Okay, hear me out. Off campus (because I have issues) and I need too be sandwiched between Allie and Dean. It’s mostly self indulgent.
You’re the ‘hairdresser’ friend.
Do you have any qualifications? Not really, but you did spent most of Covid quarantine on internet and watching all kinds of haircutting tutorials.
What you do have is one random pair or proffesional haircutting scissors, plastic comb and spotify playlist for a good vibes.
It’s not really business. No, it’s a hobby, maybe another way you show you like someone that you offer them a trim or colouring their hair, in exchange for a gossip session. Now at Briar, you didn’t have many friends so you don’t offer it often.
However, all you apparently needed to start to be known among the other students was a singular person from theatre club. After yet another roommate drama, you get move rooms across the hall, after another girl dropped out. Best part was not even the room being yours only- no, it’s her new neighbours.
You meet Hannah first and somehow you hit it off after she brings you cookies. Three hours later, and you’re already giving her a trim to get her bob back in correct shape, maybe give her few face framing pieces.
It’s amazing girl’s night.
And then her friend Allie is there too, with towel draped over her shoulders. Her hair is so pretty and wavy and so with her permission, you give her a shaggier cut and bangs and dear god-
Your bi ass is awestruck by her sheer beauty. You can’t understand how Sean, her shitty boyfriend, doesn’t kiss the ground she walks on as soon as he shows up to pick her up.
Sean doesn’t get a haircut.
Your nose scrunches at the state of his hair. The cut on him is unfortunate, but somehow fits his personality perfectly.
However, Allie seems content in her relationship and that was all that mattered.
Three weeks later, and you slowly get to know the drama of the Briar’s theatre club, once you get most of them messaging you on your Instagram.
You’re fine with that. They’re all nice and occasionally they bring the freshest gossip.
You miss how Allie now needs hair maintenance more often, or how her eyes seem to linger on you when you don’t look.
Then the Costume Party happens. And your old crush re emerges. Dean di Laurentis was seriously attractive and charming afterall.
You spend evening helping Allie with her hair so she can have her perfect moment. Sean is there too. You can’t bring yourself to like him, but he is your ride there too, so at least you stay respectful.
Since you didn’t know what to dress up as, so you don’t. You put on your best ensemble though and most comfortable shoes that you washed till they passed the vibe check.
You’re peacefully getting drink for you and Allie (Sean does not get one) when you see it. Allie and Dean- or JLO and Maverick having a moment on the dancefloor. And yeah, maybe that awakens something inside you. You’re blushing deep red as you stare at them like a creep. You’re not even jealous. If anything, you’re jealous of the none existent space in between them…
You can’t get the image out of your head for weeks.
Hannah mentions Garret needing a quick trim. Before even finishing his hair, you also have to promise to cut Logan’s and Tucker’s. Dean doesn’t asks for one, but he’s obviously thinking about it, since he touches his hair as he watches you cut others.
You understand few hours later, when you run into him in grocery store. In hair care section. With a bleach in his hand.
He’s not even real blonde.
You’re laughing. He deadpans but shyly asks if you could touch up his roots. And since you have a free evening, you say yes, but only for gossip. After all, you cannot bend the rules for this bottle bleach blonde.
Allie catches Dean with his shirt off, towel on his shoulders and you standing above him, in an old band shirt that is full of bleach spots, toning his hair.
You three just stare at each other.
“He was about to put 30 volume on, can you believe that?” You grumble. “I had to intervene so that we don’t have bald Dean instead-”
Allie thinks it’s hilarious of course. You both tease him, and then they both tease you when you smear purple shampoo onto your cheek. Then you and Dean tease Allie, when she forget about the dinner she was supposed to be watching warm up and has to call take out instead.
You all clean up. The hair and the bleach and the burnt pan.
It feels oddly empty without them when they leave. Unbeknownst to you, they both feel the same.
Or like something like that. Idk.
Love triangle, but like, ✨make it poly✨
Essentially: Allie likes Reader, Reader likes Dean, Dean likes Allie. Muheheehe.
Should I make actual fic of this?
P.s.: Like if you’re fan of Reader’s beef with Sean
