#olivia can and should wear red eyeshadow

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

How would the guys handle a “girly girl” S/O? Either poly or individual is fine with me. Thanks!

"How would the boys act with a S/O who is a girly girl? Could they handle that?" -anon

I've said this once and I'll say it again!!! I don't think the boys have a type!! So if you're a girly girl?? Totally won't care. Here you go!! (Made this poly btw)

Poly!Lost Boys x Girly Girl S/O

The boys had spotted you on the boardwalk. Pastels, teased hair, manicured nails, and expertly done makeup to match. You were a prim little girly girl, and their complete opposite. For some reason, that only drew them to you

At first, they just wanted to mess with you. "Piss off the princess" as David had some eloquently put. And it was fun. So fun, actually. They flirted with you, of course, but David made sure to play with your hair, putting a strand out of place. He stroked your cheek, his gaze making you flustered as you tried your best to keep up with them. You could've sworn a second ago you had been surrounded by your friends, but they were nowhere to be found now. Marko had leaned in close, a wide smile on his face as he asked what perfume you used and blatantly took a whiff. You had squirmed at his closeness, and tried to give him a reply. He'd hummed, telling you that he liked it with a grin that made the compliment seem far too suggestive (even if it wasn't). Paul took your distraction as an opportunity to play with the edge of your skirt. You yelped and bat his hands away, but he was already leaning down. He whispered in your ear, "Nice heels. Though, I'm surprised your feet don't hurt. Maybe you wanna spend some time off them?" He flirted. Dwayne was the only one that didn't tease you as ruthlessly as the others, and he caught you before the blonde terror twins could make you trip backwards. You had pressed your back right up against his chest, and quickly looked up to see the handsome brunette. It was all a little much for you, the onslaught of teasing and flirting, and you had flushed bright red. Dwayne rubbed his knuckle against your cheek, quietly asking, "What's wrong, princess?" And that had been the final straw. You had broken away from the four, stomping off as you cursed the boys and their antics. They had jeered, calling for you and asking you to come back

They bothered you every night after that, and eventually they weren't such an unwelcome sight. Really...they could be quite charming when they wanted to be. Despite the warnings you'd recieved about "boys like them", you ended up dating them. All four of them.

Marko low-key likes that you're extremely girly. It makes him look more tough whenever you stand besides him, and he's definitely willing to fight anyone who bothers you. Marko would interlock his arm with yours, and ask you questions about the things you liked (even if they were things he had no interest in). He would even talk to you about makeup and fashion, and just saw your style as your own personal self-expression. He liked to hang out in your room and play with all the stuff you had on your walls. He's not big on wearing makeup himself, but he likes to watch you put it on. He'll hover just a little bit out of the sight of the mirror, tilting his head to the side as you focus on applying your eyeshadow and eyeliner. He likes to watch you make yourself "look pretty" and will argue that, "You're always pretty". He always smiles when you ask him what color you should use, and he grins a little bit more at the boardwalk that night. Will watch "girly" movies and shows with you, and actually likes some of them. Will even listen to some "girly" music with you. Likes to listen to gossip, and totally knows all the names of your friends. Is one of the only boys that can tolerate your friends. Will still tease you from time to time about how girly you are, but he never means it in a bad way. Was totally ko-ed that one time you were chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble while talking to him. Won't explain why, but he just thinks it was really hot. The two of you went into an alleyway, and he was the one chewing gum when you left.

Paul had been completely devastated when he heard that your favorite singers were Cyndi Lauper and Madonna, and had tried to convince you to come back to the cave with them just so he could show you some "real music". You had denied, as you were hesitant about getting on one of their death machines. Especially Paul's. The first time he had you listen to metal, you had just said, "this sounds very angry" and you swore that Paul looked like he was about to cry. Literally conditions you to like it, but will mostly put on soft rock/ballads as a "compromise". He listens to some of your music as well, and one time you caught him humming "Physical" by Olivia Newton John afterwards. He's the most willing to let you put some make-up on him, but only something that "rockstars" would wear. You end up finding out that Paul looks really good with some eyeliner. Let's you paint his nails, but the boy can barely sit still long enough for you to do one coat. And trying to wait for it to dry? Forget it. He even likes the painted nails, but, again, he cannot sit still. Paul loves the fact that you mostly wear skirts. Whistles every time he sees you, and is definitely the type to try to sneak his hands under your skirt to try to cop a feel. If you sit on his lap, his hand is going straight to your legs. You gotta hold them so he won't try anything. Likes to pick out your outfits, even if he usually aims to make it as skimpy as possible and most of his choices get vetoed.

Dwayne is the nicest to you, and he treats you like a little princess. He always tells you that you look pretty, and would let you talk about whatever you wanted. He just likes hearing you talk, even if he has no idea what you're saying. Listens to you talk so much that he starts to pick up some of your slang. In his deep voice, he just says, "That was totally bogus". Type to hold open doors for you and treat you like a lady, even if the others make fun of him for it. He's your giant bodyguard, and he basically makes sure no one tries to take advantage of you based on how non-intimidating you look. The type to buy steal you whatever you want, and may spoil you a bit. If you like a certain piece of jewelry, he's giving you it the next night. He was the one that helped you pick out your earrings when you and them decided to become more official. Let's you braid and brush his hair, but he never wears it out of the cave. If you wear sneakers one night, he'll tie your shoelaces for you so you don't have to bend down in your skirt. Low-key has a kink for when you put on lip-gloss. He just likes watching you apply it, and will pull you into a kiss as soon as your done. It's one of the rare instances where he'll do PDA, so you let it slide that when he pulls back and half of your lip gloss is on his lips instead. He just comments, "Bubblegum." And acts like nothing happened. You mostly want to ride with him because he's the safest, and he always helps you on/off of his bike

David could be a perfect gentleman at times, when he wasn't being an ass. He teases you the most out of all the boys. He likes how feminine you are, mainly because it makes him feel more manly and tough. His all black coat and punk/metal look really constrasts with your feminine style, and he loves watching how beach go-ers immediately back down when you tell them that he's your boyfriend. Yeah, they weren't expecting that. He enjoys pushing your boundaries and testing your knowledge on things outside the mainstream. He will even suggest books and movies to you, but it wasn't until you started dating that he actually got you to listen to him. This was mainly by literally giving you his copies or watching them with you at the cave. You two mainly have conversations about those things, or about the things going on in your life. He's really not the type to be interested in girly things, so rip- Loves and almost insists on having you ride with him, mainly because he loves the way you have to hike up your skirt and how tightly you grip onto him. Definitely teases you by calling you "little girl" along with his usual "kitten" and "sweetheart". Likes that you're a girly girl a little bit too much, especially the fact that you get your nails done. You scratched your nails down his back one (1) time in bed, and he had to keep himself from vamping out and biting you in retaliation. Likes to joke about how he and the boys are "corrupting" you, but secretly thinks it's kind of hot

The boys all call you "barbie" and it's a running joke in your relationship. If you ever start to annoy them, they'll say, "Okay, Barbie"

One of the boys favorite things is picking you up from the mall or the boardwalk when you're with all your friends. They live for the looks your friends give them, whether they're judging your choices or giggling at how cute they are. One of your friends comments about you not possibly being able to date all of them long term, and the boys roll their eyes. David just replies, "Long term is exactly what we had in mind", and ends up telling you about their vampirism soon after. It was a bit of a shock, but after some time to adjust they were able to convince you it wasn't as bad as you thought. But they knew convincing you to change would be a whole other battle...

Overall, none of the boys really mind that you're girly, but they'll definitely tease you for it

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

[the-hopeless-haze]

Someone You Have to Let In (Being Alive Chapter 7)

A/N: this is another long one - like 5-6k words? IDK! Someone needs to stop me lol. This chapter gave me so much grief so I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of past abuse, suspect gets handsy; par for the course for SVU episode

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Rafael walks up the stairs to the precinct, his pulse racing and his heart pounding in his ears. Even his stomach feels queasy, and he can’t remember the last time he was ever this anxious. Olivia called him at one in the morning, saying she needed him there to talk about where they could get with this case. She never mentioned you - and he knew you were set up to be the thirst trap. Why wouldn’t she say anything about how you were? All he can think is the worst, and of course, she wouldn’t say anything to him. She may have suspected something was going on between the two of you, but she was never going to push his buttons and call him out on it over the phone. But that also meant that if you were hurt... he’d be the last to know. You hadn’t called him on your own, either, so something must have happened.

And sure enough, when he gets to the bullpen you’re at your desk, alone, huddled in a shock blanket, staring listlessly at the walls. Your makeup is done up like a working girl’s, all heavy dark eyeshadow and red lipstick, and he can see peeks of a tight sequined black dress underneath the blanket and torn fishnets on your legs. Eventually, your gaze meets his and you furrow your brow in confusion as he walks quicker toward you.

“What’s the matter with you?” you ask.

“What's the matter with me? (Y/n), what the hell? Why didn’t you call me?” he asks frantically. “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine, Rafael,” you say as he kneels down in front of you. “Be quiet. They’re going to hear you and Sonny’s gonna be back any minute.“

“You think I care about that? What the hell happened?”

“Nothing! I’m fine. Olivia just didn’t want me in the room with him. It’s okay,” you mutter, shrugging. “I’m only wearing the blanket because I’m cold. Nothing happened to me.”

Rafael walks over to you and kneels down in front of you, peeling the blanket off to reveal fresh bruises and scratches, the imprints of another man’s fingertips and nails brandishing the skin of your shoulders. “Nothing happened to you? Bullshit. What’s all over your arms, cariño?”

“He got handsy. What did you think was going to happen? But do you honestly think Olivia would let anything worse than that happen to me? I’m okay,” you say defensively as tears build up in your eyes.

“You don't look okay! Why are you crying, then? (Y/n)--"

“Why are you yelling at me?” you cut him off, your voice straining as you wipe under your eyes with the back of your hands, black streaks of eyeliner smudging onto them. “Jesus Christ. You’re making me feel like I'm the one you're prosecuting. Go do your job. Don’t worry about me.”

But he did worry, now, because you had somehow figured out how to weasel into his life even though the No Vacancy sign was flashing. And it doesn’t even feel like a choice, it feels more like he owes it to you, and he’s honestly not sure how much he likes that. Still, though, he presses his lips to yours and takes off his suit jacket, draping it around your shoulders, giving you something of him to comfort you and put over the wounds someone else caused you. And isn’t that all love is? A healing balm for the pain we’ve been caused?

Rafael swallows thickly. He can’t be bothered to think of that now. He cares about you, but he doesn’t love you. Right?

Okay then.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. Stop crying,” he says, trying to level his voice.

You laugh a little, a few tears still rolling down your cheeks. “Wow. You could teach a class on comfort. Stop crying? Who knew that was all anyone had to say?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know what to do,” he whispers, reaching down and squeezing your hands.

“Hey. You got me to laugh. And anyway... It’s okay. I told you I’m fine.”

You don’t say anything else, and Rafael really doesn’t know what else to do, so he just kisses you, one of his hands leaving yours to smooth down your hair.

“I’m okay,” you whisper against his lips as you pull away. “You weren’t called here because of me. Go do your job.”

“(Y/n)—“

But he’s cut off from continuing because he hears the bullpen office door open and he glances up at you. “I told you Sonny was gonna be back,” you whisper, and your eyes are urging him to go but it’s too late. You’re still wearing his suit jacket and Rafael has your lipstick on his mouth. The unspoken “secret” is going to be spoken now, and fuck it, maybe it’s about time.

