Omaha Imagines [completed]

//Nate Maloley//

Ponytails.

"Y/N, where are the ponytails", you laughed at what Nate called it, but honestly you didn't even know what to call it either. "Well, Nate there happens to be no more bobby pins because you randomly grab them from my coffee desk and put them somewhere, so I may or may not have used all four of the ponytails in my bun", he looked at you then wrapped his arms around your waist. You knew this is how he whined, without actually making any noise.

"Nate, stop whining, besides I like your hair down, because I get to run my hands through it", he smiled as you pulled away running your free hand through his hair. "Fine, I'll let you off today", you scoffed as he chuckled.

"Are you sure there's no more?".

"Nate, man buns are stupid!", you yelled from your shared room. "No, they're not".

"Nathan Montgomery Maloley", he silenced knowing you just pulled the full name card. "I win".

"Yeah and so do I at the end of the night, y/n".

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Um, this was plain and boring, but I had no ideas so....there you go.