#why a gas station snack dream

[critterbutt]

finally had a dream with the emperor in it. it was there for maybe 3 seconds. and buying something from a gas station while i was a cashier??

[lainaabee]

ahhh i completely forgot to post these yesterday!!!

[milo-is-rambling]

Now why the hell do I have such intensely realistic dreams I had to wake up and stare at the ceiling for like ten minutes to make sure I was alive.

[selineram3421]

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You're Off-key

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ The Book of Bill SPOILERS HERE! Do NOT read if you don't want any spoils of the book. Other than that, enjoy. -mentions of madness, blood, cryptids, italics= thoughts, ya know..the usual. Oh! And for our old pal Stan, some swear words. ⚠

You missed this.

Being one of the weird kids who loved the supernatural, interested in solving puzzles, uncovering secrets. Of course you ended up watching Gravity Falls.

Never really growing out of it, you'd still watch videos about ghosts or getting a heavy duty flashlight and a pair of brass knuckles for whatever made a noise in your apartment.

Ghost or not, they'd learn not to mess with you!

At some point you got The Book of Bill.

It was so cool! Little funny and silly at times. There was also the triangle's descent into madness. Man those pictures were good.

Also an axolotl?

You don't know but it looked cute.

As you kept reading, the more you wanted to experience everything you didn't get to when you were younger.

So you decided on a road trip!

A road trip to all the places that inspired the creator of the show and the final stop would be Bill's statue!

Best friend in the passenger seat! Sun glasses in the glove boxes! And snacks to last you a while before the next gas station stop!

You even brought a camera!

"Ready for the time of your life?", you asked excitedly.

"In this heat?", your best friend fanned their face with the paper map. "It'll be meh but yeah, I'm ready for the car AC."

You both were in the car, ready to begin the adventure to Oregon, but you were just double checking before it actually began.

"Ok, ok. I'll start the car.", you said and put the key in the ignition, turning it and starting the car.

Immediately putting the AC on high, both of you were ready and you slowly backed out the driveway.

"Let's get that fucking pie!", you said and put on the sun glasses.

It was really bright today.

First you went to the famous diner with the pie. It was a give in, honestly but the pie was really good. Next to the Oregon Vortex. Now that was a really weird shack! Everything was leveled but you were standing slanted a bit. Then you both went to every roadside attraction that you could and got some key chains for souvenirs. It's been really clear weather since you started the road trip, which was a bit of a surprise. It was supposed to sprinkle at some point.

Finally, the last thing on the list arrived.

Playing the song "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn as you drove to the parking area and both of you were singing along to it before you had to turn off the car.

You brought The Book of Bill for fun.

Deciding to joke around, you bought some spaghetti to go and went to park the car before venturing into the woods where Bill's Statue was.

"Are you seriously gonna try it?", your best friend laughed.

"Why not?", you smiled while putting a water bottle in your pack. "It's ok to be silly. Mabel says so. Trust the silliness!"

"Yeah, ok.", they agreed with a smile. "If we get mauled by a bear, I'm sacrificing you first."

.....

"Fair."

Camera, spaghetti, book of Bill, and water! (Also a flashlight.) You were ready for a photo shoot with the oh so famous Dream Demon!

Looking back to see the sun, you guessed that you had about two hours to find Bill's statue before it got too dark. Your best friend had a map they downloaded off the internet that would lead you straight to it. Of course, with you having some attention issues, you'd get sidetracked by anything you found interesting, hence needing the two hours.

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You were right!

The two hours were needed because you were still trying to solve one of the codes in the book, while also getting distracted by some cool looking bugs around the area.

"Did you try the Caesar cipher?", your friend asked.

"Yeah, but this is new. It's something else.", you sighed. "I should have tried the website before leaving.", you grumbled sadly.

"Hey, it's totally fine!", they said and patted your back a few times. "You'll get to do that when we go back home.", then they pointed towards the right with their thumb. "By the way, Bill statue is next to us, over by those bushes."

"WHAT!?", you screeched and ran over, whispering a few ouches as the branches of the bush scratched your legs.

That's when you saw it.

In all of its odd glory was the Bill statue with its hand out, waiting for a hand shake.

"Eeeeee!", you cheered as you got closer, hearing your friend laugh behind you as you did so. "I gotta give him spaghetti!"

Opening up your bag, you took out the take-out box that held the noodley deliciousness and took a quick forkfull for yourself before putting it in front of the stone triangle.

"I really thought you were joking.", says your friend as they watch you take out the book and camera from your backpack.

"Nope!", you smile, snapping a quick picture of the statue with spaghetti. "Ok, now for the silliest part."

You take out Parmesan cheese and a cheese grater.

"Oh this is fucking hilarious.", your best friend says and takes pictures of you with their phone.

The sun hits the horizon and the sky is slowly darkening, you start grating the cheese and when you think it's enough, you stop.

"Hey, take a pic with me shaking his hand.", you say and get closer to the statue, reaching out to touch it.

"Sure thing jellybean.", they say and lift their phone up. "It's my turn after you."

"Ok!", you say and put a thumbs up as you put your other hand on the statue's.

As you look to where your best friend is, all you can see is darkness.

You call their name in confusion. "Are you there?", you ask. "Turn on the flashlight, its really dark out here."

But you get no response.

And then you hear something odd.

Kinda sounds like someone with a weird sound filter over their laughing.

"Ok, ha ha.", you roll your eyes. "Quit playing the Bill audio and take the picture already."

When you try to get a better hold on the statue, you realize you weren't holding anything at all.

"What?", you say and look at your hand. "Wait.. Why can I see my hand perfectly fine when everything else is-"

"Well, well, well!", says a familiar voice from behind you.

What?

Turning around you see a floating, glowing Dorito chip with a fancy bow tie and a top hat.

Holy shit.

"Here we are at last! I've been waiting an eternity to meet you."

How is this happening? Was one of the snacks you ate expired? Did you eat the wrong brownies!?

"Thanks for reading my best seller kid!", Bill says and twirls his cane into existence in his hand. "And for the handshake.", he blinks. Winks?

"Wait, hold on! I-!", you start.

"See you in Gravity Falls!", the triangle snaps his fingers and suddenly there's a hole beneath your feet that reveals a cartoon animated forest.

"Wha-"

"Don't break your neck on the way down!", the one eyed demon waves.

And you begin to fall.

ZKDW D QLFH VXQQB GDV

~Seline, the person.

Part 1

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[cyb3rtarot]

What Messages are Coming Through in Your Dreams?

Disclaimer: tarot readings are not replacements for professional advice. Take what resonates; don’t force a reading to fit. This is just a look into some of the energies in your dreams, not a comprehensive reading of what all your dreams mean. I used a recolored Smith-Waite, Tarot of Mystical Moments, Zerner-Farber Tarot, Oracle of the Radiant Sun, the Chakra Oracle, and runes.

pile 1↝pile 2 pile 3↝pile 4

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Pile 1:

Cards: four of wands, the hermit, empress rx, flattery (Venus in Gemini, 3rd house)|| exaltation (Moon in Taurus, 2nd house), queen of swords sideways, sharing (queen of action), completion, page of pentacles rx, page of swords, Ehwaz rune

The Dreams: hi pile one! Your energy came through strongly so your dreams could be more intense and vivid right now. You could also be having more bad dreams. You may feel like you’re in another realm or some kind of fantasy world while sleeping. In these dreams you could feel little control over anything or like you’re a different person. Like you’re “you” but feeling the experience of someone else. This could include very strong emotions. For example, melancholy you don’t feel while awake. Your dreams could be lonely during this time; you may frequently end up by yourself, others are far away, or they turn on you (one scenario I’m seeing is getting ostracized at a party). You might also feel like you’re having similar dreams repeatedly. Some of you are flip-flopping between these deeper dreams and lighthearted ones. Despite the contents, some of you are using dreams and sleep as an escape or coping mechanism.

Themes that could be common in your dreams right now: the moon (especially full), night time, the beach/ocean, planets in the sky. Palm trees, masculine side characters (one recurring in particular), sports jerseys, crying, flowing robes, pregnancy (especially a sudden one), gas stations, corner/convenience stores, brown or brick buildings, a different country, gray clouds or white skies, eating snacks, being a side piece or cheated on, feeling unappreciated, being ostracized or abandoned, a new family, being lied to, real life conflicts or enemies, the dream starting good and turning bad

The Messages: your subconscious is processing a lot right now which is partly why your dreams seem fantastical and out of control. But your dreams are also reflecting conscious fear. There’s a sense of imprisonment in your own mind while awake and it continues in your dreams. Huge themes in your cards are fertility, birth, and abundance. For a chunk of you, this is literal as I was picking up on a pregnancy around 5-9 months. But in general, your dreams are portraying something coming into fruition or being birthed, like something you’ve wanted or worked really hard on for a long time. The cycle is almost complete, but at this last step there’s hesitancy on your end. There’s a split between people in this pile who are making big physical changes like moving, starting a family etc, versus people who have gone through a big internal transformation and are holding onto limiting beliefs (overlapping for many). Whatever developments are coming feel inevitable and time-based; I don’t think you’re “blocking” it. But I do feel like there's a lot of present joy you can partake in if only you will accept it. I am never encouraging you to not think or to do something that’s toxic for you, I am only encouraging you to find a healthy balance between your rational and emotional sides :] When you deny yourself comfort or joy hopefully it’s for a strong reason, not because you’re afraid to be happy. I do see a lot of you have done significant shadow and healing work already, and now you’re in a transitory period. There’s also highly personal signs in your dreams, some from your guides. Your dreams are showing you one half of a story or sentence. You’re being encouraged to fill the other half through your own analysis instead of accepting your dreams as the full picture. It’s important to be realistic with this; don’t immediately take the worst case scenario of your nightmares and say it must be real life lol

Extra Details: just went through an upsetting time, Brazil, dark hair, love interest from another culture, very bright blue eyes, disappointment in love, a brother energy or friend who’s like a brother, Japan, Portugal, conflict with friends/family/neighbors (all 3 at once for some), mermaids, weddings, photoshoots, 4444, fear of abandonment due to trauma. One or some of you experienced a miscarriage in the past and you may be projecting that trauma onto future hopes for a family. For others this is fear caused by something you really wanted falling through and an opportunity to try again. Experiencing healthy, loyal love after toxic past love. Creative projects. Travel delays. Visas. 90 day fiancé?

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Pile 2:

Cards: two of wands, king of pentacles, seven of pentacles, birth (Venus in Cancer, 4th house)|| five of cups rx, ten of pentacles rx, ace of cups rx, friendship (Moon in Cancer, 4th house), the world, Jera rune

The Dreams: hello pile two! Like pile one I see your dreams feeling lonely, though for you it does seem like there are people talking to you in them. These dreams could feel very nostalgic, melancholic, or empty, as if you’re in your own world. I’m also seeing disappointment—dreams where you are longing for something deeply. Dreams where you experience a taste of what you want in real life, and they make you feel worse when you wake up. You might not even get to enjoy those moments. They could feel aimless, like there’s no plot or point to them. I see scenes where people are talking to you, but it seems like both of you don’t really want to be there. Like everyone’s nihilistic or apathetic. The dreams could also be extremely beautiful but you don’t notice it at the time. You could dream about people and places you loved in your youth, even fictional ones. Some of you might feel like you’re playing a game or in a game in your dreams? If you felt drawn to pile one I encourage you to take a look!

Themes that could be common in your dreams right now: childhood home or town, driving down long roads, bright/pretty sunsets, the ocean/coast, small towns or villages, dreams centered on conversations, friends and love interests you don’t know in real life or from childhood, video games, something out of grasp, pregnancy, travel, expensive cars, walking down the street, everyone being unhappy, the countryside, feeling used, being rich, being in a relationship, the Sun as an odd color (like purple), young children

The Messages: you guys have an energy of mourning in two different ways. One, mourning for a part of yourself that was lost from your earlier youth, or something left behind. There might be a loss of innocence, wonder, or happiness; a natural self acceptance that no longer comes easy to you. On the other side of this, I see some of you have lost people who were important when you were younger. For some this is due to a passing, but for others the relationship came to a close. Whatever this perceived lack is, it weighs heavily and comes through your dreams in the form of beautiful but melancholic nostalgia. The good times are right there, but you can’t fully enjoy them. Dreams where people are unhappy, apathetic, or ticked off could reflect a falling out, feeling like you let someone down (including yourself), or that you can’t make amends. Your dreams are a reminder that it’s the natural progression of life for things to end and begin anew. This doesn’t lessen the burden, but as time keeps moving so do you. Grieve and feel your feelings, learn lessons, but remember there’s still life for you to enjoy. There are new things to be found. Try heavy-handed self-compassion and forgiveness. Though there’s a focus on what’s no longer there, there’s a sense of acceptance. A few of you have just come out of a heavy healing period and might be feeling things you haven't felt since childhood. Or, you may suddenly remember things from childhood.

Extra Details: 555, longing for a better life, RPG games (particularly JRPGs), racing or racing games, vintage, having lived with a friend or relative of similar age to you, having lived near water, feeling like the world is changing too much, periwinkle, a child passing (already happened. A cousin or sibling?), going to therapy or being a therapist, a falling out with multiple friends (I’m mostly getting two friends), feeling numb, lonely, a friend who always wears their hair in a ponytail, a masculine friend with dark, big hair and glasses, empty villages, Japan, regressing. I see a lack of adult presence in childhood. Growing up, you might’ve felt like you only had those few friends or cousins to depend on, even though you were too young to take care of each other.

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Pile 3:

Cards: Temperance, four of wands, the Empress rx, devotion (Saturn in libra, 7th house), consciousness rx, devotion, traveling, the outsider rx, new vision rx|| king of wands sideways, king of pentacles sideway, the emperor, the high priestess, the emperor rx, defense (Mars in Taurus, 2nd house), seven of wands rx, Tiwaz rune

The Dreams: hi pile three! I feel like you guys are not remembering dreams as much right now, or only remembering fragments. There are more nights where you feel like you didn’t dream. This is my pile that’s astral projecting at bed time, and this is part of why I picked up on less dreams (both purposeful and not. Some of you just started doing this). Whether through the astral or your dreams, you’re having adventures that are opposite your real life experience. I see you guys having dreams others may think scary—like being chased, but you’re just vibing. There’s a sense of being stuck, trapped, or stagnant in real life; there’s also a lack of understanding and denial about your desires. Your dreams are fulfilling repressed wants by sending you to any and everything you don’t do in real life. The subconscious aspect of your desires is partly why so many fantastical elements make their way into this other life. Many of you also like watching and reading speculative genres (particularly horror, sci-fi, and fantasy), and this is also why those elements are in your dreams. Your dreams seem like a means of escape and fun to balance your day and night. To combat feeling trapped, you could have dreams of running far away from a creature, or exploring somewhere beautiful. A specific part of this pile has dreams of being in romantic relationships, and while you may genuinely not want one right now, it could represent another desire such as socialization. Your day and night are actual opposites haha. This was strange but there was a strong pull between this pile and pile 4, I felt like some of you have friends that would be in pile 4 (or you may resonate with some details yourself if you feel drawn to it).