“Hey, (y/n), they didn’t have that tea you wanted so I got you a hot chocolate and... oh. I’m sorry. Am I interrupting something?” he says as he walks in, standing in front of your desk with a tray of hot drinks and a bag of pastries.

“No,” you say. “Rafael was just gonna go see what Liv needed.”

“I know that, but I mean...” His blue eyes dart between you and Rafael knowingly and he grins. “Guess you weren’t lying about the boyfriend just so I’d stop trying to set you up with my Fordham buddies.”

“No,” you say, winking at Rafael. “I deserve better than that, anyway. I like ‘em Harvard Law educated.”

Even Rafael has to laugh at that, especially when Carisi rolls his eyes as he puts the food down on his desk. “You got her dogging Fordham now, Barba? She used to be such a nice girl, too.”

“Mm. Rafael made me mean just like him,” you giggle, clearly having too much fun with this. “He’s an awful influence.”

“Well, damn. I guess Amanda was right. I mean, we all kinda figured, but... Amanda would’ve bet her whole life savings that something was going on. Well, good for you guys. You want me to keep my mouth shut, too, or...?”

“Can we trust you to?” you ask.

“Won’t even tell Sarge. Promise.”

“Mm. No. It’s okay, (y/n),” Rafael interjects was he glances at you. “I think it’s time we give up the charade, don’t you?”

“I’ve only been saying that for a good two months,” you tease, but you lean over and press your lips to the side of his mouth. Was this how you were going to be, now that you could show affection in front of them? Maybe this is part of why he wanted it under wraps; he didn’t want the squad to see just how much he had let you into his life. He has a reputation to uphold, and a lot of it was built on the fact that he came off as stoic, stern, and standoffish. And yet, with a simple touch, you destroyed that illusion and made it seem like the front that it was.

“Olivia’s going to be wondering where you are. I’m fine. Go,” you tell him, and he nods, squeezing your hand again before getting up and heading down the hallway to meet her.

The case seemed simple enough, although he needs a positive ID from the rape victims and the suspect wasn’t budging. He kept telling Amanda that you wanted it, and it’s all Rafael can do to not break through the glass and choke him out. And it’s not that Rafael was jealous, because he wasn’t. As long as you wanted him more than others, that was all that mattered, and he knows you’d never want this son of a bitch in a million years. But he’d never quite had the sympathy for upset significant others in these situations until now. Listening to this asshole talk in hypotheticals about what he’d do to you? Thank god you weren’t subjected to listen to this.

“Sorry for waking you up,” Olivia says. “But thank you for coming. I wanted to know what you thought when we brought him in.”

“It’s fine, Liv,” he says. “I don’t sleep anyway. Besides, it’s always good to get ahead. Is (y/n) set to testify? She’s going to need to, considering she was bait and...I know that can be difficult for her. I just want this airtight.”

“She’s just a little shaken right now. Did you talk to her when you came in?”

“Yes. You know what happened to her, though, when she was younger, don’t you? I just don’t think it’s fair to have her be the one who draws the suspects out like that, considering..."

Olivia’s eyes widen and she touches his shoulder, forcing him to look at her worried facial expression. “Did she say something to you? I know she can push herself too far sometimes, but I wouldn’t have allowed this if I thought she wasn’t able to handle it.”

“No. I think she can handle it. I just don’t think she should have to.”

Her hand squeezes his shoulder gently before letting go, and she gives him a tight smile. "I know. It's really sweet that you care so much, though, Rafael. I guess you really do have a soft spot for her, hm?"

"Oh Jesus Christ, Olivia. Just say that you know I've been seeing her outside of work,” he sighs exasperatedly.

Olivia laughs, her brown eyes gleaming. "I was wondering if you were ever going to tell me. Carisi catch you?"

"Maybe."

"So how long? Amanda thinks six months, but I wasn't sure."

Rafael snickers. "You need to keep her on a leash. But no. She's right. It's been about six months."

"Well, good for you, Rafael."

“So what happens now?”

“You take her home.”

“That’s it?”

“Yeah. That’s it.”

“You’re not upset?”

“Upset? Why would I be upset? I think you two are good for each other. You keep her grounded, she keeps you young.”

Rafael scoffs. “Nice armchair psychoanalysis.”

“Is that why you tried to keep it hidden, though? You thought I was going to be upset?”

“I don’t know. I’m a lot older—“

“Not my concern. If she's okay with it, who am I to intervene? She’s not someone I ever pictured you with, but... like I said. You’re good for each other, and I trust you to keep things in line. You have so far.”

“Maybe not, if everyone figured it out."

"Well, you may be careful to a fault, Rafael, but subtlety is not your strong suit."

"Do I want to know what that refers to?"

"Probably not," she says, her brown eyes teasing. "But I was sitting next to you at the bar a few weeks ago and that's when I knew without a shadow of a doubt."

It takes Rafael a minute to think back to what she might be thinking of - so what, he left abruptly? Amanda was the one who got you two in a cab together... and then he remembers his hands between your thighs and your hands between his, and he feels his face flush of its own accord. "I'm sorry--"

"Keep in mind that I have eyes, and this is fine with me, okay?" Olivia laughs. "You might have a tougher time with the D.A., though."

Rafael shrugs, willing his blush to cool down. "I'll deal with it when the time comes.”

Just then, Amanda and Nick come out from the interrogation room, and immediately Amanda’s saying, “Hey, what’s got Barba all flustered? (Y/n) in that dress too much for him?”

Rafael shoots Olivia a glare. “That leash? It needs to be about ten inches shorter.”

Olivia chuckles and looks at Amanda. “Cat’s out of the bag, Amanda. You were right. He just admitted it.”

“Son of a bitch,” Nick sighs. “I can’t believe I’m going to be out $100 for this shit.”

“You actually bet on us?” Rafael asks incredulously. “You two are unbelievable. I thought you weren’t supposed to gamble, Rollins?”

“It’s not gambling when you know you’ll win, is it?” Amanda grins. “Thanks for the $100, Barba.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he snarks.

“You charging him so we can get out of here?” Nick asks.

“Yeah. Attempted assault for now so we can book him,” Rafael says, nodding.

Rafael talks to the suspect’s lawyer and has a conversation that will give him a headache into tomorrow, but there isn’t much to be said when there’s footage of him grabbing you thanks to cameras set up outside the club. And for the first time, he gets to leave the precinct with you without staggering your departure times so the squad didn’t see you leave together. He's surprised at how nice it is, even if he could do without Amanda and Carisi's comments.

“I told you it wouldn’t be so bad if they knew. I honestly don’t think they care as much as you thought they were going to,” you say as you walk with him down the stairs, your hand in his. You’re still clad in his suit jacket, wearing it like it was yours now, even buttoning one of the buttons toward the top.

“Still. It’s not exactly appropriate that we’re seeing each other.”

“Yeah, I know. But thank you for coming around.”

Rafael doesn’t say anything, just hails a cab. You lean your head against his shoulder as you wait, your tousled hair brushing against his lips. “Are you sure you’re alright? I watched the footage and—“

“I’m fine, Rafael. Really. Bruises will heal.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

You’re about to answer but a cab pulls over and you get in wordlessly, Rafael following. He thinks you’re about to continue, but you don’t, you stay silent.

“(Y/n)? Talk to me,” he says gently after a few moments.

You draw in a breath, nodding slowly. “Yeah. I’ll be alright, honey. I mean, I had to expect that would happen. This is what happens when you’re the youngest female detective on the squad... and... let’s just say I look forward to getting older.”

“They can’t force you to go undercover like that. I can talk to—“

“No. You’re not talking to anyone for me, tough guy,” you say, smiling softly. “It’s not like that. I offered. I hate doing it, but...whenever I do, I just think about how I’m going to get away practically unscathed because I have a whole team of detectives watching out for me. What about all those girls who don’t have that? I’m doing it for them, so we get these pieces of shit off the street. It’s just... what gets to you is them looking at you like another piece of meat. That’s what haunts me, that’s what’s going to keep me up at night... but I’m okay.”

“It doesn’t sound like it! Jesus Christ.”

“It was worse doing it for homicide in Boston, looking into eyes that envisioned you dead,” you say, and Rafael feels a shiver run up his spine. “Believe me. I’ve had worse nights.”

“I just don’t think you should be doing it at all, though, given what happened to you—“

“It’s part of the job. It’s not the same. I expected this,” you murmur, and you’re silent for the rest of the ride, and you’re silent as you walk up to the apartment with him, and you’re silent as you take your makeup off in his bathroom, sullen tears slipping from your eyes down your cheeks. Rafael stands in the doorway, feeling that pit in his stomach grow stronger.

“Cariño? Why are you crying? Did I push you too far? I’m sorry.” He walks in, coming to stand next to you.

“It’s... the rape. Sometimes I still feel like I’ll never get over it.”

“Oh, bebita,” he exhales, his heart breaking a little, you seeping in through the cracks. In his career, he dealt with many victims of horrible things, men and women of similar circumstances to yours. He never quite thought about what happened to them after he prosecuted their rapists, never thought of the havoc it could wreak even decades later, and now he feels terrible for it. Who was he to think his prosecution of their rapists did anything more than placate them momentarily? “Did I do something wrong? I shouldn’t have brought it up. I’m sorry.”

“No. It’s not you. You’ve been so good,” you say, wiping your eyes with the tissue, a few leftover streaks of mascara bleeding onto it. “I don’t know. I was always told I’d never be a detective by my superiors in the academy, that I’d be stuck doing desk work because I was ‘too emotional’ or ‘too damaged’. I lasted a week in the Crimes Against Children Unit in Boston. A fucking week! The only reason I ever made it out onto the field was because the homicide lieutenant was desperate for staff. He would alternate between keeping the training wheels on and then taking them off, and it was just sickening. I never felt like a real detective. And here, I mean... Olivia’s like that too, kind of, but at least she only makes me step back when it is absolutely necessary. I don’t know. Maybe I shouldn’t have been a detective. It would’ve been nice to have one part of my life this didn’t touch.”

“Come here,” Rafael says quietly, because he doesn’t know what else to say, and he lets you into his embrace, hugging you tightly into his chest. “You’re a great detective, and I’m not just saying that, (y/n). But you don’t have to do this to do your job. I don’t see Carisi wearing skintight dresses and I don’t see him with bruises up and down his arms, and he still gets paid the same as you.”

“Mm, Sonny in a skintight dress? That’d be something to see,” you giggle. “But I told you why I do this. It’s not just because I want to prove myself to the NYPD, it’s to protect those girls—“

“Okay. That’s admirable. But you’re paying for it now. And who’s protecting you?” You lift your head from his chest to look at him incredulously; as if he just figured out the world’s most complex math problem, and maybe he did just figure out one of your enigmas. “Let’s get you out of this dress, hmm?”

“I don’t want to have sex tonight,” you murmur. “Sorry—“

“That isn’t what I meant,” he says quietly. “Don’t apologize to me.”

“Oh?” you ask, your brow furrowing even more. “I thought—“

"No. Come on."

And it's quiet as he unzips your dress, as you slip one of his shirts over his head, as both of you brush your teeth before heading to bed. Rafael thinks you fell asleep as you're still silent for a few moments, staying stiff on your side of the bed, but you turn over and say, "Thank you, Rafi."

