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[cowgirlcherrie]

georgia canned peaches — ⋆｡°✩ 🐎 cowboy! ellie

pairing: cowboy! hitwoman! ellie x black! fem! reader. wc: 5.0K

synopsis: on the run was Tennessee’s peach, who trades a life of discomfort for security with a Texan stranger

warnings: 18+, MDNI! mommy issues, slight religious trauma if you squint, heavy touching, ellie has an accent, mentions of death and loneliness, heavily inspired by Bones and All ( minus the c*nnibalism and gore), dom! ellie, domestic! ellie, heavy use of petnames (peach, sweetness, sugar, doll), stranger danger lowkk…, mostly angst with a dash of fluff, mentions of weapons, killing, black feminine coded reader, running away, taking care of injuries, injured ellie (so mention of blood, bleeding),

━━━ ♪ peach & georgia by kevin abstract

a/n: heyy everyone!! here's a quick lengthy one-shot for cowboy-ish Ellie! if you enjoy it babis my ask button is open and I'm always accepting requests if you want headcanons, etc, but enjoy!! ⊹˚. ♡⊹˚. ♡

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Mama didn’t raise no bitch! Or a conniving little thief either. 

You tested that theory. Your hands became sticky with anything remotely flashy. Perhaps that was how you found out how to survive on your own. Times like this you wondered where you would be if your mama had just been a perfect Mary Sue. Made dinner, taught you how to wash your clothes and braid your hair, tucked you in at night, and just maybe taught you how to be better than a man. But now you were alone, in the hot Texan heat, and it felt like a smack to the face. Similar to her handprint the night she let you loose and hissed that you are on your own. You didn’t wanna cover the bills anymore or hear her bullcrap about how it was Adam and Eve — not Eve and Eve. You grew tired, and so did your feet that seemed to get you as far as you were now. Perhaps it wasn’t smart to smash your piggy bank taking the $500 dollars you spent bussing tables to go and a messenger duffle that could fit 3 heads. No plan either, which was significantly negligent, but your sticky fingers got you farther than you ever could, and they made sure you were fed. 

That would explain why you were stealing in a gas station grocery. Crouched by the nonperishables stuffing anything and everything into the duffle bag. Georgia peaches, check. Canned pineapple, check. Dried beans and nuts, double-check. You weren’t exactly careful, but the place loomed with unfamiliar faces who certainly were too full of themselves to stop you. So you kept going, a first aid kit for the bruises that were forming on your knees and sewing material to fix the rip in your jacket. Well not your jacket, but your dad's jacket. Brown thick cotton over your shoulders to cover the long dress you were in, it was a smart decision. The jacket kept you warm on the desert nights, and it made home in your hands during the day. The little pockets are perfect for stuffing loads of crap you don’t need. With the crack of another can hitting the floor, it paralleled a shiny brown boot. Drenched in leather and gold detailing as it smacked the tile. Left foot – right foot – left again. Your eyes followed the trail of feet, ignoring the can that rolled away from you as a hand reached down to pick it up. A roughened, bloody, feminine freckled hand. Now the mystery girl was looming over your figure, in an authoritative stance, as if her ego had been bigger than her height itself. But she was also bleeding. Her right arm clenched to her hip as blood seeped between her fingers. 

“Yers’ drop somethin’ peach?” The accent sent a shiver up your spine. It was thick and unfamiliar but maybe the word peach, at the end masked her roughness. You now made eye contact with the girl, green eyes looming into yours as you shakily took the can of peaches.

“M’sorry that was my bad,” you mumbled taking the peaches back and tucking them into your chest. You couldn’t slip it back into your bag now, next thing you know she would yell THIEF! and drag you by your collar to the front counter. But the woman was in such poor shape to do so, her freckled face wincing ever so slightly with every movement her body made. She was a cowgirl, you’ve heard all about them in the papers but didn’t take them for the real deal. Her hat told you all you need to know, brown to match her thick belt and blue bell bottoms. Oh, she was the real deal.

“Could ya be a doll n’ grab me a kit” The woman groaned out, pushing her body weight in front of you. Her standing position contrasted yours that was crouched down, at eye level with the material. “You’s a real catch ya know? Put the peaches back in. I know you were stealin’” This made you freeze. Fuck!Fuck!Fuck! Your brain shouted you were screwed.

Your hands now moved slower reaching for the kit in front of you, and you suddenly realized how overly close the woman was to you. Almost blocking your field of vision from anything to your left. You ignored her statement, as you shakily lifted the first aid kit to her hands. 

“Peach…you are a delight, but now you listen,” The woman didn’t take the kit, “A camera has been pointed at ya for the past 5, and now you got Tina’ at counter watchin’ ya. You are gonna live up to bein’ delightful and pay for this one thing” The woman was scrounging in her pocket and you took the moment of silence to think to yourself, you had barely any money. $500 was something you needed to make stretch.

“What?”

“I don’ take you for a fool, I’m Ellie, and I mean no harm.” Ellie took off her hat placing it over the left side of her chest at her heart, giving you a simple nod before putting the dusted brown hat back on her head. Ellie this time put a stained $10 bill on top of the first aid kit that had been suspended in the air by your hand. This action made you stand up – eye level with this time. Noticed the girl has a height to her, her figure looming over you as you stood.

“Give me the bag [what?] your bag sweetness! we don’t got all day, dammit I’m hurt” Ellie stated bluntly. There was no more time for jokes or stealing any more Georgia canned peaches. There were better things to worry about. Like the fact that you can go to jail for stealing and Ellie who was bleeding out in front of you. You slid your brown bag off your shoulder handing it to Ellie who swung it over her left shoulder. 

“Go see Tina with ‘er blonde hair, act sweet, say your visitin’ family. If they ask, say the Williams Ranch, she’ll give you no hard time” Ellie started as she was giving you instructions, “When ya finish, keep the change, meet me at my car I’ll be outside. You get your bag – I fix my wound, and you get the fuck outta town.” Ellie finished. This time her look was stern, and aggressive as if she was testing you. Testing your loyalty, your honesty, your act. She wanted to see how you worked under pressure, she wanted you to suffocate from fear. All you could do is nod, swallowing harshly, as Ellie turned her body walking down the Isle to your left.

You took the initiative to make your way to ‘Tina’. Ellie was right, the blonde had been suspicious of you. Asked you all the questions that Ellie said she would, but she backed off once you mentioned the Williams Ranch. Handing you the exact change of 0.50 cents and a hospitable smile, saying “Have a great day.” Tina’s defensiveness changed with one simple title. This made you wonder how much authority Ellie had over the place, questions flooding through your brain as you pushed the door and walked out, being met with the setting sun.

The sun was getting low, and there wouldn’t be a motel for another mile out. Sure you could do the walk but you weren’t guaranteed anything. A whistle brought you out of your trance, belonging to Ellie who this time had a toothpick between her cushioned pink lips, as her body leaned against a ran down red car, with muddied wheels. You jogged over this time seeing that your bag was missing from her shoulders rather this time in the passenger seat of her car. 

“Here you go, what you asked.” You pushed the first aid kit into her hands like you’d done back in the store. Ellie mumbled a thank you, as she nibbled on the toothpick. This time, taking the kit and putting it on the hood of the car. 

“Yous’ as quiet as a mouse, but orders ya take well…Peach could you help me patch up, I ensure you a place to stay and food in return – all comfort no lies…” It took you time to think about it. What did people call this…southern hospitality? She was sweet to you despite not really knowing you but the situation was still tit for tat. You do for me, I do for you. Wax on, Wax off. You weren’t gonna say no to a place to crash, where you didn’t have to worry about the faucet being broken or water barely coming out because the bill wasn’t paid. You were certain her bills were paid. 

“Yes, please…uh thank you!” You exclaimed as you began to dig through the box, taking out a bottle of water from your coat pocket, also stolen using it as a hand wash and something to clean the area, temporarily where the wound is. “doncha thank me just yet, you’re just getting started, peach.”

 Ellie was surprisingly still gentle with you, taking her time to crouch into the backseat of the car, while you sat next to her with the kit on the center console. Ellie took her time to untuck the white button-down shirt, as her hands shakily fiddled with the buttons. Due time, her snail speed started to irritate you making you smack her hands away doing it yourself. The exchange was silent, but you preferred it to keep the awkwardness at bay. Ellie shook off her white button down, leaving her in a white tank top — Ellie this time took the initiative to roll the tank top up to right below her boobs allowing you to wince at the large gash on her hip.

“Holy Sh—”

“I wouldn’t say that—”

“Not my first Rodeo” Ellie continued as you poured water on the wound making Ellie grit her teeth. Tilting her head back as whimpers left her mouth at the sudden coldness. All of it was hard to do when you’re in the back of a car trying to patch up a borderline dead woman. But before you could ask any questions, Ellie took the initiative to do it herself. 

“W-Where you headed, whats yer’ story?” Ellie grimaced through the pain as she held her head against the headrest, pants escaping her lips at an alarming rate. “God…I’m sorry,” You hesitated, you couldn’t even answer one simple question, your hands shaking at the blood that was covering your hands as it just wasn’t slowing down.

“Jeez– I hope a lil’ blood don’t scare you peach, I woulda done it myself baby,” Ellie hissed, trying to stay moderately sweet as she was now gripping onto the door handle, her right hand finding its way to your thigh, squeezing for the endless support. That’s when you noticed her tattoo, a death’s-head hawkmoth, and vines. Beautiful, yet chaotic, she had a story. Ellie squeezed again your thigh again making you look back at her. “Eyes up here baby [sorry] where [shit] ya’ from?” You couldn’t lie, the rifle at the back of her car taunting you. If she wanted to kill you she certainly would have done it by now. She wasn’t a threat, and she proved that in the store.

“I’m from Tennessee, I’ve been traveling on foot. I’m runnin’ away” You confessed as Ellie nodded her head in response, Your accent was slight, barely noticeable making more sense in Ellie’s head at why you struck her as different. Your beautiful brown skin glowing under the setting sun, you were a beauty to her. “Figured, how old?” Ellie questioned as you continued to stay frozen, eyes on her face to continue the conversation. “21” Ellie nodded again. 

“Thought so, 22” Ellie responded. There it was again, the tit for tat. 

“You seem like a good girl, far away from home aren’t cha. What’s wrong with yer family? Perhaps your mama?” Ellie tilted her head watching as your face transitioned from bliss and tranquility to fear and panic. She knew she struck a nerve, your mama was the problem. She didn’t wanna pressure you, hell it didn’t matter now. You were on your own, like a scared little lamb that has been deterred from its family. Possibly you were the black sheep, different from the rest. Ellie, once again, didn’t wanna pressure you. 

“You look like you need someone to take care of ya, don’t worry Peach I’ll take care of you” Ellie whispered, her voice all velvety like icing a chocolate cake. Smooth and sweet with care and caress. Ellie was unlike others you’ve met. Or any ex-lover you had. This time you weren’t afraid to let her in or take care of you. Hell you wanted that, you’ve been craving it for all years of your life while you had to do it for others. Maybe it was time someone exchanged the favor. The good karma bell rang in your ears, as a smile tugged at your lips.

“Make sure you cared for, if you let me” Ellie whispered some more, her hands this time traveling to your waist, giving a gentle squeeze, to which you could only hum in response. She was a charmer and knew all the right words to get you sunken in with her. Mama always said to not trust strangers, but why didn’t she feel like one? Her scent was intoxicating all you wanted to do was lean down and sink your pointed fangs into her shoulder, hearing her cry of satisfaction while she continued to call you Peach. Peach…Peach…Peach. You liked that name, no one called you that but considering that's what she handed you when you first spoke, it didn’t run as a surprise. 

Ellie squeezed, “Words, sweetness?”

“Yes” you squeaked, which probably sounded oddly sexual now that you thought about it. Unholy thoughts plague your brain at the sight of the Texas beauty in front of you. Realizing your task still was unfinished you got back to work. Hands working fast as you took your time, threading the suture thread through the needle as it came in contact with the flesh that was Ellie’s loose and separated skin.

