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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 4 months

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Ok. I have a request took me a lot of courage to finally request and shat myself a couple times but anyway! A one shot where choso lives in y/ns dorm with them and he was like doing his hair and kept messing up and gave up and started crying (I FEEL LIKE THATS SOMETHING HED DO THE POOR BOY:() thennnn y/n walks in their dorm and sees him crying and then comforts him and does his hair for him!!

IF THAT AIN'T LOVE THEN I DON'T KNOW WHAT LOVE IS!

synopsis// choso is having an off day.

➚ pairing// choso x gn!reader ➚ word count// 1.4k

contents// frustrated/sad choso? idk just some hurt/comfort in a way! fluff?? could be read as either platonic or romantic doesnt really matter i supposeeee? i think it kinda reads more romantic tho

notes// anon ur actual fucking MIND. i was moved. literally right after reading ur request i opened up my notes and went to fucking WORKKK!!!! anyway sorry its so kinda all over the place but i hope u like it and it lived up to ur expectations!! n also sorry to everyone else for posting a oneshot mid smau its short n cute okay (AND ITS FUCKING CHOSO SO LIKE CMON???) i couldnt help myself !! also the title is lyrics from cupid's chokehold by gym class heroes... okay bye!

Sharing a dorm with Choso was heavenly.

Because of your conflicting schedules, half the time, you rarely actually saw each other. But even when you did, he was the type of roommate to keep to himself; he has his side of the room, and you have yours. Of course, you two talked here and there; he was actually pretty nice company whenever you two were actually in the room at the same time. But more often than not, the only time you would see him was late at night when you were just getting in to go to sleep.

Either way, the point is, you never really saw him around much. Choso was always quick and effective, so by the time you would head back to your dorm after a few of your classes, he would just be heading out or have already left.

Usually, his alarm would go off an hour before his classes, which is ample time for him. He’s done his routine hundreds of times before—doing his hair and eyeliner is practically muscle memory, and at this point he's sure he could do it in his sleep. but not today, apparently. Today his alarm goes off late—half an hour late. Which Choso isn’t panicked by, only slightly frustrated, but it's fine. That still leaves him another half an hour to get ready, so there's still plenty of time given that it only takes him 10–15 minutes to get ready, so it's fine. Everything is fine; he repeats it in his head like a mantra, like if he thinks it and says it enough, he’ll actually believe it.

Choso quickly dresses, then sits at his desk, where a little mirror sits. He sighs as he flips on a lamp and grabs his eyeliner. He doesn’t even have to think about it, instinctively taking the cap off and bringing it to his eye, only for it to crumble as it meets his waterline. Choso cusses under his breath as he blinks, attempting to get whatever fell into his eye out. When that doesn't work, he rubs his eye, only for it to spread eyeliner all across his eye and cheek. He groans, grabbing a cloth to wipe it off with, and once his face is clean, he doesn't even bother trying with his eyeliner again—looking at the time, he’s already wasted more than he wanted doing that. He’ll just do his hair and leave, or else he’ll be late.

Choso stills for a moment, forcing himself to take a deep breath to try and calm the nerves and frustration simmering beneath his skin—it's fine. He nods. Now somewhat calmer, he grabs his hair ties and gets to work… only for one of them to break as he’s trying to put his hair through it. Choso stares at himself in the mirror, eyes narrowed and swallowing harshly, as he desperately tries to ignore the rising heat going to his cheeks.

Whatever.

It's fine.

He’ll just do the other side of his hair...only for the same thing to happen. Choso can actively feel his heart racing—it's pounding against his chest and ringing in his ears—and he’s already too far gone to notice or even stop the tears from falling down his cheeks. He doesn’t really know why he’s actually crying, if he’s being honest. It’s not like this is the end of the world; he knows that, yet he can't stop himself. Too many things have gone wrong, and he’s barely woken up. First, his alarm goes off late, which isn't the most horrible thing within itself, but then his eyeliner crumbles and gets in his eye, and when he tries to wipe it away, it instead smears on his face. Then he rubs his face raw, trying to get it off, and now he can't do his fucking hair because his hair ties suddenly decided to disintegrate and snap in half.

He messily wipes at his tears and tries inhaling deeply for air in a feeble attempt to calm himself the tiniest bit down. It doesn't do anything. In fact, it makes things worse. His tears fall harder, and he’s choking in shallow breaths of air. If anyone walked in right this moment, they’d think something horrible happened, like one of his brothers died. and it's just his luck, or a very obvious lack thereof, when you walk in. Choso immediately starts scrambling to wipe his tears away and hide his face from you as you drop your things in shock—you hadn’t expected him to still be in the dorm, let alone be here crying.

“Holy shit, Choso, are you okay? What's wrong? Did something happen?” You panic, immediately running to his side.

He doesn’t say anything; he just takes in and lets out shaky breaths as he shakes his head, one arm outstretched to keep you at arm's length.

