#hairdresser AU | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

crabsnpersimmons · 3 months

Text

Tally

had this idea for a drabble to share a bit more on Moon’s upgrades in the hairdresser AU, since there was some interest about a certain detail mentioned in my previous post (that "last part")

Word Count: 1,567

Read time: ~8 min

some content warnings:

descriptions of body dysmorphia including descriptions of skin picking, which borderline self harm on a metal robot body—i took a lot of creative liberties to translate the signs and symptoms into a robot experience, so it isn’t meant to be the most realistic depiction of body dysmorphia disorder, but just a head's up just in case

descriptions of memories of past traumatic experiences

just angst overall

that’s all i can think of, but please let me know if there’s anything you’d like me to add!

“Home sweet home~!” Eclipse warbles once Moon opens the door to their small apartment. Without missing a beat, he bends down and slips through the door frame, with his precious cargo still on his back.

“Clip! Put me down first!” Sun cries from his position in their little piggyback. He scrunches himself closer to the taller bot’s back as they pass through the threshold, his sunken in rays only barely missing the top of the door frame.

Moon chuckles as Eclipse makes a bee-line for their box TV. It’s the same every day, but he never got tired of it. After closing up shop for the day, they returned home. Unfortunately Sun’s legacy code prevented him from moving about in the dark. That didn’t stop him from trying each night after closing—marching with his eyes glued to street lamps until he ran out of light. Then Eclipse would carry him the rest of the way to the bus stop, where he’d just stay until they got returned to their apartment. The lights of the hallways would stir Sun back awake, but Eclipse always insisted on carrying him the rest of the way to their door—just as he always had since their days in the daycare.

Different city, different space, different jobs—but Eclipse never seemed to change.

Still carrying Sun with one set of arms, he plops himself down in front of the TV and pulls out his game controller with other set. Once Sun extracts himself, his free hands immediately reach for the other controller.

As the old game system is booting up, Moon moves to make a quiet escape.

“Moon,” but Sun knew him too well. “Bedroom.”

There is a whir of fans before Moon responds, “Aye aye, captain.”

No sooner had Moon entered their bedroom that Sun had joined him. Their room was always small—they could only afford so much with their combined income—but it always felt smaller when the sunshine bot cornered him like this.

Silently, Moon turns around, not looking his counterpart in the eye. Instead, Sun extends his hand into his field of vision, waiting. This is not the first time, but it never gets easier for either of them. After a beat, Moon lifts his own bulky hand and places it in Sun’s slender palm. Sun gives him a gentle squeeze before rolling up his counterpart’s sleeve to reveal his blue arm, marked in fine silver trails.

There is a brief pause before Sun leads Moon to their ensuite bathroom and sits him down on the closed seat of the toilet. He looks away for a brief moment just to take out his amateur tools from the drawer. Just a collection of things he has scavenged for basic upkeep. Of course none of this was in his programming. But just as he resolutely marched under streetlamps, Sun pushed his code to its limits to keep them afloat. He sits down on a nearby stool and gets to work on Moon’s right arm where six thin trails shined against the royal blue.

He gets to work and there is silence between them. Before there used to be angry and desperate cries. When Sun discovered his first scar, he insisted he go to parts and services. But they both knew he wouldn’t go back there. Never.

So they had to improvise—and that is what they have always excelled at. Things got easier in that regard after the PizzaPlex had burned down. They could finally leave those walls, leave their troubled past, carve out lives for themselves, care for themselves. They lucked out finding the Boss when they did and now they can do honest work and get paid and live. Finally live.

But still their troubled past stains their new lives. The PizzaPlex may be a long forgotten memory, but they still bear scars and quirks that run deeper than chipped surface paint or legacy processes. Despite all these years in this body, Moon still bumps into things, miscalculating his size and reach. All it took was a bump against his utility cart this afternoon to make him acutely aware of the arm that is not his. The ball-joint neck that cannot move the way he wants it to. The clunky fingers and the foreign nails. They are not his. They are not his. And he is thrust back into the brightly light cylinder, waking up again to a body that isn't his. Waking up again to a role he never asked for. Waking up with piece of him missing. Wondering if the body he remembers is just a dream and he needed to learn to wake up, wake up, wake up--

“You’ve got to stop doing this.”

Sun’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts—and he knows this. Perhaps that’s why Sun is always nagging him. To fill his head with something useful again.

“Some of these scratches can’t be buffed out, and there’s only so much I can do,” Sun works on a light scratch on his left hand.

“And you won’t see a mechanic,” Sun tuts.

“No.”

“I know,” Sun sighs, letting go of the scratch. It’s barely visible now, the kind of imperfection you would have to know about and intentionally look for. The kind that Moon keeps a tally of. His body is covered with tally marks that only he can see.

