#so it looks weird if i put on eyeliner but no mascara

[fox-mulder-gets-pegged]

What they don't warn u about having long stupid Bambi eyelashes is that when u put on mascara, ur bottom and top lashes end up sticking together whenever u blink even after the stupid mascara dries.

[stonerfromlesbos]

can you please write a crazy fanfic where billie is like a fuckboy and she meets reader at a house party in LA and wants her so bad but reader plays hard to get and they end up having sex at hers and billies friend is in the room but billie doesnt gaf ? <3

you were a dream | b.e

warnings: !fuckboy billie, !inaccessible reader, fingering, oral, bathroom sex and i think thats it

you were known for being inaccessible, and mostly for being unforgettable for the few who managed to taste you. well, everyone in LA knew you, everyone wanted a bite of you, but you were really hard to get. it was your lifestyle, you didn´t like relationships, and you felt really comfortable all by yourself. in result of that, your bodycount was low as hell, but fuck, anyone who could touch even a single inch of your body, got fucking addicted to it.

and you loved it, walking around on the slutiest pieces of clothing, knowing that everyone had their eyes glued to you. and most of them, will only be able to watch you, nothing more. today was one of those nights, your roommate had invited you for a party she was going. you were getting ready, it was almost 12am, and you hadn´t even did your makeup yet.

"seriously? we're so fuckin' late, hurry the fuck up girl." your roommate, olivia, were now yelling for you to get ready faster. you just rolled your eyes, putting on some concealer and doing a pretty sharp wing with your eyeliner... finishing it with some mascara and a dark red lipgloss. you came out the bathroom with your black boots, a black mini skirt and a lacy dark red top. "lets go?" you said grabbing your purse and heading out the dorm door.

as you two got there, olivia quickly vanished, she was probably talking to that one guy you couldn´t even remember the name. you entered the house party, it as so fucking chaotic. a bunch of celebrities doing drugs, kissing, almost fucking in the living room. it was honestly not your vibe, so you just headed to the kitchen, to grab yourself a drink. it was all normal to you, all the stares. but one of them felt different, it felt sharper than the others. you turned youself a little to stare back at the blue eyed girl that was watching you across the room, leaning on a counter. you quickly recognized her, it was billie and her fucking mesmerizing eyes.

she was pretty known too, besides being a fuckin' popstar, but not for the same reason as you were. she was the literal definition of a 'fuckboy'. and you knew, she was already interested in you for a while. billie had sent a message to you, replying to one of your instagram stories, you left it on seen, enjoying that she got every girl she wanted, but you ill not be one of them. you refused to be one of the girls who would constantly crawl on her sheets, begging for attention, begging to be fucked and forgotten. you were not the kind to be ghosted after, you were the type to ghost. for you, it was funny, but for her? she treated it like a challenge, but she wasn´t aware that you weren't the type to lose too.

"pretty girl, can i prepare a drink for you?" some random guy showed up, asking to mix your drink, you found it all weird. "no, thanks." you said continuing to mix your own drink, you didn´t trust any men near your cup, it was just self protection. as he got headed out of the kitchen, you took a sip of it, looking around until your eyes meeted billie´s, her gaze didn´t go away from you even for a second. you stared back, this time with the same intensity as her. quickly she started to make her way towards you, with her eyes looking at you up and down shamelessly.

"hey." she said leaning in the same counter as you now. "hi." you answered, trying to hold back a smirk. her eyes were staring at you, almost pulling your gaze into them. her hand tried to make her way to your waist, but you quickly refused it. "not yet." you said smirking, turning your back to her as you made your way towards the dancing floor. your moviments were almost hypnotics, your hips moved like magic, didn't exist even a single soul in that room who wasn´t looking at you. soon enough you felt her cent, that masculine smell. both of her hands were on your hips now, she placed them carefully, almost asking permission to. her mouth was almost in your ear, trying to make you hear her in this loud room.

"you're so fucking hot." billie says as her mouth starts to go down to your neck, kissing it gently. "i know." you replied, pushing yourself against her. you didn´t stop dancing, you were just dancing on her now, clearly rubbing your ass on her crotch. suddenly you started feeling the wetness on her pants as you moved yourself against her. her breath getting heavier as she took your arm, walking you towards the bathroom. soon as you two get inside, she locks the door behind her. walking towards you, placing her hands on your waist. "wanna fuck you s'bad mama." she says as your hand go down to the crotch of her pants, you started to bite your lip, rubbing your hand on her pussy over the rough material of her pants.

"beg me to let you do it." you said, staring deeply at her eyes. your hands moviments even speed, her breath gettin heavier everytime.

"can't you tell im desperate? can't you tell im cheap?"

"you don´t gotta love me, we don't have to speak."

"i'll see you in the morning, if you gotta leave."

"fuck, i'll see you when i see you, like you were a dream-"

you could see how desperate she was, so you interrupted her pulling her into a kiss. your hands now were on billies hair, her hands going to your hips, lifting you up and placing you on the sink. her kisses started going down. "fuck i dreamed so much about how you taste, angel." her hands started to pull your top down, exposing your breasts. she almost looked starved, sucking on your nipple like a baby. "mm, fuck bills." you moaned, feeling her hand go underneath your underwear, playing with your needy cunt. her kisses started going down your stomach, as she pulled your skirt down. she was now kneeing in front of your spread legs.

"so fuckin' pretty." she says staring at your clothed cunt, it was fucking dripping through your black lacy underwear. after that she looked up, staring at you with those fucking eyes. "please." you almost whined bringing your hands to her hair, almost pushing her face into your throbbing pussy. "don't need to ask me twice." she says pulling your panties to the side and sliding her tongue on your folds. taking her time to suck on your clit. as she sucked, billie started to take off her rings, placing them on the ground. quickly, her fingers found their way into you. she stretched your insides with her two fingers entering you with no warning.

"taste s'fuckin' good mamas, s'good." she says moving away her face a little, as her fingers speed up. you were moaning loudly at this point, her fingers curling inside of you was enough to make you crazy. "mhmm, bills, s'fucking good. please don't stop, im close." you said between moans, one of her hands grabbing your inner thigh tightly as your legs start trying to close. she fucked you, sucking your clit and staring at you with those goddamn eyes. it just made you wanna cum even more, the way she ate you. it looked like she was starving her whole life, and your pussy were the most delicious meal of all time.

"cum on my fingers baby, go ahead doll." billie says, with her fingers pace speeding even more. you reached it, your legs shaking as she pulled her fingers out of you. getting up to kiss you. "wanna taste yourself on my tongue, huh?" you didn't reply, just smirked pulling her closer, suddenly, she brought her hand to your neck. "answer me, slut." she says in a low and raspy voice, now she was the dominant one. you smirked, now, she had all the confirmation that you were liking it. "yes, i want to taste myself on you." you replied looking at her eyes with a smirk. her waist was between your legs, her arms holding your waist as she pulled you even closer. the kiss was needy, but fast.

"can't fuck you properly in this tiny ass bathroom, wanna come to my place?"

and right in that moment you knew that this night would be so fucking long.

tags: @chrissv4mp @karaeilishh @hkkuugu @bilsdillldough @n0vabug @certifiedwomenlover @dollyvuu @cupidsvzq @dyinbymistake @hailwiggly

[naturesapphic]

What abt a fic related to Tara yummy saying that billie is her crush then invited her to a party with queen and yn getting mad/jealous

Party Crush

Billie eilish x fem!reader

Warnings: jealousy, hurt/cofmort, billie being a sweetheart to you

Word count: 1,333 :)

A/n: thank you to my sweet baby @xoluvx for the pictures I adore her sm <3

You were in the bed scrolling through tik tok when you came across a video with quen and Tara yummy. They were in a car talking about their crushes when you heard your girlfriend’s name come up. “Celebrity crushes. Billie eilish. Duh.” Quen said and Tara looked over at her with a smile. “One time actually five years ago I did like a YouTube video with my friend Kevin and he asked me if he could change places with one person for a day who would it be and I said Billie eilish.” Tara said while looking in the camera. “Well duh.” Quen commented back.

“But that was five years ago.” She said and quen looked over at her. “Would it still be true?” She smiled and Tara smiled back. “Yeah. Like I would do anything to wear her as a suit.” She said seriously and quen agreed. “She’s definitely one of my celebrity crushes.” Tara confess and quen nodded then the video went off. You grumbled In annoyance but it got worse when Billie came through the bedroom door with a big smile on her face. “Tara yummy has invited me over to her party tonight and she said I can bring you.” She said with a big grin on her face.

You saw how genuinely happy and excited she looked so you didn’t wanna mess it up so you agreed. “Great! I’ll let her know we said yes and we can go ahead and get ready.” She said as she pulled out her phone. You put yours away and got up from the bed to go to y’all’s closet. A few minutes later you came out with a skirt and a crop top on. Billies eyes widen at you and she whistled loudly. “Damnnnnn mama you looking fine as fuck!” She exclaimed loudly as she went over to you and turned you around slowly making you blush like crazy. “I’m gonna go ahead and get dressed now babe.” She said as she leaned down to give your forehead a soft kiss making you smile. “Alright. I’m going to the bathroom to put on some makeup.” You said and she nodded, disappearing to the closet.

You went into the bathroom and started your makeup and a few minutes later bilkie came out with a baggy button up shirt, her glasses, some baggy jeans, some bulky shoes, her hit me hard and soft belt, and her bandana. Your eyes widen at her appearance and you felt yourself drooling at her making billie smirk. “You good babygirl?” She chuckled as she came in the bathroom with you, standing beside you in the mirror as she started to put on mascara and eyeliner. You didn’t say anything but nod your head fast making her giggle. “Cat got your tongue?” She teased and you rolled your eyes playfully. “More like you got my tongue.” You said with a smile and Billie laughed. The two of you finished getting ready and headed out the front door outside to dragon.

Billie drove y’all to the party and parked near the house where there could have been at least over two hundred cars outside. Billie stepped out of the car and went to your side to help you out, making you smile. “Why thank you, you’re such a gentle lady.” You say playfully and Billie playfully smirked as she bent forward in a polite teasing way. “Of course m’lady. Right this way.” She said in a British accent, making you giggle. The two of you went up to the house and knocked on the door. Tara opened it and let out a gasp and immediately pulled Billie into a hug which made your insides feel weird. “Oh my gosh y’all made it! Come in come in!” Tara said excitedly as she pulled Billie in and you hurried up behind them.

Once inside, Billie was pulled through by Tara while you were behind them trying to catch up. Tara took her to the group of people that included Gracie abrams, Zoey, Nick, Alex, quen, etc. you were relieved that you recognized some people and you immediately went up to Zoey as Billie and Tara was talking to the others. “Is it bad that I’m jealous?” You said to Zoey shyly and she gave you reassuring smile. “I would be a little jealous too especially after the video she posted with quen and how she’s clinging onto Billie but I wouldn’t worry about it. Billie is literally head over heels obsessed over you. If you aren’t with her she talks about you all the time. She completely adores you y/n.” Zoey says and you look over at her, giving her a hug. “Thanks z…” you said and she hugs you back tight, rubbing your back in a comforting way.

“Don’t mention it. I promise there’s nothing for you to worry about.” She said and you nodded and decided to stick with Zoey for the rest of the party. An hour later you were dancing with Zoey on the dance floor trying to get your mind off of Billie when you saw Tara and her dancing. Tara had her hands on her and that’s when you snapped. You couldn’t stand to look at them anymore so you excused yourself from Zoey and went to the bathroom. You went in a stall and had your face in your hands trying not to cry . A few seconds later you heard the door open and a familiar voice. “Babygirl? Are you in here? I saw you come in here.” Billie said and you slowly opened up the stall door to see your girlfriend staring at you with a worried expression.

