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@somewherefanfic :’) :3 🧡

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i m so rr y hhh h. H lmao

BIG MOOD DUDE YOU GOOD 😂😂😂

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S...smol....

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Chester: if I’m not mistaken, my body is made of flesh and not clothes.

Max: the hell you mean, ‘if I’m not mistaken’?

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Chester + petunias

Petunias = bitterness, resentment, frustration, not losing hope.

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Eli calls everyone at Camp Campbell his friends and you can fight me on that. Friend Max. Friend Space Kid. Friend Nurf. No one tells him to stop or their heads will be ripped off by Quartermaster. It is an unspoken rule.

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Eli definitely has fairy lights (string lights) all over the inside of his cabin. They’re his favorite kind of lighting and they make him happy every time he walks through his door.

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SomewhereSequel drabbles #2 - “Sunflower”

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Hi siblings, good morning! Some ideas popped into my head a couple days ago for another SomewhereSequel drabble. Be warned, you may choke on the sheer aubundance of fluff in this one.

Also I’m using song titles for drabble names now, like SOWK chapters. And I used this song from Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse because screw you.

Sorry this one’s awfully short, but anyways, have fun and enjoy!

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You awoke at 5:12 am to the sound of your phone vibrating and the screen lighting up. Usually, it your phone wasn’t able to wake you up, especially at this hour, as you were a pretty deep sleeper. Oh well. Barely conscious, you stretched your arm towards the nightstand to grab your phone: it was a message from Max.

What was Max doing up at this hour? And how did your phone wake you up for this? Must have been some sort of motherly instincts. The thought comforted you. Opening it up, you read that it was actually a short string of messages, something somewhat unusual for Max. They read:

Hey

Mom

Help

?? Help

Despite your senses being muddled due to exhaustion, you felt a pang of worry. Was something wrong? No, it couldn’t be, you thought. If something serious was off, he’d’ve come in here for help. You decided to text back and find out what was up.

— What’s wrong?

August fell asleep on my chest and I can’t move. I need to go to the bathroom

What do I do

A wave of relief washed gently over you. It was nothing to be too concerned about. Still, you found yourself grinning from ear to ear, because let’s face it, that text was one of the cutest things you’d ever read.

Augustus Flowers, known as August, had been Max’s boyfriend since before he’d come out of the closet as bisexual at the end of 7th grade, and now they were in 8th grade and still going strong. He was a very sweet boy who could be a bit soft-spoken, and you could always see him giggling at Max’s jokes, helping him study, or just hanging out with your son.

Their interests and personalities were not the most similar, but it wasn’t enough to drive them apart. They really respected each other, and, from your understanding, they just sort of clicked for those reasons.

You thought they were a really great couple, and you and David supported them every step of the way. The same went for August’s parents, thankfully. Max was always welcome at their house and August at yours. Once you’d finished dwelling on the adorability of the whole situation, you had to respond to him.

Still, it was around 5 in the morning, so you decided to get back at him a little for waking you up before helping out.

— Awww 😊

Whatever. What do I do. I don’t want to wake him up

— Max. That. is. Adorable.

Alright cool but I need to get up.

— lmao.

This isn’t fucking funny mom I really need to pee.

Reading that, you had to cover your mouth so your laugh wouldn’t wake up David. You took a deep breath, shook your head, and went back to texting.

— Alright, alright. You’re gonna have to just get up. You could try to be slow and careful, but he’s probably gonna wake up either way.

— But trust me when I say he won’t mind. After all, you’ll be getting straight back to him, right? Nothing to worry about.

Yeah. Thanks mom.

You sat there for a few more seconds when he responded again with:

Love you.

There we go, you thought.

— you’re welcome, love you too. Night Max.

Goodnight.

You smiled again and sighed, turning your phone back off. Now you could rest even easier.