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anonymous asked:

why does it matter if the eyeshadow palette is a knockoff? it costs 34$ less

if you go on google and just search “why is knockoff makeup bad” over 783,000 results come up. idt you would want to put any of those items on your body as it gets absorbed into the skin among other things

my interpretation of white diamond from steven universe!!!

i’m excited to see if she makes an appearance in the one hour special, she’s definitely one of the most hyped characters in the show!!! OwO

i based her off of a little theory i saw online and it’s nothing really well known so i’ll explain it a bit:

-white diamond and the boss baby are THE SAME person!
-the boss baby is very busy and leads a double life
-using makeup the boss baby covers their diamond from their family as they instruct the other diamonds of what to do on homeworld
-the reason why white diamond hasn’t shown up yet is because of copyright issues, but since the 2017 BOX OFFICE HIT! The Bossy Baby (2017) has released in theaters, the creators gave the crewniverse the a-okay to show them off in action!

so ya!!! i hope u guys enjoy my design OuO

All Too Well | Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Epilogue

Summary: You and Yoongi shared a loving relationship with one another until you both agreed to end things and pursue your separate careers. But two years later, Yoongi is a member of the ever growing Bangtan Boys, and you are a new makeup artist for their upcoming tour.
Pairing: Yoongi | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut; Idol & Makeup Artist AU
Word Count: 5,848


Min Yoongi knew he was royally fucked as soon as he stepped through the doorframe into the dance studio—a time that seems so long ago, while in reality it’s barely been more than a week since the unthinkable happened.

The unthinkable, taking the form of hair he’s run his fingers through, a jacket he’s peeled off, skin he’s nipped at, shoes that led to daily departures, eyes that filled with tears, a heart that he’s broken, words that crushed his own.

It had been 2 years since he had last seen you or heard from you, and yet he responded so intensely to the mere sight of your backside that some people would have thought it had only been 2 weeks since you last saw each other. Or maybe even 2 hours, especially taking into consideration the way his heart lurched, the memories bubbling up so quickly across his consciousness as if they never truly had time to settle below the surface.

Just like the very first time he ever saw you during his street performances, the first time he talked to you to ask you out for coffee, the first date, the first kiss, the first time—they’ve all been moments in his life that made him feel like his heart had been set aflame, knocked him off his guard. Yet, they’ve all been moments in his life that consistently remained special and important to him, times that contradicted his initial belief that his existence would never matter to anyone. It was the first time someone had ever looked at him as if he had created the world and all its beauty within the confines of his own two hands. You made the time he wasn’t an idol, the time he spent longing and daydreaming and yearning for a better future, significant. You made his life mean something.

Until he abandoned you, so desperate to create a name for himself that he thought that belief would be enough to drive you out of his mind and therefore out of his life.

Yoongi has always loved you just as much as he loved his career—if not more.

And now you were back in his life, your physical presence haunting him even as you stood mere inches away from him, telling Bang Si-Hyuk that he didn’t need to worry about any sort of implication or possibility happening between the two of you, that the two of you were no longer under an qualms of being serious, that you had made the best of the life he left you behind with.

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“We’re called bulletproof for a reason”

Jimin X Reader

Genre: Angst / Fluff

Words: 2782

Song that plays on the radio: Ed Sheeran, Even My Dad Does Sometimes

Being one of BTS’s makeup artist had its pros and cons as every other job. On one hand, you got to be very close to 7 men you had adored for years, spending some days locked in a small room with heavy lightning and chairs, putting makeup on them all. On another hand; you spend some days locked in a small room alone with 7 beautiful, talented and kind idols.

Your job required you to stand face to face with Bangtan, with only a few centimetres in between you and whoever you were putting makeup on. The boys were quite fond of you. They always asked how your day had been, complementing your outfit and always saying thank you after you were done with their makeup followed by a bow. You had also grown quite close to the members, especially Jimin with the two of you being around the same age.
Jimin had been one of the first to get to know you. Even though he was either exhausted or preparing to go on stage he always talked to you. Telling you small jokes to make you giggle or telling you about an amazing restaurant nearby. He once said, it was too bad they only stayed in a certain city for one night; otherwise, he would have taken you to an amusement park he had been in when he was younger. You weren’t sure if you understood it correctly. But it sounded like a date. But, why would a perfect idol want to ask you out? Why would he want a makeup artist that didn’t even make the half that he did?

Your long train of thoughts got interrupted by a small knock on your door.
Your manager peeked inside and saw you standing ready.
“Oh great Y/N you’re already ready, the guys have just gotten into their clothes. They’ll come any minute now” he informed you. You gave him thumbs up as he closed and disappeared behind the door again.
Tonight was the night Bangtan was performing in Anaheim and everything had to be perfect. Namjoon had been training few English phrases to the rest of Bangtan so they could introduce themselves on stage.