You closed the stall behind you and stood in front of her as she looks down at you. “Is everything okay?” She asked quietly as she could tell how upset you are right now. You didn’t say anything and just stared at the bathroom floor, playing with your fingers nervously. Billie took her fingers and gently lifted your chin up to look in her blue eyes. “You know you can tell me anything darling.” She said softly as she rubs your cheek softly. “Tara has a crush on you.” You spat out and Billie gave you a shocked expression. “She said it in a video with quen…they both like you…” you said quietly and Billie still had the same expression plastered on her face which made you nervous then she let out a loud cackle.

“Babygirl I don’t give a rats ass if they like me. They aren’t my sweet girl are they?” She said gripping your chin again making you look straight into her blue eyes making you feel weak in the knees. “You’re my girl and you always will be. No one will change that. Ever and you know you can always come to me if you are having those thoughts okay?” She said, leaning down to press a gently kiss to your forehead making you blush like crazy. “T-thank you bils…I’m sorry…” you apologized and Billie shook her head, smiling down at you. “No need for that babygirl. Why don’t we head home and we can cuddle while we watch the office yeah?” Billie asked and you beamed up at her, nodding your head fast. She giggled and led you out of the bathroom with your hands in hers as she tells everyone she’s leaving. She doesn’t even give Tara a hug bye which makes you smirk to yourself. You knew that being jealous was stupid and even when you feel it again, you know you can count on Billie to make those thoughts go away, becuase to her, you are her sweet girl always.

A/n: thank you anon for this request. I hope you and everyone else enjoyed it! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all :)

[baibeebrii]

Timothee Chalamet- highschool au

nerdy!reader x popular!timmy

18+ mdni

my writing is everywhere. i had to get this idea out. lol

warnings- rough sex, praise, simp timmy, down bad timmy, semi public sex, all consensual, adult reader(18), cursing, corruption kink, timmy’s a bit of a stalker, squirting

info - nerdy reader gets invited to timothee’s end of the year party, shocked, she goes.

her surprise, it was all part of timmy’s plan of confessing and finally getting you as his.

in any way he can.

senior year, best way to put it. not going well.

you were in your last year of highschool, still the same you as you were in your first year. school oriented and focused. your only priority was getting into college. so that’s all you focused on your four years.

you were so smart, acing all your classes with straight A’s and even some college credits. you were the person people would come to for notes, or help and you always helped your classmates. you were just that type of person.

which is what made you catch timothy’s eye, he loved staring at you during class when you were turned away from him helping another classmate work out a problem, the way your hair fell in your face, making you push it behind your ear, watching how you bite your lip when really focused ok something. admiring how gorgeous your body was. from the curve of your chest to the curve of your hips. you were remarkable in his eyes, and he so badly wanted you to feel it.

you were the top of every class, straight A student, never going to party’s, always home studying. so when timothee hands you an invitation to his party, you were nothing but shocked, and a little confused.

“is this for me? or do you need me to give this to someone else?” you ask, because surely it’s not for you- right?

“uh it’s your invite, has your name on it” timothee smiles and points to the envelope, where your name was written in pink cursive.

“are you sure you want me there? i mean i’ve never even been to a party” you chuckle, cheeks turning a light shade of pink. embarrassed that your life is well.

boring.

“well yeah, i mean unless miss perfect has some studying to do?” he laughs, hoping you say no.

you smirk, “i guess i can push some studying aside to come to the infamous timothee chalamets party”

he smiles, gives you a nod and walks to his next class.

why is your heart beating so fast? and why do you feel hot and tingly all over.

you’re snapped out of your thoughts when your stack of books are pushed to the floor.

“what do you think you’re doing?” sara basically hissed at you.

ah sara, lead cheerleader, most popular, blah blah blah.

you get it? the school bully.

you say nothing as you grab your things and turn to walk away, not even giving her the time of day to ruin the high you’re feeling right now.

but that was only seconds before you’re pulled out of your thoughts again, by a hand on your shoulder spinning you around.

“i asked you a question, bitch. what do you think you’re doing? you’re not seriously thinking about showing up to that party?” she sneered.

“um actually, i am. thanks” you try walking away again, only to be pulled back.

“if i see you there, i will ruin your life. stay away from him”

you couldn’t understand the drama behind boys? she’s threatening you, over a boy? so weird.

last class of the day? done. school was finally done. couple months of studying and you’ll be off to college. you couldn’t wait.

but more importantly. timothees party tonight.

oh god.

what the fuck were you going to wear?

you ripped apart your closet. desperate to find something, anything.

finally, the perfect skirt and shirt.

the cutest black mini skirt and a white baby tee with a red star.

you couldn’t lie, you looked good.

maybe too good.

but you’ll never see these people when you go to college. so let’s have some fun.

you put on some mascara, a nice wing eyeliner, and a red lipstick. you left your hair down, but brought a hair tie in case you got hot.

driving over there, you were an anxious mess. you almost turned around thrice but right on time. you pulled on his street. parking a bit away.

walking up to his house, you can already hear music blaring and see a bunch of people standing around.

do you knock? do you just walk in?

luckily some people were coming beside you and just walked in, so you slipped in with them.

inside, you looked around. drinks were in the kitchen, and there was a snack table.

your eyes scanning the room for the host, not finding in in the large crowd you decided to head to the kitchen, get something to drink.

you turn around and bump into someone, nine other then timmy himself.

“ah y/n you decided to come” he gleamed at you, little brush creeping on his face.

“ah yeah, couldn’t miss your party” you laugh, as if you’ve ever been to a party before.

“come on, let me give you the tour”

timmy took you all around his house, showing off everything he could to impress you, and it was working. who knew the most popular boy in school was secretly a huge star wars nerd? you loved it.

you make your way back downstairs, timmy running to get you guys something to drink, you stand kinda in the corner, not wanting to get bothered as you waited.

you can only hope so much, “hello cutie, you dress up nicely” some boy basically growled at you he was so intoxicated.

“do i know you?” of course you knew who he was, but he doesn’t have to know that.

“we go to the same school?” he slurred out, this was seriously such an ick for you, do people really enjoy this.

before the boy spoke again, timmy showed up, wrapping his arm around your waist, pulling you in.

“problem?” he said looking towards the boy.

he stammered son incoherent words before walking away, you sighed. gross.

“let’s go upstairs, yeah?���

agreeing quickly, you follow behind him to his bedroom, him closing and locking the door before sitting on his bed with you.

“here, try this drink” he says placing a solo cup in your hand, “it’s a creation of my own”

you smile and take a small sip, smelling the alcohol. but to your surprise it tasted like straight up juice. taking another sip you look even more surprised.

“this is alcohol?” you giggle.

“ahh yeah, made it so you wouldnt taste the alcohol” he smirked.

taking another sip, your cup is already half gone, starting to feel a bit fuzzy yiu place the cup down.

“i’m gonna tap out, don’t want to get too intoxicated. need to drive home”

“smart, ill stop too. let’s just talk” timmy smiles at you grabbing both your cups and placing them on the night stand.

“sooooo what made you invite me timothy? i don’t think we’ve ever talked much” you laugh.

he just stares for a second, “why wouldn’t i invite you? i like you” ending the sentence in a smirk.

you just stare at him, likes you? how? we barely know each other.

before you could say anything timothy continues, “i’ve been paying attention to you y/n. you’re so pretty in class, the prettiest.” he says moving closer to you.

“the way your bangs frame your face when you’re reading, or how they fall in your face while you’re writing. the way your skirt rides up your thigh from sitting” you looks you up and down.

you’re speechless, shell shocked even. did he really just say that? or did you drink more then you thought.

timothy just giggles at you, pulling you onto his lap, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“ah but don’t worry, i catch the way you look at me. such lust filled eyes for someone so pure” his eyes darken.

no like seriously darken, you’ve read this in books but you didn’t think it was actually possible.

your heart rate quickens, rapidly beating in your chest. you can’t help but to feel the heat rise up in you.

“timothy, are you drunk?” you finally speak out.

he laughs and shakes his head a bit, “i’ve barely drank baby, wanted to be perfect for you” he puts his face in your chest, inhaling your scent.

he groans, and pulls you closer, hands sliding down your back to your ass.

“i love watching you in class, or walk down the hallway. watching as your ass jiggles with every step, the way your tits bounce, i could eat you alive”

your cheeks darken a deep red, you could feel his hard cock twitching on your thigh.

“do you want me just as bad as i want you baby?” he innocently asks, pulling the hem of your shirt up.

you nod as you help him take your top off, boobs bouncing out of the shirt. sitting so pretty just for him.

“god they’re so much better then i imagined, so pretty” he says taking a bud into his mouth ducking gently while his other hand went to massage your left boob.

you make a small noise, this is all new to you. a virgin in every way.

“ahh timmy, wait” he instantly takes himself off you looking into your eyes.

“are you okay?” the sincerity in his eyes and voice is beautiful.

“i’m fine, i just want you to know this would be my first time” his eyes flickered.

“i’d be the first to have this body” he growled flipping you over so he’s on top of you.

he attacks your neck with sloppy kisses as he rubs down your body.

you’re making noises, so many small whimpers and whines.

it’s driving timothy crazy, he doesnt know how long he can contain himself.

“i need you baby, please?” the desperation in his voice was overwhelming. you nod your head and your skirt is flying off along with your underwear. his pants are being unzipped and pulled down

his hard cock popped out smacking his stomach, almost to his belly button. your eyes widen, that will not fit.

“don’t worry baby, i’ll go slow. you make all the calls, understand?” he doesn’t want to hurt you, he wants to take care of you. wants you to be safe and comfortable.

you nod, he spreads your legs and positions himself between them. he gives you a glance and you nod.

he slowly starts to push inside you, you’re so wet for him and he groans as he slides in.

you’re feeling nothing but good. this is better then you could have ever imagined.

he’s almost bottomed out before he stops, “are you still okay? need me to stop?” he rubs your face, brushing your hair.

you huff out a yes, before he pushes all the way in, the gasp you gusped was enough to stop your breathing for a second.

“god you’re so wet and warm for me baby, such a sweet girl for me” he slowly starts rocking his hips, needing to feel you.

you moan out, letting timmy know he’s doing well, quickening his pace he lets out small grunts and moans.

you’re a moaning mess, moans and curse words leaving your lips as timmy has found himself at a fast but harsh pace. he’s fucking you so deep, reaching spots that make you feel stars, his cock sliding almost completely out before slamming back in.

the way your pussy clings to his cock, sucking him back in is driving you crazy.

your pussy is absolutely dripping around him, you feel fucking amazing.

the way he’s fucking you is so intense the coil in your stomach is about to burst.

feeling like you have to pee, but the pleasure is so good you can’t help but to let everything go.

your orgasm shocking your core, timmy slowly fucking you through it. placing soft kisses along your collar bone.

“that’s it, such a good girl.” praising you as you cum all over his cock.

regaining composure you look down, his stomach is soaked, he’s soaked in your pussy juices.

“baby i think you just squirted.” he smirks running his fingers on his stomach before placing them in his mouth, “and you tastes delicious”

he flips you over so your on your hands and knees, you’re a bit wobbly but keep standing as he slides his thick cock back into your soaking pussy.

he quickly returns to his ruthless pace, slamming his cock deep inside you with every thrust, keeping this same ruthless pace but god it was amazing.

his grip on your hips are sure to leave bruises as you pounds your tight little pussy.

he reaches for your hair, tugging it back and using it as leverage to fuck you even deeper, you scream out. he’s hitting your spot over and over. fucking you senseless.

