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tinyluvs · 1 month ago

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ask; anon - reader who always does her daughter’s hair with cute hairstyles & rafe asking her to teach him how to do it too authors note; omg yes!! so cute!! tysm for the prompt angel!! please send any ideas or prompts you have here !!.₊˚⊹♡.⋆˚｡⋆୨୧ warnings; none !! pairing; rafe x fem!reader wc; 2.1k ♡

music plays softly in your bedroom, you hum along vaguely to the words while rummaging through a drawer in the bathroom, in search of a small hair brush, your daughters one specifically. “harper!” you call out to her when you find it, smiling when tiny footsteps come your way

your toddler rounds the corner into the bathroom, head tilted in a silent question. she’s cute, too cute. a perfect blend of you and her father. rafe has dressed her while you had been getting ready. her little, short dungarees stop just above her knees, paired with a plain pink shirt underneath

“ready to have your hair done baby?” you ask her, holding your hands out. she nods and jumps towards you, allowing you to lift her up and place her onto the counter, her feet in the sink, “what are we feeling today little lady?”

in the mirror you watch tiny cogs turning in her head, trying to figure out what she wants. you gather sections of her hair up, holding them in loose mock styles, changing it whenever she shakes her head at them, “don't know,” she finally admits with a huff, little arms crossing over her chest

“okay, well how about,” you pause to roughly part her hair down the middle, gathering both sections up to the top of her head, “like this? and then i can braid them if you want? i’m sure we can find ribbons for the ends too” you lean forwards, resting your chin on top of her head

she nods her head, her hair tickling your chin, “okie!”

you reach for the comb with the long pointy end, “tilt your head back for me,” you say, fingers gently running through the ends of her hair. you’re about to start properly parting her hair, when rafe appears, leaning against the doorframe

“daddy!” harper shrieks, suddenly not tilting her head backwards anymore as she attempts to twist her little body towards him. he chuckles at her, holding out a hand so she can clap her much smaller one against it

rafe moves from the doorway to stand behind you, arm slinking around your waist, his free hand rubbing circles on your hip, “my favourite ladies,” he says smiling, turning to press a kiss to your temple and then bending to kiss harpers head

“i was trying to do her hair,” you tease lightly, turning to try and poke the end of the comb into his stomach, he lets you, quickly groaning in fake pain, harper snickers at him

“yeah?” he smirks, taking his hand away from your daughters. he moves it atop her head before rubbing back and forth quickly, sending the little girl into a fit of giggles, “there you go, i did it for you” he says, smug

her hair is messed up, not knotted but messy, “daddy! not done!” harper giggles and snatches the brush from the side, attempting to brush her hair but she doesn’t notice that she has it upside down

“why not?” rafe frowns, light and playful, “i think it looks fine,” he concludes, pinching lightly at your waist while you take the hairbrush away from harper

“piggies!” harper giggles, her voice echoing around the bathroom while rafe sends you a look in the mirror, eyebrow slightly raised, “mommy! piggies!”

gently, you start to brush her hair, “the hairstyle we decided on is called pigtails,” you chuckle as rafe nods his head, finally understanding what your daughter was shrieking about. she watches you both in the mirror, raising her shoulders when you snag a knot, “sorry baby,”

once her hair is all brushed out again you place your fingers lightly under her chin, tilting her head back for her, “anything you wanted?” you mumble around the comb between your lips, eyeing rafe lingering behind you in the mirror

he seems to think for a second before replying, “teach me,” he says simply, stepping forwards to take the comb from your mouth, you shoot him a look over your shoulder, head tilted slightly, “teach me how to do her hair, her pigs or whatever they’re called”

“piggies!” harper supplies making you both chuckle. she quickly gets distracted by a bottle of face wash behind the sink, leaning forwards slightly to grab at it with tiny hands

“you really want to learn?” you ask rafe in the mirror while blindly searching in the drawer in front of you for some child size hair ties. you find four, holding them up to confirm they’re all the same colour, they are.

rafe squeezes at your waist before his hands slip from your body, “yeah, teach me” he says again, snatching the hair bands from your hand, slipping them onto his fingers, “you always do her hair so nicely, i wanna see how you do it,” he shrugs slightly

your cheeks flush slightly at his comment but before you can say anything harper twists, looking at you and rafe, “daddy piggies?”

she giggles as rafe wiggles his fingers at her, a small hair tie around each one, like rings, “yeah princess,” he chuckles, kissing the top of her head again before turning to you, “what do i do first?”

stepping to the side, to allow rafe to take your spot, you point at the comb in his hand, “use that to part her hair straight down the middle,” you explain

“sounds easy enough,” rafe hums, bringing the comb to harpers head. you watch as he attempts it, drawing a line down the centre of her head with the blunt end, “like this?” he asks looking at you in the mirror

it’s not a bad attempt, only ever so slightly wonky down the back of her head, “yeah! exactly like that, just straighten the back up,” you pause, guiding his hand with the comb in it, back to her head, “like this”

once her parting is as straight as rafe is able to get it, he looks to you again, “i did it, now wha-”

“did it!” harper repeats, leaning back against rafes chest, tilting her head back so she can look up at him

both of you chuckle at her, “good job!” you praise, clapping your hands, she copies, bringing her hands together quickly, “do you remember the next step?” you ask her

she hums for a second, tapping her finger off her chin while she thinks, something rafe taught her to do. “tie!”

