes, she clasps her hands together. "This is what you wanted, right?" She asks.

❤ You smile. "Exactly."

❤ "I'll just let you see when I'm done, okay?"

❤ "I'm excited."

❤ You didn't really have too much confidence in her makeup skills - just because you vaguely know for a fact that she had her own makeup artists and hair women that get her ready for events. But then again, she is a very beautiful girl, and don't all of them know the basics? You're jealous. It all seems so complicated.

❤ She eyes your face and it's a bit intimidating. "Should I go for a natural look? Or should I use glitter - oh, there's so many choices."

❤ You sigh, letting her talk to herself, and fold your hands.

❤ It feels nice to have her touch you like this. Her blue eyes pierce you, full of concentration, as if your face had shifted into her canvas and nothing more.

❤ There was no point in talking. You didn't want to distract her - especially with your fidgeting, too.

❤ "I love you," you say. Your eyes are closed and you must look silly saying it like this, but she doesn't seem to agree with those thoughts, because she says, "I love you, too."

❤ When you open your mouth, you see her putting the brush against her tongue and licking it before dipping it back into the pallet. You lean back against the wall, listening to her talk to herself about whether or not the colors are even and if it is blended and other things you don't understand.

❤ She deems herself finished in the middle of her smudging red into your cheeks, which was a weird correlation to you, as you thought lips would be the final touch.

❤ "Do you like it?" You don't answer immediately. You lean forward towards the mirror and put a hand to your face. She did end up adding glitter - and it made you look so rich. "Sonia."

❤ "What?" she says.

❤ "There's no lipstick."

❤ She puts a hand on your cheek, bringing you in, kissing you with her red lips. When she pulls back there's a noticable stain. "There you go."

.

Shinguuji Korekiyo

❤ He smiles mischievously when you ask him to do your makeup.

❤ He spends most of the time on eyeliner, not letting you see what he's doing, and it makes you anxious more than anything.

❤ "Hold on, I have to blink." You have said multiple times during the session.

❤ He talks your ear off as he does, too. He'll talk about his day, or what practices he has done recently, and you just have to listen to it. He might even explain to you the history of makeup and the different styles it has taken over the years.

❤ It's warm in his room, and you and him are both hardly dressed within your house. You're almost scared you're going to sweat the makeup off.

❤ Whenever one of his hands lands on his lap, you grab it, squeezing it before letting go. He loves it when you touch him.

❤ The eyeliner, such a reveal, was as straight as a line and looked perfect with your eyeshape. You could not have ever imagined being able to do it yourself.

❤ It looks so right, too. You wish it could bleed into your skin and be apart of you forever.

.

Gundhan Tanaka

❤ His face when he's concentrated is just so cute, you have to fight the urge to lean forward and kiss him. He mostly uses shadows under your eyes, darkening them, going close to your waterline.

❤ This is absolutely the most annoying thing. It's hard not to blink and you're scared of messing him up.

❤ His thick hands hold onto your place to keep you still, too. You lean into his touch.

❤ The makeup he does is a lot quicker than you realize. It only takes him less than ten minutes, which is funny because he spends quite an amount of time in the bathroom every morning.

❤ Before you even look at yourself, you kiss him. You can't fight the urge any longer. He looked so cute.

❤ Even if you don't like it, you make sure to shower him with praise and to let him know that his work was excellent. He makes you look very 90s, very grunge, in the literal definition of the word.

.

Junko Enoshima

❤ This moment, with her hands on you, just feels so right. She's been waiting for you to ask her to do your makeup. If it was her choice, she'd pick out your outfits and do your nails and style your hair.

❤ After an hour or so, she finally finishes.

❤ But that hour was full of you fidgeting in your seat in front of her vanity, asking her questions about stuff, and listening to her talk about her modeling days.

❤ You kiss her out of excitement, praising her before she has the option to sarcastically ask you to.

❤ "It's amazing," you say. "I can't believe how good this looks, you're really talented."

❤ When she bats her eyelashes at you, you go in for another kiss, trying not to smear the lipstick.

❤ She kisses back, even though she hates it when you kiss her while she is wearing lipstick.

❤ You're surprised she got you to sit down still enough to get the eyeliner this fine and the glitter to not spill over to your cheeks.

❤ After this, for events where you're by her side, you ask her to do your makeup.

[scented-morker]

Not my hands challenge

bf!Chenle x female!Youtuber!reader, mentions of death (joking way tho) not proofread!

“Hello everyone, and welcome back to my channel!! As you can see, we have a very special guest today!” You cheered, directing jazz hands toward your boyfriend who was sitting next to you at your desk.