"For what?"

"For being so understanding. For being here, you know?" you say, pressing your lips to his. "I don't like to bring up my exes, but a lot of them just didn't get it and they just made me feel like I was never gonna be normal."

Rafael pulls you into his chest, kissing the top of your head. "You deserve so much better than that," he says, all too aware of how hollow that statement is. Of course you did. But was he really that much better? And did you love those exes? Was that all you were destined for, loving men who would never let you into their lives? You'd probably picked the most emotionally unavailable man on the block this time. But he wants to let you in, needs to, even if it terrifies him. He does care about you that much, and you had weaseled your way into most aspects of his life.

Still, though, there was a huge part of his life you hadn’t been introduced to: his Mami.

He has to let you meet her. You’ve been asking, maybe even practically begging, and he has to now. There’s a list of men and women he slept with that his mother never met, and maybe that’s a sin, maybe that’s what will send him to hell, because yes, maybe those rules about abstaining from sex before marriage are antiquated, but at least your mother should meet her, preferably before you bang her. He was too late for before, now, but you have to at some point.

The problem was that he hadn't mentioned you to his mother at all.

"Six months, Rafael Eduardo Barba, six months, you been taking this girl out on dates, you been buying her dinners, having her over your apartment, sleeping with her, and you don't have the decency to tell your mother? Ay, what is she like? Is she bonita? Is she inteligente? Oh, Rafa, is she Catholic?" His mother's phone tangent almost never ended. She wanted to know everything about you down to your social security number. Part of it was probably due to the fact that he hadn't introduced anyone to his mother in at least three years, maybe five, and she hated the last woman with a passion. God, Rafael barely remembered her name now, and he thinks Alex set him up with her.

He almost thought his mother passed out when he told her how old you were. But then, of course, she said it was a sign from God and that you were going to give her at least three grandchildren, preferably five. It was always one of Lucia Barba’s biggest regrets that she only had one child, having grown up with seven siblings, but Rafael always saw it as a blessing in disguise. His father didn’t need any more targets.

God, that phone call was hell. But he has to let you into his family life, so... it was going out to dinner with his mother on a Wednesday night.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” He asks you at dinner while you’re waiting for his mother to show up.

You smile. “We’ll see.”

“Not really fair.”

“My parents are miles away. Your mother is a cab ride away. It’s really not fair that I haven’t met her yet.”

“You use up all your vacation days to go see your brother. You could’ve taken me to meet them any of those times. You’ve gone at least three times since we’ve started dating.”

“Well. You’re always busy when I go.”

“I can ask for time off, (y/n),” he says, but that thought is left on hold as his mother walks in the restaurant, heading straight for their table. He smiles when he sees her, getting up and hugging her and kissing her cheek.

You get up too, scooting out of the booth behind Rafael. You shake her hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you, Mrs. Barba. I’m (Y/n).”

“Si, it’s nice to meet you too, sweetheart. You can call me Lucia. So. How did you meet my boy?"

“Work,” you say, sliding back into the booth before Rafael. “He works with the squad I’m on.”

“Yes. Special victims unit. Tough job. You must be a tough woman,” she says, sympathetically. “Now...You’re a lot younger than my boy,” she says after a few minutes and Rafael almost slams the table and walks out. God, he loves his mother but this wasn’t what he wanted to talk about.

“What is it, 15 years, give or take?” you ask, turning to Rafael.

“Seventeen,” he murmurs, feeling sick. He’s never felt so old. There was his mother, who had him at seventeen years old. What the hell did she actually think about him being with you?

“Do your parents know how old he is?” Mami asks.

You nod, which surprises him. He didn’t know you’d had that conversation. “He hasn’t met them yet, though.”

“Ay, at least you have a good excuse. They live away. You know, I haven’t met anyone in a few years. Rafa’s been a priest. Or didn’t like them enough to bring them to me. You must be special.”

Thankfully, the waiter comes over, takes everyone’s order, and Rafael is able to rein the conversation in a little, talk about work, the weather, anything other than the topics his Mami was particularly drawn to. You ask about his abuelita, and his mother frowns.

“She doesn’t get out much these days. We’re worried about her health.”

“She should be in a nursing home,” Rafael says, pursing his lips. “She’s stubborn, though.”

“Let her have one more Thanksgiving and Christmas at home, Rafa,” Mami says. “We can talk about that next year.”

“I’d love to meet her,” you say. “Rafael talks highly of her.”

“Ay, she raised him the days I couldn’t. We both owe her so much,” she says, her eyes welling up. “When’s the next time you’re free during the day? Come with Rafa and me and being her groceries. She really never gets to meet Rafa’s girlfriends.”

“I’d love to,” you say, smiling brightly.

"You know, Rafa tells me you cook. You want some recipes?" She asks you. "I've always wanted to pass down abuelita's recipes, but Rafael can barely make rice, and he's never had a girlfriend who could cook either, far as I know."

"I'd love them, thank you! Rafael's always asking if I know how to make Cuban recipes, but I don't."

"Rafael eats too much takeout. I worry about his blood pressure," his mother says.

"That's what I tell him!" you say and Rafael rolls his eyes. Of course his mother would find something to gang up with you on against him. Traitor.

His mother gets a cab, and leaves you and Rafael alone on the street. “Do you think she likes me?”

Rafael laughs, hugging you. “Yes. She wouldn’t give recipes to just anyone, believe me. It’d be hard to dislike you, cariño.” He lets you go, taking your hand in his as you walk down the street toward your apartment a few blocks away.

“Really? Because you hated me when we first met.”

“No, I didn’t. Why are you saying that?”

“You sure didn’t seem like you liked me.”

“I did. I always did.”

“Even when I told you off?”

“Mm. What did you say to me? No woman wants anything to do with me?”

“I guess I might’ve been wrong?”

“You think? I got you to stick around.”

“Hey. It’s been six months. Don’t get cocky. Anyone can do six months.”

He doesn’t say anything, just squeezes your hand. He hadn’t put in over six months with anyone in well, about six years. So maybe not anyone could, but he'd let you in, and you were staying, weren’t you?

“I like her. I see where you got a lot of things from.”

“Really? Everyone used to say I look like my father.”

“I don’t mean you look like her, I mean you act like her.”

“Oh,” Rafael says, pondering on that for a moment. Maybe he could handle looking into his father’s face in the mirror if his mother’s values were truly behind it. “When do I meet your parents?”

“Christmas?”

“Why not Thanksgiving?”

“Too soon.”

“How is that fair? And it’s two months away.”

“Fine,” you grumble. “Thanksgiving. All they do when they’re in the same room is fight. I’m not really looking forward to you seeing that.”

Rafael laughs. “Looks like I won’t get in a word in edgewise. Perfect first impression: they won’t even notice me.”

You chuckle. “They care. They’re good parents. But they shouldn’t have had children together, that’s a certainty."

——

His mother calls him that night, a few moments after he gets back to his apartment. “Mami, what are you still doing up?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about that girl?” she asks.

“What?”

“You heard me, Rafael. Don’t play stupid with me, not anymore.”

Rafael sighs. “I just didn’t. I’ve been meaning to.”

“You’re my son. I know when you lie to me. There’s a reason you kept her from me.”

“Mami, I’m 43,” he says heavily.

“I know how old you are, I was there the day you were born. You give me a good reason now, Rafael. Because I don’t understand it. She’s smart, she’s beautiful. She has a good job. I can tell she cares about you. Why did you think I wouldn’t like her?”

Rafael laughs, smiling against his phone. “I knew you’d like her. That’s why I haven’t mentioned her.”

“Ay, Rafael, you make no sense.”

“Yes. I’m aware.”

“So explain to your poor madre!”

“I didn’t want to get your hopes up,” he says softly.

“What? My hopes up for what?”

“Don’t make me say it,” he whispers.

“No. You say it, Rafael. Tell me so I don’t make any mistake.”

“I didn’t want you to get your hopes up in case I don’t end up marrying her!” The words hurt as they leave his mouth, turning around and stabbing him in the chest.

“But you did introduce me to her.”

And that’s where Rafael realizes his mistake.

“Do you want to marry this girl, Rafael?”

“I... I don’t know. You know how I feel about that—“

“Hmm. So you give me false hope anyway.”

“I care about her a lot, Mami.”

“But do you care about her enough?”

Well, that was the question, wasn’t it? He doesn’t know the answer. You two could never be perfect; could never be the ideal he had in his head because ideals weren’t real. Fairy tale romances didn't exist. So why try? Why get married, get tied down? Why not just keep a distance? You didn’t need to live with him, you didn’t need to take his last name, you didn’t need to have his children. You could just keep him company when he was lonely, and you could leave when he wasn't. And even now - you went back to sleep at your apartment because you had to wake up early the next morning to run with Amanda before work, and he had work to do tonight, and this way you didn't disturb him. It was just easier this way.

Right?

Maybe you didn’t want to get married at all, much less to an old man like him. You were still young, and you had years to settle down and figure things out.

Why was he hesitating? Men like him didn’t get women like you every day, and maybe that’s why men buy rings and ask for signatures on binding documents, he realizes with disgust. It’s why his father did it - his father was a decade older than his mother and he knocked her up and trapped her to a lifetime of suffering before she was legally able to vote or drink. Rafael didn’t want to be like that- you should feel free to leave him without worrying about divorce papers or the wrath of God.

Okay then.

If he could only have the good parts, it'd be fine. Waking up with you in the morning, your homecooked dinners that pull him away from his work just when he's getting fed up, the teasing that drives him up the wall but eases the tension in his shoulders... it's just, when you get upset and cry too much, when he's genuinely trying to work and you want to make out... and, oh, god, when you see him, when you just look at him and act like you know everything he's been through for the past four decades... It's too much. He doesn't want all of that.

Right?

Okay then.

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Fanatics 86

Pepito has an awkward family get-together.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

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Rebirth of the Antichrist

           Pepito hurries around the house, straightening things up, making sure everything looks clean. When that’s all done, he sits on the couch, constantly checking the time as his leg bounces impatiently.

           This is the first time in weeks he and Squee will be alone together. Just the two of them. Alone. In his house.

           He giggles like a schoolgirl. He’s so excited.

           There’s a knock on the door. Pepito leaps to his feet and throws it open. His big smile quickly falls into a look of disappointment.

           Standing on the front step is an unfamiliar teenage girl. She’s wearing a black and pink striped beanie over her long black hair, a spiked leather jacket over a punk band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and knee-high black boots. She’s also wearing black lipstick and eyeshadow. She smiles brightly at Pepito.

           “Um…can I…help you…?” he questions.

           “It’s nice to meet you, Pepito,” she says, “I’m Olivia; your sister.”            “My…what?” he exclaims, “I don’t have a sister!”

           “Well, half-sister, if you wanna be technical,” she clarifies, “I’ve been wanting to meet you for a long time.”

           “I’ve never heard of a half-sister before,” Pepito mutters in confusion.

         “I didn’t know about you either until not long ago,” Olivia says, “our dad is pretty secretive.”            “Our…dad…?” he questions and looks at her fearfully. “So…so that means-!”

           For a brief second, Pepito sees Olivia’s right eye light up red. Then a knife swings at her from behind. She lifts her hand and blocks the blade with ease.          

           “Squee!” Pepito gasps.

