the turtle obsession isn't just cute characterization. Turtles retreat into their shells when they feel threatened and carry their homes with them bc they never know if they will truly fit at any place 🫠🥹
tried to draw an npc for a d&d campaign in making. logged onto tumblr dot com for my daily dose of mystery content. realized i accidentally drew gender bent Mystery. this fandom has taken over my brain
could i perchance request my beautiful wives (Mira, Zoey and Mystery) who likes playing video games, specifically farming sims? i am a BIG Stardew Valley fan, and i force all my friends to play it with me (send help i have 100+ hours of the game played). i feel like Mira would enjoy mining while Zoey would enjoy foraging as well as gaining hearts w all the NPCs. plus!! in co-op you can marry the other person you’re playing with 👀
tysm <33
LOVE GROWS (WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES)
𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : mira, zoey, mystery
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : playing stardew valley with their farming sim obsessed s/o
𝐚/𝐧 : sorry i’ve been letting requests marinate for a lil bit guys. it’s been forever since i played stardew valley. i think last time i played was 2-3 years ago? anyway, i love this idea! please enjoy. :)
𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀
One factor you and your girlfriend loved in particular about Stardew was mining; finding gems and other valuable items was thrilling, but there was something about it that made you enjoy it even more. You loved monster slaying.
Many of the other games you played included monster slaying, like Dark Souls and The Witcher, but when you needed to wind down you liked to play a bit of Stardew Valley. Farming simulators were your favorite, while Mira always liked more intense games; hence why you both liked to play it. Certain people like certain aspects more than others, but who cares?
As your girlfriend grabbed a picaxe, you grabbed your sword. “We need to check our daily luck.” She advised, or more like stated. It was a no-brainer when it came to a good mining trip.
“On it.”
Quickly, you ran to your tv to put on the correct channel. Patiently, you waited for the dialogue to appear, sitting on the edge of your seat in anticipation. Then, finally. “Fortune teller says it’s good fortune today!” You cheered, immediately running out of your home and towards the mines.
“Perfect, let’s kick these monsters butts and get our loot!”
“Yeah!” You shouted as you threw a fist into the air, feeling pumped up by the energy your girlfriend was giving you. Her eyes widened, then her lips curled into a smirk. “Yeah!”
Then it became a game of who could scream louder and more excited:
“YEAH!”
“YEAHHHHH!!””
“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Can you guys please quiet down?”
“Sorry, Bobby!”
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𝐙𝐎𝐄𝐘
A heavy sigh was released from you as you gripped the joycons of your Switch, anxious for the future before you. This meant all or nothing, one would fall and one would rise. In your inventory were the right materials; goat cheese for your beloved sculptor, and crab cakes for your beloved writer. They were staring you right in your face, mocking you.
Now, one might say “Romance them both!”, why would you do that? Are you going to cheat on them at the same time? You’re going to have a love affair with both of them and then eventually break their hearts because it’s inevitable that you will get caught? Wow. Wow we wow.
While you could date more than one person in this game without consequence, the idea of actually doing it made the both of you feel awful. So, you decided you could only pick one. Finally, you spoke. “We must make a decision.”
“I agree.” Her voice wavered, just a bit. Enough for you to tell this was going to be harder than any other decision you’ve ever made.
For a beat, nothing was said. The weight of guilt rested upon your shoulders, dragging you and your girlfriend down along with it. It pained your soul, it felt like you were dying. “Leah or Elliot?” You whispered, staring intently at the amount of hearts each npc had.
Both had 9 hearts, each only needed one more interaction to bring it up to 10.
Zoey broke.
She laid her head on your shoulder, hiding the pained expression on her face. “I feel so guilty though, they’re both such good options!” She whined as she lightly punched you on the shoulder.
“Me too, but your Switch is dead right now so we have no other choice.” Breaking the news was heart wrenching, but it was the truth.
Abruptly, she grabbed both of your shoulders and began shaking you back and forth. “I can’t, [Name]! It’ll tear me apart!”