“ahh baby, i’m getting close. where do you want my cum?” timmy says breathlessly.

you moan out “inside, please”

that only makes tummy’s pace faster as he wants to so badly fill this hole.

you can barely hold your self up anymore, absolutely fucked out.

timmy’s rhythm starts to fall out of line as he’s getting closer, his grip on your tighter as his moans become louder.

few more thrusts and he’s cumming deep into your pussy, his whimpers as his orgasm rushed through his body is enough to make you cum for a second time. fluttering your walks on his twitching cock creates the best overstimulation for timmy. moaning again as he slowly thrust into. fucking his cum deeper inside you.

his little whimpers as the overstimulation is getting to you both.

he pulls out slowly, helping you lay down, before getting up and walking to his connected bathroom grabbing a wet rag and a glass of water.

he cleans you up and hands you the water, before cleaning himself.

he grabs you a shirt from his drawer as well as finding your underwear.

he slides your under wear up your legs, pulling them on, and helping you put the shirt on before pulling the blanket up and pulling you in.

“you’re okay? nothing hurts?” he asks as you runs his fingers through your hair.

“i’m good, more then good” you smile into his chest.

he laughs, “good, i didn’t want to hurt you, but i’ve been fantasizing about you for so long.”

“you drive me crazy y/n, i need you to know that”

you just laugh, he laughs with you.

silence passes between you, before timmy speaks up again.

“be my girlfriend y/n?”

you look up to him, innocent eyes he’s displaying and shake your head yes.

his giddy ass smile gives you butter flies before he pulls you in closer, and drifting off the sleep with you.

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i don’t know. this was just an idea i had to excute quickly.

hope you enjoy!

[rikiislvr]

thanks for the req love <3 @chaevibes

pairing: nishimura riki x afab!reader

“baby?” you say as you were laying on the bed, your boyfriend laying on your stomach, he looked up at you as you were scrolling on your phone,

“hm?” he hummed, “can we do this trend? it’s really cute!” you smiled at your phone, he raised an eyebrow, “basically. i’ll record myself doing makeup and you just do a voiceover of what i’m doing!” you giggled as if it was so easy,

but for niki? he knows nothing about makeup..

“okay.. sounds easy..?” he shrugged, you giggled and got off the bed, running to your vanity, you set up your phone and recorded a video of yourself doing your makeup.

niki watched from the bed as you did your makeup, already trying to think of what you’re using, but he gave up eventually falling back to the bed and waited for you,

you finished your makeup, and stoped the video, walking over to your boyfriend, “okay, hold down the mic and just voice over what you think i’m doing.” you say, niki nods and grabbed your phone,

the video began and he held down the microphone.

“um.. so.. you’re putting on some.. weird clear liquid, not sure what it is.” he rubbed his neck, you giggled,

it was primer.

“now you’re.. oh! i know this, it’s foundation. you’re blending that in.” he says with a proud smile, you clapped lightly, “look at you go!” you giggled,

his proud smile suddenly fades away once he saw the next product you were applying,

“wha-? is that flour? why are you putting flour on your face?” he tilts his head, “isn’t that for baking? you’re baking your makeup?”

you couldn’t help but laugh.

i mean.. it was baking powder..

he shakes his head and continues to voice over, “okay now.. this is blush, right? yeah. blush.” he nods, you just listened in, the next thing you did had him so lost,

he furrowed his eyebrows. “uh..” he shrugged, “voice it niki!” you hit his arm,

“okay okay! i think this is.. im not sure.. you’re just putting dark lines on your cheeks..” he groaned, “its contour!” you pointed to your face, he looked like he was completely lost,

“what does it even do?” he looks at your cheeks, “it’s like.. makes it look slim..” you roll your eyes.

niki shook his head again, “you don’t even need makeup, you’re beautiful without it.” he looks back at the phone.

“okay.. now you’re putting on this bright stuff.. a bright shimmery line down your nose..” he was so focused on the screen, you couldn’t even stop laughing,

“it’s highlighter.” you shake your head, niki chuckled,

“what is highlighter? like the marker?” he looks at you, you just stared at him,

damn. he really was clueless..

“goodness me. just finish..” you turn his head back to the phone by his chin, making him laugh,

“okay. oh! i know this. it’s um.. eyeliner?” he looks at you,

you covered your mouth not to laugh, he furrowed his eyebrows, “am i wrong?”

you nod slowly, “mascara niki..” you chuckled, he face palmed himself, “ah.. i was close! i keep getting those two confused i mean what’s the difference anyways!?” he groaned and looked back at the screen,

“okay this is easy.. it’s lipstick.” he nods and smiled, the video ended.

you clapped, “yay! you did it! well.. most of it” you giggled and kissed his cheek, niki just put the phone down in defeat, “i thought i knew a lot about makeup..” he shakes his head,

“you taught me about it so much, you’d send me to go buy you makeup and i still messed up.” he chuckled,

“well this is definitely telling me you don’t.” you raised your eyebrows. niki gasped and grabbed the pillow to hit you, but you quickly ran away before he could protest,

“ey! i was close enough!”

a/n: bye this is so short but I WAS KINDA LOST ON HOW TO WRITE THIS ONE but i hope you enjoyed anyways <3

tl: @certified-ni-ki-lover @noblub-4ulolz @yourmyst4r @vixialuvs @ni-ki-ismyluv @judeduartewannabe @soobs-things @en-chantedtomeetyou @definitelynotherr @heyniki @wntersm @geniejunn @pkjay @baevsxii @k1ttylvr @geniejunn @pkjay @chaevibes @jiyeons-closet

[mayearies]

BONITO .. miles g. morales ⟡

󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠󠀠 “can you like—hold still for two seconds?”

✦ synopsis miles and you haven’t seen each other in a long while. so, you convinced your ma to let him stay the weekend. and now here you are, putting makeup on his face.

✦ genre hugs n kisses

✦ disclaimer thanks @moonpiies for letting me leech lmao

“baby. mami. seriously?” miles groaned as you traced the brush along his eyelid. maybe this was a mistake. the only ‘enjoyment’ he was getting out of this is you being near him. “i thought i was already handsome.”

“you are, i just wanna mess with your face for a little bit.” you kissed his cheek lightly. you liked the sight of him being all pouty like this. it was cute. “now hold still so i don’t get this in your eye.”

he rolled his eyes dramatically before closing them and letting you do your magic. you had so many plans after this. blush, highlighter, maybe some mascara if you can sneak it in? he did have long eyelashes, after all.

you hummed with a smile, “seems like i’m a victim of the sassy men apocalypse, huh?” miles opened his other eye, giving you a squinted pout. as much as he didnt enjoy this, he didnt want you to leave, “i’m not sassy.”

you gave a judgemental look as you stopped. leaving you both in silence for a few seconds. “what? you expect my answer to change? i’m not sassy, mami.” your expression turned playful and smug, “you want me to ask your mom?”

his face froze, lifting his eyebrows and shaking his head rapidly. “nuh uh. cause you know she’s gonna tell you the truth and a whole lot more of what you dont know.” you raised an eyebrow, “which is very little.”

“aand… done!” he sighed a sigh of relief when he heard those words, he walked into the bathroom to look at it—it actually didn’t look bad at all on him. “what do you think?”

“hm..” it did feel weird though, did you put too much on? “can i take this off your hands? just for a little while.”

“i got the prowler to start wearing eyeliner? wow.”

“see, now you’re pushing it.”

@ mayearies , no swiping!

[supernerdsblog]

make up, make outs | jordan li x reader

summary: jordan lets you put makeup on them.

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"Jordan, stop moving or you'll mess it up." you say, just above a whisper. Your inches away from their face, trying to steadily apply eyeshadow. Your legs straddled them as they laid down.

With school coming to an end for the semester, you were both bored and Jordan had finally caved and let you put makeup on them.

"I'm trying, it just feels weird." They let out a soft chuckle, their hands mindlessly drawing circles into your hips. With you so close, they could smell the soft scent of your shampoo and a bit of the weed you both smoked earlier.

You swiped dark eyeliner onto their eyelids as Jordan's playlist played softly in the background. You had been at this for at least an hour.

"Okayy...and..done." You say, sitting back. You admired your work carefully.

Their eyes open to look at you. A soft smile on their face.

They looked good. They always do. The look was definitely different from their usual mascara and concealer, but it complimented nicely with their features.

You hop off of them and shuffle to their mirror, dodging all the makeup you had splayed out across the floor. You pulled them along as they continued to smile at how excited you seemed.

In front of the mirror, you stood beaming as they finally got to see what you had spent so much time on.

"What d'ya think?" You asked hopefully. You stood at their side, looking right back at them in the mirror.

They looked at themselves for a bit. They shifted to their male form, then back to their female form.

"It looks really nice.”

You smile fell a bit. That wasn't the reaction you were expecting. Only nice? Not great or amazing?

"But?" You waited.

"But.. it's just not my thing. It looks better on you, babe" they confessed. They pressed a kiss to your cheek as you watched in the mirror. The lip gloss you had applied earlier, now transferring onto your skin.

"Sorry." They said with a tight lipped smile.

You quickly moved a piece of hair from out of their face before tying your hands around their neck.

"Don't apologize, Jord. If it's not you thing, then it's not your thing." you shrugged.

You leaned in, connecting your lips to theirs.

Both of you smiled into the quick kiss.

“I mean, you look hot either way, so I guess it’s okay.” You said, playfully rolling your eyes.

With that, Jordan began to smile again. A soft hum coming from their lips as they closed the distance for a second time.

One hand traveled to the back of your neck, pulling you in closer - if that was even possible. You felt their other hand find its way back to your waist. Your own hands had traveled to Jordan’s hair.

The familiar taste of your favorite cherry lip gloss on them and their fuzzy cologne filled your senses.

You both pulled away panting. The makeup you had worked so hard on, now smeared.

“I do really like the eyeliner though.” Jordan admitted.

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i don’t know how I feel about this one :( but I finally posted again! any tips are appreciated and please please please send requests! Happy Easter if you celebrate!

xoxo, $uperNerd

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader Synopsis: you're not really fond of weddings. He's the opposite. Themes: meet-cute, fluff? Bachira is a big flirt, reader low-key doesn't like weddings, a little suggestive if you squint a little, just overall cutesy! Author's Note: lmao I'm telling you that the wedding I went to last weekend inspired this brain vomit. And it's time for our little bee to have the spotlight!

Bachira has grown to like weddings, especially now that he's gone professional and most of his teammates are getting married left and right. He loved watching his teammates get all sappy and teary at the altar, but most of the time, he enjoyed the reception that came afterward.

The drinks, the games, the dancing. He lives off of the smiles and laughter of everyone present.

In the lovely countryside of Spain, he was one of the groomsmen at a teammate's wedding. It was a lovely spring day, everyone was dressed in a beautiful lavender color, which Bachira was quite pleased with because it complimented his hair. His crooked lavender tie was fixed by one of his teammates again which he chuckled at.

Then enter you, dressed in a corset dress with a high slit in the side. In your hands was a bouquet of baby's breath, the bride's choice for simplicity and sophistication. You were quite fidgety, given that this was the 2nd time you attended a wedding as a bridesmaid, and your lashes weren't put on correctly by the make-up artist they hired. It was getting itchy every time you blinked, and you couldn't rub it for the sake of your eyeliner.

