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ojirominaj · 3 years

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—DOING JJK CHARACTERS MAKEUP

featuring: yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, nanami kento, gojo satorou, & kugisaki nobara .

content warnings: fluff.

YUUJI ITADORI

“yuuji, you wanna try something for me?” you turned to face him, waiting for his response. “mm, sure what’s up?” his eyes flicker to yours, he’s as bright and cheery as usual. “can i do your eyeliner?” he ponders on it for a few seconds before nodding his head excitedly, making his way over to you and laying his head in your lap. you get to work immediately and yuuji just waits patiently until you’re finished, asking the occasional question of ‘what are you using now?’. you had finished fairly quickly, and he had gotten up and walked to the nearby mirror to see the blush and eyeliner you had put on him, as well as an eyeshadow look. “i look so cute baby! just like you!” he smiled widely, walking over to where you were and giving you a sweet kiss. “my turn.” a smirk spread across his face, dragging you back to where you two were before.

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

“gumi.” you looked over from your spot on his bed. you were staying the night over dorm, it was a weekly thing for you two. he hummed in response, not bothering to turn his eyes away from desk which he was doing homework on. “can i do your makeup?” he didn’t respond for a couple of seconds and you almost thought he didn’t hear you, until you heard the chair scrapping across the floor. “just hurry up, i have to keep studying.” he grumbled, the tips of his ears turning a bright red. you patted for him to lay down on the bed and you straddled him, getting to work. megumi’s mind wandered to other things just so the his cheeks wouldn’t flush pink at the thought of you being so close to him. “‘m done.” you had gotten up from his lap and let him see what you had done in the mirror. a small smile adorned his face before he walked back over to you and gave you a kiss upon your cheek. “thank you baby.” you nodded before grabbing for your phone. “can i take a picture?” throwing a cheeky grin at your boyfriend. “don’t push it.”

NANAMI KENTO

you laid on your bed, staring at nanami who was doing his work, on the desk across from you. “what do you need?” you figured he could feel your eyes boring into his chiseled back, and decided it was time to speak up. “can i do your makeup nami?” you bit at your lip, waiting on his answer. a firm ‘no’ left his lips and you slightly pouted. “please?” you wanted to try one more time, knowing he couldn’t really say no to you and mean it. “make it quick y/n. i’m busy.” he got up from his desk chair and laid on the bed, allowing you to straddle him and get started. it didn’t take you long, doing only some blush and eyeliner along with placing some highlighter on his most prominent features. “i’m done. go see if you like it.” you smiled proudly, watching as nanami headed to the nearest mirror. “it looks nice. thank you sweetheart.” he praised before returning back to his desk. he kept it on the entire day, not bothering to take it off.

GOJO SATOROU

gojo sat on the couch watching you as you walked back from your room, sitting on his lap. “what do you need angel?” he grinned up at you, studying your face. “let me do your makeup sato.” you searched his face for an answer, but he gave you an eager yes, telling you to hurry up and go get some to make him ‘look even prettier’. you started immediately once you got your bag from the bathroom, straddling his lap as he sat more up straight so you could get a better angle. you decided go full out on gojo’s face, more so because he asked you to. gojo was antsy the entire time, asking you every few minutes when you’d be finish because he wanted to see how good you made him look. you didn’t hesitate to push him to you twos shared bathroom once you finished, hearing him gawk over himself and your skills in there. “i look so..good wow.” he turned his all different directions in the mirror, allowing himself to see everything. the next day he wouldn’t stop bragging about how good you were in makeup to all of his students.

NOBARA KUGASAKI

nobara had been asking you to do her makeup for days now, seeing how nice you did yours. you finally caved in and decided to do it when you were both free from school and training. she sat in a chair while you stood above her. nobara sat patiently the entire time, only ever speaking if you spoke to her first. she may have seemed calm on the outside, but she was jumping in excitement internally waiting to see how you made her look. once you were finally done, you handed a handheld mirror in her direction, waiting for her to take a look at what you had completed. she stared for a moment, completely silent and taking in what you did. she was in awe with how much you could do with just a couple of products. nobara had gotten up from the chair she was previously sitting in and placed a quick kiss to your lips, turning her head to avoid the blush that was adorning her cheeks. “i look pretty. thank you.” she had given you another kiss, this time on your cheek.