“I know, honey, I know,” a light grip was then given to both of her hands by your own. “We must get through this hardship; together.”
Her hand tightened around yours, a fierce look now in her eyes. “Right.”
This was it. You could do this.
The both of you go back and forth on who to pick for 3 more hours before taking a break and falling asleep on each other.
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𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘
“Okay, we have the recipe. Now it’s time to craft the ring!”
Finally, after hours of going through the mines of Skull Cavern, you finally got it; the prismatic shard. The final item you needed to craft the ring required to propose in the game. This was the moment you had been waiting for. “Do we have what we need?” You asked, leaning over his shoulder to look at his screen.
“We should, we spent a lot of time mining yesterday,” He muttered, looking for the crafting recipe. You quickly responded. “Okay, let me check my inventory.”
“5 iridium bars and 1 prismatic shard?”
“Yes, perfect!”
“This is about to be the cutest wedding ever!” You cheered, throwing a fist in the air. Triumphant, it felt almost as good as winning a game of Monopoly.
You were adorable.
As you prepared to craft the ring, there was a silence that fell between you. Then, “I would prefer it if it was real.” He mumbled, playing with the ends of his arm warmers.
Slowly, you put your Switch down to look at him. A faint blush could be seen underneath his silver locks, threatening to get brighter. “That is the cutest thing you’ve ever said.” You whispered, then you pressed a kiss to his nose. “I love you so much.”
@𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲 °❀.ೃ࿔ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
today i present to you my Roblox avatar. she’s two apples tall (half the size of a normal avatar) and i feel like Mystery would either have an avatar like this or have a super ‘edgy’ 2016 one </3
honestly yes,
baby would probably have an edgy 2016 one too tbh 😭
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : your parents recently told you that they were getting a divorce, and you aren’t sure how to feel about it. the feeling eats at you until your girlfriend confronts you about it.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : mentions of divorce, lots of crying, hugs, and kisses (comfort to the max), reader has trouble speaking when upset
𝐚/𝐧 : i’ve been struggling with this situation lately so i decided to write my feelings out. i cried while writing this, and it helped. i hope that this finds people who are struggling too and offers them comfort, you are not alone.
Divorce.
A short word, yet a strong one. It cuts deep, piercing your heart. To you, it wasn’t a word that you would use to describe your parents relationship, at least not before this. But, you wouldn’t call them happy. When you were younger, arguing between them was not common, at least not to the first glimpse of the eye. Your childhood was happy, you loved your family and they loved you in return, with everything they had. If they were only able to save one spot in their heart for someone, you would be the one sitting with them.
A silent promise was made; you would never be alone, there would always be a roof over your head, and there would always be food on the table.
So, why did you feel so lonely?
Your older sister and older brother didn’t seem as upset as you did over the situation, perhaps because they were wiser than you. They had known for much longer of the truth behind why your parents had decided this was the best decision for them; the lies, the truth, the history. You knew from your early teens what they were truly like, your brother never liked to keep secrets from you. But, the feeling churning within you was like a hurricane; building quickly yet calming as soon as it started. It was difficult to stay angry, especially with your family.
Your loved ones knew this, and they quickly assured that this would be no different. They would be at the phone answering your call if you wanted to talk about it, and stay by your side if you needed to cry. When the words that they were separating were uttered, there bore no expression on your face. Maybe it was because you had known this was going to happen eventually. Maybe it was because you knew this was right for both of them. Maybe it was because you understood they weren’t going to be hurting each other any longer, that they were free to do as they dreamed.
It may have been wrong, but a part of you was more upset about moving away from your home.
The house you had lived in since you entered this world had many fond memories; making colorful pancakes with whatever miscellaneous food dye you had in your baking box, watching your older brother play video games on your crappy couch as you sat next to him and snacked on your cereal, sitting with your sister as she applied her makeup to go out to dinner with your family. The wallpaper torn off the walls from playing too rough, the indents in the carpet from your toy box that had been gone for several years, and the room you used to play dress up in everyday would be gone.
