their reaction to you cutting your hair: yankees edition
a/n: this was a request! i hope you enjoy!!! thank you for reading, i love youuu!! also i think this is my first spencer appearance!!!
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Max Fried:
Max would notice immediately, but he would not react in a huge way right away.
He'd look at you for a second longer than usual, quietly taking in the change before stepping a little closer. Not loud, not dramatic just observant in that very Max way.
"You cut it."
If it was a really dramatic change, he'd probably study your face more than the haircut itself, because that's what would get him most how much more visible you are now.
And if you asked if he liked it, he'd probably make you wait a second just to annoy you.
"Yeah."
A pause.
"You look really pretty."
And because he's Max, that would be the part that actually gets you the fact that he says it so plainly, like it's obvious, while still looking at you like he's more affected than he wants to admit.
He'd probably touch a piece of it once, almost absentmindedly.
"It looks good on you. Really good."
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Ben Rice:
Ben would have one of the most immediately readable reactions.
He'd look up, blink, and his whole face would soften right away.
"Oh, wow."
Not bad wow. Very much good wow.
He'd smile almost instantly and walk closer without even thinking about it.
"You really cut it."
Ben feels like the type to ask before touching it, because he'd want to but he'd still be sweet about it.
"Can I?"
And once his hand is in it, he's done for. Smiling, staring, clearly trying to process how different you look.
"No, you look so pretty."
"Like…really pretty."
If you seemed even a little nervous, he'd reassure you immediately.
"I'm serious. It looks so good."
Then, because he's Ben, he'd immediately care more about whether you feel good in it.
"Do you like it?"
And if you said maybe, he'd just smile and shake his head.
"Well, I love it."
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Jazz Chisholm Jr.:
Jazz would notice, obviously, but not in the way where he's standing there analyzing layers or acting like he suddenly became a hairstylist.
He'd look at you, clock that something changed, and just shrug a little like,
"Oh, you cut it."
If you asked, "Do you like it?" he'd probably look at you like that's a silly question.
"Yeah, you still fine."
Then with a grin, "You think I was about to say no?"
Jazz feels like the type who cares way more about your energy than the hair itself. If you walked in feeling yourself, that's what he'd react to. Not the inches gone.
And if you kept fishing for a bigger reaction, he'd probably laugh and say,
"Baby, it's hair. You still look good."
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Giancarlo Stanton:
Giancarlo would not react loudly, but he'd react.
You'd walk in, he'd look up, and there'd be that pause that extra second where he says nothing because he's taking in the whole picture.
Then he'd stand up.
That's how you'd know it got him.
He'd come closer, touch the ends or the back of your neck, and if it exposed more skin your neck, your shoulders, your collarbone he'd absolutely notice that too.
"That's different."
Which might make you nervous for half a second until he looked at you again and added, lower,
"Looks good on you."
"Real good."
Giancarlo feels like the type to be more affected by the confidence of it than the haircut alone. Like the second you walk in carrying yourself differently, he notices.
"You look sexy."
Very calm. Very direct.
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Anthony Volpe:
Anthony would notice and think you looked good, but he would not be passionately invested in the haircut itself.
"Oh, you cut it."
If you asked, "Do you like it?" he'd say yes right away, but not in a way that sounds like he has strong opinions about the hair specifically.
"Yeah, of course."
"You look pretty."
Anthony feels like the type who would care more about whether you like it than about the haircut itself. So his follow up would probably be: "Do you like it?"
And if you said yes, that would pretty much settle it for him.
He's not the guy who's gonna be obsessed with the chop. He's the guy who's gonna think you're pretty regardless and then move on.
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Jasson Domínguez:
Jasson would be quieter about it at first.
He'd look at you, take a second to figure out what changed, and then that little smile would show up.
"Oh. You cut your hair."
He feels like the type who doesn't always react loudly when he really likes something. Instead, he'd get more focused. More attentive. He'd step closer, touch the ends, glance at your face again, then smile like he already knows you know it looks good.
If you asked, "What?" he'd probably say something annoying and flattering at the same time like,
"You know it looks good."
And if you tried to act unsure, I think he'd get more direct.
"No. It does."
"You look really pretty."
Jasson feels like he'd adjust fast and then act like this version of you makes too much sense for him to even miss the old one.