           Olivia looks over her shoulder, still holding the knife, and grins darkly at Squee, who glares back.

           “How rude of you to attack an innocent girl on the street,” she remarks.

           “No ‘innocent girl’ would be able to block my knife with their bare hand,” Squee retorts, “besides, I could sense your blood lust a block away.”      

           Olivia grunts with amusement and lets go of the blade. Squee points it at her threateningly. “Who are you?”

           “Olivia Diablo,” she states, “I already know you, Squee C. Or as you used to be known, Todd Casil.”

           Squee flinches like he had been slapped.

           Olivia smiles warmly and looks back at Pepito. “It was nice meeting you, big brother. I’ll see you around.”

           With that, she slips past Squee and skips down the road. Pepito and Squee glare after her, irked and nonplussed.

           “My…half-sister?” Pepito questions, “is she for real?”

           “I don’t know,” Squee replies, “but I know how we can find out.”

           He lifts his knife, the blade lightly covered in blood.

           A little while later, the Battalion is gathered in Zim’s lab. The Computer scans the blood on Squee’s knife and a bunch of information pops up on the big screen, including a school picture of the girl.

           “Amazing what you can learn from just a little bit of DNA,” Dib remarks.

           “DNA matches Pepito,” Zim reads.

           “How do you have my DNA?” Pepito questions suspiciously.

           “Questions!” Zim scoffs dismissively, “what’s more important is we learn who this girl is.”

           “Her legal name really is Olivia Diablo,” Squee reads off the screen. “She goes to school at Burnwood High in the South End. She’s fifteen, three years younger than us.”

           “Other than the fact that she’s the daughter of Satan, she seems like a normal girl,” Gaz comments.

           “So should we be worried?” Tak asks.

           “Definitely,” Squee replies, “I sensed nothing good from her.”

           “Okay, but, she is like…related to Satan,” Dib points out.

           “So is Pepito.”

           “But wouldn’t your senses toward him be kind of...biased?” Gaz questions.

           “That’s not…I mean…I’m not…he’s…” Squee stammers before huffing. “Look, she’s evil okay!”

           “Well, you know I’m not one to question your instincts, Squee,” Dib says, “but we really have no proof yet.”

           “But we have no proof she isn’t evil either,” Zim points out, “so everyone, keep your guard up. She knew Squee’s old name. Who knows what else she knows.”            The others nod affirmatively.

           Later, Dib drops everyone off at their homes with the Epic. Pepito walks up to his house and opens the door, sighing exhaustedly.

           “Hi, sweetie,” his mom, Rose, says.

           “Hi, Mo-AH!” Pepito exclaims with surprise when he sees Senor Diablo and Olivia sitting with her in the living room.

           “Hello, son,” Senor Diablo greets.

           “Hey, big brother,” Olivia grins.

           “Wha-you’re-why,” Pepito stammers with bewilderment. Then he awkwardly clears his throat and points to the kitchen. “Mom, can I talk to you?”

          Rose stands up and follows him out of the room. He faces her and points accusingly at Olivia. “Why!”

           “You’ve met her already?” Rose asks with surprise.

           “She showed up earlier,” he pouts, “ruined my date with Squee…”            “Your father just brought her over about an hour ago so we could meet her,” she clarifies.

           “You’re seriously okay with this?” Pepito asks, “look at her! She’s only like three years younger than me. That means she was born when you and Dad were still together.”

           “Whatever happened before doesn’t matter now; we’re already divorced,” Rose replies, “and I can’t be angry at her for having been born.”            “I guess,” he grunts, “but I don’t trust her.”

           “Now, now,” he tuts, “you just met her. So let’s be friendly and polite and have a nice visit, okay?”

           Pepito groans but follows her back into the living room. They sit on the couch with Olivia while Senor Diablo is in the easy chair.

           “So, Pepito, it’s been a while since we’ve talked,” Diablo says, “how are your powers developing?”

           “I haven’t seen anything new,” Pepito replies.

           “Have you been practicing?”

           “Not really. I’m quite happy with where they are right now.”

           “He’d prefer to practice his guitar than his unique powers,” Olivia remarks.

           Pepito side-eyes her with annoyance. “And what about you, Olivia? Do you have powers?”

           “I do,” she beams proudly, “Dad has been helping me develop them the last couple of years. Do you wanna compare?”

           “No thanks,” he replies curtly.

           “So the two of you are living together then?” Rose asks.

           “Yes,” Diablo replies, “I recently took Olivia under my wing. She was meant as a back-up plan after all, and since Pepito doesn’t wanna to fulfil his destiny, than perhaps Olivia shall.”

           “Yeah, that’s a great way to think of your children,” Pepito murmurs and stands up. “Um, will you please excuse me?”

           He exits the room and goes upstairs to his bedroom. As he closes the door, he grabs his cellphone and calls Squee.

           “Hello?” Squee answers.

           “I am literally in Hell,” Pepito says, “no, actually, I wish was in Hell. That would be more bearable than whatever is going on in my living room right now.”            “What’s wrong?” Squee asks wearily.

           “Dad brought over Olivia and now we’re all having some kind of family get-together,” he explains, “I think I am actually suffocating on the awkwardness. You gotta help me.”

           “What do you want me to do?”

           “Give me a reason to leave.”

           “What do you want me to say? Can’t you come up with something?”

           “Uuuuhhhhh,” Pepito groans as he strains his brain. “Oh, I know! I never did finish that science essay.”

           “What, are you serious?” Squee scoffs, “that’s due tomorrow.”

           “Perfect,” Pepito chimes, “I’ll tell Mom I need your help to finish it and get the hell out of here.”            “Aw, jeez,” he groans, “alright, come over.”

           “Yes! Be there soon.” Pepito hangs up and grabs his school bag before hurrying back downstairs. “Uh, Mom? I just remembered I have an assignment due tomorrow and Squee’s gotta help me, so I need to go.”

           “Oh, Pepito,” she sighs disappointedly, “alright, go ahead.”

           “Thanks, sorry, bye!” he waves happily as he rushes out the door. Olivia stares after him, unimpressed.

           Pepito hurries through the streets to Squee’s house. When he gets there, he sees him and Colton sitting on the curb. Pepito sits on the other side of Squee, grinning happily. “Sup, boys.”

           “Hey. Squee says you have sister now?” Colton questions.

           “Yeah, apparently I’ve had one for like fifteen years,” Pepito shrugs.

           “Ain’t that just the way,” he remarks.

           “Already, enough chatter,” Squee orders and points out at Pepito. “Seriously, finish your essay.”

         “Yeah, yeah,” Pepito nods as he takes out his notebook. “I mean, I have to start it to finish…”

           “God dammit, Pepito.”

           “Yes, god dammit, Pepito.”

           The boys look down the street at the voice, to see Olivia standing there.

           “What are you doing here?” Squee asks accusingly.

           “Is that her?” Colton questions, “she’s cute.”

           Pepito smacks his arm. “What?” Colton whines.

           “That’s still my sister,” Pepito snaps.

           “How sweet,” Olivia comments, “but I wanna make one thing clear. I haven’t decided to enter your life so we can have a loving sibling relationship. I only have one goal in mind. Your destruction.”

           “I mean, that’s just siblings,” Colton remarks.

           Olivia points her hand at them and it begins to glow black. Squee and Pepito grab Colton and dive out of the way just as she blasts an orb of energy at them.

           “Whoa!” Colton squeaks.

           “Colton, go inside,” Pepito demands.

           “Yup,” he nods and scurries into his house.

           “I wanna go inside too,” Squee groans exhaustedly.

           “Pepito, you have squandered the gift from our father,” Olivia states, “you have given up your destiny and chosen to become a rock star. You’re a disgrace to the name ‘Antichrist’.”

           “Destiny’s bullshit!” Pepito snaps, “I don’t know what Dad has said to you, but he’s brainwashed you! My life is my own and so is yours!”

           “You wanna know what Dad said?” she barks, “he told me to leave you alone!”

           “He said that?” he questions with disbelief.

           “Yes, but I disagreed,” she continues, “because unlike you, I view our powers as a gift and the fact that you barely use a fraction of yours to ‘protect the world’ is insulting. That’s why I decided to destroy you and your Battalion and then drench this world in darkness, as is my destiny!”      

           Olivia pulls off her beanie, revealing two small, black horns. They quickly grow in length to about two feet long as she throws off her jacket and black and red demon wings sprout from her back. She takes to the sky and points dramatically at Pepito and Squee.

           “Prepare yourselves and your friends!” she shouts, “for the true power of the Antichrist!”

           As she points her hands at the ground, the road splits open into a burning red chasm. She flies into it and it seals back up behind her, leaving Pepito and Squee staring at the road in bewilderment.

           “I told you she was evil,” Squee says.

           “It’s not like I didn’t believe you,” Pepito replies.

---

           Olivia strolls through the corridors of Senor Diablo’s mansion in Hell, to her bedroom. Inside is her computer displaying all of her surveillance footage and information on the Battalion and sitting in the corner is Carcas. He looks up at her as she sits at her desk.

           “So you revealed yourself to the Battalion,” he says, “now do we strike?”

           “That was just to stoke the flames a little,” Olivia explains, “we still need that artifact.”

           “So why can’t you get it?”

           “The Battalion is easy enough to handle. The problem is these three.” She displays a picture on screen of Johnny, Devi, and Tenna.

           “I know him,” Carcas growls.

           “They’re real wild cards,” Olivia comments, “if I wanna be sure to get that artifact without issue, I need to thoroughly distract the Battalion and these three.”            “I assume you have a plan?” he questions.

           Olivia grins as she faces him. “Carcas, are you familiar with the Multiverse Theory?”

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Inside Lili Reinhart's Launch Party for Covergirl's Clean Beauty Collection

The actress speaks to The Hollywood Reporter about doing her own makeup on 'Riverdale,' as well as her experience as EP and star of 'Chemical Hearts': "It was time for people to see me in a different light."

Lili Reinhart is getting behind clean beauty. A Covergirl ambassador since October, Reinhart celebrated her first campaign on Thursday with a launch party of Covergirl's Clean Fresh line at Rolling Greens nursery in downtown Los Angeles.

The brand tapped her as the face of the collection, which includes vegan highlighters, blushes, foundations and lip oils formulated without parabens, sulfates, formaldehyde, talc, fragrances and phthalates.

"It's just walking art, living art," says the Riverdale and Hustlers actress of the power of makeup. "You can do whatever the hell you want to your face."

Covergirl — which is under Kylie Cosmetics majority owner Coty — joins other beauty labels in the clean beauty realm. Several stars-turned-entrepreneurs have put their weight behind the movement, including Jessica Alba, Victoria Beckham and Miranda Kerr, who promote more natural or safer ingredients in their respective beauty empires.

At the outdoor event on Thursday, Reinhart chatted with Euphoria actress Sydney Sweeney, both in pink ensembles. The Instagram-ready guests enjoyed fresh coconuts branded with "Covergirl"; butternut squash and coconut garlic creme pizza; and an edible garden featuring puffed wild rice "soil" with black olive and breadcrumbs, seasonal baby vegetables, mini jewel lettuce heads and housemade ranch dressing. On the drink menu was a watermelon fresh cooler, fresh pressed juices and the "Easy Breezy Rosé," of course.

Also on hand was a plant-decorating bar, where attendees received a potted aloe plant and filled the pot with quartz stones, pink sand and colorful moss to fit the au naturale theme of the makeup collection.