“that’s right!” you laugh, “daddy has to tie it up, one on each side of the part,” you explain for rafe’s sake mostly, gesturing to the general area where he has to do it

he nods his head, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. he tries, he really does but trying to hold harpers hair, a comb and wrangle the hair ties proves a little hard, “how is it so hard?” he huffs with a pout

“would you like me to do one side first so you can see?” you offer, holding your hand out for the supplies. he nods, dropping the comb and ties into your hand before stepping back enough for you to slot between him and the counter

rafe hooks his chin on your shoulder, peering over so he can see what you’re doing. with one hand you hold the section of hair, using the other to comb a few bumps out before putting it back between your teeth

“so, to tie it,” you speak, voice muffled ever so slightly, “hold her hair with this hand,” you pause to demonstrate, “hair tie like this,” you show him the tie stretched around your fingers, “and then tie,” you do the motions slower than you normally would, letting rafe watch

harper giggles, “funny!” she says it slightly mumbled and muffled, copying the way you were speaking around the comb

“you’re right, mommy is funny,” rafe agrees with the toddler while gently bumping his hip against yours, moving you out of the way, “other side now, princess”

slowly, he copies the steps, repeating the words you said under his breath. he fumbles with the comb only slightly but before you know it he’s got it. “yay daddy!” harper cheers when he finishes, gently twirling her hair around his finger

rafe bows, over exaggerated, taking in the praise from his daughter who claps at him, little hands raising into the air. “hey, don’t celebrate so early, her hair is only half done,” you laugh

harper stops clapping and rafe moves to see what you’re doing, “we can do this bit at the same time,” you nod to the other side of harpers hair, “now, watch,”

gently and slowly you use your fingers to part her hair into three sections, watching as rafe copies you, his tongue pressed between his lips.

“this part looks tricky but it’s not, i promise,”

“promise!” harper giggles your last word, her r sound morphing more into a w kind of sound by accident

“yeah baby, promise,” you chuckle, enunciating the word a little for her before turning your attention back to her hair, “watch closely”

rafe watches intently as you take the far right piece of hair and cross it over the top of the middle piece, he copies. the piece now in the middle gets tucked under the strand on the left, “then we just repeat that until we get to the end of her hair”

harper starts to wiggle, growing impatient that her hair is taking so long, much longer than it normally does “fast,” she huffs, mixing her words up a little, a little frown on her face

“almost done baby,” you reassure her with a kiss against her temple. rafe does his best to move faster, surprisingly, braiding her hair without making a mistake, “tie it off at the end,”

you hand rafe the last hair tie, letting him watch you do your side before he does his, “we’re all done!” you announce, hands squeezing at harpers shoulders

your toddler stands in the sink, barely turning around before launching her tiny body at her daddy, her little arms winding around his neck, “yay!” she giggles

rafe settles her against his side, an arm underneath her body. he holds a hand out, letting you and harper give him a high five before tucking you under his free arm

for a minute you all just sway, music still playing in your bedroom next door. harpers head drops, slotting against rafe’s neck, big eyes watching you three in the mirror

“oh! ribbon!” you remember, darting out of the room and towards harpers bedroom down the hall. rafe follows behind you, humming to the music and dancing along, bouncing harper on his side until she giggles

once you’re in her room you pull out ribbons, two pink and two purple, holding them up as rafe steps into the doorway, “which colour baby?”

“pink!” she points at the ribbons that match the colour of her top, scrambling from rafe’s arms until he puts her down. she turns, shaking her head slightly so her hair swings around

you and rafe crouch down behind her, taking a ribbon each. you wrap it around the end of her braid, tying it into a neat bow that rafe manages to copy first try

“now we’re done,” rafe says, scooping the toddler up and throwing her up into the air. harper shrieks and giggles, being held up above his head, her legs and arms dangling towards his face

“yes we are, all done,” you repeat, snaking your arms around rafe’s sides. you rest your chin between his shoulder blades, pressing a kiss there “you did well,”

harper gasps, “down, daddy, down!” she orders, taking off across the room the second her feet touch the ground. rafe turns in your arms, standing so you’re pressed against his side instead of his back

“what’s she doing?” he whispers, sneaking a kiss to the corner of your mouth while watching the small girl look for something on her little nightstand. you shrug, eyes following as harper makes her way back towards you

in her tiny hands she holds tiny little pastel clips in the shapes of butterflies, “daddy’s hair!” she exclaims, looking up at both of you. you stifle a laugh, watching as rafe kneels down, tilting his head down so she can reach his hair

she clips them in haphazardly, anywhere they’ll snag into his fluffy hair is where they stay until she has none left in her hands. “pretty daddy,” she giggles, stepping back to admire her handiwork

rafe stands and turns to face you. this time both of you attempt to stifle a laugh, “yes,” you agree with a nod and a giggle, “the prettiest daddy ever”

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