Heyyy! I saw that you were back to writing? If so, I was wondering if I could request a headcanon.
“How would the boys react to Reader cutting their hair?”
Let’s say Reader has always had long hair (down to Reader’s lower back) and they love it, but Reader cuts it up to neck length.
Thank you, I hope you’re staying safe!✨✨
Oooooh! This is new! Is it okay if I add a lil twist to it? Just to spice things up? Well, I’m doing it anyway, and no one can stop me.
You stay safe too, Nonie, and have great day!
Let's see then...
Genre: Fluff, domestic
Word count: 1749
Leonardo
"Just stay still, petal."
"Leo, you sure about this?"
"Trust me."
A simple issue is what got you into this. As a college student you have to cut down on extra spending, so luxuries like travel and eating out every day have to go. But there was something else on that list you hadn't actually expected to see there.
Hair.
At first it didn’t seem like a problem - long hair doesn't require constant cutting, though it does take a lot of products to keep healthy and shiny. And that was an issue. Not just because it was costly but because you were trying to to be more green, and using 4 bottles of shampoo a month is not very sustainable, even if you sought out the specific brands with reusable packaging. Save the turtles and whatnot.
You had been preparing to cut it all week, mostly browsing through Pinterest, reading pros and cons to short hair, looking at hairstyles, until you found hair donation. That's what sold you on it. And now you weren’t just doing it for vanity and cost-efficiency, you were also doing it for the children!
So, here you are, sitting on a kitchen chair in your bathroom, with your turtle lover behind you. You trusted that Leo's steady hand, and his perfectionism would lead to a good result.
"Is it done yet?" your eyes were squinted shut, mouth pulled in a cringe, and your hands were clutching one another, as if bracing for impact.
"In a second."
Swish
"It's done."
Wait, what?
You reached for the mirror on the floor and turned it. A hand flew to your mouth, as your eyes landed on your reflection.
"Oh my god!"
"What? Does it look wrong? I can fix-"
"No, no, no! It looks great!" you started fiddling with your new ends, so fresh and soft. And then you saw something shiny at the edge of your peripheral. As you turned you saw that it was one of Leo's katanas.
Oh shit.
"Leo?"
"Yeah?"
"Did you just Mulan my hair?"
"Did I do what?"
Note to self: watch Milan with Leo. He may enjoy it too.
Meanwhile, Leo could not look away. The way the new haircut opened up your face, and gave you less opportunity to hide your face in it was not only a massive improvement, but also gorgeous on you. The way the sharp edge ended just above your shoulders uncovered your neck, and he was already running scenarios through his head of how he could use that.
Thank fuck for his years of training, that a smile is all you could see.
"Well, the result is worth it. So, thank youuuuu!" you jumped off the stool, throwing your arms around his neck, and his instinctively shot up to hold you steady.
"You're very welcome, petal."
In the following weeks it was virtually impossible to keep his hands off you. Because it was “so soft” or whatever. He’d find any excuse to have you near him, on his lap, even sitting next to him, so he could run his hands through your hair - much more than he had before (he said he’d been scared it’d get tangled to which you replied “Short hair tangles too, Leo.” - that didn’t seem to phase him.)
Raphael
You tried to sit perfectly still, lest the kitchen stool with the 3 folded blankets you were sitting on might topple over if you fidget too much. Why were you sitting on a kitchen stool with 3 folded blankets? So that your mountain of a man wouldn’t have to bend over you to do his task.
"So, I just cut over the hair band?"
"Yeah, babe, just cut over the hairband, and put that in the bag, I’ll handle the rest.”
Sounded pretty easy. There’s one issue though - those baby scissors you gave him could be entirely hidden in his large hand, and there was virtually no way he could fit his fingers in the finger bows. Once again, he’ll have to improvise.
Deep breath in. And out.
“Don’t move, shorty.”
“Okay.” he still could not fathom the kind of trust you had in him - was it stupidity or kindness? - he couldn’t tell if he’d earned it, but by golly, was he gonna enjoy the shit out of it.
As noiseless as ever, he pulled one of his sai out of their sheaths, held the hair above the hairband so he wouldn’t pull on your scalp, and as carefully as he could ran the blade through the locks of hair.
He honestly did feel a tiny bit of sadness as he did so - he loved to play with your hair, sometimes you would fall asleep in his arms as he did, and you genuinely looked like a dream when you finally let your hair down after a long day. But it’s what you wanted, and if it’s what you wanted he’ll help you get there.
“Done.”
“That quick?”