Outside the door, you could hear footsteps getting closer and voices talking. The first voice you could recognise was a very deep voice that could only belong to Taehyung, or V, as he was known on stage.
And right to your assumptions, his face with his big boxy smile was the first to enter the door. “Y/n!” He smiled as he waved his hands.“Hi” You giggled leading him towards the first makeup chair. He looked into the mirror and began messing with his hair. “No no no, Taehyung how many times must I tell you. Don’t touch your hair” you slapped his fingers away from his hair, smiling. “I know” he sighed and leant back in his chair. Without noticing Namjoon and Hoseok had also entered the room, sitting down in two chairs waiting for their turn.
You started applying a moisturiser and a primer to Taehyung face. That’s when you noticed the discolouring under Taehyung’s eyes. And unlike usually, he didn’t close his eyes when you started touching his face. He looked at you, studying your hair and skin. That’s when you also noticed the fact his eyes were slightly redder than usual. This was all very weird.
“Taehyung, are you okay?” You asked him slowly as you began dapping on a BB cream. He looked down onto his fingers placed in his lab. “Hm-mm” he nodded not very convincing.
“Are you tired?” you asked him once again. You started focusing on his brows filling them in with dark brown to match his hair. “Yeah, I didn’t really sleep as much tonight. Nerves, I guess” He said slowly. Not wanting to interrogate the poor man any further, you dropped the topic and just focused on his eye makeup. He didn’t require much, just a simple dark grey and brown eyeshadow and he was good to go. He looked into the mirror and gave an unsure smile. “Do I look good?” He asked looking up at you. You giggled. “Yes Tae you do, now send in another one of the guys while I begin on Namjoon okay?” you answered him giving his shoulder a quick comforting squeeze as he walked out of the door. Something was defiantly up with him.
You turned around and began working on Namjoon. He was on his phone scrolling through twitter. He had already popped in his contact lenses making his eyes light blue as the sky.
Judging by Namjoon’s silence, there was also something up with him. “You nervous as well?” You asked breaking the silence. You started with a concealer on Namjoon to make his skin as flawless as possible.
“Yeah” He began, thinking over his next words. “I don’t know, it’s the whole Jimin thing you know?”

You knew what he was talking about. Some random girl on twitter had been lashing out on Jimin, giving him death threats. And tonight was the night. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been reading her tweets over and over, again and again. They kept on haunting you, you started dreaming about what would happen. If he did get shot, perhaps fatally, he would never know how you felt about him. How everything you saw reminded you somehow about him. You knew he would never feel the same about you, that’s why you’d been keeping your feelings secret.

“I just feel like as a leader I should be saying something, as his friend I should be saying something. But PD has told us to keep shut. But I just–, aish” He couldn’t finish his sentence. You tinted his lips while nodding slightly. “I know what you mean” You wanted to comfort Namjoon, but you could barely comfort yourself. How were you supposed to comfort another?
You finished his makeup quickly. He stood up and looked at you. Seconds passed where you both just stared at each other. “Be careful out there alright?” you said. “Security is tightened I know, but still…”
Namjoon gave you a reassuring smile. “We are called bulletproof for a reason y/n, don’t worry you’ll get to take my makeup off tonight and put on new tomorrow” and with that comment, he walked out of the room calling in Yoongi.
You switched on working on Hoseok, Yoongi, Jin and Jungkook and before you knew it you only needed to do Jimin’s makeup.

“Jin can you please find Jimin and send him in for me?” you asked Jin. He left you alone in the room as you started cleaning brushes. Your heart was in your throat, should you tell Jimin how you felt? What if something happens? What colour of flowers should you buy? Would you even be invited to the funeral? Your mind was filled with bad thoughts and almost didn’t hear when the door opened and closed behind you. You turned around with your eyes stinging from holding back tears. There he was. Park Jimin. He was wearing tight black jeans with holes in the knees. Black t-shirt with a blue and white striped shirt over. He looked effortlessly beautiful. He stared directly at you and you prayed he wouldn’t notice your reddening eyes. You patted the chair he should sit in, and without saying a word he sat down and looked into the mirror.
It felt like time was on double speed. No matter how slow you tried to put on his makeup, there wasn’t enough time. Someone was stealing him away from you, and you could barely hold yourself together. He followed you with his dark brown eyes. Your cheeks were a bit flushed, so was the tip of your nose. You concentrated on applying his face makeup, you didn’t even notice his staring. Did you even know how crazy he was about you? How many times he had tried asking you out, but you haven’t gotten the hint.
Not being able to stay in silence with him you turned on the radio. It was a quiet song that started to play. A soft voice was singing, a guitar and piano harmonising. You patted with your fingertips concealer under his eyes. Carefully you lined his waterlines, applied a pinkish lip tint to his bottom lip. He looked so stunning.

You swallowed and took a step back looking at him. “I think I’m done”
He looked into the mirror and chuckled. “You’ve done it again y/n, thank you so much” he stood up from the chair and gave you a bow. “It’s my job…” you sighed. You turned away from him and found yourself cleaning brushes again, not being able to look him in the eyes. His beautiful dark brown eyes. Jimin appeared behind you and you gasped as you made eye contact in the mirror. He stood silently behind you, looking at your every move. He followed your eyes when they landed on him. “Wait, aish I’m sorry y/n I forgot to put my contacts in!” He exclaimed suddenly making you jump.
“Arh Jimin! They’re so hard getting in without messing up the makeup. Be careful, do you have the lenses with you?” You asked turning around facing him. He stood quite close to you, so close you could feel his breath tickling your face.
Jimin took up a small box from the back of his pants. You moved out of the way so he was closer to the mirror. He started slowly pulling his under eye down, making you bite your lip. There wasn’t enough time to re-do his eye makeup before the stage opened. Jimin held his breath as he brought the lens closer and closer to his eye. For a moment you thought he was going to get it in, but his reflexes got the better of him and he blinked last minute making the lens falling out and smudging the lower waterline. He tried again. His finger got closer and closer to his eye, but once again last minute he blinked.

He sighed hopelessly and looked down, positioning the lens again on the tip of his finger. “I’m usually better at this… I just can’t make myself relax” he mumbled quietly.
“Here,” You said pushing his chest down so he would sit in the makeup chair. “Let me try” you suggested as you placed the lens on top of your own finger. Jimin nodded and felt electricity run through him when your fingers touched. His heart beating a bit faster and looked at you with big eyes.
You held your breath as you pulled down his eye to make room for the contact lens. You felt Jimin doing the same.
Getting your finger closer and closer to his eye you thought for a moment you were gonna make it, but last minute the lens jumped off your finger and landed on his cheeks.
You both giggled as you swept the lens away. “I just have to get the right angle” you smiled. “Try standing on my other side” Jimin suggested. Standing on his right side was even harder and this time the lens didn’t even come close to his eye.
Jimin had to get his green contacts in, he had to.
“Oh well, third time is luck’s time,” Jimin said encouraging as you stood in front of him. You bend slightly down on your knees trying to get at eye level with him. This time the lens touched his eye but as soon as he blinked it came out again.

