(This is super self indulgent) but I've been thinking about curly haired reader being sick and trying to get through her hair routine but she doesn't have the energy to stay up and properly do it so one of the boys (I was leaning more toward Sirius ) helps her out and does it for her because of her unwell she feels.
Hope you have a lovely day!
Thanks for the request, hope you had/have a lovely day too <3
cw: reader has curly hair, and I know everyone does curl routines differently so I just picked a couple steps at random and tried to keep it somewhat vague
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 671 words
You resist the urge to sit down in the shower the whole time you’re in there. You doubt Sirius would begrudge you the increase in your water bill, but you worry genuinely that if you sit down you may not get back up. Your boyfriend might have to come in and drag you, wet and nude, over the lip of the tub and into bed.
He’d do it, too, but you like Sirius too well for that.
You’re in what you hope are the final stages of your illness. It’s mostly headaches and some congestion now, and a heavy, bone-deep fatigue that makes trekking from your bed to the kitchen feel an unendurable task. After getting out of the shower and drying yourself with your towel, you take a rest sitting on the toilet lid. You don’t want to go through with everything else in your routine.
Eventually you’re able to talk yourself into standing up again. You open the bathroom door. The steam rushes out, your skin pebbling at the loss of warmth.
“Sirius?”
Your boyfriend looks up from where he’s reading in your bed, a paperback’s cover folded cruelly in his hand. He tucks his hair behind his ear to see you better. “Yeah?”
“Can you help me, please?”
You don’t have to try very hard to look pathetic and miserable. Sirius knows what you’re asking; he gets out of bed without further explanation.
“Course, sweetness. You aren’t cold? Do you want your robe?”
You do want your robe, actually, you only hadn’t wanted to go get it. Sirius brings it to you, taking your towel so you can put it on and steering you in front of the sink.
He’s watched you go through your curl routine enough times not to need instruction. He pulls out the products in the order you use them and begins combing them into your wet hair with his fingers. You close your eyes, enjoying the gentle tug at your roots and the feeling of being cared for.
“Are you sure you want to go to work tomorrow?” he asks.
You sigh. “Yeah.”
A soft chuckle. “Eager to get back, clearly.” Sirius’ tone is amused, but it softens when he says, “You seem so tired, baby.”
“I don’t want to use any more of my sick days,” you mumble, tiredly. “I’ll make it.”
He hums. You feel it like a physical thing, a pleasant thrum running over your skin and sinking into your bones. “Alright. Don’t pack a lunch, I’ll bring you something warm.”
“You don’t have to.”
“What’s that matter? Flip over for me.”
You bend, letting your hair fall forward so Sirius can scrunch mousse into your roots. Even through your stuffy nose you can smell the sweet scents of your products mingling in the steamy air.
“Thank you for doing this,” you say.
“Shush.” The next time he scrunches, his nails scratch teasingly at your scalp. “We both know you’re doing me a favor here. I live for this shit.”
You smile. It’s getting very easy, letting yourself hang forward like a rag doll. When Sirius stops scrunching, you stay there, indolent.
“You can straighten up now, sweetness.”
You sigh as you do, rolling your head so that your hair falls behind you without much fuss. Sirius takes your face in his hands, pouting.
“My poor girl.” He kisses your nose. “Bedtime?”
“Please.” You reach up, wrapping your arms around his neck.
He hugs you back as he walks you both toward your bed. You turn your face into his neck, no longer caring if you’re being embarrassing. Every part of you feels warm and heavy.
“You always smell so good like this.” Sirius noses at your hairline. “I’m rather lucky, aren’t I? You wanna just keep this on?”
He means your robe. You wouldn’t normally, but tonight you can’t bring yourself to do more than hum in acquiescence.
“Alright, here we are. Comfy? Do you mind if I keep reading for a while?”
Hiii can i request dick grayson with a gf who has naturally curly hair but always straightens it, so one day they hang out and she has her hair in its naturally curly state and he falls inlove with her even more..could turn it into smut but do whatever you’d likeee 😙
how do we feel abt this? pls comment if u want me to post it normally ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡
✰ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Eddie's hands get stuck in your hair and you ban rings during sex
You and Eddie were hanging out completely innocently in his van. Then he got horny because of course he did. He's always horny.
That's how you ended up on your knees in the back of Eddie's van with his hands wrapped in your hair while your mouth was wrapped around his cock.
You used one of your free hands to stroke what you couldn't fit in your mouth. You wanted him to enjoy himself.
And he was for a bit.
Until he tried moving his hand to make you look up at him.
His rings had tangled in your hair and he internally panicked. He used his other hand to try and get the rings off but he couldn't so now he started to panic.
He guessed the panic was evident on his face when you looked up and stopped. You took him out of your mouth and stared at him, confused.
"You okay there?"
"So... babe... theoretically... What if my rings got stuck in you hair?" He asked nervously.
Your eyes widened and your hands flew to your previously neat-ish hair. "Edward Munson! What the fuck?"
