WWE Preferences

He Watches You Do Your Makeup

I'm struggling for ideas right now, so if any of you have any let me know your suggestions, or ones you'd like me to see. Being nearly 150 preferences in, it's hard to come up with ones sometimes.

Seth Rollins - "Weird." You looked in the mirror looking at Seth's confused expression, shaking your head. You screwed the lid back onto your mascara brush, placing it down in it's trinket box. "How do you have so many things that have so many uses." You smiled, picking up your eyeshadow palette, opening up the lid, deciphering what colour you wanted to use today. "Where do you use that?" He asked walking over and standing behind you. You giggled, bringing the lid back down so he could read what it was. "Eyeshadow, interesting." You lifted the lid back up picking a light crimson colour to go across your eyelids, picking up the brush and gathering little pigments. You fluttered your eyelid shut, lightly stroking across your left eyelid. "That doesn't look nice, surely it would hurt a little bit." You shook your head, placing the palette back on the table. "It's fine, I do it everyday, it doesn't hurt at all." He smiled, feeling a little better as you then finished off your right eye. "It looks good," he whispered into your ear, watching you shut it for good. "Thank you sweetheart," you smiled, picking up your next item.

Dean Ambrose - "Why do you put yourself through this everyday, you must waste so much time on this, just to take it off." You sat back, laughing at Dean who was picking everything up, reading the labels and understanding what everything was. "It takes me fifteen minutes, it's hardly a long time." He smirked, picking up your concealer stick, taking the lid off and rolling it up. "What does this do?" He asked, fiddling it around between his fingers. "It covers up your blemishes darling, look." You took it from him, lightly placing your hand under his chin. "Wait!" He shouted, placing his hand between you and him. "You're not gonna turn me into one of those people are you?" You shook your head with a huge toothy grin, leaning forwards and dabbing the stick on the small red mark on his chin. He jumped at the touch, as you proceeded to rub it in with the end of your finger so no one could tell the difference. "See." He turned to look in the mirror, almost until his nose touched it trying to see the make up. "It's magic," he joked, taking the stick from you and shutting it up.

Sami Zayn - "Why don't you just hand me that and let me do it for you?" You put your lip liner down, turning around at Sami who stood behind you. He was watching you intently, but you brushed him off. "You're joking aren't you." He stared at you, shaking your head. "Why don't you just leave me to it darling, I don't think you can exactly be trusted." You chuckled at his mischievous grin, turning your back to him. "Come on darling, live a little, what is the worst that could happen?" "You poke me in the eyes, stab me with a stick, smudge my eye shadow, the list is endless." You picked up your ruby red lipstick afterwards, taking the lid off. "Have a little trust in me," he whispered, coming up behind you. You shook your head, not resisting to the huge pout you could see in the reflection. "Sami, go away and let me get on with it." He huffed, moving back and sitting on the bed. "I'll get there one day, I'm learning, I'll prove you wrong." You shook your head, turning back to him, applying the thin layer to your lips, finishing off your glam look, ignoring his murmurs behind you.

Finn Balor - "And I'm done!" You huffed, quickly padding your foundation to your face, grabbing your highlighter and blusher. "Y/N, come on we've got somewhere to be, what are you doing?" You turned around and looked at Finn who was all suited and booted ready to head out to the awards dinner this evening. "Sorry, just give me five more minutes." You grabbed everything else you needed, applying thin layers to cover up all your blemishes. "Babe, calm down, there is no rush." He placed his hand over yours as you grabbed your blusher. You looked over at his comforting smile, taking a deep breath. "We've got half an hour, take your time." You nodded, slowing down this time as you finished everything off, desperate to look perfect on his arm tonight. He sat down beside you, reassuring you that you had time and that you didn't need to panic. "There, you look beautiful," he smiled, leaning over and kissing your cheek as you finally finished, just in time to head to the show. "It still could be better," you sighed, hugging him lightly. "Nonsense, he replied," taking a hold of your hand, walking you out to the car.

Randy Orton - "Why do even put all that stuff on your face? You look much better without it." You smiled, your recently applied layer of foundation hiding the light blush that appeared on your cheeks. Randy sat beside you, watching you closely at your desk. "It makes me feel prettier." You told him, picking up your primer. "Well I think you're at your prettiest au natural." You turned to look at him, running your hand over the top of his head, only for him to lean in and try to peck your cheek. "Nope, not yet." He sighed, pulling himself away and picking up a few things. "Highlighter, contour kit, some cream thing, do you really need all these?" You put everything down, turning around to face him. "They each have different jobs to make me look semi decent." Randy shook his head, placing them all back where he got them from. "The only tool you need is a face wipe, show your natural beauty." He just couldn't help but make you feel special all of the time. "But if it makes you happy I'll let you continue gorgeous." He stood up from his seat, stepping back, but not before kissing the top of your head, leaving you to it.