UNLESS [Onceler X Reader]

~~Soap~~

Y/N: With that?

He looks more confused with every response you give him. His eyes then trail to the shampoo bottle in his hand, he looks back down to you with a smirk

Onceler: Are you... Scared of a shampoo bottle?

Y/N: N-No...

Onceler: Okay

He shrugs his shoulders and tries to use the shampoo, but you held tight to his wrist, still preventing him

Y/N: Wait! Hold on just one second!

Onceler: What?

Y/N: I... I've never used shampoo before... Is it safe?

He looks to you as if that was the most ridiculous thing he's heard all day

He looks back to the shampoo bottle then back to you

Onceler: I... I mean... As far as science goes, yes. Um, how have you never used shampoo before?

Y/N: Well listen, tree chopper, when you just magically appear into the world, you don't have that much experience to begin with!

Onceler: Can you stop calling me tree chopper?

Y/N: Only if you stop calling me orange hair

Onceler: But that's the thing, you do have orange hair. And I'm not a tree chopper anymore. So I can call you orange hair if I so please, orange hair

Y/N: Whatever, tree chopper

You glare at each other for a few seconds before Onceler continues with your hair

He pours some shampoo on your scalp and begins massaging the shampoo into your hair

As he does this, the nervousness of the shampoo quickly subsides for you

The feel of it was even kind of relaxing

Although there was an annoyed tension between you two, he was gentle with the way he washed your hair

Using his fingers gently, making sure no shampoo got near your eyes

He then finished off as he sprayed down your hair

He smiles at you

Onceler: See, wasn't so bad

Y/N: Okay fine, it wasn't terrible

You sat up from the bath tub while Onceler grabbed a towel from behind him

He turned back around as he put the towel on your head and started ruffling the living heck out of it

Y/N: GAH! What are you doing?

Onceler: Drying your hair! This is the quickest way!

Y/N: Stop!

You snatched the towel away from his hands and then, by suprise, threw it at his face

He yells in fright by the sudden blindness of the towel blocking his view

He takes the towel off his face, an annoyed expression present

Onceler: Hey! You-

He suddenly stops as he glances at you glaring at him

He looks at your fluorescent orange hair still damp from the ruffling of the towel

But it takes an intriguing charm

The vibrant orange hue of your hair shimmering under the sun that was setting down into the day

Glistening like tiny crystals