Eddie looked mortified. "I didn't mean to!" He said loudly, finally slipping his index finger out of his ring. He kept accidentally pulling your hair and you though he was going to rip out a giant chunk of your hair.
You glared at your boyfriend as he frantically tried pulling his stuck fingers out of his rings. "If I have to cut my hair I'm castrating you." You said angrily.
He was able to get the rest of his fingers out, laughing triumphantly and holding his rings up. "I got 'e- oh..." His pride was quickly smashed when he saw your expression.
Author’s Note: WE. NEED. MORE. CURLY. HAIR. REPRESENTATION. as someone with 3a-3b curly hair, here are some headcanons. This is dedicated to all you curly headed cuties 😤
Pronouns Used: gender neutral! they/them
POV: Third Person.
Warnings: f-word, non-gendered use of “honey”
Additional Information: Harry is in italics. Reader is in bold.
divider is made by @firefly-graphics!
His partner finally moving in with him and they take up the whole middle shelf in the linen closet with their hair products.
“I feel like I’ve walked into a hair salon”
“Sometimes it feels like I could open my own store with how many hair products I’ve accumulated.”
His s/o being a little nervous to wear their bonnet or silk scarf in front of him for the first time.
“Please don’t say anything.”
“Uhhh okay?”
*s/o walks out of the bathroom and into the bedroom*
“Stop. You look absolutely adorable. Do I get one, too?”
“Why do you have so many different bottles of conditioner?”
“That’s regular conditioner and that’s leave-in conditioner”
“There’s a difference??”
Harry buying his partner a set of 100% silk pillow cases as a surprise gift because he knows they’ve been saving their money to upgrade their satin ones.
“I’m only now just using fancy pillowcases? Where have you been all my life?”
“Are you talking to me or the pillow case?”
“… both?”
*s/o comes back to their apartment fuming*
“Today someone told me that my hair would look ‘less messy’ if I brushed it out and it really pissed me off.”
“Oh honey, I’m sorry. Want me to sue them for idiocy?”
“I don’t think that’s a thing, but I appreciate the support.”
A red carpet interviewer makes the casual comment of “your hair looks a bit curlier than normal, new hair routine?”
And him answering with “you can thank my partner for that one, they’ve introduced me to the world of hair care and products.”
“What the fuck is this thing? It looks like some sort of sci-fi weapon.”
“That’s literally a hair dryer with a diffuser on it.”
“A what?”
“Gosh, sometimes I feel like you’re a lost cause. It’s an attachment that reduces frizz and doesn’t ruin your natural curl pattern.”
“I still think it’s a movie prop.”
I feel like if traveling takes him away from his s/o for a long time and he begins to miss them, he might go and buy/order their favorite hair product and use it on his hair because it smells like them 🥺🥲
His partner was never one for the spotlight, but once Harry’s fans began to ask him about which products he used, his partner made a public IG account dedicated to curly/wavy hair maintenance. As well as how to take care of your hair without needing expensive products.
They probably ended up as an accidental hair influencer because of it.
hi, my lovely mae <3 can i please request thumbprint cookies with james potter x curly!reader? since james has wild ass hair, why not a lil hair day for both of them?
Of course you can gorgeous!
omg, James has the most lovely hair and it's a miracle because I think he has absolutely no clue what to do with it
Sirius probably tried to get him to figure it out a couple of times but he just never had the patience for it, he's a 3-in-1 shampoo guy and he just towels it dry and lets it happen (I shudder to think of it)
however, he wouldn't do it for Sirius but he would for you
especially if it's something you're doing together! like he doesn't mind sitting still (well his knee is bouncing, but it's fine) if you're talking about your hair and he gets to watch you brush it out and put in all your products while the bathroom is still steamy and smelling so nice from your conditioner
and he certainly doesn't mind sitting still while you run your fingers through his hair, talking about weight and porosity and lowkey he's just hearing "blah blah blah" with your lips moving all pretty (respectfully)
loves the sound of the mousse coming out of the can. wants to play with it but you won't let him
learns to really luxuriate in the hair routine you create for him but feels horrendously betrayed when you tell him he's going to eventually have to learn to do it himself
compromises by having you teach him how to do your routine so he can do it for you from time to time too (and is shocked when his big bulky arms still hurt after so much time held aloft doing your hair)
Could i request Sirius black x fem!reader where her hair is really fluffy but after she has showered her hair is like kindy wavy-ish but she brushes it out and it becomes really fluffy. But then Sirius sees that and is like "u have curly hair" but reader is like "nope". So sirius convinces her and shows her his hair routine and it turns out she does have curly hair and all the fluff and everything?
English is not my first languages so I hope that I'm being clear about what i mean😭 sorry for any mistakes.
Feel free to ignore this if you want<33
No worries my love, this was super clear! I didn't learn how to make my curly hair look good until a few years ago, so this was sooo relatable haha! Thanks for requesting :)
Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
Sirius knocks as you step out of his shower, drying off one leg and then the other with the towel he’d given you.
“Sorry, angel, could I get in there for a sec?” He calls through the door. “I forgot my moisturizer.”