Ellie wincing as you dug the needle in, and back out with an exhale. It was a semi-shitty stitching job, but you were able to tightly close the wound and stop the bleeding. Ellie didn’t speak, considering she’d risk completely yelling every curse word and potentially scaring you off, she settled on biting the hem of her tank top instead. Thick black lashes coated with tears at the sudden pain and blood crust. You were gentle though, Ellie caressing your waist as you put down a gauze pad, followed by wrapping it with the gauze roll and securing it with the adhesive tape. Patting to let her know that you were finished. 

“Yer’ such a good girl you know?” Ellie cooed as her hands found their way up to your braids, bringing your head down so she can give a chaste kiss to your head. Right…Right… Southern Hospitality. The feeling almost made you cry. Praise, followed up with affection? Like nothing you have felt before – hell you only thought they did that in movies. Ellie, however, was like a movie. Purley a fever dream, you were scared to fall asleep, what if you imagined the whole thing? You were enjoying your runaway escapades too much for it all to be fake. 

“Let’s get the show on the road,” Ellie gave a smile, making her way out of the back, suggesting that you do the same. So much for not trusting strangers.

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Father, Forgive me for I have sinned… it was blurry 

As we forgive our trespassers…still blurry

Trespassers…clear

You were a trespasser, is what you were getting from Ellie’s narration. Over the 30-minute car ride to her Farmhouse, Ellie explained to you the whole ordeal. Her cowboy hat was on your head as you listened to her tell narration of the cowboys' sealant for the townspeople. Why Tina, at the gas station tried to make you a friend. This Texan desert, farmland was constructed with the passage that cowboys and cowboy decedents protect the townspeople from narcs and trespassers, which in this case you could have been either. Debunked neither. It was one of those towns that people suggest you pass, hell probably inquire why it's still on the fucking map.

Ellie confessed that she was also a trespasser, just like you. Taken in by her late found father Joel who showed her how to run the rodeo. How Millers Ranch, became Williams Ranch. It was impressive, your eyes gleaming with admiration. Then it hit you, why she had the shotgun she did bounties on narcs, drug smugglers, the whole ordeal. People who came in to steal, wreak havoc, and destroy the peace. She was the town's grim reaper. She was the one who knocks. You felt faint, as the realization knocked into you like a brick. Nothing was truly sweet about her, that accent was to mask how with one click she’ll hunt like they were rabbits. You were trapped in her cage.

Upon arriving at her farmhouse which was large enough for more than one, it made you sad to see. She was alone, by herself. No wonder it was easy for her to drag you into her company, human interaction seemed obsolete out here. A dim light shown from what you assumed to be the horse stable, that was rather quiet as the nightfall had put you at ease. You held your jacket to your body tighter at the sudden gust of wind, hearing the weeds brush against each other — almost screaming in the wind. You held tightly onto your bag while Ellie limped past you, with the white button-down rested over one shoulder. Fiddling with the keys in her pocket. 

“Shoes off at the door, watch your step,” Ellie spoke up as she opened the door, you were hit with the sudden aroma, it smelled like fresh wood, pine, and just a hint of freshly baked cookies. It was how you pictured going to visit your grandmothers to be. Warm and welcoming. Complying with her wishes, you took your boots off, leaving you in mix-matched socks with funky designs that you have bought out of quirkiness. Ellie found this amusing. White ones to contrast your colors, the two of you had a lot of differences. But for the lack of similarities came an understanding. A mutual grounding between the two of you. A grey area. Ellie was behind you this time, taking her hat off your head, hooking it onto the wall, your thick jacket as well, and placing it on the hook beneath it. 

“Welcome, home” 

Now that made your stomach curl, you didn’t know what home is, besides yourself and your belongings. Attaching your home to people, not places. It was a wave of worry and fear that hit you. Your feet stuck as it felt like someone took a hammer and nailed your feed to the wooden floors. It was lively and well-decorated for someone that lived alone. Breaking free from your sinking feet you started to observe the living space. There was art, tones of it, stumbling across a photo in the bookcase of a much younger Ellie and an older man with salt and pepper hair who you had presumed to be Joel. The name fit his face well, A small smile creeping up to your face at the closeness of the two. Ellie seemed happy – carefree now that you look at her, that happiness seemed sucked away from her life, she didn’t smile quite like that anymore. Not until you cracked jokes in her car and made her laugh.

“Ya thirsty peach?” Ellie questioned her voice coming out muffled as her figure was far away in the kitchen area, hearing as the refrigerator closed. “I’m good, thank you though.” You put the photo back where you found it, following the trail of her voice. She was very trusting for a stranger, you were already infatuated with the woman, yearning for more. Yearning for her to give you a taste or perhaps a touch. Now you were sitting on her marble countertop, placed there by Ellie as she moved quickly around the kitchen pouring herself a glass of water from the glass pitcher, drowning it all in one go. She wiped the falling water around her mouth with the back of her arm eyeing you in the process, Ellie laughed. You knew her for a short amount of time, but long enough to know that laughter from her was rare – take it as a compliment, you thought. 

Ellie made her way over to you, her hands now on your knees, moving them further apart as she pushed her body in between her legs. Her arms resting on the counter space behind you,  trapping you in her arms.

“Mama didn’t teach you no good...to trust strangers? Oh…Babygirl you’re dangerous” Ellie scolded, laughing as you give the girl a doe-eyed look – your hands finding a  home on her arms. Wrapping your hands around her biceps, as your thumb move up, down, and in a circle. 

“I figured if you were gonna kill me, you already would have done so.” You mumbled as Ellie’s face got a lot closer to yours now. You can see the freckles that decorated her cheeks, her hydrated pink lips from the water she just had, the slit in her eyebrow, and her eyes. The piercing green forest that was her eyes, but it was beautiful, reminded you of the trees that you had seen when you walked. The storm that was your life, before Ellie became your superhero, the knight in shining armor. She saved you, and you owed her big time.

“Bingo! I know you smart peach, and that’s why imma tell you once, listen t’me real good.” Ellie specified, bringing one arm up to grip your chin gently, not allowing you to look anywhere else but herself. Ellie seemed possessive, maybe she lost too many people or her lack of social interaction but she didn’t want to let you go, and you could tell. She needed you just as much as you needed her, a packaged deal.

“You don’ trust nobody that ain’t me.” Ellie began, “Someone’s overly nice to ya’ you tell me. Mean? You fuckin’ tell me. Both don’t fly with me baby, if it ain't from me” Ellie finished, letting go of your jaw to which you nodded. Ellie was a fuckin’ force to be reckoned with, It was like digging into a mystery box, you were unsure of the flavors and layers she had to herself. Hell, she could be manipulating you and you wouldn’t even notice. Hospitality for comfort or comfort for hospitality, it all looked the same.

“Ay Ay, captain!” You playfully military saluted the girl, making Ellie roll her eyes at your statement, you were exceptionally fun. Which Ellie didn’t have anymore...fun. If you classify a night at Typsy Bison as fun then so be it. “You hungry? I can run you a shower before you eat – it’s leftovers if that's alright with yourself?” Ellie questioned and that’s when it hit you, you’ve been traveling afoot all day, and the thought of even having a meal slipped your mind, but you were famished, stomach lightly growling at the mention of the word food.

“I could use food, yeah — as long as there’s no cheese.” You challenge making Ellie back away this time as she took out a glass plate, a fork, and a knife. “No cheese sugar, but something to get you settled – I always have dessert peach if you want that instead?” Now you felt like a kid in a candy store. Dessert was a rarity and boy did it sound delightful right now. Ellie smiled as she watched the way your eyes gleamed at the mention of dessert.

“Got a sweet tooth huh?” Ellie smiled, making you laugh in return. You did have a sweet tooth, anything sweet was enough to bring a smile to your face. That’s why you had a love for canned peaches. The taste reminded you of peach pie that you would get at the diner as you worked a closing shift. Sitting at a booth as you devoured a piece of peach pie, it was heated, like a warm hug in the winter. You cried every time you had a piece. It reminded you of all the good things in life – like how good your mother could be. 

“I hope you have pie” you pleaded, making Ellie nod her head. “You aren’t pressin’ yer luck! I got an apple pie from a good friend of mine, I think you’ll love it – not too sweet, but fillin’” Ellie smirks in satisfaction as she placed one hand on her hip. 

“Let’s run’ya a shower” 

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How were you supposed to explain to Ellie why you were crying? Pajamas that you stored in your bag resting on your body as the matching white tank top and light blue shorts attached to your frame — you just had the best shower you’ve ever had in a while. Not only was the water hot, but it didn’t cut out every five minutes, and the faucet wasn’t leaking, everything was comfortable, perfect. Ellie herself took the time you were in the shower to clean up herself, now in different clothing —  a white t-shirt and plaid pajama pants that clung to her body nicely. The two of you sitting at the dining table as Ellie watched you eat the warmed pie, a tear fell from your eye with swiftness. Ellie’s gentle gaze transitioned into confusion and eventually fear as she watched you cry. 

“Oh god, wait!... I’m sorry” you laughed in between sniffles, taking the back of your hand to rub your face.

“Jeez, I thought I did somethin’ sugar” Ellie exaggerated holding her hand over her heart as if someone pierced an arrow through it. Now it was your turn to reveal your story, like how you cried every time you ate pie, specifically with peaches. It made Ellie give a small grin. Feeling as though she did something right in her life where she wasn’t playing god,  It was wholesome that’s for sure. The redhead found it odd, but it was a sweet moment and she understood it. Ellie’s smile fell when she noticed the clock behind your head striking 10:30pm making her frown. The good times she was having at the moment were coming to an end, for both her and yourself. 

“You go’n watch the tv til your tired, I have some business to take care of before tomorrow” Ellie didn’t wanna scare you, her business was taking the grey cloth, as she wiped down her guns and reloaded them for tomorrow. She didn’t want to give you the wrong impression.  

“Can you watch it with me?” You inquired, ignoring the part where she said she had business. 

“I’m cleaning guns.”

“So? You don’t scare me cowgirl” You wiggled your eyebrows as Ellie snatched the empty plate from your hands, placing it in the sink as she let the sponge soap up to wash the plate clean with hot water.

“Fine. I see you jump – I’m goin’ to another room, I don’t mix business with pleasure” Ellie confessed as she was less focused on you this time. You chose this time to leave the dining area, entering the living room as you hit the squared television's 'ON' button. It was small and run down, similar to the one at your moms before you left. You pulled at the antenna to catch a signal. The static glitching before on came Looney Tunes. You enjoyed the show finding amusement in the animals chasing each other and the crescendo of the music at all the right moments, it was comical and amusing. You spread your body out on the couch, laying on your side as you watched the television in silence, laughing every few minutes at something that you found funny. Ellie walked into the room with a black box and 3 guns in her hand. The redhead gently settled down the weaponry, being careful not to startle you, as she slipped into the seat on the far left — your legs now found a home in her lap, Ellie gently sending a rub at your legs. If someone walked right in, they would assume the two of you were probably married for some years now. 

“This okay?” Ellie whispered as you mumbled a “yes” while your focus was still not on her. Ellie could see that you were getting tired, the way your eyes were low, and your breathing slowed down. You were at peace with yourself and with Ellie, this was one of the times when the silence was okay, a mutual serenity, and understanding — everyone was mindful of each other and it was pure love and bliss.

Ellie eyed your figure as your eyes fluttered shut, this time you were sleeping, fully this time letting yourself melt into the softness of the couch as Ellie reached over to her left to grab the blanket and drape it over your sleeping figure. This was also the time she finally got started on cleaning her guns, knowing that you were relaxed and cared for. Ellie wasn’t sure what she was doing, She felt vulnerable and that was rare, but she was doing what she said she would. Taking care of you, like you were taking care of her. You saved her life, and she saved yours, tit for tat.

Ellie in this moment craved nothing more than your lips on hers, perhaps your teeth to graze her flesh, biting…hard into her – wanting to connect and morph bodies. She craved for your love and your intimacy, she wanted you to love her bones and all. Ellie wanted you to love her past, her insecurities, her mistakes, and her wrongs. You were too good for her, she knew it, but there was nothing a sweet peach like you couldn’t fix. 

