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( big stretch! )

( woodscouts x gn!reader ) ( platonic! )

( dog people dni. )

“Pikeman, come over here!”

the pimple-faced boy was very confused as he was called over by his friend, seeing them crouched down and playing with something on the ground.

“(y/n), what are you doing?”

as he stepped closer, he could hear them cooing and talking in a (strangely comforting) baby-voice.

“yes, you’re so cute aren’t you! yes you are, yes you are!”

(y/n) spoke softly as the little grey ball of fur leaned into their touch, absolutely melting their heart. it was a kitten, probably only a month old, and it was the cutest thing they had ever seen.

pikeman inched closer, his eyebrows scrunched before realizing what it was. a kitten, of course. the woodscouts often find stray animals, ranging from aggressive and rabid dogs to the cutest and laziest cats you’d ever see.

never had any of the other woodscouts approached one, let alone pet it, so he was a little afraid for his camper.

“(y/n), be careful! what if it has rabies??”

“don’t worry pike, he’s clearly harmless!” they responded, the biggest smile on their face. they scooped up the kitty, and held him to their chest as it meowed and whined to be pet again.

“he? how do you know it’s a he?”

(y/n) turned the cat’s butt to pikeman, and lifted the tail to show the rear end.

“see that right there?” they pointed to the small hole right underneath the tail. “the line? it’s a x, see? that means it’s a boy. if it was one line alone, that means it’s a girl.”

as pikeman wondered why they knew that fact, they were already walking past him towards the tents.

“come one, let’s show the others!”

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months past by, and that kitten became the baby of the camp. (y/n) had named him ‘scout’, though only they, snake, and petrol called him that. pikeman settled for ‘little rascal’.

currently, they were all sitting in pikeman’s tent, talking about the plans for next week.

“next order of business: camp campbell! i’ve heard talk from the other camps around here, and they say that there’s a lot of illegal stuff happening there. i say that-“

but he was cut off before he could finish.

“pikeman, look!”

(y/n) sat on his cot, with scout (who was fast asleep) in their lap. however, due to their leaders incessant talking, scout had woken up.

the four (pikeman, petrol, snake, and y/n) watched scout yawn dramatically and lick his lips as he opened his eyes.

“awww, good morning cutie pie!” (y/n) cooed at him, watching as he fully woke up.

as he stretched out his front paws, claws coming out, and leaned back on his hind paws, there was only one thing the four could say:

“oh, big stretch!”

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account is still discontinued but this is dedicated to my one follower who messaged me to make sure i was okay after the discontinuation. love u bro <3

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( a choice. )

( trigger warning : homophobia ) ( small canon divergence : pikeman is the troop leader, but it’s more like being the captain of a sports team than being an actual leader. there is a sergeant who actually leads the campers. )

( pikeman x male reader angst ) ( i was broken up with today so you all are going to suffer for it ) ( for @icarusascension )

“i can’t keep being your little secret.”

(y/n) knew what he had signed up for. he knew he had signed up for a hidden relationship, but he never knew what that really meant until it had already begun.

pikeman stared at him, almost dumbfounded. “this is more complicated than that, you know that.”

“i know.” wrapping his arms around his body for comfort, (y/n) sighed deeply. “but i just can’t. i can’t hide anymore. i want to be me, the REAL me. not the me that this stupid fucking camp wants me to be.”

the pimple-faced boy almost took offense to this. “this ‘stupid fucking camp’,” he repeated his boyfriend’s words, “is what helped us meet. it’s where we…” he paused. “it’s where we fell in love.”

a scoff came from the other. “so what? so what it’s where we fell in love? i hate this place, edward. you know that. you hate it too, i-“

“do NOT say that.” edward cut him off. “i do not hate this place.” he stared hard at the other boy, trying to decipher where this conversation was going.

“well i do.” (y/n) swallowed hard, and shook his head. “i can’t stand this place. this filthy, homophobic, mold-filled place.”

pikeman was taken aback. yeah, he had heard the other complain about the camp before, but he never thought he had actually hated it.

“so tomorrow i’m going to get kicked out.”

there was a moment of silence, after the (h/c) boy spoke those words. the two stared at each other.

a siren broke the empty air, making both boys jump. that siren signaled it was bedtime.

