#saw this while wandering Walmart

[chaotic-toby]

Deadpool and Ghostface sitting in a tree

K I S S I N G

[thatone-brightstar]

The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 3: Pin a Fox skin to the wall, call it decoration

Words: 4.9k

Summary: With a few drinks in, you both confess your feelings. But there's always something getting in the way.

a/n: I am the gift that keeps on giving! So here's the next chapter cuz I feel shitty just leaving it in my documents and you all have been so nice! Enjoy! xx

P.S. Reader is Latina in this, so there's gonna be melanin for daysss.

“How much longer do you think you're gonna be?!” Syd yelled at her phone through the noisy bar.

Everyone was on a different wave of conversation, ranging from sports to food to whatever new show they were hooked on. The buzz of chatter around them combined with the pulsing music and lack of food in his system was enough to create a growing migraine in Carmy’s head. He gladly took a swig of the beer in front of him to dumb out the increasing sensation as he waited for Syd to hang up on you. He thought their reaction to joining them would be one of distaste or discomfort but his first drink had been on Sweeps, who was glad to finally see him outside the perimeters of The Beef. 

“I like what you’ve done to the place.” He said after finishing the second beer. “But you gotta lighten up, man. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Also you could use a tan. Try going out in the sun every once in a while!” He joked and a genuine laugh had left Carmy’s lips for the first time in forever.

“She’s on her way!” Sydney yelled to the table and everyone acknowledged it before returning to their conversations.

“Does she know I’m here?” He asked her over the noise, a bit concerned whether he wanted to know the answer or not.

“Yeah! I told her we’re all here!” She answered and of course she would tell you, because as far as they were concerned, nothing out of the ordinary had happened between you two.

His hand began to grow clammy and he took another hefty swig of the amber liquid to try and calm the nerves down. At least the music was loud enough to drown out the sound of his thoughts, he'd have to make due with that for now. The chatter transitioned into anecdotes about the stupidest things they had done as teens and they spent the next ten minutes debating whether Angel stealing single batteries from the family packs at Walmart counted as kleptomania or not. By his third beer, he felt his shoulders lose a bit of the perpetual weight that had been sitting on them since he had arrived back in Chicago; the music felt more bearable, his laughs lighter and his nerves almost down to a hum. 

They had been lucky enough to get a booth table by the windows, the sight of River North’s night life was in full bloom behind the old stained glass and his eyes wandered to the new perspective he had been granted of the old neighborhood. Between neon signs and moving cars he saw you from afar. Standing patiently for the little human to move on the crosswalk light. You looked like a radiant ray of moonlight, with loose curls framing your face like a dark halo and even though he had found you absolutely beautiful with your paint splattered overalls, this was something entirely different, something that would have him losing his balance if he wasn’t already sitting down.

He watched you move your boot-covered feet closer towards the bar, and with each stride on the long skirt, the slit up your thigh revealed a glimpse of lovely tan skin with swirling designs he had known no existence of until then, but now wanted to discover more of. Golden rings contrasted against the black jacket covering your arms as you raked your fingers through your hair and turned towards the window where he had shamelessly been gawking at you. A small smile covered your previous serious features and you waved nervously before disappearing through the entrance.

He shuffled in his seat and wished he would have at least run some water through his hair before leaving, but looking around at everyone’s post work attire, he figured he’d be fine. A cheer of ‘Hey's was heard through the group as you approached the table and you made a little dance once you reached them. You scooted into the booth beside the edge by Carmy and threw a nervous smile in his direction.

“Sorry I’m late! Two fuckin Ubers canceled on my last minute. I swear I was about to start walking!” You yelled exasperated.

“Well you’re already two drinks behind so start catchin’ up!” Marcus said, calling the waiter over and ordering another round of beers and a double  shot of tequila for each one.

“Oh it’s gonna be like that then, huh?!” You asked him with raised brows and a smile.

“Uhh, yeah!” He mimicked you in a pitched valley girl accent and the table roared in laughter.

They went around talking about their day and how Richie, as he does, had death threatened Fak for suggesting he should go to anger management classes. Your shoulder rubbed alongside Carmy’s in the small booth as you laughed at their stories and the friction along with your delicate perfume was making it hard to concentrate on anything at all. He took a couple of fries from the dish at the center of the table to keep his mouth occupied as he listened to Syd and you argue about the best contestant in a new baking show you were both watching. 

The shots came with cheers, and as everyone took the small glass in one hand and a lemon wedge in the other, they went around the table to say something they cheered for,

“I’m thankful that I got tomorrow off so I can get as hammered as I want!” Cheered Sweeps and it was followed by a choir of Boo’s from everyone.

“I guess I'm thankful that I got a job that I actually like.” Marcus continued and the Boo’s turned to Aw’s.

“And I’m very thankful for you, bunch of idiots.” You finished shily and only Marcus, who was sitting across from you, noticed your eyes linger a little too long on Carmy.

Their little glasses clinged against one another and everyone downed the transparent liquid with a scrunched face. 

The conversations broke into groups again, and he took his shot at catching your attention before anyone else. He gently bumped his shoulder against yours while he took a sip of alcohol for courage. From his side view he saw you had turned up to look at him and noticed you swallow hard scanning his features. When he turned to you, a soft smile covered your face and it was hard not to smile back.

“Hey” You whispered, bumping your shoulder back to his softly.

“You..um, you look really nice.” He said leaning towards you so you could hear him better above the music, and also so no one else would  notice his words. 

His breath ghosted over the skin of your ear and you were thankful for the jacket covering your already bumpy skin.  

“Thank you.” You whispered, cheeks warm.

“Look, I’m sor-“ 

“I’m sorry for-“

You interrupted each other, then laughed waiting for the other to continue. 

“You go.” You insisted.

He breathed in deep and turned his torso towards you to give himself a false sense of privacy in the crowded space. “I’m really sorry If I made you feel uncomfortable… back at the office.” He started and his eyes jumped between yours trying to decipher your thoughts through your expressions. “That was not cool and kinda creepy and I don’t want you to go because of me-”

“Wait-”

“You’re a great addition to the team, honestly one of the best, you’re good at calming Richie when he gets stressed and you're fast and precise, and you're good for me too-” He kept rambling, his gaze now focused in his hands.

“Carmy-” You tried to interrupt again with no avail.

“And I’d hate for you to leave cause I’m an impulsive jackass and I wouldn’t know what to do if I.. couldn’t see you.. anymore.” He finished swallowing hard, his eyes dragged slowly from his hands to your features and he grew scared of the confession that had left his mouth under the rambling.

All his words separately meant something different, they meant a thank you, a praise, a gentle pat on the back. But not like this, not all together, jumbled and tied with a string of revelation that there might be something more than what he was saying. He saw your chest raise with the motion of a heavy breath and your eyebrows were scrunched in concentration over his face. The background noise had been covered over by the thumping of blood rushing to his head and for a second his heart stopped at the idea that he had dug himself a deeper grave than he had wished for. He stared back at your eyes unable to look away, the ‘Fuck it’ from a couple hours ago now sour on his tongue.

“Do you wanna talk outside?” You whispered leaning forward so he could hear you, brows still knotted together.

You didn’t wait for his answer as you reached down to his tightly clasped hands and wedged your fingers carefully to get them to separate. You held on tightly then began to slip out the booth telling everyone you were gonna get more drinks for the table, before getting lost in the sea of bodies standing around. He let you guide him through the free spaces between the swaying crowd of drunks as he did his best to calm the growing anxiety in his chest. All he could concentrate on were your delicate fingers brushing softly around his hand.

This is what he wanted, right? This is why he had come knowing you would be here, to tell you how he felt, to clear things up, and since the cat’s head was already out the bag, might as well let the rest of the body out. 

‘Let it rip’ his brother’s words danced in his mind and he smiled humorlessly at how they teased him with how easy it sounded to do so.

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Fuuuck. You had not planned this far ahead. At least not this early into the night. You expected to do this with maybe another three drinks in your system, when you could still hold a serious conversation without crying for getting rejected cause the voice in your head would slur that it was his loss and that you were still a bad bitch. It also didn’t help that you had smoked a bit while getting ready and the cloudy haze around your brain had not subsided. You were coherent, yes, which was important, however you were not very good with your self control and with the way your throat had closed up at the sight of his profile while he simply took a drink, god you knew this was gonna be hard. 

His confession still swam in the swampy waters of your foggy brain as you pulled both of you through the crowded space. Your hand was tightly wrapped around what you could hold of his and when you finally spotted an exit, your heart leaped in your chest at the idea of how the conversation would go. The emergency door stood tall between the bathroom entrances, an inaudible creek vibrated through the metal as you pushed yourself against it and a cold breeze of air welcomed your face when you both stepped out into the alley. You expected a few smokers to linger around, but then again many who did choose to smoke did it in front of the place, not the side alley like rats; so you were alone. Great.

You finally let go of his hand, a cold absence replacing it, then leaned against the wall in front of the metal exit, staring at him. He took a cigarette from the packet inside his jacket and lit it, mimicking your actions by the door. He took a couple calming drags while both of you thought about what you were gonna say next. 

You could play this two ways: One. Pretend like you hadn’t understood what he said at the booth and say the whole office thing had been a misunderstanding. A little gaslighting wouldn’t hurt, right? It was for your own good anyway, the both of you. The pessimist in you was sure Carmen didn’t know what he was getting into and he already had enough problems trying to get the restaurant off the ground to add yours to the mix. 

And two, Tell him how you felt, fuck the rule. You had known him long enough to know he wasn’t the type of guy you established the rule for in the first place. He was nothing similar to the mutherfuckers you had met in your other jobs, he was nice and patient and cared more about others than he liked to admit; and for fuck’s sake if the bar was already on the floor, finding someone like that and also have him be hot, was not a common occurrence. 

You took your eyes off your boots scraping the pavement to look at him. ‘Why is he so hot and so miserable?!’ you thought as you watched him with his cigarette, the gloss in your eyes making any source of light into twinkling stars. His eyes met yours and normally you would avert your gaze. Normally, however, you would not be in this situation and normally you would not be feeling this angry all of a sudden. 

“You thought I was gonna leave?” You asked. ‘Solid start’.

“I thought I freaked you out.” He shrugged. “You walked out on me.”

“Yeah, and how did you expect me to react?” You respond a little more defensive than you intended. 

“Look, I know it was fucked and I’m sorry, okay? I just-” He took another drag to calm himself down then looked back at you, ocean eyes harboring a storm. “I don’t know what happens to me… when you're around. You make my chest not hurt as much and I- It feels easier to breathe with you.” 

You stayed silent, staring at him through hooded eyes and heavy breaths, trying to keep your mind clear because how could you concentrate on anything when he spoke so sweetly about you? You had to keep reminding yourself that this was for the best. Around you, the low rumble of the music vibrating past the walls could still be heard, like a distant world existing outside your current bubble of angst.

“Wh-what did you mean?” He asked after a long silence and he noticed the confusion in your blank stare. “When you said you needed to get me out your system, what was that?” 

