#scrape walmart

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How To Scrape Walmart for Product Information Using Python

In the ever-expanding world of e-commerce, Walmart is one of the largest retailers, offering a wide variety of products across numerous categories. If you're a data enthusiast, researcher, or business owner, you might find it useful to scrape Walmart for product information such as prices, product descriptions, and reviews. In this blog post, I'll guide you through the process of scraping Walmart's website using Python, covering the tools and libraries you'll need as well as the code to get started.

Why Scrape Walmart?

There are several reasons you might want to scrape Walmart's website:

Market research: Analyze competitor prices and product offerings.

Data analysis: Study trends in consumer preferences and purchasing habits.

Product monitoring: Track changes in product availability and prices over time.

Business insights: Understand what products are most popular and how they are being priced.

Tools and Libraries

To get started with scraping Walmart's website, you'll need the following tools and libraries:

Python: The primary programming language we'll use for this task.

Requests: A Python library for making HTTP requests.

BeautifulSoup: A Python library for parsing HTML and XML documents.

Pandas: A data manipulation library to organize and analyze the scraped data.

First, install the necessary libraries:

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pip install requests beautifulsoup4 pandas

How to Scrape Walmart

Let's dive into the process of scraping Walmart's website. We'll focus on scraping product information such as title, price, and description.

1. Import Libraries

First, import the necessary libraries:

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import requests from bs4 import BeautifulSoup import pandas as pd

2. Define the URL

You need to define the URL of the Walmart product page you want to scrape. For this example, we'll use a sample URL:

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url = "https://www.walmart.com/search/?query=laptop"

You can replace the URL with the one you want to scrape.

3. Send a Request and Parse the HTML

Next, send an HTTP GET request to the URL and parse the HTML content using BeautifulSoup:

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response = requests.get(url) soup = BeautifulSoup(response.text, "html.parser")

4. Extract Product Information

Now, let's extract the product information from the HTML content. We will focus on extracting product titles, prices, and descriptions.

Here's an example of how to do it:

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# Create lists to store the scraped data product_titles = [] product_prices = [] product_descriptions = [] # Find the product containers on the page products = soup.find_all("div", class_="search-result-gridview-item") # Loop through each product container and extract the data for product in products: # Extract the title title = product.find("a", class_="product-title-link").text.strip() product_titles.append(title) # Extract the price price = product.find("span", class_="price-main-block").find("span", class_="visuallyhidden").text.strip() product_prices.append(price) # Extract the description description = product.find("span", class_="price-characteristic").text.strip() if product.find("span", class_="price-characteristic") else "N/A" product_descriptions.append(description) # Create a DataFrame to store the data data = { "Product Title": product_titles, "Price": product_prices, "Description": product_descriptions } df = pd.DataFrame(data) # Display the DataFrame print(df)

In the code above, we loop through each product container and extract the title, price, and description of each product. The data is stored in lists and then converted into a Pandas DataFrame for easy data manipulation and analysis.

5. Save the Data

Finally, you can save the extracted data to a CSV file or any other desired format:

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df.to_csv("walmart_products.csv", index=False)

Conclusion

Scraping Walmart for product information can provide valuable insights for market research, data analysis, and more. By using Python libraries such as Requests, BeautifulSoup, and Pandas, you can extract data efficiently and save it for further analysis. Remember to use this information responsibly and abide by Walmart's terms of service and scraping policies.

[cult-of-dollbabies]

[cambrianera]

its still so fucked and surreal that im getting surgery in 10 days. so insane

[lensnure]

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[webscreen-scraping]

You can get a huge number of products on Walmart. It uses big data analytics for deciding its planning and strategies. Things like the Free-shipping day approach, are sult of data scraping as well as big data analytics, etc. against Amazon Prime have worked very well for Walmart. Getting the product features is a hard job to do and Walmart is doing wonderfully well in that. At Web Screen Scraping, we scrape data from Walmart for managing pricing practices using Walmart’s pricing scraping by our Walmart data scraper.

[bibleofficial]

so i’ve gone through 3g of distillate in 8 days -_-

[lightyaoigami]

☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ how to resume ⋆｡ﾟ☾｡⋆｡ ﾟ☁︎ ﾟ

after 10 years & 6 jobs in corporate america, i would like to share how to game the system. we all want the biggest payoff for the least amount of work, right?

know thine enemy: beating the robots

i see a lot of misinformation about how AI is used to scrape resumes. i can't speak for every company but most corporations use what is called applicant tracking software (ATS).

no respectable company is using chatgpt to sort applications. i don't know how you'd even write the prompt to get a consumer-facing product to do this. i guarantee that target, walmart, bank of america, whatever, they are all using B2B SaaS enterprise solutions. there is not one hiring manager plinking away at at a large language model.

