All Time Low [Imagines & Preferences]

Boyfriend does my makeup tag (Alex)

"What is this?" Alex asks, picking up your liquid eyeliner.

You look to the camera worriedly, then back at your boyfriend, Alex, who was currently doing your makeup.

"I'm starting to think that I shouldn't have suggested this." You laugh.

Alex the puts the eyeliner in you eyebrows.

"That's where it goes, right?" He asks.

"Lex, sweetie, no. That's defiantly not where it goes." You chuckle.

"Oh..." Alex then bursts out laughing.

He picks up your eye shadow and starts applying it to your eyes.

"This does go on your eyes, right?" He asks.

"Yes." You answer, keeping your eyes shut.

A few minuets later Alex giggles.

"Open your eyes." He instructs.

You do as you're told.

"Anything else you want to put on me?" You question, gesturing to your makeup scattered all over the floor you were sitting on.

"Uh..I don't think so- LIPSTICK!" He interrupts himself.

He applies a bright red lipstick to your lips, and you could feel him going over your lip line.

"Done!" Alex smiles.

He hands you a mirror, and you hold it up opposite your face.

"ALEX! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" You scream, staring at your makeup covered face.

You had a dark foundation all over your face, leaving a huge tan line underneath your jaw. You had eyeliner on your eyebrows. The lipstick he just put on was everywhere. Your eyeshadow reached your eyebrows. You had blush all over your cheeks,among you look like you just ran a marathon. You had mascara smudges all under your eyes. And your lip ring was covered in flashy lipstick.

You looked like a clown.

"You look beautiful...?" Alex laughed, rolling on the floor.

You picked up your foundation, squeezed some onto your hand, and rubbed it over Alex's face.

"NOOOOOOO!" He dramatically shouted, holding his hand on his chest.

He picked up your lipstick and applied it all over you cheek.

"ALEXANDER GASKARTH YOU ARE DEAD!" You yell, grabbing white powder, and dropping the entire pot in his hair.

"Now you've crossed the line." He said deeply, pushing you playfully to the floor, pinning your hands above your head.

"Say you're sorry." He demanded.

"Never." You whisper.

He inches closer to your face.

"Say it." He whispers back.

"No." You say.

He presses his lips down in yours forcefully.

As he pulls away, you lift your head trying to continue the kiss, but he pulls further back.

"Say you're sorry, and we'll continue." He says.

"I-I'm sorry." You stutter.

"Better." He winks, kissing you softer this time.