Ahead of party, Reinhart (who has previously repped Dermalogica) sat down with The Hollywood Reporter to discuss her work onscreen, in the makeup chair, as an executive producer and as a brand ambassador.

Why did you want to partner with Covergirl?

When the opportunity presented itself, I of course was thrilled. More people congratulated me on Covergirl than anything else. They were like, 'Oh my God, you're a Covergirl? That's incredible.' It was always a strange experience when people congratulated me because it was humbling, like, 'Wow this is a big deal.' I love Covergirl having their first male spokesperson, James Charles. It felt like Covergirl is such an inclusive brand when it comes to that and that's incredibly important.

Why is clean beauty important to you and what's your journey been like learning about the benefits?

I wasn't aware that clean beauty was even a category. It's so crazy to think that that exists, and then the opposite exists. There's obviously products out there that have a lot of stuff going on in them. Consumers are smart and they're paying attention to what they're putting on their faces, as they should be.

It's a lot harder to get away with producing low-quality products. A lot of people think of a vegan line as being very top dollar, and so the fact that Covergirl has found a way to make it extremely affordable is really admirable and cool. It's important that people have access to that. I wasn't too familiar with it until this line.

Patrick Ta (the makeup artist to Gigi Hadid and Olivia Munn) worked with you for the shoot. What was that experience like?

It was my first time working with him. It was great. I've never seen my brows look so good. I was like, 'Damn.' He used these makeup sponges from Japan or Korea. They were the softest makeup sponges I've ever used in my life. Of course you can only get them in Asia so I'm like, 'Guess I'm going to have to go to Asia and get some sponges!'

Your Riverdale co-star Madelaine Petsch said she does some of her own makeup on the show. You do as well?

I started to do my own makeup just out of comfort, when I would go to set in the morning. I love makeup sponges and I love the way they feel on my face and I was like, 'I wanna do it!' So I started doing my own foundation and I started doing everything. I've always enjoyed doing makeup. It was a very meditative thing to do in the morning. Because I'm not a morning person, it became a very easy way for me to just zone out and do my own thing.

I've experienced, over the last few years, makeup artists who really don't know my face and they try to make me look like something that I'm not. It gives me less anxiety to it myself and know that I'm going to look the way that I want to look.

How is Betty's makeup different than your own, besides being heavier for the camera?

It is heavier. Betty is natural, but because you're on a camera [there's] definitely more makeup involved. I do more eyeshadow for Betty than I do. I really don't wear eyeshadow unless I'm going out or it's a particular event that I'm doing. In my day-to-day, I wear very minimal makeup, but for Betty it's a process. You got the whole bronzer and highlighter and liner. I'm much more basic.

So how long does it take you to do Betty's makeup?

Like 30 minutes. I used to be 45, but I don't have the patience anymore. I'm just like do it, do it, do it, fast. In my real life, I only take like five minutes to do makeup. I use Clean Fresh Skin Milk Foundation, I put on the back of my hand, I put a sponge in it. I put it all over, do my brows and then my Covergirl Exhibitionist mascara and my lip balm.

What beauty tips have you learned from various makeup artists you've worked with?

I've learned a lot about what products to use — what works for me and what doesn't. I've enjoyed using more colorful eyeshadows over the last year. People in general are being more playful with the colors that they're using on their face, especially their eyes. It's been a very experimental time in makeup right now.

What trends are you loving on the red carpet this awards season?

The makeup on the runway has become such a thing now. Like Valentino did a collection where girls had [feathers] on their eyes [by Pat McGrath]. I was like, 'Oh my God.' It's just so beautiful and so dreamy. It's just walking art, living art. Makeup really is a way to just — it's like a blank canvas everyday. You can do whatever the hell you want to your face. I think that's awesome.

Sounds like you have an admiration for Fashion Week?

I do, I definitely do. I don't have time [to go] because I'm usually filming, but I do enjoy Fashion Week and I like fashion. I'm wearing Valentino today.

Well speaking of filming, your Amazon film Chemical Hearts wrapped. What's a big takeaway there for you?

One of the best filming experiences I've ever had to be honest, because I was an executive producer on it as well. I worked so closely with the director [Richard Tanne] for months beforehand and got to help with the casting process and I just think it was a script and a story that meant a lot to me.

It was based off of a book, so I read the book first and fell in love with the book. It's a bit of a melancholy movie. It's not like your average teen love story movie. It's not funny. It's almost like a teenage Blue Valentine in a way, if I want to toot my own horn. I loved working on it. It's very different from Riverdale and it was time for people to see me in a different light.

What was the appeal of stepping into that executive producer role?

That came into effect with the post-production and pre-production. I was very involved in the script and the casting, and then also for post-production, I have been involved in seeing different cuts of the film and giving my opinions on 'Does this work? Does this not work?'

Having my opinion actually matter and having Amazon executives listen to me and the director really take what I'm saying seriously, it definitely makes me want to be a producer on more things in the future. I really loved wearing that hat as an executive producer, so [I] definitely would do it again. It's a lot of work, I didn't realize, but I like having control. I like being in charge of things and having my opinion count for something.  

source: Hollywoodreporter

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a week at aunt olivia and uncle leo’s [final part]

Part Four if you want to catch up

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Day 6 

Olivia sat at her dressing table and focused on applying her red Chanel lipstick. She painted her lips slowly, trying to work out if she should go for eye makeup or if a statement red lip was all she needed. 

She became acutely aware of her god-daughter who was perched on the edge of her bed, staring at her. 

Olivia turned. ‘Babe, it’s rude to stare at people.’

Lily blushed and wrung her hands together. ‘You look pretty.’ 

Olivia smiled and put the lipstick away. ‘Shall I go for dark eye makeup or something different?’ she asked. She knew Lily loved make-up and dressing up - hell, she had helped the little girl dress up like Carrie Bradshaw from Sex and the City - so she had a feeling that asking Lily for her opinion would mean a lot to her.

Not that Olivia was catching feelings or anything. 

Lily’s eyes lit up and she rushed over to the dressing table. Her eyebrows furrowed together as her small hands brushed along Olivia’s products, concentrating on picking the right choice. She pointed to a little eyeshadow compact that consisted of pink and rose gold tones. ‘That one.’

Olivia wrinkled her nose. She didn’t realise she had colours that were so.. Girly. Maybe this compact came free in a magazine and she had kept it without thinking. She looked down at Lily who was smiling, her finger stroking the compact.  Olivia’s heart tugged. 

‘Good choice,’ she said. ‘Wanna help me?’

Lily nodded and Olivia took out an eyeshadow brush. Lily took it from her and carefully applied a rose gold tone to the brush. Olivia closed her eyes and the four year old began to sweep the brush gently. 

‘Don’t prod me in the eye now,’ Olivia warned. 

Lily giggled. ‘I won’t.’

Lily finished the first eye and started on the second. She chewed her lip in concentration, eager to do a good job. She was already a little perfectionist. 

‘Do you do this for your mom?’ Olivia asked. ‘You’re very gentle.’

‘Sometimes,’ Lily told her. ‘It’s fun.’ 

Olivia was surprised that a four year old could do this without causing any injury. Clearly, Lily and Camille did this a lot. When Lily stopped, Olivia opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. The eyeshadow was a little more sparkly than she would have liked, but it was a nice colour. 

‘You should be a makeup artist when you’re older babe,’ Olivia said seriously, examining her reflection closely.  ‘You could put makeup on people and get money for it.’

Lily’s eyes widened. ‘You can do that?!’

Olivia nodded and stifled a laugh at the excitement on Lily’s face. Lily looked at the compact again and stroked it - clearly, this was her favourite. 

‘Want me to put some on you?’ Olivia asked without thinking. Lily blushed and Olivia took that to be a yes. 

Olivia applied the rose gold eyeshadow to Lily’s eyes and then chose a peach blusher for added fun. ‘You have to look your best for the pizza party after all,’ Olivia reasoned. ‘Milo’s going to be there.’

Lily’s cheeks turned red against the blusher. 

When Olivia finished, she went through to the dressing room to pick an outfit. She settled on her usual uniform of black leather trousers, red top and boots, thinking that rose gold eyeshadow was enough of a change for today. 

When she came back into the room, she saw Lily had seized the moment and applied the red Chanel lipstick. Unlike her eyeshadow technique, her lipstick application wasn’t great. She looked like a clown. 

‘Babe, your lipstick is a little messy,’ Olivia said delicately. Lily cast her eyes down. 

‘I wanted to look like you,’ she mumbled.

Olivia sighed and gestured for Lily to sit down. She then grabbed makeup wipes and began to clean away the mess around Lily’s mouth and fixed the lipstick until Lily looked presentable. 

‘Little tip,’ Olivia said sternly. ‘Always start at the middle of your upper lip and work outwards.’ 

She couldn’t believe she was coaching a little girl about lipstick but if this was the stuff she could teach, then so be it. When Lily was older, Olivia would move onto the important life lessons, like knife throwing.

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Because Lily was wearing makeup, she decided she wanted to go all out with her outfit for the pizza party. Olivia could already tell that she was going to be all about the glamour when she was older. 

‘This one?’ Olivia asked, holding up a blue dress. Lily shook her head. ‘No.’

‘This one?’

‘No.’

‘Babe, give me some clues here. What colour do you want?’

Lily looked through the wardrobe where her clothes hung. Even though she was only staying at Olivia and Leo’s for a week, she had packed a ton of clothes. Camille had apologised in advance but explained to Olivia, ‘She loves fashion shows.’

‘This one!’ Lily squealed, pulling out a pink velvet dress with silver embroidered stars. Olivia took it off the hanger and helped Lily put it on, careful to avoid her makeup staining the material. 

‘There, you look gorgeous,’ Olivia told her. 

‘I want to show Uncle Leo,’ Lily said. She loved it when she showed Leo her outfits because he always reacted like she was the most amazing thing he had ever seen. 

They trooped downstairs to find Leo sat watching football on the TV. ‘Uncle Leo, look!’

Leo looked over and his mouth dropped open, exactly as predicted. ‘Well, look at you!’ he cried, watching as Lily skipped over to him. ‘You look beautiful! A little star!’

‘Do you like stars?’ Lily asked. 

‘I love them,’ Leo said solemnly. ‘And they’re all over your dress!’ 

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Milo was dropped off for Lily’s pizza party. It was a small pizza party with only her, Milo, Leo and Olivia in attendance but Lily didn’t care; she loved pizza, she loved parties and she was excited.  Without her knowledge, Leo had gone out to the store to pick up pizza ingredients. Lily was expecting them to just order pizza but Leo decided that as this was her last full day with him and Liv, she deserved a special treat. 

‘We’re gonna make our own pizzas!’ Leo hollered as he led everyone into the kitchen. Milo was holding Lily’s hand; he was a little shy and holding her hand made him feel safe. Lily knew this and was happy to offer her protective services.

Olivia groaned. ‘The kitchen’s going to be such a mess-’

‘Ah ah!’ Leo scolded, holding up a hand. ‘There is no place for negativity here!’

Olivia rolled her eyes and went to the fridge to pour herself a glass of wine. She needed alcohol. When she sat down at the kitchen table, she watched Leo open his laptop and scroll, before the opening bars of That’s Amore by Dean Martin began to echo around the room. 

