cassie baby bangs cassie baby bangs cassie………….
imagine cassie cutting her own bangs but she keeps fucking up so she keeps going shorter and shorter 🫠 then she finally gives up, not wanting to make it worse. she’s kind of embarrassed about how they turned out—short, choppy, and uneven. you however find it cute ૮꒰⸝⸝> ̫ <⸝⸝꒱ა <3
“baby, next time i can cut them for you if you want.”
“yeah, i, uh… really fucked up, huh?” cassie replies with a self deprecating laugh.
you reach up, gently brushing her bangs. “maybe a little. but they’re so cute.”
cassie wraps your waist, pulling you flush against her. “you’re just saying that because you’re my girlfriend and you have to be nice to me.”
“i don’t have to be nice to you,” you tease. “i’m actually the opposite of nice when you snore or do anything else to annoy me.”
“i don’t snore to annoy you,” cassie says, rolling her dreamy blue eyes. “it’s a biological thing, baby.”
“okay, dr. mckay,” you say sarcastically. you then smooth down cassie’s baby bangs. “but seriously, your bangs are cute, cass.”
“only you would think that.”
“do you care about the opinion of others?”
cassie smiles and scoffs, squeezing your hips affectionately. “no. just myself and you,” cassie murmurs, her cheeks flushing in the lightest shade of pink.
“that’s what i thought,” you say, returning cassie’s smile before pressing your lips to hers. when you pull back, your eyes are naturally drawn to cassie’s forehead. “no one else can pull off these fuckass bangs like you do, dr. mcbangs.”
cassie erupts in laughter, your remark both funny and endearing to her. “why thank you, baby.” cassie’s head dips closer to you, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “i almost like mcbangs better than mckay.”
you giggle and then give her lips a quick peck. “well, cassie mcbangs, i am so incredibly in love with you.”
smiling, cassie leans forward, her nose grazing yours. “back at you, my baby.”