Themes that could be common in your dreams right now: night time/full moons, fantasy creatures and companions (I saw green goblins? And vampires), historical settings, castles, feeling creepy, eerie emptiness, bats, forests, villages or towns (especially empty ones), pine trees, green meadows and hills, bright flowers, butterflies, cabins, scary situations but not feeling scared, theaters or plays (red curtains?), places that look like fairytales, being attracted to a character in the dream (even the bad guys lol), people you know as background characters, real life events replaying with different outcomes

Messages: your dreams or astral travels are a reminder of your real life potential! You guys don’t always have to hold the fort down. I feel like you portray an easygoing attitude and convince yourself you’re just okay with whatever. There are many highly spiritual people in this group, and you may feel like physical life doesn’t matter as much because your spiritual life has the real depth. But the astral and dream world are not meant to replace the 3D world. Your capacity to have these experiences is proof that you have amazing things in you, and if you wish, you can seek amazement in the waking world too. It’s very much within your capacity! I also feel like some of you guys have a “duty,” like there’s a constant responsibility you shoulder (or that you’re assigned), and you feel like you should just accept it peacefully. Your sense of duty is wonderful, but please also have one towards yourself! A lot of you guys want to travel internationally and the main blockage is your own self limits.

Extra Details: Latino (specifically Mexican for a chunk of you), Eastern Europe, Germany, 414, Titanic (the movie? You might find it romantic), “hit the road,” Indigenous American, travel list, familial responsibility, dissatisfied with a job, straight brown or black hair (reaches top of back), big eyes, stressed but can’t tell under the numbness, going through the motions, feeling on the defense or like a side character in your own life, having a job to pay bills but not a career, wanting to run away, feeling like your spiritual skills are developing too fast, rubbing hands on face when stressed (I see someone standing in a hallway outside their boss’ office, rubbing their face and then carrying on), literally taking the trash out (during the night, or to a dumpster in an alley?), over-sacrificing oneself, court or legal matters (including working in law), believing in fairies, or astral travels involving fairies, fairy rings near ponds?

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Pile 4:

Cards: egotism (mars in leo, 5th house), eight of swords rx, ten of pentacles rx, the lovers rx,|| truthfulness (throat chakra), imagination (brow chakra), riches (saturn in capricorn, 10th house), fulfillment (saturn in sagittarius, 9th house), the fool, eight of wands, eight of pentacles, nine of pentacles, king of swords, the magician, Fehu rune

The Dreams [CW for creepiness]: hi pile four! First I’ll say there was a strong link between this pile and pile 3, so if you feel drawn to it maybe check it out! There are similarities with you two having dreams with fantastical creatures popping up, and having dreams that others would deem as nightmares. You might also only remember little fragments right now. However, I feel you guys out of all the piles are having the most actual nightmares. I saw dreams that started out nice and calm then suddenly flip. There could be random characters popping up out of nowhere that don’t match the dream at all, like clowns or mascots. You might also have a lot of dreams where you feel watched, or are being watched by something in the background. Dreams where you feel a strong need to escape; you might feel preyed upon, followed, or anxious. It mostly seems like any weird things in your dream just “linger” instead of actually harming you, though there might be the occasional attempt. There’s also a strong sense of nostalgia, but tainted? Like you can’t enjoy it because of whatever else is going on, or it’s a reminder of what’s been lost as you’ve grown up. These dreams feel like you’re often alone except for whatever is loitering around you. Or when there’s someone else there, it’s like they’re kind of flat? Like a memory being replayed. A lot of you guys could dream of your grandmother. You might have dreams that actually look like “dreamcore.”

Themes that could be common in your dreams right now: beautiful places (I’m seeing a village by a gigantic mountainside, very bright blue skies, fluffy white clouds), cozy homes/cabins, grandmacore, cooking or eating, bananas?, PB&J?, having extremely different dreams everyday or in one night, scary creatures just standing there, feeling like you have to fight or survive, friends or partners from years before, caves, grimace??, eyes (floating eyes?), shadows, jumpscares

The Messages: Your cards got me riled up! I feel like a good chunk of your life, maybe up until right now, has been very tumultuous. You had to hold on and just find strength to survive, and this caused you to repress a lot. Your dreams are calling you to face what you’ve repressed—your shadow—because you are quickly entering a completely different era. It feels like all the ways you’ve had to struggle and fight are going to start giving way to a new life filled with things that bring fulfillment or contentment. I’m not sure exactly what these blessings are but they spoke of freedom, abundance, and new opportunities. It did seem like these are blessings you’ll bring about by your own hand instead of completely unexpected ones. Despite how off-putting or strange your dreams may be, they are prompting you to resolve things from the past that would make the future difficult to appreciate. We all carry scars, but doing our best to heal them will allow us to create a more joyful existence. What are the things you’ve pushed deep down that have been begging to come out? I do feel like some of you have been manipulated into staying silent, maybe about the way you were treated and harmed, and this has created a stifled feeling. I don’t know your individual situation, but I greatly wish for you to find a space where you can safely and truthfully exist. If you feel you need the help of a professional to do healing work or to escape any dangerous situations please research what’s accessible to you!!

Extra Details [TW abuse mention]: swears a lot, childhood trauma or abuse (some of you are still in contact with harmful people from your childhood and this is influencing you), Central Europe or Belgium, very close to a grandmother (especially one who’s passed), blockages in throat energy (could have trouble speaking up for yourself, saying what you mean, stumbling on words, or you REALLY want to talk about something), toxic or abusive friends, having no one to support you, you might just want to scream, seeing sequential numbers (like 234) or 8 a lot, feeling pulled towards a career where you use your voice or express yourself (writer, singer, motivational speaker, artist, communications), absent parents, a great new job or financial opportunity, lots of astral projection and lucid dreaming in this pile but also physically moving and traveling (some of you could go look at places you want to travel to in the astral or dream realm lol, or some of you AP into space? Cool. I also see someone AP-ing or lucid dreaming somewhere with a lot of vegetation), environmental activism, your childhood home or town being renovated/changed, rectangular glasses (thin frame), major Capricorn or Saturn in chart. If you already felt drawn to pile 2, you may resonate with it also.

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[tarantulasnot]

Sudden ramble because I want to.

Hi! This is the snot that the original tarantula did not expect to sneeze out and it became way more drawn out than I thought it would!!

Content Contains: Yearning, rushed slow burn, Leon is an alcoholic, masturbation, Leon thinks about how much the reader cares and pops a wad, but it means something chat, will have a part two.

Imagine like an old vendetta Leon that lives in a small apartment. Something cheap. After all, it's not like he's going to have any time to actually take care of it. Just dump some of the useless amount of money he has into it every month and crash every once in a while. It's simple, and it keeps his alcohol in a safe place.

But then there was you. The sweet girl next door, barely aware of the horrors of the world. So naive, so God damn innocent with your bright eyes and big dreams. He never expected to see a little ray of sunshine living so close to him. So, it took him by surprised when you greeted him old-fashioned. An apple pie you baked on your downtime to relieve stress from your college life.

Your voice was so sweet. So open-hearted he almost wanted to vomit. "Hi! I'm your next door neighbor (Y/N), and I figured I'd bring you a welcome gift." Your hands gesture the fresh pie towards him, and his nose scrunches up at the sight. What was this? Some kind of cheesy rom-com? What was your angle? Why were you buttering him up like this?

"Thanks." His voice was gruff and low, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation, so you were quick to let it go. "Oh yeah, of course. I live right across from you, so feel free to stop by anytime. I make enough pastries to make a dentist rich." Ah, what a jokester you were.

Still, his blue eyes never left your face. You were such a pretty little thing. So unreal, so contrasting to him. It almost felt impossible. To have such... normalcy in his life.

"Yeah, okay." He took the pie from your hands, and he gave a short wave good-bye before he closed the door. First day here, and he was already feeling like his simple apartment was going to be a hassle. He had to avoid you.

But later that night, he stares down at the pie in front of him. Still in its tin, glaring at him as he sits down across from it. It's clear you put in great effort, and he fiddles with his fork. He can't let it go to waste, and it's not like it was bad. But a part of him felt so wrong. He didn't deserve this. This sweet pastry as opposed to gas station snacks and whatever rations the government decided to supply him with while he was on missions. If those ran out? The fish he'd pick up or the animals he'd shoot down.

The creatures he'd shoot down before leaving them to rot. Not quite that deprived yet.

He took a swig of his flask, relishing in the burn down his throat... and then he dipped his fork into the pie.

Leon had a mission today. Quite literally. Some stupid bio-terrorism somewhere he didn't really pay attention to but would be debriefed on again when he got there. He spent his morning equipping himself with his knife, his gun, some ammo, and whatever other necessities would be most likely to ensure his survival.

He doesn't own any mirrors. He doesn't care to if he's going to come home fucked up anyway. Leon exits the front door, locking it behind him and he heads towards the stairs.

And he sees you again.

Your appearance is so vastly different from his. Your hair has been styled in a way that fits you perfectly, your makeup flawless, and a fresh clean outfit adorns your body to match the messenger bag strewn over one shoulder. Then you smile at him

Did you always smile like that? This frequently?

"Hey again! Did you like the pie last night?" That voice brings him out of his fleeting thoughts, and he nods as you slow your descend down the stone steps. His pace ambling down to match yours.

"Yeah, I did." If Leon had the mind to, he would have given a more sociable, reciprocal reply. However, that's not him anymore. He doesn't care to find the him that would anyway.

"Well that's good. I'm glad." You reply, now walking side by side with him. His icy blue eyes graze over you, the warmth that seems to just radiate off of you.

Eventually, you both reached the bottom, and he finds his bike was parked next to your car. It fits you, and it fits him. Your car, with interior decorations and even a padded steering wheel cover for extra comfort. His bike, which is so easy to flip and likely to be hit. So easy to be in the wrong place at the right time.

"I didn't catch your name yesterday." Good. You didn't need to know it. In the same hand, why was it such a problem? It was just a name.

"Leon. My name's Leon." He replies simply, throwing his leg over his bike as you unlock your car.

"It was nice talking to you again, Leon." You reply with a goodbye wave, and a smile.

Something in his chest leaps. There was something about the way you said his name. It wasn't beckoning him to follow along some plan he wasn't aware of, and it wasn't ordering him to do something. Its just...

Fuck.

Leon rarely ever gets back from missions during the day. However, a week later he does. In a way, it's like a little reprieve. Enough time to patch himself up and relax (to the best he can with the help of alcohol) before he goes to sleep.

So today, as he sits on his couch staring mindlessly at some movie playing on the cheap cable the complex provides, his thoughts wandered. Blurred and aimless as the alcohol continues to pump into his bloodstream. However, he thinks back to the pie that night.

It was the best, and the first one he's had since he was a boy. Did he like it, you asked him. God, he loved it. After the first bite, he was like a man starved man. His mind practically left him as he took bite after bite after bite until there was nothing but tin and crumbs in front of him.

If he wanted to be existential, he felt in some way like he was eating a part of you. It was authentic. Peeled honeycrisp apples not totally softened from the heat, the crust so obviously hand kneaded by the uneven and plushness of it. Plush, like you. Like your cheeks when you smiled. They seemed so soft.

Calloused fingertips came up to his own face, grazing over the stubble and wrinkles there. He clenched his jaw, slamming his hand down and throwing back his flask once again.

Then, his thoughts returned to other things.

To Leon's surprise, there was no call at three in the morning demanding his help with some bio-terrorism or some cooky scientist. Instead, after he'd woken up and began to spike his own coffee, there was a knock at his door.

Well, the good Lord gives, and the good Lord takes away.

Maybe if he didn't see things that God could not have possibly allowed, he might have actually sought the deity out.

Footsteps trudge to his front door, swinging it open and looking down at his visitor. It's you. Of course it's you.

His hands flex on the edge of the door, and his eyes look down at you. "Hi, (Y/N)." He greets you, and once again you give him another smile. God fucking dammit, are you even capable of feeling anything other than optimism?

"Morning Leon! Well, I know you didn't ask, but college has yet again led me into insane amounts of baking. I know you liked the pie last time, so I was wondering if you'd like some breakfast? I have a surplus over here..." You let out a soft laugh at the end of your sentence, tucking hair behind your ear. God your face, the one he'd been thinking about last night.

Mulling over the thought, he agreed. "I don't see why not."

It truly wasn't a long visit. You weren't lying about that, or the surplus you'd whipped up. He wondered how much you spent on ingredients for these little concoctions you made. Maybe he'd give you some money. He had enough of it laying around. Practically useless.

He sat at his table. Staring at the treats you'd covered in saran wrap. It wasn't just pastries either. There was shepherd's pie in a Tupperware dish, chicken pot pie, and he wondered what you did with all this food. Maybe you handed it out to all the neighbors you knew.

Oh. He didn't like that.

He'd already finished his spiked coffee, and was now sipping on straight vodka as he glared down at the sweets. He knew what people were like. He betted they all wanted a piece of you. God, why wouldn't they?

You were sweet, kind, gentle, and you had that fucking smile... looked at him like he was special. Something to care about. Were you pitying him? No, you wouldn't do that.

You were just a good person.

You were gorgeous, too. Such a lethal combination, and you didn't even know it. He wondered if you had a boyfriend. Or a girlfriend.

He took another swig, his brows furrowing as he tried to think about something else. But alas, he couldn't.

Who wouldn't want to snatch you up? Come over every now and then to look at your smile and your pretty face, and eat the stuff you baked so impulsively.

Who wouldn't want you?

You were young, you'd probably want to do something with a lover. What kind of lover were you? Were you shy and timid? Blushing and moaning softly as someone fucked you?

If he fucked you?

You'd want to settle down probably... you seemed the type. He couldn't settle down, though. Not with all these grueling missions he's forced to do.

But wouldn't it be nice to come home to someone like you? A pretty smile waiting to greet him with food in the oven and a house that wasn't dusty. Full of the life he was missing from himself?

His breathing unconsciously became more labored the more he thought about it. You'd have a limited amount of time with him. He'd make the best of it. Eating the food you made and thanking you. Helping you clean and relaxing with you. Something to keep him company besides the steel flask he brings to his lips again.

He'd fuck you.

His hands would dwarf your thighs as he lifts your hips up and down on his cock while his own hips snap up into you, your warmth. His hand leaves his flask to his forehead as his other hand drifts down his abdomen, skin twitching under his own touch. His brows furrowing as a low groan escapes him.

Would you beg him to slow down? Cry about how full you felt with his cock pressing against every soft contour your cunt had to offer him. Only for him. You'd look up at him with half lidded, fluttering eyes and swollen, parted lips as he fucked you like he needed to.

His head was already muddled from the alcohol, but the lust only made his head swim further and further into untouched depths until he's palming himself through sweapants, his hips shifting and twitching in excitement. A groan tears from his throat. Would you press your palm against him like this? Feel him up with curiosity, unaware of how fucking good it felt?

Would you put him past your lips? Sweet words interrupted by his cock, soft cheeks red and stained with tears as he fucks your throat.

His hand dipped below to his waistband to his throbbing cock. His tip already leaking with anticipation as he spreads the essence over his length.

You were nice, but maybe you weren't as naive as he's making you out to be. Maybe you'd have him laid out on his back, situated between his legs as you stroke him, making him groan and grip the bedsheets because your hands would be so fucking soft. So experienced, gliding over his cock as he's helpless to it. Watching you as you work his old cock with enthusiasm only young girls like you had.

His hand pumps faster, and he's borderline whimpering at the thought. Maybe you'd take care of him. Pin him down with your hands on his chest while your hips slammed down on top of his like your life depended on it. His hips would twitch uselessly, too focused on your cunt sucking him in and the gloss decorating his cock as you used him to make yourself cum. It's the least he can do, after all these pastries you've made him.

Only him.

You'd treat him so fucking good.

"F-Fuck!" Leon can't help himself when a strangled groan escapes his lips, cock shooting white hot ropes into his hand and onto the floor as he cums, thighs twitching and chest heaving as he comes down from his high.