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Aaron Judge:
Aaron would notice, but he would not make a huge deal out of it.
You'd walk in, he'd take a look, and he'd just go,
"You cut your hair."
Very matter-of-fact.
If you asked whether he liked it, he'd answer honestly, but calmly.
"Yeah. It looks nice."
He's not the type to act like a haircut changed the earth's rotation. Aaron feels more like the type who loves you consistently, so whether your hair is long, short, curled, straight, whatever, his reaction would mostly be "you're still you, and you still look good to me".
If you kept pressing him for more, he'd probably smile a little and say.
"You want a bigger reaction than you're gonna get."
Then kiss your forehead, "You look beautiful. I'm just not dramatic."
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Cody Bellinger:
Cody would make it feel easy.
He'd look up, grin, and go, "Oh, wow."
And you'd know right away it was a good wow.
Cody feels like the type to get up, touch it, smile again, and say exactly what he means without making it weird.
"I like it."
If it was really dramatic, he might laugh a little just because he's surprised by how different it is.
"You look like a whole different person."
Then, because he'd know how that sounded.
"In a good way."
He'd definitely be one of the more casually reassuring ones.
"You look really pretty."
He'd make it feel safe to have done something bold.
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Carlos Rodón:
Carlos would notice, but I don't think he'd care in some huge way.
He'd probably glance at you and go,
"Oh, you cut your hair."
And that would be it at first.
If you asked whether he liked it, he'd be honest, but casual.
"Yeah, it looks good."
Carlos feels more like the type who might joke about how much you cut off or how different it is, but not because he's deeply attached to your hair more because he likes reacting to things.
So if you were expecting him to be all emotional over it, he probably wouldn't be.
He'd just look at you, shrug a little, and say,
"Baby, you always look good. I'm not doing a whole reveal over a haircut."
Then probably kiss you and keep it moving.
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Oswaldo Cabrera:
Oswaldo would react with his whole heart.
You'd walk in and he'd light up immediately.
"Ohhh!"
"You look so pretty!"
Big smile, big energy, immediate hype.
Oswaldo feels like the type who would absolutely want to see it from every angle, would definitely touch it gently, and would gas you up so hard that any nerves you had would disappear within thirty seconds.
If you did something dramatic, he'd love that you did something bold.
"No, I love this."
"You look beautiful."
"So, so pretty."
He'd make you feel like getting the haircut was the best idea you've ever had, and he'd be so sincere about it that you couldn't even roll your eyes properly.
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Amed Rosario:
Amed would be more subtle at first, but not hard to read if you know him.
He'd look at you, pause, and give that small nod like he's taken in the change and made a decision.
"Okay."
Which, from him, would already mean something.
Amed feels like the type to not gush immediately, but to show how much he likes it by staying focused on you a little too long, touching it once, and then saying something simple that lands because he doesn't waste words.
"It looks good."
If you asked him to elaborate, he'd probably give you a look like you were asking for too much and then still do it.
"It really does."
A beat.
"You look good, mami."
That would be more his speed lowkey, confident, direct.
And what would feel most like him is that he'd get more visibly into it later than in the first second. Once the surprise wore off, he'd keep noticing it. Keep touching it. Keep looking at your face a little longer.
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Ryan McMahon:
Ryan would react with dry honesty.
You'd walk in, he'd look up, and after a beat he'd say,
"That's definitely different."
And because Ryan feels like the type to not sugarcoat the surprise factor, you'd probably have to wait a second before he clarified.
Then he'd look at you again and go,
"Looks good, though."
Very straightforward. Very normal about being surprised by a big change.
Ryan feels like the type who wouldn't oversell it, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't mean it. If he kept glancing at you after, or touched the ends while you were talking, that would tell you more than a huge speech would.
And if you teased him for not being dramatic enough, I think he'd just look at you and say,
"What, you want me to lie? You look really good."
Plain, but real.
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Trent Grisham:
Trent would care the least in the most Trent way possible.
He'd look at you, notice it, and go,
"You cut it."
That's it.
If you asked, "Do you like it?" he'd probably give you a look and say,
"I did not have prior attachment to the old one, so yes."
Which is such an annoying answer that you'd have to laugh.
Trent feels like the type who would genuinely not care much about the haircut itself because, to him, it's still your hair and you still look like you. He's not gonna act like it's life-changing.
