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Day 12-Making out
Because Will is an adorable little puppy who needs to be loved
Also bara
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"Ah, you're The Pink Princess! I just wanna say nephews love your show. Can I get an autograph later?"
The stylist with a Californian drawl and piercings in her nose chattered as she draped a gown around his neck, or at least tried to. It was too big, and barely covered his thighs.
"Oh...um...it's okay! I can just stay like this."
Will tried to reassure the stylist. Not listening to a word he said, the woman stalked over to another hidden closet disguised as part of the wall-yeesh, how many of those were there?-and pulled out a giant version of the gown, so large it was closer to the size of a picnic blanket than human clothing.
"We had a bunch of soccer and basketball players come by for media day, you see, and man, are those dudes loaded! I barely managed to reach their heads when they were sitting. At least the soccer players were a bit shorter."
Candy said as she began to comb out his wild mane of a hairstyle. Will sighed in bliss as the bristles ran down his scalp-he did love having his hair played with.
It really wasn't a surprise that the Pink Princess, being the hit it was, had been summoned to appear on a talk show. But as Will was pretty much the only one big enough to fit the costume he had no choice but to conduct the entire interview stuck inside of a pink padded costume, since he couldn't risk destroying the children's hopes and dreams with his face.
And he'd thought the Steel Samurai had been risky-imagine the Pink Princess revealing itself as him.
The Internet fan artists would definitely not be pleased.
Well, at least he was with his celebrities.
Right next to him, her hair put in curls, was a member of AO3, the "A" to be exact. She was too absorbed in a fashion magazine to care much about him, but he was fine with it-he could admire her fine features and hauntingly attractive green eyes all he wanted without him looking like a weird stalker guy. Let no man say Will Powers wasn't a gentleman, gosh darn it all.
Besides, what was she going to do otherwise, date him? Not in a million years, not with this face.
Sitting on his left was Daegi Song, an actor/model that had starred in countless movies and dramas. He wasn't quite handsome, to be honest-more on the cute side. But his mischievous grin and soft dark eyes had lent itself to quite a number of romance gossip stories, each of which Will had read with great interest. He was disappointed that some had turned out to be false-he'd liked some of the couples more than he was willing to admit.
"Alright. All done Mr. Powers!" Candy chirped, dusting a bit of powder across his nose.
"Thank you...although, I don't think I'll be showing my face. Don't want the children to have nightmares, after all."
Will said sheepishly.
"Aw, don't say that! You have such a cute face! Like a cuddly little lion."
She said, showing off her white teeth in a wide grin and tweaking his nose. Will hid a smile as he stood up and got ready to stuff himself into the costume.
Unfortunately, his big feet managed to get themselves tangled in the electrical cords that connected to the hair dryer and cell phone chargers and he fell sideways like a rock, slamming his head on A's lap.
"Ow! Watch where you're going!"
A squealed as Will scrambled up, profusely apologizing. As he hobbled away he could hear a distant string of not-very-nice words, including inquiries as to his mother's job and the state of his brain. And she had seemed so sweet too...
Will was stuffing his arms into the samurai suit before a final insult made its way into his ears.
"Honestly, what a creep. Fucking pervert..."
She groused, re-applying some lipstick.
It stung even more when Daegi started laughing, but Will tried to pay no mind.
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Boy, it was steaming in here.
Will shoved another cooling pack into his pink suit, shivering as it nestled near his hairy chest. The studio's lights were as hot as they were bright, like artificial stars, and even if he wasn't stuck in a giant padded costume he would've been sweating bullets.
"Nothing left but to wait here until the show starts!"
Candy said as she escorted him to a backstage area, Will managing to make his way there without stumbling or causing any more accidents thanks to the black mesh over the Pink Princess's eyeholes. It looked solid black from a distance, but was thin enough that he could see out of them.
"In five!"
A man yelled from somewhere out in the distance. Candy flew away back to the salon, and Will was alone once more. With nothing to distract him but his own thoughts, his mind drifted back to the fiasco at the salon and winced as the words replayed themselves in his ears.
On an urge he took off the head of the Pink Princess and stared at the mirror plastered to the wall across him-god, what was with all the mirrors? It was like these people wanted to worship themselves like idols-an ironic thought considering how many boy and girl groups went through these doors.
Wild mane of brown hair like a lion's despite the literal liter of hairspray the stylists had used. Craggy face that more often than not got him mistaken for ten years his senior with a spectacular beard sprouting from his chin. Beefy arms and thighs like tree trunks. He couldn't have been more out of place if he tried, among these superhumans glossed and polished to perfection like the crystal swans on A's necklace. Perhaps it was why he always went for the masked roles-he didn't think he could stand being so refined, or even manage to be refined at all.
Not that he could claim that he liked his face all that much either. His face had obviously gotten him in trouble more times than once, mainly from scared women who mistook him for a criminal.