[bellysoupset]

Heyy soupppp! You tagged you were requesting for Bell and Luke so maybe this could work? 😭

Luke is hanging w the guys, Jonah, Leo, Vince, and he’s already pretty out of it, and he falls asleep while the rest are playing video games or sm (idk)

When he wakes up it’s dark, he’s sweating, and he pukes on the floor. His fever is so high he’s delerious, crying, and finds Vince, he takes his temperature, panics, gets Jonah and decides he needs a hospital?

xoxo

No hospital in this one, sorry, but I think I got everything else!

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Leo was sure they were doing this for his benefit and part of him thought he should be embarrassed, but he really wasn't. He had missed spending time with his friends so much, Leo couldn't care less what had motivated their little "boys night".

It had been almost a full month since everything had gone down and he was back into therapy twice a week. His boss had pulled him aside asking if there was something she should know, thanks to his week long absence leave he had taken, but when Leo had brushed it off as just a family emergency, coupled with a hellish flu — an excuse Wendy had been happy to corroborate as his "doctor" —, she had left him alone.

His coworkers weren't as easy to convince, Leo had caught Sandy, Dean and Chuck whispering and all three of them had approached him separately to ask if everything was okay. Chuck seemed convinced it was something related to Jonah, judging by how he had squinted when Jon appeared to pick Leo up, seeming incredibly confused as if he had made up his mind about them breaking up, when nothing in reality supported that rumor.

"Yo," Vince slung an arm around Leo's neck and pressed their foreheads together, "get out of your head and help me with the beers."

"I'm not in my head," Leo bitched, following Vince to the kitchen, "I'm thinking- Oh, hi baby," he dropped to a crouched down position, finding JD happily eating away her food. The cat rubbed her head lazily against his hand, before getting back to the task, ignoring his pets.

"I said help, not come pet the kitty cat," Vince groaned, grabbing multiple beer packs and passing them along to Leo, "thanks- Luke's late. Amazing how he's never on time."

Leo snorted at the whining, then started tearing up the beer packs in order to plant the bottles on top of the table, while Vince hummed a song under his breath, making the snacks. He had shown up earlier than everyone, with his arms filled with grocery bags to prepare bruschetta and other Italian goodies.

Despite the music playing, Vince shared Leo's musical taste and they had been secretly playing Kit Howard since Luke wasn't there, they both heard Jonah outside the front door, his keys jiggling and also his voice as he talked with Luke.

"You guys started without us?" Jonah asked, stepping inside and moving straight to their sound system to change the music. No matter how quick he was, Lucas had clearly heard it, because he was frowning as he walked in.

"I brought dessert," he said in an annoyed manner, holding up a huge box of cupcakes. Behind his back, Leo cringed to Vince, gesturing how annoyed their friend was.

Vin planted his hands on his hip, "fucking finally guys, we almost lost the game!"

Leo was having a blast. They watched the soccer game while sprawled in the living room and stuffing their faces and, of course, Jonah and Luke were cheering for opposite teams, so they were yelling bloody murder at each other by the time the game ended.

Vince was down on the ground, more than a little tipsy, playing with JD and giggling, shoving Luke's leg playfully, "oh my god, sit down, you prick!"

"It was clearly a fault!"

"You're such a sore loser, Atwood, grow uuuup," Jonah retorted, planting his fingers in his ears to ignore him and Leo cackled, not lost on him how childish his fiancé was acting.

"Real Madrid would've won if your stupid team wasn't cheating," Luke glared, grabbing a cupcake angrily and shoving it entirely in his mouth.

Leo was shaking with laughter as he heard Jonah start to argue it wasn't cheating if Chelsea was simply superior. Across the room the phone was ringing, so he crawled on the couch to go grab it, giggling as he shushed the other three.

"Yeah?"

"Mr. Wagner? It's Matt, from the front desk-"

"Oh shit, hi Matt. I'm guessing the neighbors are complaining about the noise?" Leo cringed, turning down the music and heard a sigh.

"Yes, sir. I need you to tune it down and to remind you that parties are only allowed with the administration's permit," Leo rolled his eyes, he abhorred this HOA rules, but he knew Matt was only doing his job.

"I know, I'm sorry. It's not a party, we're just watching the game and they got a little riled up. We'll be quiet."

"Thank you, sir! Have a good night!"

"Thanks Matt, you too," Leo hung up, then turned to glare at the group, "shut up all of you, the neighbors are complaining about the noise."

"Him and his stupid fucking team," Luke mumbled darkly, grabbing the cupcake box and sitting down in the couch, slapping Jonah's hand sharply when the man tried getting one.

"I said, hush," Leo flicked at Luke's ear, "the Olympics are on, you guys wanna watch the gymnastics solo?"

"I thought that was yesterday!" Jonah perked up, shoving Luke's head so he could grab three cupcakes and they all settled down to watch the beautiful floor routine from Simone Biles. It was probably the one thing Luke and Jon both agreed on, so they were fairly quiet and the previous animosity melted easily.

After Olympics, they switched up to a video game and it was Leo's turn to all but hiss at Jonah, while Vince and Luke watched, since neither of them cared much about that.

They played only one round of Apex each, then switched up to Mario Kart so Vince could join, at what point Luke had already spread out in the bigger couch and was playing quietly with JD, sulking.

"Don't be a horrible loser, you're not five," Jonah passed him a controller, "stop sul-"

"I'm not sulking," Lucas groaned, pushing the controller away, "I'm sleepy, today was a long day. I think I just wanna sit here, you guys play."

They all exchanged an amused glance, Lucas was definitely sulking. However, they had learned long before to just let him ride out the poutiness, so they kept playing for another one hour and a half, when exhaustion caught up with them.

It was a Friday night, so both Vince and Luke were crashing there, their respective girlfriend (and wife) had their own thing going on, because Bella was going to NYC with Wendy so they could watch the Family Addams play.

Leo yawned, resting his head on Jonah's shoulder, "I think we should call it a night," he was pleasantly buzzed, almost in drunk territory but not quite and every surface felt so soft... He looked to his right, to Jonah, the giggles as he looked past his shoulder and saw Luke was curled up, knocked out, and JD was sleeping almost on top of his head, "that's sooo cute, Vin-"

"On it," Vince didn't need to be told, as he crawled on the rug to get a picture, fixing JD's tail so it looked like a hat on top of Luke's head, "send it in the group chat, Bella will love it."

Leo did just that, leaning fully against Jonah and not missing how burpy his boyfriend was. They stared at the screen expectantly, then Bella sent a picture of them in the traffic jam, Wendy curled up against the passenger window, wearing a sleeping mask and a thick hairband that had cat ears on top.

Bells: they're matching 🥰

Jonah snorted and Vince let out an amused huff, sending a bunch of hearts about his girlfriend, then he yawned, "let's call it a night?"

Thirty minutes later most of the trash was put away and Leo was changed into his PJs. He walked down the hallway to throw a blanket on top of Luke and retrieve his cat, pulling JD to his chest and smiling as he noticed how much she was purring.

Vince was in the guest bathroom, flossing, so Leo leaned on the door and knocked, "I got Luke some blankets and there's extras for you in the guest room-" he yawned, "and the fridge is all yours, you know the drill."

"Ioweeeill," Vince agreed, the words coming out all mangled since he was busy. Leo smiled, patting his friend's arm softly, then turned around to go to the master suite.

Jonah was in bed already, sitting up against the headboard and muffling deep burps against his fist, while JD napped on his lap.

"Beer got to you?" Leo guessed, turning off the lights and shutting the door, crawling on the bed.

"Uhm, it'll pass in a minute," Jonah's voice was all soft, he was definitely a little drunk, "come cuddle."

Leo locked their legs together, pressing his cheek to Jon's bicep and rolling on his side, so he could move his hand between smoothing JD's fur and rubbing his fiance's belly.

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Luke hadn't been feeling well since morning. That was the truth, he had felt pretty damn shitty since he opened his eyes and had even skipped gym, something he never did, in lieu of lying in bed and trying to force himself to go to work.

He had wanted nothing more than to cancel all plans, but Bella was vibrating with excitement about her plans with Wendy so he didn't want her to know he was feeling gross and consider staying behind.

It was the same logic that got him to actually show up to his night plans. He felt horrid, but it was their first time all together since the mess with Leo and Luke didn't want to mess it up. Hell, Vince was driving four hours and missing a cool weekend with his girlfriend for this, Luke could suck it up about the lethargic feeling that kept trying to pull him down.

He had chugged an energy drink on his way there and plastered a smile on, that had quickly turned into a frown thanks to all of Jonah's picking on him, but thankfully his friends had chalked that up as their usual prickliness and laughed it off.

Lucas was feeling almost proud of himself when he fell asleep to the track of his friends laughing and JD's heat near his face.

He should've known better.

Luke woke up drenched in sweat and feeling like his heart was racing, drumming in his ears. He was flat on his back on the couch and was shivering, like they had left the balcony's door open and the freezing night air was inside.

He sucked in the air, feeling more than a little desperate and... Scared? For some reason? Then his stomach lurched suddenly and Luke coughed, nearly drowning himself. He managed to roll on his side in time to retch a large stream of vomit on the ground and Luke let out a pained whine.

His throat and nose hurt, since he had almost choked, and his stomach felt awful. He was sorely regretting everything he had eaten during the night, in his effort to force normalcy. All the damn cupcakes were churning inside and he could taste the chocolate on the back of his throat...

Lucas sat up, wrapping an arm around his stomach and waiting for the room to quit spinning. HIs head felt like it weighted more than it did, lolling to the side and causing Luke to plant a hand over his lips, muffling a wet belch in it.

He didn't want to cause a mess. Well, a bigger mess. Luke grabbed on the couch and forced himself up, wavering dangerously as wooziness washed him over, then blindly moved around the room. His mouth was watering all over again and he couldn't fight a sick burp, which caused liquid fill his mouth, but he gulped it down, all but falling inside the guest bathroom.

It was like his body was painfully aware this was a safe zone, because Luke didn't even have a chance to move over to the toilet, squeezing his stomach as another cramp hit and then coughing, struggling to breathe, when the motion set off a projectile stream of vomit all over the fucking tiles and down his front.

His knees buckled and Luke curled up, more than a little disgusted and humiliated, his thoughts a wind whirl- dark spots clumping together...

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Jon woke up with a weight on his chest and it took him a minute to realize he was looking straight into his cat's big blue eyes. He frowned, blindly reaching to push her off his chest and causing the kitten to meow.

"G'away," Jonah rolled on the bed, still dizzy with sleep, snuggling up with Leo and hiding his nose in the crook of his fiancé's neck- There were whispers outside his door and he let out a sigh, rolling back so he was facing the ceiling.

"What do you mean don't tell Jonah, Luke?!" Vince's voice, louder than a whisper, filtered through the closed door and caused Jon to snort in amusement.

What were the two idiots up to?

He glanced at the bedside table clock, while JD climbed on his lap once more, nibbling at his fingertips when his hand automatically went to pet her. 3:23 AM. Definitely far too late for some secretive midnight snack.

Jonah leaned in, kissing JD between her ears, "keep daddy company," he whispered, before picking her up and slotting her in the little space that Leo left since he was curled up on his side.

The closer he got to the door, though, the less the whispers sounded humorous, turning frantic and distraught... Jonah tiptoed out of the room, hitting the hallway's light switch, "what is going on?"

Chaos erupted.

Luke let out a cry, while Vince shouted "JON!", behind him JD jumped from the bed and came to meow at his feet and Jonah's stomach reacted before he could fully realize the mess in his hallway, causing him to gag.

He swallowed, pressing a fist to his mouth, trying to piece together what was going on. Vince was crouched down in front of Luke, who had fallen flat on his back near the guest bathroom door and there was vomit... Well, everywhere. On Vince's and Luke's shirts, all over the ground near Luke's head, leading up inside the bathroom...