Carmy noticed the subtle change in your expression, how your shoulders tensed and you diverted your gaze to anything else but him. You wanted to shout that it meant exactly that, he was so deep in your thoughts that some days you had caught yourself shamelessly daydreaming about the two of you together, in any way possible. But the last rational part in your brain held your tongue from speaking, you couldn’t say it, there was too much at risk to do so and he was not helping with the way his words were making your chest swell. You were getting angry because this would be so much easier if he was just another asshole. 

You shrugged looking at him. “Nothing, i-it just came out.” ‘Gaslighting it is.’ 

He exhaled a humorless laugh, his eyes still trained on you. “You’re a shitty liar, you know that?” He said with a last drag of his cig before flicking it to the ground and stomping on it.

He raked a hand through his hair and shameful observation had taught you that this meant Carmy was getting stressed.

“Okay, fine! You wanna know?!” You finally spat with anger, “Because I fuckin’ like you, Carmen!” You raised your arms in exasperation. “Because you have no fuckin’ idea what it does to me when you look at me like-like that!” His gaze was fixated on you, head slightly tilted down and to the right, jaw tensed. His brows dropped lower in a scowl and a jolt of lightning traveled down your back at his expression.

“And why didn’t you say anything!” He yelled back.

“Oh, seriously?! What did you want me to say? I need two roast beef sandwiches, hold the peppers and FYI Carmy, I got a crush on you?!”

“How the fuck was I supposed to know then?!” He said in frustration, taking a step closer to you and the height difference was significantly more noticeable when he wasn’t shrinking into himself.

“You weren’t supposed to, that’s the fuckin’ point!” His shoulders fell slightly and the strength in your voice lowered. “I just... needed to get over you and you’d never know. Get you out my system with someone else and never have to mention it.”

Carmy tried to ignore the flashes of your rosy cheeks and short breaths, panting under someone else. ‘This is not the time.’ he reminded himself.

“So, what? You were just gonna leave me believing I did somethin’ wrong to you when you actually liked me?”

“I wasn’t gonna leave.” You whispered. The words get caught on your tongue and you take a deep breath before continuing.

“But the last time I liked someone at my job it… It didn’t turn out right.” You struggle to calm your racing thoughts, his eyes a distracting lighthouse guiding you back in. His brows knitted together. “I don’t wanna go through that again, Carmy” You said defeated.

“You don’t know if it’s gonna be the same.” His voice pleaded just above a whisper, lower than you were used to when it came to him or his cousin.

“I don’t think I can risk it.” You whispered back, doing your best to keep the tears under control.

You were both silent for a while, until Carmy began to shake his head slowly.

“No, no, no you don’t get to do that, okay? You don’t get to tell me you like me then immediately blow me off cause some asshole in the past hurt you.” He took the last two strides in your direction, his chest now so close you could feel the heat radiating from his body.

You pushed yourself against the wall from the sudden proximity. Your breath seized in your lungs as you felt both his hands cup the sides of your face and tilt it up to stare deep into the pits of your eyes. You swallowed hard at all the scenarios flashing through your head, the turn of events giving you whiplash. He lowered his forehead slowly to yours, your eyelashes fluttered trying to close, but your eyes were fixed on his. Carmy’s face was so close, you could feel the heat off his breath. The smell of tobacco that lingered around you and mixed with the smokey wood scent that seemed to cling to him after a long workday, had your head grasping onto the last threads of self control left in  you.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me to stop and I’ll do it, I’ll never touch you again or mention it, I promise.” He rambled, a soft desperation clear in his voice. “I won’t even look in your direction but please, please don’t ever think for a second that I would do anything to hurt you.” He whispered.

Even in the darkness of the alley, you could tell his irises had swallowed the last drop of blue, now so dark and glossy you could see your own despair reflected back to you. You swallowed hard to get rid of the cottonmouth and his eyes flickered towards your lips for less than a second. ‘God, why couldn’t you just say yes?!’ Your head screamed at you through the dissipating smog of weed and untampered emotions.

He had not only given you his heart on a golden platter, but had plated it himself and set the table for you, too. Now it was solely your decision if you wanted to take it or not, if you wanted to guard his heart next to yours for safekeeping or let it finish crumbling on the grime covered pavement. You stared at his features in contemplation and scanned your brain for all the ways it told you this could go wrong. And yet, even after a thousand scenarios came up, you held in protective arms the few ones that bloomed a warm excitement in your chest. You wanted to, even if it was just this once, to be fearless, jump into the unknown regardless of the outcome. You truly did.

“It’s not that easy.” You whispered, shutting your eyes to avoid the look of hurt haunting over his. His hands faltered their grip on your face and soon a cold rush of air replaced the warm contact.

You reopened your gaze to see him standing with his hands now resting on the brick beside your head, defeated. His stare was glued to his tattooed skin, not even daring to look directly at you anymore and you knew, he was withdrawing back to the depths of his mind where one goes when you’ve been completely shattered. You could see his jaw tense up, probably in anger and he was well in his right to be so. He had bared his feelings to you and you had massacred them all over the walls in less than five words. ‘It’s better like this.’ You tried to convince yourself.

“I’m so sorry Carmy, but I-I can’t-”

He cleared his throat then pushed himself back with enough force that it almost felt like he had pulled on an invisible string against your chest.

“No- uh, no I get it.” he sniffled “You’re right, it’s better this way.” He did his best to avoid your gaze, settling it on anything around the empty alley. “I’m gonna go buy the drinks and then head home.”  He said walking back to the door.

You watched still from your position by the wall how he reached for the handle pulling the metal open. An immediate rumble of bass surrounded the once empty area as Carmy walked halfway in then stopped. He slightly turned his head in your direction, eyeing you over his shoulder.

“Don’t-uh.. don’t worry about.. this.” He said to you over the music. “I meant what I said about not sayin’ anythin’.” He rose his head to the sky for a couple seconds then back down. “So, don’t worry about it.” The gravel under his feet groaned as he turned to look at you one last time, “See you at work, chef.”

He was gone with a slam of the door. You stayed motionless, fixated on the space his body had occupied only seconds before. The ghost of his touch still tingled on your face and it took you an unspeakable amount of strength to not break down for the second time that day. It was already atrocious enough that you had committed what was probably the second worst mistake of your life by letting him go, but if you let yourself fall apart in a dingy unlit back alley of some bar, you have truly found a point lower than you thought possible. So with a very, very shaky breath and with the vast expertise as a teen with an overprotective mother, you pulled yourself together, sniffled back the tears and made your way inside ready to pretend like the last fifteen minutes had never happened.

When you reached the booth with your friends, a tray of five shots sat untouched on the table and a sour taste invaded your mouth to see the sixth had been downed and turned upside down at the end of the tray. 

“Carmy said your mom called, is everything okay?” Sydney asked as soon as you were in earshot, the pit in your stomach grew again  because even after hurting him, he still considerate enough to cover for your absence.

“Uh… yeah she’s fine. Just wanted to know when I’d be back.” You lied as you slid back into the booth.

With no hesitation, you reached for one of the glasses and downed it straight, no lemon. Syd gave a confused look to your expressionless face and even reached for one of the glasses to prove it was actually alcohol when you were laughing at Angel and Macus’ arm wrestling.

The liquid burned a distracting path down your throat and kept your attention diverted enough from the emotions you knew you’d have to figure out when the fog had lifted. For now, at least you would allow yourself to play with the idea that everything was fine and that your chest wasn’t shattering with every whiff of his lingering scent that permeated on your jacket.

The rest of the night was a blur of strawberry daiquiris, tequila shots, terrible karaoke and the guys competing over who could throw the furthest a traffic cone they found off the side of the road while walking you and Syd home, at almost four in the morning. They had dropped you off with a chorus of slurred ‘bye byess’ and kept walking in the direction of “Adventure” as Sweeps had called it. On your way up, the usual still stairs had become a workout to climb and Syd had almost landed on her ass on the second and third floor, before tripping on the forth and sliding belly first down half the flight of stairs. You did your best to contain the laughter after seeing her reaction to finally landing with nothing but a bruised chin and ego, but her surprised face was enough to have you slumping on the last step and heaving with tears in your eyes. After you both caught your breath, you reached towards her and held her hand until you were in the safety of your room.

You giggled drunk while changing into your pajamas and turned to Sydney, telling her about your foolproof plan of going home with a stranger to get Carmy out of your head.

“I don’t get it.. why not jus’ like, bang Carmy, right? And get it over with?” She said between hiccups as you both climbed into your bed.

“It’s jus’ not the same!” You whined, turning off the light. “He’s too good for that.” You heard Syd groan beside you and you’re glad the lights were off so she couldn’t see you rolling your eyes at her. “He is!”

You shimmied under the covers and stared at the glow in the dark stickers on your ceiling, the alcohol making them swim around the blank canvas like shooting stars.

“He’s sweet and kind and… funny in like a fucked up, kinda tragic way..” you giggle “and he’s so fuckin’ hot, Sydney! So hot! Every time he looks at me with those eyes I want him to bend me over the expo an-“ you feel a soft smack against your face and the plushness of the pillow drowns out your laughs. 

Syd groaned in disgust at the image you planted in her head “Dude gross! Why would I ever need to know that?!” She said taking the pillow back from you. 

You giggled again and turned to Syd’s silhouette, softly combing back the braids that rested on her shoulder to distract yourself. “I think I really fucked up tonight, Syddy.” You finally admitted in the darkness of your safe space and heavily intoxicated. 

Sydney hummed in question and you knew you only had a few moments of clarity before falling unconscious. You took the end of one of her braids and used it to tickle under her nose to keep her awake a little longer while you failed to understand the many emotions in your head.

“I think he hates me now.” You said softly, a small tear sliding out your eye and quickly disappearing into the soft fabric of your pillow.

She scratched at her nose in frustration then slightly slapped her palm against your forehead. You laughed softly but continued to bug her.

“He could never hate you, he loves you too much.” She mumbled carelessly, readjusting herself and swinging a leg up on your hip under the duvet.

Your cheeks felt warm at the idea of love and even though you knew it was too soon to call it that, you couldn’t avoid the fuzzy feeling the word brought to your insides. ‘Oh to be loved’ you thought ‘and by Carmy of all people’. 

“You can’t know that.” You said with a sniffle, caressing the tip of her braid now on your own nose. You liked how it tickled.

Syd sighed before lifting her head as best she could in her drunk and half asleep state and slurred your name “Please, that man has been tripping-over-his-feet in love with you since day one.” She paused to pull her hair from your hands and adjust the pillow under her. “You two are the only idiots who haven’t noticed.” Then laid her head back down with a soft smack.

A new sensation filled your chest, one you hadn’t really given a name to before because there hadn’t been a reason to. It was a warmth that spread from the crown of your head down to the tips of all your extremities as your friend’s words floated in your head. A slow smile extended across your face and with the last waves of consciousness you decided to put an end to all the doubt and talk to him tomorrow, the stupid rule be damned. 

Capter 4.

Taglist: @pearlstiare and that’s it lmao

[aliregression]

Little!Chris and little!Nate in the grocery store and they end up wandering off together and getting lost

Lost and Alone

Ship: Little!Chris X Little!Nate X Fem!Reader (platonic or romantic doesn’t matter to me!)

