ྀི ۪ ׂ. ૮ ๑• . •๑ ა ۪ ׂ. ꒰ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 !! ꒱
꒱ pre! breakout joel x feminine reader
꒱ in which joel finds that he loves skincare as long as it’s with you
thinking about joel walking into your bathroom and seeing you rubbing all sorts of creams and serums on your face,
scoffing and strolling past you to retrieve his toothbrush, mumbling something like, “m’silly girl,”
he’s not sure how he went from brushing his teeth to being sat upon the toilet seat, feet atop the pink bathroom mat you only had to flutter your eyelashes for.
a fluffy white headband adorned joel’s head, working to keep his flopping brown hair away from his face, two bunny ears stick out of the headband you somehow convinced him to wear.
“now darlin-“ he stuck up a hand to pause you in your ministrations of trying, and failing, to open the bottle.
he was just about to request, as kindly as possible, that selfcare sunday be over, despite it being a tuesday.
but instead he simply sighed and spoke softly to you, “do y’need some help with that, bambi?”
the nickname never failed to leave you speechless, so you simply poured and nodded you head dumbly as he wrapped his warm arms around your own, taking the bottle and unclasping the lid for you, still keeping you snuggled in his body heat.
seeing your face light up, eyes sparkling at the sight of his face covered in some aqua green goo, made the uncomfortable tightening feeling in his face worth it.
he loved you. and he loved skincare sundays (on any day).
your skincare routine was quickly established as a regular in your relationship with joel. doing skincare had never even crossed joel’s mind, and even when sarah asked for products he was always left sort of.. confused to the appeal of the ritual. but when he did it by chance, it then it had become a regular part of your shared day.
he likes to walk through the steps with you in the morning and the evening, standing next to you and gazing into the bathroom mirror.
he finds it amusing how serious you act when applying the mask to his face - brows furrowed, nose twisted, lips pouting ; the scolding, slightly whine in your voice as he purposely forces you to adjust it once again.
“god! lean down, joel, you’re too tall,”
joel knows that you usually are quite shy and hesitant to speak your mind, so he appreciates moments like this.
and he loves that you’re comfortable enough around him to be bossy.