You frown and look around. For what? You’re not sure. Part of you thinks if you look hard enough, you'll find why he’s crying, but all you see are snapped hair ties, a crumbled, unsharpened eyeliner pencil, and a cloth full of eyeliner. That’s when it all starts to make sense. You smile softly at him, who's still hiding his red tear-stained face from you, before you grab his comb and a new pair of hair ties from his desk.

Choso doesn’t know what you're doing when he hears you shuffling around, and he refuses to meet your gaze, filled to the brim with embarrassment at having been caught crying, but his head involuntarily snaps up, looking at you through the mirror, when he feels you start to brush his hair. You're already staring back at him and flashing him a warm smile, not saying a word as you continue to detangle his hair.

“You don't have to do this,” he sniffles, finally calming down enough to say something.

"I know I don't," you shrug. "But I also know it sucks when it seems like nothing is working or going to plan, so..."

"I can do it myself-“

"Choso, just let me do this for you, please.”

He stares at you for a moment, studying your face as if trying to find something, and when he finds nothing but your soft eyes and willingness—your desire—to do this for him, he sighs and nods. You beam and gleefully get back to work on his hair, and Choso finds that he’s no longer embarrassed by being seen crying but rather by the fact he feels like a doll—but the worst part? It's kind of nice.

He likes having someone do this for him with no hesitation; he likes the way your fingers carefully rake through his hair to ensure there's no tangles even though you just combed it; he likes the way you don't tie the ponytails too tight like he usually does, which only results in a pounding headache he can't get rid of; he likes all of it.

He likes all of it so much so that he finds himself closing his eyes in complete bliss, drowning in your gentle touches. You poof up one of his ponytails a bit, ready to tell him you're done, when you look into the mirror and notice his eyes closed, looking like he’s in a whole other world. You can't fight your smile off as you play with his ponytail for a bit longer before slowly wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder.

“What do you think?” You whisper, your breath softly fanning against his ear.

Choso opens his eyes, surprised to see you pretty much hugging him from behind, yet he doesn't hate it, not one bit. Too caught up about how much he does not hate this; he doesn't respond, and it makes you nervous.

“Sorry… I know they don't look exactly like how you usually do them, but-“

"No, no,” he cuts you off quickly. “They look amazing... Thank you, y/n...”

You smile, happy with his answer, as you untangle yourself from him and stand up. “You should head out now, Choso; you're late.”

He blinks, totally forgetting about class, and hurriedly stands up. "Right, thank you again,” is all he’s saying before rushing out the door.

You giggle slightly before yawning and making your way to your bed, ready for your usual nap, when Choso comes rushing back into the dorm again. You stare at him wide-eyed, and he simply stares back.

You furrow your eyebrows, confused, and are about to ask if he's okay when suddenly he blurts out:

"I wouldn’t mind if you did my hair again.”

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tvgals · 10 months

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OMFG I LOVE YOUR WORKKK !

I was wondering if you could do a hoochiemama! Reader x toji ?? I've gotten into the hoochiemama aesthetic and I feel like you'd be the perfect person to write this!

THANK YOU (x2) and this idea is so cute 💞

toji sat on the bed scrolling through netflix as you were sat at your desk getting ready for a photo shoot you had. “damn, this rubber bands ain’t good for shit.” you mumble, earning a low chuckle from toji. you look back at him with a playful mean mug on your face and turn back to your desk and look into your hair box, sifting through to find more rubber bands. “shit. toji, baby, i’m finna go to the hair store.” you tell your boyfriend, sliding your feet into your house shoes and grabbing your keys.

“lemme come.” toji groans out while trying to get up, throwing the remote onto the bed and he slides into his own nike slides. “hurry up, i’m finna go.” you call out to toji, who was searching for his other shoe. “gimme a second, baby!” he says, smiling to himself when he sees his shoe under the bed. he grabs it and slips it on, walking out of you two’s bedroom with a proud look on his face. “cmon.” you say, a smug look on your face. you open the door and let toji walk out, closing and locking the door before walking down the stairs to make it to your car. you unlock the door to your pink wrapped mercedes benz. you hop into the drivers seat and watch toji struggle to get in due to his size. “get yo big ass in the car!” you yell, leaning over the console with your forearm.

“damn, i’m trying!” he says, finally compressing his body into the passenger seat. you giggle and turn the car on, using your knuckle to insert your key. “why do you wanna go to the hair store with me?” you ask, backing out of the parking lot and driving around a few corners. “because you always get so excited over going and i wanna see what it’s all about.” toji shrugs, a grin appearing on your face when you see the sally beauty sign. “okay okay, don’t let me get nothing else out here ‘cept for some rubber bands.” you say to toji, him nodding along with your words. you take the keys out of the engine and get out, making sure you have everything on you. as soon as you walk in, you’re hit with the smell of hair gel and track glue. you slowly walk around the store in search of rubber bands and occasionally another wig…or a pair of lashes..or some press ons…

“just rubber bands, pretty girl.” toji chuckles, watching you throw other beauty products in the basket.

