nathan prescott x fem!vortex member!reader
- a/n ; was lowk listening to nettspend while trying to come up with a title
- warnings ; nathan prescott, the vortex club
You and Nathan are in your dorm room getting ready for the Vortex Club party that’s happening soon. Nathan’s lying on the couch in your room, scrolling on his phone while you’re sitting on the floor in front of your mirror, straightening your hair.
“Are you ready yet?” Nathan questioned harshly, pulling himself up from your couch. “Well, I’m almost done with my hair, but then I have to do my makeup.” You say, straightening your hair in the mirror while staring at him. “Jesus Christ,” Nathan exclaimed, flopping back on the couch and shoving a pillow into his face. You slightly chuckle at his brief little tantrum.
You finish straightening your hair, unplugging it from the wall and setting it on the hardwood floor. Nathan looks up at you in the mirror and raises his eyebrows, silently asking if you were ready yet. You give him your answer through a slightly shaking head and pursed lips, making him raise his hand to his face, impatiently rubbing his thumb and middle finger under his brow line.
He watches you do your makeup, noting all the steps and what they do in his mind. Nathan watches you blend out your bronzer; you accidentally miss a spot and try to go onto the next step before he speaks up. — “You missed a spot,” Nathan says from across the room, pointing to his cheek, showing you where the unblended bronzer is on you. “Thank you,” you say, looking back at Nathan and smiling before turning around towards the mirror and blending it out.— Missing his smirk towards you.
You put your makeup back in its bag and touch the hair straightener, making sure it wasn’t hot, before wrapping it up and putting it in a drawer at your desk. You turn to Nathan, who was on his phone, and ask him if he thought the outfit was okay — “I feel like since it's in the pool room I should wear like a skirt or like shorts,” you tell Nathan, who lazily nods in response while staring at his phone.— You take off your pants before going to your closet, picking out a skirt and a pair of shorts. You hold the options in front of Nathan and ask which one he thinks; he looks and contemplates before pointing at the black shorts. You nod and throw the skirt on the couch next to Nathan.
You put the shorts on and look in the mirror, straightening out the black denim shorts and your black spaghetti-strapped tank top. Making your way to your closet, you grab a pair of socks out of the drawer and your tennis shoes on the floor before making your way to the couch. As you sit beside Nathan to put your socks and shoes on, he puts his hand on you, rubbing your back.
After you put on your shoes, you get up from your couch, grab your phone from off your desk, and turn towards Nathan. “You ready?” he asks, getting his response from you nodding your head and a short “Yeah.”
Nathan gets up from the couch, walking towards you and landing a small kiss on your lips. “You look good,” he says while tracing over your body with his eyes. You smile and give him a kiss as a thank you.
He grabs your hand and walks with you out of your dorm room, towards the pool room on campus.
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