You stood in line where the other bridesmaids were, waiting for the event to start. You knew you were paired up with someone, but because of your carelessness, you forgot to check who was your pair. You were quietly cursing to yourself as you started to tear up because of the fake lashes (fuck that shit), so you decided to rip them both off of your eyes and excused yourself to the side to look at yourself in your compact. "Shit," you murmured, quickly pulling out your mascara to at least give your lashes the volume it lacks and to hide the eyeliner underneath (which by the way looks uneven because some of it got stuck on the face lashes).

"Excuse me?"

You hastily turned to see who spoke behind you, almost poking your eye and hitting the with the compact you're holding. "Oh! I'm sorry! God, I didn't see you there," you exclaimed, returning the wand to the bottle and screwing it shut. In front of you was the prettiest boy you've ever seen, with eyes as bright as a summer day and a smile to match it. "Are you y/n?" He asked, his playful voice floating in the spring air. "Yes, why?"

"I think you're my partner," Bachira responds. You raised your brows at him, nodding. "Y-yeah, of course. I know."

You did not.

You stood back in line with him, feeling a little awkward. You turned to look at him and asked, "Does my lashes look funky to you?" He looked back at you, puzzled, as you bat your eyes at him. Bachira chuckled and shook his head. "You look okay."

"Okay, that's good to know."

The wedding went well. There were tears, giggles, cheers, and playful glances from Bachira across the aisle. It wasn't so subtle too. He would stare at you, his eyes soft and smirking. You'd smile back, and wave at him, but it was getting weird. He was cute, you're not gonna lie, but you'd rather talk to him than have him stare you down.

The rest of the celebration flew by quickly, until one of your fellow bridesmaids was shaking you off your seat, red wine almost spilling, unaware of what the commotion was about.

All the women were gathered in the crowd, and you heard the host saying things like "Which of these single ladies will be the lucky girl?" and you realized that it was the bouquet toss. As you stand there, you can feel his eyes on you. Bachira, waiting and watching you. Oh, you were too distracted to notice that the bride tossed the bouquet and what got your attention was the screams of your fellow bridesmaids as the bouquet slipped off their grasp and into...

"And we have our lucky lady!"

Everyone turned to you as you gripped the bouquet, catching it with eyes closed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. People were now pushing you to the dancefloor as the host was making his way towards you. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, pointing the mic to you. "Uh, y/n?"

"Give it up for y/n! Now, let's call on all the bachelors in the crowd for the garter toss!"

You were led to the side as all the single men gathered at the center and your eyes found Bachira in the crowd. "So, he's single," you murmured, watching him smiling widely and jumping around... like a little bee. The host turned everyone's attention to the bride sitting in a chair, and the groom, kneeling in front of her, started to remove the white lace garter around her thigh using his teeth. The guests were jeering and screaming, the bride laughing at her husband's antics. Once the garter was off, the groom tossed it to the awaiting bachelors and like how fate wrote it, Bachira jumped higher than anyone in the crowd, catching the garter with one hand.

"Alright! It seems like we have our lucky bachelor!" The host announced as the crowd parted for him to walk through. "FC Barcha's very own Dancing Bee, Bachira Meguru! Now, let's call back our lucky lady. Come on up the dance floor!" Fuck. You have no idea what was gonna happen. You never paid attention to weddings before!

"You ready?" he asked, smiling widely. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and it made you shiver a little. "Ready for what?"

"Now it's time for our lucky groomsman, Bachira, to put on the garter on our lucky lady! Make sure to use your teeth!"

"What?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the host towards the chair at the center of the dancefloor. "Wait!"

Your pleas were drowned by the cheers from your fellow bridesmaids and the groomsmen, whistles from the groom, and claps from the bride. "Is this how it goes?" You asked Bachira, who was now standing in front of you. He had the garter between his teeth as he kneeled towards you and goosebumps rose against your skin. "Heh. Yeah. You never done this before?" He asked, his hands now ghosting on your ankle. You gulped as Bachira took the garter from his teeth and stretched it open to slip it around your ankle.

The noise became nothing as soon as your senses quickly focused on Bachira as his mouth opened, and his teeth caught the garter loosely hanging on your ankle. His hot breath hit your skin as he slowly and agonizingly pulled the garter up, up, up to your calf, then to your knee, his hands holding your leg and resting it on his knee. Oh, you can see the mischief and the danger in his yellow eyes, once sparkled with the sunlight has now darkened as his face travelled nearer to your thigh.

Bachira thanked the bride in his mind that she'd let the bridesmaids wear a dress with a slit because this made it easier for him as more of your skin was exposed. He grinned as he reached closer... closer... and your hand initially gripping so tight on your seat was now on his hair, stopping him before he got to the dangerous part.

His teeth released the garter, snapping it on the delicate skin of your thigh, and your breath hitched. Fuck... you were literally playing with danger.

"Bachi-"

"No, just call me Meguru... or Megs."

"Meguru, I..."

The host brought you two back to reality as he gently pulled Bachira up, and Bachira offered a hand for you to take, your dress' slit gently opening up for the garter on your thigh like it was the World Cup Bachira envied and won. The next moment passed as you two danced with the bride and groom, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Did you like it?" He asked, winking at you. You laughed softly, for the first time today and it was because of him. "Yeah, you were pretty good," you replied, your laughter softening into a smile as you twirled your finger into the tips of his hair. "Will I ever see you again?" He asked again, pulling you closer to him. You tugged on his hair gently, a warning. "Maybe. My flight home will be in two days. You think you can spare a day or two?"

"Of course," he simply replied, "you think it's a date then?"

You hummed in reply, and he hummed too.

It was safe to say that you gave him your number and socials to reach you tomorrow.

And maybe on the days moving forward.

[blingmycupcake]

makoto yuki with an emo s/o! ✧ ˖°

warnings: no major ones i think? i guess junpei calls you a hot chick but he just assumes your gender w/o knowing you.

note: first time writing persona fanfiction. i feel a bit cringe (,,•o•,,) reader is gn but makeup is mentioned! but guys, especially emo ones can, and do wear makeup :) mb if this is bad. kinda proofread

characters: makoto yuki/arisato minato or wtv his name is

word count: around 2.1k . this is kinda long, sorry.

makoto first saw you after school on a boring tuesday in june. you were drinking water on a bench outside, and he immediately noticed your teased hair and dark eye makeup. he didn’t care but thought you looked unique compared to the other more basic looking students.

makoto quickly forgot about you as hanging out with his friends and tartarus trips became more and more frequent and took over his daily life. on some days, he would see you either talking with a friend, or listening to music outside during his after school activities.

the second time he saw you was at power records browsing some of the cd’s in stock. you had a pair of black earbuds in your ears, literally blaring some of the loudest music he’s ever heard. even though you were looking through japanese cd’s, you were listening to english songs. makoto thought that was cool, too since he likes all kind of music.

the closer he got to you, the more details of your appearance he took in. your eyeshadow was pitch black, accompanied with thick eyeliner in the same color. he noticed a thin, yet kind of clumpy layer of mascara on your eyelashes. as he got closer to you the smell of hairspray grew more prominent.

you seemed incredibly absorbed in your cd browsing, and makoto honestly thought you wouldn’t be able to hear anything, much less his voice so he browsed on the opposite side of the store, picked a random cd, and checked out.

after that, makoto saw you walking to the school store in the hallways. he paid no mind again, until he saw the same black earbuds you had on at the store fall out of the pocket of your schoolbag. he knew he had to return it since he too has experienced the pain of losing his headphones all too many times. plus, this would be a good opportunity to talk to you.

he tapped you on the shoulder with your earbuds in his other hand. you turned around quickly and before you could say anything makoto mumbled out a monotone “you dropped this.” as he put his hand out in front of you, your earbuds placed safely on the palm of his hand.

makoto stirred up a conversation with you by talking about music. he mentioned how he always saw you walking around with your earbuds and asked what type of music you listened to. you, very enthusiastically began to passionately speak about your favorite bands like one he’s never heard of named fall out boy, and more popular ones like my chemical romance. you info dumped things like fun facts about all of your favorite bands to him, before realizing you just geeked out in front of stranger, a cute one at that.

a small smile appeared on his face. makoto truly didn’t mind. in fact, he appreciated seeing some of your personality shine instead of being weirded out. he mentioned some of his favorite english artists. although both of your music tastes were a little different, there were a few artists you both liked.

after being friends for a few months, you realized you caught feelings for makoto. you first realized you liked him when he got you a jack frost doll from the claw machine at paulownia mall. you appreciated that he did it for you, but your cheeks began to feel warm when you looked into his eyes and saw how determined he was. all of a sudden, you began to fiddle with the material of your ripped jeans and did everything to not make eye contact him. he seemed confused, but didn’t question you. little did you know he would begin to feel the same way.

after the paulownia mall “incident” something clicked in makoto’s head that made him realize that maybe you had a crush on him. actually, no way. you, liking him? no way. it had to have been all in his head.

he couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. makoto liked you too, he thinks? his chest feels warm around you, and he suddenly couldn’t focus around you which resulted in him losing 3,000 yen trying to get you another doll. he went home with slightly sweaty hands, which he told himself was from gripping the joystick on the claw machine but a small part of him knew what it truly was.

makoto genuinely thought he was delusional, until he asked yukari since she seemed to be more informed on this topic than him. she convinced him that you 100% liked him romantically. yukari told him to go somewhere nice like a fancy restaurant and buy you roses.

he mentally rolled his eyes at her comment, but still thanked her. her suggestion seemed like something from a cheesy rom-com. you didn’t really seem like that type of person so he figured that he could buy you a new cd from a band you liked and go go eat ice cream together.

the “date” starts smoothly. you two ate ice cream on a bench at the port island station. makoto kept looking at everything but you, and you constantly shifted away from him. it got a little awkward until you heard a loud meow coming from a shady looking alley.

“wait, makoto, did you hear that?” you asked, a look of curiosity and worry on your face. he nodded and suggested checking it out. you got up first, which gave makoto an opportunity to admire you from afar as you began to walk to the alley, away from him. he got up and walked behind you, but tripped a little due to his nerves. thank god you didn’t see that…

you both saw an adorable cat, but it looked way too malnourished. “we should get it some food,” he suggested “only if you want to, though.” he added on. literally why did he suggest that? where could you two even get cat food? he began to sweat a little, but he played it off smoothly.

“hmm, where from though?” you asked, but remembered the countless times you two had gone to paulownia mall. suddenly the pharmacy came to mind. “wait… dosen’t that one store in paulownia sell some?” you questioned, looking at him for a response. he truly didn’t know but still went along with your plan, nodding at the suggestion.

surprisingly, they did sell some! you bent down to feed it to the cat, patting it softly as it purred in response. makoto figured this was a good time to confess, since you seemed calmer than before.

makoto cleared his throat awkwardly, causing you to get up and turn around. you looked at him with curious eyes which made him even more nervous.

“well, i got you this.” it was a cd of my chemical romance’s first album i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love. he handed it to you, looking right at you. he saw how your eyes lit up, and it made him so happy to see your lips curve into a smile.

“oh my god, are you serious?” you said, a little shocked. you looked up at makoto, and took it back. the album had your favorite song ever on it, and the cd was a little more difficult to obtain due to its age. you couldn’t believe it, and were gonna thank him a thousand times before he interrupted you.

“so, i wanted to tell you something.” he mumbled, his cheeks seemed pinker than usual. “a few weeks ago, i realized that i like you, romantically. I was wondering if you wanted to be my partner… it’s okay if you decline, we can still be friends.”

you stood still like a statue for a few seconds, and you contemplated pinching yourself until you saw the hopeful look on makoto’s face grow disappointed which made you realize you had to say something.