It takes a second for him to get over the aftershock before his eyes flicker open, and he states at the cooling food in front of him. With a sigh, he tucks himself into his pants, and grabs a brownie. His other hand picking up his flask again.

I will make a part two but it's getting late and I'm moving in two days so erm yeah eat your food. The next chapter will be from the reader's perspective muehehe

[alwaysthegeorges]

What Dreams Are Made Of - Peter Parker x Reader (1/2)

Summary - You and Peter are friends. Except when he looks at you like that.

Warnings - Fluff, pining, talks of sex

Word Count - 4.4k

a/n - this went so far from what I had originally imagined. part 2 will be hardcore smut so stay tuned

!gif not mine!

You and Peter Parker were friends. That was all. At least that's what you told yourselves.

As a neighborhood hero yourself, you spent a lot of time with Peter. Being at the "bottom of the food chain" at the Avengers tower had its perks, of course, but it also meant that whenever anyone was too lazy to go get what they needed, you and Peter were tasked with the errands. Thor wanted a sandwich from the deli across town? Whatever. Natasha craved a chocolate cupcake from the bakery right across the street? No problem. Except when they made you take the friendly neighborhood Spiderman with you to get him out of the house.

Peter had the tendency to hole himself up in his room for days when he wasn't saving the city or doing patrols. Legos and whatever online forums he was browsing took up most of his time, which was frustrating to the entire tower, especially you. Totally not because you liked him, but because it wasn't healthy. So, every few days you had gone solo, Tony would drag his young protégé out of his room (sometimes by physical force) and force him to accompany you.

Being one of the few young women living at the tower and working with the team, they all treated you like a younger sister, just like they treated Peter as their younger brother. They all knew you could both hold your own on the battlefield, but they also knew sometimes you needed big sibling advice, needed to be told which side of the wrench to use, or even to be pushed together with your crush so you guys would just kiss already and stop pining. Steve's words, not yours.

What you loved about the team is that they always looked out for the two of you. What you hated was having to go around like their assistants to get them coffee from the 24-hour gas station at 4 a.m. so they could plan for whatever major fundraising event was coming up. If they were up, so were you and Peter, just in case they needed something. It may have been annoying sometimes, but they did so much for you that it only felt right to give that back in the ways you could. So, when coffee was requested for the second time in four hours, and the idea of buying a coffee pot for the tower was waved off, you and Peter headed out to the gas station.

The ding of the bell sounded as the two of you groggily shuffled in, the clerk side-eyeing you like you had just ruined his night by showing up for the second time in a night. As you browsed the aisles separately to shoot the shit, occasionally calling to one another to grab a certain snack, you could feel the long night getting to your brain. Of course, when you got groggy and tired, your brain started to tell you Peter was sending you signs that he liked you more than a friend, which was preposterous. Peter was dating MJ, and it was going well. However, you couldn't shake the fact that his glances at you felt longer, his arm around your shoulder felt less platonic, and the air felt thicker when you were alone together. But of course, that was all in your head, as you tried to remind yourself as he tossed you your favorite snack before heading to the checkout counter.

"Put your stuff up there too, and I'll just put it on the business card. Tony really shouldn't trust me with this thing when I'm near candy," Peter joked, smiling back at you as you came up behind him to put your items on the counter.

"I don't know why he keeps giving it to you instead of me. I'm clearly the more responsible one," you quip, eyeing the 3 different packs of candy you had grabbed along with the coffee cups.

The two of you shared a stare, chuckling at the haul as Peter shoved the card into the reader. His head whipped around as the card reader started beeping rapidly, taking it out with confusion.

"Sorry man, you shoved it in too hard. Sometimes the reader can get sensitive with that stuff," drawled the clerk, and Peter gently put the card back in with a chuckle.

"Jeez, Parker. Hope you don't treat MJ like that card reader," you joked, shoving your elbow into his arm. His face went red and he laughed, but then suddenly found the reader to be super interesting.

As the two of you carried your bags and drinks back to the tower, the air felt tight, and he hadn't spoken a word since he wasn't able to take his eyes off the reader. You had a feeling it had to do with your joke about MJ, so you piped up.

"Hey, sorry if the card reader joke was weird."

"No, no, it's fine. It just took me off guard," he said, not taking his eyes off the pavement.

"I didn't mean to imply that you were.." you trailed off. That he was what? Rough? You couldn't imagine Peter being rough. Sexually at least.

"No, seriously, you're fine. It's just- we haven't exactly-" he coughed.

"You two haven't had sex?"

"It's not that she doesn't want to, I just haven't-"

The conversation got cut off by the elevator opening, causing a stampede of tired and overworked heroes jonesing for their liquid sleep. After distributing the goods, the two of you made your way into the main living room and sat on the couch, finally digging into your haul of sugar. After a beat of silence, you sat back on the plush couch and looked at him.

"So?" you asked innocently.

He finally looked at you instead of the floor.

"What?"

"Why haven't you guys done it yet? I thought you were in love or something."

"That's a long story," he started, shifting in his seat. He suddenly found the floor more interesting again.

"If you don't want to talk about sex, that's fine. But you're always raving about MJ to me, and you've been quiet all night. You can tell me if something's going on, you know. We're friends," you said, shifting forward and placing a hand on his forearm.

Peter looked at you, and a beat passed as he searched your face. You were worried you had upset him or pushed too hard, but just as you rescinded your hand and opened your mouth to apologize, he spoke.

"She told me she loved me and I just... I couldn't say it back."

Your mind immediately reeled. Why couldn't he say it back? Did he like someone else? Was he lying to protect her from people coming after them?

He must have seen the look on your face, because he pretty quickly launched into an explanation so your mind wouldn't work too hard.

"I wanted to say it back," he started, taking a deep breath. "Something just told me that if I did, then she'd want to have sex, and I know we've been dating for 4 months, but I'm just not ready for that. It's too important and I don't want to waste it on-" he stopped. His face immediately reddened as you sat up quickly.

"Too important? Why?" you asked curiously, not being able to contain your thoughts.

"Just, never mind. I'll talk to you later."

With that, Peter got up and stalked away, leaving a trail of confusion behind him. Your mind raced for answers but came up short, and you ultimately gave up and shuffled back into the meeting room. There was some large map on the table, so you ended up near the end, where Steve was watching, looking bored.

"What was that all about?" Steve asked, apparently in a mood to talk about anything else than a charity event.

"Nosy much?" you joked, giving him a look.

"Indulge me. It's not that often we get a gloomy Peter."

"I think I pushed too hard when he told me he and MJ haven't had sex yet," you admitted with a sigh. Steve looked at you with surprise at the answer.

"Really? I thought they were madly in love~" he replied, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I know, I was surprised too. But apparently, it's 'too special' to do with her yet. But I can't figure out why. He's being weird about it, like he's never done it before-"

The realization hit the two of you like bricks.

"Oh my god, little Petey hasn't had sex yet? Isn't he like 21?" Steve asked, a bit too gleefully.

"Yeah, we're only a few days apart. That makes so much sense now! But I wonder why he feels like it wouldn't be special enough with MJ."

"Why don't you go ask him? Sounds more interesting in this stuff, anyway."

You nodded and cupped Steve on the shoulder before heading to the hallway with both your and Peter's rooms. You slowed as you came up to his door, bringing your hand up to knock, but stopping. He's probably had enough sex talk for the night. Instead, you dropped your hand and went to your own room, sleeping a little more peacefully with the knowledge that maybe Peter and MJ weren't as solid as you thought.

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A pounding at your door woke you up with a jump.

"C'mon, we're gonna be late!" A voice called from the other side.

You rolled over to look at your alarm clock. 11:30 a.m. With a groan, you got up and started to get dressed.

You had been distracted all day. The whole team had to be at this too-large banquet hall to set up for the charity event that night, but your mind was definitely not on fancy curtains and chocolate fountains. As much as you didn't want to admit it, a part of you was relieved that Peter and MJ weren't as serious as you thought. A part of you wanted to know why he was so adamant that MJ wasn't the one he wanted to lose his virginity to, but the other part told you to leave it alone and keep it in your pants. As much as you wanted to fantasize, Peter had in no way made a pass at you, nor should he. He was your teammate. It didn't matter that his eyes gleamed when the two of you stood a little too close, or that his hand seemed to linger when you accidentally touched hands at meetings. He had a girlfriend, and that was that.

You had just started to accept this fact when you glanced at him across the room, and he ducked his head like he had just been caught staring. You brushed it off, trying to convince yourself that it was just a coincidence and that he was probably just thinking about your conversation last night. You had hauled yourself into focusing on the decorating so much that you didn't even notice at first when he showed up at your side with a coffee and your favorite dessert. You jumped a little when he said your name, but thanked him sweetly for the gesture. Peter brought you the combination a lot when he could tell you were tired or stressed. He was just a good friend like that, and you had forbidden yourself from thinking about it any other way years ago.

"I'm sorry about last night," he offered, sipping his own coffee.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. I overstepped," you said, placing a hand on his arm. So muscular from training, yet so soft- nope. Not thinking about that. You removed your arm and tried really hard to focus in on the conversation. His eyes seemed to wander anywhere but yours, which wasn't like him, but you were trying not to push too hard again.

"You didn't. I'm just a little sensitive about sex. I just want it to be perfect, you know? And I know that it probably won't be because it rarely is, but I just have this picture in my head of what it should be. And I'm not ready to give that up just yet. Even if I do like MJ."

You felt a ping in your heart at the last sentence, but you soldiered on.

"That's okay. You shouldn't have to settle for something that's not what you want."

"Thanks. I'm trying to keep my expectations down, anyway. It's not like I have the means for a candlelit rooftop," he laughed, shoulders seeming to ease a bit. You chuckled, trying very hard to not notice the cute blush donning his cheeks.

"Oo, candlelit rooftop, eh? What other fancy plans do you have in mind, mister romantic?"

His blush deepened, and he hung his head to the floor with a sultry chuckle before bringing it back up with a look you couldn't decipher.

"Let's just say that when it happens, we won't leave until the sun comes up."

With that, Peter sauntered away with an air of confidence, leaving you to pick your jaw up off the floor all by yourself.

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The alarm set on your phone went off with an annoying ring just as you were putting on your second earring. Fortunately, a lot of important people were going to be showing up to this fancy event, so Tony had instructed the entire team to put on their best. For you, that meant your old-that-doesn't-look-old prom dress you were surprised still fit. You peered into the mirror, giving one final look at the glittering navy that hugged your body so well it was sinful. Your hair cascaded down one shoulder, the other side pinned with silver and diamond pins. It was safe to say you cleaned up well.

You grabbed your phone to shut the alarm off just as Peter opened your door. You stumbled back from your bed in surprise, and as Peter opened his mouth to apologize, he stopped. Like a deer in headlights, the man looked you up and down with his mouth quite literally hanging open.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer," you said, chuckling at his gawking.

Before you could even register what he was doing, Peter ripped his phone out of his pocket and took a picture. He lowered it after the shutter sound, smiling the biggest you had seen in months.

"Did you really just-?" you asked in disbelief, not being able to control the laughter that spilled out. This man.

Proudly, like a kid showing his parent the artwork he just created, he showed you the picture he took. It was half blurry and the lighting was terrible, but he seemed so pleased with himself that you couldn't help but laugh.

After you got ahold of yourself, you grabbed your clutch purse, sliding your phone in. You walked out of your room, grabbing Peter's hand and pulling him along with you to the elevator like an excited puppy.

"We have a banquet to endure."

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The banquet was roaring with people, laughing echoing off the walls, and too-drunk women reaching for more champagne. The few people you had talked to didn't have much to say, and only really wanted to talk about their boats and mansions. You decided to steer clear of them for now, going to grab yourself a second flute of champagne from the bar instead. You sipped your glass as you surveyed the scene, and caught the eye of a curly-haired, golden retriever of a man, already staring back at you. You noticed him politely excuse himself from the people he was talking to and saunter over to you, a half-empty glass in a hand of his own.

"Come to bore me with details about your boat, Parker?" you asked jokingly as he reached you and set his glass on the bar.

"Oh, of course. But my glass was also getting empty," he quipped, winking at you before turning to watch the bartender fill his drink.

"You weren't coming over here to tell me how exquisite I look tonight like the other old men looking for a sugar baby, were you?"

Peter picked up his glass and took a long sip before pausing to answer.

"I would describe you as ravishing, darling. And that's not exactly the kind of baby I'm looking for," he said in a jokingly I-am-rich-and-serious tone, going to sip his drink again. You choked on the hair, shaking your head at him. In the background, you noticed a band start to play a slow melody.

"You're lucky you're cute, Parker," you chuckled, taking the time to look him up and down like he had done earlier. Man, did he clean up nice.

"Don't think I don't see you checking me out. If you're going to gawk, at least make it subtle!"

You gasped out a laugh, looking back up at his face to see a cocky look on his face.

"May I remind you that you basically tripped over yourself to get a picture of me earlier?"

"Mm, I don't recall. Shall we dance?" he asked, brushing past the question with one of those goddamn smiles. He sat down his drink, now empty, and held out his hand for you to take.

You shook your head at him with a smile, but ultimately put your cup down and took his hand. He grasped it gently, but like you would slip away if he let go. You could feel the suaveness in his steps as he pulled you onto the dancefloor and into him, chest to chest. As you swayed to the music, hand in hand, so close all you could smell was his cologne, a soft silence fell between you. The music tumbled through the air as he held you, and for once, you let your mind wander. Your gaze drifted all over his face, taking in his freckles, his dimples. The way his mouth curved just so. It was overwhelming, how sudden you felt it. You had known Peter for so long, and your friendship was so solid. You didn't let yourself think about him the way you truly wanted to because you couldn't give that up. You wouldn't trade it for the world. He was so good, and soft, and caring. He sometimes cared more about your well-being than you did, especially when the nightmares would come and the depression would take over. The nights you woke up screaming, he would rush in and hold you for hours, getting you a snack once you had calmed and staying with you until morning. He would go out of his way to run errands with you sometimes, even if it was just getting toilet paper from the corner store. He was everything to you, and you couldn't risk that just to have him not feel the same. It would be the loss of your life. So, you hid it. You didn't allow it to swallow you whole, until now. Here, in this sparkling ballroom, dressed to the nines and bathing in Peter's scent, all you wanted to do was scream that you loved this man. It took everything in you to hold him so close, and yet keep the biggest secret from him. It was too risky.

You thought, at least. In the time you were lost in your head, your faces had gotten close. Too close. You looked up through your eyelashes into Peter's beautiful brown eyes and tried not to drown in your thoughts as you felt his breath on your cheek. As you felt his lips brush yours, your eyes fluttered closed-

A crash. You both jumped back as the music abruptly ended, and everyone turned to see the too-drunk wife of a very rich guy you had spoken with earlier in the middle of broken glass and champagne on the floor. Of course, she ran into the champagne fountain. There's your life.

You and Peter shuffled off the floor now that the mood was sufficiently ruined. You ended up settling at one of the standing tables nearby. The silence as some waiters cleaned up the broken glass slowly began to kill you. Doubt crept into your mind because Peter was your friend. He didn't like you like that. He surely felt you shift and didn't want to ruin the moment. Stupid, letting you feel for him. You knew it would ruin everything.

Peter shifted uncomfortably from side to side, and though the band had picked up again, you could tell something was off. He wasn't as chatty as usual, and he wore a solemn expression you couldn't place, solidifying the fact that you had fucked up.