It wouldn’t be your home anymore, it would be someone else’s.
But, maybe you had been holding onto the past too tightly. A fear had always been lurking inside you, one that was just waiting to burst out and jump at you with its fangs bared. You were afraid of growing up, but it was something that you had to do. No matter what you do, you can’t stop time from ticking forward. You knew that, yet you were still afraid. That fear wasn’t because of age. It was because you were afraid of growing apart from the people you loved most. Those memories were simple, mundane, but they held a special place in your heart. You were all together during those days, and now you were falling apart.
Maybe that was the curse of being the youngest.
These feelings were beginning to weigh deeper and deeper onto your shoulders, though, no one could see it. You liked to keep people smiling, even though darkness was beginning to creep on you. Worrying others was the last thing you wanted to do, you didn’t want others' pain to be because of you. That is why you liked to keep silent until it became too much to handle, causing you to lash out without meaning to do so.
You didn’t like to bottle it up, but it was only action you were confident with taking.
Your siblings had noticed it, your parents had noticed it, but most of all; Zoey had noticed it.
She was one of the first people you told about your new situation, and she was extremely sympathetic. Tears were shed for you before you could even manage to form your own, that was just the type of person she was. Generous, empathetic, caring, and brave. She was braver than you, that’s for certain. The girl was able to conquer her insecurities and hardships, while you had just begun to climb that mountain.
The journey was going slow, too slow. You wanted it to go faster, to save the pain and make it quick.
But, maybe you could wallow in it, just for a little while.
So there you laid, curled up under the sheets of your girlfriend's bed as the sun had finally set. You were thinking, maybe too much. Images of yesteryear were running through your mind, a part of you wondering why it felt awkward to be in your own home, how things had come to be this way. You knew the answer, you just didn’t want to believe that it was true. It made you want to cry, even just a tear. The feeling was already welling up in your eyes. But, you wouldn’t let yourself.
Then suddenly, the door to Zoey’s room began to open.
As the door creaked open, a faint sliver of light shone into the room. Quickly, you sat up as you wiped away the water building up in your eyes. Soon, the image of your girlfriend came into view along with your friends close behind her. In their hands were baskets filled with relaxing materials; a soft microfiber towel for their hair, a large fluffy towel for their bodies, and rollers to massage their faces. In your girlfriend's arms, she held her own. However, in her other was another basket; one meant for you. You knew just by one glance that the items in it were intended for you, they were folded neatly into cute hearts.
She had made it for you herself.
It was sickeningly sweet, and a guilty feeling couldn’t help but surface to your stomach.
The girl quietly bent down next to the side of the bed you laid upon, an eager expression on her face. “[Name], would you like to join us in the bathhouse?” She whispered as she placed a gentle hand on your arm.
The words that left your mouth felt like you were drinking poison; painful and slow. Since you were a child, it felt wrong to deny people or tell them to ask someone else. Especially the ones you loved most. “I’m sorry, Zoey. Maybe another night.”
The girl's eyes widened, shocked that you would say no to a night in the bathhouse. It was past time between the two of you, Mira joining with you after you had begun training together, and ever since Rumi had opened up about her demon patterns, she had joined in too. Each moment was filled with laughter and relaxation, like you were sitting in liquid sunshine. It was calm, soothing, and most of all, you felt like you belonged. Like there was a mutual understanding between each of you that you wouldn’t be alone.
Zoey knew you better than this anyway, something had to be wrong. Immediately, she stood up straight, giving your friends a certain look. In return, they gave her a nod of understanding. Without saying a word, they picked up both yours and Zoey’s baskets and left the room, closing the door behind them.
She then turned back to you, a small smile present on her face. “Y’know what? I’m not feeling the bathhouse tonight, let’s just chill in bed for a while, or whatever you want to do!” Her voice was chipper, but there was a hint of worry behind it.
