#when i WANT to get a new eyeshadow or foundation or whatever

[scientologisabethmoss]

i 1000% support and respect the choice of women to not wear makeup, to speak out against the beauty industry, to talk and write about the emotional/mental/physical/financial drain that adhering to patriarchal beauty standards causes. i stand by all of that wholeheartedly.

that being said, i get a certain type of emotional looking at the selfies that women post and attach to their sephora reviews of lipstick. i am genuinely moved by it. women of all different races and sizes and features, finding joy and self-confidence in rubbing pigmented wax on their lips. i’m particularly touched by the five-star reviews for bold, unnatural lip colors. you, a 42-year-old mom of three, felt so good about yourself in a bright red lipstick that you took a glowing photo of yourself wearing it to share to other women as if to say hey, i looked great today, i felt great too, and i want to help you feel the same way???? even if it’s in a super impermanent and superficial way?????? go off queen!

[blakeswritingimagines]

Asking to put makeup on them

Aegon: It would probably surprise him more than anything else, like, why would you want that out of nowhere, but he wouldn't mind trying it himself. He'll do whatever he can to experiment and try new things. And hey, if he doesn't like it, he can always take it off. Life's short, y'know? So what's the point of being insecure?

Aemond: Doesn't wear it, and thinks neither should you. Thinks about it as your face is one of the most, if not the most, important part of your natural beauty, and if you're covering it with things that are false, are you really giving people the chance to see the real you? When you're hiding yourself behind fake nails and powder, you would have to talk this man off a ledge just in order to actually try which he’ll still talk all the way through trying to simply prove his point.

Jacaerys: It’s probably something he’d be open to. He can see how it could make for a fun bonding experience — maybe even something that creates an even closer connection between you both. As long as you are understanding of his need to present as a masculine man, then he’ll be willing to experiment with the make-up and discover together what looks good on him and what doesn’t.

Lucerys: Would be open-minded, but he would have a lot of questions. He wouldn’t want to just jump into things without learning about what it’s like to put on make-up, the history of make-up, and how it makes people feel. To him, makeup is something that can be empowering and make you feel good about yourself, he would want to make sure that you know what your doing and is doing it for the right reasons.

Rhaenyra: Doesn’t see the point to embellish what is already perfect, as is. She will not sit still like a piece of clay, waiting for a sculptor to add paint. She is a dragon. Her eyes gleam red with flames. Her hair shines gold. She thinks if her appearance is not pleasing enough, then she would say the problem is not with her, but with those who dare to look upon a queen.

Daemon: Not a chance. He likes to look a certain way, He has an image. He likes to be as masculine as possible.  Makeup, nail polish, and anything feminine is a total no for him. He refuses to even think about being anyone's little pretty princess at least unless you bothered him enough about it.

Alicent: She'd probably be shocked, but she thinks she'd eventually let it happen. Just wants to make you happy, you know? I think it'd really only get weird if you insisted on doing it all the time and never letting her make the decision for herself.

Helena: Are we talking colorful eyeshadow that complements her natural features? Or are we talking a full face of makeup - foundation, contour, concealer - that transforms her into a whole new creature? Whatever you want to really try she’ll happily try as well, She’s willing to try it and you can make this into a beauty routine that you do together, trying out new products and styles until you both find something that you both love. This is an exciting opportunity to explore your creativity and express yourselves in a way that you've never done before!"

[cupidjyu]

hii could you do a juyo fluff where he does (tries to do) your makeup for you 💗 also your writing is actually so amazing ty for keeping deobiblr alive 🥹🥹

mr. makeup artist

juyeon x reader (request!! tysm anon so glad you like my writing!)

genre: bad makeup skills, juyeon being called baby, lots of smooches! notes: im going to butcher the actual fact that juyeon likes being called baby like oh my god, also me lowkey modeling this after my own makeup routine LMAO word count: 0.9k

you’ve always noticed that juyeon adored staring at you while you did your makeup. every time you would sit in front of the mirror, you could see in the reflection, him sitting on the bed watching you with such endearment.

so, one day, when you were just experimenting with new makeup that you had gotten, juyeon was sitting up in bed, just having woken up from a nap. he looked like a sleepy kitty, his sleeves coming up to rub at his eyes. he blinked. he was once again, looking at you lovingly.

you turned around, facing him.

you held a brush out to him, “want to try?”

he looked at you curiously, though you could tell he was excited by the way his eyes brightened. “can i really?”

“why not?” you smiled. you brought all of your things to the bed as you settled in front of him, sitting cross-legged. “do whatever you want.”

to be completely honest, you slightly feared for your life. but with how cutely excited he was as he stared at your bare face, you couldn’t ever interrupt him.

“your bare face is beautiful too,” he stated.

“oh,” you froze. “thank you.” he smiled sweetly in response.

“i watched some people do their makeup online,” he admitted. he looked at you with an adorably determined expression. “hopefully i can do well.”

you cooed, pinching his cheek, “aw, did my juyeonie really?”

he blushed, looking away for a second. then he looked through your makeup and picked up a bottle. “foundation?” he turned to you for confirmation. you nodded, almost proud. he paused, pursing his lips. “i don’t know how much to put…”

you shook your head, giggling, “don’t overthink it, baby.” he practically choked as he whipped his head to turn to you.

“b-baby?”

you simply ignored him and leaned your face closer. as he put it on your face and blended it out, you noted that he was doing it super, super, gently, and slow. you laughed, “why are you being so soft? it won’t blend that way.” you took his wrist in his and guided him, making him gulp.

he pouted, his eyes softening, “i don’t want to hurt you.”

you grinned, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “you could never.”

the rest of the steps went fairly well. though, he was still, incredibly, concerningly, gentle. though you found it endearing and cute, it certainly was not efficient at all. when it was time for eyeshadow, he tried to replicate what you usually do but with completely… wrong colors.

but, you didn’t tell him that. it looked like he was having fun. and you felt your heart beat faster when you noticed him admiring you like you were the most beautiful person in the world, his eyes twinkling and soft around the edges. you couldn’t help but smile.

when he was done, you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his cheek.

“what was that for?” he shyly smiled.

“nothing…” you cheekily beamed back.

while he was doing eyeliner, you felt it completely stray from the edge of your eye. you didn’t say anything but you could tell from the stressed look on his face.

“uh,” he stuttered. “i-” he put on a completely fake smile, giving a thumbs up, “y-you look great!”

he took the mascara but you were quick to stop him.

“ah, ah,” you stopped him.

“why?” he looked at you sadly, like a cat stuck in rain.

“i’d rather not get my eye poked…” you muttered.

“ah right.” he watched in admiration as you skillfully put it on. he praised you after, “you’re so amazing…”

you laughed, shrugging, “basic skill.”

for blush, he took your chin gently in his hand to make you face him. you felt your heart stutter as you stared right into his eyes. you loved how even with his large hands, he always touched you so carefully.

and then for lip gloss, you immediately puckered your lips to make it easier. he stared at you, his pupils dilating. much to your surprise, he surged forward and pressed his lips against yours.

you startled, looking at him with red cheeks, “why did you kiss me all of a sudden? i thought you were putting on the lip gloss.”

he coughed, “you- oh.” he blushed as well, fidgeting with his hands.

you paused before bursting out into laughter, “did you-” you couldn’t breathe. “did you think i was asking for a kiss?”

his face was even more red, “i- i guess…” he groaned. “don’t bring this up please, this is embarrassing.”

you laughed, “i won’t, baby.” you definitely will.

after he was done, he held the mirror up. you looked at yourself. and to be honest: you looked like a clown. but it was fine! totally fine!

he noticed your blank expression and he guiltily stared at you, “is it bad?”

you rushed to reply, “no! no, i-” you paused. “well actually, it’s a bit…”

he whined.

“don’t worry, juyeonie, i will teach you,” you looked at him with a reassuring smile. “my makeup artist in training, hm?” you pinched his cheek with affection. he looked at you and nodded, eagerly. you laughed, tackling him into a hug. you pressed kisses all over his cheeks.

you pulled away, “how do you think your art turned out? you’re the artist after all.”

he leaned up, swiping his thumb over your cheek fondly before kissing you.

“you look beautiful, even with my horrible makeup skills,” he whispered. “as always, my angel.”

you whined, burying your face in his chest, “don’t call me that! you’re insufferable.”

“then don’t call me baby?” he blushed as he remembered the amount of times you called him that.

“of course, baby.”

[violetnerves]

The Rise and Fall of Jenny Hopkins, aged 15: Bully Genderbend Au/Rewrite. Chapter 1, Part 1:

So this is Part 1 of an au/rewrite I've been working on for a bit... And it ended up getting out of hand because I ended up hitting over 12000 words just for Chapter 1 alone.

As a result, I had to split Chapter 1 into 2 parts, and even after that, both parts ended up being over 6000 words. It seems like a lot to me personally, but maybe I'm wrong.

Anyway, here's a summary of the au:

In this Au/rewrite of Bully, Jimmy Hopkins is instead Jenny Hopkins, a 15 year old girl with a history of delinquent behavior. She exhibits some symptoms of Anti-Social personality disorder, even being diagnosed by a therapist with Conduct disorder.

The female cast has been expanded a bit, and some of the existing female members have been fleshed out a bit more, some of the male cast has been given some care too. As a rewrite some things have been changed about the Canon story, partly to fix a few plot holes and issues with the original that may have been caused by the original games rocky development history, though not to the point where it's unrecognizable since I do enjoy the game's original story, despite it's many faults.

Regardless, I hope you enjoy what I've written so far.

Part one of Chapter 1 starts under the divider. I'll also be posting the story on AO3, under the account: BlueEclipse7573

Total word count: 6565

Content warning for violence and strong language. If there's anymore I should list, please let me know!

'Here we go again'

I was laid back in the backseat of my stepfather's rental car, staring up at the roof. It felt as though we'd been driving for days, even though it'd been a 1 hour trip to Bullworth from the hotel at most.

"Jenny..." My mother spoke up, trying to get my attention after i'd decided to just ignore her for the whole trip. "...Please say something," her tone was aggravated at this point, annoyed that she was being given the silent treatment by her own daughter.

Yet again, I didn't want to bother with a response.

It's not like I wanted to be mean to my mom, but it was the nicest thing I figured I could do to protest against getting sent to yet another Boarding school while my mother ran off for the year with yet another one of her flings.

The silence, aside from the noise of the car, would continue on until my new step-father, who was old enough to be her mother's father, decided he was going to parent me despite the fact that I'd only known the old guy since last week, when we'd first me during my mom's wedding.

"Speak to your mother, Jane..."

*'Oh, please'*

"What? Who are you? Mom, this creepy old guy is talking to me, I think he might be one of those 'perverts' you've warned me about," I replied. Granted, the new guy - whatever his name was, mom went through men like one of those revolving doors you see in fancy and expensive hotels, so I never really bothered to catch his name - surprisingly hadn't been creepy around me, at least compared to the other men mom decided to have relations with.

Mom always did have shit taste in men.

Mom groaned, clearly being driven up the wall by my attitude at this point.

"Jenny, please be nice to your new step-father. He's not a 'pervert'."

I sat up.

"Yeah, you might be right, but he's not really doing himself any favors with the whole 'fat, old, and balding child molester' look he's got going on."

The old man sighed, and mom turned her head to look at me, her mouth twisting into a snarl. I wasn't phased, I was used to it at this point. The older woman looked like a clown with how overdone her makeup was, with her dark purple eyeshadow and lips covered in a cheap waxy red lipstick, and with a foundation that barely matched her actual skin color.

She looked so old and trashy with all that crap on her face.

"That's enough! I've had it with you, you little brat. All I want is a little peace and quiet with my new husband, and you insult him!" Mom wailed, setting a manicured hand on the old man's shoulder.

"Now look what you've done, you've upset your mother!" The old man growled. "I've got half-a-mind to beat you..."

I frowned, giving him a clear stink eye.

I knew it. Just another phony. Just like the others.

"I doubt you would, i'm sure you only do that kind of crap to the women dumb enough to marry you."

The two adults gasped.

"I can't believe you, you little monster! We'll deal with you when we get back from our honeymoon... next. year..."

Mom had left it at that, much to my relief.

Getting into arguments with mom never made me feel good, even if I did enjoy pissing off whatever awful man my old woman decided to bring into her, and therefore our lives. I didn't want our relationship to be so bad. She was my mom after all... So why couldn't she just act like it for once?

It was sooner rather than later when the car slowed to a stop, and I looked out toward the large, foreboding entrance to the school I'd be stuck in for an entire school year.

The entrance to the school was a large, old-fashioned, dull red and white stone archway, the red color clearly faded a bit with time and wear. Chipped into the stonework near the top of the structure were the words "BULLWORTH ACADEMY." The dark Iron gate doors were wide open, yet I couldn't help but think they looked the complete opposite of inviting. Like a fancy jail cell.

"Finally..." The old man sighed heavily with relief.

*'Yeah, feelings mutual you shriveled old bastard'*

"Here we are, young lady, Bullworth Academy, just the kind of place a girl like you needs."

I pushed open the car door, grabbing my purse on the way out. I didn't even bother to spare a glance at the two adults behind me in the car.

"Have fun, Jenny! I'll think of you from our cruise ship!"

Mom giggled in response to her new husband's goodbye, but all I could give was an eye roll in response.

"Whatever," I muttered, shutting the back car door behind me.

The car revved, and the vehicle left the property entirely. Against my better judgment, I turned and watched as it drove off the premises.

I couldn't help but wince, accidentally letting the hard, emotional barrier I'd built up over the years crack a little.

"Mom, why'd you marry that phony? What is wrong with you?" I asked no one but myself. A question that already had an answer, and one I'd asked so many times before.

Mom married that old fart for protection, for money, and just because she wanted to. Getting a good husband for herself and a good father never was a factor for her to consider, not with how much of a revolving door her love life was. I hadn't been a priority to her for the last 10 years. It was always going to be just *her* needs.

So what *wasn't* wrong with her?

"I can't believe this..." I said to no one. A lie, really. One I'd said way too many times.

And I'd probably keep saying it for as long as I lived.

I was so caught up in wondering why I still wanted to defend my mom from her own awful decisions that I hadn't noticed the clicking of heels against concrete slowly growing louder.

"You must be the Hopkins girl,"

I jumped and turned, taken aback.

"Huh? Where'd you come from?"

It was a woman who was doing a bad job of looking younger than she actually was. She wore a dark, long-sleeved dress shirt with a matching pencil skirt. Her hair was done up a bit, curled up into rolls at the ends. In general, the woman had a very... old-fashioned look to her, as if the act of stepping out of my stepfather's rental car had sent me back in time a few decades.

"We've been expecting you, welcome to Bullworth Academy... (sigh)," the well-dressed woman said, putting an odd emphasis on the word Bullworth as well as raising and dropping her arms in a slow, dramatic arc as she did.

*'So weird'* I let the thought hover a bit.

"I'm sure you'll be happy here, very happy indeed..." She shrugged, "Anyway, I can't spend my life waiting around for naughty little girls... I've got a *man* to make happy"

*'Yeesh, you already remind me of my mother. That can't be a good sign.'*

"The Headmaster is expecting you Hopkins, in his study,"

"Ok, I'll go see him then," I replied. I then immediately turned and walked in the opposite direction of the school.

"Oh no, no, no, his study is over *there* girl, in the main building?" The over dressed woman adruptly mentioned in a hasty manner. I frowned and turned back to the woman, who pointed a finger towards the largest building on campus.

"Right... my bad ma'am." I tugged on the strap of my purse, silently annoyed that I wasn't able to get away with fleeing and hiding out until the school year ended.

It's not like mom would've noticed if I'd done that anyway.

I walked in through the entrance to the campus, already feeling like a trapped animal despite the gates still being open.

"Don't keep Dr. Crabblesnitch waiting, he's a brilliant man... brilliant..."

The gates behind me closed, and along with it, my one chance at freedom.

The woman took off without me for some reason, and I was left to just look around the area.

In front and to my left and right were two other buildings, both two stories tall.

However, I was stopped in my tracks by a group of three male students, all of whom seemed to be lacking the sweater vests that they should have been wearing. Their dress shirts weren't tucked in and instead left to hang out. They weren't even wearing slacks either. Instead, they all wore denim jeans for pants. Were they even following the dress code for this place?

They crowded around the middle of the two routes to what I could see were the two dorms, separated by gender.

It seemed they immediately noticed me as well, eyeing me down as fresh meat, clearly noticing I wasn't wearing the uniform.

Well, things were already off to a good start. I was still near the frigging entrance!

That *had* to have been a record.

The one in front, a white blond with a pimple problem, but an oddly charming smile approached me. The two behind the blond were backing him up, a dark-skinned black guy with a rather enthusiastic tone of voice yelling excitedly at the blond to "put the new kid in an armbar" and another white guy, except he had brown hair, as well as slightly tanned with a slingshot sticking out of his front pocket. He was quietly looking over the situation, It's like he was scheming hard about something, and I had a feeling it couldn't be anything good.

I was short, even for a girl, standing at barely 4'10. So despite the blond probably being average height for a guy his age, that still meant he had the height advantage. Same for the other two guys, who were a bit shorter than the blond but still obviously taller than me.

But that didn't mean much, in my opinion. I always felt the saying, "The bigger they are, the harder they fall" was accurate for a reason.

And if he didn't want to back off, "blondie" here was going to learn why pretty damn quick.

"Hey, new girl, a pretty face like mine is expensive to care for... How about a little dono to help keep it lookin' good?" He stuck out a slightly calloused hand, palm up and in my face. The other two boys behind him chuckled as if the whole thing was just a practical joke to them. One that "I" was the butt of.

I spared a glance at his open hand and then up to the face of the boy it belonged to.

"Wash your face first fucko. You've got the little dipper growing out of your forehead," I mocked, hissing the sentence out spitefully and glaring up at the taller boy. The grip on my purse tightened a bit.

My response made the blond drop his smile. I was white-knuckling the purse strap at that point.

"Eh! Wrong answer!" the blond reached for my bag.

Friggin' idiot.

Before he could react, I grabbed the arm that was reaching out for my bag, tugging him forward. I drew my head back and slammed it on his jaw, sending him falling back as I let go of his arm.

The two boys behind him yelled something out - a name, "Trent" or something - but before they could retaliate against me, I ducked away and sprinted off in the direction of the main building.

On the way, I bumped into a few students, earning a few insults and curses thrown my way. Luck was on my side, though, as a student exited the school building just as I neared the main door. I ran in while the door was still open, and it slammed shut behind me. I let out a breath, stepping forward into the large room.

A few students had taken notice of my adrupt arrival, but only for a few seconds, because they quickly went back to their daily routines just as soon as they had stopped.

*'...I guess that could've gone worse...'* I thought, heading up the stairs and into Dr. Crabblesnitch's office.

The first room I entered into was weirdly dark, with the only bit of light coming from the ceiling of the other room, which looked to be Crabblesnitch's main office. I took a few steps inside until I was in the other room, catching Crabblesnitch's attention soon after.

The light above turned out to be a skylight set into the ceiling, illuminating the room in the sun's natural yellow glow. There wasn't any sign of artificial light in the entire room, which... gave me a few thoughts, the first being of how cool it'd be to take pictures in here. The second thought was of how comforting this place should feel... yet I couldn't help but feel so uncomfortable and tense. That clearly wasn't a good sign.

"Ah, yes, so you must be Miss Hopkins," the older man said, gesturing for me to take a seat on one of the chairs lined up right in front of his desk.

I sighed.

"Uh huh," I said, hoping to get out of this room as soon as possible.

Crabblesnitch's brow furrowed, clearly annoyed with my overtly informal reply.

"What? 'Uh huh', what?"

I grumbled quietly.

"...I meant 'yes sir'..."

"Very good, now let me see..."

I sat down as Dr. Crabblesnitch brought out a folder nearly bursting with papers, which were the documentation of my record from the last 7 schools I'd attended along with some police reports. I thought it was impressive how thick the folder was. Anyone else probably - rightfully so maybe - might've felt a bit of shame looking at it... but not me. You couldn't pay me to care really.

So it wasn't surprising that the papers pretty much smothered Crabblesnitch's desk, covering the fine maple in a sea of white. As well as some red and black, due to the pen ink on the papers.

Crabblesnitch feigned a gasp, dragging his finger over multiple spots on different papers.

"My, my, Miss Hopkins, you've done a lot of naughty things, haven't you? Vandalism, graffiti, bad language, violent conduct, disrespecting staff, a shoplifting charge, and is that..." He motioned to a particularly large bit of red writing. "Arson? Oh, I'm absolutely terrified of *you* Miss Hopkins!" Dr. Crabblesnitch concluded, feigning fear much like that gasp from earlier.

"Aw c'mon, give me a break. That last one was an accident..."

Aside from everything else. Arson was probably the one I *hadn't* meant to do, oddly enough.

Crabblesnitch didn't appear convinced.

"Regardless, I don't think I've ever met a girl like you, never in all my years! You must be the rudest little girl I've ever encountered!" He lowered himself down to meet me eye-to-eye. "Tell me, Jane, why should I waste my precious time on *you*?"

I shrugged in response.

"I dunno."

Dr. Crabblesnitch stood up straight.

"Because it's my calling! It's what I do!" The older man pointed at Jenny. "*You* excel at causing trouble..." He gestured to himself. "And while my expertise is in fixing little boys rather than little girls, I'm sure my methods could work on someone 'butch' such as you, eventually you'll be the respectable young woman that you're meant to be! I have a good feeling about you, Miss Hopkins, I'm sure you and I could grow to be great friends..."

*'Sure, whatever you say.'* was my first thought. Okay, not really. My first thought was actually: *'Did he just call me 'butch'? What does that even mean? That's a name, isn't it?'*

Regardless, I was able to see through this guy like glass. I was sure the Dr's definition of a "respectable woman" was probably a few decades passed.

I was starting to see a pattern...

"Now, you keep that nose clean girl, or I'll scrub it raw myself if I have to!" He turned to the open door of his office. The clacking of heels caught my attention, so I turned to look as well. The lady who'd met up with me and abandoned me at the gate earlier strutted through the door, a serving tray with a tea kettle and a matching tea cup set in her hands. "Ms. Danvers?"

"Yes, Headmaster, and I've got your tea..."

"You are good to me, Ms. Danvers"

"No more than you deserve... Headmaster," Ms. Danvers said demurely, setting the tray down on a nearby table.

*'Ugh, i'm gonna hurl. Might get me in trouble, but that's better than whatever i'm sitting through right now.'* I shifted in my seat a bit, looking away.