If you kept pushing for more, he'd probably sigh and give you a real answer just to get you to stop.
"Yes, it looks good."
Then after a beat:
"You look good. The hair is fine."
Which is honestly the most Trent version possible.
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Cam Schlittler:
Cam would be one of the sweetest.
You'd walk in and he'd just stop for a second, smile slowly, and go,
"Whoa."
Not performative. Not dramatic. Just genuinely surprised.
Cam feels like the type to react very sincerely. So if you asked whether he liked it, he wouldn't make you work for the answer.
"Yeah."
"You look really good."
And if you seemed even a little unsure, he'd get even more earnest.
"No, seriously."
"You look really pretty."
"It really looks good on you."
He'd probably ask if you were nervous before you did it, if you liked it, if it felt weird getting used to it because he feels like someone who'd be tuned into whether you were okay, not just whether the haircut was pretty.
And once he got used to it, I think he'd quietly get very into it.
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José Caballero:
José would make it into a full reveal.
You'd walk in and he'd react like he just witnessed a before-and-after transformation in real time.
"Oh my God."
"Wait, wait, wait."
He'd absolutely be loud, dramatic, delighted, probably moving closer immediately to inspect it like this is breaking news.
José feels like the type who'd make you spin, ask why you suddenly look like a totally different person, and hype you up at a volume that makes the whole room aware you got a haircut.
But underneath the performance, he'd genuinely love it.
"No, this is good."
"This is really good."
"You look gorgeous."
And if you laughed at him, he'd just double down.
"What? You do."
"You look sexy too, don't play with me."
He'd make it impossible for you to feel insecure about it for even a second.
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Spencer Jones:
Spencer would have a really sincere reaction.
You'd walk in, he'd look up, and he'd pause for just a second too long not because anything is wrong, but because he's genuinely thrown off by how different you look.
Then he'd smile.
"Whoa."
That would probably come out before anything else.
Spencer feels like the type to be a little stunned at first and then very straightforward once you asked what he thought. Not overly slick, not too dramatic, not trying to tease you just for the sake of it.
"You really changed it."
He'd probably step closer, look at it properly, maybe brush a piece back or touch the ends carefully, still taking it in.
And if you asked whether he liked it, I don't think he'd hesitate long.
"Yeah."
"You look really good."
If you were nervous, he'd pick up on that fast and get even softer about it.
"No, seriously."
"You look amazing."
"Really pretty."
He'd be more quietly affected than loud about it, but you'd absolutely be able to tell he was very into it.
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requesting a elijah hewson x reader fic, pretty angsty but ending with fluff, like hurt/comfort type please!
an idea for the plot is maybe eli isn't really the best at communicating his feelings and it leads to some issues between them, but it all gets resolved (but u can also take creative liberties with this idea! tysm for all, fanfic writers r truely the backbone of tumblr!)
hi, anon! you ask and u shall receive! i'm sorry i took so long to create this, but here you go. i love this request, and ill try my best! i love writing fics for elijah so ill be happy to <3 angst with fluff at the end is what i live forrrr 🫰enjoy! (i also wrote this at twelve in the morning so let's put my brain to test)
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𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 - 𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗃𝖺𝗁 𝗁𝖾𝗐𝗌𝗈𝗇
elijah hewson x reader
summary: based off of request above!
word count: 2,124
cw: mentions of heavy drinking, angst with fluffy ending ⋆˚࿔
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it was raining in ireland. it rained every day this week. you were wrapped up in elijah's warm hoodie, one that smelled like him. you looked out the window, leaning your head on the glass as you watched the rain pour down, the world as gloomy as you felt inside.
eli was never home anymore. the recording of the new album consumed almost all of his free time with you. he would call every day saying he was gonna stay late, and that it meant alot of he could put in one more rehearsal or one more song.
each time you complained, he just said all of the other lads girls don't have a problem with it. you would say okay and accept that he just wasn't coming home till late. you would wake up sometimes at midnight, only to see him slipping into the warm sheets next to you.
your heart immediately softened, knowing he was near.
it was getting dark. eli hadn't called at all today. no texts about staying late. no asking how your day at the office was. nothing.
your mind spiraled. why hadn’t he called? did he just...forget?
you ate dinner alone. you watched the new episode of both of your favorite show alone. his spot on the couch was empty. again.
at one, the door creaked open, and your head whipped around to face the door of your flat.
he slipped off his shoes and removed his jacket. eli ran a hand through his hair, almost stumbling over his feet, and he grabbed the coat rack for support.
you gasped in confusion. was he...drunk?
