Nischa Oneshots

Nail Polish

MISCHA PAINTS NOEL'S NAILS

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"My divine Noel? What are you doing?" Mischa asked as he stood in the doorway of their shared bedroom, watching a hunched-over Noel painting his nails a dark red.

"Painting my nails," he responded, not even looking up to Mischa. He bit his lip as he tried to steady his shaking hand. He accidentally moved his finger, which made him smear the nail polish onto his finger.

"Fuck" he muttered, grabbing a nearby paper towel and dabbing the red off his skin. Mischa watched as his boyfriend struggled, his eyebrows furrowed. He walked over to Noel, pulling over a nearby footstool.

"You need help?" He asked, sitting down. Noel sighed and nodded.

"Please," he mumbled, which made Mischa laugh. He took the bottle and screwed the cap back on, handing it to Mischa along with the paper towel. He laid his hand out flat in front of him.

Mischa unscrewed the cap, grimacing at the smell of the polish. He placed the bottle along with the paper towel onto the table. He pulled the cap off the bottle, revealing the brush covered in a dark red.

"Pretty color," Mischa mumbled. He took Noel's hand and pulled it closer to him. He took Noel's thumb and lifted it. He began to paint the nail, lowering his head to get a closer look.

The two made small talk about their day while Noel got his nails painted. The hopeless romantic was surprised at how well Mischa could paint nails. You never would've expected it out of the Ukrainian.

"You're really good at painting nails," Noel commented. He watched Mischa take his other hand and paint his other thumb. Mischa hummed and nodded.

"I used to paint moms all the time," Mischa mumbled. "That is why I know how."

Noel's smile faltered as his expression turned to one of sorrow at the mention of his boyfriend's deceased mother.

"Oh," he muttered. Mischa nodded once again.

For the next few minutes, the couple sat in silence. Mischa softly blew on the nails that he had now finished painting. His breath tickled Noel's fingers and caused him to giggle. The sound made Mischa grin.

After a few more minutes of Mischa fanning and blowing on Noels' nails, they were finally dry. Noel wiggled his fingers, grinning. He looked up to see Mischa fondly staring at him, which made him blush.

"My Noel is so pretty..." Mischa mumbled, resting his chin on his palm. Noel bit his lip, trying not to explode at all the compliments Mischa was throwing at him.

"I love your eyes."

"My pretty кохана"

"My lovely—"

Noel interrupted Mischa by leaning over and smashing his lips onto the Ukranian boys. He heard Mischa let out a surprised squeak at the action but quickly kissed back.

Noel grabbed Misha by the shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him harder. He could feel Mischa smirk against his lips.

Noel pulled away before things got too heated, which made Mischa pout. Noel fondly shook his head and placed a quick kiss on Mischa's lips, which caused him to grin.

Slowly, Noel's eyes trailed down to Mischa's white button-up, now with red nail polish dots smeared where Noel's hands were. Noel looked down at his nails, seeing the once pristine red polish smeared all over his fingers.

"Uhm, Mischa?" Noel muttered, biting back a grin. His boyfriend hummed and looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes?"

Noel giggled, pointing to the red spots of Mischa's shirt. Mischa looked down at what Noel was pointing at and gasped dramatically.

"You shit!" He yelled, standing up and gently tackling Noel to the floor. Noel landed on the carpet with an 'oof!' Mischa propped himself on his elbows so he wasn't crushing his boyfriend.

Before Noel could say anything, Mischa began to pepper his face with kisses. Noel giggled and attempted to push Mischa off, which ultimately failed when Mischa's elbows buckled, causing him to fall on top of Noel.

Noel let out a pained groan while Mischa laughed. The Ukrainian boy buried his head into Noel's chest, laughing into his shirt.

Noel groaned once more, throwing his head back.

"Get off me, you ass," he muttered. This just caused Mischa to laugh harder.

"I comfy," Mischa said, his voice muffled due to him nuzzling his face into Noel's shirt. Noel fondly rolled his eyes, raising a hand and twirling his finger around one of Mischa's curls. Mischa hummed in delight. He wrapped his arms around Noel's waist and moved his head so his cheek was squished against Noel's chest.

"я тебе люблю," Mischa mumbled, closing his eyes. Noel smiled, massaging Mischa's head.

"I love you too, Misch"