Leo set out four dough bases on the table. ‘Milo, there’s some meaty things on the kitchen counter, can you help put them on the table?’ he called out. ‘Lily, there’s cheese as well, bring it over.’ 

The two kids picked up their ingredients and set them out on the table in front of Olivia, giggling as they did so. Olivia was staring at Leo with the look of death in her eyes. Leo smirked. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘I’m surrounded by carbs and you’re playing terrible music,’ Olivia said dryly. ‘That’s what’s wrong.’ 

Leo shot her a lazy grin and moved to take her hands. Before she could stop him, he pulled her to her feet and twirled her around. ‘You mean you don’t like Deano?’ Leo asked with a look of mock horror on his face. ‘How dare you?!’

‘I just don’t like this jaunty music!’ Olivia protested. 

‘Shh babe, dance with me,’ Leo crooned, holding her tight so she couldn’t escape. Olivia resisted the urge to smile and kept her face straight. 

‘When the moon hits your eyes like a big pizza pie, that’s amore!’ Leo sang loudly, twirling Olivia around again. Lily and Milo joined in, waltzing around the kitchen, as Leo swung Olivia around. 

‘I hate you,’ Olivia whispered. But Leo could see the smile threatening to break on her face and he winked. 

‘You love me, Nevrakis.’ 

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‘I made a face!’ Lily squealed, showing off her decorated pizza. Indeed she had. A big smiley face made out of pepperoni.  

‘Nice work, chef!’ Leo said, sprinkling oregano on his pizza. ‘Milo, how’s yours looking?’

‘Really cheesy!’ Milo cried. ‘I got all the cheese!’ 

He had layered mozzarella, cheddar and monteray jack cheese together before he chose ham and pepperoni. Milo had toyed with the idea of squirting cream cheese inside the crust of his pizza but he decided that that was going too far. Apparently, the ratio of cheese on his pizza had to be just right. 

Olivia had initially disliked making her pizza, purely because she never ate it. She didn’t know what toppings would go well together and when she settled for ham and pineapple, Lily and Milo had looked at her with sheer horror. 

But she had gotten into it. The music continued to play, Leo sang along in a terrible Italian accent, and Lily and Milo chatted away without breath. It was fun. She hadn’t anticipated that spending the day like this would make her feel lighter.  

Leo put the pizzas in the oven when Lily and Milo ran outside to play in the garden. Olivia sipped another glass of wine and Leo joined her. He pressed a kiss on her cheek. ‘You did good today,’ he whispered. ‘I know that wasn’t your thing at all but I’m glad you joined in.’ 

Olivia shrugged. ‘It makes Lily happy. Besides, it’s kinda cute watching you with kids.’

Leo chuckled and sipped his wine, lacing his fingers around hers. ‘Is it making you sploosh?’

‘What the fuck is sploosh?’  Olivia asked, horrified. 

Leo laughed and shook his head. ‘Don’t act like you’ve never splooshed.’

‘Leo, what the fuck is sploosh?’

Leo rolled his eyes and kissed her quickly, before whispering, ‘I’ll show you later.’ 

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The pizzas were a success. Even Olivia liked hers, regardless of the negative comments her ham and pineapple received from everyone. Milo lay down on the living room floor, saying his tummy was too full of cheese, while Lily snuggled up beside Leo and Olivia on the sofa as they watched a Disney film. 

The peace was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. Olivia dragged herself up from the sofa and padded through the hallway to open the door. They weren’t expecting anyone.

It was Drake and Camille. 

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‘What are you guys doing here?’ Olivia asked. ‘You’re meant to be collecting her tomorrow!’

Camille actually looked embarrassed. ‘Drake wanted to come home early.’

Olivia shot an accusing look at Drake, who was standing ramrod straight with an unreadable expression on his face. ‘You don’t trust me,’ she said. ‘How dare you?’

‘We do trust you,’ Camille said. ‘Drake just got a little.. Paranoid.’

‘Worrying about my daughter isn’t fucking paranoid,’ Drake answered. ‘I just wanted to see her.’

Olivia was so close to sending them away. She felt sheer anger. ‘I told you everything was fine! We sorted this out yesterday-’

‘Drake, let’s go,’ Camille interrupted, clearly regretting agreeing with Drake’s decision. ‘We can pick her up tomorrow as planned-’

‘Mommy, daddy!’

Olivia closed her eyes when she heard Lily’s voice. Lily ran towards her parents and Drake crouched down to pull her into a cuddle. ‘There’s my baby girl!’

‘We had a pizza party!’ Lily told him. ‘Aunt Olivia ate PIZZA!’

Camille grinned. ‘That sounds brilliant-’

‘It was,’ Olivia cut in bluntly. ‘It was fun and safe and Lily had the best time.’

Camille cast her eyes down. ‘We’ll go in a second,’ she muttered. ‘I told Drake this was a bad idea.’

‘No, come in,’ Olivia said. She narrowed her eyes at Drake, who blanched at the anger in her eyes. Clearly, he hadn’t anticipated the Nevrakis rage. They entered the house to be greeted by Leo, who kept a smile on his face despite the fact he knew why they were home early. Drake was about to follow Lily into the living room but was stopped by Olivia who grabbed his arm, digging her fingernails in. 

‘Ow, Liv-’

‘You and me outside,’ she hissed in his ear.

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Drake trudged outside to the garden where Olivia gestured for him to sit down at the garden table. They sat down opposite each other and Olivia studied him with a glare before she tented her fingers and leaned forward. 

‘Why do you think I’m going to kill your daughter?’ she asked bluntly. 

Drake blinked. ‘Liv, I don’t think you’re going to kill her-’

‘Then why do you act like leaving her with me is going to be the last time you ever see her?’ Olivia demanded. ‘Do you see how that makes me feel? I know I can be pretty cold but come on, Drake. I actually love that girl and you act like I’m the last person you want to look after her.’

Drake rolled his eyes. ‘You’re not the last person. Leo is.’

‘Which also means me, as I’m with him,’ Olivia replied. ‘Drake, I enjoy looking after Lily. I’m sorry that I introduced her to Sex and the City and I’m sorry that she fell down the stairs, but she’s a kid, kids fall down shit. They’re fucking crazy.’

Drake opened his mouth to speak but Oliva kept going, raising her hand as a sign to say ‘you’ll get your turn.’ Drake shut his mouth. 

‘You have got to stop with this insane helicopter parenting thing you have going on,’ Olivia told him. ‘I say that as your friend and as her godmother. I swear, Drake, if you keep up this overprotective dad persona, she’s gonna rebel-’

‘I was being protective because you introduced her to a fucking TV show about sex!’ Drake protested. 

‘You’re protective with her all the time!’ Olivia cried. ‘I know she’s four, she’s still a baby. But she’s growing up. You can’t keep trying to be there to save her. She’s going to fall down stairs. She’s going to get her heart broken. She’s going to live life, regardless of how hard you try to keep her safe.’

Drake was quiet for a long moment. Olivia wondered if she had overstepped. ‘I know it’s not my place,’ she said quietly. ‘But you haven’t been off the phone with us the whole time you’ve been away. This was your chance to go away with Camille and be a couple again, like old times. You do realise we talk about sex, right?’ 

Drake’s eyes widened. ‘What?’

Olivia nodded. ‘Yup. I know everything. I know you’re.. Gifted in that physical area but I also know that since Lily was born, you’ve stopped having so much couple time-’

‘Liv, this is inappropriate-’

‘I know. But I am telling you this because this was your chance to go away with your wife and be together, without Lily.  Instead, you decided to come home a fucking day early because you didn’t trust me. So thanks for that. Instead of banging Camille, you think it’s more important to see if I’m feeding your daughter vegetables and covering every surface in my home with bubble wrap. Speaking of wrapping, how was the vaseline and clingfilm?’

Drake stared at Olivia in horror. ‘How did you know about the vaseline and clingfilm?’

‘I gave them to Camille.’

Drake groaned. ‘Aww man, Liv..’

‘I wanted to help!’ Olivia explained. ‘I wanted to help get your sex life back on track! I know so many things, Walker. Some things I wish I didn’t but hey, Camille likes to talk about feelings and everything else..’

‘Heh, I know,’ Drake said. 

The two of them looked at each other steadily then. 

‘Why are you so overprotective?’ Olivia asked. ‘I know I was wrong to let her watch SATC but in terms of everything else..’

Drake sighed and bit his lip. ‘I guess.. My childhood. You know my mom abandoned me. My dad died. I just want Lily to have a better upbringing. I want her to be happy and safe. I never felt either of those things when I was growing up,’ he admitted. ‘That’s why I wrap her in cotton wool. I.. overcompensate, I guess.’

Olivia nodded. ‘Same with Camille?’ She didn’t have to mention Camille losing both her parents aged five, only a year older than Lily now. 

Drake winced. ‘Yes.’ 

They were silent for a moment until Drake broke it. ‘I’m sorry for being a dick,’ he said, giving her a weak smile. ‘I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. You don’t deserve it. Thing is, Lily adores you. She is obsessed, fucking obsessed. I used to wonder why but I guess it’s because you are like this.. this rare unicorn. You don’t treat her like other adults. You call her babe, for one thing. I swear, next week all she is going to talk about is you.’

‘Then surely that should tell you that I look after her well?’ Olivia asked. ‘I don’t get it.’

Drake raised his hands. ‘I’m sorry. You do look after her well, you just do it differently to me. And that’s cool. But that doesn’t mean I’m okay with you showing her adult TV shows and teaching her swear words-’

‘I didn’t teach her the swear word!’

Drake’s eyes bore into Olivia’s. ‘She’s a sponge,’ he said. ‘Seriously, we have to be so careful about what we say in front of her because she absorbs it.’

Olivia chewed her lip thoughtfully. ‘Okay, how about this,’ she said. ‘If I’m allowed to babysit her again, I promise, no more SATC. It will be endless Peppa Pig. She’ll eat her greens and we’ll make sure we make the house a little more.. childproof. But in return, you can’t keep phoning every hour and acting like we’re the most incompetent babysitters. You have to trust us. Let go a little. Is that fair?’

Drake nodded. ‘That’s fair. I’m sorry for being an asshole.’ 

‘I’m sorry for showing her Sex and the City,’ Olivia replied.  They sat in awkward silence for a moment, unsure of what to do next. Drake then stood up and sighed. ‘Annual hug?’

Olivia smirked and stood up to hug him. The hug was a little stiff but the feeling was there. Drake patted her awkwardly on the back and Olivia cleared her throat. 

‘Um, just a little thing,’ she said. 

Drake narrowed his eyes. ‘What?’

‘She may have an epic crush on Aidan from Sex and the City now..’ Olivia mumbled. 

Drake closed his eyes. ‘It’s fine,’ he said tightly. ‘I mean, she’s got Milo now, doesn’t she? I better get used to it.’

Olivia gave him an uncharacteristic grin. ‘There! You’re learning! Maybe you could help her find leaves to give to him.’

‘Don’t push it, Nevrakis.’

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Drake and Camille left soon after, deciding that it would be nice for Lily to spend her last night with Olivia and Leo. 

Olivia gave Lily a bath and gently washed her hair with the detangling lavender shampoo before wrapping her goddaughter in a pink fluffy dressing gown. Leo cooked dinner which was mac and cheese with bacon pieces and Lily devoured it. They sat down to watch an episode of Peppa Pig before Olivia took her upstairs to read a bedtime story. 