author’s note: first jjk post lols <3. mmm i’m gonna start posting more for them since i’m almost finished with the anime. this has also been in my drafts for a while & i just wanted to post smthn. hot people rb posts they like <3

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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She lives in daydreams with me

or alternatively, when jean and you visit Ikea

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pairing: jean x fem! reader

wc: 1.5k+

tags: fluff, modern! au, female reader, language, mentions of food.

a/n: I was inspired by this post, also I just like Ikea, I think Jean would to tbh. am i living out my own daydreams with Jean by writing this? potentially. i love him lol. Feedback and any criticism encouraged lmao.

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Your head tilted as you stared dead-on at the boy in front of you.

“Jean, what is that?”

“What are you talking about baby, this is a-” He squinted, looking at the tag, of what you assumed to be a night light?

“An-garna.” Jean looked back up at you, grinning widely.

You had come earlier to Ikea, needing to buy some storage baskets for your room, and yet here you were standing in a miniature model of a child’s room, staring at the six-foot three-man holding a children’s night light, that had...Was that panda face design on it?

“Jean, my love, my dear, we don’t have kids; why on Earth would I need a children’s night light?” The toothy grin quickly disappeared from his face, quickly replaced with a stern expression.

“Just because something is marketed towards children doesn’t mean adults can’t buy it, and anyways I was merely suggesting it, knowing how you can’t sleep after watching horror movies.” It’s more like when he can’t sleep after watching, but his ego would never let him admit that.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, “put it in the cart, Kirstein.” He flashed you a smile, coming over and placing a kiss on your cheek before mumbling a small thank you.

As much as you would act annoyed or unamused when it came to Jean’s antics, it was more or less a front. You loved it when he would let his guard down in public with you. He wasn’t always like this; the Jean you met years prior would be caught dead before expressing his affections in public. He would get easily flustered, blush to sport his face if anyone he knew saw him admiring and doting on his girlfriend. It wasn’t something that deeply upset you; in a way, you were able to keep a tiny part of Jean to yourself, the goofy, tender side of him that he only let out when he was with you. However, watching him become more confident in himself and expressing his love for you outranked any desires that you had to keep Jean bottled up for your gratification.

He walked in front, long legs carrying him practically miles in front of you until he turned a corner and found himself situated in a living-room model. You followed shortly after and saw that he was making himself comfortable on a charcoal-grey couch.

“Mm, come sit,” he patted gently on the cushion next to him, gesturing to you to join him on the sofa. You raised your eyebrows and let out a giggle, situating the cart near a side table before accompanying him.

“What do you wanna watch babe,” Jean tilted his head, signalling to the fake flat-screen in front of you. You thought about tormenting the boy; however, you opted to play along with him this time.

“Oooh, I don’t know, check if the new Grey’s episode is out.” He smiled at you, appreciating your willingness to get lost in this daydream with him. His smile quickly shifted into a mischievous grin as he poked your side.

“Heyyy, what the fuck was that for!” You recoiled, shrinking away from him, but before you could get far enough away from him, he pulled you back into his side. You tried squirming away from him, only for his grip on you to get stronger, and you were met with a chuckle—the noise reverberating around the tiny living room.

“Really? Greys? On a night like this?” You shifted your body, turning your head to look at the “window” covered with sheer beige curtains, overlaid with opaque maroon ones. Outside, or rather you should say the wall was painted white, so you began drumming up a scenario in your mind. That was tonight, a spring evening, stars visible in the night sky? Or a cold and snowy winter’s night? The purple tinge of the atmosphere apparent through the translucent curtains. Jean stared at you intently, wondering what you will come up with, his gaze shifting as the corners of your lips upturned; you had settled on an idea.

“Oooh yeah, it’s practically pitch black outside; I can only see the streetlights in the distance. We should really do something about that pesky tree, though. Its branches keep tapping on the window; it’s frankly quite annoying.” A rosy tinge was present on his cheeks, hazel eyes twinkling at you.

