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Bad Hair Day

Danny Wagner x reader

Word count: 1k+

Warnings: none! just cute lil fluff :)

this is my first fic so honest opinions please! love you all! <3

“I can't figure out what's wrong with my hair!” you huff as you drop your brush on the vanity table and plop on the seat behind you. Danny jumps from the sound of the brush hitting the wood as he makes his way over to you.

“What do you mean, bug?”

“It’s a mess and I can't get it to look right.” you pout, slumped on the seat. Danny begins stroking your head, twisting little knots out of your hair as his fingers make their way through it. He looks down at you with his big brown eyes. His face is washed with concern and sympathy.

“What're you talking about? Your hair always looks good.”

“Don't lie to me.” you snap at him, a little more harshly than you'd intended. You cross your arms across your chest as you frown at him in the mirror.

“Bug, I’d never lie to you.” he scolds.

You sigh dramatically, trying not to show how much he's melting you with his hands in your hair. He gives you a little smirk.

“What can I do to help?” he says as he begins massaging your temples lightly. The pads of his fingers are rough from playing around on his guitar, but his touch is so light you don't mind it.

“I dunno.” you grumble, feigning indignance as you gulp down a shudder.

“Can you think of anything that might make you feel better?” He is now peppering your head with light kisses.

“This is kinda nice” you say, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips. You close your eyes and sink into the seat further.

He grins and moves slowly to your shoulders, massaging them as he watches you relax. He’s always there to wash away your frustrations with a kiss and a flick of his hands. You’ll never know how he can bring you from overly worked up to relaxing without a care in the world in a matter of minutes.

“Just relax, love. I think I have something that might help. May I?” he gestures to the brush you had dropped earlier and looks at you tentatively in the mirror. You nod and hand it to him. He wraps his hand around yours and squeezes it before you let go of the brush. He begins to gently brush through your hair, careful to work through the knots in the ends without pulling too hard. “Let me know if I’m hurting you at all, okay?” You nod again and give him a smile that you hope says “I’m sorry”. He smiles back at you and continues to work through your waves.

Once he's satisfied with how smoothly the brush moves through your hair, he sets it down and begins parting it down the middle. He allows one side to fall over your shoulder as he sections the other into three parts. He starts at the top of your head and begins twisting your hair into a loose french braid. He ties it off with a black hair tie from his wrist. He always keeps them on him in case you need one. He then places the braid against your back gently as he sections the other side of your head. He braids the other side and ties it off with another hair tie from his wrist.

Once he’s finished, he twists your chair around and pulls both braids in front of your shoulders. Before he lets them go, he uses them to pull you into a gentle kiss. His lips are soft and coat you in love as he just barely presses them into yours. He pulls away and leans back to examine you. He feigns concentration as he situates your fly-aways and frames your face with his hands like he's taking a picture. You giggle a little but his expression doesn’t break until he's sure he’s lifted your mood a little. When he’s happy with his little project, he spins you around, using his hand to direct your chin so you're eye-level with yourself in the mirror. A grin spreads across his face, revealing his adorable white, toothy smile.

“Look at my pretty girl. You're perfect.” He sounds almost breathless as you both stare at the mess he has now tamed. You're shocked at how well he did, having thought the braids might come out all bumpy and loose.

“Daniel, you've outdone yourself!” you gasp dramatically holding back a giggle.

“Why thank you, my lady. Only the prettiest braids for my princess.” He closes the sentence with a wink that causes butterflies to erupt in your stomach. You stare at each other in the mirror for a moment before he’s spinning you around to face him again. He gets down on his knees so he can look you in the eyes as he talks to you.

“Do you feel better, bug?” He places his hands on the tops of your thighs and gives them a light squeeze.

“Much better. Thank you…I'm sorry I was snippy earlier.”

“Don't apologize, bug, I understand. I'm always happy to help.” He smiles at you gently and begins rubbing over the top of one of your thighs with his thumb. Your heart swells with love for him. He is so kind to you. How will you ever show him just how much you love him? While it will never be enough, you decide a hug might suffice for now. You wrap your arms around him with tears welling in your eyes.

“I love you, Daniel Wagner. Thank you.”

You feel him melt into you as your bodies tangle into each other.

“I love you, y/n. Now how about we finish getting you ready and grab something to eat. Your pick?”

A tear rolls down your cheek and you wish you could freeze this moment forever. He is so warm and all encompassing. You never want to leave his arms as long as there is breath in your lungs.

“That sounds perfect.”

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