“But either you stop or I will take you to the mechanic… or,” Sun’s hands drift down to Moon’s hand, holding his fingers gently. “…I disable your retractable claw function.”

“Ha,” the short laugh spills out of Moon before he can think to stop it. “Not when I’m the only one who can give proper hair washes.”

There is a slight pause before Sun pulls his hands away and lightly knocks Moon’s head. “Well, if your claws are sharp enough to carve metal, I don’t want them anywhere near our customer's heads. Besides, we have Sunshine who can help with that now.”

Moon hums uncommittedly, staring at Sun's handiwork at erasing his. Out of the corner of his eye he notices a sway in Sun’s steps as he puts away his tools. As much as Sun pushes his code to the limits and watches over him, Moon also watched out for him. They were, after all, once one. No one knows them better than they do.

Moon’s hand rises up Sun’s arm. “Bed time?”

“Yeah,” Sun says wearily. Even with the lights on, his battery was running low, after a full day of work, walking under street lamps, and fixing Moon's mistakes. The least Moon can do is play this role—a role he gladly performs.

Moon nods as he reaches out to steady Sun before connecting to their shared internal chat.

M: Clip. Sun and I are going to sleep.

E: K.

S: Don’t stay up too late. Make sure you charge up.

E: K.

With that, Moon helps Sun to their bed. They could only afford a one-bedroom apartment, and even then their landlord definitely wasn't too keen about renting to three large robots, and their lack of credit history. It was only thanks to a referral from Boss that they landed the place. But they couldn't complain. There are robots, the don't really need to sleep in bedrooms, but they had one so they might as well use it.

Moon assists Sun into bed before stepping back to get the lights. He watches as Sun plugs in his charging cable in before lying down on the pillows. His eyes never leave Sun’s as darkness falls on the room.

There is the familiar whirring sound of gears moving as rays retract and metal shifts colour. If Moon closes his eyes, he could almost feel those gears in himself. Grinding away. Putting Sun in his nap. And him waking from his own slumber. Him coming alive. Waking in his own body.

S: Moon.

There he goes, filling his head again. Even when powered down, Sun still watches over him. Moon hums in response and shuffles to the bed. His eyes never leave Sun as the bed dips from the added weight, as he slots himself up next to Sun. One arm slips under the gap between his neck and the bed. The other goes over, holding him in place. His legs find their place behind the bend of Sun’s.

His upper hand rubs circles on the familiar surface. Where these hands had left scratches on blue metal, they now caressed the smaller yellow surface.

Different city, different space, but at least he can still hold his body. Although it is not the same colour, it still feels like he remembers. The slenderness of the forearms. Every fine joint in the long fingers. He pulls Sun closer, if only to be closer, if only to be himself again.

But a hard pressure against his chest stops him every time.

Behind layers of clothes, the inflexible metal underneath always keeps them apart. Never flush together when they are in this position. It will always be there to jab into his chest every time he tries.

A reminder of how far he’s fallen.

thank you for reading!

want something to cheer you up? go and check out the meme art i shared yesterday! Moon is there to hug that sad away!

want more heartbreak? look verrrry closely at moon's arms in that meme art (or if it's hard to see the image description in the ALT mentions it)

#fnaf moon #fnaf dca #dca fandom #New Do Same You AU #hairdresser au #oh man my hands are so cold i'm nervous #i don't usually share my writing #but this is good practice if i want to write and share the full fic eventually #so i hope you like it!#don't worry sun and eclipse have their own fair share of trauma #and with trauma there will eventually be triumph even just the smallest bit there will be #might share a silly drabble next to balance out this one!#we'll see we'll see!#crab writes

41 notes · View notes

pearlpugly · 1 year

Photo

WANG WANG! 🤣

#dmbj #wang pangzi #wang can #ye piaopiao #piaopiao #hairdresser AU #fancomic #nightxshadexcomic

24 notes · View notes

romeoandjulietyouwish · 1 year

Note

ok but the line in your fic "it’s settling long now, she should ask Vax if he can come over this weekend and cut it for her" it's got me begging for an au in which vax is a hairdresser and all the girls go to him to get their hair done and gossip

omg I love that so muchhhh

He probably would have the nicest little shop on main street and it's really just him working there. And Pike is his first and most frequent customer with a regular appointment every month. And one day she brings her friend Keyleth with her and oh my goddd he falls for her immediately and he absolutely adores doing her hair.

#hairdresser au #critical role #vox machina #lis makes hcs

10 notes · View notes

vinlynn · 2 years

Text

Omg. I can't. I'm. ANYWAYS– heres some stuff I wrote down for my brianrot over ginger Etho, plus emo Mumbo and hairdresser Beef!