"What's wrong?" you asked gently, breaking the silence.

"I broke up with MJ," he answered, almost a whisper.

"Oh, Peter, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be. I had to. She's not the one I can't stop thinking about," he admitted, eyes shifting back to yours.

You reeled back, confused. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

"Who is she, then?" You tried not to let the hurt infiltrate your voice. Of course, he met someone.

Peter's face shifted.

"What?"

"Who is she?" you gulped, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. You couldn't look him in the eye.

"Are you fucking with me? If you are, it's not funny," he said flatly. Your world was spinning. The warmth in your chest was gone now, leaving a gaping hole of emptiness in its place.

"Surprise, I don't watch your dating life with a microscope. Just tell me."

"You are unbelievable," he said, stepping back and shaking his head. You could see the hurt on his face.

"Peter-"

"I have to go," he said flatly, and rushed off without saying another word.

You felt the emptiness in your chest rise again, and even though the champagne tower was ruined, the bar sure wasn't. You stalked over to the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had.

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Come to the roof read the text you received from Peter. This had better not be some superhero emergency.

You shoved your phone back into your bag and headed towards the elevator, pushing the highest button when you got in. Peter had been gone for about 30 minutes, which gave you plenty of time to sulk over whatever the fuck had happened. Oh, and gave you time to shoot down a couple shots. To your dismay, you were only tipsy. Stark apparently didn't allow too hard of liquor in case, well, what happened with the champagne tower.

As the elevator reached the rooftop, you took a deep breath, trying to soothe the nerves in your stomach. Fucking anxiety.

As soon as the door opened to the crisp night, you saw him. Peter, standing at the end of an aisle of candles. You stepped off the elevator, now officially confused. You walked towards him up the aisle of candles slowly, as if to not startle a deer. He was quiet as you approached, but you still couldn't read his face. You had been friends for years, and yet he still baffled you sometimes.

"Sorry, I uh, I'll leave you be," you pushed out.

"What?" Peter asked, pulling his hands from his pockets.

"You meant this for someone else? Wrong number, I guess. I'll let you get to it."

As you turned to walk away, Peter snagged your hand, pulling you back toward him.

"What do you see?" he asked plainly.

"What?"

"Describe what you see."

Still confused, you obliged, scanning the area.

"Candles. A blanket. The skyline. You," you answered, meeting his gaze once again.

"What does this look like?"

"A date? I guess?"

"And I texted you to come up here," he said, a small smile returning to his face. He grabbed your other hand, which was now apparently free. When did you set that down?

"You meant to text someone else," you replied confidently.

"I did not mean to text someone else. I meant to text you."

"But that means-" you stopped.

"I set this up for you. Us." His smile widened, and he began to pull you closer. Your cheeks reddened. It suddenly was very hot on this roof.

"Why?"

"You are so beautiful. Fast. Strong. Smart. You can be a little daft sometimes, though."

And with that, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Not too hard, but definitely not soft. He kissed you like he needed you, like you were oxygen and he was drowning. He put everything he had into that kiss, and it sent you soaring. You wrapped your hands around his wrist and waist, pulling him closer to you and kissing him back. You didn't realize how much you needed this until this moment. It was everything. Spring breezes, crunchy fall leaves, the stars twinkling at midnight. It was the glowing sun and the shining moon, the waves crashing on beaches, and birds singing in the morning. You never realized how much you were missing out on until this moment, when he was kissing you and you were kissing him. It was the moment you burst. There was no hiding anymore.

The kiss slowed, and you pulled away just enough to look him in his big, beautiful eyes. Breathless, the two of you sighed into soft laughter, unbelieving that it finally happened.

"So this is why you couldn't have sex with MJ?"

"You have had my heart since we met. I just didn't realize it yet."

He kissed you until your lips were swollen, until you felt there was no more air in the atmosphere. It was so perfect, and sweet, and him.

You moved to lay on the blanket he had set out, legs getting tired and weak after finally getting to feel everything you had suppressed for years. He held you, and you softly exchanged stories and sweet nothings. You told him everything, he told you. It was nothing short of perfect. The two of you lazily made out on the blanket under the stars and relished in the feeling of finally. Peter didn't even care when the sun rose over the skyline, because even though it was his first time having sex, it was deeper. It was his first time fully loving. Reveling in this happiness and the full extent of what it is to love and be loved. It was what dreams were made of.

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for @thiamappreciationweek day 2: season 6

It made sense that Theo should skip town after the Ghost Rider incident. Why wouldn’t he? The pack had made it pretty clear that he had no place in Beacon Hills, and that his past actions were unforgivable even in the best of contexts. So, with no friends or emotional ties to anything in town, it was only logical that he put the too-cheery “Welcome to Beacon Hills!” sign as far behind him as possible.

So why was he still here, lingering in his truck on the side of some road smack in the middle of town?

The answer, he realized with a sigh, was in a house across the street, in a bedroom with one window facing the road. The answer had blue, blue eyes that haunted Theo’s dreams, brown hair that was getting long enough to curl behind the ears, and an inability to leave the chimera’s thoughts. The answer had raised him from the skinwalker prison, had broken the only thing that could send him back, and then fought beside him against the horde of undead cowboys. The answer had done more for him than anyone else in his life had, and he probably didn’t even realize he was doing it.

Even this far away from Liam’s room, the beta’s scent still drifted down towards Theo, filling his nose with the faintest trace of Old Spice and something spicy that nothing could ever fully cover up— Liam’s natural scent. Theo sighed, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation.

He didn’t know what kept drawing him to Liam. Every time he tried to leave, he found himself here, parked outside of the Geyer residence. Somehow it always came back to Liam. The obvious reason was a mix of chemicals that Theo thought his brain was incapable of making anymore, but he had never been one to accept things at face value. Whatever the reason was, it had him suffering through the incessant tapping of deputies on his window as he tried to sleep, had him second guessing where to park for the night, had him going out of his way to avoid the rest of the McCall pack, even after he risked his life for them (again), all to apparently keep an eye on Liam whenever he could.

A light flickered on in Liam’s bedroom, and Theo looked up to see the beta come into the frame of his window. He was dressed only in a pair of sweatpants, checking his phone and brushing his teeth at the same time while he paced around his room. The scene was so domestic, and filled Theo’s chest with a sense of longing, the likes of which he had never felt before. His stolen heart skipped a beat at the thought of sharing a domestic life with Liam, of brushing their teeth in their shared bathroom while they get ready for bed together. It was such a weird fantasy, something Theo had never wanted before, but still it existed, and now was permanently lodged into a small part of his brain that he refused to acknowledge in the daylight.

Theo waited until Liam’s back was turned, then started the truck and sped off down the road. He may feel like a giant creep, but he didn’t need Liam to see him and think he was one. The farther away from Liam’s house he got, the less his scent lingered, and the worse he felt. He tried to convince himself it was the sleep deprivation, or his diet of gas station food and pre-packaged snacks, but he knew enough about the human body that he wasn’t able to convince himself that the ache in his chest was from a physical cause instead of an emotional one. He wanted to turn around, to climb through Liam’s never-locked window and tell him… He wasn’t sure what he would say to Liam, but he squashed the urge nonetheless and kept driving.

Later, when he looked out the driver’s side window and found himself staring down the barrel of a hunter’s gun, he wished he had had the strength to tell Liam something, even if he had no idea what his heart wanted him to say. At least then he wouldn’t be taking this knot in his chest to the grave with him. 

[writing-with-yours-truly]

Wattpad Transfer: "We stole Jimmy's Car" Quackity [YouTuber] x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Additional information: Inspired on the video Sapnap Uploaded

Requested by: N/A

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"When the fuck are they gonna get here?" I groan, checking my phone's SnapMap to locate my friends. "No idea. All they told us was to wait here," Punz answers. "That's fucking dumb," I reply.

My SnapMap opened and it appeared that they were really close. I heard a honk and I yelled, startled. The boys started laughing and I raised my middle finger. "Shut up." Karl rolls his window down. "Get in the car!" He yelled.

We all walked over and started piling in. "Can you not have the part of me screaming?" I ask Karl. He replies with a laugh. So the layout was...

Karl and Sapnap in the front. Me and Quackity in the middle. Nolan and Punz in the back. "Whoooo!" We hooted.

...

We were on the road for thirty minutes and the Tesla battery was almost dead. "We probably gotta charge it," I shrugged, hearing a beep. "No shit." Quackity says in response.

Karl recorded Sapnap, as he got out of the car. "We need to charge the car before we really hit the road."

"Snack time!" I yell, running out of the car. "Y/N wait!" Quackity ran after me.

...

After we got back from getting really good snacks, Quackity leased intimate the car. "Got any games on your car?" I covered my mouth as I squeaked because of Quackity trying to climb into the car. "Quackity, there's a door for a reason!"

"Shut up, Y/N, I'm having a moment." Sapnap and Quackity got close and I started wheezing. "Its so fucking warm you don't need a fireplace, you need ice cubes."

...

We all were back in the car, and Karl was driving this time. "Karl! Yo Kar! What if we crash the car!" I yell. "You can get him a new one, right?" Karl asked me. "No, it was Sapnap's idea!" I pointed at Sap.

Sapnap turned the camera around. "Punz, when's the next Among Us video coming out?" "Uhhh...." We all just laughed.

"Anyways, Q, man, where are the snacks?" I ask Quackity. "Glad you asked, Y/N!" Quackity lifted something up. "We got the candy, and we got the...The drink!" He pointed at the drink.

"Oh, we also have a secret charger!" He pulled off a plastic piece. Then he pulled another up, causing it to fling off.

...

"Look at my cards!" Punz waves his Pokémon cards in front of my face. "Get the cards outta my fucking face," I laughed.

Punz pulled the cards out of my face. A few minutes later, Nolan and Punz were sharing a bag of beef jerky. I gagged at the rancid smell, and turned my head away.

"I don't want your handouts, man!" I speak in a fake Mexican Dream voice, causing Quackity to laugh until the jerky was in his face. "Get that shit away from me!"

Karl, who had enough with our antics, yelled "Everybody shut up! Its silent car time now. Thanks a lot!" Sapnap sighed, as he was getting content from the banter.

Punz had lifted his arms and flipped off Karl. I slapped his hand. "Oww! N/N slapped me! Karl!"

Sapnaps camera was pointed at us again, and I did a fake pout. "He's whying." I talk in my baby voice.

...

It was dead silent until Sapnap's face time was going off. "Oh, shit."

"How's it going?" Jimmy asks.

"Its going good. What are you up to?" Sapnap cooly answered.

"I see a camera pointed at the phone." I push the camera back and mouth, 'Careful.' to Quackity.

"What? Oh, that's weird." Sap acted dumbfounded.

Jimmy answered with, "I assume that means you're pranking me."

"I mean kind of. I don't know if you'd call it a prank." I snicker silently listening to the two.

"I think its more like...theivery." Sap shakily answers.

Jimmy exhaled. "Is that my Tesla?"

"It-its your Tesla, Jimmy."

"Bro, Y/N. We were bonding together!"

"I know!"

"And you're trying to steal my car?!"

"It was Sap's idea, not mine," I giggle.

"This is something I would expect from Karl. But, Y/N! Come on."

"Hey, they told us to go to this sketchy ass gas station."

"How about this. Sapnap, I'm giving you four days to return it or I'm calling the cops." He hung up, leaving us all to freak out.

"But-" I caught my breath from laughing as Quackity gave Sap the camera back. "He's your bestie!" I wheeze.

"He's joking, right?" Sapnap asks himself. "We just gotta hide it," Karl gives an idea.

...

Five hours in and were charging our -Jimmy's - Tesla, and somehow ended up at a mall arcade.

"We gotta leave though, if we want to eat at the place we want to." Sap explains to us. Nolan runs ahead, yelling, "Let's go!"

Karl shakes his head.

The boys, besides me and Quackity, were playing basketball, skeeball, the typical arcade games. While I was in a Vr box, and Quackity was watching, with a headset on to talk to me. Like a mic.

"Okay, you're doing great, N/N. Just be careful of overusing the power." This was my first time playing FNAF on vr and I was scared shitless. I was on 8% power and was yelling things such as, "Get the fuck away, you dumb ass chicken." Quackity whispered, "Y/N. Shh." I heard footsteps and I shakily asked, "Who was that?"

"Only Sapnap, Punz, and Karl. Come on Princesa. You can--" he got cut off by the other two talking. I stood still, confused. "What's going-- AUGHHH!" I screamed as I was jump scared. I quickly took the headset off, and pinched myself.

"I am here." I stepped out of the black dome, and to the boys, shaking. "We got kicked out, Karl said, holding the camera. "Damn."

...

"Since these guys know all of us, we should tell them what's going on." We stood in front of the four shoppers. "Basically, we're stealing Jimmy's car, and we're driving it all the way to Orlando." One of the boys gasped in shock.

...

Sapnap gasped with his hands on his head. "Banter!" He yelled. "The podcast!" One of the kids showed Sap his phone and he was subbed to him.

...

"Yo, Jimmy. I found some fans and told them what we are doing to you!" Sap greeted. "Yo, what's up Mr. Beast!" One of the guys greeted.

"We took your car and are driving it to Florida!" I cheerily exclaim.

"Wait, can you do me a favor and steal the car back?" Jimmy asked the fans.

They laughed.

...

We were about five hours on the road when I attempted to sleep. Spoiler alert, I kept getting tapped, and sleeping on the side of plastic hurts like shit.

Sap tapped me and my eyes jolted open. "Stop itt," I slur. "Was that a good nap?" Punz asked me. "Hell no."

Everyone just laughed. "Oh look, the suns coming out!"

"Damn, that is a big ball."

Suddenly, Karl pulled over, and ran out of the car AS TRUCKS AND SHIT WERE COMING, becuase he had to pee. I immediately looked out Quackity's window. "Yuck."

I immediately got an idea. "He still pissing?" I asked. "Yeah." I started to get in the front. "Q, support my leg so I don't break anything." "Got it!" He helped me in the front seat. "Bye!" I shifted out of park. I immediately hit the gas.

"What the fuck!" Everyone kept saying. "You left Karl," Sap exclaimed. "I don't care!" I giggle.

"Sapnap!" Karl exclaims. "I'm right here." He was sitting in the seat I was in. "Holy fu-"

...

We stopped at a restaurant that Karl put in the GPS. "This was where I loved to eat." He exclaimed, jumping out of the car. Karl dropped the key. "Oh, shit that's the key!" Nolan grabbed it. "Got it!"

...

I stood next to Karl as Nolan and Sapnap slid down the rail of a government building. "We are fucked if they got the snipers. I can feel the red dot on my head," I jokingly say.

...

"Karl you're drivingggg!" I yell, jumping in the back, Quackity following suit.

"I ended up dosing off until I heard Quackity yell something. "This thing added 6 more fucking hours to the trip!" He was rambling about what time we would get there.

I myself was tired already. I yawned. "Can we just go home," I slur out. "No," Sap answers, pointing the camera at me.

...

"Since the trip is so long, I decided to get everyone Mexican pastries." Quackity held a back up, it rustling. "Who the fuck bought this shit?!"

He pulled out sour spaghetti noodles. "Hey!" Karl exclaimed. Quackity kept scolding him. "You are a grown ass man!"

I yawned again, and tried falling asleep, but everyone was talking, and it drove me insane. "Just shut up!" I yelled, causing the chatter to stop. "I'm tired, man." I mutter some o/l swears. (Other language)

"We know you're swearing." Quackity pointed out. "Whatever. Its not like you don't call me names in Spanish. Like Princesa." I put my head on the plastic and tried to sleep. Until Quackity pulled my by the shoulder and laid my head on his shoulder.