“y-yeah! of course! i’m so glad you feel the same way, i’ve been so worried about what you thought about me. oh my god, i’m so happy i could die.” you blurted out, getting closer to him and shyly looking at him.

this had to be the best day of his life. makoto couldn’t believe it, but without thinking he brought you into a tight embrace. his arms wrapped around your waist as your body heat combined. you stayed like that for a while, until makoto opened his mouth to say something.

“i’m so glad you like me back.” he whispered, quiet yet loud enough so that you could hear. his arms began to shake ever so slightly as his grip around your waist tightened.

after a long conversation with him, you had to go back home. he walked you home, and said goodbye. makoto walked back to the monorail feeling more accomplished than ever.

when he got back to the dormitory yukari, junpei, and fuuka were sitting in the lobby. they all welcomed him, simple things like “hi, leader!” but junpei had a different plan. apparently, makoto’s happiness was hard to not see.

“heyy, leader! something up with ya’? you seem happy. win the lottery, meet a hot chick or something?” he questioned loudly, a teasing smirk on his face.

fuuka didn’t pay attention to what junpei was talking about, thinking junpei was joking and continuing to type away on her laptop. but yukari’s head shot up as soon as she heard what junpei said, makoto did confide in her so could junpei be right?

“…nothing” makoto responded calmly. he walked up the stairs to his room, ready to immediately text you as soon as the door shut. yukari followed him. junpei’s face spelt our p-u-z-z-l-e-d. what the hell was going on?! he went back to reading his magazine after gawking at yukari practically stomping up the stairs.

“wait. makoto, did it work out? is my advice really that good?” yukari asked, hands behind her back as she stood in front of him.

“yeah, you could say so. thanks” makoto responded, smiling even though her date suggestion wasn’t even considered. he couldn’t ruin her mood, though. she would kill him if he said what he was thinking.

“well, i’m glad! don’t let it affect you in tartarus, though.” she smiled cheerfully, going back down to whisper to junpei about who knows what.

dating!

makoto’s favorite dates include karaoke and sneaking you into the dormitory. you can only really sing to jpop and sometimes jrock since the karaoke machines are pretty old, but he finds it funny and almost ironic. he does the same thing but prefers eating the snacks provided with you.

staying in his room is calming. looking through his cd collection for hours, and listening to music together by sharing headphones is nice too. your favorite part is eating leftovers of shinjiro’s cooking even if makoto’s room starts to smell like food.

his favorite thing in the world is kissing you. embracing eachother on his bed while your lips press against his, lipstick smudging on his lips messily.

you like doing his makeup and giving him a makeover, turning him into you. painting makoto’s nails black and drawing edgy nail art like a skull or checker print. thats nowhere near the end of your shenanigans. you douse him in hairspray and tease his hair until he looks just like he’s myspace famous, as well as giving doing his makeup. eyeliner exaggerated to the top with the tiniest amount of black eyeshadow on his eyelids.

you’ve convinced makoto to do some crazy stuff he never thought he’d do in a million years like makeup. and he even helped you with a tiny stick and poke tattoo on your inner thigh so your parents wouldn’t see. he regretted that after, but the smile on your face from seeing the result washed his worries away.

makoto’s only been caught with you in the dormitory once, which scared him for a while and resulted in him going to your house for a few months. aigis of all people saw you two making out while listening to the cd he gave you. she thankfully didn’t say anything about it and after you went home, she said she would keep their secret with them until she dies(she’s a robot… so he felt 10x more relieved). makoto’s still grateful it wasn’t mitsuru or junpei. mitsuru would literally execute him, and junpei would never forget that and tease him to death over it.

so far, nobody but yukari and aigis know about your relationship. yukari doesn’t know who you are or what you look like since you don’t have any classes or clubs with her.

makoto likes to eat snacks from the school store with you outside, sitting together and listening to music. some of his friends have seen him with you after school, and the sitting together makes them wonder if theres anything going on between you two. makoto doesn’t confirm or deny their questions.

[okkalo]

blue lock boys doing your makeup trend

characters: rin, yukimiya, shidou, isagi, chigiri

warnings: shidou 😟😟, cuss words

rin

- he’s trying.

- his focused face makes him look like he knows what he’s doing.

- he doesn’t.

- if you record he is literally glaring at the camera the whole time.

- names products by how they look. meaning u will NOT get the actual name out of him. (he knows blush and mascara though!!)

- “this is the brown liquid” (ur getting there!!)

- skips the primer.

- if u have multiple foundation colors he gets so confused why one doesn’t match 💀

- “the hell is this?” THE FACE HE MAKES TOO??

- puts on too much blush and just stares in wonder of what he did wrong.

- that or he applies the blush as lipstick

- he applies your lipstick (or i guess blush) weird?? makes you pucker your lips to do it LOL

- forces you to do your eyeliner and mascara because he doesn’t want to hurt you </3

- probably mumbles under his breath the whole time about how stuff isn’t working how it should

- giggle at him and he will give you a look and just leave.

- the finished look was a 6/10

isagi

- he’s trying but nicer.

- i can see him having no sense of color theory whatsoever so your eyeshadow and lipstick look HORRIBLE together

- probably this bright purple eyeshadow with a bright red lipstick

- he doesn’t forget anything though!!

- puts the concealer in all the wrong spots. he thinks it should go where the contour goes

- another guy to use blush as lipstick

- “that’s not right” at least he knows

- will do your eyeliner wing (which turned out to be horrible) but completely avoids your waterline

- avoids the mascara but watches in amazement as you curl your eyelashes

- gives you so many kisses throughout

- the finished look was a 3/10 😔

yukimiya

- he’s the best out of everyone because he actually knows what he’s doing.

- he might confuse the names at some point but is quick to fix his mistake.

- sososo gentle when applying products to your face too!

- he smiles so big once he sees you close your eyes at his light touch

- probably uses the wrong brushes </3

- goes down to your neck with your foundation!!

- does your eyeliner but doesn’t do your lashes (the wing is a 8/10)

- tries so hard on the eyeshadow but it just doesn’t work

- pretty colors but horrible with knowing where to stop (he went to your brows with it </3)

- he muttered a lot of soft “oops” during this time no doubt

- also gives a lot of kisses during this time

- actually so proud once he finishes it though

- compliment his abilities!!

- 9.1/10

shidou

- idk why u wanted him to do this.

- he’s literally making you look like a clown

- makes a mess of your makeup and does not care.

- probably super good at makeup too but just wants to be an asshole

- puts SO MUCH foundation on you. you are literally caked

- puts so much bronzer on too and swipes it in all the wrong directions

- a lot of product got in your nose because he gave that area a lot of attention

- absolutely went crazy with the blush. it is everywhere on your cheek.

- the same with highlighter.

- goes crazy with the setting powder as well. you both sneezed multiple times

- picks bright blue eyeshadow and goes way too far with it

- he was fr about to do your eyeliner and lashes (don’t let him. he will twitch during this time and i know it.)

- takes SO many pictures of you

- makes a video of you with the clown music in the background 💀

- 0/10. rethink ur decisions.

chigiri

- “stay still” x10.

- is good at makeup and knows what everything is but god forbid you move an inch. he literally told you to stop breathing once like??

- if you try to be funny and move your head to the side while he’s putting stuff on he will immediately stop and just give you a stare. no words to be said. he just stares. it’s not a nice stare either </3

- if you get distracted and look away while he’s getting a product he will yank your head back to the position he so desires.

- you’re actually kinda impressed with how well the makeup turns out.

- it’s a strong 8.5/10, he messed up the eyeliner and lipstick part (“maybe stay still next time”).

- will absolutely squish your cheeks and make you pucker your lips to kiss him at the end.

unedited thanks for reading!

[leclsrc]

we need need neeed a charles variant of the media naranja fic :( just a multiple lives au even just a drabble or a headcanon auds audrey big a please only u do this shit justice

bec this has been rotting and i needed to practice writing :)

divine sense – cl16

Charles is always led back to you. title from this

“Your mole is nice,” he says, cutting himself off and thinking a bit more on his words. “It sits just there, on the corner of your eye.”

“Really? God.” You poke at it, rub over it even if it sits relatively flat and unassuming and a bit tiny. “I’ve always hated it. People mistake it for leftover eyeliner or mascara all the time, and it’s—whatever.”

“It’s pretty.” His gaze could light you on fire and water it down all at once. “It’s one of the first things I noticed about you. Granted, I thought it was a, uh, how you say? Mascara, yes, that flicked off your eye a bit, but now it’s just there. I like it.”

A slow smile creeps its way onto your lips and you bite it back, to no avail. “Thank you.”

“It’s the reason why you look so familiar to me.” My mole? You ask, your head turning to the side a bit. He nods. “I don’t know why, either. I mean, clearly we didn’t know each other then. But something about you—you’ve always felt familiar, I think.”

“I have?” 

The trees are greener in the spring, but they’re thin still, not yet too thick with leaves that will fade into orange and die and fall. It’s perfect, Charles thinks, because then the sun filters perfectly through the green of them and shines through the blinds and onto your face, smiling tenderly and warm and waiting. Your eyelashes cast a shadow across the rest of your face and he could stare forever.

“You have.”

—

“Did you get mascara on your eye?”

“What? Oh. Fuck, no. This—it’s a mole.” You turn quickly to the mirror. “I know, it looks a bit like it, yeah.”

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude.” 

“It’s all good. So, Charles, right?” You reread the application sheet and stretch a hand forward to shake his. “My new roommate… taking up Architecture.”

“Yep.” He smiles proudly, the emblem of your university front and centre on his sweatshirt. “I hope this doesn’t sound weird, but have I met you before? You just look a little familiar. Mole and all.”

“Oh.” Instinctively, you reach up to touch the area on which it sits. “I don’t think so, sorry. Um, but in my Lit class, we did have a discussion about how… like… moles are places where you were kissed in your past life.”

“Oh?” 

“Yeah.” You smile up at him. The fall breeze filters through the open living room window, blowing tendrils of hair over your face that you’re quick to brush away. “Granted, I don’t know who would want to kiss an area like this.”

“You don’t?”

And maybe you’re a bit loopy from the drive, or hungry from waking up early, or maybe not at all. Maybe Charles the college roommate is messing with you, or maybe pulling a prank, or maybe not at all. The sunset today is beginning to tint the room and his pretty face a muted orange and you could stare forever.

“I don’t.”

—

Your first time in Italy is marked by a series of ugly firsts: first catcall, mistranslation, scam, blistered heel. But you make it, despite it all, to your foster family’s farm estate, all old vine-caked buildings and stables and lemon trees. You spot somebody poking their head out of the upstairs window but the mop of hair disappears just as quickly.

The door is answered by Pascale—the one you’d been corresponding with prior to today. With her is her husband, Hervé, and two sons, one of whom is somewhere in the house getting your room tidy, she says apologetically. You’re quick to quell her apology, sated by the ice water and bowl of fruit (Hervé says something about picking them all out himself; Arthur, the younger one, pulls you aside with a boyish smile and says it was actually him.)

“Lorenzo is off at university for summer classes,” Pascale explains when she’s putting the second spoonful of pasta on your plate. “So I am stuck with Arthur here, and Charles. He’s about your age, yes? Twenty-two in October.”

Charles descends into the kitchen talking in rapid Italian to his mom, that only tapers off when he sees you at the table. You smile, dopey, raising a careful hand to wave.

He stares. 

“Vieni a sederti,” Pascale says, pointing to the empty seat beside you. Shyly, he takes a seat and fills up his glass with water—then yours. 

“Oh,” you say. “Thank you.” Your gaze travels to him, and find he’s already looking—at the corner of your eye.

