#jessie caddel

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Jessie's Sick Day

Fandom: Original Fiction Summary: A cold begins hitting Jessie at work, so he heads home to wait for his mate to get off work to come home and take care of him. CW: mess!! stuffy talk, cold sneezes, nose ring play? idk, accidental inducing, caretaking, fluff Word Count: 3,010 words MINORS DNI Author Note: bonus! 2 posts in 1 day lol i've been sitting on this one a WHILE but hey i actually do mean it this time with the mess warning like... i took out some lines while editing because i got anxious someone would see my mess warning and go "oh usually Bex isn't too bad!" and then go "oh fuck nope this is too much"

Ever since he’d woken up this morning, Jessie had felt just a little… off, like something wasn’t quite right. By the time his lunch break at work rolled around, he realized he really wasn’t hungry. He choked down his sandwich and baby carrots before dropping back resolutely into the receptionist’s desk chair. 

Jessie scrolled through what else he had to do today with his elbows on the desk and his chin resting on his hand. 

Every day for work, Jessie flipped his nose ring up into his nose to look more professional and then flipped it back down when he left for the day. It was simple and easy. Except sometimes it tickled his sensitive nose. 

“Ihh-kish! Kitch!” He assumed that’s all it was when he sneezed at first. But then came the runny nose. Worry began to creep into Jessie’s mind as he started to sniffle. He only ever got a runny nose when he was sick. “Shit…” He swore softly and carefully rubbed at his nose with a finger. 

He exhaled slowly and felt his eyes start to water as the tickle reignited with no trouble whatsoever. “Ihhiihh-! Iihksh! Kishew!” He sniffled against the wetness threatening to come out of his nose like a river. 

“Bless you,” Crystal, his coworker, said haphazardly as she tossed a box of tissues at him. They bounced off his shoulder and onto the floor. He pressed his finger to his nose and bent to grab the box before sitting back up. 

Jessie pointedly sniffled as he took out some tissues and pressed them to his face to blow and wipe. “Ugh. Thanks, sorry. Feeling kind of off… maybe I should go home before this gets worse. I don’t wanna infect you or anyone who comes in to get their teeth cleaned.”

Crystal raised her brows when Jessie said he was feeling off and gestured to the door. “Go on. Get. If you’re sick, get at least ten feet far away from me, Caddel.” She demanded and kicked his bag out from underneath the desk on her side over towards him, sliding across the floor. 

A dull pain starts in his head as Jessie bends to pick up his bag with a sniff. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going, germaphobe.” He teased and sniffled as loudly as he could just to be irritating.

“Ugh, gross!” Crystal whined and threw a wadded-up sticky note at him as he left the office. 

The bitter wind whipped through Jessie’s scrubs and coat, making him shiver and sniff thickly as his nose tried to run more. “Fuck s’cold-” He swore as he trembled, fumbling with his keys to get into his shitty Forester. The engine hummed to life finally, and he shakily made sure the heat was on full blast, revving the engine a few times like Hale had shown him. 

“Iihkshew! Kish! Iiihksh!” 

Jessie sneezed into his cupped hands and groaned, rubbing at his nose for a moment, which just moved his hidden septum piercing. It sparked the tickle back up again, and Jessie hitched all over again, “Ihhih-! Ih! Eh? IckShew! Iiishew!” 

Again, his sneezes caught into steepled hands, and Jessie groaned at the mess he could feel all over them. He quickly fumbled in his center console for some tissues, wiping off his hands and face with a liquid sniffle. He got out his phone next to send his boyfriend a quick text. 

Coming home early. Bring home Gatorade plz. Ily <3 – Jes

He threw the SUV into drive and sniffled as he pulled onto the roadway. The drive home was uneventful, save for some more sneezes that seemed to leave him increasingly congested. Overall, he felt relatively okay, just tired, a little foggy, sneezy, and congested. 

When he got home, he tossed his keys into the bowl by the door and finally sat to take his boots off. He felt exhausted. He managed to get his coat and boots off before dragging himself to the couch, dropping down face-first into it with a groan. 