"Ms. Danvers, would you kindly take our new friend Miss Hopkins here to the girl's dorm so she can be properly attired?"

"Certainly Headmaster," Ms. Danvers turned in my direction. As she did, her expression instantly changed from pleased to something akin to a disgusted sneer. Like she was addressing a bug she'd accidentally stepped on. "Come along, girl. I haven't got all day,"

I stood up, but before I could finally leave, Crabblesnitch addressed me one last time.

"And remember, young lady, you will have a clean nose, so keep it clean; or we'll do it for you."

As I left Crabblesnitch's office, I pondered at my current situation.

*'So, here I am at the worst school in the country, whose alumi are nothing but arms dealers, serial killers, and corporate lawyers. Real scum. And that out-of-touch old creep thinks he can tame me? We shall see my friend, I only give people what they have coming to them'*

Oh, that's good, that's something I'll have to remember to write into my diary later. I stuffed it in my suitcase for safe keeping, which was *hopefully* put into my dorm room.

Ms. Danvers and I stepped back into the school's main office.

"Go, run along to the Girl's dorm, young Hopkins, i'm far too busy to deal with you." Ms. Danvers abruptly said, much to my confusion and a little bit of anger..

"Weren't you supposed to take me there? Like Dr. Crabblesnitch told you to do?" My mind thought back to those boys from earlier. I didn't doubt that they would try to harass me again, especially after what I'd done to their buddy.

"The girl's dorm is the first building to your right when you enter the school. I'm sure you can find it on your own. You'll have plenty of time to get unpacked as your schedule is still being set up due to your mother's inability to send in your admission slip on time. Now, get a move on, little miss." Ms. Danvers replied, pretty much ignoring the question.

Well, there went my security.

I struggled not to flip off Ms. Danvers on my way out as I left the building. On my way out I saw a group of well dressed guys who all simultaneously radiated an air of smug get into a fight with what I could only guess were a few background characters from the movie Grease.

What the hell was wrong with this place?!

*'Just gotta get to the Girl's dorm, and I can keep my head down till lunch. Seems like a solid enough plan to me.'* it wasn't like I had classes to go to, at least not until tomorrow, or, if I was lucky, the day after maybe; Until then, just keeping a low profile was the best option.

As I made my way down the steps, I noticed two of the bullies from earlier walking my way, the karate obsessed one and slingshot kid. Without hesistation, I began speed walking back to the large circle walkway near the entrance, the middle area separating the two dorms. In my haste, I figured going right was correct, going off of memory of what Ms. Danvers had told me minutes earlier. I mean, shoot, my memory couldn't have been that bad, could it?

*'Ms. Danvers said something about going right, so i'm going right. Screw it'*

It was only when I reached the front of the building that I realized I'd fucked up my directions. I could clearly make out the words, 'BOY'S DORM' above the entrance to the building.

The blond, Trent *if* my memory was correct - considering how I ended up here, I was justified in having my doubts - who had tried to shake me down for money earlier stood in front of the steps leading to the dorm's entrance. His lower lip was swollen and turning a nasty shade of red and purple. He was joined alongside two redheads - auburn on the right and maroonish in front of the two - dressed similarly to him on the stairs leading up to the Boy's Dorm.

"It's her! That's the new girl who did it, Wade! I'm gonna end up relegated to backstage duty for my next play because of her!" Trent motioned at me, then to his throbbing, already starting to redden lower lip as he addressed the leading redhead.

"YOU'RE GONNA GET IT WWIIMMMPPP" the other red haired boy to the left practically shouted out. I wasn't sure if the guy lacked an inside voice or if he was just *really* that mad about what I'd done to his buddie's lip.

"You're dead, new kid, DEAD!" The redhead who'd been referred to as "Wade" shouted, making his way down the steps with his fists up and at the ready.

I backed away and turned, ready to sprint away again. Instead, I found that there were 4 other people behind me. There were the two other boys from earlier, the karate kid and Slingshot blocking off the entrance along with a black haired boy with a hell of a black eye on his right eye in the middle of them, though he looked a bit nervous. I knew he was with them, though, with how similarly he was dressed, with the white school button up with jeans look.

Then there was the last member, and she probably stood out the most, even though she was clearly with them given her outfit. She was a blonde, like Trent; and while that probably didn't necessarily mean they were related, the way she smiled certainly matched the same one he'd had earlier. She had those... weird emo kid hairstrips, the ones with jagged purple and black stripes. Her button-up shirt was open, and under it was a black spaghetti strap undershirt.

Her makeup was all fucked up, streaks of eyeliner haphazardly swiped under her eyes onto her cheeks as well as on her lips, which had some purple lipstick on peeking out from underneath all the mess. It was like she'd done her makeup while she was in the middle of a mental breakdown, just swiping and swiping until she'd finally felt satisfied.

She wore striped arm warmers and even though she wore jeans to match with the other boys, they were noticeably ripped to the point where the right pant leg was just gone, cut off to probably the beginning of her thigh. Underneath that was a pair of thigh-high socks, similar in color to her hair strips and arm warmers. Her shoes were a pair of Chuck Taylor shoes, yet again, the same color scheme to the aforementioned other articles of clothing she had.

She still had the school issued skirt and tie, but even she'd managed to put her own... unique touch on how she'd worn them. The skirt was tattered, not really exposing anything since she wore jeans, but I was surprised she was bold enough to just wear them destroyed like that. Then there was the way she wore the tie, which had me all kinds of confused. She had it in her hair, using it as a hair tie to pull some of her long hair into a side ponytail.

It was kind of difficult not to notice and point out all the oddities of her outfit. It was just... all out there.

She held up a video camera and pointed it at me. Great, so she thinks she's gonna record me getting my ass kicked? Nice, real nice. What a goddamn joke. I was just gonna be a part of something her and her buddies would laugh at later.

"Yeah! Get her! Get the new kid!" the karate obsessed boy jeered.

*'Damn it, mom, why'd it have to be this school?'* I thought as Wade began to get closer and closer.

"You jerks are really pissing me off! That's not something you wanna do, I'm only gonna tell you once! Screw off!" I carried myself and threatened him in the most intimidating way I could. A part of me knew it wouldn't work, though. It rarely ever did.

It wasn't fair. People always just had to pick on me, and for what? For what goddamn reason?! Why was I some kind of target for people to pick on?!

"A bit late for that bitch! Now put up or shut up and i'll beat your ass!"

I grabbed at the strap of my purse, letting it slip off my shoulder and fall to the ground.

What right did these jerks have to push me around? What dumb justification did they have? It was probably some bullshit about them being sad or something, as if that gave them any right...

I scowled, stepping forward towards the taller red-head.

Well, no more. These guys were clearly asking for it, so they were going to get *exactly* what was coming to them. I'd make damn sure of it.

I didn't notice the growing crowd forming behind the bullies blocking my only exit. Mainly students lured by all the commotion going on. I hardly heard the yipping and yelling of the crowd, my anger and frustration causing it all to merge together into some incomprehensible mish-mash of sound.

Wade took a step toward me, getting within a distance where he could hit me; instead, my fist cracked against his face, and the sound of my knuckle hitting spongy skin made an unpleasant sound. The force caused Wade to stumble back. His body barely turned 180 degrees before he fell back. His body hit the stone ground, and, for a moment, it all went quiet aside for the sound of me exhaling angrily.

Trent and Troy looked down at Wade's knocked out body in surprise, then looked up at me. It wasn't long until Trent blurted something out.

"Grab her Ethan!"

Behind me, Ethan grabbed at my arms, clearly trying to restrain me, but I realized he wasn't that much taller than me, so I retaliated by headbutting him. I whipped around, realizing that it was the Kung-fu kid from earlier. I threw a hard punch at his gut, and it was enough to double him over.

With my back turned, Trent took the opportunity to grab what little hair I had on my head and yank me back, followed by him pinning my arms while Troy prepared to punch me in the face.

Bad idea.

I ducked at the last second, and instead of Troy's fist hitting me, he'd accidentally socked Trent in the jaw instead.

"OH NO, I DIDN'T MEAN TO-"

Trent let go of me, and I kneed Troy in the crotch. Returning the favor, my fist met the middle of Troy's face. I got a bit of a thrill as I felt some of the bones of his nose crack from the force. He screamed and fell over, his nose already gushing.

I backed away, now facing the rest of the jerks who were stupid enough to mess with me.

2 down... 3 more to go. Trent, black eye kid, and Slingshot.

The three came at me all at once. Black eye kid tried grabbing for me.

"Nobody beats on Tom's frie-AaagGGGHHhhh!"

I kicked the kid, whose name was Tom, apparently, hard in the groin. I slammed my head on the left side of his face, subconsciously hoping to give him another black eye just for being stupid enough to grab me.

Slingshot grabbed me, and I took Tom and shoved him at Slingshot, causing the both of them to topple over. Slingshot kid hit the ground rather hard, and with the weight of Tom, he was knocked out.

Then there were just two, me and Trent.

He caught me off guard. Trent threw a punch at my face, and it connected. I stumbled back, and he hit again. That time it was a kick to my gut.

I found myself stumbling back a bit, but rather than that screwing me over, instead I ducked his punches. Trent was a lot taller than me, and I knew an easy way to use that against him.

I backed off, ducking to avoid both his punches and kicks. This only agitated him further, and he tried to get closer.

Before he knew what I was doing, I charged at him. I ducked, wrapping my arms around his waist and tackling him to the ground. He couldn't even act, freezing up as I laid punches on his face and chest. I was nearly out of breath by the time I was done.

Eventually, Trent stopped resisting altogether, head lolling to the side as the only sound he made was some pained groans.

I stood up, and only then did I notice the crowd blocking the entrance.

Every single one of them was shocked, and for a moment, their reactions had me a bit giddy. Especially the other Bully girl who was dressed weird, who was still filming *everything.* She appeared as if she wasn't sure if she should still film everything or not.

I was tempted to laugh until I heard a familiar voice behind me.

"Y-You! Bitch! Once I'm- I'm done with you! You'll be drinking from a straw!"

Behind me, Wade yelled, and I turned around just as he swung for my face clumsily, as if my earlier punch still had him a bit dazed. I grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn.

A smirk crossed my face knowing what I was about to do.

With Wade's back to me, I grabbed his jeans and gave him a wedgie, causing him to squeal in a high pitch. I kicked him in the lower back for good measure, and the combination of the kick and his dazed state caused Wade to lose his balance, and just like when I'd slugged him in the face earlier, he fell and knocked himself out on the concrete.

And then it was all over.

I turned to Trent, and just to rub salt in the wound, I snorted and spat a wad of snot and spit on him.

"That's what happens when you screw with Jenny Hopkins! Who's your momma! Yeah!" I raised a fist to the air in triumph. Sure, my face kinda hurt and I was sure it'd bruise like hell, but hey! Things were actually going my way for once! I totally taught those jerks a lesson!

The crowd at the entrance began murmuring, and while I didn't catch what everyone was saying, one sentence stood out to me for whatever reason.

"Wow, what an idiot. Russell isn't going to like this." One of the more snobbish, uptight voices in the crowd spoke, giving me pause.

I waved it off, and spat back.

"Pft, who's Russell? I'll kick his ass too!" I said proudly. I'd already beaten all these guys. How could another dude be any more trouble?

My newfound confidence proved to be short-lived, however, as I began to feel the earth shake from beneath me.

An Earthquake? In New England?

No, that couldn't have been it, did they even have earthquakes in New England? What else could it be?

Whatever it was, it couldn't have been anything good, judging by how the crowd that surrounded the entrance to the Boy's Dorm just seconds earlier seemingly vanished without a trace, including the weirdly dressed girl.

A loud, ear shattering bang of wood hitting stone sounded behind me.

I twirled around, my usual squinted eyes now wide open in *bafflement* at the sight of the possible missing link in human evolution that she'd kept hearing about from those Bigfoot hunting shows.

At the top of the steps to the Boy's Dorm, an overly large ogre of a - Adult? Teen? I couldn't tell - student, judging by the uniform, stood as tall as he was wide, his frame taking up the entirety of the double door frame. He took one look at me, and then the group of boys laying prone on the concrete.

If this was a cartoon, I was sure there'd be steam pouring out of his ears. His face was redder than a chili pepper from rage.

He yelled, literally roaring as if he was some kind of beast instead of a man... boy...

...Whatever...

"YOU'RE DEAD, NEW KID! DEAD! ROAARRR!"

*'Fuck my life.'*

The brown haired beast rushed toward me, and for the first time in forever, I was stuck in place and couldn't move.

His fist met my face, nearly knocking me off balance. I felt a hot fluid spray out of my nose from the hit, and my hands clasped my nose immediately after, coming back colored in a dark red that contrasted heavily with the light freckled skin of my hands.

I yelped, stepping back as the beast roared again and beat his chest like a goddamn gorilla. Before he could unleash another blow, however, a voice I didn't recognize yelled from behind me.

"Russell! Russell, no sir! Back off of that girl at once!"

I turned and saw as a thin, young adult woman with yellowish blonde hair ran towards Russel and I, getting in between the two of us. She started grabbing at my shoulders firmly as a way to get ahold of me and away from the much bigger boy in front of us.

My nose blood trailed down my mouth, and I tasted copper - A taste I was all too familiar with - as I looked to the woman who was now focused on Russell.

"That'll be enough of that young man! I know your mother taught you better than to lay your hands on a fellow student like that!" The woman who couldn't have been that much older than me barked to the boy who towered over her. The over developed brute didn't give much of a reaction. In fact, it didn't seem like the kid even had much of anything going on upstairs.

Yet he complied, stomping back into the Boy's Dorm, like a well-fed bear returning to its cave to hibernate for the winter.

I sniffed, looking up at the woman.

A teacher that actually gave a shit for once? It was like I'd found a 4-leaf clover... or something like that.

When the woman turned to me, her face looked like she'd been on the verge of bursting into tears at any moment. Yet when she spoke again, her voice was weak and quiet, but not really wobbly like you'd usually notice from somebody about to cry.

"Oh dear... Your nose is bleeding... I really ought to take you to see the nurse for that, it could be broken..." She pointed at the main school building, to the left door next to the main entrance. "The nurse's office is just right there."

I shook my head.

"N-no, it's fine. I know what a broken nose feels like and what I've got... isn't it." I said, blowing my nose and feeling a bit of blood ooze out. To say I was familiar with having my nose broken would be like asking me if I was familiar with eating. Or breathing. "I just need a napkin or tissue, whichever one I can get a hold of."

The lady still looked a bit worried, but she didn't hesitate to dig into the satchel she had hung on her shoulder. She brought out a small pack of tissues sealed in a plastic wrapping, opening it and offering some of them to me.

"Here, you ought to make your way into the Girl's dorm. It's the building just over there. Mrs. Peabody is inside, and she'll make sure you're taken good care of. She looks after the girls here in Bullworth Academy."

She stuffed the remaining tissues back in her satchel as I tore and stuffed the pieces of it up my nostrils to block the blood flow. I felt and looked dumb, but that was better than getting blood everywhere.

Begrudgingly, I thanked the blonde woman, and in response, she gave me a smile. It was... rather nice. But I didn't give much of a response other than a nod. Adults tended to be two-faced and phony, and for all I knew, this was just gonna be something temporary.

"Oh no need to thank me, miss, I'm just doing my job." she gave me a pat on the back, which simultaneously felt a bit patronizing... but also kinda nice.

Huh, it looked like she really was just a nice lady. At least something was going good for me today.

"My name is Dr. Lamb, i'm Mrs. Peabody's aid as well as the school's guidance counselor. We'll probably be seeing a lot of each other from now on," Dr. Lamb looked around at the bullies who were currently writhing around in pain on the ground. I noticed she had a frown on her face, which made sense given what she had to deal with now... thanks to me no less.

"Go ahead and get yourself settled over in the Girl's Dorm. Mrs. Peabody might be a little strict, but she genuinely does care for the well-being of all the girls here in the Academy. I'll just take these boys over to Nurse McCrae."

I looked around and only then really took in the carnage I'd caused. Trent, Wade, and the rest of their buddies were sprawled out all around us. At least two of them had a bloody nose, and the kid with the thick Brooklyn accent had a tooth knocked out and a small trickle of blood trailing down his lips. Yeesh, I might've headbutted him harder than I thought. Wade's underwear peaked out of the back of his pants as he laid face down, clearly stretched out from the wedgie I'd given him.

I felt like grinning, but I felt that'd probably upset Dr. Lamb. She'd already been so nice to me, fucking up her opinion of me by being my typical snarky bitch self would suck.

"Yeah, I'll just get going... Thanks Dr. Lamb..."

I looked to the Girl's Dorm, only to notice her, the girl from before who'd been recording everything, running back to the scene. I'd been prepared to beat her ass like I'd done to her friends when she just bumped into me, running past *without* apologizing and yelling:

"Guys! Don't worry, I've got my healing crystals!"

A chorus of groans came from the boys lying down, and I stifled a laugh before making my way to the Girl's dorm properly.

[amostimprobabledream]

*pops gum* Could I, like, get headcanons of Dazai with a fem s/o who is a famous beauty guru? I just imagine him popping up in the back of her vids and people asking for his skincare routine. XD Dazai: "sake, lack of sleep, and suicidal thoughts!"

You bet your sweet bippy you can!

Dazai may be a handsome bastard, but it cannot be denied that the man doesn't take the best care of himself. From his constant suicide attempts to his purposefully winding up Kunikida to the point of getting smacked around by him, he generally doesn't put his own wellbeing in high regard. Thus, watching someone practise self-care like having a beauty routine and knowing enough about makeup to teach others how is quite a stark contrast.

He seems to take at least some care of his appearance - his outfit is always clean and he dresses well, and he must change those bandages every day to keep them fresh. Plus you know he smells good - women don't like a guy who stinks. So watching you transform yourself with some mere skilful uses of contouring and colour intrigues him.

He hypes up whatever look you go for, but tbh I think Dazai has a secret weakness for that "fresh-faced" look - like clear mascara, lip tint, a little concealer and blush. He likes the doe-eyed, innocence you give off, even if your personality is the total opposite. But he also thinks you look great with dramatic eyeshadow, so he's not difficult to impress.

Yes, he does willingly sit for a "Doing My Boyfriend's Makeup" video. Dazai's a very indulgent boyfriend and he loves that cute little concentrating look on your face as you gently dab foundation on it. And he looks fucking amazing with just a little bronzer and highlighter to emphasize those cheekbones of his. "Am I pretty?" he'll tease you, knowing full well he looks great. Feel free to poke him.

He'll pipe up with, "But Bella, you don't need makeup! You're a goddess even when you're fast asleep and snoring, aha!"

Dazai doesn't have a lot of personal possessions of his own so he's astonished by how much equipment makeup requires - like why are there so many different brushes?! He'll pick up an eyelash curler and remark about how it looks like those gadgets the Port Mafia used to use to peel off fingernails. (Tmi, Dazai.)

Thinks the fan-following you have is cool and it fills him with a funny warm feeling when he reads the comments and sees people gushing about your new look or people telling you you've given them the confidence to try that lipstick shade they've always wanted to. (If he finds mean comments directed at you, Dazai makes them...go away before you get to read them. He's protective of you but he keeps the more unethical ways he expresses that on the dl.)

He'll whistle when you're going through products you recommended. Beware because he does not care he's on camera - he absolutely loves to fluster you, because this is Dazai fucking Osamu we're talking about. "I'd say that facial serum you're so fond of is a waste of money, lovely." "Huh? What do you mean?" "Because! We both know that the best facial you could ever have is my cu-" "DAZAI OSAMU, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!"

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 4

Episode 7: Meet Cute Crush

~In the Man Cave~

"Remind me again why we're watching this crap?" (y/n) asked Charlotte as she sat next to the girl at the supercomputer, which had some crappy, online makeup tutorial up on the screen. The room was quiet, peaceful, tranquil compared to the usual hustle and bustle that occurred with several males stampeding through the Man Cave, so they were taking the time to just chill out, have some quality girl time with no silly boys around to cause them any issues. 

Schwoz was off doing god knows what and Henry and Ray were off responding to an emergency call, which left them to do whatever the hell they wanted, and that just so happened to be researching some new makeup tips from teenage wannabe gurus.

Now, (y/n) was definitely missing her boyfriend, feeling like the peace was unnatural in her home as it was him that usually made her life so varied and exciting, but she'd chosen not to follow him on this particular mission, stating that she was sure that three superheroes were a little excessive for a playground problem. 

Ray had turned a little mopey at that, whining that he always worked better with her around and with his little secret still under his belt, he didn't want to leave. But she insisted, saying that she'd be at home waiting for him to come back. And that's where they left it, Henry dragging his boss to the tubes as (y/n) pulled a chair up to the computer so she could take the afternoon off.

"Because! It's fun and you never know, you might get some ideas for wooing Ray." Charlotte replied, scrolling through several videos until she found one that looked pretty good, a smiling, brown-haired girl in the thumbnail. The woman on her left rolled her eyes, trying not to let the sly comment get to her, but a blush hit her cheeks, all the same, feeling slightly bashful that the teen loved to tease her about her relationship. 

Not one for romantics, Charlotte normally repulsed any ideas of love, preferring to stick to her friends, studies and job, however, she couldn't ignore this couple, not when she knew what was in store and how easy it was to make her squeal.

"He's plenty wooed already, just play the video." (y/n) groaned, hearing the quiet giggles and seeing the way Charlotte's shoulders were shaking with mirth at how she was quick to get playfully defensive. She hit play anyway, leaning back in her chair as the online teen began to speak.

"Now, to save money on eyeshadow, I suggest using...paprika!" The girl, called Lauren, smiled and (y/n) and Charlotte frowned when she began smearing it over her eyelids, making the older woman cringe at how crusty and patchy it was, not forgetting stupidly dangerous. 

She was so glad that she was born in the eighties, way back when there was no such thing as the internet and dumb tutorials like this one because she just knew that she might have followed the advice like so many teens sat at home right now. At least Charlotte had common sense and looked just as sceptical as she did.

"If her eyeball isn't on fire now, then it will be when she gets conjunctivitis." (y/n) snorted, watching the girl rub the powder all over her eye area, clearly believing that she had discovered some revolutionary technique for a perfect smokey eye. With her face looking...questionable, Lauren moved on to her next tip, which the girls weren't particularly looking forward to but they kept watching, interested to see how she was gonna save their dollars again.

