#oz zidan imagines
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Bad Hair Day
Fandom: FBI
Character/s: OA x Reader
Warning/s: none
Word Count: 822
Request: Could you possibly do an imagine for OA Zidan comforting his s/o who just got a bad haircut? Okay, it’s me. I have the bad haircut and need comfort. 😭
Summary: OA knows how to make everything better, even a bad hair day...
“Are you going to come out?” Your boyfriend, OA Zidan, asked you yet again as he sat on your bed, facing the bathroom doorway expectantly. Needless to say, OA hadn’t thought it was the best idea for you to give yourself a Quarantine haircut, but you’d insisted that you needed one and you were sick of it being so long, so who was he to tell you not to?
“No.” You said, and he bit his tongue, resisting the urge to say ‘I told you so’ as he grinned and shook his head.
“So you’re what, going to live in our bathroom forever?” He replied, trying not to sound too amused as he heard you sigh through the door.
“Maybe?” You replied, standing in front of your mirror as you surveyed the damage, wondering if he’d mind you wearing a hat at all times. You could pull of hats, right? Urgh, worst hair day ever.
“Oh, come on Y/N, I’m sure it looks fine, just show me.” OA sounded a little impatient and you couldn’t really blame him, you’d been in there way to long, but you figured if you stared at your hair long enough, you’d figure out a way to fix it, or just magically grow back.
“No.” You replied, debating staying in here until it just grew back properly on its own. OA had told you it was a bad idea, but you were sometimes way too stubborn for your own good when you got an idea into your head, and this was definitely one of those times.
“Am I just going to have to come in there and drag you out?” He suggested as you ran your hands through your hair. You could hear him standing up, and you knew he was serious.
“Don’t you dare!” You yelled, locking the door quickly and casting a glance to the mess you’d made in the bathroom, looking guiltily at the pile of hair you wished you still had on your head.
“Fine, I’ll just finish off your leftovers then since you’re clearly not going to be coming out to eat them,” he decided, knowing damn well how to push your buttons and get you to come out.
“Omar Zidan do not touch my food!” You yelled, also knowing that he would do exactly as he said if you kept sulking in the bathroom.
“Come out and stop me,” he told you, trying the handle of the bathroom door. With a sigh and a quick glance at your bad haircut you unlocked the door, hearing him take a step back as you swung it open.
“See, it’s awful,” you said as he surveyed your new look.
“It’s not, really,” he tried, and failed, to sound reassurring as you both headed back to the bed, OA looking away as the corners of his mouth twitched up.
“Don’t lie to me, I can see you trying not to laugh,” you said, folding your arms as he turned back to you, trying to utilise some of those FBI skills as replied.
“I’m not- I’d never laugh at you,” he told you sincerely as he could, eyes trying to look at your face but sliding to your hair every time.”
“Uh-huh,” you replied, unconvinced as you waiting to see what he actually thought.
“Seriously,” he protested, arms up as if to say, help me out here, what do you want from me?
“Uh-huh,” You knew there was nothing he could actually say to convince you any which way, you knew it was looked bad, and you knew he knew it too.
“It’ll... grow back?” He attempted, earning him a light shove. “Ow, okay sorry, no I think it looks sexy, really, it’ll be all the rage, brand new trend,” he tried again with a different approach, earning him yet another shove.
“OA!” You shook your head, but you were both laughing.
“Ow okay okay would you stop hitting me,” he caught your arms the last time, grinning as he pulled you in to him instead.
“Tell me the truth OA,” you said finally, being cut off by a kiss as he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around you.
“The truth is I’d love you even if you shaved all your hair off, or got like, a mullet or something,” he teased between kisses.
“Well now you’re just making fun of me,” you pouted as he moved his hands, running them lightly through your hair.
“Maybe a little, but it doesn’t mean it’s not the truth-” another kiss, “I love you,” he told you sincerely.
“I love you too,” you replied, not knowing how you’d gotten so lucky.
“...but there’s no way I’m letting you near my hair.” He said playfully as you laughed, trying to shove him away from you as he tightened his grip, causing you to both fall onto the bed giggling, maybe it wasn’t such a bad hair day afterall...
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