ATS scans your resume in comparison to the job posting, parses which resumes contain key words, and presents the recruiter and/or hiring manager with resumes with a high "score." the goal of writing your resume is to get your "score" as high as possible.

but tumblr user lightyaoigami, how do i beat the robots?

great question, y/n. you will want to seek out an ATS resume checker. i have personally found success with jobscan, which is not free, but works extremely well. there is a free trial period, and other ATS scanners are in fact free. some of these tools are so sophisticated that they can actually help build your resume from scratch with your input. i wrote my own resume and used jobscan to compare it to the applications i was finishing.

do not use chatgpt to write your resume or cover letter. it is painfully obvious. here is a tutorial on how to use jobscan. for the zillionth time i do not work for jobscan nor am i a #jobscanpartner i am just a person who used this tool to land a job at a challenging time.

the resume checkers will tell you what words and/or phrases you need to shoehorn into your bullet points - i.e., if you are applying for a job that requires you to be a strong collaborator, the resume checker might suggest you include the phrase "cross-functional teams." you can easily re-word your bullets to include this with a little noodling.

don't i need a cover letter?

it depends on the job. after you have about 5 years of experience, i would say that they are largely unnecessary. while i was laid off, i applied to about 100 jobs in a three-month period (#blessed to have been hired quickly). i did not submit a cover letter for any of them, and i had a solid rate of phone screens/interviews after submission despite not having a cover letter. if you are absolutely required to write one, do not have chatgpt do it for you. use a guide from a human being who knows what they are talking about, like ask a manager or betterup.

but i don't even know where to start!

i know it's hard, but you have to have a bit of entrepreneurial spirit here. google duckduckgo is your friend. don't pull any bean soup what-about-me-isms. if you truly don't know where to start, look for an ATS-optimized resume template.

a word about neurodivergence and job applications

i, like many of you, am autistic. i am intimately familiar with how painful it is to expend limited energy on this demoralizing task only to have your "reward" be an equally, if not more so, demoralizing work experience. i don't have a lot of advice for this beyond craft your worksona like you're making a d&d character (or a fursona or a sim or an OC or whatever made up blorbo generator you personally enjoy).

and, remember, while a lot of office work is really uncomfortable and involves stuff like "talking in meetings" and "answering the phone," these things are not an inherent risk. discomfort is not tantamount to danger, and we all have to do uncomfortable things in order to thrive. there are a lot of ways to do this and there is no one-size-fits-all answer. not everyone can mask for extended periods, so be your own judge of what you can or can't do.

i like to think of work as a drag show where i perform this other personality in exchange for money. it is much easier to do this than to fight tooth and nail to be unmasked at work, which can be a risk to your livelihood and peace of mind. i don't think it's a good thing that we have to mask at work, but it's an important survival skill.

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[revelboo]

WAIT!!! those little blokees are coming to walmart!? Ahhh i need them so bad! can't wait to see who I'll get! 🙏😫

I’m so ecstatic to see Blokees in a store, they’re getting more mainstream so hopefully they’ll keep making them. I need the Scavengers, TFP versions, more bugs…

Coin-Operated Boy Pt 6

Steve x Reader

• Nose wrinkling when your eyes are drawn inexorably to the glowing thing Steve had gifted you and really hoping that glow isn’t radioactivity, you’d ended up using it as a side table for your favorite chair. And it doubles as an only slightly unsettling nightlight. That might be irradiating you. Sighing, you head into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Sleepily yawning, you catch a flash of red glow through the window a foot from your face and scream, dropping the glass to shatter in the sink as your heart races. It’s like you’d summoned him just by thinking about him. Mouth open as Steve lifts a hand.

• Backing away at the sound of your muffled scream, his plating flares slightly before settling. Hadn’t meant to scare you, but Soundwave’s little pet had given him so many ideas. And Soundwave himself hadn’t hurt him for talking to them. Just stared him down, an arm lifting to point at the door after finding him, those tendrils of his lashing behind him. Threatening, but not punishing him. Shifting to try and track you through your little dwelling, he shifts on his peds. Finally, the door opens and he hesitates. What are you wearing? It’s very short, very thin and those fluffy things on your feet have faces.

• “Steve, sweetie, it’s one in the morning,” you manage, heart still pounding as he slowly kneels in front of you in the dew soaked grass. And his head tilts to make you think that time probably doesn’t matter that much to him. But at least it’s only him and not a bunch of his buddies to stare at you with that weird, almost reverence. And he’s lifting an arm toward his chassis and just pulling stuff out of nowhere like a magician as your mouth falls open. A fistful of boxed candy, stuffed animals, and part of someone’s rose bush is held out to you.

• Offering you the gifts he’d spent so much time finding and secreting away in his subspace, he waits as you just stare. “You didn’t seem to like my other gift,” he says, holding his hand closer, waiting. Doesn’t any of it appeal to you? The other human had seemed so sure these things would be liked. Needs to properly thank you for your kindness, his little human. He’s altered his patrols to include your dwelling so he can look after you, convinced some of his brothers to do the same so you’re protected at all times.

