˚┊❛ 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓬𝓾𝓽 ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌ ↳ ༉‧. V̶i̶o̶l̶e̶t̶

You’d been begging Vi for months to grow out her hair so she could finally get that wolf cut you knew would look amazing on her. But every time, she’d brush you off with a shrug and a stubborn, “My hair looks fine as it is,” or a half-hearted, “It’ll take forever to grow out, anyway.”

So when she did start letting it grow, you were suspicious, but she’d just say her stylist was always booked, so you didn’t push it. You let yourself hope, though. Just a little.

You were curled up on the couch when you heard the front door swing open.

“I’m home!” Vi called out, her voice warm and casual as ever.

You hopped up instantly, padding to the hallway with a grin. “Hey bab—” You froze mid-word, your eyes widening as you took her in. “Oh my god, baby! You got the wolf cut!”

Vi laughed, a low chuckle rumbling in her chest as she kicked off her shoes. “Yeah, I did. You like it?” She stepped forward, slipping her arms around your waist and pulling you flush against her.

“Baby, I don’t just like it — I love it. You look so good, I swear.” You lifted your hands to run your fingers through the choppy layers, tugging them playfully and making her laugh again.

Vi rolled her eyes with a crooked smirk. “Whatever. You’re just saying that ‘cause you’re my girlfriend.”

You shook your head, brushing your thumb along her jaw as you lowered her chin so she’d meet your eyes. “No, Vi. I mean it. You look incredible. You always do, but this… it really suits. I’m serious. It looks incredible on you, Vi. Like… stupid hot. I’m never letting you say your hair ‘looks fine as it is’ ever again.”

She tilted her head, her grin softening as she pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “Guess you were right this time.”

You buried your fingers deeper into her hair, pulling her back in for another kiss. “I’m always right”