Gavi Haircut Novels & Stories

"What’s that, your last drink before treatment?" He smirks, raises it a little, then downs half. "Might as well go out with taste." Jake mutters something under his breath, shaking his head, still tapping at the phone. I lean back, watching all three of them, then Ted finally looks up from his phone, smirking. "You know Gavin actually thinks they’re gonna cut him open for this treatment. He's been panicking like hell." I laugh, reach over, tap Gavin’s shoulder. "Don’t be afraid. They’re just gonna shave your head."

His new look was a disguise to prevent people from connecting him to the long-haired goth man from the sexy video. Speaking of his hair, he had much less of it and could no longer hide his face behind it. He had what Cassandra called a sensible cut. It was very short on the sides, with a few waves allowed on top. She couldn't keep her fingers out of it, and he found he didn't mind that at all.

GIA DAPHNE is friendly and we seem to hit it off well. She gave me side swept bangs and layered my hair so that it would be easier for me to blow dry it. I have to admit, I feel lighter with the hairstyle she did. She also suggested that if I was in a hurry, I can always dry it and put it in a messy bun. With my side swept bangs, it would look more sophisticated without trying.

"Challenging as in hard, or challenging as in she's completely insane?" "Both." Tara laughed, and I found myself relaxing for the first time all day. This was nice. Normal conversation about normal problems. No tiptoeing, no acting like I was going to break any second now. "Avery?" I looked up to see Gabe approaching our table, soccer cleats hanging around his neck and grass stains on his practice shirt. His dark hair was damp with sweat, but somehow he still managed to look incredibly attractive. "Hey," I said, trying to ignore the way my pulse quickened slightly.

“Now, let’s get on with this. If I’m going to endure this sham of a wedding, I’ll do it on my terms.” The hairstylist completed her work in under 40 minutes, transforming my usual straight black hair into a cascade of voluminous curls. Each curl was perfectly defined, framing my face beautifully before flowing effortlessly down my back, just above my waist. The result was stunning, even by my own high standards.

I warned, holding his blue gaze as I sipped. The wind ruffled his hair- not mine. I had been sensible enough to gel it down. I was a fucking Mafia Lord. If my hair got all over the place and covered my face or worse, got stuck in a shitty place, I was dead meat. Hence why I always had it gelled. I hadn't thought it was much of a problem anyways until I met Raven. The woman makes it a point to ask me not to gel my hair and while it was most annoying because she had no fucking right, sometimes it was just plain adorable and I'd give in just to see those green eyes light up with glee.

JOSH POV I check my appearance in the hotel’s floor length mirror one last time. I just had a haircut in preparation for tonight’s date… hopeful date, anyway. I have it styled short on the sides and back with a little longer on top. Several of the guys on the team say it is a soft, modified version of a high and tight and I can’t disagree. I don’t like my hair long. Never have. It makes my helmet sit weird if it’s too long. That’s a distraction on the field that I don’t need. So, I’ve set a haircut schedule to every three weeks and that seems to be the perfect interval to keep it manageable.

I replied. They both looked at each other like this was an amusing game. I can already tell that even though they seem like mean fighting machines they are nothing but jokesters underneath it all. "I was going to cut my hair today, that's what we usually do so that people can tell us apart but, we have crazed elders on the loose so that got put on hold." One replied. A haircut? I could do that. I mean how hard could it be? "How do you usually cut it?" I asked. "I usually buzz cut the sides but leave the top a little longer to style it." He replied. Now that I look I can see that his hair is shorter than his brothers. "Okay, let's do it then." I replied smiling. His smile dropped from his fac

Gav grabbed a loofah, doused some shampoo in his hand, and began lathering my hair. We spent a great deal of time in the shower. Mostly because Gav had gotten distracted while scrubbing my tits and we ended up fucking like horny rabbits before having an actual bath. I got dressed in one of his shirts and he gave me a tour of the penthouse. It was so lovely. He had the entire floor as his and had converted them into one huge apartment. There was a study and he had an entrance that led to the roof, where he could park his private jet.

Giovanni took a trimmer and switched it on but to his surprise, it suddenly started vibrating wildly which caused him to get startled and raised his hand up in the air then misfortune hit the trimmer went up in the air and fell on top of his head trimming down his hair completely in the middle creating a bald space right in the middle of his head, it looked like a road going through a jungle. Giovanni froze right on the spot as he saw himself in the mirror and his bald space right in the middle separating his remaining hair, he started to turn red due to anger Giovanni "MOTHER FUCKERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR" What he didn't know was this all was done by a Gengar who was laughing his ass o