Summary: Chris and Nate got lost at the story and are scared

Warning: Lost and alone! Some tears! Happy ending!

A/N: We are just going to say reader and Nate live in L.A with the triplets!

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The house fridge and cabinets where empty with nothing but soda and seasoning. So you decided to go grocery shopping, although your littes are clingy and in headspace, so you decided to bring them along. After all what is the worst that can happen?

You had went to school with the triplets and Nate, which is how you met them and became best friends with them. Soon after you found out about Chris and Nate regression and became their caregivers.

You love your babies! They are so precious to you and without them your live seems so dull. So when the triplets decide to move to L.A you and Nate had to go as well.

Being the only girl in a house full of boys is a lot, and, well, they aren’t the best cooks either. So you cook while the boys do the cleaning. Which leave you to grocery shop as well because the boys never know what to buy.

You were currently looking at the frozen foods, knowing your littles love frozen food. You had the grocey list in one hand and making sure you had everything.

The boys where bored and saw ice cream in the aisle over so they didn’t see the problem with just looking at the ice cream, to try and convince you they need ever flavor their is.

But when they came back to the frozen foods you where no where to be found. Chris and Nate got scared and sat down on the floor and started crying.

“Mama! I want Mama!” cried Chris hoping you appear out of thin air, which you didn’t. Nate being a year (in headspace) older then Chris stood up and whiped his tears. “We have to go find her Chris” Nate said and grabbed Chris hand pulling him up.

Off they went running (which they know is a no but had to find you) around the store. But it felt like walmart was bigger then they thought. They knew you where with the food. You strictly said food only.

After realizing your babies weren’t following you after heading to checkout you speed over to the groceries section looking for them. You went through every aisle of the section not finding them. You knew they left their phones with you because they never use them in headspace.

The boys were having bad luck finding you as well. It felt like you where never going to come get them so they started crying sobbing and calling for you, hoping you appear.

You were in the aisle next to your boys, you heard their sobs and ran to the aisle they where in. You saw them and picked them up, not caring for the looks you where getting. You were just glad they were safe.

“Mama! Mama!” Nate cheered whipping his tears away. “Im so sorry sweethearts I didn’t realize you two where gone and I should have realized sooner.” You said and placed them back on the ground holding their hands.

“We shwuldn’t hwve rwn away” Chris said feeling smaller now after the scare they had. “We just wanted to see the ice cream Mama- we are sorry” Nate said giving you a pout. “Its okay now sweethearts, just don’t do it again” you said to them and they nodded agreeing

You looked around the aisle your in realizing your in the ice cream aisle, you chuckled to yourself and let your boys each pick out two different types of ice cream they want. After all they deserve it.

You hold their hands and they push the buggy to the check out. They almost ran into someone, and you apologized but let them push the shopping cart anyways. Once yall checked out and got into the car you made a promise to yourself to let Matt or Nick deal with the shopping now.

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If this is bad its not proof read im sorry :,)

[yourmomsawh0r3]

crossroads: chapter 2

javier pena x fem/ single mom reader

The morning sun streamed through the windows of their new home, casting a warm glow over the kitchen. Y/N and Elle had been awake since 9 AM, grateful for the extra rest Elle had gotten by sleeping in. Elle's laughter filled the room as she danced to a song playing on the iPad. Y/N chuckled while flipping pancakes on the griddle.

"Do you want chocolate chips on your pancake?" Y/N asked, glancing over her shoulder at her daughter.

"Yes, pwease!" Elle said, still twirling to the music.

Just as Y/N plated the pancakes, the doorbell rang. Startled, she put down the plate and walked to the door. Peeking through the peephole, she sighed in relief when she saw the delivery people. Opening the door, she greeted them warmly.

"Hi, I’m Elle," her daughter chimed in, pushing her way between Y/N and the door. She flashed a toothless grin at the delivery guy.

"Hi there, Elle! I’m Harry," the delivery guy said, smiling back. "I’m here to deliver and build your furniture."

Y/N exhaled, grateful that she had signed up for the furniture assembly service. "Thank you so much," she said, stepping aside to let the delivery team in. She placed Elle in her portable high chair and set a pancake in front of her.

As Elle happily munched on her breakfast, Y/N directed the movers where to place the already assembled furniture. "Can I get you guys a water or anything?" she asked.

"That would be perfect," one of them replied.

After a few hours of work, the movers had finished setting up everything. Y/N thanked them profusely as they left, closing the door behind them.

"Alright, munchkin, we gotta go to Walmart. We need a TV, groceries, and some other things for the house," Y/N said, helping Elle put on her shoes. They grabbed Y/N's purse and headed to the car. She buckled Elle into her car seat and drove to Walmart.

On the way, Elle begged for a new toy. Y/N sighed, considering how well-behaved Elle had been recently. "Okay, you can have one toy, but nothing too expensive," she agreed.

At Walmart, Y/N placed Elle in the shopping cart and locked the car. They wandered through the aisles, filling the cart with groceries, home decor, and other necessities. At the checkout, Y/N asked the cashier to put the two TVs on hold and to help load them into her car. They finally checked out and headed home, with all the items they came for, including Elle's new toy.

Back at home, Y/N lugged the two TVs inside, setting one up in the living room and the other in the bedroom. She put away the groceries and decorated the house to make it feel like a home. Elle begged her mom to go play outside on the new playset the builders had assembled. Giving in, Y/N took her daughter outside and pushed her on the swing.

"Higher, Mommy!" Elle squealed with delight.

Y/N laughed and pushed her higher into the air. After an hour and a half in the summer heat, the sun began to set. "Alright, peanut, time to go inside. We gotta make dinner," she said, leading Elle back inside.

In the kitchen, Y/N stared at the cabinet, deciding on spaghetti for dinner. She set to work, preparing the meal while Elle played with her toys on the floor. As they sat down to eat, Y/N heard a car door shut outside. It must be her neighbor, she thought, but she ignored it and continued eating.

After dinner, she packaged some leftover spaghetti for her neighbor, thinking it would be a nice gesture. Meanwhile, next door, Javier Peña had just gotten home from a night shift. He noticed the "For Sale" sign was gone and an SUV was parked in the driveway. He stared at it for a moment, trying to remember where he had seen that car before. Shrugging it off, he went inside, hoping his new neighbors would be nicer than the last ones.

Cracking open a beer, Javier sighed as he stood in front of the empty fridge. A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. He walked over, ready to open it when he heard a small voice on the other side.

"Mommy, do you think they are home?" Elle asked.

Javier opened the door to see the woman and child he had helped the previous day with a flat tire. She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.

"Hey, Javier, right? The sheriff?" Y/N said, smiling. "Nice to see you again. We’re neighbors now. I made spaghetti for dinner and didn’t want the leftovers, so I figured why not share some with my neighbor?" she rambled, holding out a Tupperware container.

Javier grinned, finding her rambling endearing. "Thank you, that's very sweet of you," he said, taking the container. He crouched down to Elle's level. "And who might this be?" he asked.

Elle giggled. "Hi, mister! I’m Elle and I’m three," she said, holding up three fingers.

"It's nice to meet you, Elle," Javier said warmly. "Thank you for the spaghetti. It smells delicious."

Y/N smiled, feeling a flutter in her chest. "It was no problem at all. We just wanted to say hello."

"Well, I'm glad you did," Javier replied, standing up. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask."

"We will," Y/N said, her smile growing wider. "Have a good evening, Javier."

"You too," he said, watching as Y/N and Elle walked back to their house. He felt a sense of hope for the first time in a while. Maybe having new neighbors wouldn't be so bad after all.

Back in their house, Y/N felt a sense of accomplishment. They were settling in, making connections, and building a new life. As she tucked Elle into bed that night, she whispered, "Sweet dreams, my love. Tomorrow is a new day."

Elle smiled sleepily. "Goodnight, Mommy. I love you."

"I love you too, peanut," Y/N said, kissing her forehead. She quietly left the room, feeling a mix of exhaustion and contentment. They were on the right path, and that was all that mattered.

Y/N got into her bedroom and started to unpack her things, methodically placing her belongings in the closet and drawers. She made her bed, smoothing out the sheets and fluffing the pillows, but her mind kept wandering to Javier. The image of him glistening in the sun, his strong muscles flexing as he fixed her tire, and his confident smile were etched into her memory. She could almost feel the warmth of his presence, and her thoughts began to stir something deep within her.

As she pulled back the covers, her heart raced. She reached into the drawer of her nightstand and pulled out a vibrator. The anticipation made her hands tremble slightly as she pushed aside her underwear. Her mind filled with images of Javier—his firm hands, his chiseled jaw, and the way his uniform hugged his body in all the right places.

Y/N closed her eyes, letting her fantasies take over. She imagined Javier leaning over her, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered in her ear. She turned on the vibrator, the gentle hum sending shivers down her spine. Slowly, she moved it against her slick folds, her body responding eagerly to the sensation.

Her thoughts intensified, picturing Javier’s hands exploring her body, his fingers tracing every curve. She imagined the feel of his lips on her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her breathing quickened as the vibrator pulsed against her clit, her hips moving in rhythm with her fantasies.

In her mind, Javier’s voice was a low, seductive growl, telling her how much he wanted her, how beautiful she was. The thought of his strong hands gripping her hips, pulling her closer, made her moan softly. She increased the speed of the vibrator, the pleasure building inside her.

Y/N’s body arched off the bed as she imagined Javier thrusting into her, his body pressed firmly against hers. The fantasy was so vivid, she could almost feel his weight on top of her, the heat of his skin against hers. Her orgasm built rapidly, the sensation overwhelming as she envisioned Javier bringing her to the edge.

With a final thrust of the vibrator, she cried out, her body convulsing with pleasure. Waves of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. She lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, her mind still filled with images of Javier.

As she turned off the vibrator and set it aside, she smiled to herself. The thought of seeing him again, of maybe getting to know him better, filled her with a new sense of excitement. She pulled the covers over herself, feeling satisfied and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile, next door, Javier had just finished his beer and was trying to unwind from his shift. He couldn’t get Y/N out of his mind the way she looked when he first saw her stranded on the side of the road, her grateful smile when he offered to help, and the way she rambled adorably when she brought him the spaghetti. His thoughts wandered to her curves and the spark in her eyes, sending a rush of heat through his body.

Unable to resist, he moved to his bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He lay down on his bed, unbuttoning his jeans and reaching for himself. As he stroked his growing erection, he imagined Y/N’s soft skin beneath his hands, her moans filling his ears. The fantasy grew more intense, picturing her writhing beneath him, her breathless whispers driving him wild.

Javier’s hand moved faster, his mind lost in the thought of being with Y/N. The pleasure built quickly, his body tensing as he imagined her calling his name, her body arching in ecstasy. With a deep groan, he came, the release leaving him breathless and spent.

As he lay there, recovering from his climax, a smile tugged at his lips. The thought of seeing Y/N again, of possibly exploring whatever this was between them, filled him with a sense of anticipation. Both of them, in their separate homes, drifted off to sleep, their thoughts intertwined with possibilities of what tomorrow might bring.