“It’s a mole,” you clarify with a quiet, pretty laugh. “Are you excited to take me around? Pascale says you’re my tour guide.”

“Sure, sure.” He laughs. “Where do you want to go?”

Hervé has played some Italian music on his vinyl, so it’s what scratchily plays through the dining area, accompanied by the scent of garlic and lemon and olive from the trees outside, blowing a gentle breeze through the archway of the house.

You turn away from his green eyes to answer one of Arthur’s questions, peppering chili flakes over your aglio olio to twirl and deposit into your mouth. One red flake stays on your lip and he imagines swiping it off with his thumb. Your eyes meet his again, gaze amused and gentle and Charles could stare forever.

“Anywhere, really.”

—

“Oh, honey,” you whine playfully, letting your husband crowd you against the counter of your kitchen, peppering kisses all over your face. “Missed me that much?”

“You know I did.” He parts from you, and even if he's taller his gaze seems to convey looking up at you, adoration and love crowding his green eyes. A hand caresses your jaw, cheek; his thumb rubs over the corner of your eye. The blank skin there, unmarked, unblemished.

He kisses it. His favorite spot. “I woke up this morning thinking about you,” he says fondly.

“About how I left you in charge of changing Mila while I slept in?” You tease lowly, forehead pressed to his.

“About how in love I am with you,” he says honestly. Your heart pulses. It was never a whirlwind of love for either of you. It was slow, warm, familiar. Hey, you.

Despite that, he means it, you know he does, he’s never failed to show just how much. When he wakes up early to change Mila, or when he takes charge of the stove when you’re sleepy. When he lets you walk him around the winding avenues of Manhattan to get cookies or a good coffee or a better beer. When he watches you sing karaoke tipsily, Billy Joel or The Smiths. The way he memorizes every part of you, the way he knows you. Any and all of the love Charles ever had and ever felt always answered to you. 

Lips meet the corner of your eye again. “You know that? I love you. You changed me. You know that, right?”

You could stay forever, in the dusk of the city, questions suspended in the air to be lovingly answered in the lifetimes to follow. They will come, though. You can stay for now—you’ve done your waiting for a love like this.

You smile. “Right.”

[salfishermustdie]

ash headcanons!!!!

okay, i seriously love ashley campbell sm. she's actually my favorite girl evaaaaa. anyways, i decided to post some of my head canons for her like i did sal! this is kind of x reader btw :3

♡ i think of her as unlabled. although she doesn't know what to consider herself, she's definitely not straight

♡ i also think of her as alternative! in her freshman year, she had a bit of an awkward phase, but now she's super comfortable with her style

♡ she'd LOVE giving you little make overs. she'd "make you look like her." (whether she'd succeed is questionable)

♡ would do your eyeliner while sitting on your lap

♡ very nonchalant. very blunt too. she's super open to physical touch

♡ this can get y/n flustered

♡ she loves letting you borrow her clothes

♡ seriously dude, after you met her pretty much half your closet is full of her clothes

♡ "i need some new mascara.." ♡ "here, have mine!"

♡ amazing memory when it comes to you. she remembers things about you that even you forgot.

♡ like, she's here remembering what you said you had for dinner two weeks ago, while you can't even remember where you put your phone...

♡ she's not the nerdiest person ever, but she's definitely open to learning about your interests, like shows or books you like :)

♡ she has a photo album full of pictures of her friends

♡ when she has a crush on you, that album becomes more centered around you than anyone else

♡ she'd make you so many weird little gifts. she's super crafty, but not in a 'conventional' way lmfao

♡ ESPECIALLY her little dudes. omg. she'd make you two a whole family of them

♡ would suffocate you with hugs

♡ literally. she loves being all up on you.

♡ she doesn't have the best sense of personal space, which might get annoying or uncomfortable at times, but she doesn't mean any harm

♡ if needed, you can help teach her more about personal boundaries

♡ she's such a cutie patootie dude. i love her SO MUCH AHHHHH.

no nsfw this time bc…… idk how to write it coming from a girl :C IM LITERALLY SO ASHAMED. I'VE NEVER FELT THE TOUCH OF A WOMAN IM SORRY. SOMEONE HELP ME LEARN HOW TO WRITE GIRL SMUT. UGH.

[lilzyex]

Bloodstains of a past life ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚. M.S

(Chapter 1)

In which

Julia went to a bonfire party where she met a sort of strange set of triplets. She never heard their name before. Never even saw their face, but they felt so familiar. Everyone around them knew them well. Even her closest friends which was weird. They never talked about them. But now it seems as if they attended her high school for years.

pilot Chapter2 Chapter3 Chapter4 (tbc)

I was finishing my eyeliner when I got a call from my friend Ava I quickly reached for my phone and picked up the call “hey” I say

“Yo Julia quickly! We already bought the booze and you have 10 minutes to get to the park before we literally go without you.” Ava said in a sarcastic tone

“Alright alright! I’m almost ready I’ll be there in 15.” I say opening my mascara with my teeth holding my phone in one hand “did you guys buy jäger?” I say taking the mascara out of my mouth putting it on my eye lashes

“Yes, don’t worry we thought of you. But you’re paying gas now because we bought the booze” Ava said

“Alright” I chuckle and hang up the phone on the other line I could hear Ava yell “15 MINUTES JULIA! We’re not waiting 50 years for you mate. Some ppl are already texting me if we’re on our way!”

I look at myself in the mirror one last time checking myself out I look at my black shorts with dark nylons and a white crop top. I did a curly hair method on my hair and looked at my gold jewellery

I quickly take my bag and I close my room door.

I rush down the stairs of my house where I meet my mom “be back by 11!!” She says

“Mom” I whine “at least 12? Please Ava can be out until 1am!” I complained reaching for the front door

“I don’t care what Ava can or can do! Be back by 12 jesus”

“Bye love you” I say closing the front door behind me

It was a really sunny day and it was extremely hot outside my eyes squinted at the brightness of the sun

After 10 minutes of walking I see Ava waving at me from the back of Oliver’s car. I wanted to sit at the front but it already was taken by Abigail

I open the door of the car “hey!!” I say sitting down next to Ava

“Hi!!” Ava hugged me and raised the bottle of jäger “My baby!” I giggle as I take the bottle in my hand pretending it’s my baby “ok alcoholic.” Oliver said sarcastically “Oliver you should be the last person to say that” Abigail defended me as Ava and I chuckle in the back seat

“So how long until we get there?” I ask as Oliver started driving

“About 20 minutes” Oliver said “juli you’ve already been there. You’ll see!” Ava said “I literally don’t remember. Why couldn’t we go to the usual place? The forest that isn’t too far away from town like 5-10 minutes?” I ask

“Oh Chris said that cops go there often and he told us it’s better in the other forest more aesthetic also. Oh did you bring your camera!” Ava said

“Yeah I did.” I realise she said the name chris “who’s chris?” I ask confused. Knowing there’s no chris in our school or town as I know of

Ava and Abigail look at me funny. “Julia hello? Chris sturniolo. He literally is in our history class?” Abigail said

“He’s so hot!! Oh and also he’s a triplet! I’ve never met triplets. But they’re all SO hot.” Ava said

“What?” I became even more confused “yeah their names are Matt and Nick. Too bad Nick is gay.” She explained “Wait it’s not even that bad! We can try to set him up with Oliver” Abigail said Oliver immediately rolled his eyes “Abby stop”

“No this is great! Finally a hot gay guy for you!”ava giggled

“How do you even know he’s gay for fucks sake?” Oliver groaned “oh Stella told us, she tried to flirt with him. Didn’t end well” Ava tried to hold in her laugh

I get a weird wave of Deja vu when I heard the name Sturniolo. I knew them from somewhere, but definitely not fucking school.

I look out the window trying to forget the feeling I have in my chest.

17 minutes later we arrive infront of the woods and we call Bryan who invited us in the first place because he wanted to get with Abigail. We all know it even she does, but she’d never get with Bryan he’s not her type at all. And also he’s a fuckboy. But the invites to the coolest high school parties even tho we weren’t really considered popular in our school were worth it.

“Hey Bryan” Abigail said on the other line we heard Bryan’s voice “hey sweetheart, so where are you guys?”

Abigail awkwardly giggles and says “in front of the woods. Where exactly are you guys?”

“I’ll send someone to get you. Are yall next to a fallen tree?” He asks

“Uhh yep” Abigail says

“Alright. Matt! Can you go to the broken tree a few friends of mine are waiting there they don’t know their way here”

I heard on the other line.

Matt.

A few minutes later I see a tall brunette walking towards us. I could barely see his face but some I could sense some fear inside me for my reason at all

“You okay?” Ava asked “uh. Yeah” I say keeping my eyes on the brunette

“Hey” Matt said looking at Ava chris Abigail but when his eyes met mine his eyes went wide.

“Mary?” He said with a concerned look on his face

I scrunch my eye brows “No im.”I pause “im Julia.”

He tried to laugh it off “oh. You just look.” He tried to get any excuse he could out of his mouth, but still completely shocked by her looks “you remind me of an old friend of mine.” He said “anyways let’s go” he made us following deeper into the woods

The walk was akward when Ava whispered into my ear “girl did you see that?? He totally wants you!!”

I shake my head “stop”

Moments later were being greeted by Bryan who is already handing Abigail a drink “thanks, we also brought some booze” she said grabbing Oliver’s backpack taking out a bottle of vodka and jäger

“Oh that’s great!” Bryan said practically eye fucking Abigail

Matt went to sit down next to his two brother who were sat at the fireplace

Suddenly chris and nick looked at me with horror in their eyes

“If we do kill someone tonight we have to keep a really fucking close eye on that girl her name is Julia. But I don’t fucking believe her.” Matt whispered to nick and chris

“Fuck that’s Mary. You turned her into a vampire?! I thought you killed her!” Nick whispered with a pissed off tone

“I didn’t! Okay. She was dead when I left her.” Matt said “what the fuck.” Chris sipped on his drink

An hour later I found myself sitting next to the fire with Abigail sitting across from me was Matt and chris.

Chris was talking to Ava while Oliver went for another drink.

I felt eyes on me again when I looked up from my drink to see Matt staring at me. The eye contact lasted what felt like minutes and none of us broke it.

I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. I swear I met him before. It’s almost like I know everything about him but at the same time nothing. I look at his bright blue eyes, the eyes I remember looking into maybe in a dream.

Maybe im just drunk. I said to myself, and I continued the conversation I had with Ava.

“Guys! Did you guys know that the story of the bitten Mary was in this woods?” Bryan yelled out as he leaned against his best friend Lucas

A few people agreed and yelled out. A few people started scaring each other.

I sat there confusion washing over me, why did he call me Mary?. I knew about the story but I thought it was a made up story to scare people into not going into the woods alone.

“What?” I asked Jake he smirked at me and sat down next to me “dear Julia. The bitten Mary is a TRUE story about a girl who died in this woods. She got attacked by a wolf” he explained as a few people came to sit down to hear the story, Jake put his arm around my shoulders “people say her spirit is angry and is stuck in this exact woods. And if you’re alone she’ll kill you but only young people because she’s mad that she died at a young age.”

“And how can she even kill people she’s a ghost?” Some girl said not believing the story

“She’ll bite you and drink your blood until you die. Don’t believe me? Go deeper into the woods and you’ll see.” He said

“Alright someone give me a shot I wanna see if your bitten Mary isn’t an excuse to flirt with Julia.

She takes a shot and gets up to walk deeper into the woods “good luck!” Jake Bryan yelled

“Should we go scare her?” Jake said chuckling

“Nah fuck that I know she’s already shitting herself walking there” Bryan said chugging his beer after.