‘The end,’ Olivia said, closing the book. ‘Did you enjoy that babe?’

Lily nodded, her eyelids drooping. She snuggled down and Olivia tucked her in, making sure she was cosy and comfortable. 

‘I love you Aunt Olivia,’ Lily whispered before letting out a small yawn. 

Olivia pressed a kiss on her forehead. ‘Love you too babe.’

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Later, Olivia and Leo were sat down on the sofa snuggled into each other while drinking wine.  Leo twirled a lock of her red hair around his finger and smiled absentmindedly. ‘It was good having Lily here,’ he told her. ‘Fun. She’s a good kid.’

‘She is,’ Olivia agreed. ‘It’ll feel weird not having her here tomorrow night.’ 

Leo nodded and they sat in comfortable silence. 

‘You don’t want one, right?’ Leo asked. 

Olivia whipped round to look at him. ‘Want what?’

‘A kid.’

Olivia’s eyes widened. ‘Oh god no!’

Leo exhaled. ‘Thank God. I couldn’t do it. I thought it would be easy and sure, Lily is amazing but Jesus, you can’t exactly relax. I mean, she fell down the fucking stairs.’ 

Olivia smirked and sipped her wine. ‘That’s what children do.’ 

‘I don’t think I’m cut out for it,’ Leo admitted. 

‘You’re really good with her though,’ Olivia told him. ‘You’re fun. I could see you were in your element.’ 

Leo chuckled. ‘Yeah, my element as being the cool uncle. I don’t want to be a dad. Not yet anyway.’ 

Olivia nudged him with her foot and moved her body so she now straddled his lap. Leo set his glass down and gave her that lazy smile she loved so much. ‘Hey trouble.’

‘Hey uncle Leo,’ she purred, tugging on his bottom lip with her teeth. She could feel his erection through his jeans. Leo kissed her deeply, tasting the red wine on her lips. 

‘Hey Aunt Olivia.’ 

#trr fanfic #olivia nevrakis #leo rhys #the royal romance #drake walker

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Critics’ Choice Awards 2020: The Best Skin, Hair and Makeup Looks on the Red Carpet

Award season just got underway with last week's Golden Globes, and now we've got another batch of celebrity beauty looks to pore over, from the annual Critics' Choice Awards!

Held last night in Los Angeles, the event always calls for a creative approach to glamour—exemplified this year by Lupita Nyong'o's dramatic updo, Olivia Wilde's negative-space cat eyes and Zendaya's pink shadow and box braids.

Take a look at the must-see skin, hair and makeup of the night:

Lupita Nyong’o

Lupita Nyong'o at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Lupita Nyong'o at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Has any celebrity ever glowed like Lupita is glowing on this red carpet? No highlighter could create this kind of luminosity! But the makeup is impressive, too—especially the warm red lipstick and copper eyeliner. I'm also digging the cloud-like bun with gold wiring. 

Lupita is wearing: Moisturizer • Foundation in 555 Suede C • Highlighter in Lumières d'Or Rose • Eyeshadow in Haute Couture • Eyeshadow in Terre de Sienne • Eyeliner in Cuivre • Lipstick in Rubiez

Olivia Wilde

Olivia Wilde at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Olivia Wilde at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Cat eyes are my favourite makeup look for Olivia, so of course I'm obsessed with this. If you look closely, the wings actually have a tiny bit of negative (open) space! Light pink lipstick and a soft bun keep the focus on the eyes.  

Zendaya

Zendaya at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Zendaya at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Zendaya is taking more and more risks on the red carpet, and I love it! Here, she gave new meaning to "matchy-matchy" by pairing her pink eyeshadow with a futuristic pink breastplate (!!). Box braids down to her waist give it even more flair.

Anne Hathaway

Anne Hathaway at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Anne Hathaway at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

It's been nearly a year since we've seen Anne (who recently welcomed her second child). The only thing she's changed up is her hair colour, by going darker and ditching the red. I think this makeup is just lovely, especially the brown liner to match her hair and eyes. I also love the juxtaposition of a peachy blush with a pinky lip.

Florence Pugh

Florence Pugh at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Florence Pugh at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Florence is a new face on the red carpet this year, and with looks like this, she's one to watch. How fabulous is that shimmery, almost wet-looking white eyeshadow? She also has fantastic brows, amped up with two shades of pencil (which her makeup artist says creates the most natural effect).

Florence is wearing: Foundation in 4 • Concealer in 2 • Highlighter in D'Or • Eyeshadow in Hadaka (on cheeks) • Blush in La Rosee du Soir and La Vie En Rose • Eyeshadow in Kira Kira • Eyeshadow in Starr, Scintillante and Rosâtre • Eyeliner in Mousseux • Mascara in Noir • Brow pencil in Brunette and Rousse • Lip liner in Faire La Bise • Lipstick in Gamine

Alison Brie

Alison Brie at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Alison Brie at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

This has to be a personal best for Alison! I think it's mainly down to that amazing lip colour (created with not one but three products) and the loose, wavy updo. The orange dress also adds something, because it wouldn't have been as exciting with black. My only gripe is the way her brows were filled in. Hair-like strokes would be better!

Alison is wearing: Eye mask • Tinted lip balm in Berry • Lip stain in AT03 • Lipstick in Bang

Joey King

Joey King at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Joey King at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

After a heavier look at the Golden Globes, Joey lightened things up considerably with this subtly winged green eyeshadow (actually three liners). With understated lips and vintage-inspired waves, it's classic with a twist. 

Joey is wearing: Primer • Eyeliner in Deep End, Overdrive and Mildew

Saoirse Ronan

Saoirse Ronan at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Saoirse Ronan at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

I'm a fan of Saorise's avant garde aesthetic, but sometimes there are aspects that seem a bit too "mature." Like this ladylike red lip and one piece of curled hair... I don't get it! I think something more casual would've worked better with this high, buttoned-up neckline. But I do love the shimmery peach shadow, and the fact that she was wearing bright yellow nail polish!

Saoirse is wearing: Eye cream • Foundation in 10 Beige • Eyeshadow in Warm Memories • Eyeshadow in Quartz Rose • Mascara in Deep Eros • Brow pencil in Blond Clair • Lipstick in Rouge Spectaculaire • Lip gloss in Crystal Clear

Kate Beckinsale

Kate Beckinsale at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Kate Beckinsale at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

There's nothing fashion-forward about Kate's ensemble, but I appreciate that she experimented just a wee little bit here. It's the smoky pink shadow all the way around her eyes that is new—and really quite pretty with the slightly warmer pink blush and lip colour. (Seriously, her lips look so good!) I'd prefer it without the false lashes, but we can't have everything.

Awkwafina

Awkwafina at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Awkwafina at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Awkwafina is back with another red lip, same as at the Golden Globes, but this time she wore it with long waves and bright gold winged eyeshadow. She has a more relaxed vibe here, but I'm really on the fence about that gold—I think it may be competing too much with the yellow dress. Also, her brows should be ashier.

Kristen Bell

Kristen Bell at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Kristen Bell at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Chartreuse is not an easy shade to wear, so Kristen basically opted out of any strong makeup colours and stuck with peachy, rosy neutrals instead. It's fine, I guess, but she never used to be this boring! As for the slicked-back bob, I think Reese did it better.

Lucy Hale

Lucy Hale at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Lucy Hale at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Then we have Lucy, who at least tried—but didn't quite succeed with this mint and brownish-nude palette. Honestly, I think it's the most unflattering makeup I've seen on her. The colours don't do anything for her skin tone, and the eyes just seem unnecessarily heavy. Jewel tones are your friend, Lucy!

Lucy is wearing: Illuminator in Blush • False lashes • Brow colour

Jennifer Lopez

Jennifer Lopez at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Jennifer Lopez at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

I'm happy to report that JLo didn't cake on her makeup like she did at the Golden Globes. In fact, this would be quite gorgeous if it weren't for the two-toned skin and her signature ring-around-the-lips. The hairstyle is very elegant, she looks great in the peachy-pink tones, and I can even live with these false lashes.

Mandy Moore

Mandy Moore at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Close-up of Mandy Moore at the 2020 Critics' Choice Awards.

Surprisingly, I was most disappointed by Mandy's look (and I never say that!). I'm not opposed to a low chignon, but something about this hairstyle is so matronly. Her lashes are also insanely clumpy, and combined with the liner look amateurish. On the plus side, the peach lipstick is very pretty.

Mandy is wearing: Eyeshadow in Dusk and Brûlée

Who had your favourite (and least favourite) beauty look on this red carpet?

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Love At First Bite?

This was written as an exercise for the Choices Crossover. It features a crossover between the worlds of TRR and BB, with an Olivia x Adrian pairing. It should be noted that this fic may or may not take place in the final story, but rather serve to give everyone a glimpse into the type of world we’re building. It was written for a prompt from @kennaxval based on the following song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6MbZT5e7A64

Word count: 1728

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry. I am simply borrowing them.

Warnings: this fic is erotic and contains adult themes. It shouldn’t be read by anyone under the age of 18.

Here’s a link to our cross over master list. You should check it out if you haven’t already.

Here’s a link to my master list.

Olivia rolled her eyes and sighed, then pinched the bridge of her nose. How the hell did she let Liam talk her into this? “Come on Olivia, I think this is a great way to help all of our American guests feel welcome. Riley says Halloween is a big deal over there.” She remembered smiling sweetly at her king and friend. “Of course. What great timing that they would be here for Halloween.” Maxwell took the idea and ran with it. A Halloween costume party, complete with decorations and cheesy 1980s Halloween songs. She had to admit, she had never seen the palace ballroom quite like this. The lights were dim and fog machines created an eerie atmosphere. There were fake cobwebs strewn about and spiders and bats and ghosts dangled from the ceiling. Styrofoam grave stones were scattered around the room, along with life-sized figures of zombies, mummies and other creatures of the night. A table was set up in the back of the room with various Halloween-themed snacks and drinks. Yeah, Maxwell knocked this one out of the park.

But she couldn’t help feeling a little silly. She looked around at all her friends. They all looked ridiculous in these stupid costumes. Liam and Elizabeth were dressed as Frankenstein and his bride. Drake was dressed in a pair of overalls and a plaid shirt with a straw hat and Cassie had on a pair of jean short shorts with a button down shirt tied just above her belly button. Her hair was in pigtails and fake freckles were drawn on her face. Riley and Hana were both dressed as Gisha girls, their faces covered in white make up with red lips and blue eyeshadow and lots of mascara. Olivia groaned inwardly. None of the Americans had even arrived yet. They all looked ridiculous. She made her way to the restroom to check her costume one last time.

“At least I look good,” she thought as she admired her reflection. The sparkly red mini dress hugged her curves in all the right places. Her fiery hair fell in loose waves past her shoulders, parted on one side. She wore a headband with two devil’s horns poking out of the top of her head. Her earrings were dangly pitchforks. A devil’s tail attached to the back of her dress, just at her tailbone. With her shimmery black thigh-high stockings and red patent leather stilettos, she was sparkly all over. She emerged from the restroom and returned to the party to find the Americans had started to arrive.

