IT cast - preferences

Makeup tag

A/N - I've only done Bill, Richie, Ben, Eddie and Stan. I can do the others if someone requests. :))

Bill -  “Okay, this my girlfriend as most of you know, and today we’re doing makeup.” Bill smiled, picking up some things and throwing them around on the bed. “Okay so first we have this beautiful…erm… orange liquid?” He asked, smearing it on your face. “Bill, that’s my-” He covered your mouth with his large hand. “You can’t say anything?” “Says who?” You mumbled into his hand, “Me.” He smirked, drawing your eye liner onto your eyebrows. “I’m not going to leave this house for a week, getting all this makeup off.” You muttered. “You don’t usually wear any makeup out, love, do you?” You just shrug not thinking much of it until he started to do your lipstick, in which your mouth had to be closed? According to Bill, and you weren’t allowed to say anything. Typical.

Richie - “How do you even put that stuff on?” Richie asked when he was following you around at Sephora. “Don’t worry, Rich. You won’t ever have to worry about that.” You laughed, but he still picked up the eye-liner and messed about with it. “(Y/N), what if we did a makeup tag, you know, for fans?” You sighed and laughed, wondering what ideas he had in his head, but you nodded. His face lit up and he started walking around the store, picking up some of the oddest looking makeup.

Ben - It was all his idea. He wanted to see that if he was you, he could still look like you. No one really knows how that thought got into his head, but it wondered in there somehow. “Okay, (Y/N), close your eyes, time for some falsies.” He laughed, not looking up at you, but down at the little box in his hand. “I have to glue these on?” He muttered to himself, all the while the only though going through your head was “Oh, god. Oh, god. Oh, god.” “Okay, I got this love.” He said reassuringly, before dropping the lashes on the floor.

Eddie - Although you weren’t to please about letting him do this, he was still very excited. He insisted he wanted to know what it felt like to be his stylist. As he was doing it, he told you to close your eyes, he then brushed all over your face. “Okay, how was that, (Y/N)?” You just smirked and stood up, looking in the mirror. “Eddie! You didn’t put on any makeup! What were you doing for 10 minutes?” He shrugged, “Eddie, honey, you’re supposed to put the brush in makeup first.” You sighed, causing him to just shrug again “I think you look fine with out it.”

Stan - Believe it or not, Stan wanted you to do his makeup. “Are you sure about this Stan?” You asked, he laughed and just replied, “You should know what it’s like for me, like how happy you make me.” You warm-heartedly smiled at that cute comment. “Awe baby.” You cooed, as you picked up some more lip gloss, smearing it all over his lips. “Shh, twitter is watching.” he muttered, nudging over to the camera, you nodded. “Well, shouldn’t I what it feels like to kiss me?” You asked. Stan didn’t even hesitate. He just closed the laptop down next to the two of you, and pulled you on top of him. “That lip gloss looks lovely on you.” He laughed pulling back.