You were quick to insist that she didn’t have to stay, that she should go have fun with your friends while you were left to your thoughts again. “You don’t have to do that, Zoey. If you want to go with Mira and Rumi to the ba-”
But, she wouldn’t have it. “Nope, I’m staying with you tonight!” She insisted, lifting up her comforter on the opposite side of you.
A giggle left your lips as your girlfriend snuggled under the covers with you, laying a head on your shoulder as you took out your phone. “Okay, I wasn’t intending to do anything interesting though.” You teased as you began to type your password.
“That’s fine! Being with you is equally as relaxing as a nice bath.” She merely snuggled deeper in your side as you opened TikTok.
For a long time, the two of you only laid there basking in each other's presence. An occasional laugh or giggle would fill the silence as you scrolled, or a relieved sigh would be released at a heartwarming story, but then it reached a certain video. It was a lyric video, one that showcased the lyrics to popular songs just for views. At first, you were just going to scroll past it. But, then it began to play a familiar song.
“When you cycled by
Here began all my dreams
The saddest thing I’ve ever seen”
Back to the Old House by The Smiths. The tone and mood was sorrowful, as were the lyrics. Their songs had a knack for baring heavy lyrics, but they never bothered you. You enjoyed it, they told a story. This one though, the feeling was too familiar to you. Too close. Too real. So, you sat there. Staring at your screen as you kept watching the words pass by, taking in the thought that maybe this was what you were feeling.
Nostalgia, regret, bittersweetness.
Before you knew it, the tears had begun to rise again and a warm sensation rose to your cheeks.
Zoey knew something was wrong, but you insisted that you would be okay. You always were going to be okay. This, however, was her last straw. She couldn’t accept the fact you were suffering in silence while you insisted she leave you to your devices to think, curse her hardwired nature to please the people around her no matter what. She had known you were feeling this way, yet she left you alone. The girl wasn’t going to let that be the case any longer.
As you continued to stare at your phone, almost entranced, she quietly whispered to you. “Be honest with me, I’ve noticed you’ve been more… quietly lately.”
You didn’t utter a word, pausing the music coming from your phone. The slow turn of your head towards her and the welling of tears in your eyes that threatened to leak were enough of an answer. “Is it bothering you more than you let on?” She asked, though she didn’t even need you to tell her. She already knew.
For a moment, you hesitated. Then, gave her a nod.
“Do you want to talk about it?”
Another nod.
The girl shifted without a word, lowering your body against hers as you lay against her torso. A pair of arms snaked around you, one on the crown of your head and the other around your midsection. Her hands were warm, welcoming. The softness of her embrace felt like you were on a cloud, floating freely through the sky as the wind guided you. “I just… don’t want to burden anyone with these feelings…” Your voice wavered, choking back a sob.
A nimble hand began running through your hair, fingers delicately removing the small tangles in your hair. “You’re not going to burden anyone with your feelings, sweetheart. I’m here to hear you.” Her voice was tender, soothing, serene.
That was the breaking point, it was all you needed to hear.
The tears she could see welling up in your eyes, the frown your lips made in attempts not to release your sobs, the sniffles from your nose; it all came crashing down in a single instant. The tears in your eyes finally leaked, streaking down your face and onto your girlfriend's shirt. Struggling to breath properly, you hiccuped and released the most pitiful, pain stricken sobs the girl had ever heard. It made her gut wrench with the most awful feeling, and her own tears began to form at your pain. “I’m scared… that things won’t be the same anymore… and that I won’t feel like I have… a home anymore.” You sniffled, struggling to speak as you gripped her clothing to ground you.
“It’s okay, keep going.” She whispered, moving her hand to cover your own.
“It sounds stupid… but what if Christmas isn’t the same anymore? …Will I have two separate celebrations? But, I want everyone to be there…”, your body wracked even harder with sobs just at the thoughts, the images of what could be. “No more going to grandma's house on Christmas Eve and doing… dumb stuff to entertain ourselves before eating like pigs and patiently waiting to open presents…”
There was a silence, then. “It feels wrong..”
A far off look was in your eyes, “But, I know… it’s what’s right for them. So, why… does it hurt so much?”