"Please, don't be mad..." Luke whined and Jonah's stomach froze over, not with nausea, but guilt and misplaced anger. He scoffed, shaking his head and stepping closer to the mess, despite his body begging him to turn away.

"What happened?" Jonah crouched next to them and Vince's shoulders sagged with visible relief.

"I- I don't know, I woke up just now and he had already fallen and was throwing up everywhere and- and-" he cupped Luke's red cheeks, "he's burning up, Jon-"

"Grab the thermometer in our bathroom," Jonah instructed, moving his hands so they were in Lucas's neck, "and wake up Leo."

"O-okay-" Vince jumped up and rushed away, while Jonah tried to ignore the way their sick friend was sweating buckets, fever so high he was shaking as if he was freezing.

"Don't tell Jon..." Luke groaned, pressing his forehead to the inside of Jonah's wrist, while the other man checked his vitals. Luke's heart was racing, "please, Vin-"

"I'm not mad," Jonah glared at him, grabbing Luke's ruined shirt by the shoulder and using all his strength to pull his friend sitting up, instead of lying on the groud, "c'mon-"

"Uhm," Luke moaned, Adam's apple bobbing up and down, "don'feel-good..." his words stuck together and he folded in the middle, all but drooling over his lap, "I want Bell..."

Jonah's own heart was racing now and he turned his head to holler, "VINCE, WHERE'S THE DAMN THERMOMETHER!?"

That caused some rustling inside the bedroom and Vince rushed out, holding the little device, as well as the bathroom trash and a bunch of towels, with Leo hot in his heels, although the blonde looked half asleep still.

"Here-" Vince dropped to his knees in the sick covered hallway, mess be damned, "what do I do...?"

"Luke," Jonah patted the other man's cheek, nervously, "hey. Lucas, Luke-" Luke finally opened his eyes, although they were dazed and confused, "look at me. Hey-"

"Jon...?" Lucas frowned, gulping down, "I'm sorry, I- I tried to stop-"

"It's okay, it's okay," it was terrifying to have Luke apologizing to him of all people, "you think you can hold the thermometer in your mouth?"

"Do we really have to? Anyone can tell he's got a fever," Vince protested and Jonah raised a hand to shut him up.

"I- Ye-yeah..." Luke nodded, squeezing his eyes shut, "I don't feel good..."

"We know, buddy," Leo had moved closer as well and was holding JD to stop her from getting her paws dirty, "Jon's gonna help, alright...?"

Luke sniffled pitifully and Jonah forced the thermometer in his mouth and under the tongue, checking the time on Vince's phone, since the man was the only one who had one.

"I'm gonna start cleaning this," Leo decided, squeezing Jonah's shoulder as he got up, "and put JD away."

"What do I do?" Vince asked in a small, worried voice, eyes glued to Luke's face, "this was so out of nowhere-"

"You're gonna help me get him in the shower," Jonah explained, "let's just wait a minute..."

Under his hand, Luke jerked and gagged, pressing his lips tightly around the plastic of the thermometer. He moved a hand to wrap around his stomach, but Vin held his wrist, "no, Luke, your shirt is covered in sick..."

"-urtsss," Lucas moaned, sniffling again and gulping down once more. A thin line of drool started to run from his bottom lip to his lap, as he was unable to fully close his mouth. He gagged and Jonah rushed to retrieve the device, as he heard the disgusting noise of liquid splashing...

It was just in time. Vince shoved the trashcan under Luke's chin and Jonah's hand was barely out of the line of fire as more vomit rushed up and splattered inside the bin.

Jonah glanced at the thermometer, a new one they had gotten after Leo complained about their European device one too many times, and cringed. 103.5ºF

Next to him, Lucas retched loudly once more and Vince rubbed his back in a reassuring manner, although his face was desperate as he said, "Jon!?"

"Lucas," Jonah moved so he could cup his friend's burning forehead and rubbed his opposite arm, "we're gonna get you up, okay?"

Instead of answering, Luke just nodded dizzily, and Vince removed the bin from his lap, wrapping an arm around Lucas' waist, while Jon did the same. Together, they pulled him up quickly to his feet, causing the man to let out a loud groan and pitch forward with a gag, bringing up another mouthful of bile all over the floor, just as Leo returned with a bucket and a mop, causing the blonde to cringe.

"Jesus," Leo winced, "that's some virus..."

Luke shook with a hiccup, which quickly turned into a sob and he crumpled towards Vince's side, hiding his burning face against his friend's shoulder and bawling.

"Aw man, it's okay, I got you..." Vince cooed, rubbing Luke's back while Jonah started to guide all three of them inside the ruined guest bathroom.

Jon side stepped the mess on the ground, gagging harshly himself and stopping in the middle of the way, still squeezing Luke's bicep, so he could spit inside the toilet. The lid was lifted, but the water clear, Lucas had never even made it inside the bathroom.

"Jon?" Leo poked his head inside the bathroom and Jonah shook his head, lips pressed in a line, swallowing down a burp.

"I'm fine," he pulled them further in, inside the shower area. Besides him, Luke let out another hiccup-sob, tears running down his swollen face, completely out of it.

Jonah opened the shower, turning the registers until the water was from lukewarm, ignoring the fact he was getting completely soaked as well, "Okay, c'mere-" he moved out of the stream, so they could hold Luke under it and the man immediately let out a pained yelp, very similar to the noise JD made when they accidentally stepped on her tail.

"Hurts..." he whimpered, sobbing harder, "please- pleasssstop... Why are you doin'this?"

Over his head, Vince looked mortified, and Jonah understood the feeling well. Last time he had seen Luke this distraught, had been back in Christmas when he was sick while in the midst of depression, but even then the fever hadn't been this high.

"You think he had a fever before?" Vince voiced his thoughts, worry coloring his words as he hugged Luke close, all but rocking him under the water, "shhh, bud, almost over."

"Probably," Jonah answered gruffly, turning around and starting to peel off Luke's soaked, sick covered shirt, "there's no way this climbed this high so quickly."

"What can I do?" Leo entered the bathroom, now with three towels draped over his arm, having just ditched the mop, "hallway is clean and living room too."

"Living room?" Jon frowned, glancing at Vince, who looked just as confused.

Leo cringed, nodding, "yeah, living room, I think he woke up sick..." Between them, Luke let out a groan and suddenly stopped crying- His knees buckled and both Vince and Jonah let out a shout as they almost went down with his weight.

"Oh my God," Vince cursed, stepping all over the place and forgetting Jonah was holding half of Luke's weight as he moved to fully grab his best friend, "Luke- Lucas, please, please, open your eyes-"

"Vin," Leo said in a small voice, "Vince, he's coming back to, calm down-" the blonde stepped almost inside the shower area, planting a hand on Vince's back in a reassuring way.

Lucas let out a little moan as he came back to, with Vince still patting his cheek frantically and all but snarling, "aren't you a doctor?! Do something!" at Jon.

"Was-what's going on-" Lucas' voice was raspy, but lucid, and all of them breathed out in relief. Jonah turned off the water, while Luke started to shiver violently, "M'fff-freezin'-"

"Yeah, we're gonna get you dried up," Jonah let go of his arm, side stepping Lucas and Vince, since Vin had a vice-like grip on the man, and as soon as he stepped out of the shower area Leo threw a towel over his head, starting to rub it in.

Jon squeezed his boyfriend's hand, but pulled away, stepping out of the rug so Vince could drag Luke there. The bathroom wasn't built for four men, so Jon was forced to step back in the wet section, while Luke fell sit in the still open toilet and Leo and Vin started to dry him up as if he was a toddler.

"Luke," Jonah wanted to touch him, but there was no space, "when did you start to feel sick?"

"Morning," was Luke's lethargic answer, head lolling with sleep, "I don't feel well..."

"Are you gonna be sick again?" Leo looked up from his crouched down position as they stripped Luke out of his soaked sweat pants, "Luke?"

"Hmmmm... No," he breathed in, "I'm sorry I got sick everywhere..."

"Shut up about that," Jon glared at his friend and Vince scoffed, rubbing the towel vigorously over Lucas' wavy hair, with so much force he was creating curls.

"Let's get him up-" Leo said and Vince was about to do just that, when the blonde shook his head, "you're getting water everywhere, dry yourself. Jon can help me."

"You two can't-" Vince started to protest and Leo glared at him.

"He's our best friend too," he said in a calm, but serious voice, "we can handle him. Dry yourself, you don't wanna get a cold on top of this mess."

Jonah decided he didn't need to explain contagion didn't happen like that, feeling a swell of pride at Leo voicing what he was thinking. He circled Vince, exchanging places with him, and helped Leo get Luke up.

They stumbled into the guest bedroom, which was the closest one. The bed was already unmade, since Vin had been sleeping there and Luke collapsed against the pillows with a heavy sigh, brows meeting in a frown.

"What hurts?" Jonah asked, going for the dresser where they left most of their older clothes for guests, and stripping of his wet pajamas, sliding on some new sweatpants.

"Head," Luke rolled on his side, until his head was resting on Leo's lap and the blonde promptly started combing his fingers through his hair, stroking lightly at Luke's cheeks.

"Like a migraine?" he asked in a whisper and Luke shook his head, while Jonah rushed out of the room to get their first aid kit. Once he came back, not a full minute later, Vince was inside the bedroom, now clad in his spare set of boxers and nothing else, curled up in the bed with Lucas and Leo.

Jon scoffed, pausing at the doorway, "do I need to explain you guys don't wanna catch this plague?"

"Get in here," Leo rolled his eyes, "you can fit right here."

"Are you crazy?" Jonah pouted, planting the first aid kit on top of the dresser and fishing out an antipyretic, as well as a painkiller, "Luke, are you still feeling sick?"

"No," the man's voice was sleepy, as his head was still in Leo's lap and he was being lulled to sleep by the hair pets, "stomach hurts."

"Yeah, that's because you puked things you ate back when you were three," Vince joked weakly, squirming on the bed so he could rest his own head on Luke's thigh and starting to rub his friend's belly, "this alright?"

"Get him to drink this," Jon climbed on the bed, over Vince's legs and handed the pills to Leo. He was planning to climb back out, but then Luke grabbed the cords of his hoodie and Jon nearly faceplanted over all of them.

The bed let out a whine under their weight and Vince snorted, "this thing is gonna go down with us."

"Here, swallow this," Leo pushed the two pills unceremoniously inside of Luke's mouth and caused the man to splutter and almost bite his fingers.

Lucas swallowed with a grimace, then curled up even further, "you guys are warm..."

Jonah sighed, collapsing between all three of them, resting his cheek on his hand and draping his legs over Vince's. Clearly, no one was going anywhere.

Luke met his eyes, little pained lines around them, but no longer the previous confusion, "Thank you..." he closed his eyes, relaxing, as Jon reached in and pushed his bangs back, brushing his thumb over Leo's knuckles buried in Luke's hair.

The blonde smiled at him, then squirmed until he was lying down instead of sitting against the headboard, causing Luke's head to rest fully against his tummy instead of his lap. Vince moved closer and Jonah went boneless, resting his cheek to Leo's thigh and planting a kiss there, feeling exhaustion catch up with him as the adrenaline wore off.

Last thing he heard before fully passing out was JD sneaking back into the guest room and climbing the bed so she could snuggle up against Vince's tummy.

[once-upon-an-imagine]

Heyy I love your writing for pretty much all your characters. I saw your dialogue prompt request was open sooo here I am 😭.

Maybe “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is.” With Charlie (no one writes for him hardly). The man has to have a good amount of scars since he works with dragons.

Have a wonderful day.

omg yes! I love this so much! thank you for liking my writing, love! 🥰 I also agree that Charlie doesn't get the love he deserves so thank you for requesting him! have a wonderful day too! I hope you like this (since I usually have Charlie being the one hurt, I switched it here, hope you don't mind 😊)

"Hi" you smiled innocently at your boyfriend who looked like he could kill someone.

"Hi?" he glared at you. "Hi? That's all you have to say to me? You show up on my door burned, bruised, and with cuts all over your skin and all you have to say is... hi?"