...

I woke back up to everyone but Quackity cheering. "WE'RE IN FLORIDA!" Then a song by Dream started playing. "Oh look Y/N's up." I started belting the lyrics to Roadtrip. "Whoooo! Slay!" Karl exclaimed. I sat back, and put my head back on Quackity's shoulder.

...

Finally, we made it to Orlando! "Jimmy won't actually call the cops on us, right?" Sap asked himself, before turning the camera off.

[bodybeyondstories]

Just ignore it - 6

After things get heated, David finds himself back at the gas station. Then again. And again.

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Male TF // Dick Growth // Growth // Butt Growth // nsfw

This is sort of a non-conclusion to this story arc with a weird idea that I had that I wasn't sure how to execute well (the usual lol). Had a lot of fun with this series, lot of threads yet to play with, eventually, maybe...

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“That you?”

The Mystery Machine. Lee lazily scrounging around in the bag of cheese puffs. The gas station attendant power walking away, bubble butt jiggling uncontrollably. Me sitting in the passenger seat, staring into space. And not unleashing a higher dimensional being through some magic portal and eating out a giant-size Blake. 

I had never had a dream that vivid. He had grown to monstrous proportions, I was awash in his thick musk, his deep, almost subsonic groans shaking me to my core, body lengthening and muscles inflating, his ass like two planets trying to fill up the entire dome–

“We’ll assume yes,” said Lee. “Looks like he didn’t see that coming,” he continued, long fingers reaching into the bag.

“Be careful with those, I heard they go straight to your…” I’ve said this before. 

“Ass? Allegedly,” Lee chuckled. “Apparently dudes mix these into their protein shakes on leg day or crush them and down entire family size bags on a dare or whatever and see what happens. It’s an urban legend, but I guess urban legends keep us employed. We’ll have to look into it right after all the other magical calamities spawning off around you.” He gave a cheese dusted smile, leaning lazily over the window, reaching back to adjust the seat of his pants.

Armand plopped himself back into the driver's seat and grabbed the aux cord, began scrolling through podcasts as he started the van. “There’s a great episode I think we should listen to, it’s on…let me find it…”

“Spectral informatics?” I offered, confused as to how I’d come up with that.

“Yeah! I didn’t know you were a fan,” said Armand, excitedly snatching a few cheese puffs from the bag. I squirreled it away before we had to deal with any further snack-based complications.

“Um, sure,” I said, as we pulled off onto the road.

It was actually a pretty interesting episode, and settled into the background of the muted scenery rolling by. Lee was asking lazy but helpful questions in the back, and before I knew it we were engaged in a deep side conversation that complemented the soft radio voices of the podcast hosts. Armand seemed genuinely pleased. This was maybe the longest actual discussion I’d had with him. I was present in a way that the right jolt of caffeine makes the world feel crisp and new.

Because Synt wasn’t there.

I don’t know why it had taken me this long to realize, but Synt’s overbearing metaphysical residence in my mind was nowhere to be found. It was like a weight had been lifted, but I felt the absence of agonistic tension that I had gotten so used to. I involuntarily reached out for that itch of power and possibility, the wild tangle of transdimensional multisensory perception and found only the walls of my own psyche. What happened? I thought, with growing suspicion. Where had they gone?

As county roads turned to back roads and we passed the vine covered “Marshlands State Park” sign, the trees in the landscape seemed to stretch up and yawn in the breeze. I felt small among this ancient, imperceptible community, had the feeling of a convening that I had once been privy to but was no longer. I had a brief impression of a figure strolling through the forest, towering over us as they stretched with them, like an overexposure or an afterimage. Here and then gone.

The episode was wrapping up as the van turned off the small forest road onto a poorly maintained gravel path that led to a patch of dirt currently occupied by a shiny new park ranger truck. Armand pulled up next to it as Lee and I scanned the area for our collaborators, seeing only a path through the trees that led down to an expanse of shallow water. As I stepped out of the van, a shiver went down my spine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been there before. Not just in this landscape, but this exact point in space and time.

“What’s up?” asked Lee, as he emerged and let his hand briefly scratch my lower back.

“Nothing,” I answered. “Just…deja vu.”

“Happens out here a lot,” came a voice from nowhere.

It felt like I had perceived Blake speaking before registering him as a physical presence making sound. I turned to see him walking up toward us and couldn’t look away. He looked…big. Not just bigger since the last time we met, which for some reason didn’t come as a surprise. The hems of his sleeves fraying at the edges against his biceps, the small tears along the sides of his quads, his shirt fully unbuttoned to reveal a shelf of pectorals that seemed to fill any available space, the sides of his glutes visible from the front. That I had seen coming. 

But there was something else that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. He looked at me briefly as if picking up on the force of my attention, moved as if to say something, then quickly turned away, lips pursed in concentration as he continued to unload gear from the truck bed and waddle back down the path.

“He is getting bigger,” came another voice suddenly in our vicinity.

“How are you both so good at that?” asked Lee, turning to see Logan walking up. 

“I actually needed to talk to you about–”

“And what’s with the waders?”

“Oh. I, well–”

“Only thing that fits?” offered Armand with uncharacteristic sincerity.

“No, well yeah, well they’re–”

“Airboat,” I said, unaware of how I knew that beyond a crisp image in my head of the five of us gliding across the water. “Blake’s piloting an airboat.”

“I’m piloting a–yeah,” said Blake, emerging from the path. “Water’s still high, so the island is still an island.” He gazed off, staring intently at the cluster of trees in the distance as the rest of us began hauling stuff onto the Swamp Hag.

Under the roar of the propeller, we cruised over golden brown fields of late season wetland grasses, and there it was again. The feeling that this configuration of people, in this airboat, moving through this scene was a repetition with a slight difference. I had the sudden image of a massive eye on the landscape, energy crackling, something coming through. I looked up to see Blake behind and above us in the pilot seat, eyes locked intently ahead towards our destination, left hand nimbly controlling the rudder stick.

I couldn’t tell if it was just my imagination, but his pipe in his shorts seemed to creep slowly down his left leg, leaving dark spots of precum and even pulsing with an occasional lurch further and increase in girth. With his meaty quads looking ready to burst through his pants, he looked like, felt like, a concentration of size and weight. I let my mind wander, imagining what would happen if that prodigious bulge–

One side of his face scrunched in a grimace of concentration, his eyes briefly making contact with mine, a fleeting look of warning–or pleading–before returning to the task at hand.

As we landed on the island, Blake looked stressed, almost flighty, as he lifted the apparatus with the artifact with ease and started following the winding trail towards the center. I followed him along the vein of the iris of this landscape-scale eye as the others got their bearings. He was difficult to keep up with, his tree trunk thighs pumping powerfully as they moved around each other, his form giving the impression of an elephant about to clear a forest path.

“This site feels pretty weird, right?” I said, thinking of his earlier comment about deja vu.

He whipped around in surprise upon hearing my voice. Thrown off balance by the apparatus sitting on one shoulder, he grabbed one of the nearby trees and crushed half the trunk in his hand. He stammered for words as the unsuspecting cypress continued to crack, tipping away from the path and falling into the surrounding woods, leaving a gap of heavy silence.

“I, um, didn’t see you there…” he muttered, his eyes straining under droplets of sweat across his brow.

“Let’s deal with that later,” I said with a helpful smile as I heard the others catching up in the distance.

—

“This is where you found it?” asked Armand, eyes scanning the uncannily circular clearing. “It looks untouched.”

“It’s where it found us,” Blake quipped, his voice level. “And yeah, it just sort of appeared. Right there in the middle.”

That feeling again. I felt with ghostly certainty that I had been there. That I had never left. That I was standing here across an unknowable set of timeframes converging on this temporal point. Beneath that, I felt something deep and subsonic, something I hadn’t picked up on since I was an unsuspecting subject of one of Synt’s energetic outbursts. I could feel an energy seeping into local space, something crescendoing to some sort of threshold, before– 

I snapped back to reality. While Armand and Lee had set to work setting up a makeshift cleanroom, Blake had opened the apparatus to remove the artifact and move it to the center of the clearing, complex linework of lavender and gold forming and reforming across its surface. As he let his hands slip away, it remained stationary, rotating slowly in the air.

“Now that’s cool,” I said, walking up to it, entranced. Its motion was flawless, like it wasn’t so much moving of its own accord but the rest of the world was rotating around it. Like if I stopped it with my hand, the celestial motion of the solar system might gracefully fall apart. 

Blake, possibly with a similar idea, lifted a finger and brought it to the surface.

“Wait,” I warned, apprehensive but unclear as to exactly why. “Maybe don’t–” 

In a fraction of a second, the curls, diagrams, and fractals covering the sphere converged around Blake’s fingertip in a multicolored spiral and sent a jolt of electricity across the short distance.

“Are you okay?” I asked, as Blake winced, bracing his palms against his forehead.

“I…can’t…”

“Remember what we practiced,” said Logan, looking at him with intention.

“What do you mean what you practiced?” I asked.

Before he could answer, a pulse of iridescent energy shot out from the artifact, passing through us and stopping a few feet before the perimeter, forming a dome that resembled a giant soap bubble.

“Oh, hmm,” said Lee, lightly touching the whirls of energy a few feet in front of him as Armand scrambled to adjust their instrumentation. “It’s like a, um–”

“Forcefield,” I said with acute certainty. “It’s a forcefield. I’ve…seen this before. Where have I seen this before?”

“Take a wild guess,” Blake eked through what looked like a head-splitting migraine.

“We’ve been debating whether we should mention…” said Logan.

“Mention what?” I cut in. “And Blake, really, are you okay?”

“It’s Synt,” said Logan. “They took up residence in Blake’s head. I’ve been trying to guide him through it.”

Ah, fuck. Well that explains that.

“Ah, fuck. He’s not trained for this. Blake, you’re not trained for this.”

“I…realize…” muttered Blake, carefully delivering each word, “...that now.” He grimaced, doubling over in pain and intense concentration, actively trying to hold himself together, every vein and sinew along his over muscled body seeming to glow with ethereal light.

“You got this,” coached Logan, moving closer toward him. “Just breathe.” He reached out a hand to steady Blake as he stumbled again.

“No, wait!” I yelled, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

But it was too late. Logan caught Blake’s meaty forearm and was thrown into a full body spasm, every muscle pumping slowly with the power flooding into him. But there was one in particular that was thrown into hyperdrive, the bulge in his waders inflating to even wilder proportions, and showing no sign of slowing down. He managed to let go of Blake’s arm, gasping for breath through beads of sweat.

“You guys alright?” asked Lee. “Looks like it’s gettin’ pretty weird in there.”

“Really incredible readings, though,” added Armand. “You’ve gotta see this.”

“Maybe not the time, dude,” I said, more concerned about Logan’s exhausted whimpers. “You doing okay?”

“It’s not…” Logan looked at me in terror. “It’s not stopping. I–augghhh…” The straps of his waders finally gave up, snapping off his corded shoulders as the mass in his crotch continued to expand. He fell onto his butt, frantically peeling what was left of the fabric off, enjoying a moment of relief as the beast inside was finally freed, before his precum-smothered cockhead landed solidly on his face, covering his entire head and continuing to grow along the ground, before lifting itself, miraculously, into the air. His shaft was thicker than his waist and showed no signs of lessening as his mega dick began to approach at 90 degree angle, swaying gently as it continued to pulse and lurch with mass. 

With his legs pushed apart by his beach ball sized nuts, Logan was rendered immobile, powerless to do anything except lose himself in a deluge of orgasmic bliss, his face a contortion of pleasure and panic. As it touched the upper edge of the dome, it stopped, crackling against the force field, allowing Logan to briefly return to lucidity.

“This feels…unbelievable,” he whispered as I approached, hypnotized by the tower of cock before me. I could barely wrap my body around it, pushing myself into the intense heat of his flesh, quickly covered by the constant stream of precum gushing from the tip that was at least 15 feet in the air, pressed against the dome. Whatever I was doing, he seemed to be enjoying it, his breathing quickening as his massive balls contracted and his cock pulsed with additional girth, shoving my arms apart, patterns of fractal static appearing across the force field as his unbelievable trunk pushed angrily against it, cracks appearing and deepening in the framework as it finally pushed through, shattering the bubble into a multitude of iridescent shards.

And then–

—

“That you?” asked Lee.

The Mystery Machine. Lee lazily scrounging around in the bag of cheese puffs. The gas station attendant power walking away, bubble butt jiggling uncontrollably. Me sitting in the passenger seat, staring into space. And not using my entire body to jerk off the monolith of cock attached to Logan.

Ah, I thought, my face scrunching in annoyance. A time loop.

“We’ll assume yes,” he continued. “Looks–”

“Like he didn’t see that coming,” I finished. I looked at him standing in the car window, pausing in surprise with cheese puffs halfway to his mouth. “It’s a time loop.”

His eyes widened in thought for a weighty few seconds, twitching back and forth as if doing quick calculations in the air between us, brows furrowed in concentration.

“Well that’s fun,” Lee said, returning to nonchalant snacking. “How many iterations?”

“I think this is the third.”

“Oh that’s fine. Time loop protocol doesn't start until at least the fifth or sixth.”

“Well I don’t feel like waiting that long.”

“Waiting for what?” asked Armand, hopping back into the driver's seat. “By the way, is there a new style I’m not aware of or was that you’re handiwork with the station attendant? It’s less than professional is all I’m saying.”

“Dave’s stuck in a time loop,” said Lee.

“Of course,” groaned Armand, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Time loops are so much paperwork. How many iterations?”

“This is probably the third,” I offered. “At least the third.”

“Last update on time loop protocol says to wait until the sixth.”

“See that’s what I said,” Lee interjected, easing into the back seat, leaning his lanky self conspiratorially forward.

“And I don’t think we have time for that,” I retorted.

“Well technically we do,” said Armand, a helpful, oblivious smile as he started the car.

We cruised through the rolling landscape, discussing the same podcast (at this point, I was really coming around to spectral informatics). We pulled into the Marshlands. We greeted the pair of Blake and Logan who had a consistent, but slightly different dynamic of weird and antsy.

Protocol called for as few people as possible being informed of a potential time loop, even if both of them, Armand stressed, had been possessed–and were possibly currently possessed–by a cross-temporal trickster deity.

We take the airboat. We get to the island. We fall, somehow unsuspecting, into some wacky bullshit. And then–

—

“That you?”

I sighed into the mist of ass enhancing cheese dust kicked up by Lee’s questing fingers. “Fourth iteration.”

“Oh a time loop! The plot thickens.”

“Yes. And yes, that was my handiwork. And yes, the cheese puffs are causing more than the plot to thiccen.”

Lee paused in brief trepidation, then shrugged and grabbed one last handful before easing into the backseat. “What’s this one like? I don’t think time loop protocol starts until at least the fifth or sixth.”

“The sixth, according to Armand’s last memo.”

“You read Armand’s memos?” asked Lee, incredulous.

“No, he just–”

“You read my memos?” asked Armand, hopping into the driver's seat and taking a minute to nonchalantly wrestle with his bulge into a slightly more comfortable sitting position. 

“No, you mentioned it earlier. Earlier for me, meaning you haven’t actually mentioned it yet.”

“Dave’s in a time loop,” Lee offered. “Fourth iteration!”

Armand paused, his eyes shifting around the middle distance just passed the hood of the van, looking like he was very carefully piecing his next words together. “You know I really shouldn’t eat these,” he muttered, reaching into the bag of cheese puffs. 