"And instead of foundation, which is really expensive, you can use...hummus!" She exclaimed, lifting up her pot of crushed chickpeas and that's when (y/n) stopped caring. This had to be satire or some kind of prank because there was no way that anyone would smear a thick, lumpy, vaguely-but-not-really, skin-coloured mush on their face. However, when Lauren actually started doing it, rubbing the hummus into her skin with a tissue, she realised that this was genuine belief. Charlotte slumped in her seat, the truth hitting her too and she was ready to turn it off before any more of their brain cells died, but it turned out that there was one last thing to listen to. "Oh, and notice how I'm not using a sponge! This is just an old tissue found in the trash."

"Yeah, I'm not putting hummus on ma face," Charlotte stated dryly, clicking off the video since they'd both had enough stupidity for one day, the woman silently agreeing that any price for real foundation was better than walking around with dip on your face, but now they were left with nothing to do. Luckily for them though, as one door closed, another one opened and the tube alarm sounded as the glass dropped, signalling the triumphant return of Captain Man and Kid Danger. (y/n) immediately spun her chair around, smiling brightly as her boyfriend came down with his sidekick, both of them landing with a Slush Puppie in their hand.

"Hey, back so soon?" The woman teased, her grin growing as she walked across the room, intent on meeting Ray halfway as they came down the steps and his gaze softened at the sight of her happily skipping towards him. His free arm extended to take her into his embrace after a lonely mission without her; yeah, he'd had Henry, but he wasn't her, nowhere near being her equivalent, and even though it had only been a couple hours, he was ready to be back by her side. 

"You make it sound like a bad thing." He smirked, making Henry and Charlotte share an eye roll at how they'd been "reunited" for less than ten seconds and the flirting was already at one hundred, his hand splayed out on her back and hers trailing up his chest, eyeing up the frozen slush drink for a second. Oh yeah, she'd be sipping that in a few moments, but first, she had to feedback to his comment and return his flirtatious tone, something she wasn't able to resist. 

"Never." She replied, standing on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips, which he hungrily returned after having been separated from his soulmate for too long in his opinion. The teens stood patiently, waiting for them to break apart since they were used to it at this point and it was common knowledge that if you let them kiss it out, they'd eventually start listening again, albeit holding hands or something similarly gross. 

(y/n) was the first one to let go, giggling when he whispered in her ear, probably a filthy, cheeky line that he didn't want the kids to hear but couldn't help but tell her just to make her tummy flutter. Ugh, couldn't they get a room?

"So, what happened? Come on, put her down, it's only been two hours." Charlotte groaned exasperatedly, making the two straighten themselves out slightly when it clicked that they were being touchy again and weren't the only ones in the room, despite it feeling like that. (y/n) pulled back, choosing to slot herself against Ray's side where he would be free to keep his arm around her and presses any number of kisses against her temple, whilst also allowing her to bring his slushie to her mouth. There was no way she wasn't gonna steal his drink, that's just what she did.

"Oh, well, we showed up at the playground..." Ray started, passing the cup to his girl once he caught her gaze on his right hand and he instantly knew that her quirk was back, the one that he had a love/hate relationship with. He never got to finish any sodas, coffees, slushies, anything that she liked because he could never resist those puppy-dog eyes that she had when she wanted to share. He would've gotten one for her too, but he didn't, he knew it wouldn't be the same; his girl didn't want her own drink, she wanted them to share because it came from him and that's what he loved.

"Yeah, and there's like a bunch of second-graders playing in the sandbox." Henry continued, side-eyeing the way they were slurping from the same straw and totally not paying attention. Jeez, if this was a two-hour deficit, what would a longer period result in? Ray sip, (y/n) sip, Ray sip, (y/n) sip, that's how it went and in between the strawberry ice, he kissed and mumbled into her hair, only stopping when he thought he should add something completely redundant to the conversation. "They were playing the sandbox!"

"Yeah, I just said that, stop kissing your girlfriend. She's not gonna disappear, dude." Henry told him, making Ray pause to frown at the kid who'd just burst their happy, little bubble of love. His girl blushed but said nothing, knowing that Henry meant nothing by it, he was just a typical teen who was irked by his boss' nuzzling and nauseating muttering. 

And she didn't mind, you'd have thought that she'd bite back, tell him that she'd waited far too long for his kisses to say no to them, but she'd just gave him a subtle, knowing smirk. Little did anyone know, but Henry was taking a trip to New York to see a certain someone, a secret he'd told only her about and she knew that his nerves were getting to him and any romance was freaking him out a bit.

"All right, all right, we're breaking it up. Continue, doofus..." She soothed the boy, leading her boyfriend over to the couch where the boys could sit after their tricky mission and Henry let it go when he saw how she actively toned it down. They stood for a moment, not sitting down since the excitement of the tale gripped the boys more than their need to rest; they were superheroes, rest was for babies.

"Right, but what the kids didn't realise was..." Ray started, now holding his girl's hand since his youngest sidekick was being so tetchy. He didn't know why he hadn't asked, all he knew was that she and Henry had been whispering recently with red cheeks and wide smirks, so he was aware that something was up. They were bonding over something, which warmed his heart as it was plain to see that he was going to her for advice (a smart move considering how Ray wasn't known for being discreet) and he saw no reason to start ripping holes in that. She'd tell him at some point, probably when they had their end-of-the-day chat in bed or it would come out for everyone to hear, either way, he trusted her, he trusted both of them.

"That, uh...there was a nest of scorpions right in the sandbox." Henry went on, taking a long slurp from his slushie as (y/n) and Charlotte's mouths dropped in horror. Scorpions in a children's play box? Why were they finding that amusing? Just the thought of those poor, little kids reaching out to make a sandcastle, digging through the box to have a good time, only to get stung by some vicious arachnids, was dreadful for the girls and suddenly, (y/n) kinda wished she'd gone along to ensure everyone's safety. "Scorpions?!"

"And they were crawling all over them and they were freaking out—" "Oh, yeah, arghhh, they're on my face!!! Ahhh, for the love of God—" Henry and Ray screeched, imitating the utter terror from the children who'd been unfortunate enough to play in the sandbox and the boys slumped down as they finished their screaming, sniggering to one another about how amusing it was. 

With an unamused expression, (y/n) plonked down next to her boyfriend, instead of sitting on his lap like normal, and tucked her feet under herself as his arm went over her head to rest on the couch's back and open up his side for snuggles. She moved in closer, of course, she did, carefully gauging the kid's reaction as he spread out on the other half of the sofa and when she saw that he didn't care, her head rested against Ray's chest, close to the join of his shoulder thus they'd stay cute but not suffocatingly so.

"So, the innocent kids were covered in tiny creatures with deadly stingers, what next?" The woman asked her boyfriend, guiding his straw into her mouth again for a quick sip before he spoke again, her hand resting on his pec just to close the circle of intimacy. It was nice and she wondered why they couldn't stay like that forever, just her, him, their friends and fucking comfortable couch for them to relax into, perfect serenity.

"Then we just grabbed a fire hose." "A big, old fire hose." Ray looked down at her and shrugged with Henry, finishing the story rather anticlimactically after talking about scorpions and whatnot, his flare for adding drama really making it out to be some daring rescue, but when it came down to it, the whole thing had been a pretty simple job. He sucked on his slushie a bit more, noticing how it was noticeably lighter now that it had two people drinking from it but one look at his pretty girl and how she was absentmindedly drawing patterns on his suit with her finger and it suddenly didn't matter. He'd give up all his beverages if it meant he got to have her, quirks and all.

"Just, uh, sprayed the scorpions of the kids." He concluded, chuckling with the boy for some reason that went over the girls' heads. Obviously, it must have been much more hilarious to witness, otherwise, Ray's shaking wouldn't disturb (y/n) from her drawing, forcing her to sit up properly so she and Charlotte could give them slightly judgemental looks. Okay, maybe the image of blasting an unsuspecting toddler with a beam of highly pressurised water was a bit funny, but because they were upstanding people with morals, (y/n) and Charlotte would never divulge that. And they wouldn't have to; midway through their giggles, the superhero and sidekick were interrupted by a minor alarm from the computer, telling them that someone from Junk-N-Stuff was trying to get in contact.

"Hey, that's Jasper, calling from upstairs," Charlotte mentioned and wandered over to answer the call, ending the moment for everyone since every time that boy rang, it presented them with a problem. Back to work, it was, no more snuggling and the three on the couch instantly straightened out, getting ready to go and help with whatever issue Jasper couldn't solve by himself.

"Oh, great," Ray grumbled sarcastically, silently ruing the day he took that kid into his employment, but honestly, Jasper had been getting better and he was starting to like him a smidge, not that he'd ever admit it. He had a tendency for interrupting cuddling, movie-watching, napping, kissing, talking, working out, and other...physical activities, so any buzz was a red flag going up in Ray's mind, but like always, they answered, worried that this time, like any other time, could be the one where Jasper really was crying wolf. 

"Hey, what's up?" Charlotte answered the call instantly, opening the line so they could see the teen cowering in the storeroom. He was calling from his phone, which was odd since he could've just used the cameras near the counter and cash register, so the fact that he'd had to go into the back said a lot; someone was out on the shop floor and he didn't know how to deal with them. "Hey, it's me, Jasper."

"Yeah, we can see that, Curly." (y/n) replied sarcastically, throwing the comment over her shoulder since she was still partially snuggling with her boyfriend, although she still retained her kind, playful smile, which shined through her voice, so Jasper didn't take it to heart. He just nodded slightly and refocused on the purpose of his call, telling them about the very angry child he was being forced to deal with at that moment.

"Cool, uh, so Henry..." He started, making the three on the couch stand up and walk over since it was kinda hard to have a decent conversation when they could barely see the monitors. It sucked to stand up again so soon after coming back from a job but they didn't mind, if Jasper had a problem, so did they and (y/n) and Ray could hold hands or something. No biggie. "Yeah, what's up, big dog?"

"Your sister is here!" Jasper hissed, making them all frown. Piper was in Junk-N-Stuff, ew, that made Ray's hair prickle and stand-on-end, knowing that he had a brat on the premises and it was even more shocking for Henry. His sister never came for friendly visits, mainly because they were never that friendly to each other, so hearing that she'd come into his place of work, where there was super-secret, super important stuff lying around, made alarm bells ring in his head. "Wha—why? What does she want?"

"I don't know. I told her you were busy and then she got mad and said she's not leaving until she talks to you." The boy explained, making Henry let out a long, tired sigh. He'd already done so much work today and it wasn't even mid-afternoon yet, and now he had to go see his moody, little sister. He had all the luck.

"Are you sure she's mad?" He asked, hoping that if she was in a reasonable mood, then it would be an easy problem to fix no then he'd be able to go back to enjoying the precious free time he had to relax, but fate wasn't that kind to him. When was Piper ever in a good mood when it came to him? "Yeah, look at her pacing angrily" Jasper turned the camera, so they could see past the beaded door curtain and witness how the girl was burning a groove into the tiles by how quickly she was marching around. Yikes, she was in a terrible mood and Henry was gonna be taking the brunt of it.

"Look, just tell her that I'll see her at home before I leave for New York," Henry told him, sparking Ray's interest when he heard about the secretive trip. No one had told him that his sidekick was going away, to New York of all places, and even though he couldn't make the connection of who was in New York, he still wanted to know every little detail. "You're going to New York?"

"He sure is! For a whole weekend!" (y/n) squealed, giving the boy a quick side hug at the reminder that he was finally taking her advice and seeing the Game Shaker girl again, not just on a video call, but actually flying out to her city for Valentine's Day, it just set off her hopeless romantic heart. Henry was nervous, terrified, now realising why Ray had always gotten clammy and cowardly whenever he came close to telling his girl about how he loved her, but he also had the number one cheerleader for cheesy romance on his side and with her wisdom and encouragement, his plane ticket was bought and he was leaving in a couple of days. 

It was just something between them, it had to be if they wanted it to stay lowkey, but nothing could stop (y/n)'s excitement or the spontaneous hugs she kept giving him, saying it was the cutest thing she'd ever heard when he told her how he was gonna give Babe a rose and everything. Be still her beating heart.

"Why?" Ray asked, unable to choose between his confusion or how his soul fluttered when his sweet girl latched onto his sidekick with pure elation written all over her face, making him wonder what all the hype was about. Was this the thing they'd been whispering about? And why she'd been extra giggly and smiley for the past week? Charlotte looked like she knew something, not much, but she wasn't dying to know like he was, having been told a few tidbits here and there, just enough for her to keep her nose out, something Ray was incapable of doing.

"'Cause, uh...you don't need to know why that's why," Henry told him sassily, causing his boss to back off at how standoffish he was being, which was the exact reaction he wanted. No questions, no prying, just him and his flight so he could go see the girl he had a massive crush on. He like-liked her, which was a lot for him and he, plus (y/n), would be damned if anything went wrong.

"Hey, I already tried telling Piper you'll talk to her later." Jasper butted in, wanting to get back to the original point, despite him also wanting to know about this trip. It didn't matter though, he'd find out eventually, right now they still had a very angry problem to deal with. "And?"

"She grabbed my earlobe and yanked it. Really hard! And then she started asking all sorts of questions about Junk-N-Stuff, why you're never here, why there's no customers... Oh, and then she wanted to see if she can speak to (y/n), "the nice lady who works here with her dumb boyfriend." Don't know why though." Jasper told them, making (y/n) snort at her description as Ray grumpily came back over, not so happy to be known as the "dumb boyfriend". 

He wrapped an arm around his girl's shoulders, looking down at her with a dopey smile, the one he always had plastered on his face when she was next to him because she made him happy and so full of love, if anyone could calm that brat it was her, "the nice lady".

"All right, sweet girl, maybe you and Henry better go upstairs and get rid of his sister." The man suggested, this time pressing a kiss against her temple before she nodded. Sooner or later, Piper would barge into the back, looking for her brother and would no doubt accidentally stumble into the elevator, thus revealing the Man Cave and every that they did in there, which was a big no-no. Therefore, if Piper wanted to speak with Henry and (y/n), then they'd have to go up there and face her wrath.

"Sure thing, handsome. We'll be back in a sec." (y/n) smiled, giving Ray a parting kiss for a split-second before she pulled away and took a long sip of his slushie, savouring the taste since she knew that by the time she came back downstairs, it would be long gone. He gave her a mock-offended gaze, acting as though he had wanted that sip for himself, not that he'd ever not share with her. 

"Will I ever be able to drink something without you drinking it too?" He asked playfully, seeing her semi-embarrassed, semi-proud smirk and he didn't even need a reply. She couldn't help it, his stuff always tasted so much nicer and if he ever wanted her to stop, she would, he'd just never complained, not even now.

"Nope, sorry, doofus. Come on, Hen." (y/n) giggled and gestured for the boy to follow her, assuming that he was already chewing some gum or about to do so because of the costume he was still wearing, but he just kept following her, unaware that if he stepped out to see his sister now, she'd get the shock of her life and he'd have a lot of explaining to do. The woman stopped, making him wonder why she wasn't going to the elevator; maybe she wanted one last hug from Ray or one last kiss, whatever it was, he wasn't gonna stop until...

"Uh, kid?" Ray started, stirring the rapidly melted slush in his cup as he saw the problem and shared an amused look with his girlfriend. The boy had been doing the same job with the same rules for three years, but he still missed things, which was worryingly cute. Thank god they were around or else everyone would know about his secret identity or at least Piper would. "Huh? What?"

"Maybe you wanna chew some gum before you go see your sister?" The man asked him, making Henry scoff under his breath. Why would he need to do that? Maybe it was something to do with the garlic pasta that he'd had for lunch mixing with the strawberry slush, perhaps he needed to go brush his teeth because he smelled, could there be any other possible reason? "Why? Is my breath bad?"

"Yeah, real bad. It smells like Kid Danger." (y/n) replied sarcastically, finally making the boy look down to see he was still in his signature red pants and blue tunic, complete with his utility belt. It clicked in his head what a mess he would've caused and he looked between the adults with a bashful, giggly smile, feeling slightly embarrassed that they'd caught him out on such an obvious mistake. 

"Ohhhh, yeah, nice one, nice one, (y/n/n). It's why you guys are the bosses." Henry grinned, making (y/n) roll her eyes and drag him off to the elevator with a final wave to her boyfriend, who was already taking a big, long gulp of his slushie, mirroring Henry as he threw a gumball into his mouth. The door slid shut, blocking them from their friends, meaning they were now left alone and as Henry's civilian clothes materialised around him, (y/n) couldn't help but feel another rush of affection for the boy who'd grown up under her watchful supervision.

"Oh my god, you're going to New York! I'm so proud!" She shrieked, wrapping her arms around him in a bone-crushing hug that took all the air out from his body, but he didn't have the heart to stop her, not when he knew how much she adored him. He wasn't the cute, little kid who arrived looking for a job anymore, he towered over her much like Ray did, proving that he was an adult now, but she still felt the same protective urge she always did for the boy who was like a brother to her. "Can't...breathe...."

"Sorry, but I can't wait for you to go and see Babe, it's gonna be like every rom-com I've ever watched. And I'm the orchestrator!" (y/n) grinned, pulling back and letting her arms drop back to her sides as they reached the top of the elevator shaft, half a mile up from the Man Cave. Everything had to appear normal when they went out into the shop so they didn't Piper off to anything, and like usual, (y/n)'s affection came and went in a flash, leaving her satisfied and the recipient happily perplexed as to what just happened.

"You know, I'm so glad you convinced me to go, 'cause I was thinking of...not going," Henry told her sheepishly, making her put a gentle hand on his arm, a contrast to the significant squeeze she gave him only moments before and through that simple touch, she communicated her understanding. 

Love is terrifying and no one's good at it, even those who claim to have dated by the dozen and she was one of the people who thought the mysterious sentiment wasn't for her, not when the one she loved with all of her heart seemed so distant. 

But in her experience, love was also full of surprises and if she didn't take her chance on that fateful, muffin-filled day, then she and Ray would have never admitted their feelings and who knows where they would've ended up. Sometimes you just got to do it and let your feelings speak for yourself.

"Just be yourself and make her feel special. And then tell me every detail when you get back because I want to know everything!" (y/n) exclaimed, making Henry chuckle at her enthusiasm for his love life, both of them able to hear Piper and Jasper argue as they approached the beaded curtain.

"Well, where are Henry and (y/n)?!" The girl snapped, fed up with waiting. She had a real, serious problem on her hands and she had no one else to turn to apart from her dumb brother and the nice lady he worked with, who she was sure had some experience dealing with her type of situation, considering that she had a boyfriend, who was rumoured to be thinking of proposing. How did she know that? Five words; Henry is a terrible gossip. 

"Right here." The kid announced as they stepped out from the back, ready to face whatever the girl threw at them, not that (y/n) saw it that way. She smiled upon seeing the girl, her cheeriness disregarding the foul mood she seemed to be in since she knew that Piper had received zero amounts of patience, a virtue that seemed to have gone to her brother instead, and underneath her fiery nature, she was really quite sweet once you got to know her. "It's about time!"

"Hey, Piper, nice dungarees, real cute." The woman complimented her outfit, thinking it made her look really sweet and Piper brightened a little at that, glad that she could have a conversation with someone she liked now, not just her dumb brother and his even dumber friend. Henry ordered Jasper to turn off whatever stupid sitcom he was watching, thinking that this was the time for a serious conversation, not corny jokes and a laughter track, but all the boy did was whine. 

A stern look from the woman in charge made him reluctantly hit the off button, making a mental note that he'd have to rewatch that particular episode later when there were no customers or bosses around to scold him. With quietness resuming, Henry and (y/n) turned back to Piper, who still hadn't curbed her impatience, moodily looking at her sibling with disdain.

"'Kay, what?" Henry looked at her tiredly, wishing he was back downstairs relaxing again with a soda and some snacks, but no. He was talking to his bratty sister and he had a feeling that this was gonna be a long one, especially when she started to explain why she had trekked all the way to his workplace. 

"I need you guys' help." She explained simply, looking between the two, who weren't following. This was a first and whilst (y/n) could understand why the girl would ask Henry, she couldn't see why she'd need to be in on it too.

"What?" Henry stuttered, unsure if he'd heard her correctly. She, the little sister who he swore hated him, wanted their help? With what? Why? When? How? So many questions, little time and he was certain that he was just gonna say no and go back downstairs, tugging (y/n) with him so Ray wouldn't get all pouty because the reason behind it all didn't matter. "Uhhhhhh, no."

"You don't even know what she wants us to do, give her a chance." (y/n) chastised him, judging her elbow sharply into his ribs at how he just dismissed the girl instantly. She wasn't sure if she was gonna be able to help, but she was at the least gonna hear her out and unlike Henry, give her the best advice she had since she had life experience and all that. The kid though was just gonna slope off to his slushie again, which he'd find empty, long since slurped by Ray, whose motto in life was "waste not, want not".

"(y/n), we have jobs here, okay, Piper? We're—we're working." Henry said, wiggling his eyebrows at the woman to tell her that they needed to pretend that they worked in the junk store and not as the city's greatest crimefighters, but she didn't need him to tell her that, nor did she need him to randomly touch crap around the room just to prove his point. The cymbal-banging monkey toy thing he had in his hands wasn't fooling anyone and it was just ruining the displays she'd tidied earlier that morning when she'd opened the store up with Jasper. "Put the monkey back, you're making a mess."

"Really? 'Cause every time I come here to see you, you're never in this store! So, what is it that really you do around here?" Piper interrogated her brother, a hint of suspicion and scepticism creeping into her voice as she studied her brother and how he struggled to answer, no lies coming into his brain, even when he looked at Jasper, who'd been watching from the counter. "Well...I sometimes...work in the back."

"Right, he works with me...in the garden. A lot." (y/n) jumped in, gulping at how implausible it would be to have a garden with flowers, bushes and trees in Downtown Swellview and even though she and Schwoz kept a few organic specimens in the labs, it was nothing compared to what the girl was painting in her mind. 

"There's a garden in the back?" Her voice was disbelieving, but the lie had been said, so now, Henry and (y/n) had to run with it.

"Yeah! It's—it's a rear garden and I work with (y/n) there so...rear garden." Henry stammered, paling as Piper stared at him, not saying anything, so his gaze flickered nervously to (y/n), who just shrugged since she had o idea what else to say, but luckily, Piper could let that go, she had more pressing matters to discuss with them.

"Whatever, you guys gotta help me." She reiterated, going back to her original point, making Henry deflate in relief as (y/n) circled to stand in front of the girl, giving her a neutral yet understanding face as she was open to discussing the problem. "What can we help you with, Piper?"