“This is going to sound awkward but what if you sat on me? I mean, only for a short time, and just so you could get the lens in. I didn’t mean anything by it just–”

“No let’s try it, you have to wear them” You interrupted his awkward rambling chuckling at his cuteness. He looked surprised for a moment, having his eyebrows raising. But nonetheless, he spread his thighs making room for you to sit on. Hesitating, you put a hand on his shoulder and placed yourself on his lap. Jimin’s hands moved up to your thighs slowly to make sure you kept your balance. You had never been this close to him before. Not while you were alone together. He looked into your eyes for a moment. Neither of you did anything but looking deeply into each other eyes. Your heart was beating faster. Still having a hand on his shoulder you moved it to open his eye. Then you brought the green lens closer, and closer until it touched his eyes and it sank into his iris changing his eye colour an instant. You both smiled relieved. “Finally” Jimin laughed looking at you. “One to go” You smiled back. You gripped the container on the desk behind you and took out the other lens. You took a deep breath and placed it on your finger. You leant closer to him. His hands that had been placed on the top of your thighs, moved up to your waist. You stopped breathing. Was he aware of where he was keeping his hands? or was it a coincidence?
Keeping your focus, you moved the lens closer to his eye and like the last one, it fitted into his iris perfectly.

You leant back slightly looking into his green eyes. Beautifull.
Jimin kept his hands at your waist, not wanting to let you go. He wanted nothing more than to have you on his lap with his arms around you for the rest of his days. You didn’t try move away either, just enjoying the movement.

Silence filled the room again, as you looked down on your hands nervously.
“Yeah?” you looked at him again. His body was warm against yours. He smelled cleaned, of new laundry and his perfume.
His light pink hair fitted him so perfect, his outfit was perfect and his voice was warming something deeply inside of you. That’s when you felt it. Something cold running slowly down your cheek. A tear. No. Many tears.
“Y/n, y/n hey - what’s wrong why are you crying? hey - come here” Jimin said worryingly as he pulled you into his chest. You sobbed into his chest uncontrollably. He held one hand around your waist, the other on at you shoulder holding you close.
“Jimin, why aren’t you nervous? How can you go on stage tonight?” You cried into him, shaking.

“Y/n, nothing is going to happen. You know this deeply inside. People write a lot on the internet - okay? Why do you worry about me?” He asked as he pulled you away slightly so he could look into your eyes. He wasn’t worth crying over, it could defiantly not be him you were crying over. “Because, I, I like you Jimin. And - I’m so scared something is going to happen to you” You sniffled trying to pull yourself together, failing miserably. Jimin couldn’t believe his own ears. Were you confessing to him?
“You like me?”
“YES! Jimin! I love you, and I know you will never love me. I would never forgive myself if I never confessed to you and you died”

Jimin placed quickly his hands on either side of your face and pulled your lips against his own. He kissed you with so much passion you stopped crying immediately. You kissed him back.

“I. love. you. too.” Jimin said in between kissing you. “I love you so much, you have no idea how much I love you,” He said resting his forehead against yours. He ran his hands up and down your thighs.
“Y/n, I promise you nothing is going to happen. I promise” He whispered. You nodded slightly. “I have to go, they’re starting up. I love you. Let me prove how much after the concert. Okay?” He said giving you a kiss. Once again you nodded as you stood up from his lap. He walked towards the door and opened it. But before he stepped out he kissed you on the lips, longer than the kiss before. And then he stepped out of the door, closing it behind him.

               This concert was gonna be 2 hours of living hell for you. 

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NCT Reactions: When he comes home to see you cried yourself to sleep

Request: Will you do a NCT reaction to coming home late to find their gf had such a bad day that she wanted to cry to them, but instead cried herself to sleep, hugging their pillow? 💕

A/N: Thank you for the request! This was so fun to write!! (Although it made me sad bc I’m not dating an NCT member lol) Also I know there’s a lot of uncertainty with Hansol, but I’m going to include him mostly because I don’t want to face reality :’((

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Taeil: Taeil would be so worried about you, seeing your tear-stained cheeks after he entered the bedroom. He would immediately rush over to you, only to hesitate, remembering that you probably need your rest. He would promise to apologize repeatedly to you in the morning and wouldn’t be able to get much sleep considering how his girlfriend felt.

Originally posted by y-ta

Johnny: He would feel so awful that he wasn’t there for you when you needed him most, he would legit start crying, accidentally waking you up in the process. Somehow you end up being the comforter in this situation, holding him and reassuring him that you don’t blame him at all. This of course wouldn’t be enough for him so he would promise a whole day dedicated to you tomorrow.

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

Hansol: Hansol would be so confused at first, not understanding why you were crying by yourself. He would immediately wake you up to ask what’s wrong, only then realizing his mistake. After realizing that he left you with no one in your time of need, he would hold you and sing to you until you fell back asleep.

Originally posted by dxngsichxng

Kun: He would know exactly what’s wrong, seeing the missed calls on his phone on the way home. He would decide to just let you sleep and would make you a MASSIVE breakfast the next morning. One you kissed him on the cheek as thanks, he would know that all is forgiven.

