This is my first request but could you do the wammy boys reaction to the reader giving them a spa day? (Like with skin care masks, hair masks, nail painting, the whole 9-yards :33)
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â spa day? what's that? this man hasn't taken a deep breath since 1876
â mello is usually fine with the absurd things you suggest to do when you're bored- but what? having someone personally pamper him? someone actually showing him that they care about him and his wellbeing? the fuck?
he's just really confused as to why you want to give him a spa day
he's gonna act all tough and defensive when you suggest it as if he's too hardcore for a spa day, but really, he's kinda into the idea
"Please, Mello? Just this once." "Fine- if you insist."
"What is this shit even supposed to be?" Mello glanced from the open container of moisturizer to you, his expression disdainful as he peered into the jar.
You smiled cheerfully, paying no mind to Mello's attitude- after all, he'd agreed to this in the first place. "It's a hair mask! It really helps with dry or damaged hair, and I know you really haven't taken care of your hair like you should be..."
Mello scoffed, but didn't deny this. "I don't have time."
"Okay, Mello," you chuckled, slightly exasperated as you moved towards him. "Here, I'll help you put yours in."
"And now my hair feels disgusting. Happy?"
"As a matter of fact, I am," you replied brightly before clapping your hands together. "Next, we're gonna do face masks!"
Mello automatically recoiled, his face repulsed. "Huh? We have to put this stuff on our faces?"
"What- no, of course not. Face masks are different from hair masks," you explained, tearing open two thin bags each containing a sage green face mask. To show Mello, you took one out and held it in front of your face, making sure your features aligned with the holes in the mask. "See?"
"That looks terrifying as hell."
You couldn't help but laugh as you set the mask back down on the bag. "Think so? Wait till we get to put cucumbers over our eyes."
nail painting- manicure+pedicure
"You're really pushing your luck here, Y/N."
"Hey- you agreed to this! You gotta go the whole way now."
Mello let out a melodramatic groan, but you could tell he wasn't really annoyed. "Black. I'm getting black."
"Mello. You wear the same chipped polish every day. It's time for an upgrade, dude." You stepped aside from the table behind you to display the numerous bottles of nail polish you'd laid out. "Choose whatever colors you want- one for fingernails and one for toenails. And you can't choose black."
"Are you trying to make this weird?"
Undeterred, you shot a wide smile Mello's way, and slightly flustered, he dropped his sullen gaze to the ground. "Not at all. I'm only doing this because you haven't relaxed since the day you were born, so..."
Mello, whom you had forced into a chair, looked up abruptly, no doubt preparing to protest- but realizing you were probably right, he folded his arms across his chest. "Whatever. Do what you want."
"Thank you." You leaned over to kiss him quickly on the nose, to which he turned his eyes to the sky, avoiding your gaze.
àŒ* he ends up enjoying the massage way more than he expected himself to, although he absolutely won't admit it. well, you can tell anyway.
"You haven't said anything snarky yet," you informed Mello, a brow raised. "Have I broken you already?"
You had already started a hot shower, waiting for it to steam up a little more before it was ready.
"Don't be dumb. I'm wondering if this will be the only thing I can actually get into in this so-called 'spa day.'"
"Hm? What makes this less miserable?" you queried curiously.
"I get to see you naked."
"Oh- Jesus." Now it was your turn to stare at the ground, face hot as you began heading to the shower, Mello beside you.
àŒ* matt is totally down. tbh go mf crazy
"So how do you put this stuff on?" Matt asked, popping the container open and sticking a finger into the moisturizer. "You just drench your hair in this stuff?"
"Well, there's a specific way you have to apply it so you get full coverage," you explained. "Here, let me- Matt?"
You hadn't even begun your explanation before Matt had already turned the whole thing over on his head, tapping the bottom of the container to get all of the product out. Unfazed by the stuff dripping from his hair and sliding down his cheeks, he promptly looked back at you expectantly. "What's next?"
Finally, you'd managed to clean most of the hair mask from Matt's face- although there was still glossy residue on his clothes, and his hair was full of product. With an exasperated shake of your head, you set down the damp rag you'd been using and picked up a face mask.
"That looks a little freaky," Matt remarked, an eyebrow raised at the mask you held over your face.
"Clear skin doesn't," you replied nonchalantly, placing it on your skin and moving to get Matt's face mask. Matt, in the meantime, peered into the bowl of dewy cucumbers with an odd look. "What are these for? Do we eat them?"
You spun around instantly. "Matt, no-"
Too late- your boyfriend had already decided to munch on the green vegetable slices, popping at least three into his mouth and frowning slightly. "These taste weird as hell."
"I- good grief, Matt, you weren't supposed to eat them!"
"Really? Wow." Matt sent you an innocently bright smile, cucumbers sitting in front of his teeth. "My bad."
Regardless of Matt's antics, you couldn't help but smile.
"I can totally do my own nails, you know."
"Yeah, well, after that hair mask stunt, I don't trust you around this stuff," you retorted, setting down the barrage of nail polish bottles you had. "Choose two colors- one for your fingers and one for your feet."
"Why don't I just get a different color for every nail?" Matt asked flippantly, bent over to observe the nail colors you'd laid out.
"Because you have too many digits for that. Now choose or I'm choosing for you," you answered, giving Matt a pointed look.
Now Matt grinned in amusement. "Ha! There are easily thirty different colors here. You just don't have the patience." Casually, he danced over to the still present bowl of cucumbers and popped one into his mouth.
You shrugged before laughing out loud. "You aren't wrong."
"Why do I need a massage?"
"Because you hang around Mello twenty-seven hours a day."
Matt gave you an amused look. "What does my hanging out with Mello have to do with me needing a massage? And also, there aren't that many hours in a day. Just saying."
