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#my autocorrect keeps correcting cove to dove and it’s making me wanna die
kodakorpse · 2 years
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it just occurred to me that i literally just saw you on instagram idk when exactly but it was recent
anyway- may i request something for mc doing cove's hair, or anything related to it? have a good now, too! 🌊
okay hello gamers i can write again so i’m doin this frfr (sorry it took so long homie LMFAO)
shout out to this ask for breaking my no writing for 6 months streak :party:
no specific step, just as long as cove has long enough hair
not beta-ed or proof read (i wrote this in 20 minutes)
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The night outside lay still as Cove and yourself sat in the living room of your home. A cheesy movie played in the background as the two of you chatted, occasionally breaking conversation to make fun of said movie.
“Dude, he’s such a fucking idiot, why would he willingly jump into that thing?” You asked incredulously, smacking your forehead with your hand with a sigh.
Cove snickered, shaking his head at your exasperation. His ponytail swayed side to side at the movement, which caught your eye.
“Hey Cove? Can I do with your hair?”
The random question made his eyes widen a bit, his hand automatically going up to his hair. “Uh, sure I guess?”
You smiled deviously, going to sit up on the couch from the floor where the both of you hand been previously sitting. Cove eyed you nervously at your immediate change in expression.
“Under the conditions that my hair stays the same length and colour as it started.”
You simply smiled with faux innocence, gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of you. “C’monnnn, sit downnn,” you encouraged. Cove folded under your stare, sighing and scooting to sit between your legs.
You tugged the hair elastic from his hair, watching as it fell from its confines. For a moment, you sat and just stared at the green, thinking about what you should do. You could be nice and just brush it. Orrrr… you could put it into Sailor Moon buns.
The second option was the obvious answer.
“Stay here, I’ll be back,” you stated, standing up and leaving the living area. You grabbed some bobby pins and elastics from your moms’ room, shoving them in your pockets.
When you re-entered the room, Cove was miraculously still sitting there and giving you an inquisitive look, head cocked to the side a bit. You pulled the small box of bobby pins from your pocket and shook it menacingly. “Weapons of choice.”
Cove groaned, which you decided was from excitement.
You sat back down as you scrolled back to the tutorial you remembered seeing a few days ago. After successfully fishing the video out of your camera roll you got to work.
You followed the tutorial closely, with complaints from Cove:
“You’re pulling my hair.”
“That’s how you get it to go where you want it.”
“Ow, those bobby pins hurt.”
“It’s so it stays!”
“How many bobby pins are you going to use? They’re jabbing into my head.”
“Shh.”
Finally, you finished, beaming at your hard work. You fumbled to take out your phone, opening the camera once it was safely in your hand. “I’m done! Look,” you exclaimed, handing Cove your phone.
He blinked at the screen a bit before turning his head to get a better view of the style his hair had been beaten into.
“Hey, that’s the way that one anime girl has her hair,” he pointed out, gently tugging at the ends of the hair that stuck out from the bun. You nodded happily. It was a lot less neat as your would have liked it, but it made the both of you laugh until Cove took the hair accessories out and returned it to his normal ponytail. Boo.
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