You placed a hand on his chest, your focus entirely on the love-struck boy in front of you, “You know what? We should totally watch a horror movie!” Just as you began to immerse yourself in the daydream, Jean shot up from the couch, leaving an indent where he was sitting behind.

“Alright, enough dilly-dallying, we should go home now.” He clapped his hands together, moving to grab the cart to leave the store display.

Dilly-dallying? Did he really just say dilly-dallying?

“What’s wrong, Jean-boy? This is our home! Oooh, don’t tell me you don’t wanna watch because you’re scared.” You fell back on the couch, beaming, elbows propping you up as you teased him.

“Am not. I just decided that I’m in the mood for cinnamon rolls and fro-yo.” He placed his elbow on the handles of the cart, head resting in the palm of his hand. He gave you an unimpressed look.

“Oh really? Who’s that night-light for again? I seem to have forgotten.” This time it was his turn to roll his eyes at you. Without saying anything, he placed his hands back on the cart’s handle and began to leave the “living room.”

You swung your legs over, a giggle leaving your mouth as you walked over to your boyfriend. You wrapped your arms around his middle, resting your cheek on him. “Babe, I was just joking; I didn’t mean to upset you,” you mumbled into him.

He let out a sigh and stopped in the middle of the aisle. You watched as he brought one of his hands down to grasp one of yours that had taken hold of his waist. Jean turned to face you, head tilting as a slight smirk overtook his face. “That’s what I was waiting to hear.” He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before turning around to continue rolling the cart forward to his destination.

His arm extended behind him, motioning to you to hold his hand. You obliged, your palm sliding in his, fingers curling around your knuckles as his. “Whatever,” you grumbled, choosing to turn your head to observe the variety of rugs that were hanging on display. He tugged at your hand, an amused expression painting his face.

“You want those cinnamon buns or not, pretty girl?” The pet name almost made you choke. He knew what it would do to you. He would use it sparsely, only to coax a reaction out of you, but you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of letting him know the hold he had over you.

You whipped your head back to face him, confident to quip back at him, but it all melted when you saw the way he was looking at you; a lop-sided smirk, his tongue peeked out to wet his bottom lip before capturing it between his teeth. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for what you had to say.

“Yeah, I do.” You managed to slip a few words out. He had won this one, using his charms to debilitate any assuredness you had. He brought your linked hands up to his lips, tenderly kissing the back of your hand, humming in delight.

“You know, we should come here more often, live out our domestic daydreams together.” The smells of cinnamon buns were getting stronger as you walked on.

“Sure, but you could also just move in with me.”

The tips of his ears went red, and you paused, realizing what you just said, the weight of what you just said. You had thought about asking him to move in with you, but you didn’t mean for it to slip out in the middle of a random conversation; in Ikea nonetheless. “I- You don’t have to. I was just joking. I don’t know why I said that.”

Your voice dwindled to merely a whisper as you completed your sentence. Jean stopped the cart once more. “Yes. Yes, I’ll move in with you.” His expression was earnest as he looked at you, eyes glittering with adoration as he waited for your response.

“Whoa, whoa, hold your horses cowboy. We can talk about this after you get me those cinnamon buns you promised.” you wiped any sense of embarrassment from your face as you tried to suppress your laughter, which was caused by the zealousness your boyfriend had just shown.

However, there was no doubt that your heart did grow in fondness for Jean, and you were relieved that he wasn’t off-put by your haphazard confession. He was absolutely whipped for you, and you couldn’t deny that you were head over heels in love with him either. You desired to continue to share your life with him, and moving in together would be the next step in your relationship.

“Yes, Ma’am” His voice broke you out of your thoughts as he placed his hand to his forehead to salute you. You giggled at his actions.

“Lead the way, Kirstein.”

a/n: lol, this was practically for my own self-indulgence. and i feel like this was a tad bit ooc idk. Anywayssss, I would like to mention that I'm working on a navigation page with taglists and such and thinking about requests. I wanna branch out write for more aot characters as well as jjk and hq. Again, I'm very new to this so it's gonna take some time. I would love to know ur thoughts on all of this lol.

As always, please leave a like/reblog (i love reading tags makes me happy heh) if you enjoyed this, I appreciate lots <33

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