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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? đď¸đď¸
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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.
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.
Itâs 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 canât 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 wasnât with everyone was Louisiana, which Jersey would understand if it wasnât 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. âHelpâ.
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, itâs hard and annoying at the best of times and at the worst itâs 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 Louiâs 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 Louiâs hair wasnât a mess.
(And if there was some magic involved to make sure his hair didnât get affected by the humidity again, then that was between him and the demon he calls his friend).
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 liked to sleep, it was peaceful and calming and he didnât 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 wouldnât 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 canât 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.Â
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 wasnât 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.Â
This was not the case for New Jersey. Jersey hated storms, wouldnât be able to fall asleep until it was barely raining anymore and that wasnât 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 wasnât 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 wasnât 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.Â
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.Â
The two didnât speak of this afterward, they never tended to when it came to storm sleepovers, York preferred just to remind him that heâs always free to come over if he canât sleep, this time however Jersey said that the offer was mutual.Â
York thought this over a few nights later when he couldnât 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 âWanna have a sleepover?â.