Originally posted by nct127

Taeyong: He knows you so well that he knew you would be upset when he got home from practice, so he would arrive with flowers and chocolates already in hand. Just hearing him come through the door would be so comforting because you knew there were no need for words. He would just lay the gifts down, climb into bed, and take you in his arms, whispering to you how much he loves you.

Originally posted by trainingpanda

Doyoung: I think he would try to put up a front for a bit, pretending it didn’t get to him seeing you curled up with his pillow with tear trails down your cheeks, but as soon as you stir a bit and sit up to look at him with those big puppy eyes, he loses it. I mean, he’d literally get on his knees with your hands in his as he begs for forgiveness. Little does he know, just seeing him was enough for you.

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

Ten: He would, of course, feel terrible about not being there for you. He would be at a loss at first seeing you like that, but he would then decide to make it his mission to make you the happiest girl in the world in that moment because you didn’t deserve to ever be sad. He would wake you up and tickle you/make bad jokes/pout like a puppy/etc. until you’re smiling so much you can’t even remember what it’s like to be sad.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Jaehyun: This softie would be a lot like Johnny because it would be absolutely devastating to him that you ever felt like this to begin with. But instead of breaking down, he would go out to buy you a ton of your favorite foods and plushies of your favorite cartoon characters, no matter how late it is. He would start cooking before you woke up the next day so you would be treated to all of his surprises as soon as you got out of bed.

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

Yuta: AWWWW ok Yuta would be so loving because skinship is his middle name tbh. He would drop everything as soon as he saw you and take you into his arms, kissing you before you even had a chance to wake up. Of course, knowing Yuta, that would lead to other things like makeup sex (what who said that not me)

Originally posted by the95s

WinWin: SIcheng would be at a complete loss at what to do when he saw you like that. He wouldn’t want you to be tired tomorrow so he would let you sleep, but he would toss and turn until morning when he could apologize to you.

Originally posted by nakamotens

Mark: This big ol softie would know he screwed up right away and do something ridiculously kdrama-esque like write you a super long apology letter while you slept, tape it closed with a heart shaped sticker, prop it up on your bedside table, and then crawl into bed next to you and caress your cheek while you slept as a silent apology.

Originally posted by neotechs

Haechan: Donghyuck would see you asleep on the couch, curled up with his pillow, and immediately go into ultimate bf mode. Not only would he carry you to bed, but he would also sing you a lullaby after apologizing to you. After you drifted off, he’d place a soft kiss on your cheek and lay back down next to you for the rest of the night.

Originally posted by haecha

Renjun: Renjun would be so upset after seeing you like that, it’d probably make him upset at himself like Johnny, but instead of crying, he would get super mad. You’d wake up to see him sitting in the rocking chair across from you with his eyes closed, rubbing his temples in frustration. Once he saw you wake up, he’d apologize and promise you that he would never let it happen again.

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

Jeno: After seeing you all alone, he’d run over to the kitchen and slave over your favorite homemade dishes for hours. You’d wake up to see his smiling face next to several plates of delicious food, one of them spelling out “sorry” in noodles.

Originally posted by kunxxxsol

(I legit could NOT find a relatively sad gif of Chenle. He smiles too much. Someone come collect this kid.)

Chenle: This little rascal would act a lot like Ten, just wanting to see you smile again. He’d wake you up with his signature aegyo and wouldn’t stop until you’re both cackling, including his dolphin scream of a laugh.

Originally posted by jaehyunsleatherpants

Jaemin: He’d be so worried about your health that he’d just let you sleep, but he’d hate the idea of you being so sad when he wasn’t there to help. He’d promise himself that he’d stay home all day tomorrow to have a cartoon marathon with you just to cheer you up.

Originally posted by haechannie

Jisung: Jisung would be a startled by how upset you appeared, a little confused as to what was wrong. Once he woke you up to ask and you began crying, he’d immediately hold you close, sharing a quiet moment before he apologized.


Dating Kol Mikaelson would include…
* Him risking his life for you.
* Lots of sex.
* All the time.
* Everywhere.
* Bickering with him.
* Him kissing you from behind.
* Him being very protective of you.
* Being his weakness.
* Partners in crime.
* Being each other’s best friends.
* Telling each other everything.
* Stealing his tops and wearing them around the house.
* Him pretending to be annoyed, but secretly loving it.
* Cuddling up to each other in bed.
* Forehead kisses.
* Getting butterflies when your eyes catch across the room, even though you’ve been dating for years.
* Because he still manages to make your heart race.
* Loud, angry fights, that lead to hot makeup sex.
* Always being terrified that you’re going to lose him again.

Jax Request,

Hi can I request a jax imagine where his wife had a baby and has a new curvier shape with hips thick thighs that she loves but he hates cuz guys are giving her more attention they fight which leads to makeup sex after he embarrasses her

tw: smut, nsfw

Baby Mama

I approached the TM, baby carrier seat on my hand and a bag of muffins in the other. I first went through Gemma’s office to comply my mission of being here, Gemma wanted to have some time with her grandchild and I couldn’t deny how excited I was of spending some time off with my old man. I hadn’t finished opening the door when Gemma was already hovering over the two months old, he was babbling at the sight of his grandmother and I was smiling at the view of my beautiful baby looking so happy.

“How are you Thomas?” she said to the baby, holding him close to her chest and smiling big at him “And how’s the mama? You haven’t been here in a while” she said and I nodded.

“I’ve been crazy busy with the new house and getting Abel adjusted to the kinder garden” I said with a low voice and she nodded.

“Your body is looking amazing, mama.” She said and I laughed a bit, I loved the after birth figure but I didn’t think my old man appreciated it as much, at the end roughly three times in the last couple months we have had intimacy and I was craving for this day for ourselves “At what time do I have to pick up Abel?” she said taking me off my trance.