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[slaptasticturtle]

Hallows Night

Yandere Male Werewolf X GN Reader

Warnings: Gore, Death (not reader), unhealthy relationship, unpleasant description of violence, swearing.

The night crept in on this year's Halloween, a holiday y/n quite enjoyed. Candy, costumes, scares, and the general atmosphere all made for a fun night. They hadn't gone full out with their costume, having been fired from their job a few weeks ago, they couldn't afford more than a simple Walmart costume. They had dressed as Ghostface and their friends decided that it would be fun to all be iconic slashers.

David, one of their oldest friends, had dressed as Michael Myers. He was the only one with the correct stature for it. Bulky, tall, and very imposing. The only thing that didn't match was his friendly personality. He couldn't harm a fly, even if that fly killed his entire family.

Caleb, the most recent addition to y/n's friends, dressed as Jason. His stature was wrong, but he insisted on being his favorite slasher. He was pretty short and slim, almost twig like. He carried a real machete for self defense, and to make the costume more real. Despite being shorter than everyone in the group, he was probably the best fighter. He was considered a delinquent and would constantly get into fights with others before meeting the group.

Sarah, who was like a sister to y/n, dressed as ghost face as well. There were always 2, so she thought it would be cool. Sarah refused to add any fake blood, as she didn't want to scare any kids that decided to trick or treat. She was kind to a fault, refusing to state the faults in others; even if it helped them.

Jim, who accidentally joined the group, dressed as Billy the puppet. He liked horror movies and really enjoyed Gore, so being the puppet from the saw series was his go to. He wanted to watch horror movies instead of going to the party they were walking to, but Violet convinced him to go. He hated the large crowds, but he had a not-so-secret crush on Violet. Opposites do attract.

Violet, the party girl, was going as a genderbent freddy Krueger. She loved cosplaying, and that allowed her to spend hours working on hers with how long the makeup would take. She happens to be in a rich family and was able to spend much more on her costume than the others in the group. She loved showing off her talents and loved to be in larger crowds.

Finally, there was Samuel, the survivalist. He was dressed as leather face. He wasn't as buff as David, but he was still pretty strong. He had more of a sleeper build, which he got from working in the forest. He worked as a lumberjack, and just happened to go to the same college as y/n. He met the group when they had gone camping in the forest his family owned. They hadn't known, but Samuel was pretty forgiving and allowed the to camp. After that he showed up to one of y/n's classes and slowly became a member of the group.

They had decided to go to a party that one of their fellow students was hosting. They had invited just about everyone in the college, so the group was expecting a large crowd. Y/n, while not afraid of large crowds, was worried about how large this one may be. They had decided to walk there, as it wasn't to far, and Sarah wanted to see the trick or treaters. She had brought a bag of candy for the walk, and was passing out candy to truck or treaters as they passed by. Violet was skipping as she walked, which was slightly unsettling with the costume she had. David was walking in the middle, in order to appear scary to any wannabe hooligans he claimed, but the group knew it was because he didn't want to get lost. He was known to suddenly wander off when something caught his attention.

Caleb was glaring at anyone who passed by, and would occasionally jump out at little kids. Everytime he did, Sarah would slap the back of his head and the group would need to stop for Sarah to lecture him. Y/n was just walking along with David and Samuel, all three pretty silent on the way and only really talking when they were talked to. Violet joked that Y/n had scary dog privileges, as both Samuel and David towered over them and anyone would think twice before approaching Y/n.

After half an hour, they finally began to see lights. The crowd wasn't in the thousands, but there were atleast a few hundred people. Luckily that classmate was the product of an eccentric millionaire father, so the giant mansion had more than enough room. The party was loud, and y/n could tell that most party goers were either drunk or high. Caleb scrunched up his nose as one person passed by, reeking of alcohol. Violet immediately ran off, and Caleb began to follow leaving the rest of the group behind.

Dave looked around for a second before turning to the others.

Dave:"so, what are we going to do?"

Sarah:"stick together, have fun, and not get too drunk or high?"

Y/n:"sounds like a plan."

Samuel:"should we look for the other two?"

Y/n:"nah, they probably are going to end up in bed together and I don't want to interfere with something we have been waiting for."

Sarah looked disgusted at that comment, and gave a little "hmph" while Dave giggled and Samuel let out a full belly laugh, which attracted the attention if a few nearby party goers.

Samuel:"I agree with y/n on this, we knew it would happen eventually."

David:"yeah, let's leave Mr Guard Dog with Ms. Princess so they can finally get together. I see the punchbowl, does anyone want a drink?"

Y/n shrugged.

Y/n:"only if it is not spiked, don't want to get drunk yet."

Samuel:"I'll take one, and I didn't know you liked to get drunk y/n."

Y/n:"I really don't, but it's a party; so why not live a little."

Sarah shook her head.

Sarah:"not thirsty at the moment."

David:"suit yourself."

David wandered to the punch bowl and proceeded to fill three cups. He took a sip of his, and poured one of the cups back into the punch bowl. He then walked back over with his cup and one other.

David:"definitely spiked. I could taste the vodka"

Samuel took a sip.

Samuel:"yep; vodka, tequila, and a little bit of wine. Pretty weird combination. Maybe multiple people tried to spike it?:

Dave:"man, I wish I had those kind of taste buds. How could you tell about the wine?"

Samuel smiled and boastful stated

Samuel:"my mother's a natural when it comes to cooking. My pallete is very advanced. Wine has an off taste when it comes to the grape flavor, and the punch does not contain grapes."

After a few hours of partying, y/n decided to give get some punch. David noticed and walked over to them.

David:"I can go get you some punch now, there is quite a crowd near there and I would rather you not be assimilated."

Y/n:"thanks. I'll be right here."

David nodded and began to head to the table. After a minute, Samuel approached Y/n with a cup of punch. He held it out and said

Samuel:"David told me to give this to you, Sarah needed his help with something."

Y/n nodded and thanked him before drinking it. It had an off taste, but y/n assumed it was the alcohol. After a few minutes after finishing the punch, Y/n began to feel dizzy and saw David approach. He had a cup if punch in his hands.

David:"are you feeling OK? You look a little pale. I got the punch finally, the line was massive."

Y/n looked at David confused, but was to dizzy to form a complete sentence. After a moment, Y/n lost their balance and David caught them. He brought them to an empty room and sat them on the ground.

David:"I'll watch over you, get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

With that y/n slowly fell asleep.

After an unknown amount of time, y/n awoke to David shaking them. The first thing y/n picked up was the sound screaming. David in a hushed tone hurriedly explained to y/n what was happening

David:"Y/n, you awake? Good. I barricaded the door and called the police. Someone went crazy and suddenly bit the throat of someone else. They then grabbed a knife and began to stab other people. We need to be quite."

Y/n, now fearing for their lives, quickly nodded and began to shiver in fear. David noticed and wrapped them up in a nearby curtain. They happened to be in a storage room, and a lot of old furniture was stashed there. David began to search for a weapon. Y/n noticed a second exit, an emergency exit, that didn't have an entrance. They pointed it out to David.

David:"we will use that as a last resort. I checked, it leads to the hallway outside. This room is like a panic room it seems."

Y/n agreed, as they were in the room and were definitely panicking.

After the screams began to die down, they heard footsteps approach the barricaded door. They heard a growl, and suddenly the door was being slammed into. The barricade, which consisted of a dresser and mirror, began to Crack. The door was splintering, and David quickly turned to y/n.

David:"you need to go. I will distract them while you escape."

Y/n began to shake their head, but David hushed them.

David:"I will not let you be killed. I love you to much to allow you to be hurt. Live your life, remember me, and get outside. The police will be here soon. I'm happy to be your friend."

Y/n looked shocked for a moment, then nodded now determined. Another slam caused the mirror to fall and shatter, the dresser was beginning to fall apart. David grabbed the curtain pole, and got into a stance. Y/n quickly pushed against the wall and immediately began to run. They were shocked at the carnage. Dozens of dead bodies, blood everywhere. The floor was surely going to be stained crimson. Some bodies were missing limbs, others bad their throats torn out. A few of the bodies were moaning in pain, but y/n couldn't afford to stop. The person slamming into the door broke through, based on the sudden crash behind y/n as they continued to run. Tears streamed down y/n's face as they continued to run as a sudden howl rang out. Y/n gasped, and came to a stop, the tears growing. Sarah's body laid infront of them and seemed to be the worst of all. She was missing both legs, an arm, and had a large scratch going through her face. The only reason Y/n could even recognize Sarah was the torn costume, and the necklace they wore. Y/n came out of their shock and began to run towards the entrance again. They were lost, though, not knowing the directions of the mansion and how they got to the storage room. Suddenly someone grabbed their shoulder. Y/n turned and gasped.

Caleb was getting along with Violet for a while when suddenly screams ran out. Caleb turned for a minute and heard violet chuckle. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain on his shoulder and could no longer feel his arm. He looked at his arm and let out a cry of agony. Violet, who now was nearly 7 feet tall and looked like a monster, had ripped his arm off. He quickly began to run, while Violet began a rampage. She quickly grabbed one of the other party goers and ripped their throat our with her bare teeth, blood gushing onto her brown fur. Caleb ran to one of the curtains, and using his machete, cut a large section off. He was loosing blood fast, ND would die if he did not hurry. He made a tourniquet and quickly tightened it onto his shoulder, which slowed the bleeding. He used another strip to package his wound, hissing as he did. He would survive this wound for a bit longer, but he needed to get out. He placed his machete in his holster, and began to head to the entrance when he noticed someone familiar. He grasped at their shoulder, and Y/n turned around, gasping.

Caleb:"do you know where the others are?"

Y/n, with tears in their eyes,:"David sacrificed himself so I could escape. Sarah is dead. I don't know about Samuel or violet."

Caleb gritted his teeth and said:"violet is one of the monsters. She suddenly grew several feet taller and ripped my arm off. We need to find the others, if they are still alive. Based on the dead bodies around us, there is more than just 1 or 2 monsters. I am ahead of Violet, but she may be gaining ground."

Y/n was shocked, but quickly regained their resolve. They nodded and began to search rooms as quietly and quickly as possible. A voice suddenly rang out from the hallway they were in.

Violet:"Caleb, I can smell your blood! I know you are out here! If you show yourself, I can give you a quick death. Almost painless. If you surrender Y/n, I will let you go. After all, this is all for them!"

Caleb quickly whipped around and told Y/n

Caleb:"we need to go. Split up, we will meet in the main lobby. If I'm not there in 5 minutes, leave without me. You just need to go straight and to the right. Last door. I will try and lose them."

With that he quickly rushed into a bedroom. Y/n turned and began to spring down the hallway as Violet called out to them

Violet:"Y/n, please come here. I won't hurt you, none of us will. We just want to welcome you to the family. No one else needs to die, not Caleb, Samuel, Sarah, or David!"

Y/n turned and shouted back as they continued to run

Y/n:"you monsters killed Sarah and David. You probably killed Samuel. Leave me alone, I don't want to join whatever you monsters are!"

