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Hi! Idk if ur still taking requests for little snippets, but is it possible to request a little snippet of NJ helping Loui with his messy curly hair in like- a hot day where humidity is a bitch? 👁️👁️

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As a guy with curly hair most times, humidity is such a bitch and happens whenever it feels like here in Jersey, no consistency. So this hit close to home lol.

Hot and Humid (The Worst Combo)

Every door in the state house was open, along with the windows. The Southern States were out barbecuing and the Northern States were suffering, except New Jersey.

It’s not like Jersey liked the heat, it was a pain in the ass, but it did mean he could go swimming and get good southern food, so he can’t complain too much. The problem was the humidity, it was ungodly humid out. Jersey knew humid intimately but this was ridiculous.

Almost every state was either in the pool or on the side relaxing or barbecuing. Almost. The only state that wasn’t with everyone was Louisiana, which Jersey would understand if it wasn’t for the fact that this is weather Loui would absolutely be in.

Jersey was about to go inside to find him when his name was called. Standing in the doorway was Loui, his hair frizzy and messy, looking just as miserable as most of the NE states felt.

Louisiana only had to say one word and Jersey would be at his beck and call. “Help”.

Jersey dragged Loui to his(Jersey's) room, looking at what products he had that could work, he realized he was severely lacking and would need to get more stuff again. He gave Loui a juice box and the tv remote and got to work.

Hair was hard, especially curly hair, it’s hard and annoying at the best of times and at the worst it’s near impossible. Jersey was basically an expert in all things hair but he was definitely wishing that Loui had come to him in the early morning before the humidity got too bad.

It took two hours but Jersey was able to put Loui’s hair into cornrows, that way if he wanted he could go swimming with the others. By the time the two got back outside some of the food was ready and it somehow got hotter and more humid, but at least now Loui’s hair wasn’t a mess.

(And if there was some magic involved to make sure his hair didn’t get affected by the humidity again, then that was between him and the demon he calls his friend).

I wrote more, for some reason I wrote more, thats it -_-

New Jersey-

The Garden

The StateHouse garden is probably among the best in the whole country. Containing every single state flower and regional based plants, it’s truly a sight to behold, but it wasn’t always like this.

The original garden was pitiful, pretty much every plant was dead and overall just ruined the backyard. When some of the states asked Gov why it was like this, his answer was that he had no idea and the states are free to do whatever with it. Jersey took this answer and ran with it.

He basically banned anyone from going to that part of the backyard, and would barely be seen during the following weeks, when he was seen he was covered in dirt and mud. Then he started taking states aside, asking them questions about their state flowers and native plants, if the state didn’t know Jersey sent them on a quest to find out (because really you should know this by now it’s your own stat-).

Some states started to get concerned that Jersey wasn’t getting any rest, they never saw him leave that area of the backyard, and when New York heard about this he dragged Jersey away and forced him to take care of himself.

By the time the garden was almost complete it had been 2 months.

When the states got to see the area for the first time they were blown away, everything was done in a way that made sure that it was not only done state by state, but also in a way that made sure every flower and plant had the correct conditions for them to thrive.

No one knew how he did it, but Jersey was able to make everything look cohesive while still feeling like every plant got the spotlight. It felt like he took every chaotic thing that made America America, and made it better and cohesive.

He showed them another thing as well, a food garden and greenhouse, the greenhouse was already there when the states moved in but had been in disrepair, and the food garden was Jersey’s little side project, despite the fact that it wasn’t little and was basically bigger than the main garden.

In the end the garden is the one outdoor space that the states can properly relax in without arguing with each other, and whether that’s because of the garden itself or just a little bit of magic, is up to you to decide.

I'm going skating but I decided to whip this up before I left sooo ENJOY!!!

New Jersey-

Play Fights

Every region has their own thing that they do as a fun competition. The West Coast does comedy nights, where they see who can make the most people laugh. The South has what they call Hunt Offs, to see who’s the best hunter. And the Midwest likes to do cook offs, with the South being taste testers.