He sniffled and scrunched his nose, nostrils twitching before- “IikSHH! Ugh! Fuck me!” His grumpy shout was muffled by the cushions before he turned his head to rub his palm against his nose. “Mmf…” 

Hale… He wanted his boyfriend. With a grunt of effort, Jessie reached back into his pocket to fish out his phone and checked the time and his messages. There were no messages, and it was still five hours before Hale was set to get home. A soft little whine left him as he tried to wiggle back onto the couch, pressing his back up against the seat so it might feel like someone was holding him. 

For a moment, Jessie fumbled to grab a blanket off the back of the couch and managed to pull down the dark blue one. He breathed a sigh of relief as he gave a small shiver. Getting a fire started sounded like way too much work, and their damn cabin was heated by a wood stove. Usually, Hale was around to do it, and while Jessie could, he didn’t have the energy right now. He just wanted a nap. 

Once the blanket was all situated, Jessie barely blinked his eyes closed, and he was fast asleep, curled up under the thick blue blanket. Eventually, his head was tucked under the blanket to stay warm as the cabin grew colder when the sun set.

Jessie was startled awake with a yelp when the door opened and closed, blinking blearily as he peeked from his blanket cocoon at the intruder. “Hale?”

“Hey, sickie… just me…” Hale whispered softly, fumbling with his snow-covered boots before hurrying over to Jessie with his coat still on. What Jessie wouldn’t give to smell Hale’s sweet scent of fig, leather, and tobacco, but when he tried, all he got was a gurgling sniff. “Jesus, pup, you take anything yet?” Hale whispered after that sniff.

“D’no…” Jessie moaned, cringing as he heard his voice and whimpering again. “Just wanted you.” His nostrils twitched slightly, red and chapped as his nose had been running in his sleep. “Ihh-! H-Hale… godda- IiihkSHh!” He pitched forward into his hands to keep from spraying mess all over his poor boyfriend. Instead, it clung to his hands, and he kept them pinned to his face. “Oh, by god- that’s so gross… I’b so sorry.” 

Hale chuckled softly and ruffled Jessie’s hair before standing to move from the couch and grabbing Jessie one of the many boxes of tissues they kept around the house. What with Hale’s allergies and Jessie’s immune system, they went through more than their fair share of boxes. “Gross? You’re the one who is into this kinda stuff; don’t think I forgot.” He teased, tone soft and loving. 

“Iihpkshew! Ugh, it’s hotter when it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift, too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully. 

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently ran his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a slight frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said thoughtfully, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

A surprised, congested laugh left Jessie, and he shook his head some. “D’no, oh sweetheart, d’no. I flip it up for work, rebe’ber? I guess I forgot to flip it dowd sidce I left early today…” He reached up to try to flip the jewelry back down but only seemed to instantly irritate his sensitive nose. 

“Iiihksh! Eikshew! Huh- eh-! Fuck…” Jessie sniffled and tried again, slower but with similar results. “Kishew! IkISHEW! What the fuck.. I cad’t get it.” He pouts, red and glistening nostrils flaring and twitching still. 

Hale nudged Jessie to get him to scoot back on the couch and straddled the more petite man. With Hale in his lap like this, Jessie couldn’t help but rest his hands on Hale’s impossibly muscular thighs. Fucking Christ, how did he ever get so lucky? he wondered to himself. 

“Hold still.” 

“What?” Jessie asked, blinking blearily up at his boyfriend, who was gently tipping his head back to look into his nose. “Hale, what the fucgk-“ 

“Just hold still, you big baby,” Hale said softly and carefully used his pinky to ever so gently fish Jessie’s nose ring down in one swift motion. 

The move still sparked the worst tickle Jessie had ever felt; his eyes watered, and he immediately pitched forward into Hale’s chest with unrestrained sneezes, “HihhISH! IisHEW! IishKEw! EhhkSH! EhhtkshEW! ISHHEW! Oh, by fucki’g god…” This time, a thick, gurgling sniffle came from Jessie, and he whimpered when he realized he’d sneezed all over Hale’s work shirt. A wet patch was left where Jessie had lost all control. “Shit. Hale, I ab so sorry. I’ll wash it. I probise.” He apologized quickly.

