Dahvie Vanity x reader

Guyliner

A quiet night so it seems, darkness falls around you, your hair glowing in the moonlight beams.

"Dahvie blue hair dye? suits you...."

you hear a low strong yet gentle voice coming from behind you... you turn around, only to be meet with the deadly gaze of neon blue eyes. 

"u- uh," you attempt to reply, but frozen in fear as he stares down at you. There he stands, looking directly over you, hair like a lions main, a majestic lion. Black with Dahvie blue stripes, tall and thin.

It was him. Dahvie. Dahvie Vanity was standing right there, not even a meter from you.

"what are you doing out here so late at night, scene queen?" he asks, eyes softening.

The words you want to say melt, just coming out as a puddle of noises, a river of confusion. He chuckles, you try to recollect yourself, get your mind together. Panic flows through you, adrenaline floods your mind. "Dahvie? I-is t-that you?!" you manage to say, embarrassment washes over your face. 

"Yes, (yourname) is that you?"

"HOLY SHIT HE KNOWS MY NAME?!!" you think to yourself, you begin to blush.