“i’m making my choice.” (y/n) walked towards the exit of pikeman’s tent, stopping at the door to say one last sentence. “it’s time for you to make yours.” and with that, he left.

pikeman couldn’t sleep that night. tossing and turning, trying to decide which to choose. the camp, where all his friends were, where his family sent him every year to become a man. or, his boyfriend, the one who’s hand he held secretly during campfires, the one who kissed him during their forest scavenger hunt, the one who stole his heart and made his life a beautiful mess.

but in the end, there was only one answer he could choose. whether he liked it or not.

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pikeman sat at the breakfast table, poking at his oatmeal as the boys around him scarfed down their food and talked about what they would be doing today.

their troop sergeant walked around the table, watching them all and occasionally butting into conversations.

the food hall was loud, until there was a bang at the end of the table. where (y/n) stood.

a breath was caught in pikeman’s throat, and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. it was happening. he could only watch as his boyfriend came out as gay to the other campers.

it was silent. not even the sergeant had a word to say. pikeman anxiously looked at the other campers to help decide what he was going to do.

as he saw the disgust and horror on their faces, his fate was set in stone.

when the two’s eyes connected, edward sat there. he didn’t stand, he didn’t join (y/n), he just sat there, dumbstruck.

(y/n) knew he had made his choice. with tears welling in his eyes, he heard his sergeant walk over to him, and whisper something in his ear.

but he didn’t hear any of it. it was muffled, and all he could see was the image of pikeman’s shocked face.

an image he wouldn’t forget, even as his vision blurred while he ran from the campgrounds, even as he stole a boat and rowed it across to camp campbell, even when he slept, the imagine stayed clear in his mind.

and though he would never forgive edward pikeman for what he had done,

he also could never forget him.

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i do have a couple of asks in the works of actually being started, I swear

you guys can now also request ships! as long as one woodscout is involved, i’ll write for any ship (no daniel x woodscouts unless it’s platonic.)

GUYS I’m actually so sorry I didn’t even see that I had stuff in my inbox… I promise I’ll get those out to you guys soon!!

btw! you can also request platonic x readers! or aus!

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GUYS I’m actually so sorry I didn’t even see that I had stuff in my inbox… I promise I’ll get those out to you guys soon!!

btw! you can also request platonic x readers! or aus!

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Heyy could you do a Pikeman x Male!reader? I don't really care much for what it's about, but your writing is really good and I'd love to see more of it :)

Breakfast Feelings

( pikeman x male!reader )

( no warnings! ) ( welcome to yearning 101! ) ( i’m super high right now. sorry if i have typos i’ll fix them in the morning )

It was a routine, by now.

every morning, pikeman would be the first up. first awake, first ready, first to eat. only once had a person awoke before him, and that was snake. snake did not sleep at all that night, though, and pikeman did not count it.

next to be awake was petrol, snake, then jermy. they all usually ate together and would be done by the time the last camper was finally up- (y/n). every morning he would wake up last, be the last to get breakfast, and would often eat alone, and be the last to the training

but sometimes, he wouldn’t be alone.

pikeman has a personal policy that no soldier would be left behind. well, sometimes they can be left behind, but it would be preferred if they weren’t. basically, sometimes if he was doing a re-run on the obstacles, he would simply place petrol in charge and sit with (y/n).

they always had nice breakfasts together.

it was mostly silent, but a comfortable silence as they sat across from one another. pikeman usually prefers not to try and talk while another has food in their mouth, so there’s also a lot of staring. a lot of staring. mainly on edward’s part.

he never meant to notice how the shitty lighting makes his skin glow. he never meant to start looking forward to his meals with the other. he never meant to wonder how his hands felt. he never meant to crush on him.

pikeman didn’t worry about his crush until it began affecting him all day.

he didn’t think it meant anything that he went easier on (y/n) because he knew that he didn’t get much sleep. he didn’t think it meant anything when his face would go red as he watched him on the obstacle course, and he’d be unable to take his eyes off of him. he didn’t think it-

you get it.

(y/n), our handsome (y/n), on the other hand, was somehow unaware. somehow unaware how often his and his leader’s hands would always brush when they walked besides each other. somehow unaware when pikeman’s face would go red every time he would see him right out of a shower, and he would stammer a little.

because of this, pikeman assumed (y/n) was straight. his gaydar is so bad. of course, there was the possibility that he was gay and simply not into him; but that idea made pikeman upset so he just pretended it didn’t exist.

so now, as they sat across one another at the breakfast table, pikeman kept his thoughts of affection away and tried to listen as his tablemate excitedly rambled about last nights dream.

maybe one day he could figure out what (y/n)’s hands like. but right now, pikeman decided he’ll just imagine it.

