finn wolfhard imagines

7

they do your makeup

finn~
*on a live stream*
"y/n what is this?"
"that's concealer"
"what does it do?" he looks at you in the eyes. you smile.
"it covers up pimples and shit"
"you don't need any, so we will skip that step"
you blush, and shake your head. he giggles as he applies highlighter to your whole face.
"babe what are you doing?"
"YOU ARE GLOWING FOR THE GODS NOW"

jack~
he has no idea what he's doing
"uhhhhhh sure i think that goes here"
you look at him, he smiles nervously.
"can i look in the mirror yet?"
"nope"
he finds a bright red lipstick and puts it on your lips, but doesn't do a very good job.
"bro now there's gonna be red stains on my mo-"
he cuts you off and kisses you. once you pull away he face has red lipstick on it too.
"now we can both have red stains" you giggle and so does he.

ayla~
you both spend hours watching james charles and decide that you are ready to give it a go.
"ayla why are we doing this again?"
"so our jawlines can be sister snatched"
"please never say that again" you look at her sternly, but also jokingly
"why not? are you gonna sister slap me?" she smirks
"yeah, i'll sister slap that smirk off your face"

malcolm~
surprisingly he's doing a pretty decent job.
"hey baby where does this white powder looking cocaine stuff go?"
"malcy that's setting powder"
"so it's not coke?"
"NO"
"ok just making sure"
you laugh and roll your eyes playfully.
he continues to do your makeup and starts on the lip liner.
"you are gonna look like kylie after this. picked up"
"oh no"