🍇 can I please get a blurb for Oscar? maybe doing face masks with him hehe?
It was early afternoon in your apartment, sunlight streaming through the blinds as you dabbed a face mask over your cheeks, humming softly to yourself. Just as you were smoothing out the last bit, Oscar wandered into the bathroom, a curious look on his face.
“What on earth are you doing?" he asked, eyebrows raised as he leaned against the doorway. His messy hair, tousled from a long nap, made him look even more relaxed than usual. Four weeks off from racing, and he finally had time to just be with you.
You grinned. "Self-care. Want to try?"
His nose scrunched up, half-amused, half-sceptical. “Not really my thing.”
“Oh, come on,” you coaxed, already grabbing a little bunny-eared headband from your vanity drawer. “You’ll love it. Besides, you need a break.”
Before he could protest, you pulled him in, sliding the headband onto his head, pushing back his messy hair, and reaching for the pink clay mask.
He looked at his reflection, eyes widening. “I look ridiculous.”
You stifled a laugh, stepping back to admire your handiwork. “You look adorable. Now hold still.”
As you gently applied the mask to his face, his fingers played absentmindedly with the bunny ears, adjusting them to stand up straight. He tried to frown but couldn’t hide the amused glint in his eyes. Finally, you finished, wiping your hands on a towel and beaming at him.
“See?” you said. “Pink is definitely your color.”
He rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning forward to press his nose to hers, the mask still tacky. “Only for you.”
You couldn’t resist; he just looked too cute, bunny ears and all. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips. But as your foreheads brushed together, you felt a slight smear and pulled back, eyes widening.
“Oh, no,” you laughed, reaching up to inspect the damage. Sure enough, his face mask had smudged at the top, and there was a pale swipe of your mask on his forehead.
He caught his reflection and burst out laughing. “Guess I wasn’t cut out for beauty treatments.”
You shook her head, trying to bite back a smile. “You’re such an imbecile.”
Still grinning, he reached out to wrap an arm around you, pulling her close again. “Maybe. But I’m your imbecile.”
an: i need me a soft boyfriend who won’t mind doing face masks with me 🥲