The North Coast has play fights, multiple rounds through the course of two days, normally held on a weekend. This includes Maine all the way at the top of the North Coast, all the way down to Florida, which allows for a larger roster.

It started as just a thing the New Netherland area did, over time it expanded to include the whole of the North East, then Delaware wanted Maryland to join and soon it spireled to the whole North Coast.

Of course it started out friendly enough, everyone tended to go a bit softer on Georgia since he isn’t nearly as rough as everyone else. Then North and South Carolina would make a bet when they fought, which had Pennsylvania open up a proper betting pool. The play fighting weekend always ended up with everyone sore to all hell and back, saying to themselves to never do this again and specifically never go up against New Jersey again.

Jersey was strong, while it didn’t visibly look like he could pretty easily lift 400 like it was 20, he could. However he often forgot just how strong he was compared to everyone else, it wasn’t like the rest of the states were weak but when compared to them, Jersey was like a powerhouse.

He isn’t too sure as to why he’s so strong, especially since he normally comes off as looking like a twig, however he did believe it was most likely something demon related. He knows his own demon, not father, father is no slouch in the strength department, and Jersey also knows that he could easily get his strength up more. 

It’s not like he wants to hurt the others, he really doesn’t, sure it’s a bit funny to have Northie pinned down after five seconds of fighting and sure it’s amazing to be better than Yorkie, but it doesn’t make up for the fact that he’s hurting friends, people who are basically his family.

Despite him being significantly stronger than the others, he never has actually won before. He always gets in his head when up against Yorkie, always ends up hurting him the worst, always dropping out after and just watches over the betting pools. 

It’s basically tradition at this point for Jersey to tend to everyone’s wounds after this, whether it’s early in the games or he and Yorkie were in the semi finals, it doesn’t matter. 

Jersey has a big heart, a big heart that can’t bear to see him hurt his family, so he’ll try to make up for it. Cooking for everyone involved, taking care of their wounds if Rhody brought a knife again (seriously he has got to stop doing that), just generally being a nicer person for a good week before he starts to go back to normal.

The next time the play fighting happens, the same thing will happen again, a vicious cycle that Jersey can’t snap himself out of.

So I added a fanfic snippet part to the google doc, wrote one for Jersey, Cali and then York, and York's the only one I want to share at the moment. Maybe I will share the other ones if asked but for now it's just this, ENJOY

New York-

Sleep

New York liked to sleep, it was peaceful and calming and he didn’t have to think about everything going on around him, it was the perfect break from his ADHD mind. However sleep did not like him, he wouldn’t be able to sleep for days until he basically passed out.

Mass was able to figure out that because NYC is the city that never sleeps, New York can’t really either. The two figured out that as long as he keeps up with a routine, he should be able to get to sleep easier and faster, though having a routine has its own problems. 

Table meetings could happen very early in the morning sometimes, and if York had to go to those meetings it would screw his whole schedule up. It wasn’t until one night where he finally was able to have a solution.

It was pouring out, rolls of thunder after flashes of lightning happening what seemed like every second. York likes the rain and thunder, it was calming, especially when the wind was loud, it was easiest for him to fall asleep. 

This was not the case for New Jersey. Jersey hated storms, wouldn’t be able to fall asleep until it was barely raining anymore and that wasn’t even consistent. He used to like them, though not as much as York did, but after hurricane Irene in 2011 and hurricane Sandy the following year, he could never see them the same.

This is why it wasn’t all too surprising to hear hard knocking on his door, opening it to find an exhausted and wet faced Jersey. Letting him in and onto the bed, the two sat there for a long while until York heard light snores coming from the other.

New York sat there even longer just thinking, hearing the rain start to die down he felt himself start to tire. He wasn’t feeling particularly tired before, but now, with Jersey laying on top of him as peacefully as someone afraid of storms can, he felt just as exhausted as Jersey had looked. 

For the first time in a few days, New York found himself able to sleep with ease as the wind slowed and the constant thunder and lighting became less and less. 