She understood, all too well. “I felt the same way with my parents when I was younger. It felt like I was being pulled in two different directions, with no clear path. But, that doesn’t mean that it has to be the case for you.”
Removing her hands from your body, she gently cupped your cheeks. A gaze full of all the love and reassurance you could ask for was pointed directly at you, unwavering as she shed her own tears. Sharing your pain and sadness, understanding you. “Your family loves you, a lot. I love you even more.” She whispered, resting her head against yours. “Why don’t you be honest with them? Tell them what you told me. I’m sure they’d like to hear it from you, and they’d be more than willing to listen to you and understand you.”
“Even my hard headed sister?” You mumbled, choking back another sob.
“Even your hard headed sister.”
A faint chuckle left you, a small smile now present on your face. “Thank you for listening…”
She then pressed a soft kiss on your lips, staying there for a moment, then hesitantly pulling away. “Always.”
You nuzzled your head further into her side as she continued to comb her fingers through your hair, calming the tremors in your chest as your sobs subsided. “Your hugs feel just like the ones my parents give.” You whispered, lifting your hand to touch the arm that curled back around your waist.
“They’re nice and warm, reassuring…”, your breathing finally slowed as your eyes struggled to stay open. “… they feel like home.”
Then, as your vision faded into black, light snores began to fall from your lips.
Zoey didn’t utter another word, only laid with you as you slept peacefully, snaking her arms around you more tightly. And finally, she placed a tender kiss on the crown of your head.
Maybe, this was all you needed.
@𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐳𝐨𝐞𝐲 °❀.ೃ࿔ - please do not translate or plagiarize my works.
also just noticed your author’s note!! romance being tamaki is actually genius, thank you for putting that idea in my brain.
- 🎧
it felt right honestly! i see people characterizing him as smooth and suave but idk i felt like making him a lovesick down-bad fool because it charms me :)
but don’t worry, in the future i’ll probably do fics that do more of tamaki’s romantic side for romance (like when he protects haruhi from hearing the thunder, etc.)
yippeee the blog is made!! i love the green you chose, very aesthetic :D
could i perhaps request the saja boys having a crush on their makeup artist? i feel like because Mystery would only need to get his lips and lower half of his face done, he’d contemplate messing it up so he can spend more time in your chair but at the same time he doesn’t want to mess up your work and risk annoying you so he’d just stand next to your chair like 🧍🏻.
tysm <33
- 🎧
HEELS, NAILS, BLADE, MASCARA
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : the saja boys with a crush on their makeup artist
𝐚/𝐧 : yay! thank you, green is my favorite color! this is so cute shehesj, mystery’s was the most fun to write here but baby and romance too ngl. i see romance as tamaki from ohshc hehe. please enjoy! :)
𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐔
“Jinu, just the guy I wanted to see!” You smiled, impatiently pushing him into your chair. The new shipment of products had just arrived that morning, eagerly waiting to be used to paint a pretty picture on a person's face. Jinu was going to be just that. “Oh, really?” He tested, laying his limbs on the arms of the chair.
As you used your box cutter to open the package, you giggled with excitement. “Yes, of course! There’s a new product I wanted to try on you.” You chatted, squealing with happiness as you gazed upon your new products. Receiving the latest material was always exciting, it meant new ideas and of course, more time with your favorite client.
Carefully, you took hold of the man’s shoulders. “Now, hold still and don’t move.” You said, or more like demanded, with a serious look in your eyes.
Then, you began to apply the product to his eye with your brush. With his other eye, he tried to sneak a peek of what exactly you were doing. “Don’t look in the mirror either!” You gasped, covering his eyes with your hand.
“Okay, okay.”
A few moments passed as you prettied him up, generously applying each product with care. “There we go!”
His eyes quickly opened, running a hand along his cheek. A crimson red was spread on his eyelids, blending nicely with the darkness of his liner. “You were right, this looks fantastic.” He whispered.
