loud owl gang/boiling cult oneshots

ollie knows how to spell i swear

crayon wrapped it's long spender body around celebrate, the smell of wax infiltrating celebrate's nose. celebrate stiffened in crayon's grasp, desperate not to let tears fall after going so long without intimacy

"it's okay," crayon soothed. "you don't always have to celebrate good times, cmon. you're allowed to celebrate the bad times"

and that's when celebrate finally broke down in crayon's hold. crayon shushed celebrate and rocked celebrate back and forth.

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this fic is dedicated to the loud owl gang gc, we may have existed for less than a day but i love you stinkies