KickThePj Imagines

5

 “Sit still, PJ!” you groan, exasperatedly.

“But, I can’t! You’re waving scissors around my hair precariously and I, for one, do not want my beautiful hair chopped off. It’s the selling factor for many of my tiny planet explorers,” PJ states, watching your hand holding neon pink scissors with distaste.

“You asked me to cut it! If you didn’t want me to cut it then why did you ask me?”

PJ runs his hand through his hair and it makes a “pfft” sound as if rolling it’s eyes at you. You give a withering, mocking smile at his hair and shake your head. PJ stifles a laugh and you turn your glare to him.

“Did you just have a conversation with my hair?” he smiles.

“Oh shut your godly face. Now, do you want me to cut it or not?”

PJ bites his lip before sitting back and placing a makeshift plastic cape around his neck to protect his clothes from pesky bits of hair.

“Cut away, woman.”

“Alright, man. Please try not to move too much.”

PJ lets out an exaggerated sigh as if you’re personally offending him. You whack his head softly with the towel you have in your other hand and he chuckles.

“Are you sure you don’t want to wash your hair first?” you ask and PJ shakes his head.

“Nope. You can go right ahead, chip away at the masterpiece.”

You huff fondly before starting on his hair. PJ’s hair is complicated and you worry about messing it up while you snip away at it. Your comb brushes through the locks of hair and you measure each cut before snipping it off. You brush it this way and that, making sure that it curved correctly. You made your way to the front of his head, brushing his extra fringe out of his face. PJ gave you a goofy smile and you smiled back at him. You cut some of his fringe but leave enough so you can comb it into a quiff if necessary. The sides of his hair are tricky and it takes you a while to get them nice and even. Well, as even as PJ’s psychotic hair could look (that stupid piece of his hair just wouldn’t stay down and you eventually gave up with it). You brush it with your fingers and stand back to look at.

“Does it look alright? You didn’t massacre it, did you?”

“Nah Peej, it looks cool,” Louis states, head peeking into the kitchen.

You nod in agreement and hand PJ a mirror which he refuses.

“I want to see the full effect in the bathroom. Bigger mirror,” he states.

He takes off the cape and shakes any extra hairs off. You follow him to the bathroom, smiling at your work.

He enters the bathroom and smiles at his reflection. PJ moves his head to the sides, getting a look at the entirety of his hair. He runs a hand through it and it flumps down like usual.

“Hey, you didn’t mess it up!”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, you butt.”

“I knew you would do great,” PJ coos at you, wrapping his arms around you and giving you a kiss on the cheek.

You feel your face heat up at his compliment. He pulls away and touches his lips in surprise.

“Whoa, my lips are burning now. You could cook some penguin on them!”

“Why do you make fun of me, you jerk?”

“Why do you still love me, you doll?”

You laugh and rest your head on his chest, hand tangling with his.

“Do you really like it?”

“Yeah! I should make you cut my hair every time!”

You shake your head, repeatedly saying no. PJ sees it as a challenge and repeatedly says yes. You start giggling between your words and PJ’s cackling between his. The two of you make your way to the living room, continuing your banter until you hear, “Shut up children, I’m trying to read!” from the other room.

You and PJ dissolve into laughter, hugging each other close on the couch.

“So, will you cut my hair next time?” PJ whispers to you, rubbing his cheek on the top of your head.

“Maybe.”

“Good.”

The two of you sit in silence before PJ breaks it once again.

“Maybe you could open a YouTube Barber Shop!”

“Oh, god.”

All credits go to pokemasterpeej on tumblr

See you next imagine my tiny planet explorers x