“Just this one time, baby.” he chuckled smugly at his own dirty joke, the bastard, he knew what you meant.
“Oh my GOD, RAPH!” you would have pushed him, had you not been in real danger of falling from this stupid baby chair.
Large hands wound around your waist, lowering you to the floor safely so you could run to the mirror.
“Wow...”
Uh oh, that don’t sound too good, he though as you played with the ends of your shortened hair. He saw you eye-measuring, ruffling, turning, shaking and had no clue if that was a good or bad indicator.
Meanwhile you were internally going ape shit.
Wtf, is this me!? I look like I’m about to run for CEO of Bad Bitch Inc.!
I’d been so long since you’d seen yourself with hair this short, you could not look away.
“Aaa!” you screeched from somewhere deep within your soul, as a clown-smile spread over your face, while you kept on ruffling and hand-combing through your new hair.
“’s it good?”
“Is it good?! It’s perfect!” you turned faster than you could think and just threw yourself at him, and he, thanks to his heightened reflexes, caught you.
Shit, you looked hot like that.
And there was still enough hair to play with anyway.
And now you were both falling asleep as he played with your hair. The softer texture of it over his rough fingers really put him at ease. And he found out during *activities* there was still enough to pull.
Donatello
“I’m here, Don.”
You’d asked Donnie to help you with your hair last night and he’s said yes, so that had you arriving at the Lair, earlier than you usually would, so you could get it done before work.
“Hey, comet, you’re early. You ready?”
A little bit nervous but “Yep.”
“Okay, go sit on the desk, I’ll be back in a second.”
On the desk? Well, yeah, he’s nearly 7′ tall, he’ll have to basically kneel to cut my hair properly.
“Here you go!” you jumped in your spot as a green arm entered your peripheral view from behind. He was handing you a can of Orange Crush with a straw in it, presumably so you wouldn’t be turning or moving your head too much.
“Thanks, Don.”
As you sat on the work bench, with your back to him, sipping your Orange Crush like a happy toddler, you felt a comb being ran through your hair, careful as always.
“So, I was thinking we’ll try a medium layered bob, and then we’ll see if you like it.”
What...
Of course he knew what he was talking about. Because of course he researched it. Because of course.
And, honestly, you weren’t half as prepared as he was.
“Sure, I trust you.” you shrugged with a smile, because it was virtually impossible he’d fuck it up. As you previously noted, he was at least 10x as prepared as you were.
After he was done brushing your hair, Donnie just stood there for a second, just looking at it. It was so pretty and shiny, and long. He was gonna miss it. But it was still your choise at the end of the day, and your decision to donate it was the kind of kind and noble act that made him fall in love with you in the first place.
Well, time to snip it off. He said a silent goodbye to your long locks as he tired it up just over your shoulders, and reminded himself that hair grows back and you could grow it out if you didn’t like it.
God, he hoped you’d like it.
He took his brand new scissors made just for the purpose and...
Snip.
Phew! Okay, no way back now!, you were pepping yourself up for seeing yourself with a different hair, and hopefully, a different attitude.
Some more snipping and brushing later, after you’d finished your drink, you just sat there hoping the nervous dangling of your legs wasn’t too much of an issue for Donnie.
“Done!” he sounded satisfied with his efforts, so if he’s happy, you’re happy, right?
A mirror was handed to you from behind, and you took in a deep breath, bracing for impact.
And oh, shit, the person staring back at you was hot!
And Donnie was having similar thoughts once he walked around the work bench. The wide smile on your face was the first thing he saw, and it seemed too genuine to be faked just for him, but once he actually looked at your hair...
Wow! He didn’t know it could look THAT good! Sure, he had researched and studied hair and hairstyles since you asked for his help, but FUCK, it was so pretty!
Or was that just you?
“Don, I love it!” you seemed completely unable to keep your hands off your hair, running your hands through, turning, shaking it out, repeat. Once you managed to look away from the mirror the bright grin you gave him nearly melted him in the spot. You reached your arms forward, and he understood the gesture to mean you wanted a hug.
And he was not gonna oppose that. His arms reached around you like they usually would, though one hand coasted over your back, up to your shoulders, fingers feeling, playing with the soft ends of your fresh locks.
“Thank you!”
“My pleasure.”
And now, on top of everything else, he was a hair expert too.
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If y’all ever feel like donating hair, here’s some organizations to consider:
Locks of Love Wigs for Kids (For the US)
Little Princess Trust Bloomsbury Hair Harvest (For the UK)
Some more info from Emerald Berlin