Ever since Axel had built up the confidence to make you officially his boyfriend, he’s felt like he was on top of the world. Sure, not much changed, you were pretty much exclusive before- aside from both of you drunkenly flirting with a few bartenders who worked at the Applebee’s Axel used to work at, but that doesn’t count!

And sure, you hooked up pretty much every week before you started dating. But, actually being able to call you his boyfriend felt special- like Axel actually meant something to you, like you weren’t just playing with his heart.

Anyway, enough of that depressing shit. Another thing Axel has been thinking about since you became official was doing your makeup. I mean, who wouldn’t want to apply some contour to that sharp jaw? Maybe even a bit of guyliner.. eyeshadow..?..

God, Axel was head over heels. He didn’t care what he got to do with you, he didn’t care if you degraded him to the point of him crying. Sure, Axel knew you would never do that, but he knew he would definitely stay with you.. maybe even want you more.

Enough about his masochism problem!

A few days ago, Axel had picked out some makeup at the store. Sure, he got some concealer for himself, and a bit of gingerbread chapstick that had gone on sale as well. Buut, most importantly, he got a bit of foundation- perfectly matched to your shade, and a bit of contour, just in case.

Now, all he needed to do was get you to agree. He needed to convince you of how handsome you were so that maybe the feeling of that disgusting makeup on your skin wouldn’t make you feel too dysphoric.

After what felt like hours of pleading, Axel got you to agree. Sure, he used a bit of ‘black magic’- aka, sitting on your lap and peppering kisses to your face in between different compliments and praises.

Currently, Axel is settled on your chest, sitting criss-cross as he blends the foundation onto your skin.

"Your skin is so soft, amore," Axel murmurs, leaning in a bit to see better, the lack of his glasses making it a bit hard to see completely.