waterboy x civilian! reader but i got carried away
A/n: had this idea cooking of Waterboy with a partner with a silk press in my brain for a while, any requests definitely welcome.
reader described to have long-ish hair. definitely some black southern culture ie: silk-presses on Sunday mornings, church culture, etc. not directly related to catwoman! Reader i got carried awayâŠ
Dating a superhero like Waterboy ment certain things in your life were off the table. Your apartment went under modifications, bedding and furniture accommodated Hermanâs wet nature. Sure, it wasnât the most comfortable thing in the world, but having your sweet boyfriend to cuddle with made everything even better
Your wardrobe went under changes, subconsciously youâve curated a good chunk of cute swimwear pieces whenever he spend the night with you. Not that you were complaining, Hermy loved whenever youâd model the new tankinis, one pieces, bikinis ,trunks, or any other type of swimsuit.
You felt more hydrated, your nails, hair, and skin looked better since you two started going out. It sounded gross, but, having a boyfriend with water regeneration powers made you more hydrated.
One thing you did miss was straightening your hair, getting your hair straightened was a sacred ritual. Childhood memories of a winter Sundays spent of a chair, waiting patiently to see the end result. You never felt insecure about your natural state, but the feeling of hands going through your hair felt 10x better, your confidence soured whenever someone at school noticed the change.
You still remember Hermanâs reaction to your hair straightened.
It was you guys first official date, he took you out to the cafe near the beach, one of your favorite days to look back atâŠ
âHerman!â You shout with excitement as you dash down the peer, it was your first date but youâve been friends beforehand, giving you both a layer of comfort and confidence to not feel awkward.
âAh-yes! Y-y-n!â he smiles, striding towards you, long legs and all.
âWh-hat happ-end to your h-h..hair?â Herman asks, reaching to touch it before you subconsciously stepping back. âOh! Sorry, I forgot I got it doneâŠâ you run your hands through the silky smooth hair, Herman still reaching for it. âIt looks nice⊠n-not say-ing that-that you donât look good norma-naturallyâŠâ he starts, obviously nervous and not trying to offend you.
âThank you, hermyâ you smile, clearly delighted by his compliments.
Throughout the date, Waterboy noticed your distance. Upset you werenât enjoying the rendezvous like he was, Herman finally cracked.
âDid-id i do something wrongâ Herman muttered, stopping in his tracks as you were walking separately down the peer, causing you to look back at him. âHuh? What are you talking about?â You reply, stepping closer to hear his mutters, the closest youâve been all date. âYo-youâve been social distancing yourself from me a-all date!â He sighs dramatically, hands in the air, water droplets landing on you.
âHerm⊠you know i just got my hair done! I canât risk the water to ruin it..â ruin. The word you chose to describe what his ability would do to you, it felt like a stab at the heart. âR-ruin..?â He practically whimpered, eyebrows kit together, his long wet eyelashes looking down at you.
âNot like that⊠I spent a lot of time getting ready to look good⊠for you!â You admitted, âand I want it to last longer, so you have more time to admire my work,â you continued, reassuring him with a hand on his shoulder.
âY-you- shouldnât- did not- didnât have to do that- for meâŠâ Herman was practically a puddle by the time you admitted you efforts to him, a true nervous wreck. âI- like- enjoy⊠your real- natural- real.. natural⊠hair-â he continued until a kiss on the lips stopped his rambling.
âIâm sorry,â barely pulling back to muttered into his lips before returning to kiss. âI didnât mean to diminish your powers, theyâre a gift, not a curse⊠you should know I wasnât intentionally trying to be distant,â you pulled back properly to admire the anxious beauty in front of you.
Itâs been a very long time since your first date with Herm.
Since then, he joined a superhero team, and spends his days saving people from evil. You couldnât be any more proud of him, he truly was your hero. Since then, you havenât straightened your hair since. You had no reason to, not when it means it would be immediately curly whenever in grasp from your sweet boyfriend. Today, however, was differentâŠ
It was officially winter, in California, the word didnât really carry as much weight as it would in another state. However, it ment no more sun beating down on everything it could get its hands on.
Coincidentally, one of your girlfriends was getting married that weekend. A nice intimate wedding, official ceremony in the church, reception outside in the courtyard. You were a bridesmaid, since you were friends since high school, obviously. Although, there was a strict dress code, dresses were specifically picked out by the bridezilla, entire email threads discussing hair and makeup.