2 hours later im wasted, my legs feel weak as i feel a warm sensation in my throat. I can’t help but smile at Ava while she’s talking to me and that buzz in my head I love the most.

“I’m gonna go get another drink” I giggle stumbling towards the tree where the alcohol is on the floor

The rest of the night went pretty well before I realised I was supposed to be home an hour ago I look over at Oliver to see him drunk “fuck! Oliver why are you drinking you’re supposed to drive!” I said seeing Oliver sitting with Nick “it’s okay I can drive you home.” Matt said

I turn around my intention is telling me not to let him drive but we had no other option “thank you” I sigh out of relief “I quickly drag Oliver in my drunk state almost making us both fall I see Ava and Abigail next to the drinks

“Guys we’re going home Matt is driving us since Oliver got fucking drunk” I said “msorry” Oliver chuckled

“I’ll take him” Matt said

The drive home was pretty quick since I almost fell asleep. Finally we got Ava home now it was time to get me and Oliver home. A few minutes later we were in front of my house and when Matt stopped the car I said out of pure frustration “who the fuck are you guys?” Matt turned towards me so he can look me straight in the eyes “were in history class together don’t you remember? You remember right?.” He didn’t take his eyes off of me

It was almost like he wanted to hypnotise me or something “no I don’t. I’ve seen you in my life” Matt look confused “yeah. I’m kind of a quiet type of person. Unlike you.” Matt said turning around quickly

I get out the car slamming the door behind me and slowly getting into my house so nobody wakes up.

Soon I changed my clothes and brushed my teeth and went to bed.

(A/N : did yall see the tvd reference 😜 sorry if there’s any mistakes I didn’t re read this)

[xoxo-ives]

honey, come put your lips on mine

glitter, awkward moments, and works of art

or, reader does tim's makeup

wc: 1572

(title from 'talk too much' by coin)

[A/N] this one is a little tiny bit spicier than the last two. nothing really happens, there's just tension

You aren’t sure how you ended up in this position. One minute, you were doing Tim’s makeup, and then suddenly he’s whining into your mouth. An hour ago, you were doing your makeup to practice for the next fancy event you were inevitably dragged to. Tim, ever the nosy detective, came knocking on the bathroom door to demand your attention. 

“Whatcha doing?” he asked, leaning his head around the doorframe.

“Makeup,” you answered distractedly, brushing on eyeshadow.

“It’s, like, eleven at night. Why are you doing your makeup now?”

“Practice. I don’t know. I was bored.” You continued doing your makeup, ignoring the fact that he was hovering behind you. Eventually, when he didn’t move, you spun around. “Do you need something?”

He was silent for a long minute, swallowing thickly before blinking wide eyes at you. “Uh…could you…put makeup on me?” he mumbled, looking away. “If you don’t want to, that’s fine. I totally get it, it’s probably a weird thing for me to ask.”

“Tim. You’re rambling. I’ll do your makeup.” You shot him a grin and told him to go sit on the couch or wherever he was comfortable and that you’d be there in a second. You grabbed your makeup bag and found him in the living room, running his hands nervously over his legs. “You ready?”

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” he said quietly.

“It’s just me, you can relax,” you laughed quietly. “I’m not gonna bite. Sit down.”

He swallowed hard again and sat on the couch, watching you carefully. You put the makeup bag on the cushions next to him and balanced on your knees, legs bracketing his. His breath caught in his throat, almost imperceptibly. You noticed but decided to spare him the indignity of being questioned. You unzipped the bag and pulled out a fluffy brush and several shades of blush, holding them up one at a time to compare them.

“I don’t have a foundation that’s your shade,” you mumbled, busy trying to decide which blush matched his skin best. “So we’re skipping that. Which blush do you think would look best?”

“I don’t know. Why would I know?”

“Just figured you would have opinions on this, seeing as you have opinions on literally everything else,” you teased. When he didn’t laugh along with you, you knew he was definitely tense, and you put your hands on his shoulders. Another sharp intake of breath that you graciously ignored. “Relax, Tim,” you repeated. “We’ll just go with this orangey one. It’ll look nice with your eyes.”

He just nodded along and let you brush the pigment onto his face. You slid one hand onto his jaw, tilting his head to the side, and he let his eyes flutter closed. By the time you were moving onto eyeshadow, your thighs were tired from holding yourself up, and so you let yourself sit in his lap instead. That was the first in a series of poor choices. (Or maybe excellent ones, depending on how it all ends.)

“Do you care if I put glitter on your skin? Can take a bit of work to get it off.”

“That’s fine,” he whispered. “I don’t mind.”

“Wonderful. You’ll love it, I’m sure.” You leaned to the side, digging through the bag for some glitter. In doing so, you accidentally leaned forward, hips bumping with Tim’s. He nearly jumped out of his skin, eyes flying open, and you froze. “Shit, sorry. That was accidental.”

“S’alright,” he muttered. “You can…continue.”

You grabbed the glitter and returned to the task at hand. “Close your eyes again?” He did, and you dipped the brush into the glitter and carefully laid it on his eyelids. “There. All done. You want to do eyeliner and mascara? If not, that’s cool. Those can be kind of daunting if you’ve never done your makeup before.”

He nodded, and you found a liquid black eyeliner. You carefully drew it across his lash line, using small brush strokes. When you’d finished both eyes, you grabbed a pencil liner, running it along his lower waterline. You carefully instructed him to blink for the mascara, and then sat back to admire your work.

“All you need now is lipstick. I’m thinking…red. Can’t go wrong with a classic red lip. Part your lips just a little?” You outlined his lips with a dark liner and filled in the center with a bright liquid lipstick. You finished it with a clear gloss and then grinned. “Damn. Look at you, Timmy. All dolled up.”

His cheeks colored lightly under the blush, and he looked away. You offered a mirror, and he took it, glancing at himself and then doing a double take. “Whoa. I don’t even…look like myself.”

“In a good way?”

“In the best way. I look…I don’t even know.”

“You look delicious, Tim, that’s what you look like,” you laughed. “Downright edible.”

“Shut up,” he mumbled, turning even pinker. “You don’t mean that.”

“Uh, I absolutely do. You look…pretty. You look really good. You should let me do your makeup more often.”

“Pretty? I don’t look pretty. What do you even mean? Pretty like a girl?”

“Pretty like a work of art, baby,” you said, pet name rolling off your tongue like honey. Poor choice number two.

He made a small sound of surprise, something between a squeak and a gulp. His face burned, eyes going round. It was cute, you thought, that someone like him could still be so surprised by compliments. Maybe it was that it was genuine, or maybe it was that it was you saying it, but it made him want to smile until his face split apart. He was silent for a long time, and you lifted a hand to tap on his temple.

“What’s going on in that brain of yours?” you asked softly. He just shook his head and smiled, eyes downcast. “Tim. Say something. Are you upset? Did I overstep?”

“No. I’m just…you really think I’m pretty?” He sounded almost breathless, as if the thought was completely baffling to him. You smiled, leaning forward to kiss the end of his nose.

“Yeah. Absolutely.” Your hands were resting on his shoulders, and had somehow found their way into his hair without your permission (the third and final choice in your series of mistakes). You were playing with it, scratching against his scalp lightly, and all of a sudden he was kissing you. So here you find yourself, sitting in his lap, tongue in his mouth.

You nip at his mouth, twisting your fingers into his hair with a little more bite, and he makes a sound you didn’t know was possible from workaholic golden child Tim Drake. He whines. His hands wind up to the collar of your shirt, pulling you closer, and you slide your body closer to his, pressing chest to chest with him. You pull back for a second to breathe, watching him watch you.

Your lips are sticky with his lipgloss, which is smudged at the edges. His cheeks are pink under the orange blush, and he bats his eyelashes. You know that it’s almost certainly unintentional, which just makes it more attractive. The tip of his tongue dips out to run along his bottom lip. He shifts slightly under you, and you tilt closer to him.

“You gonna kiss me again?” you whisper. He gives you a sharp grin, meeting your lips with passion. He lets his hands float from your collar to your ribcage, not daring to reach any lower. You grab his wrists, not breaking the kiss, and slide his grip down to your waist. His hands are warm and solid, grounding you to him in this moment. 

The world seems to shrink to a little bubble that only includes the two of you and the air you’re sharing, everything else forgotten. Tim eases back after a few minutes, breathing heavily. You stare at him, and he stares back. It’s awkward but somehow not uncomfortable. You take a deep breath and then mumble,

“We should probably get to bed. It’s getting kind of late, we have an early morning.”

Which is true. You have class and he has a meeting. But you still hate to say it, and you have to force the words out. You reluctantly peel yourself away from him, standing and offering him a hand. He takes it and stands, giving you a little smile. 

“Maybe just one more kiss?” he says softly. “To remember you by?” You laugh, pressing a chaste kiss against his mouth.

“You live with me, you’re not going to forget me.”

“Fine. Maybe I just wanted another kiss,” he says sheepishly. “Is that such a crime?”

“Never,” you laugh again, kissing his cheek. “You’re gonna want to wash that makeup off, or else you’ll wake up with your eyes burning. I have some makeup remover in the bathroom that you can use.”

He nods, following you down the hall. When you pass the bathroom, he stops and picks up a bottle off the counter. He holds it up in question, and you nod.

“Just use a washcloth and some warm water, should come off pretty easily. The glitter is the only thing that might give you some trouble.”

You continue down the hall into your room, laying on your bed and shoving your face into your pillow, making a sound that was half-scream, half-squeal. 

What just happened? What happens now?

[matchayogitea]

The Vampire and the Hunter - Harry Styles AU (Part 3)

Part 1

Part 2

Three days. You sighed, staring blankly into space. If only time could go by faster…

“Y/N, are you alright?”

Your best friend and roommate, Jill, gently placed a cup of tea in front of you. You didn’t notice. She called your name again, louder. “Excuse me?” you suddenly realised she had been trying to get your attention for a few minutes.

Jill rolled her eyes and laughed. “Who are you thinking about, huh? I know there’s someone you fancy, you’ve been acting so weird. Who is it?”

You smiled and took a sip of your tea, feeling instantly warmer. “His name is Harry… he’s a few years older than us…” Technically, you weren’t lying. He did mention he’d been turned into a vampire when he was 22, and you and Jill were both 19. “I don’t know him that well, but I’m supposed to go out with him tonight…”

Jill cheered and sat beside you on the sofa, grabbing a pillow and crossing her legs. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! You have to tell me everything about the date tomorrow! What does Harry do? Is he in college?”

She started firing question after question and you couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t know for sure, I think he might be, but he’s not originally from London.” That, at least, was the truth. Harry’s accent didn’t resemble the typical Londoner’s, though you didn’t know where he came from exactly. It was just one of the many things you longed to ask him.

When you’d parted with Harry a few days before you’d agreed to meet that night, not in a park or a cemetery though. You would meet at Westminster and have a walk around the area, one of your favourite bits of the city. You wanted to get to know Harry, you knew basically nothing about him…

and, since you weren’t going hunting, you could actually afford to dress a little less practical and a bit cuter for once. You asked Jill for advice and you eventually ended up wearing dark grey skinny jeans, a tight black shirt and a cute dark red jacket. You never wore too much make up, just the right amount, but this time you ended up carefully applying eyeliner, eyeshadow and mascara, creating a smokey eye effect, then you put on some foundation to even the skin tone and finally coral red lipstick. You were ready and tried to ignore Jill’s smooching sounds as you put on your boots and left.

When you reached Westminster you looked around, but didn’t spot Harry. Maybe you were early…

“Hello.”

