TMD: Preferences|Imagines|Oneshots 2

escaping a makeover (requested)

(A/N: This imagine was requested by eccyuk. I hope you like it!)

       I ran down the hallway as fast as my feet would carry me, ignoring the calls of my name behind me. I skidded to a stop outside of my sanctuary and quickly ripped the door open and dove into the room, slamming the door and locking it for good measure once inside. I bent over, my hands on my knees, trying to catch my breath.

       "Uh, Y/N?"

       I lifted my head to see my two friends, Luis and Dwayne, looking at me like I was some crazy person. Upon seeing my face, they both made faces of surprise.

       "What happened to you?" Luis asked, turning in his desk chair to fully face me.

       I gasped out a breath. "Julie. *huff* Connie. *huff* Makeover!"

       At my words, the two boys exchanged a look before bursting out laughing. I narrowed my eyes at them and sent them a withering stare, causing them both to shut up quickly.

       "Wait, don't you have a date with Adam tonight?" Dwayne asked.

       I nodded. "Yeah. Hence the torture." I said. 

       "I know you're kind of a tomboy, Y/N, but I don't think a makeover qualifies as 'torture'." Luis said with a slight laugh.

       "Not torture? They ambushed me after class and dragged me back to Julie's dorm! They poked and prodded me with weird instruments-"

       "I think you mean makeup brushes-"

       "-and painted my face against my will! Thankfully, they had Averman guarding the door so when they had their backs turned, I jumped up and barreled past him. He must have thought I was going to hit him because he crumbled to the ground like a piece of paper." I finished.

       Luis got up from his chair and came to stand in front of me, inspecting my face. "You know, they didn't do a bad job at all."

       I hadn't thought to look at myself before my escape so as I stood up again, I made my way over to the mirror hanging on the dorm room wall. As much as I hated to admit it, he wasn't wrong. They actually did a good job on my makeup but the problem was, it made me uncomfortable. I almost never wore makeup unless it was a very special occasion so to see myself with a, in my opinion, heavy amount on was surreal.

        Before I could voice my concerns, there was a knock at the door.

        "Y/N? Are you in there? I saw you running this way. Are you okay?"

       'Oh god!' It was Adam! I didn't want him to see me this way! I quickly jumped onto Dwayne's bed and pulled the comforter over my head. After a few moments, I heard the door open and held my breath.

       "Hey, guys. Y/N, I know you're under there." My boyfriend's voice sounded.

       "Go away!" I called back.

       "Why? What's going on?" Adam asked, clearly confused.

       I stayed silent, my nerves at a 100. I didn't want him to see me! What if he thought I looked silly or gross or worse...what if he thought I looked better with makeup? The thought made my heart hurt. What if he insisted I wear it or he'd break up with me?

        "Y/N..." Adam called again. I felt the bed dip next to me and knew he had sat down next to me. "You don't have to hide from me."

         I sighed. He was right. He was my boyfriend after all and I had no real reason to hide from him. With a gulp, I poked my head out from under the comforter.

       "You look...different." Adam said, finally getting a glimpse of me.

        I snorted at his choice of words. "I feel like a painted whore." I said dryly.

       Without another word, Adam stood up and went into the en suite bathroom off to the side of the dorm room. My heart was in my throat. I heard the water for the faucet turn on and off quickly and Adam returned not too long after, a wet rag in his hand. He sat back down on the bed next to me and gently wiped my face with the rag. My cheeks flamed at the intimate move but I stayed silent. When he was satisfied with his work, Adam sat back with a smile.

        "There we go." Adam said. "There's my Y/N."

        "R-really? You mean, you don't prefer me with makeup?" I asked, unsure.

       "I prefer what you prefer. And you look beautiful with or without makeup. I always thought so." Adam said.

       My eyes watered at his words. I leant forward and captured his lips in a sweet kiss. He brought his hand up to the side of my face, both of us tilting our heads to get a better angle.

       "Uh, guys? Can you not make out on my bed?"

(A/N: Thanks again to eccyuk for the request! This prompt was super cute and I immediately had inspiration for it! I hope you liked it! Hopefully I can get more writing done soon! That's all for now! Until next time! Thanks!!)