• Because you have no idea what his other gift even was, but he’s bending, leaning over you, visor dimming slightly. Will it hurt his feelings if you refuse? Reaching, you pick up a stuffed dog, smoothing a thumb over its soft face. “You don’t have to thank me for helping you. It was the right thing to do.” And his head tips, alien and unreadable. Like he doesn’t understand someone being kind, reminding you of how he’d reacted when you’d helped him. That he hadn’t seemed to trust that you weren’t going to harm him. Like he’s really not used to any kindness and your heart aches for him.

• Watches you shuffle to the side as he reaches past you, movements slow so he doesn’t spook you and deposits the rest of your gifts inside your dwelling. “You’re under Vehicon protection,” he says and you hug the stuffed animal to yourself, staring up at him. “Debts must be repaid in kind.” Hesitating, he slowly brushes the back of his servo against your arm, nudging you back into your dwelling. “I’m watching over you.”

• Why does that sound more like a threat than anything else. Not sure what to say as he gently nudges you inside and you hear his servos scraping the door as he tries to close it until you end up pushing it closed with a foot. What does he mean by watching over you? Peeking through the blinds, you see him fold up, transforming into a car in your yard a foot away from your door with his front wheels in your flower bed on your pansies. Oh, yeah that looks normal. The neighbors are going to think you were drunk. Wait. Is he staying the night? Too tired to try and figure out how his mind works, you grab a box of chocolates and shuffle upstairs to your bed. Not about to deal with the half a rose bush in your living room this early in the morning.

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[aloysiavirgata]

Title: Nine Crimes

Author: Aloysia Virgata

Rating: Explicit

Category: MSR

Timeline: Pilot

Summary: For the anon prompt “Pilot Sex”

Notes: Thanks to @slippinmickeys for the feedback

***

It's the wrong time

She's pulling me through

It's a small crime

And I got no excuse

Damien Rice, 9 Crimes

***

A shabby motel, shabbier than the one that went up in flames. It’s made of concrete and third mortgage paperwork and the abandoned dreams of a better life.

Mulder paid the hundred bucks in quiet cash, the same way he’d bought them new clothes and toiletries at WalMart. Let Dr. Scully think he’d get reimbursed. Let Dr. Scully take her little notes.

***

His new partner looks frayed around the edges, even with her square shoulders and her Stanford pedigree. She’s filled with potential, but incomplete and unsure of her place in the world, even rewriting Einstein. Even with her serious brown-washed hair and her serious oversized suits and her serious Thom McAn heels, she’s green as it gets. He knows about the freckles under her drugstore foundation, that she’s a second daughter. A third child.

He knows about Jack Willis. He knows about Daniel Waterston.

He knows she has a body like Collier’s Godiva.

“An orangutan,” she’d said, prim. Laughed openly at his ideas even though he’s still something of a legend at the Academy.

Mulder has a type and Dana Scully’s nowhere near it, but damn if he doesn’t like her mettle.

***

It’s two by the village clock, storming again, branches scraping against the windows. He’s awake and restless and what was going on in the woods, what was-

A knock at the door. He says “Scully” as he opens it without even checking. Pajama pants and nothing else but he opens it without checking.

She’s in his room all at once, lush as a Frederic Leighton painting even in tacky WalMart sleepwear.

The cheap hollow-paneled door slams behind her and she says “Mulder, I-“

Scully blinks.

“I’m sorry. I knew you were awake, I knew somehow, but do you want to get dressed or-”

“Turnabout is fair play.”

She blushes hot at that, but doesn’t leave.

Mulder slouches against the wall, arms crossed. “So. What’s up, buttercup?”

Scully looks around for a chair, but there’s only the sagging full sized bed. Is there a chair in her room? Should they move there? He decides not to ask. He likes her on his turf.

“Can I sit?”

He gestures at the bed. “Mi dump es tu dump. However, I must remind you, this goes against the Bureau's policy of male and female agents consorting in the same motel room while on assignment.”

Scully looks mortified, then realizes he’s joking. She perches on the edge of the bed, hands splayed across her narrow thighs. She isn’t wearing a bra.

“Is it always like this?” Scully asks, looking up at him. “Is this my life now? Stolen corpses and hotel fires?”

Mulder sighs. He crosses the small room to sit next to her. He can feel the heat of her red-gold body against his bare skin. Outside, the rattle of hail.

“That’s the fun part. I mean, it’s not always like any one thing. It’s stolen corpses and hotel fires until it’s missing children and government facilities and…” he trails off, weary.

“Little green men?” Scully asks, with perfect innocence.

Mulder looks at her fully for a moment, then laughs. He’s not unaware of his own mythos, and full marks to little Dr. Scully for clearly not being intimidated by it.

“Yeah,” he says. “That would be an example. Hey, they still saying I caught Monty Props with a ouija board?”

She tilts her head. “I’ve heard ouija board, I’ve heard Bigfoot.”

Mulder can’t help himself. “What else? Since you’re a spy.”

A smirk. “Agent Mulder, are you asking me to gossip?”

“Shamelessly.”

She smiles wide then, eyes crinkled at the corners and brightly blue as St. Elmo’s Fire, the perfect eyes for a sailor’s daughter.

“Well. Reckless of course. Brilliant. Problems with authority. Crazy, despite your assertions otherwise.”