Will let out a sigh-a deep, bellowing gush of hot air with all his sorrows weighing it down to sink to the ground. He sometimes wished he could say something back to his tormentors, but he feared he'd lose what little of a positive side he had left. If he couldn't be pretty, at least he had to be nice, didn't he?
"Hey pal. Finished with makeup?"
A deep, bellowing voice rather like his own rang out above him. Will looked up to find a familiar olive trench coat and looked up even further to find Gumshoe, with that ever-present bandage stuck to his cheeks and big smiling mouth.
"Hello, Detective."
He greeted kindly. Even if he had been the one to arrest him after that whole Steel Samurai fiasco, he was still a good, solid man and it really was just doing his job, after all. Besides, he was just an adorable puppy underneath that scruffy exterior of his.
"...wait, how did you know that I was just finished with makeup?"
Will asked curiously.
"Hm? Oh, I was assigned to be a bodyguard of sorts to you. Stop you from getting trampled, you see."
Gumshoe laughed as he scratched his cheek. Will chuckled-as if those little angels could make a dent in him.
"I very much appreciate the gesture. But anyway please, have a seat. We still have some time left before the show starts."
Will invited graciously, patting the spot next to him.
"Don't mind if I do pal!"
Gumshoe said cheerfully as he gladly sank down next to him. Will hid a smile at his enthusiasm-at least someone was happy to see him.
A minute passed, and then two. Will's neck was aching from looking down at the floor, but he refused to look up lest he make eye contact with Gumshoe. That would be just plain awkward.
"Hey pal."
Will jumped in his seat, turning his head to face him.
"Y-yes?"
"That lady at the salon wasn't real nice, was she?"
He couldn't even begin to fathom the why's and the wherefore's of the sudden change in topic, but Will managed to give a sheepish laugh.
"Oh...well...it's not like I'm not used to it. I mean, with this face...you can't blame her."
The actor said jokingly. Gumshoe didn't crack a smile though.
"I can. There's just something not right about how she said things, pal. I mean, you didn't even do anything and she just..."
"Well, it's hardly the first time I've heard something of that sort. I'm used to it, alright?"
The words were sharp even to his ears, and Will was immediately weighed down with a boulder of guilt in his stomach.
"...that didn't quite come out right. Anyway, it's nothing worthy of your concern. I'm alright, really. Gotta build a thick skin right? For the fame..."
Will ceased his rambling and looked down, twiddling his thumbs-or rather, the Pink Princess's thumbs. Each minute of silence began to squirm in his insides like snakes, and he braved a peek at Gumshoe's face.
"...well, if that's what you feel, I can't argue with that. Just remember one thing pal."
Gumshoe said slowly. Will gazed at the detective, confused.
"Practically every kid in Japanifornia loves you. There's a reason for that. And it ain't because of your face, or your role either."
"Then what do you think it is?"
Gumshoe scratched the back of his head, like he tended to do when he was embarrassed.
"Well...I was never quite good with all the word stuff. But I reckon...heart, might be a good word for it. It's hard to explain, but I can feel it, and if I can, then so can everybody else. So don't go around underestimating yourself, pal. You're plenty attractive as it is."
A warm feeling spread from his chest to his toes like a swig of cider, and Will could feel a smile lifting up the corners of his lips.
"Thank you, Mr. Detective. You're much better with words than you think."
Will said softly, his gaze fixated on his brown puppy eyes. Gumshoe let out another sheepish laugh, waving his hand.
"No problem at all, Mr. Powers!"
"Call me Will."
Will said hastily, then immediately regretted it. Gumshoe didn't seem to mind much though, slinging his arm across Will's shoulder with ease. His skin began to burn the instant he touched it, and Will felt himself sweating even more.
"Alright, Will."
That had been last week, and now Will was lying in his giant bed at 3 am, hazy fantasies darting around in his brain like rabbits while he perspired enough to soak the sheets.
He wondered what it would be like to kiss Gumshoe. Just the thought sent his feet kicking the sheets, embarrassed about his own fantasies but not quite willing to let them go.
He'd be very soft and sweet about it, Will decided. Clumsy, uncertain, and yet with a certain burning curiosity that made them eager to explore. Would his lips be soft? He wondered before immediately doubting it-lip care on Gumshoe's list of priorities was probably hanging off the very edge of the list by its fingertips, trying desperately to not fall off. It'd be chapped and rough, but Will could always wet it for him, couldn't he?
On the other hand...he couldn't deny the idea of rougher treatment, the scrape of five o'clock shadow around his jaw and neck and...maybe even other areas. Teeth marks here and there, marking spots where bruises would blossom into shades of soft red and purple. A voice growling in his ear, whispering things too soft for that tone...or too rough?
Will buried his face in his pillow and groaned, calculating the hours of sleep he could get if he could fall asleep in two seconds while fantasies of big, callused hands and a warm weight in his bed played in the background like the radio when he was working out.
This was hard. How did people put up with this sweet torture?