You gripped the back of his chair, admiring your work in the mirror. Though, you supposed Jinu deserved some credit. He was quite pretty all on his own. “Aren’t I? You look handsome, like a prince of darkness.”
“A prince of darkness…” He muttered under his breath, then thankfully smiled at you. “Thank you, [Name].”
“Of course, it’s my duty, isn’t it?”
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𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐘
Your day had been unusually stressful; several of your best artists had called out sick, your shipment of new products hadn’t arrived yet, and a certain member of the group was being more feisty than usual. The cherry on top was that you had arrived late to the concert preparations, despite being told a completely different time than the true one. A feeling of anxiety was churning in your gut, and you nearly had to step out for a moment to catch your breath.
You loved your job more than anything, but it did have its moments. There were times when you doubted your skill or your expertise in the area, just as anyone would experience. But, it remained in the back of your mind; waiting, festering. Were you truly the most suited candidate as the makeup artist of the Saja Boys? Was it pity that brought you here? You didn’t know. A burning sensation was felt in your eyes as tears welled up; were you really going to cry here?
But, to your luck, an angel sat in your chair.
And before you knew it, you were laughing and smiling like nothing had been bothering you.
A giggle left your lips as you lightly patted an amber shadow onto the muscular man’s eyelids. “No way Romance actually did that!” You chortled, trying your best to stay steady as you worked your magic.
The man tried to hold back his own laughter, yet failed to do so. “But he did, that’s the crazy part!” He wheezed.
As you reached over to rummage through your brushes, Abby kept a watchful eye on you. “I knew he was the type to be a fool in love, but I didn’t think he’d actually buy doves, put them in a top hat, and then send them flying directly at the girl.” You scoffed, finally finding the smaller tipped brush you needed.
“To be fair, I don’t think he really thought it through.”
“Does he ever do that anyway?” You questioned, raising an eyebrow as you carefully traced the perimeter of his eye with liner.
He couldn’t help but crack up.
Another fit of giggles was shared between the two of you. From just a simple interaction, your mood had already skyrocketed into one shining like the sun. “Thanks for making me laugh, Abby. I really needed this.” You sighed, setting your pencil back in its designated spot.
“Anytime.”
There was no hesitation in his voice, only the truth. He would see you again and make you laugh with the same joy and fervor. Only you would be the one to bring out his beauty with your brush strokes.
An assuring pat was given on his back, “Now, you go show off out there, you deserve it.” You smiled, hoping soon he would be back to tell you more ridiculous stories.
And oh, would he.
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𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄
“My beloved makeup artist!” He sang, eagerly rushing to sit in your faux leather chair. A sigh left you, of course he would be the first to sit in your chair. If he didn’t, he would just argue with the other boys till they let him go first. It was odd, you don’t remember doing anything necessarily extravagant for him aside from doing your job and doing it well. According to Jinu, the pink haired man looked at you like you hung the stars.
You didn’t see it, but whatever made the poor guy happy.
“Hello to you too, Romance.”
His eyes followed you as you grabbed your eyeshadow pallet, one specifically meant for him. Some time ago, you had told him that it was practically made for him. Now, he had his own he used every day at home. “I missed you, darling! When you were gone on vacation last week I thought I was going to lose my mind.” He whined as he threw his head back over the chair.
An eyebrow raised towards him, “And why would that be?”
With a wave of his hand, he feigned a faint, placing the back of his hand against his forehead. “Oh, the person who took over for you was very rough with their brush and nearly took my eye out with an eyeliner pencil. It hurt, my heart and my soul…” He explained as you gave him a deadpan expression.
Romance was one to keep up the dramatics, on stage or off. If he wasn’t a theater kid in a past life, then you’re the Queen. “Aw, I’m sorry that happened. The manager seriously needs to work on hiring better people.” You complained, and you weren’t lying. There were some shady people that you worked with.
As he dreamily gazed at you, hearts were practically fluttering around him as you lightly brushed his cheeks with a soft blush. “I knew you would understand!” He praised as he clasped his hands together in his lap, “You totally get me.”
