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Sirius Black x Reader (au)

trigger warning: major angst + depressing themes + unrequited love

<hair care>

You had promised yourself that you'd never let it happen again. Never. Never. You couldn't do that to yourself again and again - yet, you liked subjecting yourself to that inhumane torture. You liked being miserable, and good God, Sirius Black was the perfect way to be miserable and hate the universe.

His hand was chilly; you wondered why he ran his thumb over your hand, when it was he that needed the comfort. Was it some kind of sick irony?

His hair was more textured; it smelled even more of hair conditioner than usual. You wondered why it was so textured even though it reeked of her conditioner. And she only used the best of the best. And she liked switching up her shampoo and conditioner routines, just as much as he liked changing his women for the better. That is what Sirius had in common with her, you thought to yourself - she used the best of the best skin and haircare products, and he used only the best of the women.

As your expert and overly-used fingers brushed his hair and de-tangled the knots in his brain and heart, he continued to thank you for being his best friend. His comfort character. His solace. But not once, and not ever, someone he loved. Ha.

The effect of the painkillers was slowly starting to weigh down his eyes, and you could only do what you did best, nurture the man of your dreams. Coerce him to sleep, promise him that he'd find the woman of his dreams, and provide a bond-repair for his damaged curls and empty dry heart.

You could only sit and wait. Until he invested in a newer and finer woman, and in some sick and twisted way, hoped he would have some more breakage.

Because you weren't the best, clearly.

But you were a drug-store damage-control and intense repair treatment. And as every haircare expert knew, one needed to indulge in a deeply nourishing treatment or mask every few weeks or months.

You'd let him in with warm arms and hugs, until he'd leave again, only to come back.

Because that's what best friends did, right? Provide intense repair and help beautiful angels with lovely hair look and feel their absolute best?

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A/N: LMAO, IDEK WHAT THIS IS. THIS WAS SO STUPID HAHAHAH, BUT THE IDEA REALLY RESONATED WITH ME AND IDK MAN. I kinda dig this oneshot??

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