#i spent like an hour (elapsed) on this lmfao

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good evening, monkey wrench fandom. i have made another one of these things:

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Hairdo, Hairdon’t

*Posted 7/29/18*

Peep the punny title lmfao. Soooo... have you seen Paulo’s hair?!?! This mans was looking so cute at the World Cup and then he ruined it. LIke sweetie, I couldn’t even recognize you on Instagram. But I still love it. And him. Anyway, that turn of events has sparked this so please enjoy! Like, Reblog, Request, Message Me. Do anything please, I am feeling lonely on a Sunday (which is something that should never happen).

*Warning - Explicit Language*

“Life is too short to have boring hair.” ~ Anonymous

Rolling over in bed, you half expected your arm to land on something solid, but all you felt was a soft and fluffy blanket. You groan at the lack of contact and rub the sleep from your eyes, yawning. You open your eyes, staring at the empty space next to you. 

He wasn’t there. You brush off your boyfriend’s absence and set out to start your very productive day. Paulo was probably already up for one of his training sessions for Juventus. Crawling out from underneath your covers, you sneak a peek at the full-body mirror in front of you.

Yikes, you thought, looking at your reflection. Maybe it’s a good thing that he isn’t here. Your hair was sticking up, shooting in all different directions, and you could see bags beginning to form under your eyes. 

I guess that’s a big fat “no” to allnighter FIFA and Netflix marathons from now on.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

After cleaning up and slipping on one of Paulo’s hoodies, you head down to the kitchen. Pinned on the fridge was a handwritten note from the man himself. 

mi corazón,

i left early for training but didn’t want to wake you. you look so cute while you’re sleeping. like a little puppy. i left some pastries in the toaster oven and made a smoothie that’s in the fridge for you. but leave the ice cream for when i come back so we can finish watching Netflix.

love dybala<3

You laughed at his choice of words. A puppy? Despite seeing how horrible you looked waking up, he still loved you, and he claimed that you looked just as pretty in the morning as you did dressed up. You didn’t know whether that was a badly worded compliment or an insult.

Grabbing a plateful of pastries and the smoothie from the fridge, you settled down in front of the TV. You decided to start rewatching episodes of Glee while waiting for Paulo to come home. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Two hours in, you started fading in and out of consciousness as an aftermath of the night before. When a slamming door jolted you awake, you didn’t know how much time had elapsed or the show you were watching (or not watching). 

You were so dazed from your nap that your vision was blurred. You couldn’t see the man walking across the room from where you were slumped on the couch. But when he hopped over the couch and started hugging you, you freaked out and screamed so loud the neighbors probably heard, because you didn’t know any blond men, and sure as hell didn’t let this man into your home. 

You started to struggle and tried to squirm out of his hold, frantically looking for your phone. With a luckily timed kick in what might have been the blond’s stomach, you sprung from his grasp, attempting to reach your blur of a phone on the kitchen counter.

“Ow Y/N what are you doing?”

You faltered in your run to the phone. Oh my god, he knows my name. There’s a stalker in my house that knows my name.

Reaching the phone, you turned back in the general direction of the clearing figure of a man and declared,“I’m calling the police on you, that’s what I’m doing. You can’t just break into someone’s house and assault them.” 

“Y/N are you insane? It’s me.”

“I don’t know any me’s.” Your finger hovered over the numbers.

The man took long strides to you and placed his hand over your phone, setting it down on the counter. He leaned in close to your face, his breath fanning out over your skin. He placed his arms around you, pulling you flush against his toned body, making you blush at the close contact.

“It’s me, Paulo.”

Your eyes jerked up to his face after rubbing your eyes to clear your vision. It really was him, but it was no wonder you spazzed out, he had completely dyed his hair a platinum blonde. You felt your mouth open in awe and shock. 

“What did you do?!” You yelled, bringing your hands up to his hair, running your hands through his soft locks. “Why did you change it? And why didn’t you tell me, 'cause then I wouldn’t have had to freak out like that. Jerk, it looks like you completely bleached your hair. It makes you look totally different.”

“Well, uh, you know, life is too short to have boring hair” He mumbled. “You don’t like it?” 

You could see the disappointment filling his eyes, making you caress his face with your hands. You knew how insecure he got with his looks, him being on a team with men he thought to be much more handsome and manlier. Although he would always be the most handsome and manly to you.

“No Paulo I like it, I do. It’s just..why didn’t you give me a heads up silly. It’s just shocking is all. But it does accentuate your face and it makes you look exotic.”  You said jokingly, stirring a deep laugh from him that you can feel vibrating from his chest.

You pulled him in for a hug, determined to cheer him up. You whispered to him about the note, making him chuckle and nuzzle into your neck. Breaking from the embrace, the two of you climbed onto the couch, ice cream in tow and settled down to continue your Criminal Minds marathon. You set up the pillows and blankets before sliding your legs onto his lap. You leaned up close to him, cuddling before you issued one threat.

“Hey.”

“Hmm?”

“I swear if you ever change your hair again, you better tell me when and what you’re doing, or I guarantee it’ll be a shitstorm.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He laughed.

“And you better not grow it out, or get extensions because I will drop you if you come home looking like an Argentinean Jesus. And don’t shave your head bald because I will not date a Howie Mandel or a Vin Diesel, no matter how good you are at acting, or how much of a charmer you are. I mean it Dybala.”

“Of course hermosa.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. Satisfied with his answer and his company, the both of you turned your attention to the flatscreen TV for a very “productive” day indeed.

So that’s that! I hope you liked it! I spent my lonely Sunday writing it for you lovely people! And I was nice and made a punny title and actually use the quote in my writing for one. *Gasp* It’ll be a once in a lifetime thing because some quotes just don’t fit in with the writing, but I’ll just figure it out as it goes. So who knows, maybe we will get to see quotes once in a while. Now I gotta catch some z’s because ya girl’s working at the hospital tomorrow! Bye!! ~ Theeny