Wash Day

Steve Roger’s x Poc reader

You screamed in frustration, struggling to pull your wet brush through the curls at the crown of your head. The water from the shower head rushed over your shoulders almost in consolation. You thought your hair could wait a few extra days - the past week at work was hellish, leaving no time for a good hair wash.

Apparently you thought wrong as you approached two hours of detangling in the shower. You wanted to cry and thoughts of shaving your head entered your mind when you heard a knock at the door.

“You alright baby? I heard you scream.” Steve’s voice reached your ears. You sighed, “I’m alright. Just frustrated.” A silence fell.

“Mind if I come in?”

Steve was the sweetest and he’d do anything for you, you knew this. But was he prepared for the mess that was your hair? You tried once more to get the detangler through your roots. The brush was stuck. Your answer was clear.

“Please come help me,” your words of defeat welcomed Steve into your tiny bathroom. He tentatively opened the door, peeking at you from behind it before fully emerging. He blinked at you in confusion.

“What’s the matter honey?” His voice was soft. You simply pointed at the brush stuck in your hair, dropping your chin so he could fully see the tangles. “I can’t do it anymore. My arms are tired.”

He chuckled. “May I?” You only nodded. He gently freed the brush and ever-so carefully began to detangle your matted ends, running his fingers through and following with the brush.

It wasn’t Steve’s first rodeo. He’d helped you on many of your wash days when the hair gods simply would not shine light upon you. He hummed, happily helping you detangle and define.

You spent the rest of your day in the bathroom, handing Steve conditioners and combs and feeling his delicate hands in your curls.

“All done?” He asked after the last leave-in was used and the last section was combed through. “Mhm all done.” You stood, stepping out of the tub to look in the mirror. Your hair was bouncy, soft, and beautiful thanks to your sweet boyfriend. You felt a weight leave your shoulders and you turned, draping your arms around Steve so you could kiss him. He laughed, squeezing your body close.