tequila ; s. paulson one - shots

hairstyling (w. venable)

You were not a fussy girl when it came to hair. A simple ponytail or messy bun was all you could manage with all the things you had to do.

Wilhemina, on the other hand, always had perfect hair. How she managed to style it to match her outfit and make-up, you had no idea.

Her flaming red hair was much longer than yours, almost falling to her waist, and yet instead of showing it off, she kept it pulled in a neat bun always.

Frustrated, you rewinded the video, trying to achieve a braided hairband but failing miserably. You had been sitting in the living room attempting hairstyle after hairstyle, trying to find the one that worked for you. How did Mina always manage to make hers look amazing?

Peeking into your shared bedroom where she was sitting on your bed reading, you knocked softly on the door and asked, "Mina? Are you busy?"

"No, dear, do you need anything?" she replied, putting her book down on the bed.

"Well," you scratched your nape nervously, "I was looking for a hairstyle that worked for me, and I wanted to ask how you do it because your hair always looks amazing. But of course, if you don't want to tell me, it's ok."

Mina chuckled softly, showing you her long red hair tied back in a French braid, "What kind of help do you need, darling?"

Marveling at the perfection of her hairstyle, you sat on the bed next to her and asked, "Can you help me tie my hair? I'm not used to having it long."

"Of course, sweetheart, just get a stool, I can't really bend over so much."

She smiled softly, seeing your retreating figure racing to find a footstool to sit on, and that smile didn't leave, not even when you sat in front of her, handing her your hairbrush and a box of accessories.

"Hm, what do you want me to do, honey?" Mina asked, brushing your hair gently.

You were quiet for a while, enjoying the soft strokes of her graceful hands, before replying, "I don't know, whatever you think will look good on me."

Pausing in her work for a while, the older woman started separating sections in your hair and braiding them gently but still firm enough that it wouldn't unravel instantly.

"Mina?"

"Hm?"

"Why are you so good at doing hair?"

Chuckling at your question, she replied, "I don't know, honey. I just studied and practiced on my hair, I guess?"

"How come I can't do it? The hairstyles I find are so difficult to do."

"You can practice on me if you want," gently turning your head to the right, she still managed to answer all your questions while braiding your lustrous hair, "Didn't anyone tie you hair as a child?"

"I preferred short hair when I was younger, which is why people called me a tomboy. A simple hairband was enough for me."

"Well, darling, we can always cut your hair, you know."

"I want to use some of my vanity on my hair, I'm committed to growing it as long as yours, Mina."

"What vanity, dear?" she asked, turning your head to the left to get the other side done, "You're not vain or shallow or anything like that."

This reply wasn't what you expected, so you laughed softly, making sure to keep still, "Oh, Mina, I love dressing up and using make-up and feeling attractive."

"Wanting to feel good about your appearance is not completely the same as being vain. To me, vanity is healthy to a certain degree, but if your desire to look good starts to override other things in your life, then maybe you need to re-evaluate things," she spoke in her normal soft manner, but with conviction, nonetheless.

Both of you were quiet for a while, and the silence was only broken when Mina tied off the ends of your hair, "Done, let's see what you think. "

Looking into a mirror, you almost couldn't believe it was your hair.

"Wow, Mina, thank you so much!" you exclaimed in delight at the miracle she had worked on your normally messy hair.

She merely smiled at you and removed the elastic she had on the end of her braid, "Now, try something on me. Do something I normally wouldn't use."

Kneeling on the bed behind her, you nervously held her hair and brushed it, trying not to pull too hard. You took a few sections of her hair and braided it gently, one of the few ways you knew how to.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, and although she would never really directly tell you, she rather enjoyed watching your face in the mirror, scrunched up in concentration, your tongue peeking out from the corner of your mouth.

Tying off the ends, you proudly exclaimed, "There, done!"

Examining it in the mirror, all she could say was, "Wow, you said you weren't all that good, now I say you're a liar. This is amazing!"

You wrapped your arms around your girlfriend, inhaling the intoxicating flowery scent of her red hair and placing soft kisses all over her.

"Love you, Mina," you mumbled into her lustrous locks, to which she smiled and replied, "Love you too, Y/N."

You pulled away from the hug and lay on the bed, opening your arms, "Cuddle me, Mina?"

Rolling her eyes, she climbed into bed with you, arms wrapped around your smaller frame, "Thank you for today, Y/N," she said softly.

"You're welcome, Ms. Venable," you replied, pressing a soft kiss to her lips, "Thank you, Mina."

"For what, sweet girl?"

"For being here with me."

"Darling, there's no place I'd rather be."

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