“Oh… 3.” I said and she looked at me with a knowing look “It’s nothing I swear” I said before hearing the roar of the Harley’s engines “I’ll pick him up at 8” I said while she smirked at me.

“I’ll take him to school tomorrow, don’t worry mama” she said and I just left the office to meet up with my old man.

I approached the guys and immediately put my hand around Jax’s body, he looked at me with a smile and kissed me softly in the lips. I could feel the guys looking at us and I separated from Jax to give them a clueless look, Jax tensed next to me before sending a glare to his brother and they all dispersed quickly. We both got inside the TM and I approached the guys, Jax following me close behind.

“I made muffins” I said and the guys cheered, if there was something I was great at cooking were my berry and chocolate muffins.

“This is so good lass” said Chibs before kissing me in the cheek, leaving some crumbs on me that Jax quickly took care off. Once again the weird glances just this time accompanied by a bunch on crumbs around their mouths, Jax gave them all a glare once again.

“Can y’all seriously stop” said Jax getting angrier.

“We are sorry, pres. We can’t exactly help it.” said Tig and I looked at Jax who went to poured himself a drink at the bar.

“What’s going on?” I said and they all guarded silence even Jax who had already his hands on a whisky bottle.

“Don’t act all clueless about it, sunshine. You know what you’re doing when you get out of the house dressed like that.” He said and I felt my blood boiling, I was wearing some jeans and a loose blue tank top, nothing revealing but even if I was he didn’t have the right to speak at me that way. I looked at all of them and nodded at Jackson before storming off the TM.

I got home in no time, and poured myself a glass of water to try and calm myself down. I heard the familiar sound of Jackson’s motorcycle arriving at the house and I expected him to come to the kitchen in no time but he took his time probably collecting his idiotic thoughts. I heard the door open and I knew he could see me from his spot on the living room, it wasn’t long before I felt his presence embracing me but I took a few steps further away from him.

“Darlin’” he said taking a step to get to me, he gently pulled my arm to make me look at him but I just moved my head to the side “I’m sorry, YN” he said but I still was still tensing at his touch. “I didn’t mean that”

“You talked to me like if I dressed like one of the CaraCara girls.” I said lowering my head but he moved it to make me look at him.

“I’m a jealous prick, darlin’. I’m sorry” he said and I nodded slowly, lowering my guard.

“You have nothing to be jealous about, Jax. You won’t even touch me why would anyone else do it?” I said in a whisper and I saw him lose his breath, he put his hand next to my head putting our foreheads together.

“Why would you even think that, baby? I love you so much, I love you so much I’m afraid of losing you” he said before kissing me softly, tears threating to spill from my eyes. “I’ve been distant but it’s not because of you, the club is going through some shit and I’m scared of losing you or Abel or Thomas.” He said “And now I have to add the fact that in any minute my own brothers will try to make a move on my beautiful wife”

“They’re your brothers, Jackson. They love you and respect you, plus it’s been already two years since the first time they met me and they haven’t made a move since that first night” I said and he smiled nodding at me.

“But now they see the wonders the pregnancy did to your body” he said before grabbing my lower half, lifting me to put me over the counter to start kissing my collarbone “Knocking you up seriously was a blessing” he said and I laughed “Giving me a beautiful baby and all this” he said grabbing my ass on his hands. He quickly took my pants off, kneeling in front of me before start kissing my inner thighs. “So beautiful” he said taking my panties off, he started kissing closer and closer before looking up to me smirking. I was in heaven right that moment.

“Oh, Jax” I said when I felt my orgasm built up.

“Let go for me baby girl” he said going even faster in between my thighs while I kept my hand buried in his blonde hair. “Let go baby” he said before licking me through my orgasm. I was panting heavily when I heard his buckle fall to the ground followed by his blue jeans that smirk still on his face, he pushed my legs open one more time and put himself in between them before sliding quickly into me, thrusting into me. “Oh fuck, babe” he said biting on my neck before burying his head in the curve of my neck before he came and I followed him closely after.

I took a few minutes to compose myself and reached out to grab my shirt and my underwear. “Done so fast?” he said and I raised my eyebrows at him “I thought I needed to make it up for all the time I was an asshole to my old lady” he said and I smiled at him.

“I wished baby but I have to pick up the kids from your mother’s” I said, he hummed before looking for his phone in his pants.

“Mama” he said biting his lips looking at me “Can you take care of the kids for tonight?” he said and I smiled at him “Thank you mama, love ya” he said and I crossed my arms at him “C’mon Mrs. Teller, you are in for the night of your life.”

Tyler Seguin #11

Requested by Anon:  I was wondering if I could have a Tyler Seguin imagine where Y/N and him get into a fight and its there first fight and Y/N leaves and he doesn’t know and he gets scared and when he finds her he’s like crying and is all fluffy. Sorry if this doesn’t make sense

*Hiii! I hope you like this one. Enjoy!! ALSO IT’S THE BIRTHDAY OF THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. <3*

Word count: 1, 085

Originally posted by brosillustrated

The scene from this morning played on your head like a bad DVD on repeat. You can’t remember everything but you can hear the yelling, you can hear the accusatory tone of your voice and you can hear the frustrated tone of his. Somehow, at the back of your mind, you wish that the saying is true: massive fights lead to massive makeup sex or whatever because if this is how your first fight with Tyler Seguin went, you’re in for a good ride.

Someone grabbed your hand and pulled it out of your mouth. You looked up to see your best friend holding a mug of hot chocolate. She placed it on the table in front of you before staring at you again, “stop biting your nails, it’s a bad habit.”