The two didn’t speak of this afterward, they never tended to when it came to storm sleepovers, York preferred just to remind him that he’s always free to come over if he can’t sleep, this time however Jersey said that the offer was mutual. 

York thought this over a few nights later when he couldn’t sleep and desperately needed to. Making up his mind, he snapped over to Jersey place, knocked on the door and waited for a moment before it opened.

When Jersey questioned why he was here York only said “Wanna have a sleepover?”.

I'm actually crying from this. It's too good, god help me 😭😭😭

Fic: Becoming Belonging by sahiya

You know why I'm posting this. This is too damn funny to me.

Okay. This is my headcannon now. Tony will 100% chase DUM-E around his lab with a screwdriver after DUM-E dropped paperclips in his new iron man suit model

That was rude Tony. >:(

New ADAMJF fic <3

Adam was going to turn on him. He wanted to believe the genuine look in those electric eyes and the loving smiles he gave him and the laughter, but with every passing day, it got more and more difficult.

Adam was going to turn on him. Maxwell was too difficult. He wasn’t a good enough friend. There were too many times- too many close calls- and even though they had hugged it out in the ring, when he was alone he would cry about it.

Adam was going to turn on him.

Max picked at his nails. He was being made a fool out of. And when Adam would turn on him he would be laughed at. Mocked for finally trusting. What’s more, he even was foolish enough to consider Adam his best friend. So stupid! How could he let his guard down like that?

He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Steadied his breathing.

i love my boys so much guys, please read! its like 2k words

Finally, he had time to himself. Time to process. But it was weird. He couldn't think about it. He tried- Max's yelling, his betrayed face, his tears. It all felt weirdly out-of-body. He would have to watch the video later. His mind was so blank.

He took it as a blessing.

Within the time that he stared outside the window, Adam's mind drifted to the pleasurable thought that he was a complete genius. Max hadn't suspected him- not even for a moment. Those late nights where he held Max in his arms, scratched his back and stroked his hair and listened to him talk about the Devil until he fell asleep. He'd been underestimated, flown under the radar under the guise of love.

Max hadn't seen the smirk on Adam's face as he raked his nails through his short hair, had no idea he was lying on the chest of his greatest enemy in that moment.

hurt myself writing this so yall gotta see it too :(

Max recalled the events somehow just a little over two hours ago, of finally winning back his title from Wardlow, who had turned on the Undisputed Kingdom when Adam's ankle had finally healed enough for him to return and he had confidently asked for 'his' title. Max scoffed to himself at the thought, wondering how Adam could have been stupid enough to truly believe that Wardlow would actually just hand over the glorious Triple B like it was a football. It was dumb, uncharacteristically dumb for him, as Max had learned. And he had indeed learned it the hard way.

The betrayal at World's End was only a few months ago and yet the wounds were, as much as it pained him to admit it, still raw. Max hadn't trusted anyone since then, no. He had come back from his injury, his shoulder healing seemingly fuelled by the pure sting of betrayal, and he reclaimed his name. Slowly, slowly, but surely. His hair was shorter again, the sides buzzed; he was a man of dress shirts once more, having taken fabric scissors to those Better Than You Bay Bay and Double Clothesline t-shirts a long time ago. He donned his trusty scarf, having burned his favourite clone because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Adam's scent off it. He was, once again, in all purposes but physically, the Devil. Who needs a mask to show it? In all truth he was technically a babyface, but would he still hold those intrinsic values Adam had edged into him? Hell no. In this company you couldn't trust anyone, and Max hated himself every day for many months for not maintaining that strong view despite Adam. Adam's manipulation, his fucking game. No. Max worked best on his own. He was a true champ, and no one would ever take that away from him again.

a little snippet of a fic im working on because worlds end stuck a knife in my heart that i haven’t been able to pull out yet.

TheVoidVoyager on ao3

oh boy.

nsfw//

“Suck me off.”

