#fascinating that they knew that straightening treatments would ''fix'' my hair but did not actually know my hair was wavy

[yardsards]

when characters have poofy messy but otherwise straight hair, i like to headcanon that their hair is actually naturally wavy/curly and they just don't know how to/don't care to take proper care of it. bc irl that is often the case (speaking from personal experience)

#eliot posts #*looks back at my younger self who didn't know their hair was wavy just thought it was Bad* #i was fuckin. walking around with hair poofed up like a mix between a founding father and a startled cat #and with a halo of frizz at all times #older relatives would call it nappy or ratty and suggest i cut it off or get a relaxer treatment done on it #(sidenote a bit ago i learned that apparently ''nappy'' is usually a racialized term tho i myself am white) #fascinating that they knew that straightening treatments would ''fix'' my hair but did not actually know my hair was wavy #i wore my hair real long back then too so it was constantly tangled lol #memories of being a kid and my dad having to basically corner me to brush my hair in the morning before school #my mother would bitch about my hair being too long when i was a kid and sometimes TRICK ME into getting it cut shoulder length #but then when i was an older teen and wanted it cut real short she FORBADE ME from going any shorter than a bob??? #so i just left it super long til i moved out and then chopped it all off and sold it to a wigmaker for a $300 profit lmao #now that it's short tho the wave pattern is very minimal #part bc of the way i style it part bc it's just a 2b wave pattern so you need a bit of length before the waves start getting really defined #anyway like. looks at catra and eda. let me get u some good conditioner and a wide toothed comb bby

[fairfaxleasee]

"you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you" - reads like fenhawke but otherwise for pairing of your choice c:

For @dadrunkwriting

Hope you don’t mind I changed the quote a bit to make it fit with this story:

CW: modern AU; minor blood; injuries; do not try this at home, kids

“Fire!”  Fenris pushed himself off the ground slightly as he coughed, but not from the smoke he could see billowing around the corner of the ally.  

“Shit!” one of the three men in the ally with him dropped the lead pipe he’d been using on Fenris’ ribcage with a clatter.  The three goons shouldn’t have been a problem for Fenris, but one of them had got in a lucky punch at the beginning of the fight and he’d never managed to get back on his feet from it.  Literally.

“Fire?  Fire!”  The cries were getting more excited and even more smoke was pouring into the ally.

“Leave him, he’s not going anywhere, let the smoke finish this!”  The second man wasn’t through speaking when the three of them took off in the other direction.

The smoke would actually be merciful, Fenris didn’t want to think what Denarius would do to him if he had to explain he’d screwed up what should have been a simple job.  If he were lucky the man would just add the money Fenris had failed to collect to his ‘debt,’ but more likely he’d be put in as a ringer in a few of the blood sport matches the man liked to run to impress his friends.  He just hoped he wouldn’t be unlucky so Denarius wouldn’t decide to go looking into what had been ‘so distracting Fenris from his work’ lately.  Cassia Hawke did not need to be dragged into his mess.

He looked up again at the sound of a car entering the ally.

“Fenris!  Are you okay?  Shit!  What the fuck happened to you?”

“Cass?”  He winced as she lightly touched his side to help him up.  “Cass, get out of here, there’s a fire!”

“It’s a road flare, Fenris.  I went out on an extremely sturdy limb and assumed a bunch of reprobates who would gang up on someone in an otherwise deserted ally wouldn’t have read ‘A Scandal in Bohemia.’“

“A... what?”

“’A Scandal in Bohemia,’ it’s the Sherlock Holmes story where-”

“Cass!”

“Oh!  Right, sorry.  I’ll tell you later.”  She helped him climb into the passenger’s seat then ran around the to slid into the driver’s.

“You started a fire with a road flare,” he asked her.

“No, I just set those off for the smoke.  People see smoke and hear fire and they don’t usually investigate further.  But we’re not in a crowded theater so I should be okay for shouting it even though there wasn’t one.  Although I guess there is some combustion in the road flare, so maybe that would count?”

He closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to the cool glass of the window.  He couldn’t follow what Cass was saying.  He doubted Cass could follow what she was saying.  She was obviously distressed, and if he looked anywhere near as bad as he felt he was sure about why.  And when she was distressed she would ‘chitter’ - say whatever thought popped into her head for whoever was around to listen, especially if the person around to listen was him.  Getting glimpses of the winding pathways and Möbius strips her mind took was fascinating, and her chittering was infinitely preferable to when things would overwhelm her to the point of her shutting down entirely, but Fenris was having a hard enough time just staying awake, let alone listening to Cass think about twelve thoughts at once aloud.  He sat in silence for a few minutes until he saw them pass the clocktower of the University.  “Cass, your apartment’s the other way.”

“Yes, but the emergency room is this way.”

“No!”  He straightened in his seat and instantly regretted it.  He flinched at his pain and the worry it caused lining Cass’ face.  “No, Cass.  I can’t... Just no.”

She bit her lip and shifted her gaze between him and the road.  Finally she whispered, “Fenris, you look really bad, are you sure-”

“Yes.  It’s not worth the risk, Cass.”  No one could know just why he’d gotten so injured.  Especially the woman he knew would stop at nothing, including her own destruction, to pull him away from it.

