The Attack on Titan Boys Watching You Do Your Makeup
is the physical embodiment of the word distraction. You'd have to do your makeup IN SPITE OF him.
You'd be stood in front of your bathroom mirror looking at your reflection while you tie your hair into a low ponytail. You flash a smile at the reflection of your shirtless boyfriend as he enters the bathroom and he returns a sleepy one of his own. He inches closer behind you, leaning down to place a kiss on your shoulder before gently tugging on your newly made ponytail sliding the rubber band off and using it to tie his hair up into his usual bun.
"Erennnn." you'd groan recognizing today's mood as he takes a seat on the bathroom counter effectively blocking the mirror. He wanted to annoy you, he enjoyed that too much.
Eren raised his hands feigning innocence, " Well, good morning to you too."
You roll your eyes and reach for your makeup bag, but not before he takes it, now holding it hostage above is head. His height alone is a feat but with the added height of the counter there is no way you'd reach. He opens his legs, tapping the counter, indicating that's the only way he'll hand it over.
So there you are, sandwiched between his legs, makeup bag in hand, Eren looking down at you with a playful grin.
"Eren, I CAN'T DO IT LIKE THIS!" you whine trying to push him off the counter but to no avail as he tightens you into a Brazilian jiu jitsu like hold with his legs. You give up and begin looking in your makeup bag for your mini handheld mirror, you'd have to make do now that your boyfriend made it his mission to make things harder.
He grabs your wrists in one hand with a swift motion and the small handle held mirror with his other hand "I'll help!" he says laughing and letting go of your wrist to hold the tiny mirror with both hands in front of you.
"There you go, see? I'm a good boyfriend." you frown up at him but can't help letting out a laugh. You lean in, mascara in hand, intent on making this work.
Just as you make the mascara face and begin applying the first coat the mirror disappears behind Eren.
I'm not going to lie, Connie would not be looking. He'd be too busy swiping through his phone, looking for the name of the place Sasha texted him about. When he finally finds it he tasks you with remembering the name of the restaurant. He'd put the phone in his back pocket and lean on the counter watching you for a little before he starts rummaging through your makeup bag. As he's inspecting all the items he comes across the two faced lip injection and of course he puts it on. As soon as the tingling begins he starts freAKING OUT
"You women are crazy." are his parting words as he goes to the kitchen in search of a glass of milk, which you assure, should soothe the burn. By the time he comes back you're finishing up and just styling your hair.
"Damn baby where we EATIN'?" smacks your ass as you're walking of the bathroom following you, milk glass in hand and plumped lips now in full effect.
He'd be sitting on the counter, back pressed against the wall, holding your makeup bag on his lap. Sweet angel boy has not taken his eyes off you throughout the entire process, every time you put something down, he picks it up and reads it.
"Bronzer, so this goes here?" he sucks in his cheeks and copies the swiping motion with his finger. Taking the opportunity, you gently grab his chin and angle his face slightly downwards as you dip your fluffy brush into the bronzer he's still holding. His face melts into a smile, but you make the sucking in cheeks face at him which he obediently copies again and you begin applying it to the hollow of his cheeks.
"Armin, you're so pretty. It's not fair." His blush prone cheeks blend very nicely with the bronzer you just applied and he mirrors you by gently taking your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, pulling you into a short sweet kiss.
"Mmmm, flavored?" he says as he pulls away, smacking his lips as if to further investigate the glossy residue stuck to his lips.
"Yes, that one is vanilla. I have this strawberry one for you." you say looking through your makeup bag, he makes a face.
"No way." he says and ignoring his protests you continue looking. "Ah," you say triumphantly sliding the cap off and puckering your lips at Armin for him to follow.
"Hey, I'm not your little doll." he almost whines, leaning away from the lipgloss you're pointing at him.
"Arminnnnn...don't you wanna mix? I want to see if they taste-" he leans down at once knowing this will earn him a sticky strawberry vanilla makeout session.
Is not watching you but is watching himself in the mirror, flexing this way and that. The occasional growl ensues as he poses. Performs Russian Man dance trend at least twice. Playfully shoves you out of the way when you're leaning too far towards the mirror, applying mascara, and you cover his reflection. Is super apologetic after you smack him for making you smear the mascara on your lower lashes but bursts out laughing when he you fully turn to face him and he sees the black smudge under your eye. You accuse him of ruining it on purpose,
"Jean, you'll PAY FOR THAT ONE!" At first he makes an indignant face that quickly morphs into that familiar smirk that you know all too well.
"I've been waiting here for seven hours, frankly, I think it's your turn to pay!" and with that your feet are off the floor and he's running out of the bathroom and into your shared bedroom. "JEAN! Put me DOWN!" you half squeal half scream,
"Your wish is my command!" he proceeds to obediently put you down as he body slams you (gently) on the bed. You gasp and attempt to sit up but too little too late for your boyfriend begins attacking you with tickles until you can't breathe. If it'd been salvageable before your make up is now efficiently ruined as laughing tears blur your vision and Jean begins peppering your face with kisses.
Had been ready for the last thirty minutes and had been waiting downstairs. More than impatience it was watching you what drove him back up the stairs and into your shared bathroom. He'd never admit this to you, but he loved watching you do your makeup, it was truly an art form. The mix of sheer concentration and silly faces you made never ceased to amuse him.
You were dusting your rosy blush on when you felt the familiar weight of his steel grey eyes on you.
"Almost! Just five more minutes!" you swear, quickly turning back to the mirror, furiously curling your lashes. He leans into the doorway knowing all too well your definition of 'five minutes' while doing your makeup.
"You're so beautiful." he states simply after a few minutes of comfortable silence.
You smile at the mirror, "What's gotten into you lovebug?" you tease, smacking your lips to evenly spread the coat of gloss you just applied. When you're not met with any smart ass retaliation your eyes catch his reflection to check he's still there. He's just watching you and he looks completely smitten, his eyes betraying that much, despite wearing his familiar undemonstrative expression. Your heart does a leap and you turn, reaching him in two steps and wrapping your arms around his waist burying your face into his chest. You heart completely melting when he pulls you in tightly, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.
"Lets go. We're late already."
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