Y/n heard a snarl, but they heard a door open and saw a giant wolf monster go into the bedroom Caleb went into. Y/n finally burst through the doors to the main lobby, which was surprisingly clean. Almost no dead bodies, and the few that did exist were placed into the corners of the room. Y/n rushed to the bodies and began to search for Samuel. None of the bodies matched.

Caleb was dashing from room to room. His adrenaline was causing the pain to be a mild discomfort. He needed to escape. He need to save atleast one of his friends. As he ran he was replaying all his memories of Y/n, Samuel, Violet David, and Sarah in his mind. They pulled him out of the roughest place in his life and saved him, and now because one of his friends happened to be a monster; he was going to lose them. He needed to save Y/n, whatever Violet had planned for them was not something they deserved. He might also be able to save Samuel, but he wouldn't get his hopes up until he saw them.

Violet called after him as he ran

Violet:"Caleb, this is all your fault! If you hadn't scared Y/n off, you would still be able to live. We would have welcomed you as well. Your death and Samuel's is on your hand."

Caleb ignored the taunts and continued to run, before he entered a bathroom. The bathroom didn't have a way to escape, so he turned back to the guest room he was just in and suddenly went pale. His adrenaline immediately cut off, and the pain came in full force. Standing infront of him was Violet. Violet and a grey wolf. There were atleast 2. Atleast he would die knowing Y/n made it out.

Y/n grew worried as the minutes passed by. They didn't know how long it had been, but they were sure it was more than 5 minutes. They knew Caleb told them to run, but they couldn't. Not until he got back. There was 2 exits, so if they needed, Y/n could rush out if one of the werewolves appeared. After a few more minutes, with Y/n growing more and more worried, they noticed a clock. It was almost morning. Only a few hours until the sun would be up. Hopefully that transforms the werewolves back into their weaker forms, like the stories say.

Suddenly they heard footsteps and cackling. Y/n looked towards the hallway entrance and saw two werewolves, one grey and one brown, werewolf appear. They were carrying the corpse if Caleb and slowly munching on it. They saw Y/n as they entered, and both their lights lit up. Y/n turned to run, but was quickly tackled by the grey werewolf.

Y/n looked up at it and pleaded with defeat

Y/n:"please kill me quickly atleast."

A familiar voice came out of the werewolves mask and Y/n looked at it with a feeling of betrayal.

Samuel:"we aren't going to kill you, silly. Although it is to late to turn you and welcome you into the family. We have to do that next year, but don't worry. We won't harm a hair on your head."

Suddenly a white furred werewolf walked in, towering over the other 2. The others acknowledged it, and began to speak.

Violet:"sorry alpha, I got to occupied chasing Caleb. He was able to allude me for a while. I didn't know he would survive his wound."

Samuel:"I apologize as well. I was to focused on finding survivors that I didn't think to search the main lobby for Y/n."

The white werewolf addressed them both and as soon as he opened his mouth; Y/n's brain completely imploded.

David:"it is not that big of an issue. I knew it would be a long shot to both get then and turn them by the time limit, especially with so many people. That is why we built that special room for them in our den after all. You two have not failed me, you got me my beloved."

He then turned to Y/n

David:"I know this must be shocking and traumatizing for you. Do not worry, my beloved, that shall pass. None of us shall harm you further than the mental harm we caused today, and you shall forget all of this soon enough. I shall explain our motives as well, nod if you can hear me."

Y/n, with tears in their eyes, glared up at David.

David sighed, but continued.

David:"not exactly a nod, but you can clearly hear me. We have been friends since elementary school, friends longer than you have even known anyone else. I grew to love you, and while it may seem obsessive to you, it is natural for my kind to stalk and be protective of our loved ones. Especially when they aren't the same as us. Over time I noticed that you would not be safe all the time with just me watching you, so I decided to find others. I was born a werewolf, the others were chosen by me and turned. Violet was the first and was chosen due to her popularity and loyalty. Samuel was soon after, he was obsessed with the myth of the werewolves and; when he found me during a hunt in his parents woods, surrendered his flesh to me. I gave him the chance to be part of the pack."

He paused, allowing Y/n to follow and register what he was saying

David:"after I found them I left my parents pack. We created a den in Samuel's forest, and I have been keeping you safe ever since. I prevented you from being kidnapped a few years ago. Samuel prevented you from being mugged while you walked home a few weeks ago, and violet kept you away from bad influences. We all adore you, but you will be my betrothed. You will be the Luna of the group, the spouse of the Alpha. Your word will only be rivaled by mine. Until then, you shall remain human. I have gotten a bunch of your hobbies, interests, and some nice furniture. You will be kept in your new room until it is time to turn you, but you will be entertained, fed, and doted on by me. Once you turn, you shall gain your freedom."

Y/n mustered the courage to speak after David finished his explanation

Y/n:"why did you kill Sarah? Why did you kill Caleb?"

David sighed once more and began to explain

David:"we offered Sarah to join us before we killed her. She refused. Caleb was a bad influence on you, however if he gave you up we would have also allowed him to join. It was their choice to die. We did not wish to kill them, but we will always prioritize you. Them being alive kept us from having you."

David nodded to Violet, whom turned to Y/n.

Violet:"don't worry, when you wake up you will be comfortable and safe."

Violet began to walk towards Y/n, who began to struggled under Samuel. Violet smiled apologetically, before shoving a pill down their throat. Violet quickly covered their nose and mouth and began to coo at them.

Violet:"just relax and swallow. You will be safe, I promise."

After a few moments, Y/n swallowed the pill. The group all waited as Y/n grew sluggish and fell asleep. David walked over an picked them up.

David:"they are so adorable when they sleep."

[midnightmah07]

Mah. I have a small obsession with candles and while wandering Walmart found one. The smell makes me think of Daisy (I grabbed it because of the scent notes but it really does fit her.)

(This is wonderland hour btw)

Ohh yeah I saw u tagging me in a post!!! A cute little Easter Egg of Daisy was found in the wild...

[tiny-maus-boots]

Darkest of Nights pt 14

A/N: Just the start of a little bit of Chloe backstory for @lilhan Honestly I couldn't do any of this without the constant support and encouragement from my besties. i love you awesome nerds. @chloes-yellow-cup @kimmania

Aubrey

It had been hours since they had last changed carriages and a whole day since they dropped the bloodless corpse into a dusty ravine far from the road. Aubrey had healed some, enough to be able to move, if somewhat stiffly, but not enough to entirely repair the damage to her head and face. 

Beca had found them a shop that had seemed more like a grand carnival with many lights and strange clown characters dressed most outrageously. Aubrey had stayed hidden in their coach watching with interest while Chloe had gone to gather supplies and another ride.

"Are there many of these markets?"

"Walmart? Yeah. They're kinda everywhere."

She was silent a moment, watching a man place a silvered odd shaped helmet on his head. He patted himself down before applying deep red lipstick in a smear across his lips and black under each eye.

"Do they all have performers?"

Beca looked out the window of Suburban they had switched to and chuckled. She shook her head, unsurprised at the unusual man.

"He isn't a performer, he's just a regular midnight Walmart shopper. There is a whole community dedicated to the weirdos that come here."

"Humans are…weirdos."

Beca's soft laugh at the use of the unfamiliar word pulled her attention from the streams of people wandering from their coaches to the marketplace and back. Aubrey settled back down, both confused and astounded by the world humans had made for themselves. 

It was a quiet companionable moment before Beca sat up quickly and turned her head to peek out of the front window. Aubrey focused on the slow roll of carriages as they parted to reveal Chloe bathed in a halo of light striding toward them, her rolling gait drawing their eyes to her hips. Beca swallowed audibly and sat back with her legs extended along the bench seat.

"She's really…ya know?"

Aubrey's lips twitched in a small smile amused that Beca had sensed Chloe even before she had. It was clear the bond between them was solidifying with each passing moment. It was beautiful to behold but heartbreaking at the same time. She knew tasting Beca's blood would be the catalyst but the bond was not blood magic alone. They cared for each other. More than Beca would perhaps admit.

"Yes. Yes she is. You should have seen her at the Minotaur Maze. She was breathtaking."

Beca turned and looked at her, her eyes dark with curiosity. The unasked questions hung between them until Chloe tapped lightly one the window. Beca rolled it down and eyed the bags hanging from the smiling vampire’s hands.

"Are those Mike and Ikes?" 

"I saw you eyeballing them at the last gas station."

Beca took the bags from Chloe through the lowered window and tore through them to find the treats she craved. Aubrey smiled at the innocent joy in the necromancer's face as she popped a small colored candy in her mouth.

"Bro. I could almost kiss you right now."

Chloe raised a brow and leaned into the window with a predatory smile. Beca's eyes widened and she leaned back.

"I SAID ALMOST!"

Chloe's laugh was light and carried on the air. Aubrey closed her eyes to savor the sound of their banter and the soft reassuring beat of Beca’s heart. A woman could find herself content for all her days with those sounds surrounding her.

"Hey, how did you pay for all this?"

Aubrey opened her eyes in time to catch Chloe's smile turn from sly to brightly amused. 

"Visa!"

"You have a credit card?? Won't that leave like a paper trail or something?"

"I didn't say it was mine, Beca."

There was silence then Beca's aggrieved sigh.

"Damnit, I'm actually kind of impressed."

Chloe preened at the look Beca gave her then turned her attention to Aubrey. The intensity in her blue eyes softened and she reached into the window to caress the unburnt side of her face.

"Are you sure you don’t want me to find you someone to eat? You need to heal my love."

Aubrey leaned into the gentle touch, her eyes closing at the soothing cool of Chloe’s palm. She wanted to feed and badly. It gnawed at her insides, and raced like fire through her veins. It would be unbearable if not for Beca keeping her distracted. It allowed her to remember her vow never to take an innocent life simply because she could. No matter the consequence of not feeding.

"I'm alright…for now. Is it time to change coaches?"

Chloe nodded once and looked around. They were too exposed, and there were too many prying eyes and Aubrey didn't want to be seen in her current state. Though she supposed she would become another of the weirdos.

"You two stay at the car but be ready to go when I come up the row. I'll go find us a new ride."

They slid from the back of the carriage and Beca handed her a short hooded cloak. Aubrey held it up to her chest and looked with uncertainty at Beca. The other woman set the bags down and gently took the cloak from her hands.

"Here, let me help."

"This cloak is very short."

"It's called a hoodie. Full length cloaks went out of fashion when we canceled J.K. Fuckface."

Aubrey didn't understand any of those words. Someone rolled by with a loud cart and she flinched away into what shadow she could. Beca carefully lifted the hood for her and winked reassuringly. 

"Thank you Beca Mitchell."

"Anytime. And hey look, a zipper. Get a load of that action, huh?"

She looked down at the silvered tab and smiled. The vampire tugged it up and down a few times, enjoying the satisfying sound it made.

She was starving and in pain but somehow the simple magic of a zipper made it slightly more bearable. Perhaps too, the soft way Beca kept glancing at her. It made her feel…everything. All at once.