"Um... yes?" you tried, looking up at him sweetly but his glare stayed. “Stop grumbling and just tell me where your medicine cabinet is” you said, walking inside and past him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" he asked as you moved through Charlie's hut, looking for the medicine kit you had used many times on him.

"Charlie-"

"No, I'll answer that. You weren't thinking! Do you have any idea how dangerous what you did was?"

"Really, Charlie? Enlighten me, and tell me why what I did was any different than what you always do?" you asked, getting upset.

"This is not the same and you know it!" he snapped. "You don't have the same training that I have-"

"I have the same training as you, Charles!"

"No! Your job is to take care of our baby dragons-!"

"Yes! And one of your dragons was getting to my baby dragons! So, what was I supposed to do?"

"YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO STAY THERE TO TAKE CARE OF IT BY YOURSELF!" he yelled.

You felt upset that he had raised his voice and he could see it in your eyes as you just stood there with the first aid kit in your hand.

"You done? Got your whole man thing out of the way and you're ready to talk to me and help me now? Or should I just do this myself?"

You sat down on Charlie's table and he begrudgingly followed after a few seconds, sighing frustrated. He grabbed the kit from your hand and grabbed your arm, starting to fix you up in complete silence.

"I'm sorry I yelled" he said after he was done.

"I know" you said with a small smile. "It's okay" you told him.

"What you did was not okay, love" he said in a soft tone, grabbing your hands in his. "I need you to understand that" he insisted. "I can't- I couldn't live with myself if something happened to you" he said as you noticed his eyes watering a little.

"I'm okay, love" you said, cupping his cheek with your hand. "I'm sorry I worried you. I know how that feels" you said with a small smirk.

"I'm sorry I ever worried you like this" he admitted, pulling you to sit on his lap and burying his head on your neck. "I'm so glad you're okay" he sighed, feeling like a weight being lifted off his shoulders now that you were safe here in his arms.

"I love you" you smiled, looking at him to give him a peck on the lips but he pulled away and you pouted. He let out a small chuckle, unable to resist and giving you a kiss on the lips.

"I love you too!"

[ryuseibutgayer]

Yamagishi hurt/comfort maybe 👀,treating his wounds and comforting him after he got bullied or something.

ALSO CAN I BE 🦈 ANON

Hiii! YES YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY BE THE 🦈 ANON! <3 Thank you for stopping by with an asssssk ah! I'm sorry for the late reply 😭 I hardly check this site too much anymore but I'm glad you requested :D I'm so happy to write this for you! I hope this scratches the Yamagishi itch. moment of silence for lacking Mizo Middle content 😔

I'm a little out of practice, so my apologies in advance if this isn't what you'd hoped for

TW: RIP Yamagishi's Left Eye and Cheekbone, Mentions of Bullying, Swearing, and not much else it's just comforting fluffy fluff fluff fluff (also I felt the need to mention a warning for studying for any students who've got shit coming up 🫡 we've all got our own associations with school lmao)

Summary: G/N reader finds Yamagishi after school beat up after a great session of being bullied by the usual delinquents, helps him patch up, and tries to coax him to try and focus more on his goals than status.(Reader, I'm forcing you to walk home from school. You have Yamagishi to accompany you, though :>)

Word Count: ......fuck off

ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴍᴏɴᴇʏ

As per usual, your feet were as tired as your brain. You'd made it to the final minute of your last period, thankfully. And again, as usual, the hallway chaos was to ensure, but you were ready for it because you could walk with your boyfriend to his place for your normal Friday hang-out. Being with your boyfriend Yamagishi after the last hard day of the week was refreshing in its own way, because you were able to soak up the energy you gained from just being around him. He was really a funny kind of partner, but he radiated joy with you nonetheless.

You survived the rush of the halls again this afternoon, so be prepared to see them again next week.

No more schedule, just plain plans. You didn't need to plan much necessarily, either- just deciding whether or not you wanna go out is simple when you live near your boyfriend and friends. After this week, your ears canceled out the sounds of all the screaming kids around you flooding your space and just focused on the low tmp tmp tmps of your shoes. The noise was the only thing you could focus on, and your footsteps followed through with the lead. Tmp tmp tmp tmp tmp until the pavement turned to white, from the school grounds to the sidewalk...to the shoes of your boyfriend.

He shuffled his feet nervously as your eyes traveled up his form to see an anxiously whistling Yamagishi with a bruised face, black eye, and sheepish hands held behind his back. You sighed as he leaned towards your approaching figure, his glasses slid down his nose a bit like the normally do."Heh heh heyy, babe," he greeted and pushed his glasses back up his nose- which you grumpily clamped your hand onto the next second.

"OW!"

Your disappointment was as low as Yamagishi's knees as they leveled with the ledge of the toilet seat in his bathroom, home. "Really, Yamagishi?" You couldn't help but mutter as you bent to reach into the sink cupboards, obtaining his special health kit.

"Come on, don't tell me you're mad," Yamagishi pitched after hearing your mumbles. He DID recognize how bad you feel everything he gets roughed up for being around the wrong delinquents, and he felt a sort if shame he shouldn't. "I'm not mad at you Yama, I'm mad at those fuckin jerks." The thought of those assholes tumbled around your noodle while you wrung out a hot wet rag to clean up his face. "Didn't I tell you to try and keep away from them?"

"I did! I really did try my best y/n, but they're everywhere now," he felt the need to defend himself in the sense of a kid trying to make excuses to their parent. He continued his grumbling- "Those jackets aren't easy to spot 24/7, I've got glasses, cut me some slack..."

"What'd they beat you up for this time?"

"They just wanted some money 'cause they used up their allowances." His head hung a bit low as he recalled why he'd been attacked earlier, which prompted you to raise your hand below his chin.

"Fuck their daddy's money." Who wouldn't spout that on instinct? They fucked up your boy. >:[Your boyfriend couldn't help but snort at the sudden comment and then whince at the solution you'd begun to press against his torn skin. "I mean, it's better than my money."

"Of course," you began to dab the surface of his bruises and scabs on his cheek with ointment before you'd bandage them and snatch a nearby ice-pack to put on the worse side of his face- the one with the black eye. "But I'm extra pissy that they had the audacity to give you that nasty jump the day you had your placement test."

"Riiiight, that test," And all of a sudden, your boyfriend went silent with his bottom lip tucked.

"...........Yama."

"Yyyyyyeeees?"

"....Don't tell me you didn't-"

And then, he caved. "AW CMON! I got beat up and can't even worm my way out of a test? Those guys were real pricks to me, it knocked me down a few notches babe."You could really only sigh and bite your lip as you patched the final scratch. You looked him in his cognac eyes, chewed your cheek and gently patted the last bandage that had been placed on his face.

"I know, and if anyone blames you- even if you blame you for this happening, I'll kick their ass," You felt the need to be aggressively reassuring. "Hey, the next time this happens, I'm gonna bring some friends of mine to deal with them, I'm gonna kiss all of your bruises, just like THIS-" You said with each peck you laid on Yamagishi's cool, bruised cranium, earning a giggle from your boyfriend with each tickle of your lips. "-Take you by the hand to a café at the library, buy us some coffee, and we'll charge right inside to go study. You need to make sure you call me the exact moment when of those shitheads lays their eyes on you, otherwise I can't help you. I wanna be with you in one piece, yknow?"

With your warm smile and bold statements, Yamagishi felt pink flutter to coat over his dark purple and red face, because you weren't someone who called him weak or unmotivated- you supported and showed your love for him, and don't forget even for second how much he takes this to heart.

"....Yeah, I gotcha. I'll try and keep more mind on avoiding them next time, hon." And just like that, your grinning boyfriend was as cheeky as normal- just the way he should be.

"Sorry if you got worried for a little bit there- how about we go cuddle?"

"Mmm, how about study with blankets?" Yamagishi sighed, but he couldn't help smiling. "Sure," he stood up from the seat and took your hand. "Let's go, I'll grab the snacks."

"Yeah alright- and nice try Mr., but you're definitely going to be making up for that text next week."

"Yeah yeah..."

[vyxated]

finally answering asks I've been keeping for a while ~.~

📝 sims2 & chalk'd ui, phone icons & wallpapers, cas bg recolor, font replacement, and some more (reshade & rig helper asks will be answered at another time ;; )

tysm anon!! I had to wrestle a bit with the file to make the taxi image work, and at the end it came out looking super neat! Especially if you have the sims 2's music playing (found a super cool music override that does that). It's such a cool idea, and I've been researching on how to do it 😆 ngl, making cc objects is something I wanna do someday, tho from the looks of it it's gonna take me a while to understand the process lol. If/when I make any breakthrough, I'll be sure to post about it :p (It'd be neat if it costs money too to use the taxi.)

jdfklsjf tysm @hellofears & @oshinsimblr !! I've been doing some final adjustments so hopefully I can release it within this week c:

thanks anon ^7^ you can replace them as long as you have access to the files (pancake1 made a pie menu & wants sound replacement and buurz replaced the in-game music with ones from other sims games). I looked around and found these resources you might want to check out: TS4 Sound Tool, UI sound kit & UI audio instance list

hehe tysm anon! My UI mods won't remove the shop icon so you'll need to grab other mods that do that. I decided not to do it myself to avoid having a new mod conflict ^^

Hii @simplyamazingsims, I've tested both mirroredup & triple mirror and both v3 files are working w/ the latest update. The reflection setting must be set to low or higher for the reflection to show up. You can also try clearing your caches and try removing the resource.cfg file (file will regenerate, and doing this fixes the issue for some). Oh and ofc having other cas backgrounds can cause mine to not show up so make sure there's only one in your mods folder ^^

@claravizeu it's a map override that I'll probably work on whenever I'm in the mood 😆

Hi anon! For the phone icons, I used xosdr's phone icons psd to create mine. For the wallpaper, I haven't found someone who've gathered & shared the files for it, so I'll see if I can do that myself :)

Heyy anon, it's a CAS bg that I made for the previews so it's not available to download. I haven't got the chance to prepare the files yet, but I'll try to find the time to do so ^^

Hey anon, unfortunately the notification wall is associated w/ the texture file that handles most of the UI panels, so you won't be able to remove a specific file to achieve it. I've received a request just like yours so what I can do is share it a separate file later on ^^

Hii as well, it's compatible yes ^^ you can use both mods as they don't have any files in common that conflicts with each other.

heyy @icyaliyah, sorry it took a while to respond! While I don't have plans to recolor them, you can download these pink recolors by estellics & dumbabie ^^ and thank you very much!

Hii as well, it's been a while so I don't know if you're still having the issue or if it's already been fixed. Afaik my mod shouldn't cause any loading issues on its own, as well as if you have the conflicting mod & files present and if you remove the conflicting files. So far, I've not received any reports of this exact issue, so I can't be of help. Sorry if that doesn't answer your question 😅

ahhhh @veone thank you as well for using it ever since it came out!! 🙈

Heyy anon, basically you'd want to only remove the files that conflicts w/ the mods that you do use, and not the other way around. For example, if you use TOOL, you'd want to delete the files in the Additional Files > TOOL folder (either both text and texture files or just the text file alone, depending on which one you prefer). If you don't use TOOL, keep the files be. So, if you only have the UI Cheats mod and none of the listed conflicting mods, then you don't need to remove any files ^^

heyy @swithdream, well very belated happy new year to you as well despite it being april already lol there's an update to the cas organizers that I haven't done yet, and when the time comes that I update those, I'll try to include the psds for all the templates I did ^^

Hii @kneptoone, it's a font replacement using TS3's Helvetica Rounded font that I made & haven't shared yet, yeah ^^ I can try putting it up for download since there isn't one out yet.

Heyy anon, I've been focusing on other things so I haven't yet found the time to work on my older uploads >< I'm definitely interested in doing those, but not sure when that'll be.

Hello anon, tysm! I'll do it at some point but not sure when :x I haven't properly played around w/ CAS since last year :X

[neteyamyawne]

Heyy, i saw that you make stories with grace

Could you please make grace x daughter reader, their relationship mother daughter going to the forest in the avatar bodies, anything else you want pleasee?!?!

