Future Star

namine doesn’t remember the last time she touched any sort of makeup. in fact, namine isn’t sure if she’s ever even touched makeup before. before college, her mom never even suggested it for her, and once in college, namine never found the desire for it. appearances were not such a big deal to the artist, especially since she had a cute face without makeup anyways.

still….as she explored social media more, she couldn’t help but admire the beautiful girls with perfect makeup all over instagram, or watch the cool makeup tutorial videos on youtube, and want to do the same (and also wanting to impress xion). but she had absolutely no idea where to start. sure, she was an artist, but the thought of putting anything near her face was…a little scary. 

luckily for her, apparently makeup classes being held on campus, which fit perfectly into her schedule, and were just what she needed.

 so, overcoming her shyness, she showed up, and was immediately overwhelmed. whoever this person was, they were…very energetic. being the quiet, meek thing she is, she merely shuffled to the back of the class and sat herself in the corner, hoping someone else would show up so she wouldn’t have to be so…obviously awkward.

Oh boy...a quiet one, this was going to be tough for Mettaton. Quiet people were the bane of his existence and future profession. He needed feedback on how the clothing was, or how the makeup is in this case. And this little meek girl was just going to be difficult.

“W-Well, how much about makeup do you know? Like, do you know your foundation color...do you know what foundation is?”

Demyx… Knew how to do makeup. Once. Fairly recent, if he’s being honest, if two years prior could constitute as recently. He likes to think it does. His knowledge of makeup didn’t exactly go away but… Ack. He certainly wasn’t the femme little lady he used to be. The couple times he’d tried to do his makeup on his own had ended in dysphoric disasters, and he can’t rely on his band mates for help every time. 

But there are other means of learning, especially with the diversity of students. He found this… Person’s ad on a student bulletin board, and had nearly cried upon discovery. Mettaton was offering help with makeup and fashion, free of charge! Demyx scrambled to make an appointment. 

He sits awkwardly at his desk, tapping a pen against the edge. He knows little about makeup in general, much less masculine makeup…. It’s embarrassing? He’s not sure embarrassing is the correct word here but uh… It’s something. It’s not comfortable. Hopefully this Mettaton person won’t judge too badly- 

The door knocks, Demyx jumps, and Maxwell reacts, darting over to see if he’s okay. Demyx reassures the dog and with a gentle pat to the head, and stands. The person he opens the door to is… Not what he was expecting. Honestly he’s not sure what he was expecting… “Oh uh, yeah… Mettaton, was it? Erm… Sorry to ask but, what pronouns do you use? I… Don’t like to misgender people.”

Mettaton’s eyes widened a little at the question, people ask about pronouns now? Well, that’s new

“i’ve...honestly never’ve been asked before. Well, I honestly don’t care what you call me, I’m comfortable with most pronouns.”

While Mettaton has mostly been referred to as “male,” Mettaton’s gender identity was more fluid in a sense. He didn’t identify with one gender or the next. That’s why make up and drag were perfect for him, blurred the lines between all the genders.

Violet eyes looked the performed up and down, taking in sight of the outfit. It was radiant, to say the least, able to catch the ray of any light from any direction. If Yang was still in her middle school phase, she would say that she was obsessed with the outfit because of it being shiny.

“At least all eyes will be on you,” she said. “Everyone’s gonna look at you as if they’re trying to look into a mirror; no one will be able to glance away for even a second!” She inhaled with content and gave a soft sigh. “But anytime you need a break, just ask and you will definitely have a drink waiting for you–your favorite, water, or both.”

“Yang,” Mettaton introduced, popping up from underneath the counter and flashing a smile towards the performer. “Kinda like Yin and Yang, except there’s no balance in my life.” She laughed lightly at her little joke before sighing awkwardly at it.

“And of course I know who you. Mettaton!” she exaggerated, spreading her hands out in front of her face as she emphasized a shooting star. “Everyone here basically loves you. I should know,” she started, leaning her elbows onto the counter as she stared at the male, “everyone always talks about you over their drinks.” It was a bit ridiculous at times, but she could go for it; she could understand everyone’s desires.

