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Hairy Situation (Gabriel Updike X Reader)

Every relationship had its ups and downs, whether it be clashing interests, personalities, or misunderstandings a good healthy relationship between two, mature adults would prevail with the help of talking things through and communicating with each other properly. 

That's what healthy couples do.


Your method when your reserved,large,blue skinned,and incredibly hairy boyfriend pisses you off?  Well it varies. 

 On occasion you'll hide the keys and the backup keys to his vast wine cellar, or purposefully hide his favorite silk robes on especially hot days.

Today? 

You stuck a strip of wax onto the back of his neck (it was the only spot you could reach, tall bastard.) and though it wouldn't do much damage appearance wise, since his hair grew faster than a mantis shrimp punching a man's testicles, it faired well when you felt like inflicting some unexpected psychic damage.

"(Y/n) is there something on my back?" Your lovely boyfriend, Gabriel asked, walking into the lounge room you were currently hanging out in, tufts of his unusually thick white hair sticking out in all sorts of directions as he had a large hand rubbing at the nape of his neck, noticing something catching on the tips of his fingers that didn't quite feel like his usual silky hair.



You give him a shrug, "Turn around and lemme see" you command, the hulking man obeying, shuffling around to show you that yep, that Wax strip you put on the back of his neck whilst he slept in after a grueling mission earlier this morning. 

"Ah it looks like you've got a sticker stuck on you, just rip it off like a band aid." you say casually, trying to bite back laughter as you watch his blue hand grip the end of the strip and give a harsh and quick tug downwards.


An audible ripping noise, and Gabriel's rumbling grunt of surprise at the sudden pain on his nape. But before he could even ask, holding the wax strip into his line of sight, he felt an even sharper sting on his nape as your hand slapped down on the fresh area, soaked in rubbing alcohol. 

And out of his lips spewed an array of curse words you didn't even know your well spoken and usually clean lingoed boyfriend was capable of knowing.

"Now for what purpose was your little prank for, dearest?" 

Gabriel grumbles, hand rubbing at the now not-so bald spot, his hair already growing back in despite only being 30 minutes, the hulking being of hair now sitting on the large sofa as you stand before him, smugly smirking at him and arms crossed. 

"You got your hair all over my favorite lounge chair." Updike looks up at you as if you were stupid, "You realize I could've just paid to get it cleaned." 

You scoff, "And you got your butt indent in the cushion!" you add.

Gabriel rolls his dark eyes before giving you a pointed look again.

"I could've paid to get it reupholstered." He says flatly. 

Ah, maybe you were a bit stupid. 

THE END.