"Get a boyfriend!" The girl replied excitedly, a lovestruck smile spreading across her face at the thought and (y/n) could feel her own heart swell with emotion again. Two Harts needing romantic advice? Yeah, she was helping, she was so helping, it was like her dream come true, playing matchmaker for the brother and sister and watching her influence spread love. And Piper was so cute and sweet (when she wanted to be), she just knew that she could make it happen, however, Henry wasn't so convinced, he was repulsed.

"Gross." He deadpanned, shuddering at the thought of his sister dating anyone, or rather, some poor sap having to go out with Piper, just the thought of it was turning his stomach. He couldn't do that, (y/n) sure, she practically wrote the book on unrealistic but totally adorable chance meetings, a skill she'd honed watching hundreds of romcoms whilst Ray was off dating random chicks, and now, she could take his place setting up his sister.

"Hey, boyfriends aren't gross, they're magical..." The woman in question sighed dreamily, both her and Piper's minds wandering at the thought of their significant others and Henry recoiled slightly. Okay, it was bad enough when she drooled over Ray on her own, now she was doing it in some weird, hive mind lovefest with the little girl and that was too much for the kid.

"Look, Piper, I don't know how to get you a boyfriend. Talk to (y/n), she's got one, maybe she can give you some tips." He advised his sister, who just looked at him with a bored expression. Duh, that's why she'd come here where the nice lady worked; she knew all about her relationship from Henry's knack for gossiping and bits and pieces she'd found on Twitflash. She knew that the woman had scored herself a lovable idiot and was very happy, which is what she wanted for herself and why she was in the store in that very moment.

"I know, you don't know how to do anything. That's why I have it all planned out and why I need (y/n) to give me lots of boyfriend advice." Piper replied, making (y/n) pause for a second. What did she know about boyfriends? Well, it would have to be suitable for a twelve-year-old, so that's half of her relationship gone, which left all the sweet stuff and she could go on and on about that.

"Be yourself, communicate even if he's a man-child, remember that trust works both ways, make time for him as well as yourself and don't overcomplicate it because you're twelve and have a lot to learn." (y/n) listed, thinking of everything she could say without scarring the child or making her too serious about her first relationship. Everyone has to go through one heartbreak at some point and sometimes, it's best to just let someone learn the hard way, not that she wanted Piper's first boyfriend to be an absolute jerk.

"Ooooh, what's the plan?" Jasper asked, creeping up to Henry and (y/n) and leaning over their shoulders after eavesdropping on the entire conversation. He was a bit of a sucker for romance too and had sat down to watch many of (y/n)'s movies with her, so he knew how it all worked, so seeing it happening in real life was fascinating for him.

"Okay, there's this new boy at my school, right? And his name is Jackson Bartell." Piper started, her cheeks dusted with pink as she divulged the name of her crush and immediately, (y/n) could see how smitten she was and why she had put on one of her cutest outfits to meet this boy. Aw, puppy-love, she loved it.

"Oooh, great name, I bet he's real cute, right Hen?" She smiled at the boy on her right, who wasn't comfortable or happy at all. He didn't care what Piper did in her spare time, to be honest, he didn't really wanna know, and nor did he want to get involved. Going back to work sounded so good right now, even if it did involve doing some ridiculous crap for Ray or beating up bad guys. "Can we go back to our rear garden, please?"

"No, listen! Every day, after school, Jackson goes to that coffee shop on Pinehurst." Piper kept going, setting the scenes in their heads. They knew which cafe she was on about and it sort of told them what kind of a guy Jackson was; kind, cool, adorably in touch with his emotions, keen sense of right and wrong...he sounded dreamy. 

"Downtown Brown?" Jasper asked, just to be sure and Piper nodded in confirmation.

"You know, they have great Wi-Fi and hazelnut lattes. Me and Ray go a lot, it's our favourite place for mini-dates." (y/n) grinned, making Piper's heart beat faster. That's what she wanted! Hazelnut lattes and mini-dates, full dates, all the dates with Jackson and a relationship like the one the older girl had with her boyfriend. Not at an almost marriage level, ew, but the same kind of emotion that made her pulse quicken and her cheeks grow rosy. 

"I know that, he never stops talking about it," Henry said flatly, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He had enough love mush in his life, starting with his own maybe-it-will-happen-maybe-it-won't relationship, then he had Ray blabbing in his ear all day about how pretty (y/n) is, or how smart (y/n) is, or how he can't wait to marry her, like jeez, he couldn't get a break. Those two were always snuggling and kissing and holding hands, now he had to deal with it at home? Ew.

"So, this Jackson guy, does he like you?" Jasper asked, butting in on Henry's killjoy session and that's when Piper's cheeriness faltered, just a smidge. To most people, it wouldn't have registered in their mind, but for (y/n), someone who'd spent years watching out for bad guys and learning to spot people's emotions (apart from Ray's infatuation, but that's different), she noticed the drop of her shoulders, the minuscule twitch of her eye, the falter of her smile, everything and it didn't look good.

"No, 'cause he's never met me," Piper responded promptly, not letting her disappointment show too much, even if the fact that her crush had no idea who she was did make her wince a touch. Wow, (y/n) could relate to that, your crush not liking you back and the heartache it brought, but for her, everything had turned out okay. Ray loved her, she loved him, but that didn't mean it would be the same for Piper and Jackson. Pickson. Jiper. Whatever.

"Wait, I thought he goes to your school?" Henry jumped in, suddenly more interested now that he knew about Jackson having no clue who his sister was. Honestly, it's like history was repeating itself, was he destined for a life of bringing obliviously in love people together? And he wasn't doing Project Lobster again, that ship had sailed.

"He's new! I told you that!" Piper snapped, wondering if her brother had listened to the story at all and he hadn't, not really. He'd been drowning out most of it, only focusing when someone said something to him or if his ears picked up something particularly juicy, like this kid having no idea who she was.

"Okay, okay, if Jackson doesn't know who you are, then I'm gonna need to hear the whole plan, 'cause this Cupid isn't stupid but I've got my limits, all right?" (y/n) broke up the arguing, wanting to hear what Piper had in mind since she was good, but she couldn't work miracles. All of her skills would be put to the test to bring these two crazy kids together and most of them would go on the introduction, so knowing the ins and outs of the operation would be best.

"The plan is that we create the perfect meet-cute," Piper explained and instantly, Jasper and (y/n) loved her idea. She'd done her homework, that was a genius idea; combining an intro and the falling in love bit at the same time, cutting the work down and making the relationship seem like it was weirdly meant to be, awesome. "Ohhh, yes, yes, a meet-cute!"

"Whoa, wait, wait, what is a meet-cute?" Henry asked, making the three look at him like he'd grown a second head. Did he live in the world? How could he not know? It just showed how awkwardly up flirty he was by not knowing what one of the most romantic setups was, more so than the fact that two of his exes had been stolen by the same TV show and the other was in jail because she was an actual criminal. 

"Okay, now I know that you don't pay attention to my romcoms when we watch them together." (y/n) limply slapped his shoulder, not entirely bothered by that since she had a boyfriend and she subjected him to the torture of cheesy meetings and kisses in the rain mostly, but still. All the movies they'd seen and he didn't know what one was, the shame of it all.

"You watch most of them with Ray and they're all boring. Sorry, (y/n/n) but they are." The boy responded, patting her on the back as she rolled her eyes and pretended to take his words to heart. Okay, he was a big lump of loveless mass, but she could change that, hell, if she could get Ray Manchester to stop looking at moms (mostly) then she could do anything.

"Well, I am deeply wounded by your admission, but a meet-cute is when the main guy and the main girl meet in some cute, funny way and later in the movie, they fall in love." She told him, trying to dumb it down into something so bland that he'd pick up what she was lying down and it seemed to settle in. It was just basically a lovey-dovey meeting, big deal.

"Yeah, so what I need now is a meet-cute with Jackson Bartell." Piper finished, looking at her brother since (y/n) was in all the way at this point, invested in the plot line like the boy and girl were in one of her dumb films, but Henry still wasn't sure, feeling like he'd just be dead weight. "I don't know anything about meet-cutes, so..."

"I know, that's why I need (y/n) and why I made an animatic to explain my plan." The girl smiled, dashing over to a table so she could hold her PearPad and show them the little cartoon she'd made. She sat down and the three gathered around her, feeling quite impressed when it loaded up onto the screen, showing a bunch of customers in the cafe and honestly, she could've gone pro.

"Whoa, Piper, you animated Downtown Brown. It looks really good." (y/n) smiled when she saw all the little people, recognising the background of the cosy coffee shop where her boyfriend wooed her and bought muffins for them to share. Yeah, she had a lot of good memories in that place and now, she was hoping to create some for Piper too.

"Thanks! Now, watch, see that kid sitting and doing his homework? That's Jackson." The girl told them, leaning her chin on her fist as she released the sigh that everyone crushing releases, the one when your special someone is on your mind and even cartoon Jackson made Piper's heart beat faster.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it when I saw his name flashing!" Jasper exclaimed, nudging Henry as he and (y/n) gave him a dry stare, wondering where on earth he could've possibly gotten a hint like that. It's not like Piper was drooling at the sight of him or that he was drawn like the kinda guy most tweens would go for.

"And that's me and (y/n) coming in the door there." Piper pointed to a girl and woman walking through the front door of Downtown Brown, making (y/n) smile softly at how she'd animated her like she was some kind of subtly glamorous movie star. It looked like they were there to order a drink, not expecting anything bad to happen, and that's where Henry came in. "And Henry, that's you over there, in the corner."

"Why is my hair brown and curly?" The kid immediately asked upon seeing his character, who as he'd said, didn't look like him as he had a woolly, chocolate mop on his head that was nothing like Henry's natural, straight, blond locks. Piper looked at him, her mouth twinged into a small frown and her glaring eyes told him that she didn't appreciate his nitpicking. "Because I animated it brown and curly."

"But why?" Henry pressed, thinking that she thought his hair was ugly or something. He didn't think it was that bad and judging by how many girls loved him/Kid Danger, he guessed that others thought similarly, but not his sister, not when he was bugging her. "I guess I never really liked your hair, so I tried something new."

"Hey! Guys! Can we please focus? My soul is craving a romantic setup, come on!" (y/n) screeched, making the bickering siblings shut up and Jasper wince at her volume. They were never gonna get to the real thing if they kept arguing and if she had to shout then she would, knowing that her boyfriend was probably down in the Man Cave right now, watching and smiling at the situation she found herself in.

"I like your hair," Jasper whispered to his best friend, who didn't know whether to feel flattered or weirded-out by the compliment. He shook his head, deciding that it was a query for another day and instead, returned his focus to Piper's PearPad, where the animatic had resumed.

"See, as I walk past Jackson's table with (y/n), you come running at me like a crazy person and you yell, "Hey! Give me that phone!" And then you grab my phone right out of my hands and when you have it, I say, "Ah! That jerk just stole my phone!" At which point, Jackson will jump up and yell "Hey-hey, whoa, man!" And then, he will punch you, rescue my phone and give it back to me. And that's it, questions?" Piper turned off the video, looking up at her friend, frenemy and brother expectantly. 

The cartoon was pretty self-explanatory, from the actual plan to how much she adored this Jackson, judging by how she animated his abs, so (y/n) didn't need to ask anything. In fact, she was pretty sure she'd seen it happen somewhere before, probably in one of her romcoms.

"Yes, when did you learn how to make animatics?" Henry questioned, dazzled by the girl's skill and how fluidly the characters, love hearts and him being punched had moved, but he'd never tell her that. He was curious, nothing more and no one could prove otherwise.

"That's not the point! Will you guys help me?" Piper asked, looking at her brother and the woman stood next to him with hope gleaming in her eyes. She guessed that (y/n) would be up for it since this was kind of her thing but she needed Henry to be the asshole who jacked her phone, otherwise, she'd never have a meet-cute, would never fall in love and would have to become a cat lady for the rest of her life, like Sharona Shapen the Second. 

"Yeah, I'm game, it's not like a lot's happening in the rear garden. What'd you say, Henry?" (y/n) nodded, knowing that the Man Cave, not garden, had been pretty quiet for a couple days and it was unlikely that any big calls would come in, plus, Ray would understand. She was experiencing a rom-com in real life and lord knows that they spent too much time together anyway. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that.

"Come on, even if I say yeah, how'd ya know Jackson is gonna do all that? I mean, how do you know he's gonna do anything to help you?" Henry sighed, feeling his helpful nature tug itself over to saying yes, but there was a lot of scepticism around the whole plan. They could plan Jackson's every move, he wasn't a machine, he was a person and a young boy, maybe he'd get scared by some large, aggressive teenager coming into his favourite cafe and threatening people.

"Love Maybe," Jasper replied, making (y/n) gasp as he lit the synapses in her brain and sparked her muscle memory into action. Now it all made sense, the plan, the familiarity, everything, all because she and Jasper had sat down to watch it together and it was nice to know that he'd actually watched it, not texted or scrolled through Twitflash whilst she grinned at the movie's sweetness.

"Ohhhhh, I thought I recognised the plan! See, Henry? Someone enjoys watching romantic movies with me!" She grinned at the boys, one who returned the grin since it was a pretty decent movie and he'd enjoyed crying when the characters finally kissed at the end, but the other was lost. Totally, utterly lost. "What?"

"Yes! That's Jackson's favourite movie, Love Maybe!" Piper squealed, glad that she had some love experts on her side who recognised what she was driving at. She'd memorised every scene and line just to impress her crush and hopefully, if the best bit happened in real life, he'd react like a true hero and save her. Then, they'd be in love forever and ever and ever and ever and ever...

"Such a good film..." Jasper mentioned, falling into an appreciative silence with the girls as Henry wondered what the hell they were talking about. Perhaps paying a bit more attention to those movies would've been a good idea 'cause it was like they were speaking a different language and being on the outside sucked. "Okay, wait, what am I missing here?"

"Okay, so in the movie, Love Maybe, the girl and guy meet exactly like how Piper wants to meet Jackson. Some dude tries to steal Emma Stone's phone, but Channing Tatum, who I love by the way, tackles the dude, gets Emma's phone back and they fall in love on a green boat." (y/n) explained simply, skimping on the finer details since she could go on and on about them and how much they made her squeal, but she knew that Henry wouldn't care about that and if Ray really was listening, he would hate how much she fancied some dumb celebrity. 

Come on, it's not like she'd ever meet the guy or fall in love with him instead and everyone knew how much he liked J-Law, so it was fair game - the celebrity crush game.

"But there's no boat in Piper's animatic," Henry stated, missing the point entirely as he took the movie's plot and ran with it, thinking that they were gonna have to row in a boat to make everything work. What an idiot, for someone who was supposed to be a superhero's sidekick, he was really dumb sometimes.

"Forget about the boat, okay? You let me worry about the boat!" Piper hissed, looking up from her PearPad when she heard how dumb her brother was being. Honestly, she wasn't sure how they were related, but as long as he did what he was told, they wouldn't have a problem and she'd have a boyfriend by the end of the day.

"Okay, same principle as before, the longer we stay here, the longer this will take. Can we please go and do this meet-cute?" (y/n) groaned, getting the sense that it was gonna be a very long afternoon with the siblings, who couldn't talk to other for more than half an hour without fighting over something, but at least she was doing something she enjoyed during her suffering. "NO!"

"No?" "Why no?" "That is harsh, Hen." The objections came thick and fast as soon as Henry dashed their enthusiasm with his refusal. He glared at Jasper, who didn't have anything to do with the plan really, he was just a spectator, so he returned to his seat behind the counter, but (y/n) couldn't be intimidated so easily, not by a kid who she knew so much about. She had the power to embarrass him into a puddle or beat his ass into submission if she really wanted to use it, so she just returned the sharp stare, curious as to his reasoning.

"Because! I'm—we're working—-okay, working, working. (y/n) and I gotta separate these nuts and bolts, all right?" Henry lied, fiddling with the hardware on display, which made the woman scoff at how he was trying to drag them both out of it when she had already agreed. 

First of all, nothing in the store was something anyone would want to buy since it was all just a front for protection, so separating hundreds of pieces of metal was futile and dull. And second of all, she was his boss, sort of, she still answered to Ray in a way because he was the boss, the face of the whole operation and even as his girlfriend, she still respected him in that light, but when he wasn't around, everyone looked to her for leadership, something she'd had to grow accustomed to over the years. 

"Bullshit, we're not doing that."

"I have to leave for New York tomorrow, so I don't have time for your meet-cuteing. Sorry." Okay, he had her on that one. There was very little time left for him to pack and whilst (y/n) wanted to help Piper with her first taste of romance, she couldn't allow Henry to neglect his love life, so now she was stuck in between a rock and a hard place, also known as Henry and Piper.

"Oh, come on! You can't take half an hour to help your sweet sister—" "My sweet sister? My sweet sister?—" "This is so important to me and I am sweet—" "When I was nine, you pushed me down the stairs!—" It went on and on and on, insults being thrown left right and centre, dirt dug up from a lifetime of petty bickering and the siblings weren't done yet. Their shouting merged into one long, continuous noise that made (y/n) and Jasper sigh as the woman leaned on the counter, damn sure that this was providing Ray and Charlotte with some great entertainment below.

"Oh my god! Stop arguing! Hey! You're both being ridic—okay, they're not listening..." She yelled, trying to break them apart so sense could resume, but they just screamed louder, not even listening to what each other was saying. Jasper shrugged, telling her that intervention was useless and right now, they could only hear themselves and their personal arguments, so they just needed to wait, but someone else was getting fed up with the racket too. 

Ray burst through the beaded curtain, a frown on his face as he shoved a fistful of popcorn into his face and marched over, making (y/n)'s heart flutter at the sight of him. She noticed that he'd changed out of his super suit and was now wearing an alarmingly loud, orange, fish-patterned shirt that really accentuated his muscles and gave her a peek at the grey undershirt he had on beneath it. Goddamn, where was a fan when she needed one?

"SCHRUT UPPP! NWOW, KNWOCK WIT WOFF, I MWEAN IT!" He yelled with his mouth full, having dropped some popcorn into (y/n)'s cupped hands and pressing a kiss to her cheek before he let out his bellow. Jasper slumped back in his seat, glad that the boss was here to sort them out so he could get back to doing nothing in peace and (y/n) had to fight the urge not to hug her boyfriend from behind when he shared his food, tensed his muscles and used his most authoritative voice. Hot damn. 

"Now, I don't wanna hear any more arguing in this junk store!" Ray yelled again once the kids had finally fallen silent, and they got the message, even when the popcorn filling his cheeks slurred his words a bit, causing (y/n) to giggle. She hid her smile by scoffing the few pieces he'd given her, content to just stand back and let him do all the shouting now.

"Fine." Henry nodded, knowing that Ray was the boss, the head honcho, the big dog, the chief, the gaffer, the big cheese, the whatever. He respected him enough to shut up since he knew he was right. Arguing would get them nowhere and it was just unprofessional; the last thing he wanted to do was get fired because his sister made him lose his temper.

"You're not the boss of me, even if I'm friends with your girlfriend." Piper, however, didn't respect him. Technically, she was a customer right now, a guest in his shop and he had no right to boss her around because she wasn't an employee like her brother and that fact made a smirk appear on her face, which was a mistake. 

She wasn't standing up to some idiot, well, in some ways she was but whatever, she was facing Ray Manchester, the king of petty points and twisting the facts to make them suit him. Ray turned to the cocky girl, seeing her challenge and silently accepted it, throwing down his handful of popcorn like he needed both hands to be clever.

"That's true, but I am the boss of your brother, Henry. And since you're directly related to Henry via the transit of property, ex post facto, as long as you're standing in this commercial property, vis-à-vis, I am in fact somewhat...the boss of you!" Ray ranted, using the majority of his legal knowledge to blind Piper in submission because he was a big believer in bamboozling his opponent into surrender by throwing a load of facts at them, hoping they didn't understand what he just said and luckily, Piper had been rendered baffled. "What?"

"Uh, Piper, you're creating a disturbance in my workplace," Henry told her in a strained tone, feeling rather humiliated that Ray had to scold his sister because she was causing so much fuss that he'd had to come in the elevator to tell them to shut up. He didn't even have it in him to gag when (y/n) gave in to her urge and wrapped her arms around Ray's waist, snuggled her face into his back and sighed at the feeling of his hands sliding over hers, keeping her in place.

"Oh, please! I've never seen anybody work in this place except for (y/n) and all she does is clean! Look at Jasper! Just sitting there, doing nothing but stuffing his face full of popcorn." Piper retorted in a sceptical voice and it was sort of true. Henry and Ray never really came up to the store unless it was for a reason and every time she walked past, it was usually just Jasper manning the cash register or (y/n) dusting the displays and mopping the floors. So, in some ways she was correct, but they couldn't tell her that and Jasper wasn't particularly happy that she'd ratted on him.

"Piper, go!" Henry begged the girl, wanting her gone before she got him fired or worse, discovered something round the back and she was thinking about it. Maybe she could do it with just (y/n), maybe she didn't need him after all, but then a thought came to her mind. He was in a relationship, he did love stuff, he was a reasonable guy from what she'd heard and Henry had to do whatever he told him to, so... "Hey! You're his boss."

"Dang right!" Ray agreed, turning around to smirk at Henry just so he got the message. He was in charge and he called the shots, something the kid sometimes forgot when they were out on missions. (y/n) rolled her eyes at that, knowing that he loved relishing the title and unhooked herself from his back, which made him pout slightly at the loss of her warmth, but he soon perked up again when she held his hand and leaned her head against his arm.

"Then tell him that when a guy's nice little sister needs help to make a meet-cute happen, her nice brother should say yes and do his best to make her dream come true!" Piper exclaimed, causing Henry to sigh at how dramatic she was being but to his shock, Ray didn't laugh at her childish delusions, he turned to him with a scowl on his face. "Yeah, man, what's wrong with you?"

"What?!" Henry couldn't believe that Ray, the guy who saw him as his best friend and usually agreed with nearly everything he said, was ganging up on him with his bratty sister. Yeah, he'd become a bit soft when it came to romance ever since he started dating (y/n), droning on and on about how everyone should just go for love if they felt it with someone because he'd wasted so much time pining for his girl when he could've openly loved her the entire time, but this was just a betrayal.

"She needs a favour, man, she's your family! She's your sister!" Ray argued, thinking it was cruel that his sidekick refused to help out, knowing that he was crucial to her plan and available that afternoon. It was only right that he should go to Downtown Brown and do his part, even if it meant that his sweet girl was going too, and he wasn't going to let him off lightly. "I get that, but—"

"Do you have any idea what I'd give to have my sister back? But I never will, all because of a dark, rainy Wednesday in Kansas and that terrible, awful farm accident." Ray sniffed, suddenly getting all teary-eyed and vulnerable and Henry's argument died on the spot when he was told about this sister he'd never heard about. 

