𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 | michael jackson imagines

do-it-yourself bangs

[ fluff ]

"Okay Y/N, you got this. Just a trim and it'll all be good."

You stood in front of the bathroom mirror and visioned yourself with the hairstyle you wanted to do.

You and Michael, together with your two daughters, Avery and Zoey, were preparing to attend the wedding of one of your cousins today. You've already accomplished your makeup, but you've sought to make a few hairstyle changes, like cutting your own bangs.

You were worried about the result, but you were motivated to go through it. Furthermore, it was too late to go to the salon (and often they couldn't get your desired haircut right).

"Y/N? You almost ready?" you hear Michael's muffled voice from outside the bathroom. "We're leaving in an hour and you still need to get dressed."

"Relax, Mike. There's still time and I'm in the process of fixing my hair."

"Alright, if you say so Y/N."

You nodded to yourself as you breathed through your nose. You started parting a little section of your hair on the crown from both sides of your head. You pinned your hair in place and reached for the scissors on the counter. The blades of the scissors were situated next to the gathered hair after your index and thumb went through the holes in the scissors.

You silently prayed up above that the bangs would turn out the way you expected them to be. You averted your focus to your reflection and started to trim your hair into bangs.

Snip.

Snip.

Snip.

As you proceeded to cut your hair in a single direction, you made sure your hands were stable. It appeared to you that you were doing a fantastic job on the endeavor, which made you inwardly jump with glee. Before you finished trimming your hair, you grinned contentedly.

However, that smile faded once you removed the hands that held onto the hair you had trimmed off away from your face and finally got a full look at how your bangs turned out.

"Oh, fuck."

What you expected to be the "perfectly-cut bangs by myself" appeared to be a few inches shorter than what you awaited. You groaned in frustration — choppy bangs were definitely not what you anticipated, and the worst part was you had a wedding to attend to in an hour.

A knock on the door erupted, interrupting you from thinking about solutions that could potentially help fix your hair at some point.