They looked even more ridiculous. A nurse, a cop, an angel. A king and queen (so not clever). Someone was even wearing a t-shirt that said “This is my costume”. “Wow,” Olivia mumbled to herself under her breath as she made her way to the refreshment table. She poured herself some punch then turned to survey the crowd, looking for someone interesting to talk to. Suddenly a chill ran down her spine and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. Someone was watching her. She spun around and collided with a tall man wearing a high-collared cape and black suit. He placed a hand on each of Olivia’s arms to steady her. Her breath hitched at the electric shock from his touch. She looked into his eyes, her mouth dropped open. She was dumbstruck by his gaze, his eyes were piercing yet gentle and full of lust. She swore there was a thin ring of red around the outer edge of his iris. She recovered her composure and took a deep breath. “Count Dracula, I presume?” She couldn’t help it. Her smirk turned into full-fledged laughter. He grinned, then began laughing along with her.

Olivia stopped short when she saw his fangs. “Wow! Those are the most realistic looking vampire fangs I’ve ever seen.” He chuckled and extended a hand to her. “I’ve been told that before, believe it or not. I’m Adrian. Adrian Raines.” Olivia’s mouth dropped open as she shook his hand. “Adrian Raines? You’re Adrian Raines, the CEO?” She shook her head, taken aback by the attraction she felt to this man. He raised an eyebrow at her. “You can call me Count Dracula if you prefer.” Olivia giggled flirtatiously. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Adrian. I am Olivia Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos.” He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. He gently brushed his lips over each of her knuckles, causing her knees to tremble. His eyes remained locked on hers. “The pleasure is all mine.” His voice was low and growly and Olivia knew at that moment she was going to have this man.

Adrian broke their gaze as his head snapped up at a change of music. “Dance with me, Olivia?” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you sure you want to dance with the devil? You might get burned.” Her voice came out low and seductive, she surprised even herself. What had gotten into her? His face broke into a grin as his eyes locked onto hers and he grabbed her hand. She swore his eyes had that hint of red around the iris once again as he looked at her lustily. “I’ll take my chances. It’s worth the risk.” He led her to the dance floor and pulled her close, their bodies flush. A thin layer of sweat began to form on Olivia’s upper lip as they swayed together to the beat of the music.

They were lost in each other. Eyes and bodies locked together, oblivious to their surroundings. Olivia’s heart was racing as desire pooled in her core. She could not take her eyes off of him. She was mesmerized. He appeared to be in a trance himself, his eyes glowing a tad more red as he leaned close and brushed her hair off her shoulder, exposing her neck. He leaned down and kissed her neck, softly at first, then trailed his tongue and lightly scraped his fangs across the smoothness of her skin. A quiet moan escaped them both as Olivia trembled. She was weak with need for this man and didn’t know why or how he had this affect on her. She began to have thoughts of escaping this cheesy party with this sexy vampire. She closed her eyes and imagined him in her bed, underneath her, moans of ecstasy escaping them both.

Then her eyes opened wide as she felt him softly bite her neck. A loud female voice brought them back to reality. “Adrian! What are you doing?” A woman dressed as Cleopatra with long straight dark hair was suddenly next to them. She shot Olivia a sympathetic look then narrowed her eyes at Adrian. He took a step back from Olivia, his eyes widened when he saw a slight trickle of blood from a small puncture wound on her neck. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know what came over me.” He reached into his breast pocket and pressed his handkerchief lightly to her neck. “Olivia, this is my friend Kamilah Sayeed.” He smiled gratefully at her as he said, “Kamilah, this is Olivia Nevrakis, Duchess of Lythikos.” She smiled and extended a hand to Olivia. “Pleasure to meet you. Let me take you to the ladies room and we’ll get you cleaned up.”

Olivia began to emerge from her trance as Kamilah guided her toward the restroom. “Wha- what just happened?” Kamilah sighed as she led Olivia to a bench in the restroom and removed the handkerchief from her neck. “Adrian just got a little carried away is all.” Olivia’s eyes widened as Kamilah removed the handkerchief and she saw the blood. “Is that mine? Am I bleeding? What the hell?” She jumped up and rushed over to the mirror, checking the bite mark on her neck. “Oh my god. How the hell did he do that and I didn’t even feel it? All I felt was…” She felt her cheeks grow hot as she met Kamilah’s sympathetic stare. “Desire.”

Kamilah nodded knowingly. She took the handkerchief and ran part of it under cold water then pressed it to the wound. She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths as Olivia watched the expression on her face. “What are you doing,” she questioned softly. Kamilah ignored her as she mumbled incoherently under her breath. After a few moments, her eyes opened and she smiled softly at Olivia. She removed the handkerchief from her neck. “There you go. All better.” Olivia stared at her reflection, dumbfounded. All traces of the mark were gone. “What the fuck? How did you do that?” She turned to face Kamilah and narrowed her eyes at her. “Who are you really? What are you?” She smiled and headed to the door. “You’ll find out eventually.” She walked out and left Olivia staring after her in confusion.

After a few moments, Olivia regained her composure and emerged from the restroom, her head held high. She froze as she caught sight of Adrian sitting on a bench across the hall, his head cradled in his hands. He looked up at the clicking of her heels on the marble floor. He stood up and approached her carefully. “Olivia, I am so very sorry.” His eyes searched hers apologetically. He reached up to stroke her cheek softly. She looked into his eyes, her stomach fluttered at his touch. All the questions she had were suddenly unimportant and she could hold out no longer. She crashed her lips onto his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. After a few minutes she pulled away abruptly and physically separated herself from him as she shook her head.

“No,” she whispered hoarsely. She narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously. “You are dangerous, Adrian Raines. I’m not sure what it is about you. But I should keep my distance.” His face fell as he didn’t even try to hide his disappointment. “It’s ok. I understand. Pleasure to meet you, Olivia.” He bowed to her slightly then turned to walk back into the ballroom. Olivia watched him silently, hot tears stinging her eyes as he walked away. She dabbed the corners of her eyes and took a few deep breaths. Then she returned to the party with her head held high and a smile on her face.

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19 Celebrity-Approved Ways to Wear Color-Coordinated Outfits

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19 Celebrity-Approved Ways to Wear Color-Coordinated Outfits

Around four years ago, co-ordinates came back into fashion and have since made the case for easy dressing in one pattern or color. “Co-ords” refers to a look with a matching top and bottom. Color co-ords would be a complete matching look in the same color. Designers are still sending color co-ords down the runways (H&M x Moschino, Chanel, Alexander Wang, etc.), so of course, the new designs are first seen on celebrities at events and red carpets. But co-ords doesn’t end there. Stars have also integrated the color co-ords trend into their daily wardrobes.

Coordinated outfits used to be seen as somewhat childish because of the ease with which you pair them together. (They’re sold side-by-side, so it’s not rocket science to wear them.) But now, they’re an easy way to dress in a sophisticated manner. Today, Co-ords and sets are regularly sold by almost every online retailer.

Of course, suits are perhaps the original co-ords and won’t go out of style anytime soon. (Did you see Blake Lively’s character in A Simple Favor? Can we say #suitgoals?) Flip through to see how your favorite celebrities wore one color from head-to-toe, and maybe embrace the single color look yourself.

Kim Kardashian

Out for a stroll in New York in 2018, Kardashian sported hot-pink athleisure from head-to-toe. With a high ponytail, a pink zip-up jacket, muted pink leggings and dad sneakers, she’s ready for a typical family outing.

Photo: Instagram/@kimkardashian.

Tessa Thompson

At 2018’s MTV Movie & TV Awards, Thompson looked fire in an all-red Rosie Assoulin look from their Spring/Summer ’18 collection. In her hand, she held an Alfeya Valrina bag. She completed the ensemble with red satin pumps.

Photo: Axelle/Bauer-Griffin/FilmMagic

Busy Philipps

At 2018’s American Music Awards, Philipps presented an award with John Stamos in an all-black number. She wore a bra under a blazer paired with high-waisted, shimmery flare pants. Around her neck, she had two crystal necklaces. She completed the look with bold-framed sunglasses.

Photo: Instagram/@busyphilipps.

Martha Hunt

Hunt wore a satin, green, long duster with matching pants to Jason Wu‘s show at  New York Fashion Week 2018

Photo: Instagram/@marthahunt.

Jasmine Sanders

At Ermanno Scervino‘s show during 2018 Milan Fashion Week, Sanders wore a cream, double-breasted floral suit paired with nude sandals and a pink chain-strap bag.

Photo: Instagram/@golden_barbie.

For her performance at the Etam Spring/Summer ’19 show during Paris Fashion Week, Cardi B wore a Christian Cowan lilac, ostrich plume trouser suit and cream heels. She even matched her hair color to the look!

Photo: Instagram/@iamcardib.

Shine bright like a diamond! During an Amsterdam press day in September 2018 with Jaguar, Lipa wore an all-silver sequin look—complete with matching boots.

Photo: Instagram/@dualipa.

Olivia Munn

In October 2018, Munn wore a Prabal Gurung suit with flared sleeves to host the Luxury House by Starwood Preferred Guest in New York. She finished the look with white pointed-toe heels.

Photo: Instagram/@oliviamunn.

Ashley Tisdale

At an Emmy party in September, Tisdale wore a full-blue look assembled by the stylist team Elkin. She paired a deep blue, off-one-sholuder blouse with a teal flamenco-inspired skirt.

Photo: Instagram/@ashleytisdale.

Emily Ratajkowski

In July 2018 in Paris, Ratajkowski wore a white-and-gray polka-dot set paired with sand colored sandals.

Photo: Instagram/@emrata.

Lais Ribeiro

At the Vanity Fair Best-Dressed Party during 2018 New York Fashion Week, Ribeiro wore a baby-blue Zuhair Murad suit with sequin lapels. She paired the look with silver, sparkly pumps and a Swarovski clutch.

Photo: Instagram/@laisribeiro.

Tracee Ellis Ross

Go green! On October 1, 2018, Ross wore an all-green ensemble. She paired a light green, long-sleeve button-down shirt with a slightly darker green pair of pleated pants.

Photo: Instagram/@traceeellisross.

Julianne Hough

At the A Star is Born premiere in Los Angeles in 2018, Hough wore the eggshell-colored Madeleine suit from the Jenny Packham archives.

Photo: Instagram/@juleshough.

Justine Skye

At a Prada party during 2018 New York Fashion Week, Skye wore a light-brown Prada look complete with purple hair and black strappy sandals.

Photo: Instagram/@justineskye.

Kylie Jenner

In September 2018, Jenner posed in this orange Prada short-and-jacket set, while hanging out with her two equally orange cars.

Photo: Instagram/@kyliejenner.

Yara Shahidi

In September 2018, Shahidi wore the HSTRY x Karl Kani “El Hijo De Dios” french terry sweatshirt with the matching shorts. To complete the look, she wore chunky white sneakers.

Photo: Instagram/@yarashahidi.

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley

In an all-grey outfit, Huntington-Whiteley shared this #OOTD in October 2018 of her carrying her precious son, Jack. She wore a ribbed, light-grey top under a darker grey blazer, paired with fitted trousers and white heels.

Photo: Instagram/@rosiehw.

At the MTV VMAs kick-off party in New York in Augus 2018, Ora wore a Tom Ford bright green-yellow leopard look comprised of a dress, tights and shoes. She completed the look with matching subtle green eyeshadow.

Photo: Instagram/@ritaora.

Katy Perry

Sporting her The Memphis pink shoe from her shoe line, Perry wore a pink Galia Lahav jumpsuit with gloves and a pink hair bow.

Photo: Instagram/@katyperry.

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