But Hale was just smiling down at him with a soft expression on his face. “You don’t have to do shit, Jes. You’re sick. Relax.” He said and flicked Jessie’s mess-covered nose ring playfully with the tip of his finger before pressing some tissues into Jessie’s hands.

“IiihkISH!” Jessie sneezed into the tissues after that flick and blew his nose gently. The sound of it was wet and satisfying. “Ass.” He teased Hale and sniffled just a bit. “Are you home for the weeke’d?” Some of the congestion had abated, and there was a note of hopefulness to his voice as he asked, knowing that sometimes Hale got called in for a weekend shift or two. If Jessie had it his way, Hale would stay wrapped up with him in all of their blankets, watching movies all weekend while they had tea and soup and hot, steamy showers. 

Hale nodded and grunted as he scooted back off the couch, his ranger uniform apparently not particularly comfortable for cuddling in. “I am, but let me go get changed first.” He stretched his arms up over his head with a groan. “I’m beat, and you need your Gatorade, sickie.” 

“Aw, you remembered?” Jessie cooed and rubbed at his nose, starting to wiggle out of his blanket a bit more, which caused him to shiver. 

With the blankets now down around his waist, Hale could see Jessie had gotten home and crashed on the couch. He was still in scrubs from the dentist’s office, not altogether bad for napping in. “I did. C’mon. You can have a few sips, then come get changed with me. Won’t that be nice? Get nice and comfy and in bed? I’ll even bring you soup.” 

Another gurgling sniffle came from Jessie as he took his boyfriend’s offered-up hand to stand up, his head swimming a little for the first few seconds upon standing. “Mmf- as lo’g as you start the fire add warm this place up I dod’t care where I lay dowd.” He admits before another more violent sneeze wracked his frame. “KISh-uh! Ugh, fuck, that ode hurt…” Thankfully, Jessie had managed to stifle, but now his nose was running again.

“Bless you, sickie,” Hale whispered. “For that sneeze and all the ones I’ve missed.” He added as he brought Jessie to the Gatorade, letting him sip it some before Hale just scooped up his boyfriend to carry him over his shoulder as he headed for the stairs. 

A somewhat undignified and startled noise escaped Jessie as he was picked up by his boyfriend. “Just because you have the snf! snfff! muscle to do this does dot mean you have to!” He laughed a little and swatted Hale’s ass as he was taken upstairs, only to be gently laid down on the bed. Usually, Hale would toss him, but not when Jessie was sick. It was sweet, and it warmed Jessie, who had often been too busy taking care of his siblings all his life to really get a minute to look after himself. 

Something like a barking laugh escaped Hale and then quieted as he began taking off Jessie’s work clothes for him. “Why not? If I got the muscle, I might as well use it to take care of my poor, adorable, sick boyfriend.” He teased and tossed Jessie’s work shirt into the hamper before leaning down to kiss over his chest, even giving a little nip. His lips linger a moment to trace the scars just below his pectorals with delicate flesh. Then he tugged his pants off, swapping them for extra soft sleep pajama pants and an oversized t-shirt. 

Then Hale changed too, out of his mess-soaked work shirt and mud, snow-soaked pants and into his usual boxers and t-shirt. Bastard always runs so warm, Jessie thought fondly as he watched Hale lovingly. As good as Hale looked in his Ranger uniform, Jessie definitely preferred him like this… relaxed and comfortable and with so much exposed skin that Jessie just wanted to sink his teeth into.

“Jes?” 

Hale’s voice suddenly broke through the hazy daydream he’d been having, and Jessie looked up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes. “Hmm?” The soft hum only irritates Jessie’s already sensitive sinuses, and his eyes water, squinting while his nostrils flare just before he throws an arm over his face. “IikisshHUE! Huh… ugh, sorry, babe.” 

There was a concerned look on the taller man’s face as he reached forward to cup Jessie’s cheek and jaw. “Bless you, puppy. Let me go get the fire started and bring you some soup. You get comfy in bed and just wait for me here.” He urged the slightly smaller of the two, gently pushing his boyfriend back towards the headboard.

