Chris Evans/Sebastian Stan Imagines

Doing Sebastian's Hair

A/N:
This one is a kinda terrible idea so please forgive me in advance. Thanks XD

~ TOH

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"Your hair's getting really shaggy," you comment as you absentmindedly run your fingers through it. Sebastian grunts and sits up, his bangs falling in his face.

"Yep." He replies. You laugh and put your own (H/C) hair up in a messy bun.

"I suppose this means we have to get up?" He sighs, standing and moving slowly to the bathroom. "Hey, (Y/N), can you bring me a hair tie or something?" You hear him ask from the other room.

"Only if you let me do your hair," you tease, getting up to bring him the tie. "Don't you know by now that you should always carry one with you?"

"Why do I need to know that when I have you? And sure, do my hair," Seb mumbles, yawning. You squeal and run to the bathroom while simultaneously telling him to grab the hairspray, brush, blow dryer, and curling iron. For the next hour, you and Seb laugh and tell stories while you transform his droopy locks into a FABULOUS hairdo. You don't allow him to see a mirror, so when you finally turn his chair around, he gets his first look at... "I'M FRICKIN SHERLEY TEMPLE!" He shouts and pulls on a curl. You fall to the floor, laughing so hard you can't see from crying.

"I'M GONNA GET YOU, (Y/N)!" You frantically get up and run around your apartment, narrowly evading Sebastian by utilizing socks on the wood floor. He finally catches you, and you both fall onto the couch, laughing and coughing.

"I should really do your hair more often," you grin and quickly snap a photo.

"I should really start keeping hair ties with me," Seb smiles and kisses you softly.

"Why should you when you have me?" You whisper, and kiss him back.