"Can I ask you something?" At Aubrey’s short nod Beca cleared her throat. "You guys love each other, right? Like. Be together literally forever love."

Aubrey held Beca’s gaze as she considered how to answer. She hadn’t known how deeply she still loved Chloe until recently. And in truth she didn't feel as though she was deserving enough to even admit to her feelings let alone expect that Chloe would feel the same. Certainly not now. Not with her bond to Beca blossoming. 

"Is there a question in that statement, Necromancer?"

The other woman looked distinctly uncomfortable for a moment. Aubrey guessed she was trying to figure out what she really wanted to ask.

"How come you married someone else…"

Oh. Aubrey dipped her head and leaned back against the steel carriage. Why had she done that? Yes. She had loved Harun from the moment her eyes set upon him but before him there had always been Chloe. Aubrey was slow to answer, slow to dredge up the lifetimes of memories.

"Things were different when we were young. Chloe’s family line is considered diluat. Her mother had been born human, you see. It broke her father's pure blood line and forever marked her place in society."

Beca went wide eyed, her mouth dropping open then closing with a click. 

"That's a lot to unpack. So she's part human?"

"Yes and no. She was born a vampire as I was. As all pure blood vampires are. But her mother was human and already with child when Einar The Lonely came upon her one night. I was told she was a slave brought from another land to serve and pleasure the invading human warriors. By the time Einar crossed paths with the caravan she had massacred her captors."

"Hell yeah. So…he turned her?"

"No. He tried to eat her." Beca's face was awash with horror. Aubrey chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. "She bit his throat out."

"Gross."

"Hm. Perhaps. But he fell in love with her fierce spirit and raised her child as his own. And she grew to love him too. He chose her over his status and that meant much in those days."

"So is that why you didn't pick her?"

Beca's voice was heavy with disappointment and a little hostility. She could read it all in the other woman's disdainful shake of her head and tiny snort of incredulity. Aubrey bit back a snarl as the question and Beca’s assumption that she had chosen politics over Chloe pricked at a long sore spot. One she hadn’t realized held resentment still.

"I cared little about status or bloodlines. I would have…"

A vehicle flashed its lights and rolled to a slow stop in the aisle behind them. Chloe waved to them urgently from behind the wheel. There was no time to finish the thought and she had no desire to speak on it further.

Aubrey tugged Beca's arm before the smaller could dismiss her. The necromancer turned to her with blame naked in her eyes.

"What I would or would not have done then is irrelevant. It was never my choice to make Beca Mitchell. It was Chloe’s and she chose the Bloodguard."

She brushed past the other woman and climbed into the back of their new ride. The interior was fairly open and smelled of gasoline and something earthier and smokey. Short, thick curtains ringed the cabin ensuring their privacy. It was clean and there was enough room for her to stretch out fairly comfortably. It would do. 

"Jesus it smells like a dispensary in here."

Chloe laughed and jerked a chin at the spot Aubrey had just settled onto.

"Yeah. There has to be at least a kilo stashed somewhere back there."

"So not only did you buy me candy but you rolled up in a sweet ass bus filled with secret weed?? I think I might love you a little, Red."

"I can live with that."

Beca looked guiltily over her shoulder at Aubrey but the vampire eased further into her hood and closed her eyes. Hunger that had previously only been a hollow feeling in the back of her thoughts raced forward plaguing her with its unbearable presence. 

There was sadly a savage joy at its return. If she had her hunger to focus on she could not sit and replay the look of accusation in Beca's eyes. And although she hadn’t been the first one to walk away, she felt the weight of guilt on her. Aubrey sighed softly and rolled to her side, arms propped under her head and let the rocking roll of the carriage soothe her into an uneasy sleep.

[landofgay]

things I saw in Walmart while wandering around waiting for cats blood work results from the vet that I wanted to buy except. vet bills.

[sskim-milkk]

In honor of sweet bebo omega getting a toy in tbb premiere, here is what imagine going to Space Walmart would be like for this chaotic family because I’m sure as soon as Hunter saw how happy it made his girl he wanted to add to her slowly growing collection.

For @a-lil-perspective because all of your scenarios and little fics with the batch never fail to put a smile on my face I hope I can at least reciprocate that a lil bit 🥰

First of all, with Echo being The Mom ™️ of the group, he’s immediately grabbing a cart and dumping the ecosystem of items from his bag, car keys and sunglasses onto the tray in front of the cart handle. He’s settling in for a long time here. There also happens to be a Space Starbucks next to the store so you best believe Echo’s going there for coffee to keep him sane during this outing. He’s given each of his brothers a list of things to get and NOTHING MORE. They’re coming for the things on the list and nothing else.

Hunter has Omega on a leash because this kid will wander off a heart attack-causing amount of times in this damn store. He’s working with Echo to try to keep the others on task but he is also eyeing the camping and hardware section of the store even though they don’t need anything from there. Maybe he can make a quick pit-stop in those aisles after he gets Omega a toy. Stealth is key.

Omega hates the kid leash and just wants to ogle at everything in passing. Her only goal today is to walk out with the coolest toy ever to help keep her occupied while they’re in hyperspace. She may even team up with Wrecker to convince Hunter to let them get one big toy because “they’d be sharing.” She looks so adorable looking at everything in awe throughout the store. In the toys, she would probably go for something shiny and pretty like another kaleidoscope, or maybe a Lego set or something else involving building. She might also like a strategy game. So many options!

Wrecker would definitely lose Echo’s list for him within seconds and get side-tracked by all the yummy snacks and the sports section. He definitely tests all the weights in the sports sections and grabs a few too many snacks. He tells himself he’ll share. The snacks may be gone by the time they get back to the Marauder though. He joins Omega and Hunter in the toys and does indeed to try to convince Hunter to let them bring a giant Lego set on board. It doesn’t work, but Wrecker does get a couple of cool action figures.

Tech would predictably be in the electronics section. He would ask a lot of question about a new tablet he’s thinking about purchasing and would probably be flirted with by the cute employee helping him. Once all of his questions are answered he joins Omega in the toy section and tries to convince her to buy a strategy game or even a puzzle (though that’s more for himself).

Crosshair separates from the group immediately and no one sees him again until they go to check out. He would spend an annoying amount of time in the mens clothing section finding a jazzy new outfit before he goes back on the battlefield. Looks good, feels good, he’s ready for anything. He would definitely point finger guns at himself in the mirror. He would ask an employee a ridiculous question like, “is this scarf cashmere?” What can I say, he’s a fancy guy.

…oh, and one more thing. Echo is the one who ends up getting everything they need anyway while the other lallygag. He asks himself why he even tries to maintain some order in this family.

[piermanwalter]

I had a dream I woke up in the middle of a parking lot with the asphalt and cars reduced to razor-sharp flakes around me. I knew what was up because it’s common knowledge there are tiny glittering dust motes that when touched, would fuse to you and make you transform into a creature with strange powers.

Most people died in the process, but because I survived, I got transferred to an incredibly underfunded Area 51 type facility in the middle of the Nevada desert run by a 30-foot-wide flying disc of tentacled brains, President Over Mind, who beamed knowledge on how to transform into and survive as a creature directly into our minds. 

At any given time, there were at most 6 actual students, which rapidly cycled through from all the deaths and graduations. Since my creature form, Perfect Sharp, a giant pillar of druzy quartz that sharpened nearby minerals and influenced causality so there were always minerals nearby, was completely mindless and immobile, I didn’t like transforming. I had no control over transforming back into a human, but I was never in a perilous situation afterwards, so presumably Perfect Sharp had good responses.

Fusing with a mote was much more survivable for children, so I was the oldest student there. The next oldest student was a 15 year old who could transform into a brain pod with 5 skittering limbs, Bold Brain. Everyone else ranged 5-12 years, and immediately lapped up all the notions of specialness and superiority President Over Mind beamed into their minds, so Bold Brain and I had a hard time integrating with them. We all slept in a room with way more bunk beds than were needed.

I’m pretty sure Bold Brain’s personal life was pretty bad even before he transformed into a creature, because he preferred going by Bold Brain instead of his given name. Even though he didn’t buy into most of President Over Mind’s teachings, he was still desperate for its approval and saw his creature form as an infant version of whatever type of thing President Over Mind was. President Over Mind was capable of imitating pride towards promising students, but treated Bold Brain indifferently.

If you and Bold Brain learn the same new fact at the same time, he knows everything you know. Bold Brain used to wander the halls with a Guinness World Records book to spring random facts on anyone in his path to take their knowledge before he learned something really scary so he stopped doing it as much.

President Over Mind spent most of its time negotiating with authorities of our world and whatever greater beings it served deference to. President Over Mind’s goal was to find and protect creatures trapped in our universe like insects in a screen door until they could no longer return to human form, meaning they were strong enough to escape to the higher plane. In practice, most people suffered horribly from creature transformations and power side effects, and most of the building was devoted to bedridden failed students. 

The only other faculty was Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer, four green stone cylinders of decreasing size bound together by copper strips and putrid feculent black sludge like a clogged shower drain or vegetables molding in a plastic bag, who took care of bedridden people. One of Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer’s favorite activities was walking up and down the long rows of hospital beds, shrugging off creature powers and conventional attacks, killing people on a whim. Each time it killed someone, it stopped to do a little dance. It kills and knows. 

Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer used to be a Walmart manager before fusing with a mote in 1993. It got paid an actual salary by the government, and spent its mandated free time blasting Freebird on a boombox while eating discontinued candy and crying. If you interrupted Death Scryer during this, it killed you. Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer spread rooms and hallways with chia seeds. If you killed a chia sprout, it knows. Death Scryer’s definition of death is broad and vague, so if a lightbulb dies, or your ambition dies, or the night dies when the sun comes up, it knows.

Professor Duthumakan Death Scryer regularly left the facility to kill unaffiliated creatures. Unlike President Over Mind, who is omniscient all the time, Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer has to engineer specific situations to become temporarily omniscient. Also unlike President Over Mind, it couldn’t beam thoughts directly into our minds and had to speak to get its point across. Everyone tried to avoid it if possible. 

Since Perfect Sharp was completely mindless, President Over Mind didn’t see fit to teach me anything aside from the bare minimum to survive and encourage me to transform as often and as long as possible. Vast ever-growing knowledge or not, it didn’t force me to do anything I didn’t want to do, so I’d just hang out being disappointingly human while everyone else ran cool obstacle courses and achieved esoteric goals in the Nevada desert.

Eventually President Over Mind found better uses for me to do household chores and entertain and reassure new students. As an otherwise normal adult, I could make coherent phone calls to electric companies and greet delivery drivers. Since President Over Mind was beyond menial tasks and Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer was a health hazard, I was put in charge of procuring and preparing food from fresh ingredients, a vast improvement from the wildly inconsistent leftovers we were getting from a nearby army base.

Since Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer and I were both in the garbage room so often, eventually it started teaching me things President Over Mind deemed pointless, like how to use creature powers without turning into a creature. The knives stayed sharp.

I also learned there were two types of creature: the knowing ones who are mobile and conscious, compelled to gather knowledge through esoteric means, and the doing ones who are like a device or implement that facilitates processes around them. It seemed a vast majority of creatures were knowing.

