Marthe Woertman Imagines

Green Hair

I was on my way home to Marthe after a trip back home to visit my family. I couldn't wait till I could cuddle and hang out with Marthe again it has only been a week but I already miss her so much. I was in a taxi stuck in traffic so I decided to go on Instagram to pass the time when I see Marthe had posted on her story. I instantly click on it wondering what she was up to and saw hair dye. I watch my eyes widening. I quickly go to text her asking 'Marthe what are you doing?!' I knew she had thought of dying her hair recently but didn't think should would do it so soon because she had a possible job soon. Another 15 minutes pass and I'm finally home. I quickly pay the taxi driver and get into our house. When I got in i dropped my bags at the door and ran up to the bathroom I knew she was in. When I get to the bathroom the door is wide open and Marthe is in the process of dying her hair looking in the mirror not noticing me yet. When I saw her my panic that she was dying her hair disappeared for a few minutes. Just seeing her made me feel so at home, instead of lecturing her I run and hug her instead. Marthe lets out a small scream in surprise but hugs me back when she realises it's me. We hug for a solid 5 minutes then when we pull away I remember what she was doing before I got home. "Baby what are you doing to your hair?" I ask slowly. Marthe makes a cringe facial expression thinking I was about to nag at her. This has happened before back when she dyed it purple and I nagged at her because I knew back then her management scolded her for it. But I knew now that her management was getting more lenient with her. As much as she was probably not suppose to dye her hair green they would scold her for it. I sighed and asked "Did you ask your management? Or at least let them know?" I said with a sigh. She smiles at me sheepishly and says "I did tell them.." I sighed knowing she was going to get in at least a bit of trouble but let it go. "Now for the more serious question." I say putting on a serious face. Marthe gives me a questioning look not being able to think what could be worse. "Why didn't you wait for me...I wanna dye my hair green with you." I say pouting a little🥺. Marthe breathes a sigh in relief and chuckles at me. "When I'm done with mine I'll help you with yours." She says smiling at me and patting me on my head. I squint my eyes at her but then smile at her and say shyly "ok, you are forgiven." Marthe then turns back to the mirror to finish up putting the dye in her hair. She then looks at me through the mirror and smiles saying "Don't worry we will cuddle right after." I smile at her lovingly happy to finally be home.