Etho wanted to dye his hair to white/platinum when he was a teenager because his friend, Beef, said he would be good as one. Cue Etho saving up money from a job so he can get his hair bleached over a course of a few months to get the perfect white while also trying not to go bald in the process.

People mistake Ethos white hair as his natural hair colour and when they see younger pictures of Etho without white as, thinking he dyed his ginger. So Etho dyes his hair back to ginger to try it out because it's been years since he saw it and lived as a ginger for a while. He lives as a ginger for about a couple months because he doesn't want to stress his hair out too much before he dyes it back to being white.

Beef, seeing Etho get his hair dyed and having to pay a lot because of the process, decides to become a hairdresser when he gets out of high school because he wanted to help his friends out. But since he's still in high school, Beef practices dying hair at home from learning from his local hair salon as a student worker during the summers as a clean up boy and helper.

Cue Beef graduating and going to cosmic school and learning how to cut, dye, and style hair of any kind, and getting popular on YouTube so he can try and open up his own shop. (Kinda like Brad Mondo). And as he gets more popular and making more money, he's thinking about getting his own shop, when the owner of his local hair salon comes to him and asks if Beef wants to own it now since he's getting too old. Beefs is thrilled and gets the salon.

Mumbo listening to bands such as mcr, idles, fob, p!atd, Metallica, siouxsie and the banshee, green day, joy division, etc etc because he was going through a phase where he listened to a lot of alternative bands and learning the culture of it (goth, emo, metal) and mixing them together with his everyday life, as a teenager. (So like, emo Mumbo lmao).

So cue Mumbo wanting to dye his black and trying to dress more alternatively. As he grows older, Mumbo continues to dye his hair black where people think that black is his natural hair colour and mistaking his blonde roots as him wanting to dye his black hair blonde.

So, small run down is that Etho is a ginger but bleached his hair white, but then later changed it back to ginger to try it out.

Beef became a hair dresser because he wanted to help Etho out.

And lastly Mumbo, he had an emo phase and he never fully left it.

#suzie writing :]#hermitcraft #mumbo jumbo #ethoslab #vintagebeef #long post #hairdresser au #i gues??#i am going to write it a story later though ao might as well

7 notes · View notes

kharti · 2 years

Text

[ Diddle Where You Work #8 ]

( first | prev )

The next morning, Stede whistled a happy little tune as he took the steps two-by-two into the salon, even giving a little click of his heels when he stopped to unlock the door.

( Continue reading on AO3 or... )

The next morning, Stede whistled a happy little tune as he took the steps two-by-two into the salon, even giving a little click of his heels when he stopped to unlock the door.

He paused when he found it already unlocked. He had absolutely locked it when he left, even made sure of it while Ed had laughed at his doubling back to check before they got on his motorcycle.

He pushed the door open and startled when he saw Lucius sitting in one of the salon chairs, a menacing smirk on his face.

"Oh! You're here rather early," Stede said, trying to smile, but Lucius's expression had him on edge. "Is everything all right?"

"I know what you did last night." Lucius's eyes flicked over him, and his lips twitched. "And I know who you did."

Stede felt heat crawl up the back of his neck as embarrassment clawed up his throat. "What?" he squeaked and clasped his hands together. "How?"

Lucius uncrossed his legs and stood up, one hip jutted out and a hand on it. "Pete saw the biker guy lurking outside, so we hung back to make sure you were okay."

"He wanted a shave," Stede mumbled, fidgeting where he stood. "I obliged."

"Bitch, you got laid right here in the salon." Lucius laughed as he closed the distance between them and put his hands on Stede's shoulders. "The CCTV caught everything."

"Everything?" Stede repeated in a voice so high-pitched it almost wasn't audible to his own ear.

"Everything up until you left." Lucius grinned. "Give me all the deets and I'll forgive you for all the times you got on my case just for making out here."

Stede gave a nervous laugh and dropped his gaze to the floor. "Yes, I suppose I can't tell you not to do that anymore, can I?" He breathed in and lifted his head to look at Lucius with a soft, earnest smile. "Can I tell you everything over tea? I could use a cuppa if I'm going to divulge how I took someone twice in one night, and again in the morning just an hour ago... and plan to again tonight."

Lucius clapped his hands as he grinned a proper cheshire grin. "Oh, hell yes, babe! Have some tea, then spill the tea."

📚 view a list of all my current stories!

#our flag means death #ofmd #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #alternate universe #hairdresser au #ed x stede #diddle where you work - hairdresser au ficlets

2 notes · View notes