The podcast. The Marshlands. The airboat. The clearing. The great watery eye in the landscape on the verge of winking at me in jest. The artifact, hovering.

“What could possibly happen this time?” I asked myself. “Maybe aliens touch down and retrieve their toy.”

“No, I don’t think that would happen again,” came a voice from just out of sight, but not out of earshot.

I turned my head slowly, making eye contact with the oh shit look painted across Logan’s face.

“What do you mean again?” I asked, eyes narrowing.

“Well, we were trying to tell you, or, debating whether to tell you yet,” he stammered, before catching himself. “Wait, what do you mean this time?”

We stared at each other, waiting to see who would break first.

“Tenth iteration,” he said.

“Fourth iter–tenth iteration?! You never thought to mention this?”

“I thought you weren’t supposed to tell anyone until like iteration twelve,” said Blake.

“Iteration twelve…” Armand seemed to deflate.

“No, no, they changed it,” said Lee.

“Does no one read my emails?” asked Armand, a vision of exasperation.

“Oh buddy,” said Lee, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Of course not.”

“You’ve been through this nine times?” I asked. “And every time, what, something weird and catastrophic happens?”

“And then we reset,” Logan confirmed.

“I’ve been thinking,” Armand mused, “maybe this whole ritual with the artifact is a strategy for Synt to fully enter this plane of existence, but maybe it fails every time, essentially short circuiting this local timestream and resetting it.”

“So Synt keeps breaking the rules and the game restarts?” said Lee.

“There are…rules?” asked Blake, heading tilted slightly in wonder.

“There are laws,” said Armand, “for this corner of multidimensional existence. There must also be for higher planes and more complex configurations. At least guidelines. Maybe some sort of natural adaptive system, or even a higher dimensional defense mechanism.”

“A higher dimensional defense mechanism,” I began, “that reins in the higher dimensional being that we can already barely fathom?”

“I mean…possibly?”

We sat in the soft moss for a while, contemplating our shared existence as specks of cosmic static. We bounced around half baked ideas and speculations about quantum field theory, supernatural entanglement, simulated realities, clockwork universes. We waited for some ridiculous happening to send us back to start over again. We debated why it was or wasn’t. 

“One time Dave turned into a giant and started throwing trees around,” Blake said, perking up with enthusiasm.

“Oh hell yeah,” said Lee. “Can’t believe we missed that one.”

“I think you died in that one, actually,” said Logan, with a quick, sympathetic smile.

“Oh dude, c’mon,” said Lee, turning towards me.

“I’ll buy you a beer when we get this figured out,” I said, throwing my hands up. “A whole round!”

The Sun moved to the tips of the trees along the western edge of the clearing. The sphere spun smoothly on its axis.

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[Meanwhile, at the gas station…]

Okay, sharp inhale, hold it, hold it…cinch your entire body inwards, and pull. I yanked up the waistband of my khakis, giving it a few jumps to get gravity on my side, and gasped in delight as my backup pants miraculously made it over my glutes. Not all the way, I turned to see them riding low in the back, but good enough to make it through the rest of my shift. They were my last pair, the others laying in tatters, strewn around in frustration. 

I still couldn’t believe that three of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen rolled into this little gas station in the middle of nowhere and I actually ripped my pants. And then the backup pair. And then the backup pair to the backup pair. They had fit just that morning. Not well, but well enough, considering the shelf I was dragging behind me. I didn’t think it had gotten that much bigger since the last time I had had everything adjusted. I had always been proud of my bubble butt, but it seemed like any weight I put on went to one place and one place only, and it was getting ridiculous. And expensive. I had just been joking when I mentioned the cheese puffs, but maybe I should cut back. At least I had this final pair, practically painted on to my backside, but stable so long as I made no sudden–

“Hey Kes!” I wheeled around to see what Zac wanted, grimacing as I realized far too late what I had done. The sound of seams ripping, the touch of cool air across my butt cheeks, the look of unbridled glee on Zac’s face.

“...Fuck,” I said, hanging my head in resignation. “What is it?”

“I was going to ask if you did inventory yet, but I see you got some bigger fish to fry.” The easy smile, the lean against the side of the doorframe. The bulge in his pants that I knew from personal experience was a 7” softie–and that I knew from personal experience was a serious grower. “Is that, like, a harness?”

Ugh. “It’s a, ah, support system,” I corrected, glancing back at the array of straps and elastic bands holding my round cheeks in place, now fully visible to Zac from the doorway. “I found it online, they’re made special for guys with unique, uh, proportions. Didn’t think I would need it, yet, but I had one on hand just in case.”

“Hmm,” his eyes settled closed as he nodded, putting on his active listening face. “So like a bra.”

“It’s not a…” I sighed, giving up mid sentence.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” his palms out in acquiescence. “You know I’m a big fan of your unique proportions.”

That was putting it lightly. Zac’s one of my oldest friends, a very endearing stoner type who always manages to stay cool as a summer breeze. He’s had a habit of bouncing from one scheme to another, the latest of which is this run down gas station he acquired a few years ago and has somehow managed to keep operational. He lets me pick up part time work in the offseason, and most days it’s just the two of us looking after things and managing the slow drip of business, allowing ample time for the benefits of our friendship. He had always been a big fan of my assets, and my now constant wardrobe struggles only worsened his enthusiasm.

“You know it’s hard for me to find pants that fit, let alone get alterations out here,” I said. “I almost asked one of the guys in that van just now before I had to run back in, you should’ve seen…” I trailed off, holding an invisible beach ball between my hands.

“You’re more than enough for me,” Zac said with a smirk. “I think there are still those stretchy purple shorts in the office, from back when we did the Incredible Hulk promotion.”

“Don’t remind me.” My cheeks blushed as I thought back to the comical sight of my ass stuffed into that spandex costume, going viral on social media.

“How ‘bout you stay behind the counter and I’ll handle the pumps. You only have to be presentable from the waist up,” he added with a wink.

��Deal,” I said, my eyes lingering for a few seconds as he meandered off.

The stretchy purple shorts–with tattered fringes and cosmetic tears, of course–weren’t exactly my style, but they were at least comfortable. And chances of catastrophic failure were minimal with me perched on the stool behind the counter, ringing up the occasional customer and flirtatiously shooting the shit with Zac as the hours ticked by.

It was a normal enough day, but I couldn’t get my mind off that trio who came through earlier. I could feel, I don’t know, an energy about them, like the air around them was shimmering but not in a way you could see, if that makes sense. I guess it doesn’t. I would’ve written it off as the usual weirdness out in the boonies, but it lingered all day. Felt deeper and deeper. Like a presence had stayed behind after they left, some sort of gravitational pull hovering in the back of my mind, making my skin tingle and my hips flex with the feeling of phantom touches. Like a cosmic pressure growing. The opaque, dream-like impression of a trickster smile.

Not that I much cared. I grew up around these parts, there’s all manner of haints and spirits and cryptids, or whatever you want to call ‘em. You learn to deal. Pay attention to the hot/cold patchiness in the woods, watch out for fairy circles in suspiciously quiet clearings, don’t stare too long at the crotches of trees that look too much like doorways. Not that I had a habit of putting my nose where it didn’t belong, but I paid attention to the stories and had done plenty of reading of my own. I knew enough to know that sometimes a being that may or may not be of this world decides to spend some time with you, and sometimes that being may or may not want to have some fun with the fabric of our mundane everyday reality. Didn’t mean you had to take ‘em all that serious.

Pretty sure the park rangers out in the Marshlands get paid to deal with that kind of stuff. Seems like a fun job. Apparently you just have to take some classes at the university. I’d been considering it off and on but maybe this is some kind of sign. In the meantime I thought maybe I was craving some quality time with Zac that evening. I couldn’t quite explain it, but I had a sneaking suspicion that maybe his seven inch softie was looking more like eight.

I had the impression of tectonic plates in the back of my mind moving in agreement.

[fox-buried-in-maple-leaves]

A horror themed ask game

Scream - Your character's favourite genre and film? Is there a specific reason for this? Or does it just fit their character?

A Nightmare On Elm Street - Describe or write a drabble about your oc's most memorable or reoccurring dream. Is there a meaning behind it?

Friday the 13th - What's your oc's favourite summer activity? Why? How does it differ from your oc's favourite summer activity as a child?

Halloween - Does your oc like Halloween? What about their feelings on any associated holidays? Samhain, Ghost Festival, Fireworks Night to list a few. 

Saw - What 5 things would you use to trap your oc? Silly cartoon style or more seriously. What would someone need to lure your oc into a trap?

The Collector - Does your oc collect anything? How do they feel about their collection or the collection of others? Why?

The Purge - Would your oc participate in a Purge like night? Are they murdering or are they just chilling? And if they wouldn't participate, how would they defend themself?

The Babadook - How does your character process their grief? Quiet? Loud? Do they distract themself or stew in it? Is there any specific reason why they process grief like that?

The Cabin In The Woods - Describe an item your oc would be inexplicably drawn to. Why? What compels them to that item?

Hush - Your oc is trapped in a house being hunted by an eager killer. Quick! What weapon do they grab? What's their first plan of attack?

Paranormal Activity - Does your oc believe in ghosts? What about other superstitions? Is there a reason for the superstitions they do or don't believe in?

It - Describe the scariest thing or person your oc could face. Is this the root of their fear or an irrational phobia? 

The Omen - Describe your oc's childhood friend. What were they like? Why were they drawn to each other? And are they still friends? If not, why?

Misery - Your oc is snowed in. What do they get up to? Can they even handle cold weather?

The Ring - How does your oc feel about the ocean? Is it calming? Or scary? What's their favourite or least favourite part?

The Shining - What is your oc's dream vacation destination? Describe where they'd like to stay, not necessarily the place but the lodgings. Why are they drawn there?

Carrie - Did your oc attend prom? If they didn't, why? If they did, who did they go with? How did they dress? 

Black Christmas - The phone is ringing. Does your oc answer it? Do they wait for a specific ring? Do they ignore it? If they do answer, how? 

Texas Chain Saw Massacre - Road trip time! Who are they going with? Your oc's preferred road trip position(map, driver, snack distributor, dj, ect)? Obligatory, what is their gas station snack/drink?

Orphan - What scared your oc most as a child? Was this fear rational or irrational? How does it compare to your oc as an adult?

[thewritingsofamadwomen]

I Hope You Don't Mind

                              

Mia Walker didn't know what was the next step in her life but it for sure wasn't any of this. Her complete life plan was changed around with a simple sorry and yet somehow she didn't find herself minding all that much. Well too much anyways. Paul Lahote X OFC

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Chapter 7: Secrets out

Mia sat down on the porch in front of everyone as the group pulled up chairs around her waiting for her to speak. Her hands twisting in her lap while she watched everyone get settled. Alex was still missing and Brady, Celeb and Colin were out as wolves checking the perimeter but everyone else seemed to be there waiting for her to tell her story. The idea was so strange to her, that the people she had been hanging out with for weeks just magically turned into wolves. Or some sort of genetic thing but Mia liked the idea of magic instead.

“Why don’t you explain now that we are all here.” Sam directed towards her; his arms crossed while his face remained calm. Paul reached over and held her hand while he stared at her also, everyone else’s attention turned solely on her. Her nerves were getting the better of her but at least Paul helped and wasn’t pulling away yet.

“The reason you guys have…smelt me? Or the vampire on me because Callie is a vampire. And she came to visit yesterday.” Mia started giving them some time to accept that information, Paul’s hand twitched in hers like he wanted to pull away from her but luckily he didn’t.

“We lived in a small town in New York before I came here. And there was a venue for parties and one of our friends had their sweet sixteen there. When it was over and Callie mom was running late, we told her we would met her at the gas station down the road. The town was super safe, Callie used to walk around all the time and never had any issues till then. We got a snack and sat over by some picnic tables and were waiting when this guy showed up. He was.. creepy. I was closest to him and Callie grabbed me and pushed me behind her and he for some reason became amused by her doing that. He was talking about wanting her to join him and of course we didn’t know what that meant at the time.” Paul’s hand tightened his grip on her hand, squeezing it a little too tightly as the rest of the group let out small gasp but remained silent to listen to her story.

“He moved so fast.. the next second she was on the ground screaming. I.. I didn’t know what was happening and then he was just gone. And then I saw her mom and she just stopped acting like she was in pain. So I thought she was fine but when we got back to her house… She didn’t want her mom to know what had happened and nothing seemed wrong, so I just went with it. I thought everything was okay.” Mia could remember how scared she was, she spent the day wondering if she should tell Callie’s mom but she begged her not to. She knew that something was going on with Callie the next day she stayed in bed, barely moving. But she wasn’t screaming and Mia wondered if maybe she had just made the man up or it was just some dream. Maybe Callie was just sick. Anything to try explain the strangeness they went though.

“Callie changed. She got prettier and colder. After the weekend was up she finally opened her eyes and they were this bright red like the mans. I don’t know what happened but she moved fast when she threw me against the wall, she went to bite me. I know that now the smelled my blood and I think she realized what she was going to do.  So she stopped and just flung herself back onto the bed and sat there for half an hour. When she opened her eyes, she was so terrified. We didn’t know what was going on and she didn’t try to bite me again so we let it go? We went out that day and tried to find the man, Callie didn’t want to me to go with her but I wasn’t leaving her alone. And as you guys know.. Callie glittered in the sunlight so we had to wait till night but we found him. He looked so… proud. He said what a good job he did. He explained everything and said that they could share me.” Mia shuttered at the memory; Paul’s hand tightened around hers as he glared at the nonexistent man. Quickly kissing his knuckles as she gave him a small smile to let him know it was okay. It was the most comfort she could give him when trying to finish the story without freaking out.

“She pulled us away after he said that and it confused him. He explained how she shouldn’t have been able to stand near me. He expected her to kill me as her first meal. He went to attack and she… Well she ripped him apart. Turns out they don’t die that way. After she ripped him apart we buried the pieces. Well she did but still. We thought it was fine and just kinda freaked out together. Two days later I was getting ready to go home and he appeared at her living room window fully intact. They fought again and part of him fell into the fireplace. So after she finished him off, we got all the pieces and burned him.” Mia told them, that was a memory she could never forget. Callie looked like she was sobbing but no tears would come out, her body shook while they tried to put the house back together, luckily most of the fighting was done in the backyard. Once everything was done Callie and Mia just sat on the living room couch both crying until her mom came to pick her up a blamed it on some movie they watched.

 “That’s why I said she wasn’t a threat because we realized little bit later that she could get rid of senses. It was what she did when she went to attack me. She has been able to redo it since, every couples month she has to but it last longer now. She makes sure the desire doesn’t ever come back and just drinks rejected blood.”

Mia stared at everyone when she finished her story, waiting for someone to respond but they all seemed to be thinking it over everything she had told them. She knew it had to be a lot to take in, sure supernatural was normal to them but from this random person dating their friend she doubted anyone would expect that. Specially from what Callie and Mia found out they weren’t very common. What were the chances.

“Why doesn’t she smell like the others? You can tell you were around one but it’s off. Normal ones smell sweet and burns our nose. She’s just a mild inconvenience type of way.” Jared said leaning forward on his knees while he stared at her.

“I don’t know. I never heard anything about the smell and I don’t notice it.” Mia said shrugging, Callie smelled the same as anyone else she didn’t notice any difference. She didn’t even think there was a change between human Callie and vampire Callie.

“I would like to meet her then. See how well this resist to blood is. But we don’t usually allow vampires onto our land.” Sam spoke up towards her unsure how to go about this new information.