Perhaps this was why he was so emotionally stunted; he had a father he never spoke to, a nonexistent mother and a tragically killed sister. Okay, now he had a lot more sympathy for the guy and his tendency to lash out and act irrationally, even though (y/n) didn't look sad, she looked confused. 

"Ray, I know literally everything about you and I know you've never had a sister." She stated, looking at him with a bored face as he let go of her hand in favour of mournfully drifting across the floor, appearing like he couldn't bear the pain of anyone giving him comfort. She knew him so much better though and didn't fall for his tricks; they'd spent too many nights whispering their secrets into the darkness and sharing their pasts with each other before drifting off to sleep. 

Even before they were together, he told her everything when she crept into his bed (like friends do that), the deal with his dad, his miserable childhood, every time he'd had his heart broken, the lot. She knew him as he knew her, so there was no fooling or tricking her.

"Oh my god, seriously?" Henry, though, was a different story. He didn't know Ray like that and in some ways, he was still enigmatic, so he thought he was telling the truth, ignoring his friend's doubting.

"No, but it happens! So maybe you should appreciate having a sister who's still here and breathing and not under a dirty tractor wheel in Kansas." Ray's mood flipped instantly, his sombre, crestfallen face returning to his normal, bouncy grin, which made (y/n) roll her eyes and Henry scoff. Okay, never mind, he couldn't excuse his issues, he had too many of them! "Okay, what planet have I landed on?" 

"You know, you've spent more time whining about why you won't help me when if you had helped me, we'd be one by now and I'd have a boyfriend named Jackson!" Piper screeched, making everyone recoil at her volume a little bit, Ray returning to his girl and pulling her into his side so she could hug his waist and drop her head against his pillow of a pec.

"Look, Piper, I wanna help you—" Henry started, trying to remain calm and collected, but Ray was still Ray and still felt that he should help out, dead, fake sister or not. "You're gonna help her."

"I can't, I have to pack for New York! (y/n), tell him!—" "That's an order!" Ray didn't care about any excuses or reasons not to help, even when his sweet girl was brought into the matter and she opened her mouth to say something. He just snapped his fingers and plunged Henry into silence, playing his boss card again to make him do as he was told. 

Needing support, Henry looked to (y/n) first, knowing that she could sway her boyfriend into listening to reason, but the man just squeezed her tighter and pressed her head into her chest so her voice would be muffled, carrying it off like he just wanted to rock her from side to side. Okay, next best person, who wasn't all that great, but still, it was Jasper.

"I'm on my lunch break, man." The boy stated, shrugging off Henry's desperate gaze/silent cry for help. What a fat load of good he was, utterly useless when he needed him and with orders coming from all sides, Henry saw only one option; if you can't beat them, join them. "Piper, (y/n), come on, let's go."

"Oh, yay! This is gonna be so great!" The girl squealed, skipping after her brother happily as he plodded through the door, passing his boss, who was smiling at how he was behaving now and going to help his sister find a boyfriend. 

"Yeah, so great. Ray, put (y/n) down so we can get this over with." He called over his shoulder, knowing that the woman who jog down the street after them and catch up as he was in no mood to walk fast.

"Okay, I'll see you later, doofus. Promise you won't miss me too much?" (y/n) smirked at her boyfriend as she wriggled in his hold, loosening his arms just enough for them to settle on her hips as he wrinkled his nose in dislike. He never liked seeing her go, but he was a big boy, he could deal with it and this was important, both to her and Piper, so he wouldn't complain this time.

"I always miss you, sweet girl. Just stay safe, 'kay? I love you." Ray whispered back, bringing his hands up to cup her face and stroked over her cheekbones tenderly as he leaned in for a lingering, goodbye kiss. She melted into him, sliding her fingers up his chest and into his hair as their lips moved together in perfect synchronisation. Jasper averted his eyes, feeling a little awkward when Ray groaned a little bit and tried to angle his head so his tongue could explore deeper, thinking that maybe (y/n) could stay and leave the Harts to their adventure, but luckily for Jasper, she pulled back before he could change her mind.

"I love you too, handsome. Don't get all pouty when I'm gone, all right?" (y/n) giggled as he did just that when she pulled away and grabbed her purse and jacket from a display, leaving him standing there with a honey taste on his lips and a desire smouldering in his belly. She blew him a kiss as she opened the door, blushing when he moodily "caught" it and brought it to his chest, exactly where his heart lay under his rib cage. Okay, that made Jasper grin and he waved her off as she walked through the door, leaving the two alone as she ran after the kids halfway down the street. Yeah, he was definitely gonna get all pouty without her.

~Downtown Brown~

Henry led his friend and sister into the coffee shop, still pretty grumpy as they chatted excitedly about how it was gonna go. They were gossiping about boys, gross stuff, makeup, gross stuff, how cute Jackson is, gross stuff, how cute Ray is, oh, and gross stuff. 

"There! He's over there! See him? The cute boy in the blue jacket?" Piper said quietly as they stood in the doorway, the smell of coffee and baked goods tickling their noses, and they couldn't miss the kid as he sat at a table on his own, doing some homework and sipping a drink. Well, he was a sweet-looking boy, probably dreamy if you're a tween girl, but (y/n) and Henry couldn't say they were interested in that way, though the former saw the attraction.

"We see him, cute boy in a blue jacket, sat over there." The woman nodded, watching as the kid scribbled something down and Piper practically swooned, gazing up at her and Henry with the same pining in her eyes that Henry had witnessed for the first three years of his time in the Man Cave. "Isn't he cute?"

"I have no opinion on that." Henry deadpanned, thinking that the kid was just a kid. There was one person he thought was cute and she lived in New York, and he was supposed to be fucking packing to go and see her.

"Well, trust me, he's super cute." Piper grinned, confirming what he had no clue about and Henry just went along with it. He nodded and agreed and did what she needed him to then he could go home and sort of his travel plans; everything was just easier that way. "All right, cool. Okay, boy, blue jacket, super cute, now can we please get this over with?"

"Okay, hold on wait, I'm giving you a disguise!" His sister told him when he leaned back in surprise as she pressed a fake goatee to his jaw and chin. His mind couldn't put two and two together, not when he already hated everything they were up to, so the rather ingenious reason for the goatee went over his head. "Hold still and be quiet."

"What? Why's this necessary?" Henry spluttered, his head jerkily pulled to Piper's direction as she worked on masking his identity and (y/n) chuckled at the pure confusion on his face and how he was just going along with everything his sister did to him.

"Don't you think that Jackson will be confused when Piper takes him home as her boyfriend and he learns that her own brother tried to jack her phone?" She looked at him with raised eyebrows, watching as the realisation hit him and he saw how bad it would be for him to "attack" Piper with his face showing. "Wha-oh—what—okay, that makes sense."

"We good?" He asked once he had a moustache on his upper lip to complete his image of fake manliness, but Piper wasn't done yet. "No, bend down." She ordered him, grabbing a scarf from her bag since he still looked exactly the same with the facial hair. They needed to fully cover him up so Jackson wouldn't be able to recognise him further down the line when she became his girlfriend, something that was definitely gonna happen, she was sure.

"What? Why do I have to—?" Henry asked again when he saw the dark material in her hands and his brain still wasn't functioning properly. He was a sidekick, he should've been an expert at disguises, but clearly, he hadn't been paying attention to that either. "'Cause I said bend down!"

"Nice look, Hen. You suit a goatee, seriously." (y/n) bit her lip to smother her laughter as his head came back up with the bandana tied around it, which hid his blond hair and made him unrecognisable, sort of. He wouldn't be noticed in a scuffle, that was the important thing, but the nerves were starting to kick up in his tummy. "Yeah, I don't know about this."

"Do you remember the animatic?" Piper questioned, knowing that if he was in doubt, all he had to do was remember her foolproof plan. She'd literally drawn it out so he could understand it properly, what more did he want? "Yeah, how'd you make that?"

"Ugh, she can tell you later. Just go hide and get ready whilst I order a hazelnut latte. Go!" (y/n) told him, feeling antsy to get started when she saw Jackson on the phone, meaning that this was the perfect opportunity. Henry crouched next to a couch, using a cushion to cover his face as if it could distract people from his presence and Piper got her phone out for the attempted robbery. (y/n) also prepared herself, checking that her wallet was in her purse for the drink and muffin she was inevitably gonna buy since she could never resist this cafe's stuff. On her cue, she escorted Piper across the room, acting like a bored older sister as she strolled up to the counter with the girl pretending to talk on her PearPhone. 

"No way, your mom got a new car?! Does it have a sunroof? It does?! Oh my god, when you open it, can you see the sky? You can!" She prattled on, acting as though she was having a bubbly, intriguing conversation with a friend, but if anyone truly paid attention to what she was saying, they'd realise that no one can get that hyped about a new car, especially not a twelve-year-old girl, but that's when Henry came in.

"Hey! Give me your phone!" He bellowed in his best evil voice as he ran over to her and snatched at her cell, both of them pretending to tug it to and fro like she was trying to hold on and he was trying to steal it away. People around the room gasped as they watched the child struggle against a bully, (y/n) turning around in the cue and holding onto Piper's waist so it looked like she was trying to help but not hindering Henry or the plan. "Leave her alone, you asshole!"

"Hey! Help! That jerk just stole my phone!" Piper cried out, prompting Jackson to stand up just like Channing Tatum and he puffed out his chest so he could stand up to the tall guy and everything was going perfectly. He even said the right line... "Whoa, hey man, give her back her phone—"

"WHAT THE BUTT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" This was not part of the plan. (y/n) instantly tugged Piper back in mild fear and shock when a very large, very manly and very intimidating lady jumped out of her seat and shoved Jackson out of the way. Clearly, she wasn't one for injustice either, grabbing Henry by his shirt collar and yanking him up to her sneering face, basically taking Jackson's place in the plan as she threw Henry across the room, causing him to collide with a table. Ouch, he was gonna be feeling that for a while. The cute boy awkwardly sat back down as Piper and (y/n) stood frozen and the diners screamed at the scene, but the lady had turned nice and smiled when she returned the "stolen" phone. "Here's your phone, kid."

"Great, thanks so much," Piper replied quietly, feeling her heart plummeting as Jackson ignored her existence, Henry groaned and whimpered on the floor and (y/n) heard the barista call her name. The girl wandered over to her brother as the woman momentarily dashed over to grab her latte, feeling bad for the beaten kid, but there was no way she was gonna leave it after paying for it. 

"This was not covered in the animatic," Henry muttered as he struggled to get up, some waiter coming over to see if he was okay and he wasn't. Everything hurt, everything ached, he was pretty sure that he had splinters jabbing into his side, but now he knew one thing; never agree to help Piper find a boyfriend. The pain isn't worth it.

~Junk-N-Stuff~

Back at the store, Jasper, Ray and now Charlotte were sitting at the counter, watching Jasper's dumb show. The teen girl had grown tired of sitting downstairs by herself and had gone to them for a few laughs, which the mildly entertaining sitcom provided, but everything was about to get moody. Piper had returned and she was on the warpath.

The girl stormed into the store, her feet thudding with each step as the door slammed onto (y/n)'s arm as she helped Henry limp home, but the bruises weren't anything for her to worry about. It was the kid with his arm around her shoulders she needed to take care of, he was in some serious pain and the girl's anger wasn't helping, even if it wasn't directed at her per se, just Henry, the one who'd gotten the wrong person to attack him.

"Uh, you wanna help us?" The boy asked his sister as (y/n) struggled to keep the door open and get him through it with a coffee in one hand, but Piper wasn't in the mood for being nice, not for him. Yeah, the woman had done her part, but she was pissed and didn't care about their friendship at that moment, particularly since she was helping her stupid brother. "Why? Did you help me? No, you ruined my meet-cute!"

"Hey, handsome, you pout much without me?" (y/n) smiled at her boyfriend once Henry had limped through the door and removed himself from her side, allowing her to run over to her boyfriend and pull him into a warm embrace, so damn glad that the whole thing was over. 

His arms swiftly curled around her back, mindful that she had a coffee cup in one hand, no doubt from the cafe where he adored taking her on dates, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head before she pulled away, wondering where everything had gone wrong with the kids. They had the cheesy romance master with them and a perfect plan, but Piper said it hadn't worked, so what gives?

"Oh my gosh, Henry. What happened?"  "Henry, you okay?" Jasper and Charlotte gasped when they saw how their friend winced with each step and slumped without the support of the young woman aiding him to walk. It was worrying to see a kid so hurt when he was used to taking a beating from the scum of the city, so they and Ray immediately frowned as he stiffly hopped down the steps like if he bent his knee, it would shatter.

"No! I'm not!" He replied sharply, feeling like he had a broken pelvis, femur and a collapsed lung as everything from the neck down ached, but (y/n) had promised him that he was fine, just quite badly bruised. He'd taken worse before, but that didn't make it feel any better and just put him in a fouler mood when he thought about how none of this would've happened if he had just stayed at work.

"All right, tell us what went down," Ray told him as he and (y/n) wandered over, the young woman offering her latte to him so he could take a sip, a peace offering after stealing half of his slushie only a couple hours prior. The cup hit his lips and so did the ridiculously sweet taste of the milky coffee, which wasn't his favourite flavour, but just knowing that it was her way of showing him her affection made it the best taste he'd ever experienced. Well, nearly.

"Oh, I bought you a muffin! Red Velvet, your favourite." The woman butted in before Henry could retell the unfortunate tale and she pulled a brown paper sack from her purse that held the baked treat and Ray's heart almost burst from the tidal wave of love and joy that enveloped him. The simple gesture just screamed so many things; she had thought about him when she didn't have to, she cared enough to remember his favourite, she'd gotten the waitress to write his name followed by a little heart on the bag and the smile on her face when she handed it over, it told him that she found happiness in giving it to him like he did in receiving it. 

"Precious girl." He mumbled, gently accepting the muffin bag from her like it was the most delicate and exquisite gift anyone had ever given to him, not a two dollar cake from down the street, but it meant everything to him. (y/n) giggled as he brought her into another hug, this one lingering for longer since he had no intentions of letting go and Charlotte and Jasper smiled warmly at the sight of the woman happily snuggling into his chest and him relaxing fully. Henry and Piper would've cooed at the couple too, anyone would've, but they were too blinded by their anger to care and merely held their glares as Ray and (y/n) kept listening through the embrace.

"Oh, I'll tell you what went down. My body. Down. Through a table. Onto the floor!" Henry brought them back to the original point, spitting out each bit of the sentence like they were hard to get out, either from his rage or the pain he was in, but Ray didn't care about two grumpy teenagers. He could deal with those easily, after all, he had a special muffin from his sweet girl.

"What's this green stuff?" He asked when he saw a streak of green mush in Henry's hair and plucked a chunk of it out so he could check the consistency and smell with his fingers. It was sticky, thick and was slightly acidic, the smell hitting (y/n)'s nose as he held the mush close to her face and inspected it and she knew what it was.

"Probably avocado for toast. They serve it at Downtown Brown." She mumbled against his chest, burying his nose further into his shirt so she could smell his cologne and not some musty, old avocado from the floor and upon hearing her response, Ray flicked the mush from his fingers, feeling grossed out that his sidekick was covered in food and dirt.

"So, Piper's animatic didn't work in real life," Jasper stated, folding his arms as he put the situation together in his head and he too wondered where they'd gone wrong. It was so simple and yet they had managed to screw it up, maybe copying romance films wasn't such a good idea after all.

"It would've worked if Henry had done his part right!" Piper snapped, staring accusingly at her brother who wasn't about to take that kind of insult lying down. He had done his absolute best but apparently, that wasn't good enough for her and neither the fact that his body was now bruised and broken, all thanks to her and her stupid plan. Honestly, the nerves of some tweens...

"Well, what was I supposed to do?! I ran across the room, I grabbed your phone, I said my line! Before Jackson could run in, some powerful woman grabbed me and hurled me across the room! Jeez!" Henry yelled, a splash of emotion creeping into his voice as he relived the encounter and rubbed at his sore back, making his friends ponder why he'd let that happen. He was a superhero, he could take on one woman, right? At least, that's what Charlotte was thinking. "Well, why'd you let her throw you across the room?"

"She didn't offer me another option, Charlotte," Henry said slowly and robotically, not believing that one who was supposed to be so smart could also be so dumb. Yeah, that's what happened; he'd actually asked the scary lady to nearly kill him for stealing from his sister, he enjoyed it. What a load of shit...

"Whatever, get cleaned up so we can go back to Downtown Brown and try again," Piper told him, knowing in her heart that they couldn't just leave it there. That specific meet-cute was history, it would be weird to do another phone robbery sitch without attracting any suspicion, but she wanted Jackson in her life so badly, she was willing to show her face in the cafe again to get him to ask her out.

"Are you insane? I'm not trying again." Henry groaned, shuffling over to the loveseat couch in the window of the store so he could sit down and rest his aching limbs. The thought of being hurled again was also as painful as experiencing it and he knew that if that woman saw him again then it would be like suicide, so he was gonna sit this one out, otherwise, he'd die. "We have to try again!"

"I dough-not, I dough-not!" Henry whined, getting his vowels sounds all wrong since all he could think about was how much his legs and butt hurt after the "incident", but didn't care. Charlotte did, though. "You said dough."

"I meant do! Everybody here knows I meant do!" He snapped back, slumping grumpily as (y/n) pulled back from Ray, feeling as though she'd hugged him long enough and whilst he smell and felt great all around her, conversations worked best when she could look at her friends, especially when he boyfriend was mulling something over and she had at least one gulp of coffee still left.

"I have a question," Ray stated, raising the hand that had left his girl's skin whilst the other held his muffin, his girl downing her now lukewarm drink before it could get any colder and she licked its sweetness from her lips, making the man wish that his mind wasn't so filthy. She stayed close to him, chucking the empty cup over to Jasper so he could toss it in the trash can by his feet as she listened to this question. "Why's it so important for you to have this meet-cute?"

"Huh?" Piper's eyebrows furrowed at the question. Okay, he was never interested in her, he was just her brother's weird boss and (y/n)'s adorkable boyfriend, but that was the key factor in his sudden interest. He was in love, he knew about dating and asking people out, sort of, so he figured that she could use some of his excellent advice once he knew what the hell was happening. "Why can't you just go over to Downtown Brown, walk up to this, uh—this boy you like—"

"Jackson Bartell," Piper told him, wondering where the hell he was going with this and (y/n) was curious too. Okay, they admitted it, they were both terrible at love; he dated hundreds to stop his heart from feeling lonely and she drowned her sorrows in false relationships made by Hollywood, and all the while, they were standing right in front of each other, waiting for love to look their way. The fact that he was trying to give advice was mildly amusing to her yet heartwarming at the same time.

"Okay, him. And just say, "Hi, Jackson. My name is uh—" He snapped his fingers, looking at the girl's face to try and rendered her name even though they'd met plenty of times and she'd been mentioned by Henry too. He wasn't very good with names, mainly when they belonged to brats or people he didn't really care about. 

"Piper..." (y/n) coughed, trying to cover up his forgetfulness by helping him out, not that it worked. The kid was still offended but quickly forgot about it when Ray moved on with his advice, his belief that the old ways are the best etched into every word.

"Piper! My name is Piper and I really like you, so what do you think of that?" He finished, making the group, including his own dear girlfriend look at him weirdly. On the face of it, it seemed pretty straightforward, smart even, but then when you thought about how bold and nerve-wracking it was to just walk up to your crush and confess, it seemed reckless. Had he forgotten about his own experience with love and how long it took him?

"Oh, Ray, come on!" Charlotte exclaimed, finding it amusing that he was so sure of him and his plan when she knew all too well that he had never followed the advice himself, not even a little bit.

"That would never work in the real world, except maybe for old people," Piper added, not realising that she'd just said the no-no word in front of a man very touchy about his age and she'd done it whilst looking right at him. Well, it was her funeral.

"I'm not old!" Ray snapped, his hands on his hips as his eyes glanced at his girlfriend, seeing how she smiled and giggled at their interaction, which eased his worry a little bit but not by much. 

He hated his age, and not just because it meant that his youth was slipping away, but because every moment that he lost was another moment when he could've been married, could've had children, could've spent so much more time with the love of his life if he had just been brave with her from the beginning. 

He'd spent ten years focusing on his fear of rejection or the terror that they'd break up and he'd lose her, so he'd lost a lot of time with her, time where he could've loved her like he wanted to and not sat on the sidelines as a friend. He didn't want that for anyone else, not when he knew how much it sucked.

"Oh, please! What are you, like, thirty?" Piper suggested, not seeing his inner flash of pain and the memories of regret he kept locked away from bubbling to the surface or how it wasn't much of an insult to Ray. He was thirty-six, so knocking six years off his age was more a compliment than anything else and it didn't do much for her argument. 

"No! I'm not—yeah, yeah, I'm, uh, I'm like thirty." He bragged, accepting the age since it was lower than his real one and (y/n) rolled her eyes at how he was so tetchy about it. Getting old happened to everyone and she'd never truly understand how much it bothered him, not when he kept his real reasoning as a secret never to be told. She was younger and so beautiful, was it really so wrong to mourn all of those lost opportunities? 

"Whatever, just tell Henry that he has to help me and I need you and your girlfriend to help me think of a new meet-cute plan," Piper told Ray hurriedly, not caring about his real age or whether she insulted him or not. Jackson wasn't going to sit in the coffee shop forever and they were losing precious seconds, so they needed to think before she lost her only chance at happiness.

"No!" Henry protested, having had more than enough of her so-called happiness and all the pain it brought to others. He was quite content to just sit quietly and do nothing, but Piper needed action and good ideas, not her brother's grumpy refusals. "Yes!"

"Look, Paper! I know you're, like, seven and you think you know everything..." Ray started, not phased one little bit by the girl's attitude problem and had no problem taking her down a notch or two, even if she was on good terms with his girlfriend, who could practically feel the tension between them.

"Okay, Ray, her name's Piper and she's twelve, 'kay?" She reminded him carefully, letting her palm rest flat against his bicep to remind him to keep a lid on his temper and for her, he could do that. He could anything, no matter how much this brat tested his patience. 

"Be that as it may, I'm gonna show you that young love can begin with something as simple as a good, old-fashioned nice to meet ya, how do you do?" He told her. Look, just because that's not how he did it, didn't mean that it wouldn't work for someone else and Henry liked his plan. He liked it a lot. It didn't involve him or any disguises and certainly no scary ladies who could snap him in two, so he thought she should listen to his boss. "Yeah, try that!"