Technically, we were supposed to get regular government inspections, which would immediately catch halls filled with chia sprouts and the nightmare hellscape of the hospital area, but whenever inspectors came, President Over Mind blasted them with mind powers until they left satisfied and unknowing.

Bold Brain was my only real friend. When class was over, he would tell me about a guy he met in the desert who joined the army to avoid becoming a murder suspect in his hometown even though he didn’t do anything and was desperately afraid of becoming a real killer to escape being seen as a killer while I kick the sand around and find a statistically unlikely number of tektites, fulgurites, and calcite desert roses.

There was one 6-year-old girl who ran away, and it turned out she was waiting at the finish line of a big exam obstacle course weeks before President Over Mind even had the idea of making an exam there.

It was easy for students to feed their egos from how disappointing Bold Brain and I were. We are better than grown ups and big kids! There was definitely a lot of drama and adventures going on I didn’t care about, but being excluded from it was getting to Bold Brain.

One time I went into the hospital area because I felt the people there would benefit from being treated by someone who didn’t smell like hell and kill them on a whim, but it turns out all of them were furious at being unable to reach the greatness President Over Mind promised them and they sacrificed their humanity for. To protect myself, I transformed. When I turned back, the lights were off. Everyone was laying quiet and motionless on collapsed beds whose frames were reduced to metal flakes. I got out of there before they woke up, and also before Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer arrived because it would definitely kill me for being in the way.

Later Bold Brain told me everyone in the hospital died from being cut apart from the inside from their own broken bones. When I took out the kitchen trash, I noticed personal belongings from successful graduates and failed students who died in the hospital ended up in the same garbage bins.

One night, Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer dragged Bold Brain and I into the desert and I thought we were going to get killed. Death Scryer said there was a bus with a dead battery down the road and we needed to board it before it got fixed. It said President Over Mind just made a deal with the U.S. military for more funding to cure more of the bedridden people instead of waiting for them to die, take in even more students, improve general quality of life, etc. In exchange, President Over Mind would lend students out to do whatever the military asked. Death Scryer said it thought it was better to die as a human than leave this universe as a powerful creature. So Bold Brain and I left on the bus.

I woke up on the bus and it was still night. I found two small slabs of nephrite in little plastic bags wedged between the seat cushions. Their edges were knapped like caveman knives. The bus driver was checking passengers for tickets, which we didn’t have. Bold Brain borrowed the bus driver’s phone to check our location on Google maps. He and the phone knew where we were at the same time, so he knew everything the phone knew, including ticket purchase confirmation numbers from people who missed the bus.

We ended up in Las Vegas. Using Bold Brain’s knowledge stealing abilities and me being an adult, we cheated in casinos and were able to afford a little apartment. We lived like that for around 2 months, being careful to not get too rich. We got a phone call from President Over Mind, and it said how worried it was and asked where I was and when I was returning. Bold Brain asked me to blindfold him and drive him somewhere in the desert before calling it back. President Over Mind asked where I was. I told it. Bold Brain and President Over Mind knew where I was at the same time. Bold Brain knows what President Over Mind knows, but it paralysed the left half of his body. Bold Brain immediately tried to beam what he just learned into my head and I passed out. I was unharmed. Bold Brain said I transformed into Perfect Sharp to avoid knowing. Bold Brain struggled to dumb down what he had to say so it wouldn’t make me pass out.

Bold Brain told me President Over Mind was basically a military recruiter who was raising and brainwashing creatures for some ongoing extradimensional creature conflict. Millions and millions of lesser dimensioned universes were being mass-produced like pages in libraries with engineered host species to mature motes into creatures, but our universe was a naturally occurring one that the librarians caught and used like an air filter to prevent special motes from leaving the library and random motes from outside contaminating the special universes in the library. Hence why there were so many types of creatures and why fusing with motes usually killed people. We were not designed to survive.

Apparently the amazing powers we had were tiny slivers of how they will manifest in higher dimensions, and once we left, knowledge was literally power. Like you could use your understanding of the multiplication table to power a lamp, and the whole purpose of the ongoing conflict was to generate as much historical minutiae and information about discrete events as possible to prevent complete societal collapse.

There were millions of universes in our library, there were millions of libraries, there were millions of factions jealously guarding their libraries. And this is only what President Over Mind was aware of! The gist of it is factions physically range from solely accumulating knowledge to solely being lifeless processes, and politically range from killing little disposable underlings to generate infinite knowledge to being lifeless processes.

President Over Mind was at least 3 million years old and stunningly attractive by the standards of its type of thing. Regardless, it was considered a second class citizen from being a fused mote made in an engineered universe. The military recruiters in our library were in bitter competition with one another. Considering some recruiters were the leaders of multiverse-spanning empires and President Over Mind was struggling to maintain influence in one single nation, you’d expect it was doing a terrible job. But its overseers were impressed how well President Over Mind was doing, since our universe was naturally occurring and thus had tons of weird extraneous shit going on, not to mention the 0 quality control of what motes were getting caught in it.

President Over Mind’s initial task was to “clean the filter���, but most creatures were amazed that any useful creatures could arise from it. One reckless maneuver the librarians regularly did was detaching the filter from the library and waving it around dangerously close to enemy factions to catch secret controlled motes. Perfect Sharp was one of these secret creatures used as some kind of weapon, so President Over Mind’s superiors were seriously bugging it about freeing me from the filter as soon as possible.

President Over Mind was constantly (constantly by creature standards so like once every 200 years) reprimanded for holding onto rare creatures for too long. Even with unfathomable numbers of universes, Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer was some sort of crazy rare thing made from six motes fusing to the same being. It forgets. I asked Bold Brain what the big deal was but he said if I didn’t get it I didn’t get it. I figured it had something to do with me turning into an object to protect myself from knowing, but stopped thinking about it to avoid passing out again.

Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer already had several prestigious titles waiting for it to leave our universe, but didn’t care that much about it. Or maybe Death Scryer slavered and yearned to leave this universe but President Over Mind still felt it didn’t show sufficient fervor. It’s all relative. A key indicator of its status is how it has an actual name, Duthumakkan, in a culture where creatures can build hundreds of libraries each containing millions of universes onto a single colossal structure and wear handfuls of such structures like sparkly cocktail rings, yet still be unworthy of a name. Apparently in our faction, conflating size with authority was considered primitive and stupid, but this was a pretty unpopular view overall, so there were entire genres of enemy propaganda making fun of us for naming microbes.

Bold Brain’s health was rapidly declining, and since I had driven into the middle of the desert, we couldn’t get medical attention. To survive, he turned into creature form. He hid in the trunk of my car. If he turned back, he was sure he would die. But the longer he stayed a creature, the stronger he got. A few days later, he left.

I was alone in Las Vegas, coasting off gambling savings and finding loose diamonds on dance floors. I thought about finding Professor Duthumakkan Death Scryer, but decided against it. At some point, I’d permanently turn into an object and then I’d leave and be used for something I’ll never know and was incapable of caring about. 

[talisidekick]

hello! admittedly, I don't know a lot about you or your presence on Tumblr. I briefly saw a post of yours-- as well as an unfathomably large group of angry people-- and just wanted to leave a little something. Again, I don't know a lot about the situation, but from my gut feeling, I just want to tell you that things are gonna be alright (and you'll be alright too!)

People are unnecessarily cruel and aggressive in a day and age where compassion and altruism are needed most. The world will seemingly forever be a good and bad place, because the morality of the world is determined solely by its people, and people rarely change. There are good people and there are bad people. Sometimes it may seem like there are far more bad people than good, but goodness always impacts more intensely than malice ever could.

At my deepest core, I firmly believe in one small group of beliefs. As long as a person does not harm themselves or anyone else, they should always be allowed to do as they please (in other words, not jeopardizing their own happiness + safety or anyone elses). Furthermore, it is the foundation of one's life to aid others, and in turn they will then receive aid from others. In an ideal world of selflessness and kindness there would be no tragedy. Everyone would have someone looking out for them.

Of course, not everyone will follow those beliefs. Truthfully, I doubt the world would ever reach a place where all people followed those beliefs. However, we can only control ourselves, no one else. Even if everyone else wrongs you, as long as you act with love and kindness you can exist knowing you did the right thing, and you will find peace with yourself.

Wow, I said a lot more than I intended lmao, but I hope it still kinda makes sense?? Maybe?

I just want you to know that people suck and people are unnecessarily malicious, it cannot be denied, however, I hope you remember that there will always be people looking out for you (even just random people like me!)

You have every right to live life any way you wish when you inflict no harm upon yourself or others. Identity especially is such a crucial concept for a person to truly understand and appreciate, and you are the only person who can mold, shape, or modify your identity.

Live your life the way you want to. Even if everyone else in the world has a problem with it, they really just have a problem with themselves. Regardless of opinion or facts or faith, people should always choose to act out of love and kindness. If they cannot do that, then you truly should not let them get to you. Their objections are absolutely meaningless.

I don't know you and you don't know me, but I hope you have a good day/night and you continue to have good days/nights :)

It's always gonna be okay <3 you of all people know if you're on the right track and doing the right thing. If you believe you are, then don't let anyone deter you!

They're getting mad at me because I wear cat ears. Lol.

To summarize:

The cat ears costed less than $5 Canadian at Walmart

I was gifted them in September 2022 by my spouse

I wore them to work because I forgot to take them off

I got a lot of positive comments from people

I decided to make it part of my regular outfit

It brings joy and smiles to random strangers

It helps me stand out in a crowd so my spouse and friends can find me if I get lost (I have ADHD and I can get distracted and absorbed and wander off)

I posted an event that happened to me where an ally help alleviate my dysphoria at a doctors office via gendering me correctly when the receptionist wouldn't - and this involved talking to her child who was enamored with my cat ears

This makes transphobes unreasonably angry and they simply must share this with me while being as intentionally angry, mean, and hurtful as possible

Thanks for your ask, it was touching, and affirming. I'm aiming to harm no one, simply live my life in peace. Since there are many out there being denied what I have, and many lies being spread, I'm being somewhat public to fight against the lies, conjecture, and propaganda. A lot of this anger towards me stems from the fact that I, amongst others, keep speaking up so those that would see us criminalized or erased from the public eye can't say what cruel things they wish to say without opposition. Those wishing for our erasure don't want me to speak up, and I simply won't let them threaten, badger, or bully me into silence. Thus, because they hate the cat ears so much and choose to make it such a huge deal:

~♪♥♫~ I bought more for my headphones ~♪♥♫~

And I plan to wear them both with pride.

Trans rights are human rights.

[protokirby]

I had some kind of crazy dream. The main focus was superman (specifically My Adventures With Superman. good show. got me into superman in the first place) characters going to the pokemon world. Digimons showed up at some point too. So as such, as I describe this dream, I'm going to mention characters from all three of those throughout the post.

I was shapeshifted into Drayton in the dream. I also randomly went into dream spectator mode a few times to watch the scenes unfold from afar without being involved.

The dream started out with the trio of Clark, Lois, and Jimmy going to Castelia City in the pokemon world. For a vacation that they didn't realize was about to not be a vacation.