“Boring. What’s the good stuff?”

A little shy now, her eyes dropping. “Obsessive. Paranoid. Self destructive.”

“All fair.”

“Womanizer.” Something in her eyes when she says it, a little heavy.

Mulder’s surprised she owned up to that one. Wants to know which particular women she’s heard about but decides to leave it alone for now. “Intriguing. And am I living up to expectations, broadly speaking?”

“Well, you’re obviously crazy.”

He chuckles. “Obviously. Paranoid?”

“Jury’s still out, but the fire is in your favor.”

“Womanizer?” he asks, a little purr in it, because she’s in a playful mood and because he’d like to hear her squirm out of it.

She just scoffs. “After I showed up in my underwear and then lounged chastely, unseduced? Alas, Mulder. I’m going to have a lot to debunk.”

“I’d hate to-”

Lightning so bright it feels audible, simultaneous thunder that shakes the building. The room goes black.

Scully yelps and he feels static between them; the strike must have been just feet away from the building.

He reaches for her and she’s covered in gooseflesh. “You okay?”

“Yeah, Jesus, I just…that was close.” Bit breathless.

Lightning again and a roar of thunder. Hail.

The dark is so complete it has a weight to it. “You want me to help you back to your room? You're two doors down, right?”

Silence.

“Scully, are you-“

“Can I stay?” she asks, just above a whisper. “Because of the storm, I just…”

Lightning. Thunder.

His hand cupped protectively - unconsciously- at the back of her neck and he says, “Of course.”

A tree just outside is struck, and for a fraction of a heartbeat he sees her white face, her big eyes, and-

Knew about Jack, Daniel, and still never expected her to make the first move. But she swivels under his palm, turns up to kiss him in the dark and he doesn’t protest.

Her mouth is hot and firm, tongue shifting wet sand at high tide. Scully’s thighs straddled over his suddenly, Scully’s tight ass in his hands under that pink polyester. God she’s little, she’s-

They cannot see in the felty dark, but he feels her pull that awful top off and her breasts are against his bare chest as she grinds herself against him.

Hail, wind, rain. Mulder bites at her tongue and she sighs.

He’s rock hard, fumbling at her nipples, her throat, her drawstring. Heat between her thighs, even with them both half-dressed. He breathes in the hot saltwater scent of her cunt.

Mulder wants to fuck her with his mouth, wants to suck her like boardwalk taffy in July until she’s melted and pliant but this isn’t that kind of night.

Lighting, thunder. Storm moving away.

Dr. Scully’s sharp claws at his back, Dr, Scully’s knees bruising his ribs.

The dark, the dark….

He raises his hips from the awful bed, scrapes his pants down his ass, his thighs. Cock painful as a fresh bruise.

She reaches down and it’s okay because they cannot see one another, okay because the hail and the winds swallow the noises they’re making.

His new partner, this is so fucked up even for him, but there isn’t any light so he groans again when she rubs herself against his cock.

“Mulder,” she hisses, nimble fingers wrapped around his shaft. “God.”

The storm a mile off now and his partner rises up so he can pull her bottoms off. Rises, her hard thighs and her impossible waist and her raspberry nipple in his mouth.

She wriggles free from her own pajamas, legs smooth and muscular and tight against him. The heady scent of her makes him twitch. Jack, Daniel.

Ethan.

He knows, too, about Ethan.

Drenched, in the bottomless night of the storm. Hot wet anonymous curls because there is no light and Agent Dr. Scully is gone and it’s just this lithe body against his and he bites her nipples hard again; left then right and she moans. Arches.

Lightning farther now and what the hell, he pushes two fingers between her thighs and into the sweet, melting nexus of her body. Dripping, slick, frictionless, his partner, this is so fucked up, this is -

She cries out, Agent Scully, with her good hard belly against his and her nipple in his mouth and her intoxicating scent soaking into his fingers.

The storm now five miles off.

“Please,” she begs. Her voice is cinnamon and silk.

He pushes his wet fingers into her mouth to silence her and thank god it’s dark still. She sucks at him without evident shame. His balls tighten.

“Possibly a womanizer,” Mulder mumbles into her fragrant neck. Working his other hand into the melting hot depths of her. “But clean. However, I don’t have a condom.”

“Pill,” she mumbles, clit rolling against his knuckle. “Please.”

Thank her forgiving god.

Graceless, groaning, Mulder pushes his cock into her waiting body. He cannot see her face but he can imagine it; those cheekbones and her blown-rose mouth. She is tight and searing and soaked and -

Scully makes a low noise, starts riding him like a dressage pony. Fucks him. Begs to no one particular and fucks him with her kidskin body.

The storm at six miles.

Scully, crying out. She arcs her back and he can only imagine her breasts now, swollen and rosy and sweet and so sensitive and -

“Mulder, Christ. Please…”

Mulder lets go. His sister and Ray and Peggy and Billy forgotten and he thrusts into her, into the black hole at the center of the Milky Way and the unknown and the nothingness. He comes into her with a fierce desperation and Scully sucks his earlobes and his mouth and his throat and she drenches him in her hot slip.