A/n : this is so sweet, i love grace so much, I've been an avatar fan since 2009, and grace is still my absolute role model, i was so hurt when she died 😭 i will never forgive James Cameron for grace and neteyam. They were my favourite out of all others (except neytiri and tuk) 😭😭 anyways...

Ma'ite ♡

Pairing : Grace Augustine x daughter!reader

Summary : a day in the life of being grace Augustine's daughter.

Fluff 🤍

❈ Warning : none, just fluff , mention of needle once

❈ Word count : 1.3k , proof read

❈ Note : this made me go back to my 2009 phase, I miss her so much, she would have been such an amazing mom omg, I'm gonna go and cry in the corner brb 😭

"word" - dialogue

Your tablet was pulled out of your hands and you groaned "mommmm, please just one more hour, c'mon" you swirled in your chair looking at her, she just shook her head "nah uh, you've been saying that from past six hours missy, now get your lazy bum to the cafeteria, you need to eat something" you sighed you knew there was no arguing with your mother and she was right, you were studying that specimen way longer than you should have but in your defense it was so mesmerizing!

You sat down next to your mom and max, leaning onto her not really having the appetite to eat mash potatoes and beef that didn't even resembled the actual thing whatsoever,but she nudged you to eat even though the more you looked at it the more you wanted to vomit, so in the end you had a cup of tea/coffee and a bowl of fruits because it was better than puking your stomach out later, and also your mother demanded something fresh to be sent here once in a while. 

Later that day, you were going for the trip of specimen collection in the lush forests of Pandora, you always went on the collection trips because, first you get to drive your avatar and second, your love to explore pandora never died down,  getting into your avatar was the best part of the day, to be able to feel the nature around you and connect with it, while also to smack some scientists "accidentally" because you didn't see them, which was a lie, you saw them but it was more fun this way.

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Trudy flew around the trees, the airs rushing past your hair, the braids flowing in the current, the forest Below you happy and thriving, trudy landed carefully in a soft patch of grass, you bounced down glancing around, your tail up straight waving from side to side in curiosity, your ears up to hear each and every beautiful clicks and sounds made by the forest, making it alive, listening to the hoots and squeaks brought so much joy to you, grabbing your tablet and the collection kit, you walked behind your mom, as she led your way, coming to an halt near a giant tree, she crouched down motioning for you to do the same, and so you did, looking down at the thick root, scaning the area with her device that hanged around her neck, the electromagnetic signals were slow, so the tree can conserve energy for the time of distress, she described the specific physical details of the tree and I note them down, moving to the interior structures, she reached for the compound syringe, specially made for the extraction of the specimen, and pierced the root of the tree, you quickly scanned the pierced area with your tablet, the electromagnetic signals of the tree, zooming in bright lines on the screen, your eyes widen, mouth forming into a shocked smile as you showed it to her, this was new, the speed of transport of the message was way faster than the other samples collected, quickly taking the sample of the root and putting it back into the case and noting everything down in your notebook, you both walked further looking some more.

By the time you stopped collecting the sun was setting, you ended up having a piggy back ride on her back, because your legs got tired from all the walking, this was a daily occurrence by now , everytime you visited the forest for anything, it'd end up with her giving you a piggyback ride, and she didn't mind it either, while you walked together to the helicopter, the amount of samples you both collected today will keep you occupied inside the lab for more than 2 weeks minimum and you couldn't wait to start with them, nearing the rotter craft you gave her a kiss on the cheek and she dropped you off so you could climb into your  seat, today drained your energy levels, but in a good way, you grew up  surrounded by scientists 24/7, so knowing almost as good as them but you mostly worked with your favorite scientist in the whole world, exactly, your mom, and she loved to teach you too, giving the bits of knowledge that even the most qualified scientist below her didn't know. On the way back to the lab, your sleepless endeavors of last night's research sessions were taking a toll on you now, and you knew you won't be able to stay up late with your mom to finish the leftovers, but you'd try to push through it as much as you can. 

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Getting up from your link, you stretched your limbs, yawning as it was almost night and you were up all night yesterday due to the research, walking over to your mom's link you saw her with a cigarette in between her lips, blowing a puff of smoke into the air, you rolled my eyes, here she goes again, the same lecture you repeat to her on a daily basis "mom-" but she cut you short "i know, i know, this is the last one i promise" she signed, you stood beside her looking directly at her you spoke 

"That's what you said yesterday, mama"  you played the "mama" card on her, she always melts when you call her that, rubbing her eyes and the bridge of her nose with the other hand, groaning when she caught onto what you were thinking, finally she blunted the cigarette in the ashtray and threw away the remaining box, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, i won't do it again" you smiled, proud that she was taking such a huge step, you hugged her, after a little victory celebration with gummy bears, both of you walked to your lab where you worked together, you had to get everything set before the new scientists from earth come here tomorrow.

Rolling over to the other side where she worked, you propped your chin on her shoulder "c'mon, mama, I'm tired let's go to sleep" you said pressing your forehead on her shoulder now, she just chuckled "i told you to take rest before and warned this would happen, but ohh do you ever listen to me? No, then why should I listen to you now? Hm?" You huffed, sleep was overpowering you "I'm sorry, i was wrong, i should have slept but now can we please go to our room and sleep while watching a movie? Please please please" giving her the pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, she broke instantly not having it in her heart to say no to you.

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You rolled over, hugging her side as you both settled down on the bed together, she put on your all time favorite movie and wrapped her arms around you, kissing your forehead she said "this is the last time, I'm letting this slide, I won't do it again for you" and you nodded but you both knew she won't do such thing and she would let it slide because well you're her daughter and only your deadlines get postponed. You snuggled your head in her neck as she ran her hand through your hair, by the time the movie got to the halfway point you were fast asleep, noticing this she turned off the screen, gently lifting the blanket to cover your shoulder, pulling you closer to her chest, she drifted of to sleep herself, with you all snug in her arms.

She wouldn't trade this, even if it meant giving up herself, she'd do it without hesitation, you were her world and the only thing important to her in this universe, she can go to any means to keep you safe and protected. this was the exact reason she brought you with her to this base, the only condition she kept against the RDA for her to start working on the pandora mission two years ago, that you'd come with her, wherever she goes you'll be right by her side and you couldn't be more grateful for it. 

A/n : please request more of her, I love her so damn much 😭 I'll probably add more to this afterwards, if you wanna be tagged in my posts, comment on my taglist post for more info check my pinned post.

Yawne : @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbriskett, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @itscheybaby, @jackiehollanderr, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @theycallmesia.

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[c0rvida3]

MASTER POST / INTRO !!!

HEYY !!! My name is Len or Leni (idc which one you use), Though I'm commonly known as Kit or Caliber online! I'm Bigender + Trixic!! I'd heavily prefer It pronouns on me through heart eyes.. I like tvs and i wish to suck screen sometimes

I'm still getting a hang of things here? But I mainly use this as an art blog!! I mainly do OC related pieces, but if you're lucky I'll throw some fandom art in. I don't have any sort of upload schedule so i'm like, so sorry if I disappear or whateves..

My interest in things heavily vary, most fixated as I'm writing this is The Magnus Archives/Protocol, Dandys World (No Support.) , The Property Of Hate, LapFox (you wont believe me when I say no support) , and ToonTown: Corporate Clash !! I'm very ill! Also, my biggest special interest is my own characters, character development, and world building. So expect ALOT of that.

I don't have many art boundaries, just as long as you don't reupload/use any of my pieces for commercial use unless permission is SPECIFICALLY specified. PLEASE credit if you use anything as your pfp, yeah! If you ever want to, i always have my asks open for conversation and questions!!

My tags explained btw for easier navigation GLEE

#corviiart - MY ART TAG!! Finished pieces nd design concepts go here..

#corviidoodle - stupid shitpost stuff idk, sometimes concept art.

#yapsession - Me when I get autistic over my stories or something (I LOVE MY OCS I LOVE MY STORIES I L)

also like, dni if you're a proshipper, comshipper, whatever else weird ship label is out there, pro Isreal, nd like a fucking furry hater. I'm literally a furry dawg SKULL

MORE ABT ME HERE !! >>

[wyrm-clangen]

Heyy, if it’s not too much to ask, could you start adding little descriptions with photos? Or at least the small text? My phone sucks and images are slightly blurry most of the time, so the small text (for example: what the kits said during hide and seek) is hard for me to read often. Ik other people often benefit from descriptions too. If not, that’s no big deal, but I just wanted to ask ^^

Also 🐈 (I love your comic btw. All the little factoids are so fun and the tragedy is amazing)

Oh, no, I wouldn't mind doing that at all! I'm sorry if it's been an issue, but I can totally add some written descriptions starting from Moon 25 on!

Also 🐈 - Riftstar swears up and down that when he was a young paw, he came face to face with a thunderbeast three times as large as any monster with a pelt the color of new snow and thorny vines wrapped around its great branch like horns. Its hoof beats shook the ground and opened up the first tunnel that eventually become the WyrmClan camp.

[vagabond-umlaut]

heyy kit <3 how are you?^^

HEY RINA!! i'm fine, i'm fine 😊😊 just a lil too busy with uni and with my current mcu hyperfixations 😂😂 how have u been, my love?? it's been way too long since we chatted 🥹❤️

[izzy444angel]

Heyy

Since you're an Evan Peters fan I'm assuming you watch ahs so who's your favourite Evan ahs charecter?

Love your blog btw <3

Hiii! Thank you! I love this question, I'm so happy you asked<3 I love all of his characters, so it's hard to pick, but I think I'd have to say Tate, James, and Kit. I love them all, but those are my favorites. Sorry, I can't just pick one lmao I love Jimmy too, but I love the others more

xoxo🩷🖤

[pfffsfic]

Post-Fall Falls False Starts- Chapter 19: The Confrontation Part 1: Out of the Frying Pan Sunny-Side Up

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[NOTE: This is not a new release, just a port of the chapter that was already published on Ao3.]

...You go up to your friend, you tell him, "Did you know you're an amnesiac?" and then when he says, "No I'm not," you say, "Tell me the name of your arch-nemesis," and he says, "What arch nemesis?" What do you do then? But he might not say that. It might be more in-character of him to say, "I don't remember. Wait a minute, why can't I remember?" at which point you're better off than with the "What arch nemesis?" answer but you still have that question to answer. And you don't have an answer. Come to think of it, he isn't very in-character right now...

These thoughts and more swarmed Sarah like flies to honey as she made her way back to Rob.

It was as if he had been replaced with an entirely new person and, with Sarah's usual improvisation limited by her anxious emotional state, her second-best method of conversation wrangling- meticulous planning- seemed both entirely necessary and entirely out of reach. Rob wasn't unpredictable, but right now Rob wasn't Rob.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she asked herself. A good opener. Maybe a different tone would be better. "Heyy," she said, picturing finger guns, "how ya feelin'?" More energetic? "Hey! How are you feeling?!" No, too energetic. "Hey... how are you feeling, babe?" NO WAY. She practiced a dozen alternative deliveries, all woefully insufficient. "Heyhowdoyoufeel?" "Hey? How are you, like, feeling?" "Hey hey. How how do do you-"

"I'm doing fine," came Rob's voice from just ahead as he stepped out from behind a tree.

"AH! You heard..."

"Was I not supposed to? Weren't you talking to me?"

"I was. Well, I was practicing talking to you. Because I have something very important to talk to you about, actually."

"Important?" He cocked his head. "Is this about the humanizer machine? You can use my suit if you'd like. I feel kind of bad for snubbing you. Makes me feel a little evil." He held his stomach and Sarah tried to pretend that was the worst thing she had ever seen him do.

"Nooo, um, not that."

"Let's head back to camp and you can tell me about it, then!"