It didn’t exactly take much to convince Jessie, who quickly slipped under the blankets while the wind outside their cabin howled. It wasn’t a drafty cabin by any means. Hale ensured that, but temperatures outside still made the ones inside plummet if there wasn’t some kind of heat source. Even the hairs on Hale’s body were starting to stand on end. “Go on, h-hhhandsome. I’ll behave.” 

Without another word, Hale pressed a soft kiss to Jessie’s forehead and padded downstairs. His bare feet were quiet on their old, worn wooden floorboards. It was a good twenty to twenty-five minutes before Hale returned with soup as the cabin began warming up. “I brought chicken dumpling. It was all we had in cans, and I figured you just wanted to eat and get back to sleep. Not wait ten years for me to try and make soup.” His voice was light and teasing, but they both knew Hale wasn’t fast in the kitchen. The silver wolf had once taken a kitchen job, and Jessie remembered what utter hell that had been.

Some old vices had risen to the surface uncomfortably quick with how stressed Hale had gotten, and they’d both agreed that line of work just wasn’t for him. Cooking at home when he had the time to do so was just much safer for everyone involved. 

Now though? As the other wolf brought a tray to him in bed, Jessie could practically see his tail wagging at a job well done of caring for his mate. “C’mere…” Jessie whined softly, making grabby hands at his boyfriend, who agreeably leaned closer so he could press their lips together. 

Hale let out a soft, appreciative hum at the kiss and melted right into it. Though he did still keep it short, “You’re gonna get me sick, pup.” He warned softly and kissed the very tip of Jessie’s nose, igniting a tickle in the irritated pink appendage. 

“T-thought you didn’t get siihh sick…” That tickle turned into a persistent buzz. Usually, Jessie wasn’t quite so sensitive, but his nose was always overly sensitive when he got colds. “H-Hih-Hale… I’m gonna…” They were still face to face, and suddenly Jessie felt a warm, callused hand grab his chin to tilt his face up as Hale straightened up.

A quiet but deep chuckle left the blonde, “You gotta ask if you want a tissue, puppy.”

Another dizzyingly sharp inhale sucked in through Jessie’s lips and nose as he hitched, “C-Can I hhiih… have a tiiiIKSHiew! Oh- Ixxkshhuh! HiiiIKSHiew!” Warm mess sprayed against Hale’s wrist and arm, leaving Jessie mortified as he tried to snuffle back the mess on his upper lip.

“Bless you,” Hale whispered and snatched a tissue from the box on the bedside table to bring it to Jessie’s face, gently swiping away the mess. It made Jessie’s pink and sensitive nostrils twitch, but he gave his nose a rough rub once Hale backed off to try and squash the tickle trying to resurface so soon. “Thagks…” Even so embarrassed, he leans into Hale’s touches. 

“Welcome,” Hale murmurs in response before kissing Jessie’s hairline softly. “And good boy asking for your tissue.”

Warmth flooded Jessie’s chest, and he smiled at the praise and closed his eyes to relish in it. That’s when a warm arm snakes around him and pulls him down into the bed. A congested little gasp slips from Jessie as he’s pressed to Hale’s warm chest, and a shiver rattles him from head to toe. “Holy shit, you’re like a god dabd furdace…”

A little snort of amusement left Hale, making some strands of Jessie’s hair dance as the warm gust of air tickled him. “Perks of being me, s’pose.” He mumbles and then pauses to yawn wide, giving Jessie a little squeeze as he does. Then he tugs the sheets and blankets up over them both. “Get some rest, sweetpup. I gotcha.”

The promise was one Hale made often, and Jessie needed to hear more than anything. He was safe, home, and his boyfriend was holding him close. Even if he felt like shit, they’d get through this. They always did, and they always would.

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Sylas. Just Sylas.

Yes he’s a deer, but he died from a drug overdose after his record company, Fawning Records took a nosedive. He’s from New Jersey and he died in 1988. Also his ears are just Like That constantly. They can’t stand up for long. He likes wearing wacky patterned button-ups on the daily.