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All Made Up | Richie Tozier Imagine

Author’s Note: This is my first attempt at writing for this fandom and this character, my apologies if any characters aren’t portrayed correctly due to my inexperience with the material at hand. xx

Summary: Unnamed lead asks to put makeup on their boyish boyfriend, fluff ensues after he gives the green light | Modern!AU, Self-Insert, Non-Gender Specific Reader, light hints of LGBT!Richie

Word Count: 1980

Richie Tozier understood many things. He knew the intricacies of high level algebra, how to jam the vending machine at school until it began to give sweets to his peers like a kind parent on Halloween, and what combinations of buttons that unlocked the special features on every game within his extensive collection.

He was familiar with how your hand felt in his and the smoothness against his palm. He knew (and adored) how your eyes shined for him at every pun, joke and innuendo he made; even when you complained that they weren’t funny.

But one thing left Tozier lost, yet fascinated.

Something about the way you and so many others could create something so pristine with a brush and some powder was amazing to him. He’d never admitted it, but whenever he heard Henry Bowers complain that girls who wore make up were ‘falsely advertising’, he wanted to hit the kid for not appreciating the efforts and motives behind the art. And he genuinely saw at is art, but using your skin as a canvas rather than the corner of your textbook.

It wasn’t a surprise to either of you Richie had gotten into the habit of meeting you an hour or so before you two had plans just to sit and watch. When it first became a habit you originally found slightly creepy since you didn’t enjoy being watched silently, even if it was by your boyfriend of a few months. But after concluding it wasn’t hurting or disturbing you, you stopped minding the curly haired boy to you left sitting intently with his mouth slightly agape.

But what was a surprise to you and even himself, was when he spoke up in the middle of what would later be known as a “Pre-Date Date”.

“Can I wear some?”

The four words that were hardly spoken at a loud volume managed to startle you when they broke the silence, your arm jolting no more than an inch, but enough to smear some mascara across your browbone.

After licking your finger and rubbing at the stain until it began to fade, you turned to the inquisitive boy with a look of confusion across both your faces. Despite his question sounding calm, he’d pulled his bottom lip into his teeth and tapped his foot, both of which were subtle cues you’d picked up on during your friendship turned relationship that indicated his nervousness.

The moment you gave him a nod of approval he allowed his lip to spring back into place in the form of a cheesy grin that expelled so much joy. As you removed the self-inflicted mistake from your brow bone with a makeup wipe, Richie slid is chair beside yours until your knees were touching. He leant his head on your shoulder, you would have found distracting if the sight of you two in the mirror wasn’t an adorable memory you wished your eyes could screenshot.

“Can you do me?” He meets your eyes in the reflection and pouts slightly. You choke down the sexual rebuttal that bubbles in your throat, knowing that it wasn’t appropriate during this moment between you two for once. “’course, although after all the time you’ve spent watching I thought you’d be a professional.”

Your words cause him to chuckle lightly before sitting up straight and turning his body to face your side. You distinctly notice the warmth left on your shoulder from his cheek, the feeling alone keeping the smile strung across your lips.

Turning towards him you brush the sweat from your palms onto your jeans before cupping his jaw and tilting his face towards you. He looks up from his hands resting in his lap to look right into your eyes in surprise. You squint as you study confused coffee coloured eyes for a long moment. His freckled cheeks warm quickly under your thumbs, biting your lips as the realisation he’s just as affected by your touch as you are his.

“Maroon.” You say suddenly and simply, nodding to yourself like the colour answered every question Richie had currently. But it didn’t, which you soon realised when his baffled expression didn’t falter when you returned to your attention to your desk.

The desk in question would appear to be a disorganised mess of pallets, pens, empty containers and water bottles that needed refilling. But to you it was perfectly functional the way it was so you saw no need to change, along with the fact every time you cleaned it the desk returned to its littered state within days.

Your eyes scan across the products in search of what you’ll need to please not only your creative eye, but your boyfriends’ wishes as well. You can feel said boyfriends’ eyes burning into the side of your face as your hands quickly fill with the small bottles and containers. Your forearm is used as a makeshift bulldozer to free a space directly in front of the two of you.

“I’d normally start with foundation, but I don’t wanna use the sixty-dollar product on a face that won’t even match your shade.” You give him a slightly sympathetic look but he doesn’t appear affected by what he’ll be getting. “Instead, I’m gonna start you off with some lipstick.” You twist of the cap of the first container and grab the necessary brush as you explain its use.

He’s nodding his head slightly as he listens to what you’re saying, you haven’t seen him so invested in learning since he got an attractive young substitute teacher for English. And you can tell that while he’s taking in the information, he’s still the same thirteen-year-old boy when he asks you what it tastes like.

When he responds to your reply of “not very good” with a pout, you quickly tell him to hold still. With one hand resting under his chin, you dip the bristles into the product and begin applying it to his pink lips.

You don’t feel the need to talk to him during the application, aside from the obvious reason that he couldn’t respond verbally. You didn’t want to distract yourself from your soon to be masterpiece.

You used your proximity to appreciate Richie’s features and consider how they would complement your endless collection of cosmetics. His lips appeared to be in a constant pout, which you knew would look good with bold lipsticks much like the one you were applying now.

Noting his cheekbones that were slowly defining themselves with each year, you considered how mature his face would look with even light contour. Mentally crossing your fingers, you hoped his first expedition into the world of make-up was positive so he would want to continue.

His eyes appeared crossed as he tried to look down as his mouth to see what you were doing. You manage to catch his eye as he glances towards the mirror, you assure him that it’ll look good but if it doesn’t he can wipe it off easy enough. You focus slightly on the way his lip bounces back into place with each swipe of the brush in a way you find simultaneously cute and kissable.

