Celeb One Shots with Y/N

Skincare Shenanigans with Scarlett Johansson, Y/N, and Oscar

Scarlett Johansson stood in front of the camera, looking as effortlessly beautiful as ever, ready to film a skincare tutorial for The Outset, her beloved skincare brand. Her setup was perfect: soft lighting, neatly arranged products, and her wife, Y/N, sitting just out of frame, ready to assist—or at least, that was the plan.

“Alright, we’re rolling,” Scarlett said with a small smile, smoothing her hair as she picked up the bottle of moisturizer. “So, this is one of my favorite products from The Outset. It’s lightweight, hydrating, and really smooths out the—"

Before she could finish, Y/N, who had been quietly observing, suddenly grabbed a face mask and slapped it on her own face with exaggerated flair.

"Do I look like Iron Man now? Or maybe more like Hulk?” Y/N interrupted, wiggling her eyebrows in the mirror. She was clearly more interested in making faces than following along.

Scarlett tried not to laugh, keeping her composure. “Y/N, honey, this is a skincare tutorial, not a Marvel press junket,” she said, lightly teasing.

“Okay, but hear me out,” Y/N said, waving her hands like she was presenting a grand idea. “What if we make this a challenge? Football rules: whoever can apply the most product in 30 seconds wins. Loser makes dinner!”

Scarlett couldn't help but laugh this time, shaking her head. “How did I get roped into this?”

Before she could regain control of the video, the sound of nails clicking on the hardwood floor broke the moment. In bounded Oscar, their golden retriever, tail wagging furiously, as if he sensed something exciting was happening. He trotted right up to Scarlett, nudging her hand like he was asking, “Where’s my skincare?”

“Oscar! No!” Scarlett laughed as the dog tried to lick the moisturizer right off her hand. “This is not for you!”

“Oh, I think he’s in,” Y/N said, bending down to ruffle Oscar’s fur. “Oscar clearly wants in on this luxury skincare lifestyle. Maybe The Outset needs a dog line—Pawset? What do you think?”

Scarlett rolled her eyes in amusement. “Yeah, because what every dog needs is a night serum.”

“Look at this face,” Y/N said, holding Oscar’s head up to the camera. “This is the face of someone who needs an anti-aging cream, for sure. He’s been running around the park all day, getting sun damage.”

Scarlett was now full-on laughing, no longer trying to salvage the tutorial. “You two are impossible.”

As if on cue, Oscar placed his head on Scarlett’s lap, as if to say, “I’m part of this now.” Y/N, seeing her chance, quickly grabbed a soft, clean face cloth and gently dabbed it on Oscar’s head.

“See? Now Oscar’s glowing! He’s got that ‘I-just-got-a-facial’ look,” Y/N said with a smirk.

Scarlett shook her head, her eyes twinkling with laughter. “You know what? This is turning into less of a skincare tutorial and more of a chaotic family moment.”

Y/N leaned over and gave Scarlett a quick kiss on the cheek. “That’s what makes it fun though, right? Who wants a boring ol’ skincare video when you could have a comedy show starring Oscar?”

Oscar, sensing the attention had turned to him, barked playfully, his tail wagging so hard it knocked over one of the skincare bottles on the table.

“That’s our cue,” Scarlett said, still laughing as she scooped up Oscar’s favorite chew toy and tossed it for him. “Well, I guess this tutorial is over for now.”

Y/N grinned as she wiped some excess face mask off her cheek. “Looks like Oscar’s stealing the show again.”

As the camera turned off, Scarlett shook her head and smiled. “Every time we try to do something serious…”

Y/N wrapped an arm around Scarlett’s waist, pulling her close. “Hey, at least we’re having fun. And Oscar looks ten years younger already.”

Scarlett laughed, resting her head on Y/N’s shoulder. “Yeah, I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

Oscar, now settled on the floor with his toy, let out a content sigh, clearly satisfied with his contribution to the chaos.

The End.