Donald x Kingsley (and other one shots)

Nails (Plantonic reader insert)

~(HI sorry for not updating my brain went on vacation mode for a few days and this is all I could muster so yeah. I know it's short and I promise I'll get to your requests. Aight that's all for today I hope you enjoy!)~

"If it's heads I'll leave you alone and only do my nails in a singular color, all ten of them." Y/n stated boldly. They were still rather upset about Donald insulting their nails saying it "doesn't make sense" because it "doesn't match". Well they weren't supposed to match! It was Pride Month and Y/n was celebrating with epic nail art. Each nail was a different Pride flag; Pinkie was Pansexual, ring finger was the Bisexual flag, ironically the middle finger was the Asexual flag, index fingers was the Trans flag and of course the thumb was the classic rainbow flag. Plus each nail extended about half a centimeter past the finger. They looked hella fly. Once they explained it a little to Donald he did admit that it made a bit more sense, but was still too "non-uniform." Well, screw him. Y/n was still upset about it so they struck a deal: Flip a coin.

"And if it's tails...?" Donald asked, awaiting the other end of the bargain.

"If it's tails, you let me do your nails." Y/n said rather matter-of-factly.

"Alright fine." Donald agreed. In all honesty he just wanted to get this over with. Y/n had become, a slightly amusing, nuisance. With the way Y/n was holding the coin he was almost certain it would land on heads.

And so the coin was flipped, in seemingly slow-motion, until finally it reached the table. Tails.

"HA HA! Now you have to let me do your nails! Your lucky I don't think you would look good with pink~!" Y/n called out as they ran down the hall. Donald heaved a sigh. Well if I don't like it I can just remove. Only problem is, I'm wasting my time here.

"Alright so," Y/n started as they came back and put down a bin full of nail polish and other supplies on the table, "I was thinking about just doing a solid black, but then I found this super pretty sparkly black that I think would look good on you."

Oh, Lord. What did I agree to? Donald thought as Y/n had finished pulling out the stuff they needed.

" 'Kay, now give me your hand," Y/n commanded. Donald reluctantly placed his hand in Y/n's.

     "Doesn't this seem a bit...intimate to you?" Donald smirked trying to annoy Y/n.

     "Only weird if you make it weird," they responded cooly. Now Y/n had focused in on their work. First they would need to fix-wait a minute.

     "Wow."

     "What is it?" Donald asked, already over this whole getting-his-nails-done thing.

     "You have really nice nails. And cuticles. Especially for a street fighter," Y/n mused more to themselves than to anyone else, "Do you get manicures, regularly or something?"

     "Tch, no. Why would I waste time and money doing something like that?"

     "You waste time and money when you buy hair gel." Especially when you look better with your bangs down, Y/n thought as they continued to examine Donald's nails. I don't even need to cut or shape them. Sheesh.

     "Well that saves us a lot of time. Since you already have perfectly manicured nails-"

     "I don't get manicures."

     "All we have to do is paint them." Y/n said picking up the bottle of nail polish and shaking it.

They began to paint Donald's nails in silence. Y/n was intently focused on their work and didn't mind the silence. Donald found it slightly annoying but kept his mouth anyways. And so neither of them spoke and the air was quiet. That was of course until Dongha came into the room (Y/n wasn't really sure why Donald Na and his executives were at their house right now but since they assumed it had something to do with the fact that they were friends with Donald and there was always food at their house).

      "Hey so-" Dongha stopped short, amazed at the sight before. He just stood there for a second gapping before regaining his senses, and crazy smile, before asking, "What's going on in? Are we doing nails? Can you do my nails next? Maybe, blue...?"

     "Yeah, sure!" Y/n responded cheerfully, "And how about purple instead-"

     "Oh, yeah! Purple would look much better. Probably lavender," Dongha and Y/n continued to discuss possible color options while Donald sat wondering what the absolute fuck was happening. Dongha seemed completely unfazed by Donald having his nails painted, which was understandable cause Dongha is a weirdo but then he also asked to have his nails painted which could also be explained by Dongha being a weirdo. Huh. Maybe the situation before him could be explained.

     "Dang, I don't even need a second layer," Donald was suddenly pulled back to reality by the sound of Y/n's voice. Had he been spacing out?

     "Alright then I guess we're done here," Y/n shoving Donald out of the chair so they can now do Dongha's nails. Donald looked down at his own nails and...it wasn't terrible?

     "You know," Donald started slowly, "I don't hate it."

     "HA! And you doubted my ability!" Y/n exclaimed, shaking a bottle of lavender nail polish. "But wait don't go anywhere! You have to let them dry."

     Donald looked at Y/n skeptically. "As long as I don't use them right?"

     "Yeah, but-"

     "Ok then I'm going to go," Donald said leaving the kitchen, hands spread out in front of him.

     "He's going to go show Kingsley, huh?" Dongha snickered. But Y/n ignored him. This bitch really going to go ruin his nails, huh?

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HEADCANNON OF THE DAY: Kingsley is a Virgo. (Also lmao imagine checking different ships compatibility in a horoscope app like wow couldn't be me)