Leaning back, you rest your chin on your fingers as you look at the boy across from you. He isn’t smiling, but his eyes are sparkling with a nervous-excitement you feel proud you caused. He inquires if he can have some more done, refusing to see his reflection when you offer after claiming he doesn’t want to see himself until he’s finished.

The event you two had planned for later that evening is in the back of your mind as you end up spending an hour giving into Richies’ desires. Lipstick turns into highlight, mascara into false lashes before you begin chewing at your nails in irritation. He wasn’t looking the way you wanted, but you couldn’t pinpoint what wasn’t sealing the deal.

His lips part but before he can even ask you’ve already pushed your anxiety to the side and are giving him a nod of approval. Reaching over he tilts the mirror to face himself and the room is quiet. But unlike the silence that had previously given you comfort, the quiet allows your mind to spiral down into every possible bad scenario this moment can turn into.

“I… wow…” Richie Tozier is speechless, and you bite your cheek in anticipation as you wait to discover if it’s a positive or a negative. Suddenly his cheeks raise and pearly whites are shown and you recognize the grin that signifies either joy or mischief. You realise what his look was missing, a smile.

“I fucking, love it!” He leans into the mirror to study his appearance with his mouth gaping in awe, reaching over and putting his glasses on to see clearer. You let out a sigh of relief and give yourself a pat on the back for succeeding. He leans back from the mirror with a sigh, and you comfortably lean your head on his shoulder in a similar fashion to him a mere hour ago.

You both just look at each other for a few long moments. Richie ponders briefly over what would happen if his friends saw him and the jokes they would make, but he brushes them off and instead wraps an arm around your shoulder and breaths out a thank you.

“Why maroon?” He asks before rolling his lips against each other repeatedly.

“Dunno, just matches your eyes.” You shrug and close your eyes for a moment, the feeling of comfort you get as he holds you making you drowsy despite the fact it’s barely nine pm.

The pristine moment is broken by your phone notifying you of a call, the pop song you know regret making your ringtone echoing around the room until you messily reach over and answer it before even reading who’s calling you.

“Yeah?” You go to rub the sleep out of your eyes but stop yourself at the last moment when you remember the eye shadow you’ve previously applied.

“Unless Richie managed to convince you to sleep with him at thirteen, I am really curious to hear why you two aren’t here right now.” Mike’s voice comes through the phone, rightfully annoyed when you remember you’d promised to meet the group for a bonfire by the quarry an hour ago.

“Uh, I just…” You look over at Richie who’s busy stretching his face into odd positions to see how the make-up moves, breaking into a lovesick smile. “Lost track of time, underestimated how long this movie was.”

Mike doesn’t push any further and instead tells you to hurry before they start the fire without his ‘two favourite loser-lovebirds’. Slipping your phone into your pocket you get Richie’s attention.

“We gotta get going, the make-up wipes are in the packet. ” You gesture quickly before standing and going to your closet to grab a hoodie. After you’ve slipped the garment over your top you turn to your boyfriend hesitate before grabbing the packet. After slipping your feet into some worn vans that are slippers at this point before turning back to your boyfriend who’s shrugging a denim jacket over his shoulders.

It takes you a moment to realise he’s cleaned off all the make-up aside from the matte lipstick. Before you can even question him he’s wrapped his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

“I wanna keep the lipstick, show off how good my girl can make me look.” He explains while pressing his palms into your back. Biting back a grin you feel a sense of pride wash over you. “You always look good, I didn’t make that happen.” You disagree with a laugh.

“Then you made me feel happy, and good about myself.” He beams, slipping his fingers into yours and you can feel sparks spiral up your veins straight to your heart.


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Makeup help (Jun)

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he wants you to help him with his makeup