Mettaton signature smirk appeared on his face, his ego, if possible, was getting bigger. He always enjoyed a good ego-stroking. The theatrics Yang but into her little performance got a chuckle out of the drag queen, she certainly has a fair for the dramatic.

“Well thank you darling Yang, I guess being this fabulous has the curse of adoring fans.”

Mettaton took a bigger drink of the scotch, enjoying the burn again. God he needed this. Looking around at the club: bodies were moving, the entertainment was entertaining, and people were having fun. Pretty normal day.

Ah! This was going to be a challenge. Of course, he wasn’t just going to stop harassing this soul, because why would he? They could just slip into more and more anger and sorrow and that wasn’t very great. He spun around dramatically at the hit, and kept in stride.

“Mhmm, mhmm~ I hear you loud and clear, I will follow anyways I’m afraid! If my radience cannot help, then maybe my words? Some flowers? Magic, glitter, food? I have many a trick up my sleeve, if your not one to speak your feelings out for others!”

He can relate to that, though. It’s hard to talk to others about things, in his experience.

This guy was being serious? What in the hell was he on? Because that was some good shit he’s on. Apparently following a complete stranger...that was looking for blood at this point was a good idea.

In his mind, “I’m not going to get an assault charge, I’m not going to get an assault charged, I will not get an assault charge today.”

He was so close to snapping at this annoying speck, but he had to keep appearances. 

hibikiwatarudesu:

Whenever anyone was sad or angry looking, Wataru would oftentimes try to come up with something to make them happy. Which was why when he saw a particularly down person walking the sidewalks, well, it was his duty!

He smiled sweetly, and of course he approached him like a moth to a flame.

“I can’t help but notice you’re looking a little upset,” He pointed out, doing a wonderful job at being captain obvious. “What could be bringing radiance such as yours into sorrow? Would you care to talk about it?”

Sometimes that was all some people needed.

Oh boy, his personal hell just arrived: a cheery as hell little boy that thinks he can just make someone’s day better by just smiling at him...end him right now.

Mettaton glared at the cheery boy, trying to actually light him on fire.

“Yes, I’m have a shitty day, and no, your ‘radiance’ can’t help it. And what’s the point about talking about my shitty day?”

Mettaton moved passed the boy, knocking his shoulder.

The nightlife was where Yang always wanted to be.

With school during the daytime, the blonde needed an outlet to escape the campus and to escape the woes of the ever growing stress about homework. Her solution? Becoming a bartender at a local bar.

Her favorite thing was seeing everyone who came into the bar, Yang’s little bout of creativeness wondering why this stranger would come here to escape their regular life with the sweet call of alcohol and performances. She also liked the ease in which she could talk to people, leaning on the bar with one with one of her elbows propped as she talked to whatever poor soul she could talk to.

With the arrival of another customer at the bar, Yang winked as she said her goodbyes to young man that she was talking to as she stood up straight. Attention turning towards him, she called out, “What can I get for you?” Oh, she wasn’t expecting him here yet. This was surprising.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Yang greeted, her violet eyes twinkling at the performer. She ducked down and grabbed a cup before filling it with Mettaton’s preferred scotch choice. She placed the cup down onto a corner of a napkin as she crossed her arms over her chest. “So how’s it going? It must be a rough night if you’re looking for a drink this early.”

Mettaton loved this bartender, she was always so energetic, and didn’t shy away from interacting with the performers, unlike some of the other staff members at this bar. It was a nice breath of fresh air.

He grabbed the cup, and took a sip, savoring how it burned.

“Darling...it’s just going to be a long night. This the first time I’m doing to different numbers, but thank god for past me I made it so I didn’t have to change all of this.”

He gestured to his extravagant costume: he called it “Mettaton EX.” It was his usual costume, and his favorite. It was just so...him. All of the reflective material, the flashy metal work (dulled of course, cutting the people tipping him was not something that he wanted), it was all just...fabulous.

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