And Max just looks so pathetic. He uses his wrist to try to wipe his eyes red, blotchy, teary, and fixes them on my dick, blinking wet eyelashes. I hear him sniffle.

“What’s wrong, Maxie? You don’t wanna suck me off anymore? You used to leap at the chance.”

He lets out a sob and screws his eyes shut, turning his head to face the floor.

I gently run my fingers through his hair and I definitely don’t miss the keening sound that comes from his throat. He misses my touches.

Out of habit, he shot a glance to the bed beside his and was somewhat surprised to find Jimmy asleep instead of Sami for a split second. He walked past his brother, sprawled out on top of the covers. Solo noted how comfortable he looked. For a moment he stood there and watched. Jimmy was probably dreaming of… unicorns… and ice-cream… or whatever someone like him might dream about. Solo didn’t know. With a shrug and a soft sigh, he walked on.

-snippet of chapter 9 from Cant Go Solo

YALL idk why i just reminded myself of this random bit where solo just cannot perceive his brother’s thoughts and personality and thinks jimmy dreams of unicorns and ice cream 🫶

Solo picked at his nails, just looking straight ahead while Sami’s eyes were on him. He was silent.

“I just need you to know that I’m sorry. We can just forget it ever happened, okay? I- I clearly misunderstood what was going on between us, but that’s okay, we can just go back to how it was before, I promise.”

Solo, still silent, drew his legs up and hugged them to his chest. Only then did Sami notice his eyes were watering.

“I- I’m really sorry, Solo, please don’t cry.” His fingers twitched, aching to just wrap around Solo in a hug, but he didn’t want to touch him when he’d already clearly overstepped boundaries

-snippet of WIP ch.10 of my fic Can't Go Solo

You are loved! Take all the time you need. ♥♥♥

ty :( <3 in the meantime have a snippet of Cant Go Solo bc i feel bad

Solo’s heart felt like a pin cushion. He’d never felt like that before in his life, he didn’t know how to deal with it. He tried to force his mind to forget about the kiss. But… it was his first kiss.

He’d always valued kisses. Kisses from his brothers, kisses from his parents, kisses from Roman. He remembered with the faintest of smiles the way his older twin brothers used to kiss a cheek each and have Solo smushed in the middle. There was a picture of that somewhere… Solo remembered his own pouty lips being squished between his cheeks and his wild, curly hair sticking up in contrast to his teenage brothers’ short hair. He never knew how to receive kisses, so he always just stood there and let his family kiss him.

But that time was different. When Sami kissed him, he wanted more. He wanted to give back. He wanted to thank Sami and kiss him again. He’d never felt anything like this in his life.

So now that Sami was distancing himself, Solo felt horrible.

not to blow my own cock but what kind of drugs was i on when i wrote this paragraph

Looking himself in the mirror, Roman swore he saw God. He smirked at the fruits of his sinister labour. Solo was so loyal that he would choose him over Sami. He scoffed at himself, grinning at his reflection proudly. Of course he would. What reason would he have had to disobey him? Roman washed his face and brushed his teeth, delighted knowing that his dog was so dedicated, certain that he would even Samoan Spike the ginger if Roman commanded it. Refreshed, he strode back into the room and gestured for Solo to get up. He gave him a one-armed hug and a kiss on the top of his head (eliciting a small smile from the young man) before they left the room together.

-from ch9 of my fic, 'can't go solo'

i love writing their guard dog/tight leash relationship

oohh what if i post little snippets of fics on here??

..."Why are you forgiving him after all he’s done to us?! Oh, I know this one too, Uce. Because Roman’s been manipulating you since you was a little boy!”

“Jon, please…” Jey almost whispered, unconvinced that his brother had even heard, but tears were now spilling over his cheeks because Jimmy was scaring him. The younger tried to pry his hands off his shoulders without much effort. He knew he didn’t like being grabbed like that, he knew he didn’t like being yelled at, he knew-...

sneak peek of a new fic im working on 💅💅 (hint: im obsessed with evil jimmy)

this is actually part of ch2 from a fic i havent even posted yet