Rob yanked something off the tree and displayed several clusters of those edible white mushrooms to Sarah, who nodded politely despite not being at all hungry. That was another oddity: Rob had to be coerced into eating those mushrooms every single time, even after eating them dozens of times without issue. Here he was smiling about picking them. Wasn't that better? Better than the needless anxiety over eating something safe? Wasn't this-

Rob wasn't Rob. Rob wasn't Rob. It didn't matter what was better or worse. Getting him back to normal was her moral obligation. Unless her moral obligation was actually to keep Rob from becoming a worse (read: more 'him') version of himself, in which case maybe it would be better just make up a lie... darn it, he was looking at the tapes!

"What are those? Is that a treasure chest?" His eyes shimmered as he darted up and looked it over. Sarah gave a nervous little laugh in response.

"It's-"

"Did you dig it up? This could be something plot-relevant, as weird as that sounds. Any markings? Do you have a fingerprinting kit? No, sorry, dumb question."

"I-"

"Am I interrupting? So sorry, continue."

She let out a long laugh devoid of any humor, curling her mouth into a grotesque grimace as if she was about to start crying. "Have you noticed you're an amnesiac?" she asked. There was no shock. There was no follow-up question. Rob put a hand to his chin, closed his eyes- the left one closed first- and then opened them up again- the right one opened first. "I guess I am. Huh," he said. "what does that have to do with the tapes?" Sarah's jaw dropped. The last vestiges of her smile hung on for a second after it happened. "They're supposed to be the cure. The van guy was all cryptic- I know he usually is, but he was extra cryptic this time- and he said-"

"Wait, wait, wait," replied Rob. "give me a second to think about all of this. You realize how sudden you're being, right?"

"I think that's justified-"

"I'm not asking for long. Say, half an hour? An hour? An hour. Give me an hour to think about it. Sarah, please."

The sad look on his face stirred up an internal conflict, the 'give an impassioned speech' side and the 'nod your head and choke out a one-word reply, then sulk away' side jabbing each other left and right in the boxing ring of Sarah's heart. The latter knocked the former to the ground. 10, 9, went the referee in her vision, who, like the combatants, resembled Sarah but with a black-and-white striped hat. 8, 7, 6- the time to change your decision before you look like an idiot standing there and staring is running out- 5, 4, 3, 2, 1! "Okay," she choked out with a tiny nod. Then, without even waiting for Rob's reaction, she turned and did what was supposed to be a sulk but ended up as more of a heartbroken speedwalk. If Rob was watching her leave, she didn't want to know it. Her emotions brought her back to the art clearing and the stick sketches that had been, at this point, almost entirely wiped out by the elements. She didn't quite have it in her to make some more, especially once she noticed a trail of deer hoofprints cutting through one of them, followed by a larger trail of footprints that probably belonged to a bear... or, no, they weren't the right shape for a bear, more like some sort of giant reptile. It wasn't a comforting thing to have in her field of vision. She turned to the possibilities she could see for the future at the moment. Maybe Rob would get his memories back and then Sarah would lose hers and then he'd have to save her, and it could be a moment of emotional bonding? If that happened, she could totally call it now, but that'd be an awkward conversation Rob would have to have with her amnesiac future self. Then again, there were things she didn't want to forget. Maybe she shouldn't fantasize about a situation like that, if this was even fantasizing and not just playing with ideas like a nervous wreck. Thinking about the future was doing her no favors, so she tried the present. The present was full of anxiety and an invisible countdown timer ticking towards the awkward conclusion to an even more awkward conversation. That was no good either. She tried the past. Rob had been Rob up until he wasn't. When was the cutoff point? He had been out of it for days, but at some point he had gone from that to an amnesiac. That wasn't a normal thing that could just happen. Right? It wasn't like it could've just cropped up for no reason, so what could have been the inciting incident? One major thing stood out that she found herself rapidly being forced to acknowledge- she had goaded her sleep-deprived friend into harboring a psychotic demon in his head for the sake of asking said demon some questions, which, looking back on it, was really not an easy thing to justify. None this felt real. None of it had ever felt real, not since day one, not even since the apocalypse back in Elmore. There were never any consequences for her until now. She had been treating this like yet another story that could be deconstructed, predicted, and resolved like a work of fiction, but it wasn't fiction, was it? She wasn't fiction, even if this place was. And now she was gonna have to cross her fingers and use this miracle solution and hope it would work out perfectly. Things always seemed to work out simply, but eventually that kind of luck had to run out- if this was real life. And even if not now, she was stranded, and eventually something just had to come along that would leave her and Rob hopeless.

Wow, she thought, None of that sounded like me.

She went over the facts. Name? Sarah G. Lato. The G stood for... well, she never asked her parents when they were around, but maybe that was for the best since it imbued every day with a sense of mystery. Age? 12, ish. Her role? The insanely obsessive one. It had been foisted upon her, but, if she was being real, she enjoyed the privileges that kind of thing endowed her, and it was nice to know she was guaranteed a place in the lives of her long-term crush(es)... well, that guarantee had run its course, what with being stuck in another dimension and all. Did they even still remember her? She really hoped so, but thinking logically about it made her nervous because it cut into that hope.

So she definitely wasn't an amnesiac. That was good.

Silly Sarah could wait. Serious Sarah was here now, and Serious Sarah would, first, get Rob's memories back, and then she would get a watch because waiting for an hour was hard when you didn't have a good internal clock, and then she and Rob would make a game plan, and then she could let her guard down again.

With that, she got up and headed back to camp, tapes in tow. The clearing was quiet. The fire had been out for a while now and the coals were cold. She looked over at the TV... and the DVD player, with the disc still in it.  Wait a minute. How the heck was she supposed to play VHS tapes with a DVD player?

"Bad news, Rob. We might have to go steal a..." The clearing was quiet, the coals were cold. Rob was nowhere to be found. Sarah kept her cool all the way to the waterfall, where pink mushrooms had erupted all over the ground and sprouted from the rocks, but he wasn't here, either. She called his name a couple of times, and, for good measure, called out a few other one-syllable names that also began with "R". No answer. A wolf howled somewhere far away. The wind chill spiked, or maybe it was just her spine. As she stepped back into the desolate camp, her eyes fell on a set of footprints she hadn't noticed earlier. They were new and they bore the sneaker prints of the human suit's built-in shoes rather than the rectangular prints Rob normally left behind. Part of Sarah's mind told her that if she followed them she'd find a cave with a very full bear in it, but she nonetheless had to know for sure, and so she followed the prints, first to the edge of the woods and then past the edge of the woods, unknowingly retracing a path Rob had taken once before- albeit when he wasn't solid enough to have left any trace behind. Rob had walked with purpose and precision for a good while along the border between the forest and the town and had then turned straight out into the open at a right angle. She was so engrossed in following the trail at her feet that she didn't know where she was until she looked up, at which point her eyes widened and a million new questions and worries assaulted her.

This was it, the turning point. She had him cornered. But why had he come here, of all places? What had he been thinking about, and in what world would coming here help him think about it? Moreover, how was she gonna get him back without exposing herself? There was nowhere to hide for several yards. She'd have to make a mad dash for it. Then again, she could just wait for him to come out, then again, there was that time limit that would make the suit permanent, then again, if Rob didn't remember his past, would it really matter to him if he looked like a human forever? Then again, some deep part of her heart reminded her, Rob wasn't Rob. With a burst of courage that only a situation like the potential ego death of her friend slash frenemy slash possible found family could provide, she left her position behind one of the evergreen and hightailed it for the front door of the Mystery Shack.

[paintedstories]

03:33

"I'm not a fucking toy JISUNG!" oh no...

"oh, that's what you think? Hm? That I'm using you?" fuck...fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck i fucked it up fuck

"you are mine, do you understand!?!?! I saved you, I was there for you, YOU ARE MINE!!!!!!" he screamed with a look of a psychopath, the look of a person that has lost it, but.... I love him, so I stay.

I put my shaking hands on his shoulders and leaned to hug him, resting my head on his chest, I can hear his rapid breathing, and I'm scared he will do something drastic, but I trust him.

"I love you Jisung, I'm sorry, I was wrong, I love you I love you I love you" I end my sentence with a lot of whispered ""I love you's".

Then I felt something hit my neck and him whispering

"You're mine, mine, mine, mine..." then everything turned black....

HEYY my lovely💘 painting kits!! 🖌

as always, if you want part two text me or comment or reblog

asks(rules):

SKZ

TXT

[puterpups]

Inbox check pls?? :3

heyy there anon! currently the requests in our inbox are:

rose lalonde (homestuck) moodboard

mimi demon form (grim tales from down below) moodboard

fuze (rainbow six siege) self care kit

anonymous electronic musician factkin stimboard

jack (bioshock) agere kit

mark heathcliff (mandela catalogue) stimboard

long (chainsaw man) moodboard

roman sanders (sanders sides) stimboard

noncanon companions guild member (skyrim) petre kit

btw sorry we've taken a sec to get to any of these </3 casey is starting a new job soon n has been busy and i've just been very tired ehehe,,

i'm going to get started on some of my rqs today tho :3 ty for ur patience <33

~ colt :3

[mamabearneeds-her-dietcoke]

Heavy eyes- Castiel

summary: Falling asleep in the library of the bunker seems to be a reoccurring thing. Castiel is the one who sees it first every time.

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You were the one who was told to stay back at the bunker while Sam and Dean go out on a hunt. You didn't know you were staying back until you woke up seeing a note on your dresser.

You roll your eyes and walk out into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. You grab an apple and cut it up into slices, walking out to the library part of the bunker. It was one of your favorite spots.

You plop down on the big bean bag you and Dean practically had to beg Sam to get. You grab a book off the shelf and start reading. Half an hour goes by and your phone rings. "Heyy sis.." Dean drags on.

"Yeah what do you need me to research?" You ask. You stand on and press the phone to your should as your walking to the kitchen to put your bowl away.

"Jorogumo." Dean says. "Cold iron weakens it, Holy magic kills it." You say grabbing a bag of chips and walking back to your spot. "What? How do you know that?" He asks. "I read. Bye Dean be safe." You hang up an continue on reading.

Another half hour goes by and you can feel your eyes getting heavy. You end up falling asleep with your book still in hand and your chips still in your lap.

You wake up briefly to someone moving your book and chips out of your hand. You fall back asleep almost instantly somehow knowing there was no threat.

You wake up in your bed a few hours later, your room smelling like a familiar cologne. You rub your eyes and walk out to the main table. Sam, Dean and Cass are all sitting there discussing something.

"Nice bed head sis." Dean says chuckling. "shut up bitch. " you mumble and walk over to sit next to Cass.

Your eyes are still heavy and your head feels heavier than normal. You lean your head on Cass's shoulder. When you inhale you smell the same scent that was in your room.

"Cass were you in my room?" You say, your eyebrows furrowing. "Yes. I carried you to your room when you fell asleep. It's not the first time it has happened." He says. You think back to all the other times you've fallen asleep in the library with a book in hand or something and waking up in your room. It's happened quite often now that you think about it. You always figured you walked there yourself and just didn't remember it, but the faint smell of the cologne always put you off.

"Oh ok. How'd the hunt go?" You ask the boys, still not taking your head off the angels shoulder. "Fine. Few scratches but nothing else." Dean says quickly. A little to quickly. You sit back up and look at Dean.

"Nothing else?" You say. He nods. "Cas did something else happen?" You turn to him and look him directly in the eyes. "Dean was stabbed in the lower abdomen. Not to deep, he's waiting for you to leave to change bandages." He says, maintaining eye contact.

"Thank you Cas." You smile and give him a quick peck on the cheek, earning a confused look from him, and walk over to Dean to check the injury.

"I don't know why you keep all your injuries away from me Dean. Like some of these could get seriously infected." You say lifting his shirt, then the bandage to check the wound.

He winces as you slowly peel the bandage off. "Ugh I need a beer." He says. "Yeah well you can have one after I clean this up. Sam can you grab me the first aid kit please?" You ask your brother, who's just sitting at the end, observing. "Yeah sure." He gets up and quickly grabs the little box and tosses it over to you. You catch it and immediately disinfect and re bandage the wound.

"There. I'm gonna go back to reading." You say. You walk on over to a bookshelf, grab a book about herbs for spells and such and plop down on your bean bag.