A gentle pat was given to his shoulder, and it immediately shut him up. “Sure, pretty boy. Now, get up on that stage and knock em’ dead.”
You touched him? Oh my god you touched him, you touched his shoulder. If he didn’t have to keep up appearances, his demon marks would be glowing as brightly as the morning sun. “Pretty boy”, you meant it right? You had to, why would you lie to him? I mean, he knows he’s pretty but it has to be true if you say so, right?
Just before he left his seat, he turned to check himself out in the mirror. “You could definitely slice someone with how sharp this liner is!” He gasped, running a cupped hand along his jaw.
The grin on his face would be enough to send one of his fans into shock. “It’s a 10/10 for me!”
A soft smile couldn’t help but curl on your face. As dramatic and loud as the idol could be, he was a sweetheart.
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𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐘
“Are you okay, hon? You’ve been standing here for a while.” An expression of concern was present on your face as you prepped Baby’s skin for his foundation. This was a pattern you had noticed in the last few weeks.
Mystery had been standing there next to your chair for 30 minutes, well past the amount of time needed for his routine. Only the lower half of his face was due for makeup, a task that took half the amount of time as the other boys needed. The silver haired boy only needed his lips and foundation done along with a little blush, and oh how tempted he was to smudge it so you could gently hold his jaw in place.
He, however, was too sweet to do that. A feeling of guilt would haunt him if he ruined your lovely job.
“Is something wrong?” Your voice broke him away from his thoughts, giving him an expectant look. A light flush rose to his cheeks, his hair hiding the hearts in his eyes. “Uh-” He stammered as he wrung his hands, trying to hide the nervous feeling in his gut.
“Is your makeup smudged?” You insisted, inching closer to his face to check for smears.
“No-”
“Then why are you standing here like a lost puppy?”
Once again, he didn’t respond. Only stood there, flustered beyond belief from your attention.
Then suddenly, you gasped. “I see, so you wanted to watch me do Baby’s makeup?” You smiled, happy that someone was interested in your skills.
Without missing a beat, he nodded. It was the only way he was going to get out of this without combusting into flames, and the boy sitting in your chair was not believing one bit of it. Mystery was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see that he was utterly infatuated with you, yet you couldn’t see it.
Your obliviousness and Mystery’s hesitance was going to make the other boys go mad.
A gentle touch was placed on the older boys arm, guiding him to stand on the other side of you. “Well, of course you can! But, don’t ya have to be on stage in about 2 minutes?”
“This is just sad, dude.” Baby muttered, earning a glare from the older member of the group.
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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘
“Baby, this is the third time I’ve redone your lip combo…” You groaned, clenching your fists at your sides, trying your best not to lose your cool. The idol merely continued to smudge the products on his lips with his lollipop, observing your reaction with an intent stare. Almost like he was waiting for you to dare and apply another round of product on his lips.
He was just going to ruin it again, and have you redo it over, again.
You knew he was doing it to mess with you, a nefarious reason behind it or not. It was frustrating, it was almost like he enjoyed messing with you. No, you were sure that was the case. Even Romance didn’t do something rude such as ruining your hard work, he was decent enough to not do it. Baby, however, was not one to shy away from actions such as this.
The man didn’t respond to you, still he stared at you with that unreadable expression of his. It was always hard to tell what he was thinking. “Nothing to say?” You jeered, your tone telling of your lack of patience.
Once again, no response.
A sigh left you, this was getting old. “I’m starting to think you might be doing this just because you like me.” You joked, now applying his lip gloss.
“And what if I do?”
A shocked expression took over your features, finding it hard to believe he actually uttered those words. Baby? Really? Saying that to you? Never heard of, in fact, what alternate universe were you in right now? “I guess that wouldn’t be a bad thing?” You murmured, questioning the fact if this was real.
“See you next time then, darling makeup artist.” He smirked as he rose from his chair, poking your cheek as he did so.
An exasperated sigh was released as soon as he left the chair. “I swear with that guy…”
He hadn’t even let you finish fixing up his lips.
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