“Sure, just a minute,” you reply, quickly toweling off before wrapping yourself in a robe. “Okay, you’re good.”
“Thanks,” Sirius says, steam whooshing out as he opens the door. He grabs a little jar from the counter, toting it about before starting back the way he came, but he stops before he reaches the door. Sirius looks at you for a moment, his lips curving slightly upward into one of those soft smiles you love so much. “You look so pretty like this,” he says.
You give him a tiny grin in return, pulling the robe tighter over your body self-consciously. “Thanks, Siri.”
“Is…” his eyebrows come together. “Is that what your hair always looks like when it’s wet?”
You look down at your ends, half expecting them to be purple from the expression on your boyfriend’s face. “Um, yeah?”
He crosses his arms, tongue pressing into his cheek thoughtfully. “And what do you usually do to it after you shower?”
“I dunno.” You pick your discarded towel up again. “Brush it? That’s it, really.”
You start to run the towel over your hair, scrubbing out the moisture, and Sirius lunges for you as if you’re holding a weapon to your head instead. “No, stop!”
“What?”
“You can’t rub it like that.” He snatches the towel from you, something like offense in his tone. “That’s nearly the worst thing you can do for curly hair.”
You raise your eyebrows at him. “Well then lucky for me that I don’t have curly hair.”
“I think you do,” Sirius says, hanging the towel on a hook. “Or wavy, at least. Look at it right now, it looks almost like mine.”
The mirror is too foggy to see in, but you don’t need to. “It’s not like yours, though,” you say, a touch of envy creeping into your voice. “Yours is so pretty and shiny. You’ve seen mine, it gets all frizzy when it’s dry.”
“Okay, compliment heard and accepted.” Sirius grins at you. “But I think your hair just gets like that because you brush it, darling. Let me play with it, please?”
You hesitate. You’ve always shied away from messing with your hair because, as much as it frustrates you, you know how to deal with it the way it is. Oil, buns, plaits. You’d rather have the devil you know than whatever might result from angering it.
But Sirius does seem to know an impressive amount about hair care. His counter is littered with products that testify to that. And you don’t think he’s right, but if he is, and your hair could look anything like his…
“Fine,” you sigh, and Sirius beams at you, taking you by the shoulders and bringing you in front of the mirror.
“Alright, I’m gonna talk you through it, dollface,” he promises. “I mean, I’ll do it for you every time you shower if you want me to, but I’ll give you the details just in case you wanna know later.”
He begins by rewetting your hair under the faucet, instructing you to only brush it while it’s sopping wet. He introduces you to leave-in conditioner, curl cream, mousse, telling you what each of them do and weaving them into your locks with skilled fingers. You can’t help but admire the concentrated set of his brows as he works, the way his dark hair gleams under the fluorescent light. However this turns out, you like having his hands in your hair like this. You might ask him to do it again just for that.
“There we go,” he says, affixing one of his t-shirts to hold your hair close to your head. “We’ll leave that on for a bit, and when it comes off we should have a decent idea of how it’s gonna look when it’s dry.”
You smile at him, and Sirius fixes you with a look that’s unbelievably fond. “Normally, this is when I do my skin routine, while I’ve got my hair out of the way,” he says, speaking softly though there’s no one else around to hear. “Want me to do yours for you, lovely girl?”
You feel your face warm, but you don’t care if he sees, the affection between you too great to be a well-kept secret. “That’d be nice, thanks.”
Sirius’ touch is gentle as he goes over your face with a warm washcloth, smoothing your various products into your skin while you do your best not to preen.
“So pretty,” he murmurs once he’s done, planting a kiss on your freshly moisturized cheek. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were glowing from the inside out.
You chase him, capturing his lips with yours, and the both of you giggle at the absurdity of it, kissing whilst sitting on his bathroom counter, you all wet in a robe and him fully clothed.
“Alright,” Sirius says, stroking your jaw as a consolation when he breaks the kiss. “I think your hair should be ready to come down.”
You find yourself almost excited as he unwraps the t-shirt from your hair, tracking the progress of his grin while he squeezes the last bits of moisture from your ends before taking you by the shoulders.
“Okay,” he says soberly, looking at you with mock gravitas. “Are you ready to see?”
You roll your eyes whilst you nod, and he turns you. The fog has faded from the mirror, so you’re able to see yourself clearly as your mouth actually drops open. Your hair is still damp, but even so, the bottom half falls in loose waves, the ends curling just slightly. It’s smooth, and shiny, and nothing like you thought it had the potential to be.
“Not bad, right?” Sirius sounds smug, but you can feel his excitement as he watches your reaction. “I might use less heavy products in the future, and more mousse, but—”
You spin around, wrapping him in a hug. He laughs, arms coming around your back with just as much enthusiasm.
“It looks so pretty, Siri,” you gush. “Thank you so much!”
“I’ve always said you’re the prettiest girl in the world,” he sounds exasperated, but his grip tightens on you warmly, “so I really don’t see why you’re acting so surprised.”