“Oh! She would love to meet you.” Mia chuckled. She could imagine Callie excitement meeting actually werewolves, lots of dog jokes. “I was in a car accident after she changed and there was a lot of blood. Callie was the one that found me and she was fine. Pulled me out and saved me. And she wears contacts now. They are brown which is odd but they hide the red well. She’s really not a threat but if needed I can move out of your area. From the stories you guys don’t get along.” Mia told them, biting her lower lip while she looked around. She didn’t want to leave all of them but she was friends with Callie and one of the last remaining two friends she had from before. She couldn’t just leave her.

“You are not moving further away already. We have so little time left with you around here as it is.” Paul said rolling his eyes unsure how he felt about everything but he knew that she couldn’t just leave. They would have to make something work without losing her.

“You normally would be the one fighting to get her away from them and all of sudden you are okay with it?” Quil turned to Paul. Paul let out a sort of growl as he glared at the younger boy.

“If she trusts her, I give her some trust. Sam will check her out and so will I.” Paul growled out towards him. Mia eyes widened slightly at the dark tone of his voice; she had never heard Paul sound so scary.

“I’m just saying. You hated vampires more than most of us and now you are just all okay with a random one. You barely tolerated the Cullens.” Quil pointed out, his arms crossed while he stared at Paul. Mia didn’t know who the Cullens were but something must have happened with them, she would have to ask about it later.

“Times have changed. And I’m not just for it. I don’t have much control over it and if Mia telling the truth then she isn’t a danger. Even less then the Cullens and you got along with them just fine.” Paul said rolling his eyes.  

Mia shook her head at them trying to defuse the tension. “You know nothing you will say will change my mind but you guys have the right to decide obviously.”

The group were still giving her mixed reactions, some chuckled and others were glaring at her. It was making her uncomfortable. She didn’t want the group to be mad at her but she also didn’t want to lose Callie over this. She sort of already planned around Paul in her life and she didn’t really think it would all fall apart so soon.

“Are we done?” Paul questioned, looking at Sam for an answer. Sam nodded his head saying for now. Paul got up and his hand still wrapped around hers pulled her up with Mia following him through the path that led to the beach. Neither said anything to each other while Mia focused on the uneven ground, with Paul helping her out. When they got to the beach it was empty. It was still too early in the morning and it looked like it was going to rain for people to show up. The sky was covered in dark gray clouds, through the hoodie she felt the breeze cause a shiver through her.

“If it wasn’t for me, back then you would be on the side to kill her?” Mia spoke up first keeping her eyes on her feet unable to look up at him unsure how she felt about it.

“Yeah, I would have been.” Paul told her honestly.

“Why would you be on my side now?” Mia wondered, if he believed in it then why would he change his mind now just for her.

“Because I’m falling in love with you. And you don’t seem like you would risk your life for someone that’s dangerous. I can’t promise I’ll agree completely but I can give it a shot for you at the least.”

“And if that puts you at odds with your family though… I don’t want to be the cause of that.” Mia expressed shaking her head, Paul had such a wonderful life with everyone around him. She wished she could have what he had, sure she had Callie and some other friends and family but most were conditional.  Paul didn’t have that. They all loved each other and would stand by each other if needed. She couldn’t come between that.

“You won’t be. They’ll understand where I’m coming from.”

“How?” Mia questioned raising an eyebrow at him but Paul looked uncomfortable at the question.  Paul stopped walking a little further up and sat down on a large piece of driftwood. Running his hand through his hair, shaking his head while he looked up at Mia.

“Theres something else. It’s part of the wolf thing, I didn’t think I would have to tell you so soon but I feel like you need to know.” Paul told her sighing as watched the waves crash over the shoreline. Mia looked at him quizzly but stayed silent while she waited for him to find the words to explain whatever he needed to.

“Theres this thing.. After you turn, it supposed to be rare but were not so sure about that. It happens way too much. But when you meet a person and they are basically your soulmate, the wolves have a way to just let you know. But it becomes more than that. It’s a love at first but so much more. Your whole live changes, the universe doesn’t hold you to it but the person does. Being whoever your person needs is who you become. We call it imprinting.” Paul explained to Mia.

Mia stood in silence, her eyes watching the waves soak the sand while her eyes burned. She knew it was too good to be true. She knew Paul was too good be true. “You are forced to want to be with me.” Mia spoke up after a bit her voice cracking while she tried to push back the tears. “It’s not you it’s just some sort of magic or science or whatever.”

“No!” Paul yelled jumping from up from the log, taking Mia face in his hands gently forcing her to look up at him. His thumbs wiping away the tears that slipped down her face. “No.” He said more calmly. “It points us in the right direction. Life is messy and it’s so easy to just let people slip out of it, it’s just a helpful thing to direct you. I think if I wasn’t a wolf and I met you, we would connect, of course, but it wouldn’t be the same. You would travel back to New York and I would be here. Never giving us a chance to figure out how much we care for each other but it just stopped that. Just a jump start at a connection.” Paul tried to explain to her how he saw the imprinting, he was never sure if he wanted to imprint it was a mixed thing. No one seemed unhappy being imprinted but he was happy that it made it so Mia stayed with him instead of going home so fast. He would never know how much he cared for her.

“So the feelings.. they are real?” Mia asked softly trying to stop the tears.

“Yes, yes very real. It’s not like our relationship is going to be perfect and nothing goes wrong. We’ll fight and get on each other nerves. I will defiantly get on yours all the time. And I didn’t love you right away that just comes with knowing what an amazing person you are.”

“But they said how you changed? I don’t want to change you or for you to be less... you just because of me.”

“Didn’t you change while growing up? If we had met a few years ago, I don’t think anything you could have said would have changed my mind. But we have been through some things, I can explain some another time but I’m not the angry hot head that I once was.. well as much.” Paul smirked at her.  “Not everything is the same and the world isn’t good guys and bad guys. I would rather have no vampires that is pretty much true but some are decent. And you said she doesn’t have the desire to kill which is also a huge help. I’m not saying I’m completely cool with it but I can’t control you.” Paul said taking her hands in his pulling her close to him as Mia still looked worryingly into his eyes.

“I’m here because I want too. If this is too much and you want to leave, I understand that too.” Paul told her wanting to make sure she had an out. But Mia didn’t need one, the world of magic was nothing new to her and what was one more magical creature in her life. Wasn’t it a reader’s dream to fall into the world in the books you read. And here she was living in that world. Vampires and werewolves and falling for a man who loves her and living out all her dreams. Mia had a hard time being anything but happy right now.

Reaching up she placed both hands on the side of Paul’s face pulling him towards her to kiss him, she could feel the physical release of Paul’s body when she did as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Mia didn’t know how long they stood on the beach but the cold raindrops cut them off. Wrapping her hand into Paul’s as they ran back to Sam’s and Emily’s house to try getting out of the rain.

But when they showed up they were soaked, their clothes dripping over the covered porch as they laughed looking at each other.  Mia opened up the front door but made sure to stay outside not wanting to soak Emily’s floors. Quil, Sam and Embry were sitting at the small dining room table talking over what Mia told them. She was embarrassed but she figured she would be a topic of conversation for a little bit at least.

“Erm.. Can I have my keys? I would get it but bit wet.” Mia said gesturing to her dripping clothes.

Quil got up from his spot to hand her the keys from where she had left on the counter closet to him.

“I want to say sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.” Quil told her and looking over her shoulder at Paul mainly but gave her a small embarrassed smile.

“Don’t worry about it. I get it.” Paul said forgiving him already, he understood where Quil was coming from, even if it pissed him off when he said it Quil was only pointing it out.

Quill face broke out in a huge smile, removing any sort of tension left behind. “So I take it you guys are good? No freak out?” He asked looking back at Mia who just shook her head at Quil.

“Not today.”

“Good. Paul would not be fun if you did. Though you did have a cheat to the freaky.”

“Don’t make me regret forgiving you.” Paul growled in a joking tone at him, Mia just rolled her eyes at the two of them.

“Well I’m going to the hotel to get dry clothes since day plans changed. Paul wanna come watch a movie? I think I have your bag in my car with clothes in it too.” Mia said turning back to Paul slightly shivering as a gust a wind blew across the yard. She needed to get out of these clothes before she ended up sick.

“Sounds great. Bye guys!” Paul yelled slightly into the house but Paul and Mia ran towards her car in the rain trying to climb in as fast as possible before they answered back. Mia quickly turned the car on and blasted the heat causing Paul to groan but still sat close to Mia to warm her up.

Mia was quiet on the way to the hotel, just going over everything Paul had told her today. It wasn’t everyday your boyfriend tells you he can turn into a giant wolf and all of his friends do too. Mia wondered what other creatures were actually real and people just didn’t know about them.

“Are you really okay with it?” Paul questioned nervous when they pulled into the parking lot, Mia was able to look at him giving him a small comforting smile.

“I have a vampire best friend. Who only by chance doesn’t kill. This is nothing. You are simply more special now. Now let’s get soaked again. Don’t forget your bag!” She called out before flinging open the door and quickly running to her hotel door with Paul trailing after her.

Paul quickly ran to the bathroom when they entered as Mia stayed in the main room to get out of the clothes. Once she was dressed in a pair of leggings and a hoodie Paul brought over last time he was here for a movie night, which she was pretty sure he brought over for her to keep since he never seemed to need it… which was probably a wolf thing now that she thought about it. But she made her way over to the closed bathroom door giving it a small knock.

“All clear!” She called out to him giving him a grin when Paul made his way out of the bathroom in a pair of shorts and a tank top. Mia jumped on the bed as Paul curled up next to her, causally throwing his arm over her shoulder and kissing her temple.

Flicking through Netflix to find some sort of movie to watch, when Mia grinned at Paul and turned on the Teen Wolf movie. Paul just groaned at her and pulled her back against himself giving her a grin. “Sooo what are wolf things? Clearly turning into wolves and super smell.” Mia questioned him not really paying attention to the movie.

“We are fast. Faster than blood suckers. Sorry” Paul said at Mia wince at the word. “Vampires. We have really good hearing and eyesight. We stop aging while we are changing. So when we first start the process we age to where we are now and just kind of hit pause for a while.”

“You don’t age?! Why does no one in my life age but me! I mean sure I don’t want to be a teen forever but jez.” Mia said rolling her eyes at another person in her life just frozen in time, she almost felt bad for them unable to fully live a life normally.

“I’m sorry.” Paul said laughing. “I will age with you. I just need to stop becoming a wolf and I’m not sure I’m ready for that yet.”

“Understandable. So this super warm thing, werewolf?” Mia said running her hand down Paul’s arm feeling the heat radiate off of him.

“Yupp.” Paul confirmed intertwining their hands together and kissing her knuckles softly. “I don’t understand that part. It’s just a thing that happens.”

“Odd. What else?”  Mia questioned, looking up at Paul wanting to know everything about him. Mia was fascinated just as she was when they figured out Callie was a vampire. The two spent hours researching and testing the limits of what Callie could do.

“We heal faster, skin is tougher both to fight vampires. Oh! When we are in wolf form we can hear each other’s thoughts. Every little one, even the ones we don’t want to.”  Paull added on like it was no big deal.

Mia raised an eyebrow at the idea of someone in her head, she would hate everyone hearing the strange thoughts that pop in but it would explain why everyone is so close. They had no choice but to be. It was a good thing they all got along or it seems like it would be awful thing to deal with.

“Sounds..I dunno. I’m not sure I would like that.” Mia told him.

“It has good and bad. You learn to somewhat control your thoughts. Kind of embarrassing when you are remembering kissing a pretty girl and everyone sees it.” Paul chuckled shaking his head.

“How many pretty girls did you kiss before?” Mia asked teasingly.

“Hmmm none as pretty as you precious. And I rather not share my memories of you to them. I want to keep them and you all to myself.” Paul said running his large hand up her arm and placed a hand on her cheek tilting her face up so he could kiss her. Mia rolled her eyes at the response but gladly reacted to Paul.

Mia smiled into the kiss pulling her body close to his as possible, Paul’s hand gripping her sides as she deepened the kiss, throwing her leg over Paul’s so she could straddle him. She could feel Paul’s heat surround her as his mouth moved down to Mia’s neck as she let out a soft moan. They found themselves in this position quite a bit in the last couple weeks but something seemed different. Maybe it was because there were no more secrets between them or maybe it was just the act of getting to know Paul but she wanted more. She wanted him. Taking a deep breath, she pulled back from Paul slightly, grabbing the of the bottom of the hoodie she pulled it off her feeling the cold air against her skin.

Smiling as Paul’s eyes roamed over her body, taking encouragement from it she leaned back forward to kiss him once again, his hands running up her back playing with the back of her bra.

“Go ahead.” She whispered, feeling her cheeks turn a bright shade of red but tried to appear confident. Yes, she was sure she wanted Paul but it didn’t help her awkwardness or shyness any. But Paul loved her and she loved him, she just needed to focus on that and maybe his lips trailing across her chest. It was a good distraction to get out of her own head.

“You sure you want to?” Paul asked seriously, pausing his movement to make sure Mia was fully looking at him and paying attention.

“I’m sure.” Mia confirmed, giving him a smile letting Paul take over control.

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[whole-circus]

Fluff || Night ride with Jeff x gn.reader!

➥ Just you and Jeff on midnight trip, being silly and in love! It was better in my head - just as everything else :pp Dont eat me for some mistakes, english is not my first language! >:3

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☆ You and Jeff giggling and shushing eachother, as you go out of the home to your car. Its literally the middle of the night, but you both dont care. What matter right now is having fun.

With that thought Jeff seats behind the wheel, you right next to him on passagner seat. As you both laugh at silly things and tease eachother, he starts driving. Nice music with equally nice company, what else do you need? With your pretty boyfriend just next to you, his soft hand ony our thigh and warm breeze that comes through open windows? You couldnt ask for more, gosh - this moment is so incredibly joyfull..it haves something in it, that makes your heart warm from all this love you feel! He drives to gas station, just so you could got some snacks. After some walking around the market, you leave it with two slurpies. In the same good and playful mood, you seat in the car next to your lover and enjoy your sweet drink. With small hugs and kisses, interwoven with your giggles, you feel like its time to go. Your tongues now being in the mixed colours of your slurpies!<3

Finally, you arrive at nice spot without people, the sky being full with stars. With this pretty sight you decide to seat on the top of the car. As you do so, you are holding hands and laying down on the cold roof.

Looking at the stars and moon, you whisper in awe „The view..it looks so beautiful, Jeff..”. Almost immediately you hear Jeff's voice :„It is..so pretty..the best view I could have ever dreamed of..” His eyes are on you, the whole time. Why look at the sky, if you are more beautiful than moon and stars? More beautiful than anything in this world..? Jeff would never said that out loud, his pride wouldn't let him, but his lovesick gaze says it all.

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[justatallstick]

oh my god ok this is my first time posting my writing but only because i was vaguely entertained by it

here's my literally not even concealed sandman fanfiction i wrote for a college writing mini-portfolio (it was written last second and i didn't have any other ideas)

He - or, it? Appears to me sometimes in the shadows of corners past 10:50 pm. After the first initial scare (it likes to appear as mostly an outline of a person with glowing eyes) its subsequent short visits still leave me feeling something that can’t be put into words. It’s the feeling that you get when you know you’re next to something that is older than the species that are alive today.

It’s not a feeling of terror, though, something deep within my mind tells me I shouldn't be scared. The feeling is more like a vaguely familiar one, like I’d somehow met it before in a past life, or unconsciously, like in dreams. I ask it questions when I can, and sometimes it responds. 