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THE LIBRARY

( part one of ??? )

( camp camp hogwarts au )

( reader x woodscouts )

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late. as a slytherin, you would be expected to be punctual to every class, be the top of every class, and even pass every class. but you were somehow the exception.

potions. it’s always potions. somehow, you always get too caught up in your studying in the library to realize the time. you had the reading skills of a ravenclaw, the personality of a hufflepuff, and the bravery of a gryffindor.

you come from a line of purebloods, a highly respected line of slytherins and hufflepuffs that go back decades. every woman in your family was a hufflepuff, and every man was a slytherin. you, of course, had been the one female to be sorted into slytherin. everyone was shocked. yourself, included.

now, we could go on for hours about how those in your family reacted, but you have to get to class. sneaking in through a side door, you hoped that the head of the slytherin house would either ignore you, or let you off the hook. of course, you should never expect so much from snape.

“i see you have decided to join class, miss (y/l/n).” the professor spoke sharply, and all eyes in the class turned to you. your face felt warm instantly, and you wished you could run out. of course, you couldn’t. “five points from slytherin, do not let it happen again.”

you nearly cried in relief as you nodded to him. “yes, professor, my apologies.” you were thankful you had enough control over your voice to keep it from trembling. sitting in your seat, you put your head in your arms and steadied your breathing before taking out your textbook and looking around at your deskmates.

“nice job, (y/n), getting points taken again.” a male voice said from behind you. pikeman. he never failed to mock you, no matter what happened. you were about to open your mouth to apologize, when the male sitting next to you defended you.

“five points is nothing, we’re still in the lead for the house cup. get over yourself, edward.” your deskmate spoke, and then turned to you. his name was max, another pureblood and fellow slytherin. you smiled at him sweetly, whispering your thanks before turning to actually pay attention to the class.

your professor, snape, went on and on about potions as you scribbled along in your notebook. for the hour, you worked as best you could to follow along and be sure you had all of the notes you needed for the upcoming assignment.

as you walked out of the classroom, books in arm, you caught sight of a familiar tall, buzz-cut boy. quickly, you skipped up to him and walked besides him with a smile. petrol, they called him. his real name was stephan, and his last name was petrol, but his friend billy had said he preferred it.

petrol was friends with pikeman, this you know, but didn’t mind. pikeman never proved himself to be anything more than a frenemy. sometimes he would be nice, even offer you some help in potions, other times he would remind you of a malfoy. not a good thing, mind you.

“so, petrol,” you began. the boy never responded in actual words, but he was thankful you never pushed him to speak. he found peace in your constant jabbering, somehow. you went on to talk about what happened during your potions class, failing to notice billy and pikeman now walking besides you.

“he’s such a prick sometimes, yknow? I never understand how somebody as sweet as you could be friends with somebody so rude.” you huffed to yourself, as petrol simply gave an understanding grunt in response.

“he’s not that bad, if you cared to get to know him.” a voice you recognized spoke besides you, and immediately you regretted turning to find his eyes. you and the pimple-faced boy were in a glaring contest for a few moments before you spoke up.

“I would appreciate it if you didn’t listen in on my private conversations.” you said, unbothered by his presence, unwilling to show him your shock at his attempt to be… nice? his attempt at friendship? who knows what it was.

“you’re in the hallway, conversations echo you know.” edward rolled his eyes and adjusted his tie, straightening his back. “anyhow, i came to get stephan.” his tall friend winced at his name. “we are going to the library during our free period if you would like to join.”

petrol nodded at you to confirm, giving a wave as he continued on with his friends, leaving you behind in a state of confusion and surprise.

letting out a huff of annoyance, you cursed your luck and went off speed walking to catch up, deciding your grades were more important than your pride.

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alright shawtys. i WILL revive this blog.

i recently left my camp camp hyperfixation behind me, but i still get notifs from my fics. so why not combine my two current interests?

woodscouts x reader harry potter au, anybody? ;)

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I have a fic idea but I want you guys to help!! which one of the wood scouts should I use? male/female/gender neutral reader? lmk what you wanna see!!