"eli?" you whispered softly.
his head darted up, his eyes squinting at you sitting on the couch. "love? is that you? why are you still awake?" he slurred his words, slowly walking towards your spot on the couch. your eyes dragged up his body, exhausted and sloppy.
"eli, are you drunk?" you asked, grabbing his wrists.
"no." he responded too quickly, reaching his hand up to run his thumb along your soft cheek.
you gently moved your face to the side, away from his hand. "we need to talk." you sighed.
his eyebrows furrowed. "about what?"
you glared at him, not being able to believe this.
"sit down." you pointed at the couch while standing up.
he sat down, and you crossed your arms over your chest.
"eli, do you understand how im feeling lately?" you blurted.
he froze, staying silent for a bit. "...how are you feeling?" he asked cautiously.
he was too drunk right now. it pissed you off.
"listen to me. im always alone now. you're never home, telling me you're in the studio- but now you reek of cigarettes and alcohol," you paused to take a deep breath so you wouldn't cry.
"what's happening to us?" you sighed, a tear rolling down your cheek.
"i was at the studio. we finished not too long ago. our producer suggested a pint, so i went." eli explained.
you gulped. "i miss you."
his expression softened. "me too, baby.." he slurred.
"God, eli." you shook your head, hugging his sweater tighter around your body.
"what? i don't know what you want me to say." he shrugged.
you froze. "are you serious?"
was he saying all this just so you wouldn't be mad at him again? was his heart even in this relationship?
his expression dropped. "come on baby, i didn't mean it like that."
"do you even want this? i wait at the door for you every night with a dinner plate just to get a call that you'll be staying overtime. well you can tell your producer that you have a life outside of music." you snapped.
eli's lips parted, surprised at your sudden reaction.
"all of the other lads girls don't seem to mind-" he started.
"do not say that, eli." you cut in.
"im not the 'other lads girls'. im yours. and i want this with you. im trying." you sniffled your tears.
it was silent for a long while, you just closing your eyes trying to compose yourself while he sat there on the couch without a care in the world.
"do i matter to you?" you asked suddenly.
he avoided your gaze. "you know you matter to me."
you scoffed. "wow, eli. i can't talk to you when your drunk." you stormed off, slamming the bathroom door behind you.
he sunk back against the couch, confused and surprised at your reaction. he didn’t think he did anything wrong.
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you got up early for work, yawning as you remembered you didn't get much sleep. not after what happened with eli.
you sighed, realizing he wasn't in bed next to you. after you got dressed, you popped an apple into your purse and grabbed your shoes.
when you looked up, eli was sleeping peacefully on the couch. you frowned, trying to find a way to forgive him. any way. nothing came to mind.
it hurt you, but that small voice inside you that offered hope reminded you that he was drunk, and there was still a way he could make it up to you.
you adjusted your purse on your shoulder, and headed out the door, leaving eli to himself.
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when you arrived home that night from work, you were already stressed about how many people asked you for an extension on a certain report. your head was pounding, and all you needed was to collapse in bed. when you opened the door to your flat, eli wasn't there. as normal.
no matter how usual it was not to see his face, you couldn't help but wait up for him almost every night. and work was your main source of stress, so staying up past midnight for him was a sacrifice.
you started to cook dinner, rolling up the sleeves of your fitted white button up. when you were chopping the tomatoes for the salad, you heard the sound of keys. you must have been hallucinating. eli walked through the door, his eyes never leaving yours as he hung up his coat and untied his shoelaces. you looked at him for the tiniest second before returning to your cutting board.
he walked over to you behind the counter, trying to ignore him despite how happy you internally were to see him home.
"how was work?" he asked, standing behind you.
he didn't advance to put his hands on your waist. it was like a glass wall was seperating the two of you, and you were back at square one when you first met him.
you didn't turn to look at him, just kept cutting the tomato in front of you.