“Who are you?”

“Humanity asks that question often. They should recognize that they made me, I am a part of all of you.”

Its voice gives me the feeling of listening to a song that was sung by the people at the beginning of recorded time. 

“Why do you visit me like this?” I implore.

“I visit all of my subjects, for it is my sacred duty.”

“Well- what - what does that mean?” 

It leaves in a way that sinks into the inky shadows, and I’m frustrated at this point. I am always left with more questions than answers with this, this thing. I know it’s not a person, it’s more than that. So why does it keep bothering me?

I was out late, trying to avoid another interaction with the ‘entity’. I was just getting more and more confused, and got myself all wound up. I drove to the local lake, and watched its small but steady waves lap the shore. I watched the navy blue of the water's surface reflect white in the moonlight and breathed. I sighed, and got up, heading back to my car. I noticed that I accidentally left the sunroof open, damnit. I hope that not too many bugs or perhaps moths got into it. I get in and slot the keys into the ignition, turning on the car, and shut the sunroof. I exhale as there appears to be no bugs I can visually see. I slowly start to turn out of the gravel lot when all of a sudden - 

“Hey do you happen to, by any chance, have any Nature Valley bars?” A man’s voice suddenly inquires from behind my shoulder from the dark of the car. 

“WHAT-” I flung open the side door and, subsequently, myself out of the car.

“Ohmygod- oh my god - I’m going to be killed out here and nobody is going to know-” 

“Dude, relax,” The voice from within the car says to me.

Just as I’m grasping for the biggest rock I could find in the darkness and holding it tight in my fist, ready to bash someone's head in, the owner of the voice steps - well, hops - forward to the driver's seat. 

“You’re a CROW?” 

“Raven, actually. And I was being serious about those Nature Valley bars.”

What the actual hell is going on. I’m thinking to myself. Did that gas station sandwich intoxicate me somehow? Am I dreaming?

I barely have time to widen my eyes when the voice I’m familiar with is speaking behind me.

“No, unfortunately, you’re not.”

I jumped to my feet, nerves on the fray, and rushed a couple of feet back.

“What the hell is going on here?” Is the only thing I can muster to say. That raven talked to me? And now the ‘entity’ is here?

“Oh, hi boss. Sorry about that, I just really wanted a snack, and humans usually got somethin’ in their cars.”

“Boss?” I repeat.

The raven sighs. 

“Evidently.”

I stand there.

“I just kinda.. Showed up to his doorstep one day.”

“Matthew-” 

The raven's name was Matthew? I wonder to myself.

“What have I told you about meddling with the living world’s affairs, and with mine?”

“I could say the same to you,” the raven - Matthew - retorts. “Why are you always up here scaring these guys? You aren’t exactly the most . . personable guy.”

“I will not put up with this insolence.”

Next thing I knew the ‘entity’ dispersed into what appeared to be sand in some kind of attempt to leave the situation. Some of it gets in my face and I sneeze. 

“That was totally unnecessary!” Matthew squawks to the now empty space. 

After a beat, Mathew sighs and I can hear him grumble something like, “God, I am never gonna hear the end of it.” He then hops off my driver's seat and flies away into the black night.

[edith-is-a-cat]

MY CHILD HELLO <3

Fuzzy socks - What is something that made you smile today? Soft blanket - Did you drink and eat enough today? Strawberry milk - What is your favorite (hot) beverage? Cupcake - Do you have a comfort food? If so, what is it? Teddy bear - Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them! Tulip - What is your favorite flower? Warm milk - What is something that makes you feel comfortable? Vanilla - What is your favorite scent? Biscuit - Do you like to cook / to bake? Kitty paw - Do you have any pets?

Pillow - What are five (or more) things that make you happy? Puppy - What is something that you like about yourself? Pastel - What is your favorite color? Slipper - What is your favorite clothes? Soft fur - How are you feeling right now? Popcorn - Do you prefer movies or shows? Blush - What is your favorite season and why? Sparkle - What are some of your wishes? Pajamas - Are you an early bird or do you rather sleep in? Cream puff - What was the last thing you ate and did you like it? Meow - Share a random fact about yourself, please Warmth - Do you like to cuddle? Cozy - How many pillows do you have in your bed? Glitter - What color are your eyes? Cinnamon - What are some about your hobbies? Unicorn - Do you believe in magic? Butterfly - If you could live anywhere you like, what would you choose? Bonbon - Do you rather like sweet or salty snacks?

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO YES YESY YIPEE HIII ahem

Fuzzysocks- What is something that made you smile today?

My irl requesting to paint my nails next weekend :)

Soft blanket- Did you drink and eat enough today?

no,,,,,,,, i don't like eating or drinking at my dad's but i did have potato casserole for breakfast so there is something in me!!!! We are also supposed to get pizza I think?

Strawberry milk - What is your favorite (hot) beverage?

loose leaf tea, coffee, literally if its a hot im happy

Cupcake- Do you have a comfort food? If so, what is it?

brisket,,, its always the best meal when we make it and it leads to nachos the next day with the leftovers

Teddy bear- Do you own any plushies? Please tell me about them!

I have 5 on my bed: Teddy, Eeveelyn, Levi, Jerry, and most recently Len Also here is a little introduction of them if you are curious! Teddy - The teddy bear that I have had since birth!! in pretty good shape!! Eeveelyn - my first or second birthday build-a-bear (a tradition from bdad) and is strawberry scented, and if you already guessed yes it's and eevee plush :) Levi - build-a-bear sylveon, named after Leviathian from obey me I got it in Oregon! Jerry - big ass teddy bear, like cannonically Grim's size, named after Jerry from Tales from the Gas Station! Len - another birthday build-a-bear (My Melody specfically)! Named after Len Kagamine, and matches with the Kuromi my irl got (theirs is Rin :)) The build-a-bear I got when my irl bit me in a build-a-bear

Tulip -What is your favorite flower?

Foxgloves!

Bunny - When was the last time you saw a wild animal and what was it?

Road runner while i was in the car

Fluffy cloud-Do you think clouds are made of cotton candy?

no sadly :(

Warm milk- What is something that makes you feel comfortable?

a blanket over my shoulders makes me feel safer

Angel- What was your last dream about?

About being outed as queer and having to move and leaving my irl behind? probably more of a nightmare of trauma dream or something

Vanilla- What is your favorite scent?

Eucalyptus :)

Biscuit- Do you like to cook / to bake?

Yes!! especially when i have direction

Kitty paw- Do you have any pets?

Yes!! All chow chows + the cat we feed, their names are Buccee, Tinkerbell, Big Tex, and Elsa are the chows and Cinnamon Spice the Starving is the cat :)

Pillow- What are five (or more) things that make you happy?

Moots Irl Drawing Idia Bed

Puppy- What is something that you like about yourself?

My hair :)

Pastel-What is your favorite color?

Pink, sage green, gold, purple, what ever blue ignihdye blue is :3

Slipper- What is your favorite clothes?

THE SANS HOODIE BEST THING EVER

Cat nose- What color does your phone-case have?

Purple but covered in cinnamoroll stickers

Soft fur- How are you feeling right now?

Kinda upset and scared ngl

Chocolate milk-If you are comfortable with it, share your phone’s wallpaper

Animal crossing-What is the last video game you played?

Stardew Valley!

Sugar- How many siblings do you have?

The live ones 2 including dead ones 4

Popcorn- Do you prefer movies or shows?

I don't really have a preference!

Blush- What is your favorite season and why?

Fall! just i like when the days are shorter!

Sparkle- What are some of your wishes?

To own a home

Love- Are you in a relationship?

HA no! never have probably never will be? I maybe a hopeless romantic

Pajamas- Are you an early bird or do you rather sleep in?

SLEEP IN.

Cream puff- What was the last thing you ate and did you like it?

Pizza! just had some and yeah??

Meow- Share a random fact about yourself, please

I have four scars on my face!

Warmth- Do you like to cuddle?

I uhm??? idk last time i felt gross but it was enjoyable if I didnt feel like that!!!

Cozy- How many pillows do you have in your bed?

Three!!!!

Glitter- What color are your eyes?

either grey or green!

Cinnamon- What are some about your hobbies?

Art, sewing, and sometimes writing if i really feel up to it!!!

Unicorn- Do you believe in magic?

Just a little

Butterfly-If you could live anywhere you like, what would you choose?

ANYWHERE BUT THE U.S.!!! maybe Canada, Australia or somewhere in Europe

Princess-Do you prefer to wear skirts, dresses or pants?

SKIRST AND DRESSES AND SHORTS EVERYTHING BUT PANTS

Bonbon- Do you rather like sweet or salty snacks?

depends if i had something sweet or salty before that! then i switch to the opposite

[lazysailor]

37 Avery

The sun began to set on the ranch that he lived on, no, the ranch he and Ryder lived on. He can't remember how he was able to get his parents ranch, probably inherited it or something.

Their both having some small talk as he can hear the sound of the crops blowing in the wind, their dutch shepherd having a blast running around in the front yard, and the distant sound of cattle mooing.

This..This was the life Avery meant to live after he left the graveyard. No harvest camp, no prosthetic arm, him not having a massive scar across his face, not searching for Kayden..and him finally living with Ryder.

His dream was peaceful..

..Until Ryder said something else.

“Why did you have to stay whole?”

A surprised and concerned expression came over Avery's face.

“What.?”

“Why did you have to live?!” Ryder shouts.

The peaceful scene around them starts to turn chaotic as their dutch shepherd begins to bark, the clear sunset starts to get covered with gray storm clouds, and all the cattle they had all start loudly mooing.

“We could've lived like this, but you know that was almost impossible!” Ryder says.

“You were afraid of rejection and you got it!”

Avery could feel tears start to build up in his eyes, the worst thing about dreaming is that your mind knows your greatest fears.

“Now you're all alone now and you're searching for your best friend who could be anywhere in the world!” Ryder says to him.

The tears that built up in Avery's eyes were now flowing down his cheeks.

“I could've lived Avery!”

“I know.!” Avery says.

“We could've been together! But you never knew I wouldn't feel the same!” He tells him.

“Ryder-” Avery tries to say but gets cut off.

..

Avery opened his eyes and could feel dried tears on his cheeks. He could feel himself breathing heavily as he stared up at the ceiling. It was nighttime out and every few moments he could see the light of street lights or other cars passing by.

He wasn't on a ranch looking out into the sunset with Ryder. He was stuck in reality in the back of some randos car.

“Are you okay?” A voice asks.

Avery turns his head around and connects the voice to the guy who was letting him hitchhike.

He's quiet for a few moments thinking if he should tell the driver or not.

“..Yeah, I’m fine.” He tells him.

Ever since he had gotten out of the hospital he's been using a wide variety of transportation in order to try to find Kayden. A main way he has been traveling has been hitchhiking. It isn't the safest way to travel obviously, but it was either that or taking a bus or train.

People had been cautious to pick him up so it was rare to find a nice person that would give him a ride. An average person would probably get immediate red flags by looking at Avery due to his new appearance, having a big scar across your face and up to your forearm doesn't exactly scream friendly.

He could stick to walking around, which he had done, but it takes longer to walk on foot rather than using transport.

Avery felt tired, he wanted to go back to sleep..But what if he had that same nightmare again. He sat up and decided to look out onto the night, hopefully he would get closer to finding Kayden..

..

It was around early morning, the sun was up but barely anyone was out. He could've ended up in a small town or not everyone was in the mood to leave their house right now. The weather was a bit foggy and humid from the previous night's rain which felt oddly nice.

Avery approached a gas station, he was back to traveling on foot for a bit cause he needed some food and he had to go to the bathroom. Upon entering the gas station it only looked like the cashier was there but they seemed half awake, which was good. He had resorted to stealing food due to not having any cash on him and he would rather not dig in trash bins for food.

He walked down various isles to see what kind of snacks he should get. His eyes then saw a couple of chip brands he liked, he grabbed them and stuffed them in his jacket then zipped it up. As he was beginning to leave the gas station he heard a voice he never expected to hear again.

“Avery? That you?” The voice asks.

Avery turns around and sees the familiar old man who had saved him and Kayden long ago. It was Miles!

Miles seemed shocked by seeing him again, it was either due to his new appearance or that he probably never saw the people he housed again.

“Well whatcha doing here?” Miles asks him.

He hesitates to answer for a moment.

“..Just getting some snacks.” Avery tells him.

“I didn't expect ya to be here, I thought you would be long gone from here by now.” Miles says, “How about I get you some breakfast kid? You seem you need a good meal.”

Avery stood there quietly for a moment.

‘Should I really go get breakfast with him?’ He thought.

‘I mean he did save me and Kayden back then..’

‘..And it would be nice to have a proper meal.’

“Sure, that would be nice.” Avery answers.

..

Miles drove Avery up to a diner that was close to the gas station he was at. It seemed like a family owned diner and not like a franchise diner. The diner was quiet and barely anyone was in there at this time in the morning. Avery and Miles sat towards the back of the diner while he could smell various kinds of breakfast foods being cooked in the kitchen.

“So kid..What have you been up to lately?” Miles asks him.

“Well..uh..” Avery tries to answer but he can't think of anything good to answer.

Miles silently waited for him to answer.

Avery started to feel nervous, everything that has happened to him for the past couple of months is nothing good. He also didn't want to reveal too much to Miles, he took care of him and Kayden along with Ryder for a while. But he couldn't just tell him everything that had happened.

Miles seemed to notice he couldn't come up with an answer.

“Do you know how Ryder and Kayden are doing.?” He asks.

That question hit Avery hard.

‘Ryder, I can't tell him what happened to him.!’

‘Miles can't know he got unwound and worse than I confessed to him! How would he even feel about that.?!’

‘And I don't even know how Kaydens doing..She could be anywhere right now.!’

Avery was quiet as he panicked in his mind.

Miles seemed to finally know anything around Avery right now was a bad idea to ask about.

“How about we just talk about myself?” He asks.

Avery snaps out of his panicked thoughts when he asks that.

“Sure, that will be fine.” He says.

The waitress brought over some pancakes and coffee like she knew the old man's usual order and she brought two orders for both of them. Avery began to eat his food as he began to talk.

“Ever since you kids left my safe house, I knew it was time for me to retire.” He starts off, “The job was starting to get risky for me and that I should start focusing on my side job more.”

He took a sip of his coffee.

“So I started working on my ranch more because I knew my crops and cattle could last me for a long time.”

“Now at my age I just knew to focus on one thing instead of multiple.”

‘Focus on one thing.’ Avery thought.

‘That's like what I’m doing right now!’

“I’m also focusing on something right now.” He tells Miles.

Miles gives him a confused, but interested look.

“And what's that kid?” He asks.

‘I can tell him a bit about Kayden right now, well all I know.’ He thought.

“I'm trying to find Kayden right now, we were separated and I just want to find her again.” Avery tells him.

Miles' confused look turns to one of shock again.

“Are you crazy kid? Do you even know where she is?” He asks.

“No, but I know I can find her somehow eventually.” He says.

Miles lets out a quiet sigh.

“You two always seemed to stick by each other..” 

“Well good luck on finding her..She could be searching for you too.”

Avery quickly eats the rest of his pancakes before standing up.

“Thanks Miles for the food.” He says as begins to walk away.

He stops walking and turns towards him.

“I'll keep searching for her.” Avery tells him with a small grin.

Miles gives him a firm nod and a smile back.

He turns back around and leaves the diner back to his focusing on his goal.

‘I know I can find her, just getting slowly closer day by day.’