So they were just kinda wandering around doing fun stuff Castelia City has to offer when out of nowhere something like a time space distortion thingy from pokemon legends arceus appeared and a bunch of digimon started coming out of it. Now, as a digimon fan myself, I ran in the opposite direction. Nope Not Messing With That. Whoever Wants To Die Can Stay Near The Swarm. I guess the need to run away would depend on what digimons and/or how many but I saw all I needed to see lol.

So I hid behind some rock by a mountain that was near Castelia City for some reason. Felt like it was far enough and running further would be out in the open and very visible. Last I saw of the superman trio they were separated in the chaos.

There was a demidevimon that became one of superman's enemies. It was apparently strong enough for superman to be scared of it even in that stage. Lois made friends with a palmon and Jimmy made friends with a coronamon. Superman had no digimon.

The rest of the digimon made a mess of the city and went on to another city. So I, currently looking like Drayton, went off to reunite the superman trio because I was aware I was dreaming and wanted to play hero in the most chaotic way possible. Also I figured it wouldn't be so great for the dream universe's Drayton if the digimon reached Opelucid City.

Still didn't have complete dream control. If I did, I might would have brought dream universe Drayton to where I was. In a situation like that with full dream control, the safest place to be would be wherever I am. Might would have summoned Mxyzptlk(favorite superman character) to the scene too to really amp up the chaos in a funny way rather than a dangerous way.(Might still be dangerous) But no. I had very minimal comprehension and control levels.

I went into dream spectator mode and teleported to where each of those three were without affecting anything or being seen and then went out of dream spectator mode to lure them together all while still looking like Drayton. It's a funny thing to imagine from their point of view: You and a couple friends go to a reportedly safe universe perfect to get a vacation in. Everything goes wrong and you lose your two friends. Then a teleporting teenager with toothpaste hair is telling you to go in some direction and vanishing immediately. Out of options, you have no choice but to trust this guy. You arrive somewhere at the same time as your two missing friends and the mysterious toothpaste haired individual teleports between all of you and requests help to send the digimon home. Then the mysterious toothpaste haired individual casually brings up an entire freaking building out of the rubble and wants to discuss plans in there.

I described that in a way it could have been imagined from the point of view of any of the three, but bear in mind two of them have a digimon. So that adds another layer of crazy to the scene lol.

The entire building that was brought up was like a walmart. Benga was in there for some reason just chillin. And watching a really big deino. I asked him why he was there and he didn't know. Okay. Well, assuming the other time I thought I saw Benga in a dream before was a half-awake hallucination after all, this is a hilarious first time to see Benga in a dream.

So now the group discussing world-saving plans was now False-Drayton, Benga, Superman and his two friends Lois and Jimmy who have a palmon and a coronamon with them. If the big deino was paying attention, it was also in this group. Hilarious.

Anyway, an extremely beautiful song that doesn't exist began playing and I saw a visual of what looked like two sonic the hedgehog styled characters freezing in Russia(????). I think one of them was a dog. I don't know what the other was. They were apparently the key to sending the digimon back to the digimon world. So the group would need to go rescue them and then bring them to where the digimon are.

I whipped up something that showed the rest of this group the same visual and said what needed to be done and then the same awesome song was playing again and I woke up.

I just straight up disappeared on those people after telling them what they had to do like some kind of magic wizard telling them their destiny or whatever

[day-poems]

4/20

I was at Walmart for bird seed

(mixed and sunflower) and a new

clothesline (our’s finally succumbed

to a falling branch in our last storm)

and wandered out into the garden

section (just back of the bird seed)

and saw a couple of shelves of

succulents and cactus…I wasn’t

looking for them, and certainly

not at Walmart, but there they

were. I went over to see what they

had, since I have been toying

with the idea of moving one of

my two big leafy things (Echeveria

apparently) out of my round

succulent dish, and replacing

it with something more interesting,

and, looking at the prices (less

than half what our local greenhouse

gets) I thought, why not, and

bought two…thinking I could

repot the leafy thing and maybe

add another low succulent to make

another pot…which meant finding

a succulent friendly small pot to

put them in, and that sent me

back to the succulent shelves

(two end-caps actually…

such abundance of choice)

to look for a third that might fit.

On the way home I thought

maybe I could bend one of the

light arms on my led plant lights

down under the top shelf and

make another spot for a pot on

the second shelf. I am enjoying

having the life there at my shoulder

while I work, and the succulents

seem happy under their lights.

Gotta watch it, or this might become

a thing. Not sure I want to be that

succulent guy…but it could happen.

[lifewithoutmeds]

September 4, 2023 (part 2)

Just came back from rhiannon's. went to go pick up some ciabatta bread for paninins, and also found some cheese on sale, some vegetables (cauliflower and carrots), and some expiring salads. i had been concerned lately with my lack of vegetables and nutrients (subsiding almost wholly on whatever people brought me: meatloaf, chicken teriyaki, egg bites, gogurt, beef jerky, etc.) and actually had a dream about buying some giant carrots so i knew it was time to get some vegetables. i also got some spinach in the hopes of making like some sort of smoothing and i remember thinking absently that i hadn't been to the market in a while, that i hadn't thought about shopping in a while, that i hadn't thought about nourishment for a while, and wondered if this was the beginning of health, of my rebound.

afterward, i headed over to rhiannon's, where i cried and rambled about jadai for a good hour, and then listened to a bit of rhiannon's ails, and then we played some monopoly deal, splendor, i downed three beers and two truly's, and then we made our paninis before i headed out. it was good to just talk and release and hear another perspective, etc. also she was rather uncharacteristically comforting and empathetic, which i really appreciated.

finally i headed over to the burbank walmart where i was hoping to get some advertised $0.35 cent notebooks so i could write/journal more, but i didn't find any, so i bought some pens and Gulp sandworms instead, attempted to go to the (closed) Costco gas station, then came back home.

i feel a little .... a little like anxious i guess? still a little dread. like i'm having trouble catching my breath. but it was good to be with a friend today, good to be outside of the condo, good just to be outside and wander around a walmart and remember what it was like to be interested in something, to want something, to look for something, to somewhat want to be engaged and involved with the outside world. it wasn't much but for a moment i paused in the camping/fishing section of Walmart and saw that the live bait refrigerator was stocked and i didn't feel absolutely dead inside, so. progress.

[nerdby]

I was pretty stunned last week when I wandered back to the electronics section of Walmart for the first time in a while and saw that Gateway PCs still exist. Like that's the same brand of PC I had in the 1990s and it was an absolute piece of shit🤣 Also to anyone wondering I avoid the electronics section cause if I don't I get really depressed cause I can't afford a new PC or game console. I mean, I probably could but not a great one.

Like I wanna get a Switch at some point, but I'm probably gonna get a Switch Lite cause it's cheaper and cuter. And also probably gonna get a Chromebook cause I had one before and it lasted me like 5 years even though it only cost like $200. That's because there are fewer viruses for Chromebooks cause it's a new OS. The downside is, though, that I think Google charges you now for cloud storage and everything on Chromebooks is stored in the cloud. When I got mine I paid $10 for 1TB of storage, but then I got a notification a while ago saying that I'm expected to pay like $1.99 so that that I can keep that 1TB.

And I guess it's great that I can afford these things, but you get looked down on by other nerds cause they aren't like super high end. I don't fucking know. First world problems, right?🙃

[avalentina]

Camp: A Corbyn OneShot

"Don't forget to call, text, video chat, send pictures, all of it," Mom said. "I love you, have fun, make friends, and learn new things." She kissed my cheek and waved goodbye as she pulled out of the NASA parking lot.

I looked up, and ran right into a boy my age. He was also looking up. He extended his hand to help me get up.

"Hi, sorry, I'm Corbyn, Corbyn Besson." He said.

"Hi, I-I'm (Y/N), (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." I replied.

At that moment we both knew that we were going to be best friends.

"Alright future astronauts, space enthusiasts, and rocket scientists, welcome to the National Aeronautics and Space Administration or as most of you know it, NASA. In your time here you will learn how to build a rocket, spacewalk, correctly put on a spacesuit, and we'll start your muscle training. I hope you've worked up your appetites because it's time for lunch." Mr. Richman finished and then held up an aluminum foil pouch.

"Don't worry kids, he's joking. You're lunch is this way." Miss Lauren stated.

"I was looking forward to the astronaut food!" Corbyn said smiling at me.

"Me too," I answered.

Corbyn and I partnered up for all the activities that year and promised to meet up again there next summer. Turns out I wouldn't need to wait that long to see him again.

"Welcome home (Y/N)," Mom said, pulling into the driveway of our new home in Fairfax, Virginia. "School starts tomorrow so go get your clothes unpacked and then we can go shopping for supplies."

An hour later we were at walmart and I had color coded space themed everything. When I got to school, I saw him. Corbyn was hugging his mom goodbye. I ran up to him and poked him. When he turned around, he hugged me too.

"Mom, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N), she's my friend from space camp." He said, introducing me.

"Hi Mrs. Besson," I replied shyly.

"Hello to you as well (Y/N), you two have fun at school." She said before driving away.

"So (Y/N) who's your teacher," he asked?

"Mr. Patternsen," I replied. "Who's yours?"

"Mr. Patternsen." He answered. We high fived before walking into the building.

-5 Years Later-

Corbyn and I are now Sophomores in high school, and currently brainstorming ideas on what to build for our robotics class project.

"Any ideas?" I ask him.

"Zero, I'll go make the popcorn." He answered.

I fall back onto Corbyn's bed and stare at his ceiling hoping to figure out what to build. My mind wanders way back all those years to our first space camp. The first memory that pops into my head was when we built our pvc pipe model of the ISS.

"CORBYN!" I yell sprinting down his stairs and into the kitchen. "THE ISS!" I shout while jumping up and down. He dropped the unopened bag of popcorn and kissed me.

[Now is probably the best time to mention that I had a massive crush on my best friend.]

"Sorry," he said quickly pulling away. "I still have our initial sketches from camp that year." He finished and dumped the popcorn into the bowl before heading back upstairs.

"Corbyn, I," I started.

"(Y/N), please don't," Corbyn said.

"Please don't what?" I stated. "Corbyn, I like you, and I think I might even love you, and not in the brother I never had kind of way." I finished.

"I love you too (Y/N)," He replied smiling. "Aha, found them."

He pulled out the folder containing our sketches and sat back down next to me. I plucked the folder out of his hands and stood up flipping through the pages. I sat down at his desk and pulled out my sketchbook. I made a quick copy and then tossed my mini notepad at Corbyn. After catching it, he walked over and stood behind me.

"What if we added reflective panels?" He asked.

"We could code it to wireless charge local devices and it could recharge itself with solar energy." I suggested. "I'm going to need a bigger piece of paper."

When all was said and done we were building the ISS with detachable modules, solar powering the battery, adding a functional docking station, and installing a simulation system with real problems and solutions.

"What do you think?" I asked him after creating a simplified 3D Model for us to present in class the next day.

"We could sell this to NASA!" He responded. "For you know, like training purposes." We both started laughing.