Dahvie Vanity x reader

Riot

Removing his gentle hands from his face and looking up at you, still teary eyed, he smiles and lets out a soft laugh. He wraps his arms tightly around you and holds you close, still weeping, he thanks you.
You hug him back.
He pulls away and wipes the tears away from under his eyes, smudging his makeup into a galaxy haze.
"Let's escape this hell shall we?" he says once more with a smile.
You look at his face, the moonlight dancing off his face, his hair swaying slightly in the weak wind.
"Yes" you reply as your heart picks up pace, panic is overrun with excitement that you're now face to face with the most talented man in the world.

With a smile he gets to his feet, holding out his hand awaiting yours. You take his hand as you get to your feet, "I didn't notice what an amazing outfit you're wearing" he says looking you up and down. You look at yourself, "black torn skinny jeans, tight purple shirt, studded belts, fluffy green and black leg warmers... if only my make up was this good," you think to yourself.

He gazes at your face, as though lost in your eyes. Snapping out of his daydream he offers to take you home- to his home-.

You gut twists, you feel sick to the core with a nervous hellish feeling, you're not scared of him...you're scared of your family, what will they think if they find out?? What will do to you?? They believe that he's a paedophile, just like the rest of the media, stupid hollow-minded people, it's not true! If only they would hear him out.... if only. Remembering the hellfire going down at home, you'd rather have these few minutes with Dahvie and face the shitstorm at home than just go straight home. You nod as an uncontrollable grin climbs over you face.