"fine." you mumbled.
you grabbed another tomato, ready to cut into it when he grabbed your wrist forcefully. you finally forced your eyes to look up at him, confused.
"are we good?" eli whispered softly.
you stared at him blankly for a moment. were you good?
"i don't know, eli. it doesn't feel like we're good." you sighed, the tears ready to pour.
he gently reached for the hand that was resting on your hip, rubbing his thumb across the soft skin of the back of your hand. "then just talk to me."
you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. "i tried to tell you-"
"im ready to listen." he responded softly.
he wasn't here to fight. he was here to understand.
"im angry at you, eli." you started, inhaling sharply.
he stared, just listening and letting you spill right in front of him.
"im really angry that you're never home. that I make you a plate 'just in case' you didn't already eat with the lads. im angry that you barely give me an explanation where you are every night,"
he sighed deeply, his hand not letting go of yours. a single tear ran down your cheek at the thought of the next words coming out.
"and im sad. im sad that I can never travel on tour with you because I'm always stuck at the office. im sad that we are in a relationship but we are never actually together," you sniffled.
his thumb just kept drawing circles on the back of your hand. he didn't want to wipe your tear just yet, knowing that you might pull away from the contact.
"and I try. I try to be there for you- to cancel things just to be at a gig. but when I come home every night, I want to open the door and see your face. its all I want." you sighed.
"and after all that, yes, I'm angry. yes, I'm sad. but with all that, the one that hurts the most is that I'm exhausted from being so far away from you. I love you, and when I told you I miss you I meant it."
you sniffled, and he took in all the words you just said.
"I am so sorry." he said, shaking his head.
"I knew you always weren't happy about our distance but I didn't think it impacted you that much." eli admitted.
"I love you too. and I will make time for this. for us. i promise."
"just, tell me something, will you?" you asked, rubbing your palm across your cheek to collect your falling tears.
he hummed in response, tilting his head to get a better look at you in the dim lighting of the kitchen.
"why do you not tell me where you are? like- I understand that you go out for drinks sometimes, but other than that I barely know how your day went. I just want you to open up to me."
he ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't think you were interested."
"of course I'm interested, eli." you shook your head in disbelief.
"yeah?" a hint of hope in his eyes.
"yeah." you reassured him and pulled him in for a tight hug.
"tell me what you've been working on. show me what you've been up to." you invited.
"you wanna hear a new one?" eli asked.
"mhm." you put your hands around his neck.
it was foreign territory for you two, being so seperated in the past months. but you both had a silent revelation, one that said a kiss was the solution.
you closed the distance, smiling into the kiss. you couldn't remember the last time he kissed you like this. so softly, so gently, only between the two of you.
he placed his hands on the back of your thighs, swinging you up to rest around his waist. you shrieked as he carried you down the hallway and into you and his' bedroom.
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you changed into your pajamas as he followed suit, and then you took out your tight bun.
he looked over at you while taking off one of his rings, and he smiled.
"you're so beautiful. i cant remember the last time I saw you with your hair out."
his words made your heart flutter.
"c'mere." you invited with a smile, patting his side of the bed.
he walked over to you, giving you a kiss on the forehead. then, he grabbed the guitar sat at his side of the bed.
he sunk back against the headboard, strumming the strings of the guitar as light as a feather.
your head was laying on his shoulder, listening to the soft melody he fiddled with.
"that sounds nice." you praised.
"yeah?" he chuckled, and the sound vibrated against your cheek.
"mhm. do you have any lyrics for it?" you asked cutely.
"not yet, baby. I like to work on the melody first. then I'll see what I can do." he put one arm around your head, stroking your hair as gently as he could.
you soon fell asleep in his arms, the soft sound of the guitar rocking you to sleep.
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when you woke in the morning, you didn't feel alone. you didn't feel the distance and the emptiness of the man you loved. why? because he was right there.
your head was laying on his chest as you felt him breathe beneath you, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm. he was so soft in the morning, and you cuddled closer to him.
and then the realization hit you. he wasn't at work. it was late morning now.
"eli? don't you have to go to the studio?" you asked, voice rough from sleep.
he yawned loudly, digging in the palm of his hand to rub his tired eyes.
"uh...not today." he sighed sleepily.
you smiled against his chest. you couldn't remember the last time he stayed home for you.
but it was gonna be different from now on. he promised.
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