“Hi guys, what’s up,” Chenle greets them, giving a wave to the camera.

“Okay so I have seen some requests for this video, as it surprisingly was not that hard to get Chenle to agree.

“She had to beg me,” he whispered to the camera.

“He actually agreed immediately,” you whispered in the same manner, winking at your boyfriend as you continued to explain the challenge.

“So basically, I’m going to be doing my makeup today, EXCEPT, it’s not going to be my arms!”

As you’re speaking Chenle gets up from his spot and starts digging through your vanity, setting up the multiple brushes and pallets you’d need.

“See look at him he’s so excited to do it, he can’t even wait for me to be ready!”

“See look at him he’s so excited to do it, he can’t even wait for me to be ready!”

“I’m just trying to be efficient, the faster we get started the faster it’s over, for your information,” he sasses, annunciating every syllable as he defends himself.

“Okay, yeah, sure,” you roll your eyes, getting up to grab one of his hoodies.

“So I’m going to put this on,” you narrated as you slid it over your head, “and now…” you went over to the large seat where your boyfriend was sitting and plopped down right in between his legs, which were spread into a v. “Chenle is going to put his arms into my hoodie.”

“My hoodie actually!” He interjected, but you ignored him, simply pulling your arms out of the sleeves while he slid his in.

You giggled at the way it tickled when his skin brushed against your own.

“I forgot how ticklish you were,” he laughs, purposefully tickling your sides and laughing when you squirm in his lap, unable to smack him because of your arms being stuck in the front part of the hoodie.

“Stop! Stop! Chenle I will smother you in your sleep tonight!”

He laughed, placing a soft peck on your shoulder blade in response, mumbling an “I’m sorry, please don’t murder me.”

“Okay, here we go,” you both laugh and then the screen goes dark before cutting to the scene again.

“Alright so today I’m going to be giving you guys a makeup tutorial!”

Chenle is making large hand gestures while you talk and you try not to laugh as you head into the first step.

“Alright so I’m going to start with concealer,” chenle’s hands blindly reach at the table in front of you, grabbing whatever he thinks feels like concealer.

“Yep that’s it,” when you assure his choice he picks it up, taking the top off and bringing it to your face.

“So I going to put that in my problem areas, my chin and under my eyes,” the stick is suddenly on your nose and you laugh as Chenle tries to correct his mistake, leaving a line across your face.

“Alright, looks like today we’re doing something different!”

Chenle laughs from behind you as he tries to grab the beauty blender you had said you needed to blend it.

Which to him must have meant ‘smack my girlfriend in the face with the beauty blender’ because he definitely didn’t blend anything.

“Oh my hands are done okay, so today we’re just gonna leave the concealer in blended, that whole beauty blender thing was just to get some color in my face,” you playfully glare towards the mirror at your boyfriend even though he can’t see.

“I think we should just finish up, with some eyeshadow and,” you shiver at the next words, “mascara.”

Chenle grabs your eyeshadow pallet, and you speak as he opens it.

“So I like to stick to neutral colors and just do my eyelid,” as you talk your boyfriend dips your blush brush in a bright orange sparkly color and you try to cover your laughs as he brings it to your face.

“Yep this is my favorite neutral color,” you giggle as he rubs it around your eyes, covering every patch of skin in a 6 inch radius from them.

“Oh yes I like to really get good coverage with this, don’t shy away from getting it all over your nose ladies,” you laugh as his motions stop.

“Did I really mess up that bad?”

“Yes but I love you anyway, now! Let’s do some mascara before my entire face is glittering.”

Chenle is back to blindly grabbing, and you cringe when he finds and unscrews the tube.

“I swear if you stab me in the eye it will not end well,” you grumble as his hands get close to your eyes.

He puts the wand straight on your under eye and you burst out in giggles as he continues to completely miss your eyelashes.

“What? Why are you laughing?” He keeps asking, but you can’t stop the giggles after seeing yourself in the mirror.

“Lele I look like a clown!” You finally get out, and he slides out of your (his) hoodie to look you in the face.

“Oh my gosh I ruined your face!” He screams.

“HEY!”

“I’m sorry! It’s all my fault,” he apologizes.

“I thought you said I was beautiful no matter what!!”

“Not like this”

You gasp dramatically before chasing him around the room in an attempt to whack him with one of the throw pillows from your collection.

“Apologize! Right now!”

“I’m sorry for making you ugly, baby!”

You finally succeeded in landing a hit on him, and he groaned.

“I’m sorry, you’re beautiful I promise,” he pulls you by your shoulders, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“You’re lucky I love you! In the next video I’m going to ruin your face!”

And the two of you are off again, chasing each other around like children on a playground.