GRR THIS IS SO CUTE - Tumblr Posts

[Blueycapsules]

William Afton x reader

ok, so like- for a month or so I've been using lipstick and i just love it - very fancy! :D

and i can't help but want to pepper the lovable bastard's face with silly little kisses and leave lipstick marks on it-

i just think it's a cute idea-

so that's pretty much what this is about :D

[tw: possible typos and/or other small mistakes | any possible triggers are mentioned at the beginning of each headcanon where necessary | fluff | headcanons | one-shot]

[word count: 1.641 words | 8.799 characters]

[first published: 09.04.2022]

-------------------------------------------------------------

first, some headcanons for William with a reader that likes wearing lipstick 'cause i need those and maybe so do you-

ok, so-

while he doesn't show it, William adores that you wear it - bonus points if your lipstick is purple!

it just makes your lips stand out so much- he gets easily distracted by them because of this. not that he minds-

regardless of your true motives of leaving lipstick marks on his face, William thinks you do this only to "mark" him as yours-

internally, he's fanmanning (this is a word now, i don't care-) every time you do that - this silly little gesture of yours makes him feel very special and appreciated and loved and-

William really loves that, ok?

you know how characters in old cartoons react when kissed? that's William-

another thing he can get drunk on besides alcohol it's your silly little kisses-

when he is very focused on something, you can kiss and leave as many lipstick marks on him as you want 'cause he won't realise it.

William will either notice the silly marks in a reflection or when someone lets him know he has something on his face.

"heh, Willy! you've got something on your face!"

"wot? and don't call me that!"

*wheezing sounds*

"bloody 'ell-"

*William goes to the nearest mirror*

"oh..."

*fanmanning intensifies*

no, but like William will literally sigh dreamily and twirl a strand of hair between his fingers as he admires each and every mark you placed on him-

the downside of this is you need to clean the lipstick marks off of William's face since he won't do it himself-

he just wants to keep them forever there.

-------------------------------------------------------------

lipstick

standing in front of the bathroom mirror, you stare intensely back and forth between your lips and the lipstick you bought some time ago.

you can't remember why you even bought it as you have never really worn lipstick - at least not until now.

maybe it's the pretty container that made you buy it or maybe it was just an acquisition made on impulse - regardless of the motive, you did indeed buy it.

since the day it was legally yours and yours only, the lipstick in question was used not even once - placed in the little cabinet above the bathroom's sink, it saw the light of day on rare occasions if at all.

you would usually look at the lipstick but pay no mind to it - only a passing glance before moving on with your day.

today was different.

as you opened the cabinet to take some hand cream, your eyes fell onto the lipstick. instead of ignoring it as you usually do, you ended up staring at it.

in that moment, some silly little memories came to your mind.

you remembered when you were nothing but a small child, sometimes finding lipsticks around the house. you would always apply them when no one was around - and what a mess you were able to do every single time!

applying it with the grace of a person whose hand was stuck in a cookie jar, it was everywhere but on your lips somehow-

a small smile crosses over your features as such memories keep flooding your mind.

... what if you tried to use one now? it can't be that hard, can it? it's basically like colouring within the lines in a children's book - easy as pie.

not to mention you're not a kid anymore. you're a grown-ass adult - if you can colour within the lines, you can paint your lips as well!

finally and for the first time, you take its cap off. hiding underneath it was a beautiful reddish-purple shade. carefully, you roll the lipstick out - it looks perfect.

well, it's not like you used it to begin with-

but my point still stands. you almost don't want to use it only to keep it in this beautiful state...

haha, no- the urge to try it on is way too strong. so strong it won in the end. bringing it closer to your upper lip, you try and follow its contour. it's not as easy as you thought it would be-

with a shaky, inexperienced hand you manage to do your upper lip. it's not that bad actually - just a bit messy.

you have slightly coloured outside the lines.

but that's ok. taking a cotton swab, you let some warm water fall over it above the sink. you close a bit more the distance between you and the mirror before tracing the wet cotton over the surplus of lipstick, erasing it as if you were rubbing the pencil off of a paper with an eraser - maybe not that easy tho.

