I dare you to write pancake gee drabble...I TRIPLE dare you!!
you'll NEVER believe what I already had queued up.
oh to be pancake report gee’s hair and makeup assistant. you’re the only one who gets to see him without his glasses on while you stamp on some subtle makeup just to make him look a bit less pale and corpse-y. you get to be the one to hold his chin and force his head every which way you want him to. you can get inches away from his face, smell the coffee on his breath and feel it fan over your face in small puffs
he’s not a natural blonde. whenever his roots start to show you run your fingers through it and offer to come over and help him touch them up. you can see the gears turning in his head as he thinks it over. you can also see the awkward bulge growing in his slacks. when your comb runs through the knots in is hair, soft lil squeaks leave his throat, followed by softer apologies. you never tell him to stop apologizing nor do you tell him you’re pulling his hair on purpose. you like seeing him get embarrassed too much to do that.
but this is all totally work appropriate, since you’re his hair and makeup assistant and all!
also you go behind the wardrobe team’s back and order his polos a size too small. it makes his pudgy belly read better on camera.