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temporary muse list

eden o'connor — lucy hale cade sabbel — jon bernthal sienna venri — jessie mei li guy forbes - ewan mcgregor eris amorello — olivia cooke ellis kennefick — ben barnes vesper moreno — jenna coleman hayden mercer — john krasinski dove dawson — milly alcock ivy dawson — elizabeth olsen abel cain powell — jeffrey dean morgan rosie galbraith — kiernan shipka grant harrison — dylan o'brien aelin levaine — melissa roxburgh moira caddel — lauren ridloff

[pilotseason2018]

MAN OF THE HOUSE (not ordered to series)

About a teenage star quarterback, Bradley, who finds himself unexpectedly the only male in a house full of females when his recently-divorced mother moves in with her recently-divorced sister and their daughters. While Bradley oscillates between the hyper-male world of high school football and the hyper-female world at home, this group of women is going to teach him how to be a better man, whether he likes it or not.

Cast (thus far)

Alyson Hannigan (How I Met Your Mother) as Jessie, a caring social worker who was shocked when her husband left her. With nowhere else to turn, and against her better judgment, she moves her teenage football-star son and preteen daughter into the home of her narcissistic, ball-busting sister Charli and her even more wicked daughter. (Mar 1- this project had a cast-contingent pilot order, and Hannigan’s casting lifts the contingency)

Leslie Bibb (GCB) as Charli, a beautiful, narcissistic, possibly sociopathic man-eater who wakes up every morning looking for a fight because it’s the only thing that makes her feel alive. Despite her toughness and bravado, Charli’s surprisingly vulnerable underneath. She didn’t get the courage to leave her cheating husband until she saw her sister, Jessie, going through her own divorce. Even though Charli has dominated her sister their entire life, Jessie is actually her rock. (Mar 12)

Jake Short (Mighty Med) as teen football star Bradley. (Apr 30)

Jenna Ortega (Stuck in the Middle) as Elena, Charli’s fifteen-year-old daughter, a beautiful and mean-spirited only child, who doesn’t adjust well to living with her cousins. (Mar 30)

Reece Caddell (Fresh off the Boat) as preteen Blair. (Apr 30)

Jimmy Kimmel (Jimmy Kimmel Live) as the grown-up version of Bradley. He will provide the voice-over/narration, in the point of view of Bradley looking back fondly at the women who made him the man he is today. (Apr 30)

Genre: Comedy (Multicamera)

Created by: Frank Pines & Vijal Patel. Directed by: Richie Keen.

Produced by: Kerry Washington, Gail Berman, Joe Early, Frank Pines & Vijal Patel.

Studios: ABC Studios  The Jackal Group & Simpson Street

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here's some picrews of my main boys! Hale (blonde) and Jessie (brunette)! there's obviously details i'm never going to be able to get quite right because it's just a picrew and my art skills have never been even close to okay when it comes to people. poor Jessie is missing his nose ring too!

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“Iihpkshew! Ugh it’s hotter whed it’s you sdeezi’g.” Jessie pouts and cleans his face and hands up before slowly sitting up. The shift in position only makes his congestion shift too. He’s quickly pressing more tissues to his face as he- “Isshew! Iksh! Hiish! EiiksHEW! Ngh…” He groans and gives his nose a tentative blow before looking up at his boyfriend pitifully.

Finally, Hale seemed to be shedding his coat and then gently run his fingers through Jessie’s hair. “Bless you… hey.” He looked at him with a small frown. “Something’s not right here,” he said seriously, frowning at his boyfriend as he realized something was different. “Hang on, where’s your nose ring? Did you sneeze it off? Is that possible?”

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OC intros

Name: Jessie Caddel Nicknames: Texas, Cowboy, Mom Date of birth: July 6th, 1977 Gender: Transmasc Birthplace: Marshall, Texas Sexual Preference: Gay Mate Status: Eventually mated to Hale Hawthorn Occupation: Dental Assistant

Personality: Open, empathetic, firey, dependable, and resourceful. Likes: Decorating, calligraphy, and nature walks. Dislikes: Small spaces or being trapped in them, the dark, and most holidays. Hobbies: Reading and cooking.