A deep, husky voice made you turn around. Harry was standing there, holding a single red rose, smiling. Your heartbeat increased at once and you blushed slightly as you gladly accepted the flower, thanking him. “How are you?” you asked, feeling a bit stupid because of the corny question.

“I’m well. What about you?”

Clad in his black, elegant coat, eyes tender and fixated on you, a small smile curling his lips, Harry looked absolutely flawless.

“Me too…”

You might have been a vampire hunter, but you were also a nineteen year old girl who could be very shy at times and right then was one of those occasions. After finding out Harry cared about you as well, after agreeing to meet on a proper date, you didn’t know what to talk about, how to act. Harry wasn’t a regular guy and you still couldn’t believe you’d got yourself in such a mess, attracted by a vampire. Thank goodness your mentors had no idea about it, nor your best friends.

“You look lovely tonight.” Harry whispered, his deep voice giving you goosebumps. He smiled again. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

You nodded and the two of you headed towards Tower Bridge, both of you silent, stealing glances at each other. Harry struck you as the silent type and you didn’t want things to get awkward between you two, you felt like you had to initiate a conversation.

“Harry… I don’t know much about you…”

He nodded, as serious as ever. “What would you like to know?”

You hesitated, before posing one of the questions you were most curious about. “You told me you were 22 when you… were turned. What year was that?”

He kept silent at first, gazing at the night sky, before looking at you again. “It was exactly one century ago, in 1914. World War 1 had just started. So I guess you could say I’m 122 years old, given that was my age when it happened.”

You were taken aback. You weren’t sure of the average vampire age - if there even was such a thing- and Harry becoming a vampire during the War… was there a connection? “Oh…” you didn’t want to ask. What if something painful had happened then? Stupid, whatever happened was painful for sure, his whole life changed! you silently reprimanded yourself.

“When you met me did you think I was older, or younger?”

“Well, I couldn’t really guess your age…” you observed him. He looked his age, but if one didn’t know one could guess Harry was between 20 and 26 years old. “If you don’t mind me asking, where are you from?”

“Holmes Chapel, Cheshire.” So he had a Cheshire accent. You had never been to that part of England. “I’ve travelled a lot, but that’s my home town. It used to be very small, so unlike London, I doubt you have heard of it. Though I don’t know what it’s like now… last time I went there was probably thirty years ago.”

You weren’t even born back then. Feeling a bit weirded out you nodded. “Where have you lived?”

“Lots of countries. Italy, France, Ireland… the US… Singapore… Japan…” he paused, studying the look on your face. “Surprised? When you have so much time you find yourself wanting to explore new places.”

You couldn’t even imagine living in so many different countries, having all the time in the world. “I’ve only travelled a bit around Europe, but… I think it would be lovely to be able to go everywhere…”

Harry stopped walking, leaning against the railing of Tower Bridge. He stared at the Thames, silent. In the moonlight he looked breathtaking and you couldn’t take your eyes off him, so many questions running through your mind. You wanted to know more about him, but you didn’t know how to ask personal questions without possibly hurting him. And you were scared of finding out something bad, something painful.

You got closer and decided to settle for something simple. “When did you come back to London?”

“Ten years ago. Before that, I’d only been in London a couple of times, but I’d never lived here. I like it very much.” He smiled and glanced at you. “Where are you from?”

“Canterbury.” you replied in a whisper. You were still trying to come to terms with your attraction to Harry and everything he was telling you. “It’s only a couple of hours by train, my family lives there. I moved here last year for college, and…” you bit your lip. Shortly after moving to London you’d found out about vampires, about your destiny as a hunter, about all the Supernatural things. It had been a rough year.

“Canterbury is a lovely town.” A gentle breeze was blowing, messing your hair a bit, and Harry delicately tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. Contrary to any possible expectation concerning vampires, he had the softest touch, he was very graceful. “I’ve been there a few times. I love the Cathedral.”

You looked at him, perplexed. “You… can go inside?”

Harry smiled and shook his head. “I can’t. But I visited once, when I was still human. I vividly remember it, everything inside was stunning.”

Your mentors had taught you the basics at first and kept teaching you more and more, there was still much you needed to learn, but what you knew for sure about vampires was: they avoided going outside during the day, they wouldn’t go unless it was cloudy or rainy and when they did they were weaker, slower. They could only be killed by beheading them, burning them to the core or piercing their heart with a wooden stake. They couldn’t go inside churches, get near crosses or holy water… you supposed even if Harry belonged to a specific, “kinder” race, it made no difference and gave him no privileges in that sense.

“It hasn’t been easy for you.” Harry suddenly said, looking at the horizon, again. “Maybe I shouldn’t have revealed myself, but that night… I had to help you.”

“I am glad you did.” you assured him, taking his hand, gently squeezing it. “I know almost nothing about you and you barely know anything about me… but…” you didn’t want to admit it. You didn’t want to give in and say it out loud. If you did, you wouldn’t be able to take it back and everything would feel even more real.

You let go of Harry’s hand and sighed. “I must be out of my mind. I don’t even know your full name.”

“Harold Edward Styles.” he immediately told you, smiling slightly. “I know it’s a bit old fashioned, but I was born in 1892, after all.”

“It’s a lovely name.” Harry could probably have given you any other name and you’d still believe that, since you fancied him so much. “I… sorry, this is very personal, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to… do you still have any relatives left?”

Harry shook his head. “Not that I know of. Because of the War… well, I had an older brother, but he passed away then. I also had an older sister…” his gaze became distant, but only for a moment. “She also passed away. She had only been married for a short time when she died, she was very young. Of course, my parents, my uncles and aunts, everybody passed away in time.”

You had no idea how to reply. It was only natural that Harry’s closest family members would have passed away decades before, but it was still sad. You’d hoped that maybe, just maybe, he still had distant relatives left, but even so… he couldn’t exactly tell them who he was, could he?

“Do you have a big family?” Harry asked you, changing topic.

You two chatted for a while, you told him about your parents and that you had a younger sister who still lived with them in Canterbury. You walked and walked, the conversation got more relaxed and you both had the opportunity to learn more about each other.

~~~~

“I had fun with you, Harry…”

This time you hadn’t really minded about him walking home with you, mostly because you didn’t want to part from him. It was only midnight, not exactly late for Harry, but you had to get up early in the morning. Still, it was hard to say goodbye.

“I had fun, too. Y/N…” he gingerly leaned closer, then stepped back. “Sorry.”

You had believed, for one wild second, that he would kiss you, sweep you off your feet. But when Harry hesitated you were reminded, for the nth time, that you two couldn’t afford the luxury of giving in to your feelings, ignoring any rational behaviour.

Harry was a vampire, he couldn’t enter your place unless you invited him first. You always felt safe at home because of that, you knew no vampires could get in. But… “I won’t ask you to come in, not this time.” you whispered, getting closer to him. “I think nothing bad will happen if we just…” you didn’t finish your sentence. Both you and Harry moved at the same time and pressed your lips together.

The kiss was nothing like anything you’d experienced before. It was sweet and gentle at first, then it gradually started becoming passionate and needy. You only pulled away because you needed to breathe and when you did you noticed Harry’s green eyes had got a bit darker. “Are you okay?”

“Yes…”

Harry pulled you against him and kissed you again. His lips were soft, his tongue warm, his scent enticing. You could feel the temperature rise as you two exchanged kisses, your body heating up, your mind going blank.

You weren’t able to part for a very long time.

[iamred-iamyellow]

i want to send a pic of my beat so bad but honestly speaking im a wimp who will NAWT be doing a face reveal BUT i will say i do get compliments on my makeup semi often and esp on my base!!!! 🙈💋

now i will warn u i am NOT a clean girl makeup girly or very natural beat at all so just letting u know i use A LOT more than most ppl i would assume use

ok lets gooo:

skincare prep: use facial cleanser (cerave hydrating or the ordinary hydrating cleanser) to wash face w either lukewarm or cold tapwater. let face air dry or use clean facial towel (i just use a mini towel) to dry face by patting the skin gently a few times max. use toner (some by mi aha bha pha toner) by patting it on face. give 30 secsish to dry. now put on moisturizer (laniege water face mask or cerave hydrating moisturizer or the face shop rice ceramide moisturizer). put on sunscreen (olay 30spf moisturizer sunscreen).

then use primer (elf hydro grip pink or blue works)

onto base: use foundation/cc cream/tinted serum depending on ur preference (f: clio kill cover mesh. cc cream: elf camo. tinted serum: loreal true match). i blend using a damp beauty blender. then i (excessively) use atleast 2-3 concealers of different shades. starting w the darkest to even out my skin tone (the body shop), medium to give more coverage (loreal instant age rewind eraser), and lightest to lighten my undereyes and other areas i like to be highlighted (peripera double longwear cover or focallure liquid concealer both from YesStyle). blend all three after each one w a beauty blender. i then use a setting spray to keep my base in place (i use the milani make it last but i do NOT recc it 🙁).

blush: yet again i am excessive w this 😜 i like looking like my crush just winked at me and i cannot handle the attention 24/7. i start w a matte blush/tint (nyx powder puff lippie or peripera ink airy velvet) then blend w my fingers. after i use a glowy blush (elf halo glow) and blend w my fingers again. lastly i "set" w a powder blush (etude cookie blush).

eyes: during my base routine i add all components from foundation to concealer on my eyes, so i blend out any excess using my fingers and even it out. i then use a white or nude eyeshadow to lighten my entire eye from the undereye to below my eyebrow bone (mac discontinued hello kitty palette or colorpop baby got peach palette...slightly pinky nude or full on white is my vibe). i go in p hard in the underye bc i like my undereye looking like ive slept 99 hours in the past wk alone. then i use any eyeshadow i want to create any kind of look, usually to match my outfit or the days vibe. i like colorpop, too faced, mac, jaclyn hill, and juvias place palettes the most. after the eyeshadow is complete i go in w a setting powder (juvias place) w a heavy hand. i also go in w powder under blush area (below cheekbone), upper lip, chin, and forhead. i let that sit all the way until im done w my lips. after placing powder w powder puff, i do eyeliner w eyeshadow of any previously mentioned palettes. i then curl my lashes, put on mascara (hourglass caution extreme lash or telescopic blue tube), and curl again. i then clean up any mascara w more eyeshadow or concealer then eyeshadow if its p bad. i then place highlighter (colorpop shock) under my brow bone.

highlighter: i use the colorpop highlighter on my nose and cupids bow. then i use a bright pink highlighter (stick w me lol ik it sounds weird) (zeesea purple 9 color eyeshadow palette) on my cheekbone and nose.

lips: three steps: liner, tint, gloss. lip liner from elf to line my exact lip shape (sometimes i round out my cupids bow if its a cutesy look). lip tint from peripera to color my lips and keep the color on for a long time or elf o satin face lip stick to do the same thing. blend out w fingers after smacking lips together. then top w gloss/lip oil (nyx butter gloss, nyx fat lip oil, ecosoul lip oil, kopari gloss, maybelline lifter gloss, hello kitty lip smacker gloss).

blend out all powder on face and set w shitty milani setting spray

WHEW MY HANDS HURTTTT

but tbh i do sm bc i love makeup and have sm fun w it. tho w using this much ik im lucky to not have acne prone skin or skin that treats makeup like a parasite. i often take 2-4 day breaks when i have days off school and or weekends which helps. not to mention i use toner pads (numbuzin no.5) once to twice a wk and use a face mask (from any brand that use food ingredients as a main ingredient) weekly.

hope this helps!!!!! 👯‍♀️👯‍♀️💋

LORDY LORDY THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS 🛐