  • “Y/N, could you help me with my makeup?”
  • you quirk your eyebrow at the question
  • not because it’d be weird or anything, but because usually either one of the stylists or he himself would be doing it, because in most cases the makeup was for a photoshoot or some other activity
  • “Why?”
  • Jun gets a mischievous grin to his face
  • “I figured it’d be nice.”
  • and because you really don’t mind and actually do want to know what it would be like - especially considering you’d let him do your makeup once or twice in the past - you get up from where you’ve been
  • he leads you to where his makeup is, that being by a desk in the room he shares with some other members, that also has a mirror by it
  • it’s your first time seeing his collection and you can’t help but gawk
  • “You’re… really prepared.”
  • Jun snickers and gets an arm around your shoulders as he nods
  • it’s obvious that he’s proud of his collection and it’s just as obvious just how impressed you are by it
  • “So, I can do the base, but I need your help with my eyes in particular.”
  • you nod with a grin and follow him closer to the desk, where he puts on some moisturizer, followed by foundation
  • while he lets it dry, you grin and look at how carefully he had made sure there was no empty spot and that the liquid was spread equally on his face
  • honestly you’re glad to see the shade is much closer to his actual skin tone than you’ve seen in the past
  • “But why do you need help with your eyes? A weak spot or something?”
  • as much as Jun doesn’t want to admit his weaknesses, he nods a bit abashedly, smiling a litlte
  • “Something like that, and I genuinely think you do a better job at it than I do.”
  • and when you think about the times he’s done your makeup for fun, you realize he never put any eye makeup on you
  • the second time you did ask him to, however, and got some mild eyeshadow that was put on very simply
  • but yes so Jun then puts on some powder, too, and turns to you after making sure he liked what he saw on the mirror
  • “Does this look good to you?”
  • you kinda want to combust on the inside because he always looks so damn good
  • so you get closer to him and grin while getting a hand to the back of his neck
  • “It looks alright.”
  • and while he looks mock shocked you lean in to kiss him
  • because you had to
  • and it’s s o difficult to pull away but you do it soon anyway
  • you try to hide how badly his kiss took your breath away and focus on his makeup bag instead, going through it to find what all he’s got in it
  • eventually you get a small eyeshadow palette and his favorite eyeliner
  • you wouldn’t have realized it if Jun hadn’t gone “Not that one” at every other eyeliner you picked up but anyway
  • but so you proceed to put some eye makeup on him and it amuses you how his lips spread into a smile that widens little by little
  • “Something funny?”
  • he almost shakes his head but remembers what you’re doing right on time
  • so he just hums while you let the soft makeup brush glide on his right eyelid
  • “Nah, just that this feels as nice as I thought it would.”
  • you raise your eyebrows and chuckle softly while changing to a darker shade to create some smokey eye for him
  • “You’ve thought about this?”
  • Jun hums again and tells that he feels a new sense of closeness when there’s makeup involved, and hurries to add that it’s in a much different way than with stylists
  • you smile widely while finishing up the shadows and picking up the eyeliner
  • “I can’t disagree. It’s… new to see you like this and touch you like this, too,” you mumble, having spent a fair amount of time touching Jun’s face lightly by then
  • and boy has it been nice under your fingers
  • he snickers and you shush him while laughing, saying his eyeliner will end up funky if he doesn’t stay still
  • you finish the makeup while Jun tells you the cheesiest things and teases you about how weak you are for him
  • you tease him about the same thing, and he has no defense
  • soon you put the eyeliner away and look at Jun, who still has his eyes still closed, adoringly
  • “You’re done!”
  • you regret at least half of your life decisions when he opens his eyes, his gaze surprisingly sultry with the top notch eyeliner and smokey eye
  • and it really doesn’t help that he keeps his eyelids low, purposefully making himself look even sexier than he already did
  • “How do I look?”
  • so you just point at the mirror so that you don’t have to give away just how gone your voice is, and as soon as he sees himself, the widest smirk gets up to his face
  • "Well look at that, what a handsome guy.”
  • you snort but agree eagerly
  • afterwards you get to take a few pics of him, and he also insists on taking some couple photos with you
  • you’re both so happy with how it all went and turned out that you get to do his makeup in the future too and he encourages you to experiment
  • so you do, and one day the result isn’t just for photos
  • because he knows how badly you wanted him the first time, and being the boyfriend he is, he wants to give you exactly what you want, while looking sexier than ever

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Harry Hook (Gil’s bf) headcanons!!!

•middle child (canon) syndrome
•takes orders very well but can lead when necessary
•started wearing makeup to draw attention to himself
•used to practice sword fighting w/ his siblings
•was a vry quiet child now all he does is talk
•likes the dark
•spends all of his time w/ Uma or gil or both
•ripped the sleeves off of at least three of his jackets
•bad at pranks good at just being a jerk
•don’t let him smile you’ll fall for him
•won’t admit it but enjoys children
•tried to grow his hair like his dad but he hated it and chopped it before it even got to his shoulders
•knew about cj escaping to auradon and said if she went soft he’d never speak to her again
•heights are a no no unless he’s on a ship then it’s fine
•his hook is his comfort item and will Not Be Okay without it

some really great things this one boy from my theatre troupe has done

1. Once his costume (for a fantasy creature) involved a metallic gold suit & cape, and he was told he could do whatever he wanted with makeup, so he had his best friend (let’s call her Naomi) give him this huge Lady Gaga-esque swooping eyeshadow and sprinkle his face with glitter.

2. Also involving makeup, once our makeup girl just disappeared for like 15 minutes without telling anyone where she was going, so this boy (let’s call him David) stepped in and did all the leads’ makeup perfectly.

3. Once Naomi gave him a box of glitter and he ran around the greenroom sprinkling it all over everybody.

4. My friend wore her Harley Quinn crop top to a dress rehearsal, and David demanded to try it on while she was in costume. (She didn’t let him.)

5. He started a full-company singalong of Good Morning Baltimore.

6. He wore rainbow fishnet gloves to rehearsal, and proceeded to sit on each person’s lap and tell them what he thought were the best things about them.

7. He enters every rehearsal by striding in the door and either doing a heel click or a high kick.

We just love him.

anonymous asked:

alright get up here with Taron (I'm not sure if you do actors but it would be lovely if you did :) x

[Hi! I’ve been sitting on this for awhile… and I apologize for that!!! I know I’ve made posts/comments on how I don’t really write for celebrities… and I really don’t lol, but I have said that I would be open to making exceptions… so here I am lol, making an exception XD 

It’s pretty short and quick though, and I really don’t know Taron as a person so it’s a little harder/awkward for me to write for/as him… where as Eggsy I super connect with and feel like I know him so well SO ITS SO EASY TO BE EGGSY!!!! But… anyway off topic lol. This is pretty fluffy and Colin makes an appearance hahah. Hope you like it my kind sweet and patient anon! <3<3 :)

Pairing: Taron Egerton x Reader 

Warnings: mild cursing.

About: You’re a makeup artist on the set of Kingsman 2!!! Why? Because idk. I can :P ]

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how amazing Taron was. It was one thing to see him on the big screen acting cheeky as fuck as Eggsy, but another to witness it first hand. Not only was he charming as all hell, but had a smile that lit up the room, with eyes even brighter than that… and to top it off he had a killer personally, and his terrible jokes never failed to make you laugh. 

Which to be clear only made your crush worse. A whole lot worse… 

It was normal to have a tiny crush on some random celebrity you’d never meet– it was even to be expected, and had you known a few months ago that you’d be working alongside yours, you may have tried to mentally prepare yourself… But could you really prepare yourself for something like this? 

The answer was no, you really couldn’t.

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