"Do you mind if I stay and read with you?" You hear the rough voice of Cas. "Yeah sure, I don't mind. You can sit next to me." You smile up at him as he takes a seat next to you on the bean bag.

"This chair is very weird. But very comfortable I will say." He says. You laugh lightly at his remark. After about 10 minutes, your eyes become heavy, and you fall asleep once more. This time, your head hits the angels shoulder again, causing him to look over at the sudden feeling.

He cracks a small smile, one that only appears when you are around. Castiel may not show it, but he is quite fond of you, and he notices every little thing. The small facial tick you make while reading, or really focused on something. The puff of your cheeks when holding in a laugh that's not appropriate for the given situation. He can't help but crack a smile when your asleep in the library again, engulfed in the bean bag.

He sets his book down and takes yours, putting it on top of his. He picks you up once more, taking you to your room. He sets you down and goes to leave but the small tug on his sleeve stops him. "Stay for a little bit." You whisper. He shrugs off his trenchcoat and shoes and lays down next to you.

You scoot to his side and cuddle up to him. "Is this ok?" You ask. He nods. You smile and move closer to him, taking in his warmth and the scent of his cologne.

You drift off to sleep and he stays there, watching you sleep, watching how peaceful you look. That small look of frustration that always seems to cover your face when doing anything but laughing our smiling is gone, and he loves how relaxed you look.

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@robins-fanfics here you go!! hope you enjoyed! :)

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

One of us is a killer

Gonna do another Lifegen thing but I focus only on what they say to me every six moons! Going solely based on that, I'll build a story for another resident!

Orange highlights will be moments that don't actually have to do with the main character (Burnetkit) / are things not directed to her

Of course, SOMEONE here will end up a resident...we just don't know WHO yet...

The Suspects:

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MOON 0:

Mother (Wetfish): [looks at Burnetkit and reaches out to prod at their tiny paws, to which Burnet mews]. It's fascinating....Cats start out so small....

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Mom (Beaverspeckle): "Oh, my precious kit. I love you so much."

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Sister (Midgekit): Prrrr.

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Brother (Privetkit): "MROW!" [Mewls angrily as they're shoved out of their nest].

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Brother (Yewkit): [Burnet falls asleep next to Yewkit into a peaceful slumber].

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MOON 6:

Mother: [Talking with Beaver, nothing to Burnet]

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Mom: "Here, Burnetpaw. I saved this fish for you. What? You don't like fish anymore? It used to be your favourite when you were a kit...Heh. Look at you, growing up on me.

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Midgepaw: [Watches Fleetkit and Privat talk together, too nervous to join].

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Privetpaw: "Burnetpaw! I finally got away from Mouseshadow! C'mon, let's go explore! Oh no, wait, I think I see them coming over here...Aughhh...maybe if you stand in front of me, they won't see me?"

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Yewpaw: [Running around the clearing, disheveled as they try to complete many tasks at once]. Burnetpaw, what's up? Do you need something too? I'd be happy to do it for you! [....] Working too hard? I'm not working too hard, don't worry! In fact, helping around camp is how I relax. Yup, definitely relaxing. Definitely."

Mentor/deputy (Cloudmoor): "Good morning, Burnetpaw. How are you today? Did you hear that rain on the den roof last night? It was really loud, it sounded like hundreds of tiny paws slamming on the roof up there. I wonder if StarClan came to visit us, in the form of the rain?"

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MOON 12:

Mom: "Hey, kit, could you grab me the-paw, I mean. Burnetpaw, not kit. Still getting used to that. But, ah, you'll always be my baby to me."

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Midgepaw: "AAH!" [Jumps at own shadow, then awkwardly grooms their own chest fur to play it off].

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Privetpaw: [Privat's breathing is shallow. They stop breathing for a moment, worrying Burnet. Burnet decides to tell the medicine cat].

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Yewpaw: "Hey, remember when we were young, and Beaverspeckle used to parade us around the nursery on the 'border patrol'? Or remember when Beaverspeckle caught us trying to sneak out of the nursery? StarClan, I've never seen you so mad!" [Burnet and Yew continue to talk about stories of youth, making eachother laugh more and more].

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New Mentor (Goldfoot, Cloudmoor's other apprentice): [Grieving] "Leave me alone..."

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MOON 18:

Mom: [Gossiping].

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Midgefreckle: [Gossiping].

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Privetdusk: "Zzz...huh? Wha? Burnetshriek? What *yawn* time is it...Oh StarClan, the patrols! I'm going to be late!"

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Yewstripe: "Shove off. I'm busy." [Burnet shoves her nose in Yew's face, making their best cutesy face until Yew breaks]. "Psh, alright, alright...I'll come eat with you. But only for a few bites!"

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Former mentor (+deputy): "Hey, Burnetshriek. I overheard you talking earlier. Can't say I agree with you, but that's just me being me."

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MOON 24:

Mom: "Heyy, there's my favourite patient! Doing better today, pal? That's good. Hey, get this. Today, when I was gathering herbs, I saw this huge hawk..." [Beaver's voice puts Burnet on ease, but their lashing tail shows hidden emotions].

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Midgefreckle: "Is it just me, or has Beaverspeckle been looking a little lonely lately? [...] We should go check on them."

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Privetdusk: Zzz..[Half asleep, passed out on a half-built nest].

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Yewstripe: "Prey is scarce...We'll all have to double down and only take what we need, for the sake of the Clan."

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F.M: "I've been told a lack tact. Honestly? I see it as a service. At least you know where you stand with me. I just believe in being straightforward. Saves time and energy."

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MOON 30:

Mom: "Did you see Heathertree earlier today, Burnetshriek? Oh, StarClan, it was the funniest thing ever! They mistook a twig for a fox and flew, like, five fox-lengths into the air! Hahahaha!"

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Midgefreckle: "Hey...I saw you hanging out with Palekit earlier. They're a fun cat, huh? It was good, seeing them make you laugh so hard, heh...Way harder than I ever could...[Midge smiles, but their eyes flash with something potent and fearful].

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Privetdusk: [Talking with Beaver].

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Yewstripe: "Burnetshriek, can I ask you something? [...] ....Do you think that I'm doing enough for the Clan? It might be a silly question, I know. I'm practically always on patrols, or helping the apprentices patch up dens, or whatever, but does that all really matter if you feel like you aren't making a different? All I've ever wanted was to help my Clan and to be someone other cats can look up to. I want to be able to inspire someone to work even harder, just like I was. But sometimes, it just feels like I'm getting nowhere, like I'm barely making a difference. My whole life, I have been trying to live up to my Clanmates' expectations, maybe even more than that! But now, it's starting to feel like the pawsteps I'm trying to fill are too big. I appreciate you for being patient while I work through all of this. Just know that I'm trying, okay? I promise I'm doing my best."

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Mate (Heathertree): [Stretches out under a sunbeam, in the clearing where cats must step over them].

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MOON 36:

Mom: "HEY!!! You leave them alone! [...] Ugh. Can you believe how cruel some cats are, Burnetshriek? A bunch of apprentices were trying to convince these two kits to sneak out of camp...what a bunch of mouse-brains. [...] No matter what, don't let anyone try to pressure you into doing something you don't think is right. Go with your gut, and stick with your own values. That's what's really important."

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Midgefreckle: "Oh, hey, Burnetshriek, can I talk to you about something? [...] I saw a rogue out on patrol today. I managed to chase him off the territory, but then I got carried away, and...well, I kept following him. I don't know what I was trying to do. He just kept making me so angry! Calling me weak...calling me a failure...saying I was a disappointment to my Clan. Eventually, I realized what I was doing, and I let him go. But I couldn't stop thinking about those things he said...Sorry. What am I doing? I'm being such a downer today...Thanks for being here for me, Burnetshriek." [Midge presses their head into Burnet's shoulder and sighs into their fur].

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Privetdusk: [Burnet tries to sneak up, but Privet knocks them with his tail]. "I can tell it's you by just the sound of your pawsteps, dummy! Haha!"

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Yewstripe: "Hm? What's that? You want to know if we can train together?...I work best alone. But...thank you for asking."

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Mate: "Hey, Burnetshriek! You're looking a lot better than yesterday! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're healing up pretty nice! The medicine cat says you should be outta here in no time, which is good, since I'm starting to go crazy without you around...If you don't get better soon, then...Hehe. Let's not even talk about that. Bad luck."

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MOON 42:

Mom: [Burnet asks Beaver why they chose to become a medicine cat]. "Ah, well, that's easy...the medicine den is full of adventure! I get to explore far and wide gathering all sorts of different herbs, collaborating with medicine cats across territories, and literally commune with the dead! That's plenty of excitement, no? You might think you know life-or-death situations on the battlefield, but here in the medicine den are where the stakes are really high. My decisions could be the difference between a Clanmate surviving, or joining our warrior ancestors. It's terrifying...But thrilling, too! There's lots of different paths a cat can take in this world, but I know this is the path for me. Can you say the same?"

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Midgefreckle: "Sometimes, I wonder if I'd be happier just living out on my own, as a loner. Away from all the pressures and hierarchies of Clan life, just free to wander and live my life. But then, if I were a loner, I wouldn't have you, would I? No...No, that just wouldn't do."

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Privetdusk: [Gossiping].

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Yewstripe: "StarClan...I just can't sleep. My mind's telling me to keep working! Ever feel this way, Burnetshriek?"

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Mate: "Oh, Burnetshriek! Are you goin on a hunting patrol? [...] Can I come along? I'm more than happy to help if you need me to!"

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MOON 48:

Mom: "Burnetshriek, your fur's standing up in the back, let me get it for ya...Hahaha, okay, okay, I'll stop! You may be grown now, but you'll always be a kit in my eyes."

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Midgefreckle: "Oh, hi, Burnetshriek. You wanted to speak to me? [...] Sure, I suppose I'm not busy. The Clan has been well recently, hasn't it? Heathertree seemed in a pleasent mood, judging from the slight spring in their step. I'm genuinly glad for them, the day is ours for the taking, and I'm glad everyone's ready for it."

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Yewstripe: "I love you, Burnetshriek. And...I'm sorry if I don't say it enough, either. Without you, I don't know what I'd do."

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Mate: "There are days when I wonder about the purpose of love...But then, I look at you, and I'm reminded.

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MOON 54:

Mom: Y'know, Sega was gushing to me earlier about what a good job you're doing. The whole time, I was just going, 'Yep, that's my kit!' Hehe! Keep up the good work, kitto. I think everyone else is starting to notice, too!"

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Midgefreckle: "Hmm...so you're expecting. I...well, I guess it means more mouths to feed, more noise in the camp. But maybe, just maybe, they might bring...something. I don't know, a kind of fresh perspective to the Clan, maybe."

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Yewstripe: "Say..ahh, what do you think about Mouseshadow? I mean, like, me and Mouseshadow. Do you think we would make a good pair? [...] I dunno. I just...value your opnion, I guess. I really like them, but asking someone to be your mate? It's a big decision. Plus, I have no idea if they even feel the same way! I just don't want to make a mistake and end up heartbroken..."

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Mate: "Our kits are gonna be the cutest, I already know it! I can't help but be excited for the tiny little paws running the camp soon. You'll let me visit, won't you?"

BURNET IS PREGNANT!

That means our character cast will expand, so I'll save the continuation for another post, so keep a look out!

As for now, who are your suspicions on, and why do you suspect them?

[evan4ever]

Heyy about the shipping thing! I'm an Eastern European 29 y/o medical student (education got no age, right? lol), nerdy in general, socially awkward person, loves rock music, brown eyes and brown hair, kinda tall, afraid of snakes and prison! Love your blog! Thank you!

Omg you just sound like the sweetest ever 🥺🙊🫶🏻

I absolutely ship you with Kit. He’d be so supportive of your education and he’d probably tease you for your fear of prison since he kinda went to one 😭. You guys would probably jam out to rock in the car or in the bathroom when y’all are getting ready and it’d be the CUTEST THING EVERRR. He’d just be so fond of you 🥹