“yeah yeah.”

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a66-1 · 2 years

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HIIIII yesh me again i was listening to music right now and i just thought of something what if (ok so two ideas actually) number 1. what if reader wore roller skates 🛼 to work an they played tag with sunny an the kids an kinda danced in roller skates to show sunny number 2. what if reader was listening to music on skates (at night cuz we love moondrop) but like had there headphones full blast an cant hear anything an just dances around the daycare with skates on an moon is loving the free show he's getting omg side note what if moon had a thing were he could have skates omg i feel like he would chase reader around like in a game of hide an go seek tag ANYWAYSS LOVE YOUR WORKKK💕💕💕🧸🧸🧸

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Paring(s): Sunnydrop/Moondrop x GN!reader

Warnings: Light cursing (owo) And uh.. Not too bad lol.

You ran into the daycare, about 5 minutes late, with a huge and heavy duffel bag in tow. Sun skips over to you.

"What's in the bag?" He hugs you quickly. You grin, like a child thats stolen candy.

"Get the kids all together, I got a surprise!" You peck him on the cheek. He giggles a little, and calls the kids to gather around. You ask the kids if they know how to roller skate. Most of them say yes, and excitedly open the bag. Sunny is still ecstatic looking, as he always knows how to vibe, but he looks a little confused. You and Sunny help some of the kids get their skates on, and off most of them went off.

"So what's this for?" He leans down to you, as your putting your skates on. You shrug.

"For fun!" You say.

"Yeah, I get that, but.." He pauses and watches the kids spin around and run into each other, zooming around.

"You've never seen these before?" You ask, smiling. You have a plan.

"No, surprisingly. It looks fun!" He says, sorta grasping the concept. You sit him down and then putting on his own pair (you made it yourself to fit on top of his shoe((yes it does exist)

"Cmon, lets join them then!" You laugh softly as his stumble to stand up. You grab his hand and slowly guide him around, showing him how to move around.

Being a robot gives you a slight advantage. Your smarter.

Obviously-

He understand the concept perfectly, and now is picking up children after zooming by them. The kids laugh and enjoy their exciting day. Sun turns to you, and if he could grin, he would. You looked at him, a little bit confused, and then he was off. Like full speed at you. You didn't have a quick enough react time, and before you knew it, you were speeding with him.

He didn't even wobble- This bitch just picked you up at full speed.

"Hi :)" He says, as you fixate yourself on him, holding on for dear life. (He's going in an infinity loop around the play places)

"I'm not 7 dude, slow the hell down before one of us dies. Most likely ME" You say, your legs wrapped around him. He huffs, and slows down, and all the kids giggle and whisper to each other. You get down and frown at Sunny. He laughs, and skates back to the kids.

After the kids grow scarce, you manage to get out of Sunnys cuddles and go grab your night guard supplies. [flashlight, faz cam, etc.] You look around, making sure no body was really still here, and you dashed upstairs to the main stage. With your skates in hand, you find a place to easily slide them on. You slowly manage to make your way to the stage from the stairs, and then you look into the empty seating area. You know nobody's watching you.

You had the perfect song to dance to. You started off the music, and you were off!

Moon had been wandering around, searching for you. Now, he did know about the rollerskates, but he didn’t know exactly what they were.

Information gets mixed up with sun and moon A LOT.

You didn’t realize this, but you had an audience. Moon had successfully found you, and thought that he would get a free show. He loved watching you dance. You looked so free.

You were too blind to notice Moons silent claps towards you, until your music came to a stop, where you took a little bow.

You heard actual clapping. You look up and see Moon sitting there. You turn red and laugh awkwardly. Moon walks over to the egde of the stage.

“Hey, bud, you think I could get a backstage pass to meet this incredible dancer?” He asks, seemingly smiling more. You laugh, and nod. He comes up on stage. He puts his hands on your waist.

“Were you watching me that whole time?” You ask, your arms are now around his neck. He nods.

“Yeah. Great show dude, I got a free ticket!” He kisses your head. You chuckle.

“Well, you have to pay, somehow,” You grin.

“Wow, look who’s being flirty.”

You both laugh, and decide to.. Take it back to the daycare, instead of that stage.

To have some. Adult fun, y’know?

And on that note. If you don’t know what im saying, what are you doing on this page or hashtag bro. THANK YOU BUNNY!! I’m awfully slow and uninspired currently, so every person who sees this and likes it, interact with it! Lemme know if this is enjoyable content!!

BY THE WAY, I WRITE FOR EVERY SECURITY BREACH CHARACTER. MIX IT UP A BIT IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST!! :D

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