Low, flickering light. A distant rumble.

Nine miles.

They fuck again, urgent and silent, at the gray light of four AM. He comes into her like Uranus, making the world.

She goes to her room after that, never looking back.

They do not speak of it for years.

[bamboobooshark]

“More Dad!/CG logan fics” we all say in unison! (Please and ty :)) im so obsessed with how cute they are 🥹)

LOGAN HOWLETT X LITTLE!READER

⋆｡𖦹°‧🎞️ GOOD AS NEW : 905 WRDS

<RATING: PG, MINOR SCRATCH/BLOOD MENTION>

A/N : Here’s another CG!/Dad!Logan fic with some inspiration from cloudbug08, and a request from an Anonny (THANK U SM FOR THE REQUEST 💗) I love bug’s headcanons for CG!Logan heaps, so I included his headcanon of Logan calling you kit :] !!Warning for a minor injury (knee scrape) and a few mentions of blood!!

You and Logan were strolling hand in hand through Walmart. He decided to let you pick out a new stuffie since you haven’t been misbehaving all week. You squeeze Logan’s hand in excitement causing him to chuckle under his breath and smile. The second you spot the section of the store that holds the stuffed animals, you squeal with excitement and run over to the aisle while pulling on Logan’s hand. “C’mon, papa! I wanna get a stuffie! Hurry,” you whine while pulling on his hand. He sighs dramatically and rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, bub. I’m trying to stay up with you, but you’ve got too much energy for me to keep up with,” he says. You pout at him, letting go of his hand to cross your arms against your chest. He raises his eyebrows while giving you a look that tells you to watch yourself. “Hey now, kid. Don’t get pouty on me. You gotta remember we’re only here because you behaved all week. That could change right now if you don’t drop it,” he says with a gentle voice that still gets the point across. You immediately quit pouting, dropping your arms to your side and reattaching yourself to Logan. “That’s my little kit,” he coos as he brings his hand up to your head and cups your jaw in his palm. You let out a small chirp from his praises, always accepting the sweet words. “Now let’s get you a new friend,” he says, petting the back of your head and walking over to the aisle filled with soft toys.

You and Logan are on his motorcycle now, making your way home. Your new stuffie is secured tightly in your backpack. Your arms squeeze tightly around Logan’s waist. Your body presses against the leather of his bomber jacket, the strong scent of it filling your senses greatly. Your helmet presses against his back while your knees press into him. “We’re almost home, bubs,” he tells you while waiting for the light you’re at to turn green. You nod against him to let you know you heard him.

The two of you arrive home shortly after, Logan pulling into the garage and parking his bike. He gets off first, shaking his head and fixing his hair. He takes your helmet off and smiles at you. “Look at that smile. God, you are too cute,” he compliments while holding out his hand for you to hold. You giggle from his compliment and take his hand. Unfortunately, you trip over your own feet, falling and scraping your knee. From your position on the floor you look up at Logan. “Papa,” you whine as tears brim in your eyes. Logan bites the inside of his cheek and scoops you into his arms. “Oh, baby. Please don’t cry. It’s alright. You’re alright. Just breathe for me, kid,” he pleads before peppering your face with kisses. Your tears stream out of your eyes against your will. Your wrists press against your eyelids as you try your best to wipe away the tears. “Sorry papa,” you mumble pitifully. Logan begins to carry you inside while reassuring you that everything’s okay, you did nothing wrong, you have nothing to apologize for.

He sets you down on the couch and looks you over, kneeling to check for any damage done caused by the trip. “Are you hurt, kid? I need you to use your words so papa can help you,” he says while softly pressing his hands against you. “My knee hurts. I think I scratched it,” you hiccup through tears. He nods and moves his hand to your knee, moving the fabric away from your skin. “Awe. You poor thing,” he says at your knee, kissing to slightly scratched flesh. “We gotta patch you up so you don’t get a yucky infection,” he tells you. He pats your thigh before getting up and going to the bathroom so he can clean you up.

He returns with some cotton balls, rubbing alcohol, and a piece of candy. “Let’s get you cleaned up, kiddo,” he says with a grunt as he settles onto the ground again. You hold you new stuffie tightly in your arms while biting your lip anxiously in anticipation of pain, watching Logan put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball. “This is gonna sting a little bit,” he warns. He offers his hand to you and you quickly take it. Despite the fact you’re squeezing his hand so hard that your knuckles turn white, he keeps a straight face. He pats the cotton ball against the slightly bloodied skin causing you to whimper in pain. “Papa,” you whine softly as your tears come back to run down your cheeks. “I know, bub. I know. You got this. You’re my brave little kit, ain’t ya,” he asks with a soft smile, squeezing your hand softly. You continue to cry and nod your head in agreement to his question. Before you know it, he’s done cleaning up your knee. It looks so much better; less red and no longer bleeding. He smiles up at you as you pull him against you tightly. He chuckles as his face is squished against your stomach, feeling his heart melt from the affection. “Good as new, kit. Good as new,” he says, wrapping his arms around you and allowing you to mess with his hair and show your thanks with physical love.

