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[durotoswrites]

The Shy Newcomer Update

Cover art by the amazing @acediee

It feels so good to share another chapter with y'all again. Thank you so much for your patience. I really want to allow myself to work on more creative endeavors this year, and that includes more updates to this story.

Chapter 128: Insecurities

Summary: Mary receives a phone call from an old friend, and Claire bumps into a potential new friend?

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“Hey!” she called out.

The man stood up with a start, mumbling under his breath. He turned toward her. “Yes? Can I help you?” He had the look of one who was being distracted from something very important and pressing, and she could see his patience wearing thin.

“That’s my house you’re taking photos of!”

“Ah, so you’re the one that’s living here now, then.” He put his hands on his hips and stared at the farmhouse a little too comfortably, Claire thought. “It’s definitely a change from last year, I’ll give you that. I can see you replaced some rotting wood. But I’ll have you know the textures of the old wood were amazing to get close-ups of!”

“Why are you here?” she asked directly, unsure of how else to address the issue.

He turned toward her, half indignant. “Why, I’m taking my yearly contracted photos. Would you want to be in any of these shots? I have a few poses in mind that would be absolutely charming!” He walked around her, as if scrutinizing a work of art.

“No thank you!” Claire didn’t mean to raise her voice.

He stepped back from her, scandalized. “Farmers… The old man never wanted to be in the shot, either, if I remember what my father told me correctly.”

“Why is this the first I am hearing about photographs?”

The man turned back toward his equipment, leisurely wiping the lens of his camera. “It sounds like a potential miscommunication from Town Hall.”

“Town Hall?” she parroted, allowing her hands to fall limp at her sides.

“Well, namely, Thomas.” Judging from the smirk he wore, Claire assumed he thought he was dropping a pretty big name. “Although I suppose most people know him as Mayor Schulte.”

Literally no one calls him that.

Claire held her tongue.

“Mineral Town has a lot of historical sites and landmarks. Their Visitor’s Bureau likes to keep their documents and photographs of the sights fresh.”

“Visitor’s Bureau?”

“That would be Thomas, again, my dear.” He continued his wiping.

[fnaf-movie-countdown]

A clip of what seems to be a from filming a deleted scene where we would see the animatronics in their heyday and all fixed up has appeared!

The actors are all dancing like people not animatronics in the video tho lmao

[jkvjimin]

(171/∞) the perfect nose for butterflies to land on it ♡

[deltarunebt]

I don't think I ever remembered to post this Addison. It's an addison. all they do is advertise.

[youtappedout]

[heartonthejindow]

bangtan literally everyday of chapter 2: don’t forget about bts please

armys literally everyday of chapter 2: i saw seven rocks together at the park today and i cried

[xcziel]

has anybody else thought about how jk could easily manage sofia's parts of slow dance or is it just me?

[best-titan-7274]

[materializes in ur inbox] perhaps. by and a kitty. or cooper and a kitty.

I saw this and knew it had to be an orange cat

"Cooper."

"Mrphrm?"

"I am detecting a life form outside your quarters."

"Mmkay, thanks."

He's halfway back to sleep when BT speaks again.

"It is not leaving."

Jack groans and rolls over, squnting at the clock. Just past two in the morning. Of course it is.

He shuffles his way to the door, sees no one, and is about to ask BT if he's sure, when a scratchy wail scares the everloving shit out of him.

Good thing there's nobody around to hear his yelp.

"Cooper!"

Right, except his Titan.

"Everything's fine, BT. I've just got a little visitor. C'mere, little guy."

The kitten stumbles toward him, more than walking, and he picks it up with both hands, hoping it doesn't have fleas. He's never going to hear the end of it, if it does.

But he's not thinking about any of that right now, because the little thing is adorable - aww, look at those ear tufts - and also totally alone. How did it even get here? The base has security systems, but none of them are calibrated for cats, especially little ones.

"Hey, BT. What do you think about a pet?"

"Unclear. Further information required."

Jack chuckles. Yeah, that sounds about right. He leaves the door open behind him, turning on the lamp on his bedside table. Gotta find his shoes somewhere, and his jacket, and probably his ID, too, so he can get back into his own room later. He's gotten locked out twice already and that has been more than enough.

The cafeteria is silent besides the quiet thrum of the refrigerated cases. All the chairs are stacked up on the tables, and the overhead lights are off, leaving just the reserve lights around the baseboard.

Now he just has to figure out what's here that he can feed a kitten.

"What do you think?" he asks, looking down at the kitten curled up in his jacket, against his chest.

It starts chewing on his thumb. Yeah. That's about all he expected.

When he hears footsteps, his head pops up, and he wishes there were more lights on, because the light from inside the fridge has kind of ruined his night vision.