Hair: Brunette Eyes: Brown Height: 5 foot 8 inches Unique appearance attributes: Scar above his right eyebrow on the brow bone, scar on the right side of his chin, a few various piercings in his ears and a septum piercing. Wolf colors: Red or Russet Allergies: Dust and strawberries

Things of interest: Couldn't swim until Hale taught him how, loves sushi but is scared to make his own at home, and grew up mostly in the suburbs away from the wilds and animals.

Bit of background: Oldest of nine siblings, Jessie took on a caregiver role for most of his family from an early age. This wasn't helped by an unsympathetic single mother who was eager to hand over her pup rearing duties over to her eldest. Jessie kept the household operational while his mother worked full time mostly away from home. By the time Jessie hit 18, most of his siblings called him Mom anyway despite that he'd begun transitioning. The nickname stuck a little too well, in fact, because when Jessie's mother realized her pups listened better to her eldest than to her she threw fits.

Fits that usually ended up in shout matches and unjust punishments. By 18 she'd had enough of his "disrespect" and threw him into the street. One of his siblings was careful, packed him a bag of his things, and lowered it out the window to him in the middle of the night. They said their goodbyes from the window and Jessie set off for a life on his own.

After a year of living alone on the streets, he ended up at a dive bar an hour or so from home. In desperate need of money and somewhere to go, he enters the cage matches in the hopes of at least getting some money for a loss. Instead he meets Hale, recognizes in an instant what's going on, and strikes a deal with him. It turned out to be the most reckless, dangerous, and best decision of his life.

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so I was joking around with a friend talking about my OCs after I saw the spice post and she made me this I'm DEAD

"Jessie Caddel, if you come anywhere near my elk ribs with those spices I'll bite you." "Whaaat? Hale, pleeease? You know I love when you barbeque, but can I just make one side spicy?" "Hihh'tSHuh! No! See? It's already starting!"

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OC intros

Name: Hale Hawthorn Nicknames: Natchiq, Alaska, Silver Date of birth: Dec 9th, 1971 Gender: Male Birthplace: Nome, Alaska Sexual preference: Bisexual Mate Status: Eventually mated to Jessie Caddel Occupation: Park ranger

Personality: Blunt, adventurous, hyper-independent, quiet, reclusive Likes: Guitar, camping, swimming Dislikes: Stagnation, weather over 70 degrees, controlling behavior Hobbies: Guitar

Hair: Ashy almost dirty blonde Eyes: Hazel Height: 6 foot Unique appearance attributes: Scar down the middle of his belly from an emergency surgery, round scar on the side of his torso, and burn scar on right calf on the inside. Wolf colors: Silvery gray coat Allergies: Pollen, but exceptionally allergic to Iris flowers. Exceptionally sensitive to strong smells due to being a trained tracker.

Things of interest: Smokes Marlboros, how often depends on how stressed he is. Also smokes weed, but not nearly as much as he used to. Likes to cook but doesn't often because he hates clean up and the time crunch of it. Since he grew up by the frozen sea, he can make damn good fish. Tends to get into fights after whiskey specifically.

Bit of background: Born and bred to lead the Alaskan pack, Hale Hawthorn grew up an alpha’s alpha. Under his father’s strict rule and sense of tradition, the pack struggled but survived. Disappearances happened every now and then, but life was hard up north. No one thought anything of it. When he was ten, his mother disappeared. Hale grew cold after that, like many in Nome did to survive. Hale grew, grew into bad habits, grew into rage, grew into bitterness. He saw more than the rest of the town did about how his father ran things. Then his father gave away the position of Head Alpha to his brother and Hale’s birthright was ripped out from under his feet. He organized a coop, rallied anyone who would follow him against his father, and the town of Nome clashed in a fight of blood and snow.

People died. People Hale cared about. If not for an exceptionally kind family just outside of town, Hale would have died. He was hunted through Alaska until he reached the Yukon then headed south. For a while he went as far south as he could tolerate, all the way down to Texas, but he couldn’t handle the heat.

