Band Imagines

Kirk Hammett- "You're gonna look like a raccoon"

Kirk and I were sitting on the couch together, something that didn't happen a lot because we were both busy and never home. Kirk had his head in my lap and I was playing with his hair. It was silent for a while until I had an idea. "Hey Kirk..." I said, a small smile grazing my lips.
His eyes fluttered open and a look of concern flashed across his eyes. "Oh god, you've got that look in your eyes again."
"Oh hush, it's not like when I plucked your unibrow," I responded. "You should let me do your eyeliner. You've got the perfect eye shape for it!"
Kirk looked slightly relieved that I wasn't doing his eyebrows again and nodded, an excited smile replacing the concerned look.
I got up and went to our bathroom, grabbing my eyeliner and a hair tie. I walked back to the couch and sat across from Kirk. "Okay, so I need to tie your hair back because it's constantly in your face." He just nodded and turned his head so that I could tie his hair back.
"You know, at this angle I have a really good view of your boobs." He snickered, earning a soft smack in the chest.
"Oh hush up, weirdo." I sat back down after tying his hair back and opened my eyeliner, gently holding his cheek in my hand.

I started to do his eyeliner but he kept blinking. "If you don't stop moving you're gonna look like a cracked up raccoon." I scolded.

"It's kind of hard not to move when you have a cold, wet thing in your eye." He said.

I giggled, "that's what she said." Kirk didn't respond, he just gave me a: 'really, motherfucker' kind of look.

I did my best to finish his eyeliner without messing it up because he wouldn't stop blinking and it came out alright.
"I did my best but because you refuse to sit still, it's a little wonky." Kirk grinned and looked in the mirror.

"It's amazing! I'm definitely getting you to do this for our next show!" He looked over at me and kissed my cheek. "I love you, bastard."

I smiled at him, "love you too, pervert."