"I know that, genius. What I mean is, Mello is the most uptight person I know, and I'm sure it's not doing you any favors. Now sit on the chair." You indicated a wooden chair in the center of the room.
Matt raised a brow at it skeptically before glancing back at you oddly. "This is supposed to be a massage chair?"
"Well, I really can't go out and buy a big fancy recliner when we're in hiding because the goddamn police are looking for you," you replied with a dramatic eye roll.
"You know, I figured I wouldn't be able to relax with a massage from you anyway, but you're really making it worse."
"I'm still better than Mello."
"So now you're saying I stink?"
"Kidding. Come on, let's get in."
"So you're automatically assuming we're showering together?"
"You don't have a choice, babe."
àŒ* he's wondering why you came up with the idea, but after some convincing, he agrees to it if it will please you. but be aware that this man has no idea what self-care isđđ the almighty near has no damn clue how to brush his hair properly
"Uh- I'm not sure I know what exactly a hair mask is," Near informed you, eyeing the jars of scented hair product somewhat cautiously. "Will it have any detrimental effects on my hair after I use it that I need to know about?"
"Uh-" Quickly, you snatched up one of the jars and skimmed over the words on the label before putting it down and smiling brightly. "Nope! All good. Also, I had to buy a million of these because your hair is insane and I really doubt you take care of it like you should. You're welcome."
"Thanks?" Near picked up a strand of white hair and twirled it in between his fingertips before glancing up to watch you open one jar. "Do you just... put it in your hair?"
Near paused and stared at the jars for a second before looking back up at you expectantly. Feeling his eyes on you, you looked back up at him questioningly.
"Do... you need me to show you?"
"Huh- my hair feels... moist."
You had to fight the urge to laugh at how clueless your boyfriend was when it came to these matters. "That's what's supposed to happen- see? No side effects."
"Alright. What will we do now?"
"Face masks!" you announced excitedly, laying out the supplies. Near glanced down at them with a furrowed brow.
"I believe I've seen these before... I may know how to apply one if I can remember correctly." Tentatively, Near took one in between his index finger and thumb and promptly plastered it on his face, looking at you expectantly. "Is this right?"
You blinked a couple of times before smiling slightly. "Uh- yeah. But don't forget the cucumbers!"
"Nope! You put them over your eyes to get rid of eyebags."
"Eyebags? I am only nineteen- I don't think those are an issue yet-"
"Yeah? When was the last time you slept more than two hours at night?"
"I get plenty of sleep," Near retorted defensively. "Just last night I was able to-" Suddenly, he cut himself off, mind blanking as he tried to recall a night where he'd gotten an adequate amount of sleep.
You raised a brow at Near pointedly. "Case and point."
àŒ* i think near would rather paint a mural or something on the floor instead of doing his nails- but tbh he doesn't care, let him go crazy
You sat on the ground in front of Near, observing his activity with a puzzled look on your face. "I'm a little surprised you decided to paint the ground instead of your nails, but whatever makes you happy." You tilted your head at the art made of several glittery polishes and smelling strongly of chemicals. "What are you making, anyway?"
Near didn't answer, dabbing a few more drops of metallic silver onto the floor before scooting back and observing his drawing.
àŒ* pls tell him it looks nice no matter how it may actually look because pls
àŒ* near does not want the massage. he wants to keep painting. he also starts stacking the empty nail polish bottles on top of each other. u must play with him
"Hot showers make my hair frizzy."
"Yes, Near, but you need to exfoliate, so you don't have any choice."
"I have never exfoliated before. I don't see any reason why I should begin now."
"Near, you already agreed to the spa day- you gotta go all in now."
àŒ* it takes a lot of pleading and cake but you finally get l to agree to your spa day. except now you owe him like five slices of cake. fun.
àŒ* so uh yeah buckle up bc this man has never breathed in the same room as a shower
a/n- anyways purely headcanons here because this post is hella long n im tired
àŒ* will probably take the whole container and dump it on his head
àŒ* he will proceed to accidentally gel his hair into a bunch of naruto-looking hairstyles and wonder why you're falling tf out in the back
àŒ* then l realizes his hair looks weird asf, get irritated by you laughing at him, and then go to you and turn a whole different container over your head because he's childish and petty. have fun cleaning the stuff off your face and shirt
àŒ* -puts face mask over self- "Boo."
àŒ* bro has no clue how to take care of himself. at all. mentally or physically. he's worse than every other wammy boy combined. it's rare he even bathes properly, let alone does a whole spa day routine
àŒ* once you say the cucumbers are supposed to get rid of eyebags/dark circles, he flat out refuses to put them on his face
àŒ* "Ryuzaki. You're telling me you don't see why you need to put the cucumbers over your eyes?"
"No. I think my dark circles give me character."
àŒ* eh, well, he isn't wrong.
àŒ* honestly L kinda likes the idea of having his nails done. he is not at all concerned with the feminine factor he just thinks it looks nice
àŒ* he sits all quiet and still while you paint his nails with dark blue or black. finally his frog position works out to your advantage because his toes and fingernails are displayed
àŒ* does everything in his power not to smear the polish once you're done. he will also not remove it willingly for several weeks afterward
àŒ* l is the one giving you a massage despite your efforts to convince him to let it be the other way around. ur not complaining tho
àŒ* at first you hear bones cracking and get anxious but it turns out it's pretty refreshing
àŒ* 10/10 massager. would hire at a salon
àŒ* mans has never walked into a shower in his life. he has basically always used that weird washing machine thing
àŒ* he also keeps the water absolutely freezing and therefore is not at all open to getting in a hot shower. he is also dramatic as all hell about it and is stressing u tf out
àŒ* "Do you want me to boil alive?"