[cheriishortcake]

my outsiders hcs !! i posted this on insta already but made a few tweaks so here it is :33

- darrel

-darrel REALLY likes home depot and drags the gang to go with him and everyone hates it but he bribes them with ice cream so it ok

-he watches alpha male tiktok's and sends them to pony boy to motivate him to do his hw

-he can fall asleep literally anywhere and the gang has found him in the weirdest places

-pony boy speaks in gen alpha brainrot terms just to rage bait him and it actually works every time

-has his hand on his back like an old man 99% percent of the time but WILL bust a move if you put on some good music

- ponyboy

-pony has had an emo phase

-he BLASTSSSSS big thief and tried to get johnny onto it and one time pony found him asleep with velvet ring on a loop

-he says "no one understands me" a lot..

-every election he says "this year was definitely rigged" no matter who wins and never knows anything about politics

-accidentally stumbled onto the dark web and has not recovered

- johnny

-johnny uses whoopie cushions ALL. THE. TIME. with the gang and thinks it's the funniest thing ever and they would hate it and he would blame it on pony and everyone would believe him because he would shoot his big brown eyes at them except one time he did it to dallas and failed miserably (he hasn't recovered)

-LOVES contemporary musicals and saved up to bring the whole gang to see dear evan hansen with the obc and they all hated it except for sodapop (theatre kid ahh) who memorized every word and after that they preformed the whole thing in the curtis living room and everyone fell asleep but clapped at the end cuz they lowk ate

-changes his hair literally every day like he'll get a pair of craft scissors and hack away at that thang

- soda pop

-is 100% a theatre kid and does the high a in santa fe to show off

-has a fat crush on every girl that comes into eyes view and whispers to darry "i think that's the one" in the middle of walmart

-used to swim a lot and was actually really fast and was the best on the swim team and then quit cold turkey for no reason

-laughs at potty jokes

-side eyes everyone in the gang when they smoke and then starts fake coughing obnoxiously

-secretly loves gilmore girls and taylor swift and only cherry knows because she put him onto it and she is really proud of the monster she created

- dallas

-despises sweet food for no reason????

-makes fun of little kids who cuss a lot and then cusses even more

-lowk craves physical touch and is scared to ask for it but one day johnny fell asleep on his shoulder by accident and he ugly sobbed (johnny doesn't know about this)

-thinks he's invincible (and really isn't) so he jumps off things and bumps into things and is full of bruises and scrapes and thinks it makes him look tuff and it's really just from jumping off a bunk bed or smt dumb

- two bit

-used to be best friends with darrel but now kind of avoids him because he compares himself to darrel and WILL cry if he thinks about it too hard

-rolls in grass for no apparent reason

-has died his hair every color you can think of and has fried his hair but refuses to stop because he hasn't done a very specific shade of purple yet and absolutely HAS TO

-eats everything in the curtis house that he can find and blames it on everyone else

-examines things and stares at random objects for hours and no one gets it but they know not to bother him when he gets like that

-totally goes out with marcia in secret but soda knows because he goes out with cherry and marcia tells cherry everything and cherry tells soda everything

-will play death metal if you give him aux

- cherry

-is the ultimate swiftie, doesn't care about bobs comments

-paul's little sis (thank you emma)

-calls everyone "diva" or "my shayla" or "pookie"

-refuses to wear anything but pink probably

-when she gets mad she goes in her room and colors in a disney princess coloring book while crying so she doesn't punch a wall

-yes she is strong enough to punch a wall

-USED TO BE BESTTT friends with ace and then drifted apart bc "greasers" and "socs"

-big fan of the bible (has read it over and over and over again simply because she finds it interesting)

- marcia

-thinks her music taste is indie and underground and it's really just radiohead and tv girl

-LOVES CATS and has like ten of em even though she is deathly allergic

-each of her cats is named after one of her friends (and one named keith bc no one knows two bits real name is keith)

-everything she buys is either from tjmaxx or marshall's or home goods or hobby lobby

- bev

-forces the girlies to make tiktok's with her (and claims she's famous on there) (she has 100 followers)

-did ballet for years and thought she was going to become a ballerina and then got kicked out for smoking in the building and went on ballet strike

-is fully confident sabrina carpenter will hire her as a backup dancer after seeing her tiktok's

-steals cherrys clothes :(

-friggin loves chicago the musical

- ace

-was in bevs ballet class until she switched to hip hop bc "ballets boring as heck" "i aint doin all that"

-lowk has a crush on darry and talks about him non stop and then denies it while giggling and blushing

-no one really knows where she lives when she's not at the curtis house she just kinda appears

-pays johnny to cut her hair -not because he's any good at it- but because she knows he has fun with it (she comes out looking like berries and cream)

-writes poetry and only tells pony about it and he thinks she's the best writer in the world

-wears pounds of jewelry and no one knows where she's getting this (she steals it from dallas)

("where did all my jewelry go???" he's clueless)

- steve

-uses ponyboy like a servant "yo kid grab me a coke"

-when ponyboy says no steve offers to pay him

-soda dragged him to his theatre class and he actually liked it and was especially good at acting (soda had to drag him out the door screaming like a banshee)

-is kind of addicted to tootsie rolls

-acts like a baby after every rumble " :(((( my leg hurtsssssszzzz"

"quit bein a baby" -darrel probably.