"Cooper?"

Oh, Briggs. Maybe she'll have an idea on what to do next. She flicks the lights on, too, which is a help.

He opens his mouth.

"MRAOW!"

The look on Briggs' face is indescribable, and that's not a word he uses every day.

He sidesteps and closes the fridge door, so she can see the kitten.

"Would you believe me if I said 'he did it'?" he asks, trying for a charming grin.

"Where did you get a cat?"

"I dunno. BT woke me up saying there was a life form outside my door that wasn't going away, and I found this guy."

"Cooper, Commander Briggs is approaching your position."

He bites back a sigh and tilts his head back, staring at a weird spot on the ceiling for a few seconds. "Thanks, BT."

"There's cat food in the commissary," Briggs says.

"Oh. Thanks. Anything I can help you with?"

She gives him a Look, and he nods, knowing full well what that means.

"Good luck," she says, opening one of the cabinets and taking down a silver canister.

"Yeah, you too." He yawns, and then he's off to the commissary. Good thing it's a 24/7 kind of place, because he really wouldn't want to have to wake someone up to get in there.

The guy at the register abandons it the second he sees the kitten, somehow cooing and complimenting his way into holding the base's latest addition. He also leads the way to the cat food section. It's only two kinds of food, but that's more than Jack expected. Neither is for kittens, though.

A quick internet search proves that this food is fine for kittens, too, at least temporarily, and Register Guy promises to get some kitten food shipped in as soon as possible.

Jack really should learn his name, but it is two in the morning, so he just yawns again and says thanks and goes to find BT.

"Cooper. You are holding a small animal."

"Yep."

"Do you intend to embark with the small animal?"

"Mhm."

There's cafeteria-level silence after that for a few long seconds.

"Or..." Jack draws out, trying to think of an alternative. He's got nothing.

BT still doesn't say anything, but he holds his hand out as the cockpit doors open, so Jack takes that as a good sign. He's settled in his seat a few seconds later, squirming around a little to get as comfortable as he can. These things aren't really meant to be beds, but he's slept here often enough.

"Beginning information gathering. Life form class: pet. Designation: unknown."

"His designation could be Designation," Jack suggests.

"Incoherent speech patterns. Recommend additional four to six hours of sleep."

"We could name him Designation," he clarifies. "Des for short."

"Life form class: pet. Designation: Designation."

Okay, when he hears it like that, Jack laughs.

Des crawls out of his jacket, trying to explore, but Jack catches him before he goes too far. The cockpit doesn't have any loose wires, but still, he doesn't want the little guy to get into something he shouldn't. Apparently it's all right to have cats, based on the commissary stock, so now he just has to figure out how to make it official.

Once Des realises he's not going to be allowed to explore, he settles for curling up against Jack's neck, purring up a storm, his front paws kneading at the collar of the jacket.

"The purpose of the small animal's presence is unclear," BT says.

Aw, and he was almost asleep, too.

"Y'mean having a pet? They're cute. Make you happy. Chew on your furniture sometimes, I hear."

"That does not seem beneficial."

"Eh, they make trouble, sure, but it all balances out. I mean, just look at how fluffy he is."

"I will update my internal records to reflect your appreciation for fluffy small animals."

"Aw, thanks, BT."

There's silence for another few minutes, but Jack can hear the tick-kick-tick from the back that sometimes accompanies BT's 'thinking'.

"Life form class: pet, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot. Pet designation: Des, has been accepted as beneficial to pilot."

"You're real sweet," Jack mumbles, and it's not long after that, that Des' purring lures him back to sleep.

[starstruckodysseys]

i’m obsessed with the character designs and fashion choices being used to depict the bad kids’ arcs this season

[makingmylifebetter]

Uuufffff yeah I knew from other people in the fandom that watching past Jimin be into past JK while the brat dodges him left and right is gonna be tough and man was I right😬

[perfectlyoongi]

just realized i'm writing more for dad!BTS than any other !BTS .......

[soldierandawar]

.

[henrysglock]

the full body twitch i did @ the patterns…

[agapintheskin]

Some Vichy bts

[deltarunebt]

some funny faces [|8^]

[hazelmoonchild]

missing home (missing you) | ch 2 (x)

Jimin is bouncing his leg as he nibbles on his thumb, lost in thought. His phone keeps vibrating in his pocket, and he can’t ignore it anymore. Annoyed by the sensation, Jimin grabs it with a click of his tongue.

It’s Yoongi. This is like his third call. Feeling bitter, Jimin puts his phone on silent and shoves it back into his pocket.

Yes, he’s jealous. He’s so fucking jealous that he wants to curse and scream about it.