i can just dye it ba

anonymous asked:

Could you do a Michael imagine where he is dying his hair and you decide to die a streak of your hair to match? Thank you xox

Thank you so much for your request, I hope you like it!

“(Y/N), can you bring me my towel?” Michael yelled from the bathroom.

“Sure Mikey.” You responded as you reached for the towel that he had left hanging on the back of the chair. Michael was dying his hair yet again, this time a fluorescent red. You walked into the bathroom to find Michael leaning over the sink with wet hair.

“What are you going to do for the towel?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow at him. He chuckled as he reached an arm out and grabbed the towel from your hands.  He wrapped it around his soaked hair and walked towards the door.

“I’m going to grab my phone, I left it upstairs.” He walked past you and gave you a quick peck on the cheek. You walked to the counter to clean up the mess and you noticed that there was still some dye left in the bottle. You always wanted to color your hair but you chickened out every time. You looked in the mirror and pulled on a strand of hair thinking of how cool it would be to have a strand of hair the same color as Michael’s. You decided to go for it, rubbed the dye on the strand of hair, and pinned it up. Michael came downstairs and your heard him in the kitchen, shuffling through the fridge looking for the leftover pizza.

“Babe where’s the pizza?” He yelled. You made your way to the kitchen to help your boyfriend. You walked over to the fridge, moved a few things around and pulled out the cold pizza.

“Thanks ba-“Michael stopped short. “What’s this?” He asked, touching the piece of wrapped up red hair.  

“Oh, ummm…there was a little dye left in the bottle and I just thought it would be cute to match, I know it’s stupid, I can fix it.” You reached up to unwrap the strand of hair.

“No, no baby it’s cute, I like that you wanted to match.” Michael wrapped his arms around you pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours.

“So are you going to do this every time I change my hair?” He asked hopefully.

“I don’t know Mikey, I don’t think some colors will look as good on me.” You said jokingly.

“Everything looks good on you (Y/N).”Michael replied. “I think it’s been long enough, let’s go rinse your hair.” He grabbed yours hands and you both headed to the bathroom.