"shut up darrel"

i can't specify the events after that....

-pretends to be a social worker so the curtis bros can practice how they're gonna act before they come

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The Choice: Chapter Twelve

All my work is purely aimed at those 18+ so minors kindly, DNI.

Summary: You find three of your favourite characters in your home. It shouldn’t be possible, but there they are. In the flesh. How the hell did they get there? And surely there’s a way to get them back? But as you get close to each one, the thought of sending them back proves difficult to comprehend.

Characters: Fem!Reader, Dean, Beau, Soldier Boy/Ben.

Warnings: Language, typical Soldier Boy behaviour, smidge of angst,

W/C: 1,623

You closed the bedroom door as quietly as you could. It clicked softly. Ben’s form shifted, duvet rustling.

“Where’d you go?”

His voice rasped, full of sleep.

“Restroom.”

He grunted.

You pulled one side of the sheets back and slipped into bed. Ben didn’t wait for you to get comfy. His heavy arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. He slipped his hand under your pyjama top, seeking skin, fingers splaying across the side of your body. He nuzzled your hair, beard lightly scraping across your scalp, lips moving as he murmured by your ear.

“Preferred it before you changed.”

You felt his lips spread into a smile before kissing you and settling back down.

You didn’t reciprocate. Just laid there, facing the ceiling, a million thoughts running around in your head.

He had the potential to impregnate you. Possibly more than any other male on the damn planet. You sure as Hell weren’t dumb enough to think he wanted more. No, it was just a bit of fun. And for you? You were already attached but weren’t dumb enough to believe he’d fall for you.

“We forgot to use a condom.”

Ben hmmed into your hair.

“So?”

He didn’t care.

How could you explain it? The differences between you both. He wouldn’t understand.

“It’s kinda a big deal…”

Ben huffed. He had been happy. Content, even. Now, he was annoyed. And that was down to you.

“Didn’t hear you complainin’ bout it earlier.”

No. You hadn’t, had you.

“ ’sides, thought you wanted to get knocked up anyway.”

It wasn’t like that. Yeah, you wanted a baby. But you wanted more.

“I want a family.”

He scoffed.

“Family fucks you up.”

His words left you feeling deflated. Empty. Alone. Hell, it wasn’t like you were proposing to him or even telling him you wanted to be with him. Then why did it feel like a rejection? Did you want him? To be with him?

Don’t be absurd.

But he was right. Family did fuck you up. You could attest to that. Just look at the fraught relationship you had with your mother. But you wanted to be better. You wanted to create happy memories with a husband and a kid.

“Go to sleep, sweetcheeks.”

Yeah. You should. But the thought of getting pregnant occupied your mind.

Ben said he was on the way to Vought Tower when he suddenly appeared at your home. And in Walmart he’d already mentioned Homelander being his kid. Both Homelander and Ryan were born biologically as Supes, not injected like the rest. It meant that if you did get pregnant, the kid would be the first Supe to enter the real world.

Fear slammed into you, taking the breath from your chest. You’d be all alone, with no idea how to raise a child with powers. How would you explain it to authority figures? Would they take the child away? A child you’d so desperately wanted. Gone. And probably used as a weapon by the government. No, you’d have to keep the child a secret.

*

When you managed to sleep, dreams of Ben’s kid coming into his powers and destroying the house, the town, and you plagued you all night.

You jerked awake after a particularly nasty dream where Ben’s kid erupted in a ball of flames in your arms. Cold sweat covered you, strands of hair stuck to your forehead, and your mouth felt like you’d eaten cotton balls.

The warm, calloused hand on your breast pulled you from your reverie.

“You kick. Whatcha dreamin’ bout?”

Yeah, you’d woken up a few times that night. You didn’t answer him. Couldn’t. You were unsure what to tell him. Guilt settled in your chest as Ben nuzzled closer. He was feeling extremely touchy-feely after last night. But you weren’t. Because if you weren’t careful, he would end up between your legs again.

Regretfully, you pushed his hand off your breast. The cool morning air caused your skin to break out in goosebumps. You missed the warmth of his touch on your skin as you moved away.

He huffed. “What’s gotcha ass so wound up?”

“Just tired.” Was your monotone response.

It wasn’t a lie. You were tired. But dear God, you couldn’t cope with another one of those dreams.

“Was hopin’ for some mornin’ nookie.”

His fingers slipped over your thigh, seeking the apex.

“ ’m not in the mood.”

Ben shrugged and removed his hand. “Suit yaself.”

Behind you, the sheet rustled, and you felt the mattress lift.

“I don’t know what you think I’ve done, but I’ve been nothing but a gentleman.”

