the way you changed me // Jean Kirstein x Female Reader

chapter 4 - senses

(tw: adult language, recreational drug use, underage drinking)

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With a neatly rolled joint nestled between the fingers of your left hand and a mascara wand in your right, you stand in front of the mirror inside your aunt's ensuite bathroom.

You look at the face staring back at you. Stark contrast to the girl that was there, at this exact place, in the early hours of the morning. This version of yourself,even though less familiar, you appreciate more. She's put-together and more confident, with a glint of mischief in her eyes.

As you're getting ready, three make-up bags are spread across the top of the bathroom counter and just by looking at them, without a doubt, anyone could pin-point which bag belongs to which girl.

The smallest bag, a sleek black leather pouch resembling more a pencil case than a makeup bag, belongs to Mikasa. Inside she keeps just a few essentials that she swears by like they're sacred. Her items are preferably multi-purpose or travel-sized. Her reasoning for choosing miniature products is simple: no matter how frequently something gets used, it's unlikely to be finished before it expires. Therefore, she opts for smaller versions to ensure she can actually use them up.

Mikasa's practicality and logic has rubbed off on you too, where now whenever you need to replace something in your collection, you get it in a travel-size. Her ability to influence people by just being rational is one of her strongest attributes. She might not always be the most outspoken, but when she does speak, her words carry a heavy weight. Her unique way of expressing her thoughts so clearly, more often than not resonates with those around her.

Your eyes then follow the sight of Sasha's make-up bag. What used to be a fluffy white make-up bag, is now covered in multicolored spots from all her colorful products. A chaos and an excessive amount of different types of eyeshadow, that she likes to match with whatever she's wearing that day, fills the bag to the brim. She's an avid eyeshadow user, who enjoys experimenting with the colors. It's bold, it's fun and it's exactly Sasha. This amount of make-up also comes with a territory as her bag takes over most of the designated space on the counter where the three of you are working on yourselves.

As you pass the joint to Mikasa, your free hand reaches for the mascara tube that you were just using. Carefully, you put the wand inside the tube and twist it shut. Before placing it back into your make-up bag, you scan the transparent plastic material to locate your cherry-red lipstick. Once you see it, you take it out, replacing its spot in the bag with the mascara that you just coated your eyelashes with.

Dragging the dark red lipstick over your lips carefully and slowly, your confidence as well as your efforts to look older than your actual age, grows. You can't afford to get carded tonight, otherwise the whole plan of letting yourself carelessly go will vanish by just being asked for that one piece of paper that betrays who you really are.

With the last finishing touches, Sasha is first to be done with her preparations. She has abandoned her signature loose ponytail for the night and straightened her shiny chestnut-hair to perfection, not leaving even the smallest strand out of place. You can already predict what outfit she's going to wear since you saw her cover her eyelids with a beautiful lilac shimmer eyeshadow.

With Sasha out of the bathroom, Mikasa leans over the sink, her deep-gray eyes focusing intently on perfecting her eyeliner as she adjusts her position for a closer look in the mirror. Her thick, straight black bob framed her face beautifully. A haircut that is a blessing saving her precious time in her everyday routine.

You leave her in the bathroom once you're fully done getting ready yourself. The dress you're about to wear is already spread out on the bed.

Stepping into the walk-in closet, you find the lingerie set you took with you, knowing that you most likely will get a good use of it while here, trying to get some action of your own. The almost see-through fabric of the matching black lace panties and bralette did less than anything to either cover or support you, but frankly that isn't its purpose anyway.