love you like a brother, treat you like a friend, respect you like a lover

“what? no! you’re gonna, like, poke my eye out or something,” walker deflected.

walker was watching you as you did your makeup. when you saw and begged to do his, he refused—at first. he was being persuaded slowly, but he still didn’t love the idea.

after all, he already did all the stupid things you begged him to do with you. he let you do his hair, he did face masks, basically anything you asked for, he did. but he drew the line at putting your makeup on his face.

“y’know what, fine,” he huffed after a few more minutes of pleading. he acted grumpy, but he was secretly melting at the way you seemed so excited.

he sat at your vanity chair, watching as you got whatever you needed out. you put these weird clips—alligator clips, as you called them—in his hair, holding it back from falling over his forehead.

“i’m such a good boyfriend, no one else would ever agree to this,” he declared. he rested a hand on your lower back, pulling you a bit closer.

“what is that?” he asked, raising a brow as you tilted his face up and applied a stick of brown on his face, bronzer.