"Uh, one small problem. Ray, it took you ten years just to tell me you love me and even then you had to be tricked into saying it! And you were absolutely terrified, don't deny it!" (y/n) argued, airing on the side of caution since she knew all about him and his big ideas for confessing, none of which had worked into two teens stepped in. What made him think that he could master a meet-cute between two strangers when he could barely do it himself with the woman he'd known forever?

"Yeah, I was terrified because you said "Oh..." after I told you that I'm in love with you!" He replied instantly, his voice incredulous rather than biting, like this was playful banter that always came up between them and it sort of always did. 

The Man Cave team had so many fond memories of that moment, although the one that stood out the most was when (y/n), in her pure shock, just said the first thing that came to mind, unable to find her tongue and make it say the three words back. Everyone remembered how Ray went pale and nearly fainted, him fearing the worst whilst she was shaking from joy and the couple never lived it down, their friends didn't let them.

"The man of my dreams had just confessed to me, how else was I supposed to react? And anyway, I said it back, like, three seconds later before you had a heart attack, silly doofus," She grinned, unable to stop it when she remembered the moment when he pulled her into the warmest hug she'd ever felt and oh god, the kiss, it wasn't even their first but it felt like it and that was good enough for them. No boundaries, no holding back, and that's how they'd been ever since. 

"Yeah and I'm so glad you did, sweet girl. Now, let's show Plopper that she and this boy can go out by just talking to each other. Come on, let's go." He smiled down at his girl and took her by the hand as she gave him a quick kiss from yet another rush of affection, one triggered by the memory of the best moment of her life. He went to lead her out of the store and gestured for Piper to follow them, but the kid didn't want to go without a plan, as the crap he'd come up with wasn't a plan, it was stupid and not only that, he was stealing her head planner by turning her into a mushy, dopey idiot who couldn't stop smiling.

"No! I'm not going until (y/n) comes up with another meet-cute plan and then, I have to make an animatic of it!" Piper exclaimed, gesturing to the woman who was practically glued to her boyfriend's side, her eyes sparkling with love for him. That's what she wanted, why couldn't she set her up to find someone like that? Surely, she must've had some good ideas when she had it in real life and studied it during her free time, she was the wingwoman!

"When did you learn how to make animatics?!" Henry exclaimed, his question still not answered and he was desperate to find out. Piper had talent and he wanted to know why not that she was in the mood to explain it to him.

"That's not the point! Look, we're going to do this my way, so that I—" Piper started, looking around the room from Charlotte to Jasper to (y/n), her voice returning to a calmer level, but Ray was bored of all the talking and he wanted a prove a point, so he decided to end the girl's babbling there and then. He took out his controller and zapped Piper with a green laser, making her collapse woozily as unconsciousness overcame her.

"Ray! What?! Why?! Huh?" (y/n) gasped as she dropped his hand and stepped back in shock as he grabbed the girl's arm and slung her over his shoulder in a fireman's lift, smirking at his girl's open mouth, but she still grabbed her purse again so she could follow him out of the store. His muffin was left on the counter, where no one would touch it until he came back, they wouldn't even look at it, because if they did, he'd kill them for taking what was his present from his girlfriend. It would be the gravest of errors and it would take a lot to calm him down.

"All right, I'm gonna carry her over to Downtown Brown. Come on, sweet girl, I'll buy you a blueberry muffin, your favourite." Ray told the teens before turning to (y/n), who was all ready to go, smiling softly at how he knew her favourite too. He wanted to return the gesture and since they were heading back to the cafe, he saw no reason why they couldn't prove his point and have a mini-date at the same time.

"Good, take your time. Have fun with your girlfriend." Henry called after them, glad that his sister and all the problems and pain that came with her were being carried away, literally. Now, he could relax in peace and let his body heal for a few hours, something he'd been wanting to do all day. Why couldn't Ray solve Piper's problems all the time?

~Downtown Brown~

"We look like kidnappers!" (y/n) hissed to her boyfriend as they stepped through the door of Downtown Brown and yet another person stared at them weirdly when they noticed how some huge, hulking man, accompanied by a nervously smiling woman, had a child slung over his shoulder, almost like he was taking her off to his human abattoirs. 

"It's fine, in you go," Ray replied as he held the door open for her to enter first like a true gentleman, even though it was harder for him with Piper on his back and judging by her wriggling and twitching, she was starting to wake up. Here came his excuses and they needed to be good ones. "Wha—what's going on?!"

"Ah, look who's waking up." The man grinned when he heard her mumbling and (y/n) bit her lip in worry when he placed the girl back on her feet, thinking that the laser's effects had worn off completely. However, she was still dizzy and incredibly wobbly on her feet, so the minute he let her go to stand on her own, Piper collapsed onto the floor, falling over the platformed entrance and onto the lower floor, which made the woman watching cringe at how she flopped around like a limp noodle.

"Oh my god, Piper, are you all right?" She asked instantly, bending down to help the girl up from the floor, both of them vaguely aware that everyone had their eyes looking in their direction, but (y/n) ignored them, remembering that the tween had just taken a nasty fall. She patted down her arms and Piper quickly found her feet, so she was satisfied that nothing was broken, but her brain was still fuzzy and she blinked at her surroundings in shock as Ray tried to help too so he didn't look heartless in front of the other customers.

"How did I get back here?" Piper asked the woman, wondering why she was shining her phone torch in her eyes, but she had her reasons, mainly that she didn't want the girl to meet her boyfriend with a concussion. Honestly, (y/n) didn't have an explanation for how they'd gotten there, all of her answers involved mentioning the laser and that would open another can of worms, so she left the talking to Ray, which was interesting.

"Look, life's not about how we get places, it's about what happens at those places after we've gotten there...here," Ray answered, hoping that if he sounded philosophically brilliant, her fuzzy mind would get all confused and forget her original question, preferring to focus on his plan. Luckily for him, that's what happened; Piper was way too perplexed to pick up any of the sentiment and flowery imagery he was laying down, so she just stared at him blankly, wondering if he had always had four eyes and two noses. "Huh?"

"So, where's this allegedly cute boy you wanna meet so bad?" Ray moved the conversation on, that way he wouldn't have to explain anything and the mention of Jackson was enough for Piper's heart to take the reigns and make her brain switch focuses. She remembered why they were there and quickly scanned the cafe for his signature blue jacket, her heart sinking a little when she didn't see him at first. For a second, she thought that he'd gone home after the trouble from Henry and she could feel the tears spring up in her eyes, but then, nestled into a corner, she spotted him, still scribbling away at his homework. "Oh, um, he's right over there in the cool, blue jacket."

"Okay, so I'm gonna go order (y/n) a hazelnut latte with extra whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles and a blueberry muffin and I want you to walk right over to that boy and say, hi, my name is Paper Hart and I would like to introduce myself to you so that we can be—" Ray started, feeling his girl link arms with him when he recalled her exact order without missing a beat. A smile ghosted over her face at how he still hadn't learnt the girl's name, thinking he really was the most adorable man she'd ever met and she would've gladly smiled over him all afternoon if she could, but no, the universe never let her do that. Midway through Ray's instructions, he, (y/n) and Piper were scared out of their wits when a woman jumped up from her seat and screamed, pointing at something big, black and deadly that had scared her as it crawled around the wall. "There's a big bug on the coffee bean display!"

"Oh my god, it's a scorpion!" Another guy shrieked and everyone sat near the arachnid ditched their lunch, coffee, tea and pastries so they could scramble towards the door, terrified of being stung or crawled on by the creature, which had probably been disturbed after Captain Man and Kid Danger hosed down its nest in the park across the street. 

"Okay, okay, everyone, let's just calm down. Only one per cent of scorpion species have deadly stings, so it's highly unlikely that anyone will die. If we just stay away from it, we'll be fin—" (y/n) tried to calm the panicking crowd down, knowing that the bug was happy to just explore the display since no one was threatening it. All they had to do was just wait until animal control or a similar authority came and took it away, but no, Ray, being the show off he was, decided that he would be the hero of the hour, forgoing any of his girl's sound advice.

"You know, I used to be a better than average tennis player back in my day. You mind?" He announced and looked to his right where a man with some tennis balls and a racket was standing. Oh no, he was going to, was he? (y/n) looked at him with wide eyes and clutched his arm as she realised that he was gonna try and squish the scorpion by blasting a ball at it. His aim was terrible, the creature didn't deserve to be killed and he was just doing it to seem all macho and cool, not realising that it was reckless overkill. "All right, Mr Scorpion, don't take this personally, but game, set and—"

"Ray, no, don't do it, think about what will happ—" (y/n) exclaimed, predicting the chaos that would ensure from him bouncing balls all over the place and he was a heavy hitter; those muscles packed a punched and could fire tennis balls like they were coming from a cannon, but he had already swung and was too late. "SMASH!"

"What was that?" Jackson asked as the ball whizzed over her head and pinged off the display, knocking the scorpion off in the process, so it was a success, but the forceful impact was too much for the rickety, old display and it collapsed when the nails that screwed it to the wall loosened. Poor Jackson was the unfortunate soul who'd picked the seat beneath it and took the full brunt when it fell on his head, which caused Piper to scream as her crush was knocked out. Not Ray's finest moment and he gulped when the boy groaned on the floor and he saw everyone cringing and wincing, not to mention his girl shaking her head at him with her hands on her hips.

"Jackson! Quick! Somebody call an ambulance!" Piper screeched when she saw that no one was moving to help the boy and upon her shout, the bystanders sprung into action, pulling out their cells as the waiters and baristas went to pull their stock from his broken body. 

"Why don't you get a better tennis racket, guy?!" Ray snapped at the man who'd given him the suspect weapon and rapidly returned it before anyone started pointing fingers, even though everyone had witnessed his stupidity. He looked at (y/n), pretending to be her loveable idiot like usual but she just tutted and shook her head with a sigh whilst she comforted Piper, half-ignoring the hands that ran across her hips and shoulders in a bid to get her attention. He got the scorpion, he did something impressive, yeah, a boy was now unconscious, but he did it to impress her...

Moments later, the ambulance had arrived and the paramedics burst into the building with their bags and needles and shit as Ray, (y/n) and Piper continued to watch mournfully, the girl on the verge of tears as the lead medic started barking orders on how they were gonna tackle the incident. Another turned to them, thinking that their keen interest meant that they'd witnessed the accident and that they could tell her something important. "You guys see what happened?"

"Yeah, there was a big scorpion—" Piper began, not caring that snitches get stitches or anything, she didn't see anything wrong with telling the paramedic what had happened, but Ray didn't want her to say anything that was remotely near the truth because it would come out that he was the asshole who hurt a kid, so he quickly stepped in front of her.

"Uh, I'm the adult. So, apparently—" He started too, before being pulled back by his girlfriend, who had enough of his bright ideas for one day. She could handle this.

"Uh-huh, okay, I'm the real adult here and as my slightly idiotic but very loveable boyfriend was saying, apparently, that poorly constructed display just fell off the wall, for no apparent reason whatsoever. We didn't even see it really, no one can prove anything, 'cause it was just an accident, so have a nice day..." (y/n) chuckled nervously, using her winning smile to charm the woman into nodding and agreeing with whatever she was writing down and thankfully, she believed every lie she said, walking off when she turned away to pull Ray from the scene. That was a close one, but no one was more hurt than Piper, whose miserable face broke both of their hearts as they knew that this was the worst thing that could've happened. 

"Listen, Popper. I know you're sad and I'm sorry that you didn't get to have the meet-cute that you wanted..." Ray sighed, giving the girl the most remorseful face and kindest words he had because he knew that this was his fault. Sure, he got her name wrong and it ruined the emotion a bit, but it was nice for her to hear that he was sorry and she looked up to see if (y/n) had some soft words to comfort her with too because she really needed her support at that moment. But to her and Ray's surprise, she had nothing, she wasn't even paying attention, something that wasn't like her, not when someone was upset and looking for succour and Piper frowned when she looked around the room and not at her.

"Hey, (y/n), what's wrong?" She asked, tugging at her jacket's sleeve when she stared at the paramedic's tending to Jackson and ducking in and out of the room. What gives? Was something wrong with the way they were treating her soon-to-be boyfriend? Had they missed something? Ray gazed at her too, worried that she was angry or upset with him for his actions and choosing to ignore him, but she wasn't, she was thinking and using that big brain of hers. 

"Hey, do you think that paramedic lady is the same height as Piper?" She asked her boyfriend, subtly gesturing to a woman, who was taking statements and Ray turned to briefly study her and the girl stood with them. Okay, their body proportions weren't identical, but they were roughly the same size and he wondered what she was up to, recognising that the cogs in her mind were turning. "Yeah, so?"

"So, Piper, I've come up with another meet-cute." She grinned, turning to the girl so she could grab her by the arm and lead her so she was looking at the right paramedic. Piper felt her excitement grow in tandem with her confusion and bit her lip as the three of them stared at the unsuspecting woman and Ray's warm hands settled on her shoulders, him grinning when he sensed her mischief.

"Okay, so, you're gonna take that paramedic over to that cupboard, the one that has the private sign on it and you're gonna "borrow" her uniform. Then, you can sneak onto the ambulance and be there when Jackson wakes up, just like Scarlett Johansson in Breakfast at Brittany's." She grinned, chuckling at the immortality of it all and how it was totally unlike her, but either way, it was kinda ingenious. Piper must've seen the movie too and how Scarlett and Ryan Reynolds fall in love because she gasped and turned around at the speed of light, hugging her waist tightly as she bounced up and down.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! It's perfect!" She squealed into the fabric of her dress before pulling back and storming over to the woman immediately, saying nothing else since she couldn't/wouldn't waste any more time, not when Jackson was being prepped for a stretcher. With her bravely walking over to the paramedic, Ray took the opportunity to curl his arms around the matchmaker's waist and pull her back into his chest, allowing her to bask in her own love and not just that of others. 

"Uh, 'scuse me, can I show you something behind that door over there?" "Uh, yeah. Okay," The couple giggled when they saw Piper sneakily dupe the woman into following her and how she wiggled her fingers at them as she closed the door, locking out the world as she fought for the uniform. They could hear the ruckus through the wood, the woman's protests and screams and Piper's determined snarls to win her prize; she'd lost one meet-cute, she wasn't about to lose another and (y/n) felt at peace as she felt the plan fall into place and Ray's lips press against her pulse point.

"You're so bad, I love it." He mumbled against her skin, kissing up her neck since everyone else was either returning to their food or helping with the rescue, which left them to stand to the side and let the victory sink in. And he could smother her with his love and affection, so it was a win-win all round, especially after the whole tennis debacle and how it was his fault because he ignored her warnings.

"I prefer being sweet." She replied quietly, unable to stop the smirk that wormed its way onto her face and it widened when he smiled against her neck too. He couldn't argue with that, she was his sweet girl and he wouldn't have it any other way, not when she was sweet for him in every sense of the word and in every way she could be. He fell in love with her sweetness, her kindness, her shyness, her uniqueness, her silly sense of humour, her quirks and funny rituals, her everything, and he never wanted her to change, she didn't have to. Her cheeky side was a bonus though, something that could keep him on his toes.

"I love that even more. I love you." He whispered, causing her to turn around his arms and melt against him, tears stinging her eyelashes at how far they'd come; from strangers to coworkers, from best friends, terrified of saying anything, to lovers, unafraid of revealing their true feelings, uncaring of whatever situation they were in, whether it was at home or in some random coffee shop. He could say what he wanted, he was just as sweet as she was and she didn't know what she could say in return that would give him the same teary-eyed, heart-jerking feeling that she was experiencing, so she went with the only thing that felt right.

"You wanna have that mini-date now?" She whispered, brushing their lips together and smiling when he nodded with a breathless chuckle. Yeah, that sounded nice and it got even sweeter when she mumbled those three little words back, leading him over to the counter where business had resumed as normal, Doctor Piper grinning to herself as she helped carry her crush out and saw them step up to order some coffee. He could hear her sweet voice talking to the barista, ordering two drinks and possibly something equally sweet to eat, but he wouldn't find out what it was until they sat down on one of the cosy loveseats and chatted the afternoon away because he was lost in his thoughts. 

It was a moment, but it wasn't the moment, even if the box was obnoxiously sticking out of his pocket like it was begging to be let out, but it didn't feel right. There were too many people around, strangers that had no business in seeing the best moment of their lives so he refrained from getting down on one knee.

It wasn't the right moment, but he was damn sure that it was getting close.

[jesusbutbetterrr]

Hi Jesus !!! Use this ask as ur personal ticket to dump about whatever you want! I wanna listen!!!

ok so this is mainly just gonna be about makeup and shit bc it's one of my favorite things. So like half of this is issues I have and then the other half is my screaming about stuff. The yelling is first, issues at the bottom. All below cut

We need to start normalizing colors in every day makeup.

"You look like a clown!" Good, did I scare you?

It kinda breaks my heart to see someone decide against a blue eyeshadow look because it's "too much" or whatever. I hate the amount of times I've been complimented on my makeup for looking "so natural" I get it's said in nice intentions, but my goal was drag queen low-key.

Also I want people to feel free to try out different things with makeup, it's not something you need to look alive or shit. It's too put on for fun and to look cool and awesome and express yourself.

You like that color? Go paint half of your face with it!!! (Ok I feel like it just should be said tho, do not paint your whole face in black, just don't)

You love glitter? Put it everywhere!!

Fan of a certain shape? Like doodling? By the gods, try out graphic liner!!!!!

WEAR BLACK LIPSTICK.

just wear it, I feel like we need to do that more

APPLY SHIT WITH YOUR FINGERS

FUCK THE DIRECTIONS

ok maybe don't do certain shit tho, like please don't put stuff in places if it says not to. Don't ask me about pressed pigments, it's literally just eyeshadow that could possibly land cosmetic companies into lawsuits, that's why when they add pressed pigments into eyeshadow palettes they tell you not to put it near your eyes. I hate to tell you, but it's going near my eyes. Almost on a daily basis. Chose your own journey.

USE PRODUCTS FOR MORE THAN JUST THE INTENDED PURPOSE

CHOSE THE BOLD LIP COLORS, THE CRAZY EYE LOOKS, THE HARSH CONTOUR, THE CRAZY EYEBROWS, THE HEAVY BLUSH, THE EXTREME EYELINER

ENJOY YOURSELF DAMN IT

MAKEUP HAS NO GENDER ITS FUCKING POWDERS, LIQUIDS, AND CREAMS

um I feel like I got most my ideas out.

SUPPORT THE COOL ASS INDIE BRANDS AND SHIT.

YOU DONT NEED EXPENSIVE MAKEUP

I mean if its something really cool and specific to the brand and everything checks out for it to be good, go ahead, treat yourself.

DO WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD AND HAPPY WITH IT

For the issues n stuff:

I have an issue with a lot of tiktok makeup trends due to the fact that half of them are the same thing with maybe one or two changes to them, but suddenly everyone has to 'jump on' to the trend even tho they did the same thing three videos ago.

I'm also tired of a lot of the clean girl shit simply because a lot of the people who do it make it seem like that is the only way makeup should be done. Like the whole idea that makeup should be natural or made to look just like skin or whatever is bull shit to me simply because the people who say that tend to like push the idea instead of just kinda bring it up. Im not saying everyone does, but there are a lot who do.

Another issue I have is like a lot of fancy ass brands and shit. Like a lot of these brands will release new things like eyeshadow palettes and it's only like 6-24 or so of the same nude/neutral colors that can be found in so many other palettes. I just don't really see the point in it. Also like half the time I see people paying like more than half a lower class pay check for a cosmetic product that preforms just about as well as a makeup kit from Claire's. Like what's the fucking point.

I don't like the fact that we're in the year 2024 and people sit dont widen the shade ranges for darker skin tones and shit. Im glad we're learning about all the different undertones for people and all that, but like for the love of god, can y'all quit making a total of 4-6 shades for dark skin colors and also stop making them all warm toned. I will say though, there are brands starting to get better, but I'm so tired of seeing a foundation go viral only for a POC to not find their own shade in that product.

This also goes for things outside of foundation or concealer. Face powders, bronzers, contour, blushes, lipsticks even. Like this issue goes past the more basic things. This is why I literally hate hearing about Charlotte Tilbury's pillow talk lipstick. "But what about pillow talk medium?" It can burn in hell. Also like seeing POC only have about one or two blush choices half the time is more than disappointing. The darkest bronzer of a new product that could literally be used as face powders for them, actually depressing.

Anyways yea, I feel like I've gone on long enough, people need to widen the shade ranges, it's actually not that hard.

[kazxmp]

We’re All Winging It

Starter for @mpinsoo

Kaz can’t say he had ever in his life offered to help someone get into makeup, nor had he ever agreed to take some time out of his day for someone on his instagram. But there’s a first for everything and Kaz happened to not be in a shitty mood, so here he was, backpack full of makeup, chains jingling as he walked up to Insoo’s place. Only seeing the guy in pictures he had tried to match the foundation colors he had but knowing photos really did no justice... he had damn near every color he had in his damn bag. Thing probably weighed ten pounds alone.

For once the tattoo artist was on time, he really only had so much time between clients to do this, but at the same time... if he took his time here and made them wait they would wait. 

“Yo. Insoo? I brought my shit.” his tone was flat as is normally was, but really he was kinda excited to do another type of art on someone else even as he spoke through the door accompanied with a singular hard knock. 

Once inside and settled, Kaz’ plethora of makeup took up rows and rows next to their knees as they sit on the floor criss cross facing each other. Insoo had already told him over DM the look he wanted to learn so he only brought his warm tones colors and different shimmers, from liquid eyeshadow to gel liner, it would be impossible for him not to have something here that matched the undertone of Insoo’s skin.  Looking at him up close, Insoo had warm toned skin, but his undertones actually hinted at cooler tones. Using too dull of a pink would turn out more mauve with layers than it would be the light airy pink the other wanted. With delicate fingers he brushes over the ridges of the palettes-not needing to see the insides to know-pulling out three of the ones he thinks will work. It’s even quick work to figure out which foundation he needs. A light cream that didn’t have much coverage but mitigated redness, and as he squeezes it on the back of his hand and dabs the blender into it he smiles, looking down at his hands. 

“Alright kid, let’s get you prime fuckable for your little date. Home boy’s gonna be sweatin when you walk in.” It was no secret Kaz loved sex. Even when he wasn’t involved, he thinks everyone deserves some pipe or whatever they like, so he was honestly even more ready for this spur of the moment makeup session because he heard it was for a date. “And if he don’t look like he just saw the holy fucking trinity when he sees you? Get you a new date.” 