“I... Fine.  Maker knows I’m not going to force medical treatment on someone who doesn’t want it, but I’m stopping for some first aid stuff.”  She swung the wheel and pressed the gas to swing the car around on the road to head back towards her apartment.

“Hmm.  Just don’t go and crash the car on the way there or I might actually need to re-think the emergency room.”

“So... if I crashed the car you’d go to the emergency room?”

“NO!  Cassia,” he reached over to her to rub his thumb over her cheekbone, “Do not crash the car.  Okay?”

“Okay, but if you pass out while I’m getting supplies and I can’t wake you up, I am taking you to the emergency room.”

“I suppose that’s fair.  Just promise you won’t crash the car.”

“Well, it would be a good way to cover up whatever injuries you have-”

“Cass-”

“I mean, I’d try to hit on my side more than your side-”

“CASS-”

“But if you’re looking for plausible deniability-”

“Cassia, just promise me you won’t crash the car.”

“Promise me you’ll be okay?”

He’d been hurt far worse than this on some of his ‘errands’ for Denarius.  But he suspected telling her that wouldn’t make her feel any better.  “I’ll be fine, Cass.”

She made her discontented grumble as she parked the car, then sprang out to go into the store.  He tried to stay awake and wait for her to get back.  He obviously didn’t manage to because the next thing he was aware of was a tugging on a sleeve of his shirt and Cass whispering, “Fenris, wake up!  I don’t want to take you to the ER!  Well, I do want to take you to the ER, but not because I can’t wake you up!”  The tugging was becoming more frantic and he could tell she was crying by the stress in her voice.

“It’s fine, Cass, I’m awake.”

She leaned over and pressed her forehead to his, “Is this the same thing as when I keep telling you I’m fine.”

“No.  Nothing like that.  I’m actually fine.”

She scowled at that and he grinned back at her.  She huffed a final breath through her nose before she sat back in the drivers seat and brought them back to her apartment.

Her cat greeted them with its usual objections to Fenris’ existence, “Hey!  What’s Stupid Elf doing back here?  Ooh!  Is he hurt?  Did you bring him here so I could finish him off, Cass?  Please let me finish him off Cass!”

“Evil beast,” Fenris muttered in the thing’s direction.

“Not now, Dante!” Cass scooped the thing up and deposited it in her bedroom where her mabari was locked up.  “I’m going to have to let Squall out in a bit, but let’s get you fixed up first.”  She opened the bag and pulled out a bottle of cheap vodka, some gauze, bandages, and-

“Superglue?”  He turned the tube in his hands.

She turned back towards him as she turned on her electric kettle and pulled out a bowl, “Fenris, some of those cuts are pretty deep.  I can’t do stitches, but I can use superglue.”

“You can use superglue on cuts?”

“Well, a medical professional with stitches is the preferred treatment method, but yes, you can use superglue on cuts.  Just be glad I found the vodka and didn’t have to use sugar as a disinfectant.”

“You can use sugar as a disinfectant?”

She poured the boiling water into the bowl to rinse it out, then brought it back to where Fenris was sitting and emptied the bottle of vodka into it instead.  “Again, not the preferred method...”

She dipped some of the gauze into the vodka and began cleaning his cuts.

“Fenris...”

“Don’t, Cass.”

“But-”

“I know.  Just... leave it for now.”

“I don’t like it Fenris.”

He raised the arm she wasn’t bandaging and took a lock of her wavy auburn hair to twist between his fingers, “I don’t either, Cass.  And I’m sorry.”

“Is there-”

“No.”

“Okay.”  She finished patching him up in silence.  Or at least he thought it was silence, the vodka on his cuts was beginning to make things a bit hazy.

“Fenris?”  She was leading him back to the bedroom with one of his arms slung over her shoulder.

“Hm?”

“Fenris, do you trust me to take care of myself?”

“I...”  He stopped.  He used the hand that wasn’t dangling over her shoulder to coax her chin towards him.  “What, Cass?”

She met his eyes as she spoke, “Do you trust me to take care of myself?”

Her eyes were focused on an area slightly to the right of his face, but he knew that was as close as she could keep them to his.  He considered his answer.  No, he didn’t trust Cass to take care of herself.  She’d eventually manage to scratch and claw her way to ‘fine’ no matter what happened, but she was willing to endure far too much suffering while she was doing that and before she began even trying.  He just couldn’t see what good could come from telling her that.  “Why do you ask, Cass?”

“Because... because you’re the only one I’ll ever let take care of me, so if something happens to you, I’ll be left alone with just me again.”

“Cassia,” he shifted their weight so he could wrap both arms around her.  It was a bit awkward given that he was still leaning on her for support, and he could feel from the rise and fall of her breasts against his chest that the way they were pressed together was becoming painful for her quickly, but he wanted to be holding her while he spoke.  “I promise, Cassia - I won’t leave you alone.”

He felt her fingers press into his shoulder blades as she nodded.  “Just don’t forget that, okay?”

“Never.”

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