It was no surprise silk presses were one of the few options, the bride specifically mentioned to wear unnatural hair so her natural hair can stand out. Honestly you had to respect the attention to detailsâŠ
There you were, sitting at your auntieâs feet, getting your hair fried like you were in middle school all over. âAnd what about that boy you messing around with? He gonna be your plus one?â She asks, parting a small section of hair. âMaybe, heâs being busy with work latelyâŠâ you mutter, focusing of the uncomfortable position. âChile, I donât know why youâre asking me to do you hair, donât you know how?â Auntie sasses, obviously dissatisfied with your answer.
âItâs been so long since Iâve done my hair, auntie. Silk presses arenât really efficient to consistently maintainâŠâ you basically whine when she snags on a mini knot in your hair. âItâs that damn white boy, hard wig soft lifeâŠâ your cousin shouts from the kitchen while she washes your other cousinâs hair in the sink.
It was moments like these were you left connected to community. Via hair, you bond with every generation of women in your life. It was something mundane yet felt a special feeling in the pit of your stomach. It was no secret that church was a fashion show, wives dressing their husbands in their best suits, women straightening their hair until you could run your fingers without a snap, crackle, or pop. It was something you wished Herman was here forâŠ
âHe does prefer my natural state,â you exaggerate, earning a couple of laughs from your gran
The following days before the wedding felt like a blur, constant errands between finalizing plansâŠ
When you got home from getting your hair done, Herman was already comfortable after a long day of being superhero.
He looked up to the entrance of the door, eyes locking in at your new hairstyle, his pout deepening.
âDonât look at me like thatâŠâ you mutter, kicking off your shoes and walking into the living room. âWhat did you do with your hair?â Herman asked, laser focused on you. âCalm down babe, itâs for the wedding this weekend,â your voice filled with empathy as you take off your bag on the table. âSpeaking of weddingâŠâ you look back at herm, causing him to faintly blush. âIâve been running errands all day for a wedding that isnât even mine!â You pull out a shower cap from your bag.
âYou se-seriously- got that- gonna wear - that?!â Herm raises his hands, referring to the shower cap while you put it on. âYes, hermy, i know, i look ridiculous. But, i want to embrace my man, and keep my hair goodâŠâ you began to ramble, obviously focused on putting on the cap more than talking. âNot- no, you dont look r-ridicu-lousâŠâ he stands up, walking towards you âit⊠suits youâ he whispers softly, now closer to you
âYou know just how to flatter a woman,â you teased before reaching a hand to the side of his face. âAll of it is for youâŠâ he whispered back, newfound confidence creeping into his veins before kissing you deeply. âYou think you can take off Sunday for the wedding? I want you to meet my family as a plus one.â You softly graze his temple with your nose.
âT-they wouldnât mind?â His head snapping down to look at your face, searching for any hint of hesitation. âOf course they wouldnât! They want to meet the man that makes me my happiness!â You exclaimed, hands searching through his damn locks, knowing exactly where gets him to whimper. âPlease, baby, i dont want to be at another wedding or church service without my beside me.â
âI guess, if you want me - joining- Iâll join,â he practically chokes out, already nervous just thinking about meeting your family. âGreat! I already got a water proof suit!â You proclaimed, pulling a dry cleaner bag out your bag.
The day of the wedding came, you decided to let herm rest on his day off. Leaving in the early morning and returning to your shared apartment later in the afternoon before the ceremony begins to get ready with him.
âWhoâs sitting next to you, girl?â Your aunt, the mother of the groom, approaches you as you set up the seating arrangement for the reception. âMy plus one⊠heâs gonna arrive before the ceremony.â you smile nervously. âSo weâre finally gonna meet you mystery boy?â Your cousin mockingly coos behind you, causing unneeded attention your way, mutters âfinallyâ and âabout timeâ filled the courtyard.
When you return to your shared apartment, you find Herman already in his suit, looking the most delectable. âHello, handsome,â you mutter, hands slithering up and down his body from behind. âWe canât be lateâŠâ Herman clearly holds his breath, cheeks pink, maybe missing a wedding wouldnât be too badâŠ