[thelostrainbowthenovel]

Makeup Looks: Main Characters

Since I did this on one of my other blogs already, I thought I would make a post for this blog! This is the start of a new mini series of mine, of exploring some makeup looks for my characters! I expanded on these a little bit in their fashion posts, but this post is to just explore and showcase their makeup looks more since their visuals weren’t included in the fashion ones(as those were focused on their clothes). I hope you enjoy~ ^^

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- Nate

. Nate has a surprisingly steady hand and skill at doing makeup, but he does not wear it often himself, only really doing his sister's or his younger brothers' face paint for special events whenever they ask him to

. Though, he will wear a light layer of foundation for royal and other important events if he needs to cover up any scars or other imperfections, and a little eyeliner to make his eyes sharper, but other than that he keeps everything natural in terms of makeup

. For nails, he keeps them neatly filed and is usually a little apprehensive about painting them, but he will sometimes apply simple black polish

- Tia

. Tia prefers a simple look when it comes to makeup on a daily basis, since her priority when it comes to her appearance(aside from clothes) is her hair, and she tends to find it not worth it to wear it if she is going to be doing a lot of training or physical activity as it would just sweat off

. Her main everyday look consists of light foundation, natural eyeshadow, mascara, a little eyeliner, and sometimes a light or clear lip gloss if it is a more casual day for her

. When she does go for bolder looks, it is only for royal events and usually just consists of adding dark red eyeshadow and more noticeable sharp eyeliner

. She also quite likes it whenever her brother does her makeup for her, as it is a chill bonding moment for the siblings and also gives them an opportunity to talk about whatever is on their minds

. For nails, she does not like getting them manicured often as she does not want to break them while training, but she does keep them neatly filed and will apply simple polish in either black or red shades

- Maya

. Maya usually only wears makeup lightly, save for royal events or whenever her girlfriend, Iris, wants to do it for her

. Her usual look consists of soft pink shades of both eyeshadow and lip gloss, mascara, and light eyeliner to highlight her narrower eyes, and despite liking a simple yet elegant look, she is quite partial to some shimmering products that sparkle

. For nails, she likes to keep them medium-length and neatly filed, often getting them done in glittery or ombre designs

- Brooke

. Brooke does not mind makeup, since he tends to wear light foundation and concealer to cover up any scars or other imperfections on his face

. Other than that he goes for a natural look, but he does also like wearing a little mascara and eyeliner to make his eyes ‘pop’ more

. For nails, he loves getting them done to even further rebel from what is expected of him

. Usually just keeps them short, but he loves having them painted in bright blues and even some fun designs on occasion

- Gaia

. Gaia rarely wears makeup on her own, but she is not totally against it

. She will only use organic brands, and her daily look consists only of mascara and natural eyeshadow

. However, for royal events and other special occasions, or simply whenever Rosia wants to do her makeup, she’ll wear more bright and bold looks, mostly in rich earth shades but she does like a nice, dark red or pink lipstick

. For her nails, she likes letting them grow long but does make sure they are neat, preferring simple polish or whatever Rosia wants, which usually consists of bright colors and cute little flower designs

[kshira]

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃!

request: could I request daddy tokyo rev, looking after their baby/toddler. while moms out or at work. if possible.

ft. mikey, chifuyu, kazutora, ran, rindou, sanzu

tw. fem!reader, babies, toddlers, domestic stuff, fluff

TOKYO REVENGERS DAD SERIES

𖣠 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘

amongst all of the chaos of controlling the streets of tokyo, keeping his underlings in place within his gang and tending to the tedious things of being manjiro sano—he became a father just a week ago. a small fragile child now laid nestled in his arms, matching his static orbs and layers of blonde caressed the child’s head. mikey swayed his son as he watched you slip into the bed, coughing enough you have to grip your chest, “rest angel, i’ll take care of him.” you want to protest, being new parents brought caution beyond belief but you were sick—ache seething through your body with pain clutching in your head, you softly nod back and mikey gently cradles his son, carrying him to his new room, a faint smell of paint still lingers the walls as mikey sits down in the rocking chair, holding him tightly to his chest. “it’s just you and me buddy, momma isn’t feeling good—she needs rest” mikey whispers, swiping his thumb across the newborn’s cheek, smiling when his son gently snuggles into his chest. mikey doesn’t understand why his eyes are swelling with tears, pouring over on his own cheeks as he looks at his son, the innocence veils on his child, the feeling of wanting to never let him go, protect him with his life. “i love you” mikey sniffles, beginning to rock his son to sleep, his own body starting to nod off but before he’s succumbing to sleep he wants to watch his son for just a little longer.

𖣠 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐘𝐔

“daddy you look so pretty” his daughter claps her hands, applying more lipstick to chifuyu’s lips. he puckers them before grinning, “but not as pretty as you” he coos, adjusting her pigtails before she squeals, tackling him to the ground. chifuyu holds her against his chest, swaying her small body until she becomes a wiggling mess. “i miss mommy” she whispers, chifuyu looks down at his daughter and by the way she mirrors your exact appearance he can’t help but agree even more. “she’ll be home soon, let me put makeup on you this time—okay?” chifuyu smiles, placing small amounts of foundation around her cheeks and dabs of eyeshadow. “daddy you’re the best, you know that?” chifuyu struggles to hold back tears while his daughter recites every single reason she loves him, and he can’t wait for you to get home so chifuyu can really thank you for the life you gave him.

𖣠 𝐊𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐀

“you have got to be kidding me” chifuyu pitches the bridge of his nose when kazutora comes into work with his toddler daughter bouncing on his hip. her golden eyes narrowing at chifuyu before looking up at her dad, kazutora scrunches his nose at her “my princess wanted to spend the day with me.” chifuyu turns his back, swatting his hand at his friend, “she doesn’t even talk but whatever.” kazutora rolls his eyes but tightens his grip on her small body, “gonna be my little helper today?” chifuyu rubs his nose against his daughter, her chubby cheeks puffing up with a slobbery smile, “that’s my girl” he kisses her cheek and begins stocking the shelves while she chews on her toy, chifuyu watches in the distance while kazutora takes small breaks to smother his daughter in affection, reminding her of what a good girl she is and how much kazutora loves her.

𖣠 𝐑𝐀𝐍

ran looks in his rear view mirror at his daughter chewing on a toy, her purple hues beaming at him when she catches him staring. “ready to work with daddy today, princess?” he smiles, her babble back is good enough answer for him as ran pulls into a parking spot and gently pulls her from her car seat, she clings to his neck as ran makes his entrance into the bonten building, people stopping to look at the powerful gang member boasting a contagious laugh as his child pulls at his hair. mikey and kokonoi stand nearby waiting for ran, their eyes twitching when they make eye contact with the toddler. “my wife couldn’t find a sitter in enough time, think she can stay with us for a bit?” ran smiles, placing a kiss on his daughter's head as she continues the babble from earlier this time going into great detail. “yeah, think she can hold a gun?” mikey rolls his eyes before walking off grabbing kokonoi with him, leaving ran with his child but he doesn’t mind—her first birthday was nearly approaching and ran wanted as much time with her as possible. ran chooses to bring his daughter to his office, sit her on his lap as he works on paperwork, laughing when she tries grabbing the pen every time he signs his name. “you’re such a smart girl” ran praises, placing his hand over hers, guiding his daughter to spell her name out on paper, his chest filling with pride when her name was all spelled out. “mommy said she’d come get you in a little bit but i don’t want to let you go” ran whispers, smothering his child with kisses, her small squeals make him laugh harder, “you’re gonna be such a daddy’s girl” his daughter is quiet, holding concentration as she tries gripping the pen again. ran might have to tell you a little white lie to keep his child with him for little while longer, he can’t resist having her all to himself—enjoying the life he created.

𖣠 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐔

his daughter clings to his neck while rindou tries laying her down on the bed, babbling nonsense to him as he nods in agreement. rindou usually isn’t putting his daughter down for a nap but you couldn’t get a sitter in enough time so rindou decided to take the day off. it was easy at first—giving her a bath, feeding her numerous tasty meals and now rindou is faced with putting her to sleep, which has never been so simple. “no daddy!” she squeals, wiggling from his arms while rindou shuffles closer to her bed, “angel, please” rindou groans, watching his daughter sprint over to her toys, playing with them sporadically while she ignores her father. he gives up easily throwing himself on her tiny bed, rindou sighs deeply placing his hands on his stomach. his daughter frowns when she can hear quiet snores coming from rindou, padding further towards him she inspects his body before crawling under his arm, snuggling her face into his side she flutters her lashes close. and rindou has won the battle but not the war as you found him hours later snuggled up to his daughter still asleep.

𖣠 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐙𝐔

sanzu is left alone with his daughter for the day, her temperature reached the limits of the thermometer and her body couldn’t take much more of the sickness— sanzu’s heart could barely handle it. he knew he’d be sick but as she laid in his arms, squishing her cheek against his chest—he’d take the risk. “she’s doing okay” sanzu whispers in the phone to you, tucking her hair behind her ear as he raised his hand over his daughter’s forehead, “don’t be too stressed angel, daddy can handle it” sanzu beams through the speaker, bending down to press a kiss to his child’s blistering cheeks. he ends the phone call after another set of words how he’d handle it and with his child crying out for her fathers attention. “what is it, princess?” sanzu coos, watching her blue eyes tear up as snot drips from her nose—it hurts, painful to watch his daughter cry from the sickness her small form embodied, he wishes he could take it all away but for now he hopes the hugs and kisses will take her mind off of it. she grumbles from the affection which he knows she got from him, wiggling out of his arms to point at the tv—he sighs, leaning over to turn the tv on while she cuddles to his side. sanzu finds no interest in the dancing objects on the screen or the bright colors flashing but he’ll do anything to make his daughter happy and she looks content right where she’s at. “i never imagined this would be my life” sanzu talks out loud, his daughter dragging her eyes over to sanzu before flashing a toothy grin, he smiles back at her, cupping her cheeks and rubbing his nose over her own, “but i wouldn’t have it any other way” sanzu mumbles, wincing when his daughter sneezes all over his face.

[dienamights]

Today’s Book revolves around boyfriend Katsuki and Makeup, shall we?

Cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral male and female receiving (not at the same time lmao) i don’t know how to do these okay?

Boyfriend Katsuki that nags and bitches about how you always make him wait in the car whenever he would pick you up for a date, with you always throwing out the excuses of “I was doing my make up” “my eyeliner wasn’t even” “lashes didn’t look right” as you sat there so fucking beautiful buckling your seatbelt before smiling up at him.

Makes him wanna kiss your lipstick right outta your lips, yet he just huffs and presses on the gas to get to your location, never late, mind you, he just likes to complain about everything.

Boyfriend Katsuki that appreciates when you do something different with your make up, but never outwardly say it looks nice.

“That a new lip color? Doesn’t make your teeth yellow.”

“you’re eyes are all shimmery and beaut- and nothing, just shimmery… its different”

“liner looks neat” which is as good as its gonna get, but you always laugh and thank him regardless, because the blush that reaches the tips of his ears tell you everything.

Boyfriend Katsuki that would never tell you that you’d look more beautiful without make up -granted its a challenge to hear him compliment you so openly- but instead would observe the boost of confidence it gives you when you go out with him, wouldn’t mind when you lift your phone up to take a couple of selfies with him, he’d still pout.

“Get this shit away” he’d mumble, but a smile always adorns his lips when he sees you squeal about how your highlight is blinding in this lighting or fuckin’ whatever.

Boyfriend Katsuki that lets you try your new techniques on him, just this once! Because his stomach flutters when you giggle and gush at how his eye shape is perfect for eyeshadow and how you kiss his blushed cheeks when you’re done. That bends down to your level whenever he wears his hero mask on, for you to fill it and line his eyes with your black shadow, makes you look super hot, you’d say smirking, makes him wanna eat you up right then and there, but there are people to save, villains to murder, yknow the usual.

Poor boyfriend Katsuki that takes you one day to do some make up shopping, offers to buy you what ever it is you want, and swell with pride when you swatch the products on his hand or ask for his opinion on which to get, he’d always always tell you to get both, you ended up with three new foundations, two different pallets, seven shades of lipstick -that he unashamedly told you would want to be smeared on his dick when you give him head- and a whole set of brushes.

The final bill shocks him a bit, but all the more reasons for him to buy you your make up from now on. “Gotta spoil my baby one way or another”

Horny boyfriend Katsuki that would love the way your tears would mix in with your mascara when you cry from pleasure, his head tucked between your thighs and his lips working your clit like a toy, his fingers working on your pussy to get you to cum on his tongue.

Would love the way your lipstick smears on the base of his dick when you suck him off, would moan at how you get all dolled up for him, only for him to completely and utterly wreck and ruin you. He loves to pull his cock out and cum on your lips, coat them in his seed and watch you lick it off and moan in ecstasy.

Boyfriend Katsuki that loves hitting it from the back, loves the way your face is smothered by the pillows, watches how his pearly white pillowcase would smudge with your make up, tainting it, your drool slipping from between your lips at the way his veiny cock is brushing against your cervix.

That never fails to take you to the bathroom, does your seven step skincare routine, makes sure all your make up is cleaned to avoid breakouts , before dragging your body to the bed, nuzzling against you and grumbling how he wants to see that pretty glittery orange eyeshadow you had that one time cause it didn’t look as bad as the others did.

Why am I crying?

[pottersfia]

make up | hp x fem!reader

summary: while hanging out with harry, you decided to experiment with makeup, on him of course

a/n: this is a random idea i thought of plus i’m trying a new writing narration :)

y/n and harry were laying down peacefully. harry had his head resting on her chest as y/n’s hand was playing with his hair.

“i’m bored, harry.” y/n broke the silence.

“yeah me too.” harry shifted a little as y/n pondered. suddenly, she got an idea.

“love, can i do make up on you? it could be fun.” she asked. harry looked up at her.

“make up?” the comment was rather random to him but the more he thought on it the more he didn’t mind. he nodded his head. “sure thing, darling, go for it.” he replied. y/n smiled as she jumped up to get her makeup bag. she set everything out on her side table then looked at harry.

“where should we do it?” she asked. harry shrugged.

“can we stay on the bed? it’s comfortable here.” y/n smiled at the boy.

“whatever you want.” she moved over to the bed.

“sit up, harry. against the headboard.” and he did just that. y/n climbed up on the bed and sat with him between her legs, straddling him. she smiled again as they made eye contact and leaned in for a quick kiss.

“i’m going to take your glasses off, ok? promise you’ll see it when i’m done.” harry nodded at her words as she pulled his glasses off.

considering the fact her foundation wouldn’t exactly match him, she opted out on it. he honestly didn’t need it anyway. she decided on slightly brushing his eyebrows to shape them a little. harry let out soft low laughs.

“that tickles, darling.” he said.

“if you think that tickles then you’ve got a big storm coming.” she placed down the eyebrow pencil and grabbed the eyeshadow palette.

“pick a color, harry. i’m doing your eyeshadow next.” she said.

“well i can’t really see the colors now, can i?” he replied. y/n playfully rolled her eyes with a shake of her head.

“obviously. just say any color it doesn’t matter.” harry thought for a moment.

“red.”

“oh how unpredictable.” she laughed and so did harry.

“red is a very good color.” he said. y/n nodded.

“you’re right, it is.” she wiped the makeup brush in the red powder and looked back at her boyfriend. “close your eyes, pretty boy.” harry smiled at the name and did so. y/n placed a soft kiss on his cheek (how could she not? the boy was cute as hell) and began applying the shadow. harry laughed again at the tingling sensation.

“harryyy. come on try to stay still.” she whined.

“ok ok.” harry bit the inside of his cheeks to prevent anymore laughs from escaping. he laid his hands on her waist and rubbed her skin with his thumbs comfortingly. the action sent butterflies to her stomach and caused her cheeks to heat up but she didn’t dare show it.

once both eyes were done she told him to open them. she smiled in satisfaction and grabbed her eyeliner. she opted for the pencil instead of liquid considering she couldn’t recall him ever wearing it before.

“this might feel a little weird.”

“everything you’ve done so far has felt weird, y/n.” he closed his eyes again as she laughed and leaned towards him to do the eyeliner. eventually after take many breaks for harry’s eyes, they moved on to mascara.

“you better not poke my eyes out with that thing.” harry had seen her put mascara on plenty of times and thought it was ‘definitely the most dangerous part of makeup’.

“i promise i won’t.” y/n lifted his hand up and wrapped her pinky around his. “pinky promise.” harry lifted there hands so he could place a kiss on hers and she went to work.

after continuing with a little blush, highlight, and lipgloss, they were finally done.

“tada!” y/n exclaimed and got a good look at her work. she instantly laughed.

“what? why are you laughing at me?” harry pouted.

“you look so pretty harry.i’m not laughing at you i promise.” she giggled. harry smiled back.

“take a picture of me before i put my glasses back on.” he said. y/n nodded and reached for the polaroid she kept in her room. she snapped a picture of him as he smiled.

“here you go.” she handed him his glasses back.

“thank you, love.” he put them on and looked at the mirror she had on her side table. “talk about talent, y/n. i knew i was hot before but wow.” she laughed again at his words and he joined her.

“i am pretty talented, aren’t i.” harry nodded at her then leaned in for a quick kiss on her lips.

“you got lipgloss on me.” she gasped sarcastically.

“now you know how i feel.”

[sidespromptblog]

What to Do?: Chapter 3

One, Two, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten

Summary: Logan realizing that his first mistake was seeing the other sides as anything other than coworkers. They weren't a family. They didn't even like each other. How had he not realized sooner?

Warmings: General Angst and Food Mention.

Word Count: 1,820

The smells of cooking food permeated the kitchen as Virgil nervously slunk into the kitchen, his eyes darted around, catching a glimpse of Roman’s foot tapping up and down as he bounced his leg. He could feel the anxiety pouring out of the creative side like a faucet about to overflow a sink, and ordinarily he would have snapped at Roman to reign it in with the last thing he wanted to deal with was yet another person’s anxieties… but not this time. This time he could understand Roman’s fears, as they aligned with much of his own. 

Moving over to the dining table, he perched himself on top, giving Roman more occasional glances. 

“Are you okay?” He mumbled, detesting the way that he felt himself softening at the heartbroken expression on Roman’s face. He had cared for sure… but he also hated the fact that he cared so much for this, if he had cared less then all of this would have hurt much less than it currently was. “How’s Pat?” 

Virgil felt his heart sink into his stomach at the sight of Roman’s expression breaking apart even further. 

He hated this so much. 

Roughly Roman ran his hand over his face, as if he was attempting to wipe away tears before they could even be seen. “I’m… not okay.” He honestly said, and looking towards the kitchen he couldn’t help but to add on. “And I don’t think Patton’s much better, I think he was crying all night...” A part of him couldn’t help but to be resentful towards Logan for all of this, but another part of him… the part of him that he was desperately trying to squish down before it could rise back up… actually felt oddly proud of Logan for doing this. 

It felt… right, almost. 

But it didn’t make it hurt any less, the distance that Logan was obviously trying to put between all of them. He had thought that they were closer than that, but then again… He wasn’t all that certain that he had even been acting like a friend lately, sure he had been focused on getting Thomas with the man of his dreams, and sure he had been neglecting the others a little. But he was certain that Logan would’ve been fine on his own for a little while, it was the entire reason that he had given Logan access to the imagination to begin with. So that if he needed to blow off some steam, or just relax he could easily do so without him needing to be there to make him relax. 

But… 

He’d been wrong. 

Again. 

Virgil huffed, dragging Roman’s attention away from himself and back to the anxious side sitting beside him. He looked… well honestly he looked okay-ish. There were tiny tell-tale signs that Virgil hadn’t slept as well as he was trying to portray, the caked on eyeshadow covering up dark circles and the even more caked on foundation was something that Roman could almost too easily see through. But he didn’t look like he’d be swept away, not like Patton did. And he didn’t look like he was about to break apart into a million pieces, at least not like Roman did. Virgil looked… weary but strong, like an old piece of rebar poking out of concrete that refused to be weathered down by anything. 

Roman felt more than a little jealous of Virgil's strength, or maybe it was just his denial that he wished he could fall back into...  

Either way, he could only sit silently as Patton came into the dining room sniffling as he carried the plates of food for them to eat. It was almost painful to watch him consider and then reconsider putting a plate out for Logan, just to immediately go back into the kitchen and grab a plate for the logical side even though he had yet to show up. 

“Just in case…” Patton softly mumbled, putting the plate down so carefully that one might have thought that it would break at the softest breeze. “You never know…” 

They didn’t know, there was no telling if Logan would even want to eat with them. They hadn’t heard anything from him since he’d sunk out, and they’d heard even less from him that night. When Virgil usually heard Logan going crazy on his various projects during the night, now he heard absolutely nothing. He had no idea if Logan had merely just gone to bed early, or if he just… wasn’t in his room at all. 

For a long moment, they all sat there. Their plates filled with the food that Patton had prepared for them, with one empty seat at the end of the table. And for that moment they sat there not touching a single thing on their plates, unsure if they should actually eat or not. 

Roman had picked up his fork, but just half-heartedly poked at his food. While Patton just morosely looked back at his food, a self-pitying look on his face as his hands laid limpy on the table not making a single movement to begin eating. Virgil taking one look around at the two sides he stuck with, only sighed wanting to do something to break the uneasy tension in everyone but not having nearly enough gusto to do so. That was something that would require energy from him, and that alone was something that he really didn’t have enough of right now. So he resigned himself to sit in silence, and to eat a meal that he wasn’t even sure that he wanted anymore. 

When he heard the footsteps. 

Patton’s head snapped up so fast Virgil was sure that he heard something crack, and a hopeful look blossomed across the moral side’s face. Like a flower seeing the light of the sun for the first time, a light flourished in his eyes that almost instinctively made Virgil want to look away or to playfully curl his lip at how damn happy Patton looked in that moment as Logan came down the stairs his eyes fixed onto a book he was reading. Maybe everything would be okay, if Logan was still willing to eat with them, then perhaps they could slowly fix things over with him. Perhaps all wasn’t lost, and-

And just like that the look of happiness was gone from Patton’s face. 

Logan had… Brought his own food.

With no more than a second of hope being dashed from them, the uneasy silence was back. Only this time, with Logan finally sitting amongst them, they all finally began to eat. 

The moment seemed to stretch on, even though they all knew that it really hadn’t been that long to begin with. 

