A/N : TOTALLY based off a true event, man. Because I thought it was funny and cheesy enough for you people.

Disclaimer : Yeah... nope.

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Eyelashes:

"Stevie Rae," Rephaim drawled slowly, staring at his tiny, blonde lover, "What are you doing?"

Said girl pouted, grabbing onto his shoulders so that he would stay still. "I just wanna try something!" she whined.

"No," he said indignantly. "No way."

"Please, Rephaim? Pretty please?"

"No!" Once again, he tried to back away from his stubborn girlfriend, who only followed him.

She raised the cursed object in her hand. "C'mon, it's not gonna hurt ya," she prodded, bringing it closer to him.

"Stevie Rae," he said firmly. "I am a man. Why on earth would I let you put mascara on me?" he finally asked exasperatingly.

Once again, her lower lip stuck out in a pout. "But, Rephaim, your eyelashes are so long and pretty. I just wanna see what they'd look like even longer and prettier!"

He sighed, grabbing her wrist to stop its ascent. "No."

"Please?" she asked once again. Her stuck out lip quivered, and her could swear her eyes were watering up. "Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

The ex-Raven Mocker groaned, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. Resigned, he sat on their bed and exhaled heavily, closing his eyes. "Fine," he gave up. "Do as you wish."

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When he opened his eyes to look in the mirror, he found this his oh, so charming love had given him a complete make-over. Along with mascara, purple eye shadow coated his lids, and eyeliner made his eyes girlishly bright. She even added lip gloss.

Blushing, he glared at his madly giggling girlfriend. "You know, I am going to get you back for this," he stated.

She just laughed again, leaning forward to brush her lips against his red cheek. He calmed a bit, until she added, "Bring it on, princess."

He sighed, and she began laughing all over again.

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A/N : Rephaim would look so pretty with a make-over, eh?

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