It was there in a bar in Texas, throwing cage match fights, that Hale met Jessie. A scrappy and malnourished young pup like himself just trying to make it. In hushed voices, Jessie cut a deal with Hale to bet against the odds, win a fight against him, and they split the cut. The moment they had their winnings, they ran and friendship began to blossom. Jessie admitted he had no where to go so Hale let him stay.

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Can I ask for 7 and 14 for the two of them? Thank you!!

Ahh! Thank you for asking!! 7) How do they trust people? Will they give themselfs up for someone else? Jessie definitely trusts easier than Hale does and he's very caring so prone to give himself up easy. He grew up the eldest of 8, always taking care of the rest, it's just second nature for him at this point. Hale does not trust easy. At all. You know those Neon Yellow Nervous collars some dogs have? Hale needs one that says Trust Issues. For the people he does decide to trust and care about though, he gives his whole self to them. 14) Are they emotional or rather rational? And does that change when they're sick? Jessie is more rational, but he can tap into his emotional side usually when he needs it to be The Carer, y'know? It absolutely changes when he's sick because he's all emotions all the time. He's baby. No brave face. Nope. Give him love plz. Hale likes to pretend he's rational, but he isn't. He's emotional and thinks with emotions first then rational planning second as a trained response. When he's sick he's honestly just... more emotional. He's just poutier about it at first.

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laying in bed thinking about my OC wolf boys Hale and Jessie... once Hale knows about Jessie's kink he starts letting himself sneeze more around the house and Jessie is so confused (and turned on) by the sudden uptick in sneezes from his boyfriend. turns out Hale can sometimes just sniff just right and make the urge to sneeze go away, but Jessie isn't having it. he wants to see what kind of control Hale has for himself so he buys him chhinkni, sits him down on the bed one night, and explains. Hale agrees. the second the container is opened Hale starts sneezing helplessly into Jessie's lap.

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Hi! 🍊 and 🌈 for Jessie, 🍇 and 💊 for Hale, 🎭 for both of them?

Hey! Thanks for taking an interest in the boys! Jessie: 🍊 He's pretty good about making sure he takes care of himself because his immune system isn't that great tbh with you. 🌈 Jes is kinky so he doesn't really mind the sneezing when he gets sick? But he secretly adores when Hale fusses and worries over him. 🎭 Sort of... Jessie isn't the best actor, but he can sort of struggle through some mild symptoms if he has to. Hale: 🍇 Ohhh... big question. Unless it's Jessie? No. Hard no. Sometimes he even gets prickly with Jessie when he's really not feeling well. 💊 Last resort. Medicine was expensive growing up for Hale because he grew up in Nome, Alaska and shit is expensive af up there. 🎭 Yep. He can hide it. Sometimes he does out of habit just because he's used to his father demanding "no weakness" be shown.

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What I Write

Hey, I'm Bex, and I wanna start using this blog to start posting some of my snz kink writings and to possibly take request scenarios. So here's a list of some of what I write:

Witcher Golden Blessing Stranger Things (Mostly Steddie) Just Allergies Lightning Bugs Tattoos and Tissues Tattoos and Tissues pt 2 Tattoos and Tissues pt 3 I'm Your Rock, Baby. I won't back down Marvel Matt with a cold ask (Daredevil) Quiet Night (Stucky) Burning Ice (Loki (Mobius/Loki if you squint)) Why Is It Green? (Loki (Mobius/Loki) tw: emeto warning no snz) Last of Us Joel with a cold ask Tess with a cold ask Joel with a cold at Bill and Frank's ask Red Dead Redemption Bounty of Sneezes My own OCs (Hale Hawthorn, Jessie Caddel, Mari Beckett, Silas Hawthorn, Jack Miller, Erin West, Nora Williams, Thomas Kneer, Cael Ryan, & Matthew Orias.) Rained Out Scent Sensitive Things We Do For Love Jessie's Sick Day

OC Picrew Ref Hale and Jessie

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