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omg your first kiss fic made me swoon,,, thank you for that post! uhm about a request of mine, could you write for a male leaning genderfluid reader? the reader is afab, uses he/him pronouns but (sometimes) wears fem clothing (am i this obvious or am i just starved (╯▽╰ )) the reader asks xyx to cut their (long) hair, doesn't even care that he just chops it off bc it's so hard to maintain. reader and xyx are stuck in quarantine so the reader can't exactly go outside. please have a nice week! <3

Its not much but i think it short a sweet, i hope its enought to make you happy. i was unsure ho short you wanted the hair to get so i tied to leave it up to inteptaip but i might have fairled at that

Hope you enjoy

You hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with Xyx, even though you were in the same house, even though the two of you were always home, he was never able to give you time, so busy with work. You stood in the bathroom, trying to think out the best way to get rid of your hair, and still make it even enough. You'd been thinking for about ten minutes and you were nowhere. You sighed annoyed at yourself.

“What’re you sign about?”

Your boyfriend asked you jumped, scared by his sudden appearance.

“I- I was- am trying to cut my hair but it's hard to do it alone, can't really see what I'm doing.”

“I didn't realize you wanted to cut your hair.”

“Ye-ah I've wanted to chop it for a while, just- I wanted you to help but you haven't had the time so I decide id do it.”

“Well, id rather cut your hair than deal with my clients. “

He walks into the bathroom, grabbing the scissors.

“How much were you thinking you wanted off? This good?”

He held the scissors against your hair.

“More.”

He moves the scissors, looking in the mirror with a questioning look.

“More.”

He moves the scissor even more.

“Let's try that.”

As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he started snipping. It was comforting that he never made you think he didn't want you to cut his hair, no faces no questions, he just did what you wanted. He was always like that, whenever you talked to him about something you thought was important, he considered it very seriously. When you wore a skirt around him the first time he didn't question you except to ask.

“Is it comfy? it looks comfy as hell.”

When you talked to him about your gender and maybe explored some more he sat and listened, nothing remotely judgmental came from him. And know he was cutting off an inch of inches of hair, without a single question about.

“Why?”

“Are you sure?”

He didn't try and sway you with his reasons.

“It’s too pretty.”

“I like it.”

“I don't want you to have short hair.”

He just did as you asked.

“I was thinking… I've asked for the next few days off, I know we can't go out but I was wondering if you'd want to have a stay-at-home date?”

He leans down, blowing hair off your shoulder before whispering.

“You could get all dolled up, you could wear that new suit, or that skirt I love, oh what about that vest, Or-”

“If I let you keep going you'll name everything in my closet.”

He stands up moving to blow the hair off your other shoulder, whispering in that ear.

“You surprise me with how well you know me.”

He stands up again, grabbing the clippers he noticed were on the counter, you nodded in the mirror. He gets to work on the next step, the two of you stay quiet, pretty hard to hear each other with the clippers going. He turns the clippers off as he takes a look at what he's done so far, then looks at you through the mirror.

“Wooh. that one handsome fella.”

“What?”

“The person in the mirror?”

“You talking about yourself again?”

You tease.

“no, doll, though I appreciate the ego boost, I mean you. Just look at you, so beautiful.”

You blush at his teasing, he laughs before starting the clippers up again and cleaning up some spaces. When he finishes he dust of your head an body. He turns you around to look him in the face.

“The mirror doesn't do you justice, you look so handsome. And that haircut…”

He cuts himself off by kissing you.

“Whoever did this…”

His hand moves to behind your head, playing with the hair that remains.

“Deserves a date.”

He smirks at you as you lean in for another kiss. When he pulls away he rests his head on your forehead.

“I've missed you. Missed this. I'm sorry about work. I just, I want to be there for you but I'm always busy and -”

“I know- it's okay, you are always there when I need you, and that's enough.”