Brazilian Portuguese — “The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.”
I loved Tyler, that was all, I love his cute smile, I love the way he would pick me up just because he could. I loved the way he looked peacefully asleep on the couch after a long day of work.
I loved Tyler, most of all though I loved his hair, when it was longer, and he kept slightly longer. I loved having him Kay he head on my lap, and I would comb my hands through his hair as the tv played, or we watch the rest of Teamiplier fool around.
Tyler went to go get a hair cut today though, something that was normal, usually to just get it trimmed up. I always like the way the curls fell my his ears. I was washing the dished when he came home.
"Hey hon" he said wrapping his arms around my waist.
I smiled and turned around my smile dropping a but as I saw his hair. It was short, a lot shorter then usual, it had been awhile since he had got it cut this short. His own smiled dropped.
"You don't like it do you?" He asked seeming almost sad that I didn't like his hair cut.
I frowned, them smiled running my hands over his short hair, my fingers not able to brush through it anymore.
"Do you like it?" I asked.
Tyler nodded.
"Than I love it" I smiled pulling him in for a short kiss.
"You can hate it if you want, I know you like my hair longer" Tyler said with a small smile.
"I love everything about you, even when your old and balding I'll love you" I said.
"Who says I'm going to bald?" Tyler said.
"Calm down its not happening yet" I teased.
"I love you do, and even if you bald I love you" he teased me.
"Go to work" I pushed him away from me playfully and went back to washing dishes.
I love Tyler, everything about him. And a haircut could never change that.
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Tyler Imagines
Fanfiction×Y/n x Tyler× ×Nonspecific pronouns× ×request are always accepted as long as there's a check somewhere in the description× ✓