 Logan hasn’t looked at them once, as he took quick bites from his sandwich while his eyes remained glued to the pages of his book. Every now and then, his phone buzzes and then and only then does Logan look away from his book, shifting his attention to his phone for short bursts of time. It was a timer, that much Virgil could glean from the screen of his phone reflected in Logan’s glasses, much more than that… it was a reminder set to go off every ten minutes for thirty minutes. Like.. like he was nothing more than some person at work who had a thirty minute break in between doing his work. 

Virgil had felt awfully betrayed when that realization had finally smacked him across the face, to the point where he was honestly unsure if he wanted to even tell the Roman or Patton. The both of them were taking Logan’s new… whatever this was, pretty hard. While he may have been annoyed with both Patton and Roman in the past, it truthfully hurt him an awful lot to see Patton crying as much as he was, and to see Roman blaming himself the way that he was. A part of him wanted to tell them that it wasn’t their fault, but he knew that they wouldn’t accept it. Not with Logan the way he was now, and especially with no end in sight. 

It certainly seemed like this was going to carry on for some time, and how long… Virgil didn’t know. 

He didn’t want to consider that this could possibly go on forever. 

Tearing his eyes away from Logan, he tried to drown himself in the food that he had on his plate. But even then, with the empty space that seemed to be Logan, the food felt like tasteless mush in his mouth. He could only stand a few more bites, before the texture of it forced him to put his fork down, calling it quits for this meal at least. 

Looking up he could see Patton and Roman glancing at one another, desperately trying to convey who exactly should try to talk to Logan while he was still here. But their useless glances, and suggested shoulder shrugs did less than nothing. 

It was almost painful to watch. 

It only became that much more painful as Logan stood up, clapping his book closed before dusting himself free from invisible crumbs. Not a single glance was given to them as Patton and Roman each tried to convey with their eyes who should be the one to talk to Logan, and as he took a quick glance to his watch Roman had opened his mouth. 

Looking at Logan’s face, and the professional detachment on it, Roman found himself faltering. There were no words to be had from him, or at least none that he could think that would help this problem in any kind of way. 

Logan sank down, without a word back to them and Roman’s mouth snapped shut. 

There wasn’t any anger to be thrown at him though, Patton himself felt largely the same way. What could he say? What could he do that would make Logan reconsider, let alone begin to trust them again? He could hardly even ask for such a thing, he’d hurt all of them more times than he cared to admit in the past couple of weeks. And whether he liked it or not, he had done something to obliterate Logan’s trust and his love for him. To the point where he couldn’t call Logan his own name to his face, he could only do so personally in his own head as if that would get the relationship they once had back.  

Perhaps he didn’t deserve it…

But it didn’t make him, or any of them any less concerned for Logan. 

Patton’s mouth felt as dry as the sand on a beach, “I…” He paused, as his heart squeezed painfully in his chest. “I don’t know what I can do to fix this…” He sorrowfully whispered, “I’m sorry…” 

Neither Virgil nor Roman could say anything in return.

They didn’t know how to fix it either. 

[kenganparadise]

Hi!! Can I get some headcanons for Agito, Gaolan, Saw Paing and Ohma letting they s/o putting makeup on them and then doing face mask and stuff like that? Thanks ♥

I’ve been watching a lot of makeup/skincare videos on TikTok so I hope I did this request justice!

Gaolan, Saw Paing and Ohma letting their s/o putting makeup on them-

Agito

• it would take little convincing to do Agito’s makeup. If it’s something his S/O is passionate about then he’s down. Hes got a preconceived notion in his head that makeup is only for women.

• looking at his face up close, his skin is very scared due to years of battle. His skin is rough to the touch. Especially on his hands and feet He’s never really taken care of his skin.

• he’d love to do a nice detox mask. He especially loves those fluffy face brushes too. He’d close his eyes as his S/O takes care of his skin.

• he loves having a spa day date with his S/O. He’d definitely want to do it again.

• as for makeup, he doesn’t care much for foundation or contour, he lets his S/O do what they please. He asks them questions. “What is that?” Or “What does it do.” Or “what is the importance of it?” He’s new to this and he wants to learn. He watches his S/O as they’re focused of putting makeup on his face.

• For eye shadow, it takes him a moment to pick out the right color. He goes for a nice dark Smokey eye. wants just a little eyeliner.

• just a little blush to bring some extra color to his face.

• EYEBROWS. Agito already has small practically nonexistent eyebrows. He’d think it would be interesting to see his face with some large drawn on eyebrows.

• he wants to sneak peeks so bad, but controls himself for the big reveal.

• but his favorite by far would be picking out lipstick. He chooses a nice dark matte plum color.

• looking in the mirror he’s a little taken aback. He looks at his face for a little while then asks his S/O politely to take it off. Not after a few pictures of course.

• he’d say it was an interesting experience but not something he would do again.

Gaolang

• Gaolang would love having a spa day with his S/O. He’d get him and his S/O matching bathrobes.

• Gaolang’s skin is quite nice. His face is smooth to the touch he does use a few natural face washes for himself.

• he’s never used face masks before. He’d like a nice clay one.

• he likes doing Gua Sha and has a few precious stone tools he uses occasionally. It helps him relax.

• Gaolang would probably take a little more convincing to do his makeup. He’d go along with it just to make his S/O happy.

• he sits very obediently, and doesn’t sneak peeks as his S/O does his makeup. He just lets them do their own thing.

• he doesn’t like the way foundation feels on his skin. He’d want blush of course.

• as for eyeshadow he goes for a red earthy color to match his beautiful auburn skin.

• as for lips he chooses a glossy nude lipgloss. He would let his S/O do his hair as well. Whatever they want to do!

• looking into the mirror he can’t help but smile. He feels quite silly but the smile on his S/O’s face makes it worth it.

Saw Paing

• doesn’t do any skincare whatsoever. His S/O introduces him to skincare as a whole. He’s never really thought about using a face mask.

• he likes those foamy bubbly masks. He doesn’t like clay masks or peel masks, he always ends up accidentally rubbing or itching his face and making a mess.

• he’s never thought about putting on makeup. He always sees his S/O do it. He decides to go along with it.

• send his S/O pictures of drag queens “I wanna look like this.”

• he likes the feeling of his S/O putting makeup all over his face. His S/O’s face is super close to his so he can steal kisses.

• he thinks They’re so cute when their face is concentrated.

•wants the biggest eyelashes and the biggest winged eyeliner.

• goes for gold eyeshadow to match his amber eyes. He wants a unconventional color of lipstick like green or blue or neon pink. his S/O is able to convince him into a warm matte nude color, just a little darker than his skin tone.

• loves how he looks. He wants to go out like this. He and his S/O take a ton of pictures together.

Ohma

• Ohma is a little wary. He doesn’t really do any skin care at all. But he sees his S/O doing it so he decided to join them.

• the second a warm gel face mask is placed on his face he’s out cold. He snores as his S/O massages his face.

• he loooooves how it feels. It makes Him sleepy, especially any facial massage. He’d probably add skincare to his nightly routine.

• as for makeup Ohma isn’t to into it. It would take some convincing form his S/O. He believes that makeup was only for women (which is wrong) he thinks it’s kind of emasculating.

• once his S/O succeeds In convincing him, He’ll probably pout when his S/O begins putting on his makeup. He hates how foundation feels on his face, he also hates contour.

• he Doesn’t really care about eyeshadow and eyelashes. he shoots for a nice soft Smokey eye.

• as for lipstick he wants a deep glossy red.

• looking into the mirror for the first time he’s a little surprised. He didn’t think he’d be so pretty. Washes it off before his S/O can snap a picture, he can’t let anyone see him like this.

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Chapter 7: Boyfriend Recommendation

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It has been 2 months since you moved to Hyogo. In those 2 months, it’s safe to say that you and Kita have gotten pretty close. You didn’t develop a romantic dynamic, but it certainly isn’t platonic either, considering how vocal you are about liking him.

Kita allows you to tease him and do pretty much anything you want as long as you don’t cross the line he never mentioned, but you know is there. It’s all fun and jokes between the two of you, or at least you’re enjoying. You’re not really sure about Kita’s feelings. He never reacts or reciprocates to your actions.

On Kita’s side, he’s not really sure about you. There are times he feels like he likes you, but then the contrast of your personalities make him question your compatibility as a couple, if ever you become one. He just can’t imagine dating someones like you: extravagant, outgoing, impulsive, sometimes childish. His heart is telling him to go for it, but his mind is just so hesitant.

The only thing you have in common is Rice. That’s it. You both own Rice. But even how you raise the dog is conflicting.

He wants Rice to sleep in the living room? You want Rice to sleep in your room.

He wants Rice to eat less food because the dog’s getting fat? You feed him more and give unnecessary snacks.

For the meantime, your relationship label is: Rice’s parents.

“Rice, come here,” you call the dog, patting the space in between your legs. “Wanna join me in today’s live?” Rice barks as a response and excitedly goes between your legs. He doesn’t understand what you’re saying, but the way you’re patting the mat is making his tail wag.

You go to your Instagram and start a live. A few seconds later, you see people coming in so you greet them. “Hello everyone! Did you have a nice day? Ohh... Some of you are still at cram school. Then why are you watching my live? Shouldn’t you be studying?”

You continue to go on live, showing your viewers what Rice has learned in the span of two months. Sit, down, roll, play dead, paw, other paw, nose: those are all you’ve taught him. Kita taught him the more practical tricks. Like, get your bowl, go to your bed, stay, wait, don’t go out. Sometimes, when you go to school, Rice goes to the fields with Kita and help him carry his towel.

“Can you do the my boyfriend does my makeup challenge?” You read, making you laugh. “I love the video recommendation but can you also recommend a boyfriend?”

You see names pop up in the replies but you don’t actually mind them. You look for questions but you just see names, so you decide to end the video like that. “I have to go now. I will consider your recommendation hahaha. Bye!”

Turning the live off, you hear the door open. Rice hears it, too, so he excitedly runs to your door, waiting for you to open it. “Dad’s here? Are you excited?” Rice barks so you rise from your bed and open the door for him. He runs to the front door and you wait for Kita at the living room.

“Hi,” you greet him with your usual smile. He ignores you and heads to the kitchen, holding Rice in his arms. “Why does he look mad?” You mutter to yourself. You follow him in the kitchen, linking your arms with his. “Bad day?”

He humms then shakes you off. You pout. You hug him from behind this time and he lets you stay like that, knowing you won’t give up on your tactics. “I watched your live,” he speaks up after a long moment of silence.

“All of it?” You ask him, burying your face on his back. You take in his scent and sigh in satisfaction. He smells really fresh despite staying under the sun the whole day. He smells like home. “Did you enjoy it?”

“Let’s do the makeup challenge your fans suggested,” he suddenly tells you, ignoring your question. You let go of him and pinch his side, but he still doesn’t give you a reaction.

You cross your arms, leaning on the counter top behind you. “No.” You reject his offer and he faces you with his stone ace.

“Is it because I’m not your boyfriend?” He raises an eyebrow.

You shake your head. “You don’t even like being in front of the camera. Why would you film a video with me?”

He dodges your question again. “I can hide my face from the frame.”

“You are acting suspicious right now,” you furrowed your eyebrows, eyes squiented. “What’s the catch?”

“Nothing. You just get new content,” Kita answers which Rice barks at. “See? Even Rice agrees.”

“Are you sure you’re okay about filming? What even went in your mind that you’re suddenly on board about this makeup challenge?” You chuckle, not believing what’s happening. Kita hates being filmed. He doesn’t even want his pictures to be taken. He’s private like that.

“The boyfriend recommendations,” he mumbles quickly as he turns so you don’t hear him. “Nothing. Just felt like it.”

After a lot of thinking you finally say yes to him. You set up the camera in your room, the screen hidden from you. The mirror is also covered with a piece of cloth so Kita can surprise you with the look he’s going to do on you. He finally enters your room in his matching cotton maroon pajama pants and sweats.

“I have a nightgown that matches yours! I wanna wear it, too!” You excitedly tell him, shoving him out of the room so you can change.

After changing into a plain silk slip on dress in the same shade, you call him to come back in. He stops at the doorway as he sees you. The way you look so simple yet so attractive causes blood to rush on his face and somewhere else in his lower body. He won’t admit the latter, but he can feel it.

“Want to start filming?” You ask him, not noticing his red ears. He nods at you and stands at the side, waiting for a signal for him to come in the frame.

You do your usual introduction then finally explain what’s going to happen in the video. “So for today’s video, I will do a challenge that has been requested a lot and for a very long time now. Today I will be doing the ‘boyfriend does my makeup’ challenge. But the man in this film is not my boyfriend. I want to clarify that before you jump to conclusions. He’s...” you take a glance at him and he’s looking at you nonchalantly so you feel shy. “Umm... he’s the other parent of Rice. We are co-parenting Rice. I guess you can say that we are good friends.”

Kita finally enters the frame, but only his shoulder to hip can be seen in the camera. “What do I call you?” You ask him and he just shrugs. You smile, an idea popping into you’re mind. “I’ll call you baby.”

“No,” he firmly says, but you just stick your tongue out to him. He looks down at you, then gulps. The sexual tension between the two of you is growing, and you’re aware. You have fun teasing Kita because you know he won’t do anything about it, which is something that made you fall deeper for him.

“Whatever, baby,” you giggle. He pinches your cheek in irritation so you whine jokingly. You go back to recording and leave the fate of your face on the man beside you. “So we will now start the challenge. Baby, go on.”

Kita does a sarcastic gagging face at the nickname before he goes through your makeup box. He picks up a random sponge and foundation. “Is this right?” He asks you but you don’t answer him. “Wait, you really don’t help me even just a bit?”

“No, baby,” you tell him. The nickname coming out of your mouth sounds so natural. He likes it, but he won’t tell you that, but he won’t stop you from calling him that either.

“If you turn out ugly after this, it’s your face’s fault,” he says in a serious tone so you jokingly punch his side. He puts an amount of liquid foundation on your forehead, and you feel it drip down the nose of your bridge. “I don’t think I’m doing this right.”

After doing your foundation, he grabs an eyeliner. “Already?” You chuckle and he puts it back on the table. He takes a contour palette and confidently grabs an eyeshadow brush. He does random strokes on your eyelids, lowkey scaring you.

He stares at you intensely before looking away with a disappointed look on your face. “Baby, what did you do?”

“Wait, I think this will fix it.” Kita takes the eyeliner again so you close your eyes, allowing him to draw on your lids. “It doesn’t look that bad with your eyes closed.”

“Should I just close my eyes the whole time?” You snort. You hear him say open, so you look up to him, your eyes meeting his. He takes his lower lip in between his lips, concentrating on your lids. ‘May all the gods help me not do anything to this man.’

He continued doing your makeup in silence, while you do almost all of the talking, asking him the most random questions which he answers calmly despite how weird the question may get.

“Baby, if a cockroach lands on a soap, will the cockroach be cleaned or will the soap be dirty?”

“You know what (Y/N), this is by far the most stupid question you’ve asked, not just in this video but ever since we’ve met.”

Kita is putting mascara on you when you suddenly open your eyes, causing him to poke the stick in your eye. You groan in pain so he drops the mascara on the table and attends to you.

“Baby, are you okay? Let me see.” He grabs both of your cheeks, and checks your reddening eye. The pain has subsided due to him calling you baby. He blows on your eyes, his face getting closer to you.

“Baby, huh?” You mock and he rolls his eyes at you. He continues to do your makeup, being extra careful this time.

“I think we’re done,” he says after putting wand of the lipgloss back on. He takes a look at you and chuckles.

“How bad is it?” You ask him in worry.

“Don’t you trust me?” He pouts and you shake your head. He puts his hand on top of your head, and shakes it gently, making you laugh. “You’re so annoying.”

“You like me like that!”

‘I do.’

Kita finally removes the cloth from the mirror so you see yourself. You gasp, not expecting Kita to do a good job. It’s not the best, but it’s something you can wear out. It’s simple but somehow looks so elegant. Just like Kita.

“You did a really good job.” You smile at him. You start filming for the outro of your video after that.

After doing the outro, Kita just stands there and looks at you. “What?” You chuckle, looking his way.

“Nothing. You look good,” he replies, making you a flustered mess.

“Stop saying that. I won’t be able to resist and kiss you,” you threaten him with a pout.

He shrugs. “Go for it.”

Heat spreads across your face from his words. You scream in frustration and he just chuckles. Kita walks closer to you while you hide your blushing face in the palm of your hands. “Don’t move any closer. I swear I will do it.”

“I told you already, go for it.” He bends down to your sitting height, but you look away. “This is the only time I will allow you to do it.”

You remove your hands away from your face, then you see that Kita’s face is close to yours. “What is with you today?” You groan, turning your back on him.

Kita spins your chair to make you face him again. “I don’t know. The jealousy and your nightgown I guess.”

“What?” You stutter, not comprehending his words.

Before you can even ask what he means, Kita’s lips are already on top of yours. Your eyes widen in shock, not processing anything. A few moments later, you give in to his lips. And at that same time, he pulls away, leaving you disappointed.

“Good night, baby.”

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[ace-of-sspades]

Trans masc tips.

just because I’ve been researching and figuring a lot out and I wanted to share.

Disclaimer for this whole thing. You’re identity is valid regardless of how you present and really masculine and feminine things don’t even exists. Gender is a social construct. But here are tips to present more traditionally masculine, at least in my experience and for my body. Also I am non-binary so I don’t really try to pass as a man, just as not a girl, and I am 17 and not out to my family so I’m sure that will effect my advice.

Clothing

- Cloths that are tight around your arms/wrists or ankles at the cuff. It makes your limbs look bigger. Like sinched pants or rolling your sleeves.

- In general stuff that’s tight on the shoulders and baggy around your waist

- Tucking your shirt in can help make your figure look more square

- Darker shirts are sliming and help eliminate any shadow from your chest. Also they hide binders better

- Baggy pants, especially around the thighs. Try to avoid skinny jeans.

- In general layers!! And things with high collars.

- Wearing stuff across your brow line!!!!! Like a hat worn flat across your forehead or a bandana. It makes your face look more angular. This is a saving grace.

Make up

- Okay I know it sounds counter intuitive but it can really help. I suck at make up and these things have helped me so you don’t have to know what your doing. Also you can use a bronzer a darker foundation or even brown eyeshadow, all of it works.

- Contour your jaw!!! It’s barely every noticeable even if you use a lot of contour and it makes your jaw look so much sharper. If you have a butt chin even slightly, adding some there helps a lot, and at the corners of your jaw under your ears.

- Okay so these next tips take more subtlety. But contour your nose, just along the sides and under the tip. It helps give your face depth.

- Also put some in the crease of your eye near your nose, just a little because too much here will look like eyeshadow.

- You can also do your cheek bones and your temple but be careful because if you put too much it’s very noticeable.

- I have thick and dark eyebrows already so I don’t usually do anything to them but mascara does make them look thicker. I recommend using clear mascara or sometimes I’ll rub my black mascara on my arm to get the majority off and then use it on my eyebrows just to give them more volume. It can be tricky to do this without making it obvious. Also putting some darker eyeshadow over them can fill in any gaps and make them look thicker.

Voice

- This is tricky but sometimes I get dysphoria over having a too feminine voice, I really want an androgynous voice and here’s how I’ve at least made myself feel better about it. Idk if anyone else can tell a difference but still.

- I know nothing about singing or pitch or whatever but,,, singing in the car to songs with male vocalists really helps. It’s not even about harmonizing, and I suck at singing but even just talking the words helps. Plus if you feel weird practicing alone in your room or while you talk to someone this is a perfect fix because odds are you already sing when your alone in your car and no one will hear you.

- The most important thing is try to emulate the quality of the vocalists voice. Like say the words the way they do, over time this gives you more control over what your voice sounds like. A lot of male voices echo more or are heavier sounding and this is a way to get your voice to do that.

- Try to lower your voice if you can, it can help to say ahhh and then go deeper and try to speak at that level. But don’t try to lower your voice and scream because it h u r t s.

- Also trying your best to sit up straight and take a deep breath before you speak helps quite a bit.

- Your vocal cords are muscles, so the more you practice the easier it’ll be to control the quality and depth of your voice.

- Finally, don’t damage your voice to make it sound more masculine. I’ve done it before, I’d yell really loud to a song and be happy when my voice is horse after but it does damage your vocal cords so try not to.

Body language

- Take. Up. Space!!! Sit with your legs wider and your shoulders back. If you cross your legs do it with one shin over the other thigh not at the ankles.

- Walk in two lines not one. Like try not to put one foot directly in front of the other when you walk. Also your best to keep your shoulders and hips straight and even.

- Standing try to keep your weight even don’t lean on one foot.

- Keep your hand movements deliberate and try not to fidget.

- Also real quick, work out tips. Focus on your shoulders and arm!!! Tricep, pecs, lats, deltoids, biceps. Adding as much mass to these as possible will help immensely. Also working forearms will help make your veins more prominent.

Hair

- If you can’t cut it short that’s okay!! Tying it back in a messy low bun helps a lot. Before I cut my hair I did this all the time and I felt like hozier

- Also curtain bangs! If you’re closeted they still are perceived as totally feminine. But if you wear a beanie or a hood they give you the appearance of short hair.

- If you can cut your hair, try not to fall into the trap of “I must shave my head”. Some people can totally pull it off and obviously if you’ve always wanted too go for it! But it might not help you pass. Short hair exposes your jaw line a lot more. And AFAB jaws are normally a lot softer than AMAB jaws. I recommend cutting your hair in stages, just to see what looks best.

- Jaw length or mid ear length works as masculine too! And it can help add depth to your face. I have a pretty soft jaw and my hair currently looks kinda like JD from Heathers and it works pretty well.

- Hair is honestly very tricky and there’s really no way to get a completely masc hair cut. But in general longer on the top and shorter on the sides works well.

- Honestly my biggest tip for teenage trans masc folks is to find a hair dresser/barber that doesn’t cut your hair to look feminine. Like the family hairdresser you’ve been going too since you were 5? They definitely have an idea of what you should look like and will add their own touch. And if you’re not out to your parents it’s hard to come out to a family hairdresser. My recommendation is do some research and find a place nearby that cuts men and women’s hair, that way you don’t have to worry about passing enough to get into an only men’s barbershop, but they’ll still know how to cut men’s hair. Either way definitely go to someone new, and if you can ask specifically for a men’s hair cut.

Anyway there’s my tips. Feel free to add, and sorry this is kinda a long post lol. I’ve been compiling this for months and I hope it can help someone.