the lipstick did smudge and you had to use another cotton swab. even so, the final result was more or less perfect!

after repeating the process but this time with your bottom lip, you look proudly at yourself in the mirror.

it's weird.

you feel so weird.

it does look absolutely amazing! you can't stop staring at your now colourful lips! it's just that you're not quite used to it yet.

as you check your lips from all the possible sides with a childish glee inside your eyes, William comes into your mind.

you gotta show him! you're curious about his reaction.

but as curious as you are, you're also way too busy checking yourself in the mirror.

"William!" you shout from the bathroom - you concluded it's better for him to come to you. your eyes are still glued on your painted lips - you can't stop smiling.

"wot?" he yells back from the living room.

best you can do right now is prepare yourself as more shouting is to come!

"can you come to me for a second?"

"i can't! i am watching Harry Pottha'!"

"oh, come on! you've seen it a million times already! move your ass over here!"

"Y/N, we've talked about this! mah ass has long been gone..."

"oh, shit- right, sorry-" how could you? how could you bring it up? such a sensitive topic for the man...

shame on you, Y/N. shame on you-

"may it rest in peace..."

sometimes the price for immortality is quite expensive, wouldn't you think so? well, not really actually-

in his younger days, his twenties and early thirties to be more precise, he used to be called "William Asston" by those who knew him.

i am sure you have already guessed why such a nickname has been given to him therefore there's no need for further explanation on the matter.

as time passed, so his butt began to disappear.

the remnant William is working on? haha, yeah- the immortality bit is actually only a side effect of it. its real purpose, as the man himself has explained to you, was to regain his ass.

as you can tell, it failed him miserably.

William is still working on the remnant now but only out of spite-

"please! come for a second!" you plead once again.

"bloody 'ell, foine!" his steps are slow and heavy. it's taking him forever to arrive-

but when he does arrive you see him in the mirror. you see him come into the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.

"wot is it?" such annoyance in his voice. don't be surprised about it - you did disturb his little marathon of Harry Pottha' after all.

you finally face away from the mirror. the eyes once glued to the reflection of your lips are now focused on the man in front of you.

"do you notice something different?" your smile only grows bigger with each word that leaves your mouth.

bringing a hand to his chin, William squints his eyes at you - something is different indeed! he just can't seem to notice what it is that is different about you.

he's been staring for a good amount of time already...

you shake your head as a chuckle makes its way out of your mouth "my lips, luv. notice something different about them?" he looks at you with such a puzzled expression, oh my-

you can't even tell if he's for real or just messing with you right now.

William squints even more. his eyes are almost closed at this point - he's defeated.

... or is he?

he does the thing! you know - the thing where he presses his pointer on his cheek and looks at you with big innocent eyes, mouth pouting.

"i am afraid i don't, luv..." he sounds so genuine... but you know this man for long enough - silly little acts like this don't trick you anymore.

"why don't ya show me then, hmm?" his expression doesn't change but you can hear the smirk in his voice regardless. silly little bitc-

a sigh leaves your mouth. there's no other way with this man, is it now?

walking closer to him, you lean down on his level. his eyes follow your every move as you cup his face gently in your hands. you press a quick yet hard kiss on each of his cheeks - gotta make sure you leave a nice mark on them after all.

you take a step back and admire your little artwork - your hands are still holding his head. if it wasn't for the purplish tone of it, your lipstick would have gone unnoticed on William's face that can't stop the wave of red paint from spreading across it-

it's William's turn to have his gaze glued on your lips now. drunkish smile on, he leans his weight more into your hands, slowly melting in your touch.

well, no words need to be spoken - William loves it too! maybe even more than you do-

-------------------------------------------------------------

it took longer than expected to finish it ^^" a bit busy with school and couldn't focus only on it - that's why it's also kinda short and falls flat at the end D:

anyway, for the next two weeks or so i will be able to focus on silly little fics again so it's ok :D

hope y'all enjoyed it!