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Hey lovelies! I decided to host a Makeup Look Awards with Ivana—since i’m finally come back to tumblr from being hiatus for few months—and we chose this awards because who doesn’t love makeup! Without further ado let’s get started!
(Y/N)’s fingers gently trace over the black lettering on their wrist, their smile nearly infectious as they touch each individual letter. Someday, someone was going to walk into (Y/N)’s life and say those four simple words to them and they’d have their soulmate- (Y/N) would finally have the person they were destined to be with.
(Y/N)’s lovely train of thought comes to an abrupt stop as the school bell rings, breaking them out of their reverie. At least half of the English class comes filing in at the last minute, all looking for vacant spots to sit in. (Y/N) sat in the furthest way corner from the door, a small little area in the back of the room by a window where they could daydream all class, perhaps read a book or two, or draw.
“ ‘this seat taken?“ A rather harsh, feminine voice suddenly calls to (Y/N) startling them out of their thoughts once again. (Y/N) looks up to find one of the most intimidating women they had ever looked at- she had dark brown hair an flaming red eyes not to mention her completely leather outfit and never ending amount of red tattoos.
"U-um no,” (Y/N) stutters, quickly directing their attention back to their
Paper. “It’s free,” the girl nods as she plops down in the chair, motioning for her other friends to come join the empty seat. Slowly, the empty spaces beside (Y/N) start to fill up as number after number of…shady looking kids sit down beside them. (Y/N) curls around them self a bit as fear and anxiety get the better of them, leaving them wanting to melt into the floor and never return but since that wasn’t an option at the moment they were stuck here, in this hellish class surrounded by hellish kids.
“Now class,” (Y/N)’s teacher, Mr. fury stands at the front of the room, a meter stick clutched in his hand. “I will tolerate none of your bullshit, do you understand?” The class 'oo’s’ in surprise, all laughing at Fury’s language. “I’m not afraid to swear I’m from of you sons of bitches, I’ve heard the kind of language you use-” Fury drones on and on about classroom procedures, the rulers, the disclosure, the usual, stuff (Y/N) had already gone through last semester. With a sigh they look down at their desk, biting their lip as they begin to trace their soulmate mark again. And that’s when they notice it, a small puddle of blood beneath their hand, right next to where they’d been digging into the desk with their nails.
“Shit,” (Y/N) whispers to no in particular. “I’m bleeding-” The girl in front of her, someone with the the brunettes group flips around to look at (Y/N) her brows furrowed until
She looked down at their desk.
“Fuck, that’s a lot of blood,” she whispers, almost observatory if (Y/N) thought about it. But (Y/N) wasn’t thinking about it, they were too focused on the words that this punk kid had
"Wait…what did you say?“ (Y/N) asks softly, completely ignoring the throbbing in their finger.
"Um…that’s a lot of blood?” (Y/N) looks at the girl in disbelief, their eyes suddenly watering and their throat constricting at the sudden realization, this girl was their soulmate- she had said the words, the words that had been printed on (Y/N)’s wrist for 2 years. She looks at them strangely, her brow furrowed as she gazes them over and then suddenly it connects for her too.
"Oh my god,“ she whispers softly, her tone so soft and quiet (Y/N) could barely hear it. "You’re my- you’re my soulmate?” (Y/N) nods, sniffling softly as She smiles at them. “Oh my god!” She jumps up, quickly yanking (Y/N) from their seat to hug them tightly. “I found you, I found you, I can’t believe I found you,” She cups their face in her tatted hands, gazing into their eyes lovingly.
"Miss Romanova, I’d greatly appreciate if you sat down-“ Furys voice becomes hazy as she leans in to kiss (Y/N), her lip piercing rubbing against their bottom lip.
She holds them softly, much softer than (Y/N) would have expected from someone looking like her. Her lips moved against their so sweetly and softly that (Y/N) wanted to weep.
“I love you,” She whispers, breaking away long enough to breathe and whisper to (Y/N). “I love you so much,” She quickly reconnects their lips in a passionate kiss, one that took (Y/N)’s breath away and gave them life all at once. “I don’t even know your name but I love you so much-”
“I’m (Y/N),” (Y/N) breaks away from the kiss long enough to whisper to the girl, smiling when she purred against their lips.
“And I’m Natalia but you can call me Nat,”
(Y/N) lay curled up by Nat’s side, their fingers lightly tracing over the spider web tattoo she had on her sternum. Their eyes should have been glued to their soulmate but instead they were flitting about, surveying all of Nat’s band posters, her makeup, all her dark clothes.
“You don’t- uh- you don’t care if I look like this…right?” Nat asks softly, her voice no louder than a timid whisper.
“Like- well, dark and the typical grunge I suppose,”
“I love it,” (Y/N) whispers as they kiss Nat’s skin, reveling in the small giggle it elicited. “So long as you don’t mind me being this shy pastel little thing,”
“No,” Nat whispers, reaching down with her completely tattooed hand to run her fingers through (Y/N)’s soft hair. “I love you all cute and soft,”
“What are people going to think when they see us together?” (Y/N) asks suddenly, their worry of being bullied starting to bubble within them.
“They’ll think how cute we are and if they think anything else I’ll bust their faces in, sound good?” (Y/N) smiles softly as they nuzzle their face into Nat’s neck.
“That sounds amazing,”
“Yeah?” Nat whispers as she presses her painted black lips to (Y/N)’s forehead, being mindful not to smear her makeup. “Hey, you look pretty tired, you should get some sleep,”
“You’ll still be here when I wake up?” (Y/N) clings to Nat tightly, looking at them with fearful eyes.
“I’ll stay with you till the end of my days beautiful, you don’t have to worry about that,” (Y/N) sighs softly and nods, slowly settling back against Nat’s warm body.
“I love you Nat,’ (Y/N) whispers as their eyes flutter shut, their body slowly starting to accept Nat’s warmth and security.
“And I love you too моя маленькая бабочка,” (my little butterfly)