#i decided to draw this at midnight because i had a yuri vision

[ditzyblues]

cmon april make that big angry ex-cult member your babygirl!!!! don't let the haters stop you!! (haters in question: donnie for the sole reason casey beat his ass on 3 separate occasions)

[arcsinx-writes]

#2

Otabek is the nicest friend in the damn planet. If he weren't he wouldn't be accompanying JJ shopping after a suitable gift for his girlfriend. They've rounded the shopping mall at least twice and JJ still hasn't been able to choose anything for her.  

"Why not clothes?" Otabek tries again, slowing down next to a boutique selling female clothes.  

JJ stands next to him, humming in thought. There's a pen skirt with a white blouse on the mannequin that Otabek points out. "I'm not sure," he says, pinching his chin between two fingers.

"It looks like her type of clothing," Otabek eggs on.  

"Maybe," he tilts his head, raking his eyes over the clothes. "Let's take another look around," he decides, and Otabek swallows his tedium and follows him with increasingly heavy legs.

They stop at a lingerie shop next, but after making the vendor show them every piece of underwear they have JJ decides that gifting Isabella any of that would be pushing for sex. "Not that we don't, you know," he elbows Otabek on the way out of the store.

Brilliant. Now he's going to tell Otabek everything about his sex life – which Otabek wasn't looking forward to hearing -, and then probably tease him as to when Otabek would find a girlfriend or boyfriend of his own to 'get some'.  

"Do you know her shoe number?" Otabek asks over JJ's voice as he continues on his tirade.  

"Hn, not really," JJ shrugs, eyeing the shoe store Otabek had been considering.  

They're going to be stuck here for the rest of the day, aren't they? Why today, of all the others, when all Otabek wanted was to get home to continue the remix he'd been doing?  

"Hey, check that out," JJ says, pointing at a make-up store in the distance. "Bella loves that shit. Do you think-"

"Yes," Otabek jumps at the chance to finally have JJ settling for something, "she would love it."

"Let's go inside," JJ invites, and walks ahead towards the store.  

There's a table at the centre with eyeliners, blushes, foundations and lipsticks aligned in their slots, their colours presented from darker to lighter shades from left to right. Otabek and JJ stop in front of it and their minds draw a blank.  

"Maybe it's better-" JJ begins, but an attendant shows up at their peripheral vision.

"Can I help you?" She- Oops, he is blonde and thin, hair pulled into a high ponytail as his green eyes go from JJ to Otabek. He has some serious makeup on, not startling dark, but simple and beautiful. Cat eyes drawn on the corners of his eyes, a pale foundation to his face and a glossy looking lipstick in pale purple. He looks dashing, and Otabek avoids looking at him too much.  

"Yeah, I think my girlfriend likes makeup but never mind-" JJ starts saying.  

"What were you looking for? Lipsticks, glosses," he waves a hand down all the colours they have, "we have them in matte as well."

JJ frowns at the hundreds of products displayed. "Huh, I don't know, Beka, what do you think?" He elbows Otabek, the traitor. The attendant's eyes turn to him and Otabek gulps. He is not any more versed in this than JJ, but he does have three sisters. He tries to remember the name of anything they might have owned in makeup so he doesn't come out looking completely dumb to the cute vendor.  

"I think, maybe, eyeliners?" He tries, gaze focusing on the attendant's heavily lined eyes.  

He nods, directing them towards another section. "We have liquid eyeliners or the pencil ones. Colours go from midnight black to dark blue or purple," he shows them the gradient, a profusion of variations that astounds Otabek that had thought eyeliners to be the simplest of choices.  

The attendant blinks at them, waiting for their reaction. JJ is making a confused sound in the back of his throat, the same he made when he was faced with a difficult math question on his textbook before he convinced Otabek to explain it to him. Otabek is trying to look like he's taking it out in stride.  

"Would you like to try it on?" The attendant offers with a smirk.  

JJ makes a scandalized face. "No, but thanks, we'll take a look-"

"Okay," Otabek blurts out. Both JJ and the attendant turn to look at him. He doesn't know why he said that. Actually, he does, it's because he wants JJ to buy something here and give this blonde at least a good tip or commission for trying his luck on their sorry asses.  

"What the-" JJ turns to him to ask, but the attendant – Yuri, his nameplate says -, turns a chair around and offers the seat. They eye each other for a second before pushing the other. JJ loses and stares flabbergasted as Otabek pulls him towards the chair until he's sitting. Yuri produces a pencil sample and inches JJ's head back before applying it to his eyes.

"Relax," he admonishes JJ with a hint of irritation to his voice. He draws a straight line over JJ's eye in fast precision, pulling JJ's chin down to present him with his own reflection on the mirror.  

Otabek snorts and tries to fight back his laugh. JJ frowns at him. "What are you laughing at, bastard? This was your fault."

Yuri sighs. "How did you like it?"  

JJ opens and closes his mouth. "I- It's good, it's good. I'll take it."

"We have a new mascara too," Yuri offers, waving a black tube in front of JJ's face. He makes to open it but JJ holds up a hand.  

"It's fine. I'll take that too."

Yuri grins broadly, sending Otabek an amused glance. "If you're taking an eyeliner and mascara she'll probably like an eyeshadow too. What's her favourite colour?"

JJ looks around. "Uh- pink?"

Otabek slaps a hand to his own face and Yuri chuckles, rolling his eyes. "What is her eye colour then?"

"Blue," JJ proudly announces.  

Yuri produces a dark blue eyeshadow, taking a pencil from the stash he has stashed to his waist. He works in quick swipes, colouring JJ's eyelashes like a professional. Once he steps back JJ blinks at himself on the mirror.  

"I look like a girl," he deadpans, and bats Otabek's hand away when he tries to snap a picture of him. Yuri shrugs. "Are you sure you can take this out?"

"Yes, sir," Yuri says through gritted teeth.  

"Okay, just- Argh, I'll take all of that bullshit, you can take this out now."

Yuri nods, brushing a cotton ball drenched in lotion on JJ's eyes, who yelps and squirms underneath him. "And you?" Yuri turns to inquire Otabek. "Nothing for your girlfriend?"

"No, no girlfriend," he says and then adds in case Yuri is wondering, "or boyfriend."

Yuri does glance at him out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his lips quirking up.  

"I'm single, actually," Otabek clears his throat to emphasize. Yuri blushes.  

"Oh my god, just ask him out already," JJ calls out unhelpfully, "he's hitting on you, in case you haven't noticed," he tells Yuri.  

Otabek could die from embarrassment but Yuri chuckles and smiles at him on his way to the cashier. JJ follows begrudgingly, yelping when Otabek elbows him hard on the ribs.  

"What did you have to say that?" Otabek hisses.

"Well, you were hitting on him."

"It made him uncomfortable."

"It didn't. Bet he's dying to taste some Kazakh meat," JJ teases, laughing to himself.

The cashier rings up JJ's purchases and Yuri scribbles down something behind one of the store's cards. "I'm Yuri," he says to them, and proudly hands the card to Otabek, "and that's my number."  

Otabek quickly closes his hand around it, watching petrified as Yuri winks at him before sauntering off to attend to another client.  

"Your total is one hundred seventy, sir," the cashier chirps and JJ turns wide eyes to Otabek.