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starting to try and get back onto writing on this account. should I do a halloween fic?

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by the way

please please PLEASE send in requests guys! a big reason i haven’t been writing is no inspiration. so request! request as much as you want, with whichever character (not jermy, or anyone who isn’t a woodscout)

yes I will take requests for Daniel even, while he was the temporary leader of the woodscouts! please! 🥺

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kissing distance

request? : nope

x? : petrol x male!reader (thought I’d cater to any male readers❤️)

scenario : just some soft times between the lovers.

extra : cussing!

the sounds of birds chirping echoed through the silent camp.

it was early morning, and (y/n) had gotten up in order to have some alone time. he was mainly just wandering around the camp, lost in his own thoughts. that was, until his love able boyfriend had scooped him up.

originally (y/n) screamed, thrashing until he recognized the way the strangers back felt, the way the arms looked, and the strange silence. “petrol!” something about this says this happens often.

the boy spun around in the other’s arms, smiling brightly at the sight of his freckled-lover. “you scared me.” he leaned forward and kissed his forehead, before being set down. instinctively, he wrapped his arms around petrol’s right arm, and they began to walk around the camp together this time.

when they got to the lake, (y/n) got the bright idea of grabbing a rock, and skipping it against the water. it skipped twice before sinking into the murky lake. petrol simply smirked and did the same, it skipping about four times. (y/n) poured and crossed his arms. “how are you so good!?” he exclaimed. stephan chuckled, walking over to his boyfriend, still smirking, and skipping another rock in front of him, which went just as far as his last one.

(y/n) scrunched his face. “y���know, you talk mad shit for someone in kissing distance.” this called for a confused look from his boyfriend, and (y/n) simply closed the (long/short) distance between them, capturing petrol in a kiss. almost immediately, long arms wrapped around (y/n), pulling him even closer, until-

“hey, lovebirds! it’s too damn early for this!”

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damb..... the return of a legend.......

god has returned

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top dog

request? : no

scenario? : normally there are no females in the woodscouts, but the 14 year-old daughter of the camp director is an exception.

x? : woodscouts x fem!reader

the crunch of the rocks underneath her new boots were not a pleasant sound, but a sound she’d have to get used to.

dark brown eyes looked over the camp, and the three campers in front of her. “this is it?” she asked, with a disgusted look on her (s/c) face. the pepperoni-faced male directly in front of her gulped, and nodded. “y-yes, although you will find our camp sufficient despite the-” though he was cut off mid-sentence. “so disappointing.” she rolled her eyes and walked a few steps towards them, her shoulders back, head up, and eyes gleaming with confidence. her whole aura screamed ‘don’t fuck with me’, and for a couple pre-teen campers, it was a little overwhelming.

the three boys felt completely different about the girl.

pikeman was upset, nervous, and intimidated. this was the first female he’s talked to that actually scared him. normally he would have told her that he’s a man and the troop leader- but she’s obviously his superior. and not only that, she was attractive. he stood straight as a board as he watched her speak, trying to calm down the nervous blush on his face. he barely breathed, and every time she looked at him he got shivers. the boy didn’t know how long he would be able to take the pressure.

billy liked this girl. she was confident, bossy, and determined, and not to mention good looking. her liked her much more than pikeman, who he found to be arrogant and annoying. he didn’t listen to a word she said anyways though, content on turning the candy cane he had into another shank. the girl in front of him didn’t seem to notice him not paying attention, so he didn’t try and make it seem like he was.

the tallest of the three didn’t know how to feel. though he was taller than her, he still felt slightly intimidated. he stood straight as normal, and seemed to analyze the girl. she knew what she was doing, obviously, but seemed disappointed with the camp, the campers, and the overall mood of the place. he had to admit it was gloomy, but you get over that after a month or two. petrol listened to most of what she was saying, his mind constantly wandering to how pikeman must’ve been feeling.

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i am so, so sorry for my disappearance guys. i find it so hard to write these days, and i couldnt even finish this one thing. i loose my inspiration, and then just give up. this is terrible but I need to give you guys SOMETHING.

I am so sorry guys. I’ll try to write more, but I’m busy all the time, and it’s 12:20 AM and I need sleep.

please forgive me :((

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Are requests still up? 🙂😅

ajsnwkfnksjdjc yes they are!! I am so sorry for the lack of.. anything on this account, I’ve been so busy with school and sports and such.

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