Boboiboy Elements x Reader Scenarios | Headcanons | Oneshots | Artbook

§ || Cap

A/N: I'M BACK YAAAAAAY :'D Although I am very sorry to disappoint but it turns out I'm gonna have to delay the MMU TVT Turns out it seriously stressed me out so much my mind is constantly at war between writing or resting. And both just DRAINS me either way! Probably because I'm too much of a perfectionist and began having doubts of the content I'm making and it feels like trash :'''DDD I am so sorry TVT

So for now, Imma just do your requests. They're a lot more fun to do ^^ AND KEEP YOUR ROLEPLAYS COMING. I LOVE READING THEM >:V

(I am also sorry if this seems rushed—)

REQUESTED BY: ultimatedancer11037
_________________________________

QUAKE

To be a good older brother figure, Quake usually sets a good example for his younger brothers to mimic —not like they would all the time, but they look up to him because of it— and one example of it is to keep your things tidy and well kept and organized!

So why can't he find his own hat?

Quake shuffled through the dressers and closet, and sighed. He swore it was right next to him on his nightstand.

Where could it have gone—?

And then a certain call took him away from his pondering thoughts. "Quake! Breakfast's ready!" Your sweet voice rung through his ears and he smiled, and turned to you. Maybe he could search for it la—

Or, well, maybe he could find it now.

A snort was his response to see his beloved cap sitting right on top of your head, before he walked over to you to ruffle your hair, to your frustration.

"Quake! My hair is a mess again!" You pouted up at him.

"Why else do you think I wear a cap?..." He whispered. Is he actually a little insecure about his messy hair or—? "But you suit it pretty well." He smiled, an arm on your shoulders before he gave you a quick peck to the side of your forehead.

THUNDERSTORM

'Where is my cap?'  If he said that aloud it would've seemed like he tied the troublemaker trio in separate chairs while having a serious interrogation with them in a secluded room but, no —as much as he wants to—. Something happened, something was off today. Ain't nobody in the world would have the guts or care in the world to have stolen his cap—

"Do I look like you yet?" He turned to see you at his doorway, making a curious expression before the blood rushed to his face.

Well, nobody but you, apparently.

"Idiot— where did you get that?!" He yelled. But you not handling abrupt loud noises well, you made a tiny, fearful squeak which made Thunderstorm bit his lip. He should've toned down the question..

"I-In your room?" You mildly shook under his gaze as you brought the bill of the hat downwards by the tip, hiding your eyes in reminiscence of him—

F-Fudge no— n-no wHY?

"Stop doing tha—" He was about to say, but he stopped himself. Clicking his tongue and walked away out of the room as he left you dumbfounded with his new statement when you were about to take off his cap, before his hand halted your action midway.

"No, keep it." He whispered.

SOLAR

Maybe he was too intrigued into his experiment today. Maybe that's why he didn't question why you suddenly stopped squealing or making embarrassed flustered noises at his remarks and advances. Maybe he was too busy trying to solve certain equations to get the result he wanted that he didn't notice how the top of his head felt naked.