You turned, ready to remedy the situation. Ben stood gloriously naked, sporting a semi. He looked like a Greek god, sculpted to perfection.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…I’m freaking out.”

Ben walked around the bed, moving to the built-in wardrobe.

“About what?”

You stayed silent for a beat. You stared down at your fingernails.

“What if I get pregnant?” It came out in a whisper.

Ben sighed. You looked back up and watched as he stepped into underwear, pulling them up his legs and tucking himself away.

“Then you deal with it.”

“I don’t know anything about raising a Supe.”

Ben turned to you, lifting an undershirt on.

”Who said you’d be on your own.”

Your brows furrowed, then. “You would stay if I did?”

“I’m saying I’d do the right thing. I wouldn’t let you drown.”

He kicked yesterday’s sweatpants back on and left you to ponder his words as he headed into the bathroom.

*

Downstairs, Beau and Dean were clucking away like hens in the kitchen. Your name cropped up on more than one occasion.

“You talking about me.”

Ben had decided to shower while in the bathroom, so instead of sitting there, you decided to grab a coffee and at least try to wake up.

Beau passed you a fresh steaming mug.

“Just natural concern is all.”

“You need to be careful—”

You eased yourself into a seat and held up a hand to Dean. You took your first sip of coffee and savoured the fresh taste. Fuck. There was no way you could go back to shitty instant. Dean had ruined you.

“Y/N.”

God. You didn’t want to hear it right now.

“Can I please have some peace for five minutes? Is that too hard to ask for?”

“He’s gonna break your heart, and you’re too dumb to realise that.”

You turned to him, mouth falling open, offended. And hurt. It felt like a punch to the gut.

“Woah, okay. Dean’s just looking out for you. We both are.”

“I’m not an idiot.”

“Ain’t no one calling you one, darlin’,” Beau reassured. “We were just discussing if Ben’s intentions were the same as yours.”

Intentions? What the Hell was this? Some kind of weird intervention?

You scrubbed a hand down your face. It was far too early to be doing this.

“I don’t know what last night was. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but it did. I’m not stupid, okay. I know that it’s not anything to him. Just a bit of fun.”

Dean stood, leaning against a counter with his arms crossed over his chest. He quirked his brows at it being a bit of fun, and for some reason, you felt your neck and cheeks flame from embarrassment.

You gulped down some coffee, scalding your throat. Both Dean and Beau were quiet. Water dripped from the tap, and your stomach gurgled, reminding you that you hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

“Maybe…maybe…and It’s a crazy thought. Maybe you shouldn’t sleep beside Ben.”

You blinked in surprise. Excuse me? What? Had you heard that right?

“You picked straws. Ben pulled the shortest. You know that.”

“Yes. I know that. I’m just lookin’ out for ya. And I know Beau agrees with me.”

You looked from Dean to Beau. He opened his mouth, looked at Dean, and then back at you.

“We’re concerned, that’s all. He ain’t a good guy, and what Dean’s proposing is not a bad idea. We’re lookin’ out fer ya.”

You couldn’t believe it.

“Your noses ain’t so clean either. You thought it was funny to take the piss outta Ben in the store. And you’ve left him out of whatever bromance this has become. You guys are the mean guys here. At least Ben’s just being himself.”

You didn’t want to hear any more. You pushed back the chair and left the kitchen with your coffee mug before they could say something else.

You hoped Ben was out of the shower. Hell, at this point, you were thinking of getting back at them by indulging Ben with some morning nookie, as he put it. But you knew you’d just feel guilty after, and you didn’t want to use Ben to get back at Dean and Beau.

You stormed into your room and plonked your mug on the dresser. Ben stood in the middle of the room, drying himself, smirking and shaking his head.

“What?”

“He likes you. Why’d you think he’s ridin’ yer ass so hard? Sweetcheeks, he prolly heard me fucking you so hard. And d’ya wanna know something? I bet it turned him on something real good. Hearing your screams. I bet he jerked himself off. I would’ve.”

You blinked.

“Stop being so crude.”

You barged into the ensuite, leaving Ben to chuckle to himself.

But Ben had got to you. Images of Dean flashed inside your mind. Images of him sitting in bed, head leant back, eyes closed, with his hand wrapped around his cock, fist surging up and down. Heat washed down your body, along with the familiar prickling of arousal. And you wondered. Were they the same size?

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Not me thinking about Riz in season 2 after seeing his dad the first time and then talking to Gilear and Fig about his possibility of being a demon baby.

I think about that A LOT. Apparently in DND you can play a goblin with infernal heritage and be a goblin teifling which blew my literal fucking mind.

That's gonna be my next DND character bc that's so cool as a concept. Anyway.

Devil Riz is so interesting to think about because there IS a legal system in hell he could absolutely attach himself to and probably thrive in

Plus like more bonding with Fig because of the whole "oh... Our parents made shitty choices that impacted us forever and now we are demons."

Coughs. He could literally be the devil's advocate.

It's just fun to think about.

Sklonda seeing her son sprout horns and being like him... Unusual. And having some thoughts but underneath the horns and hellfire it's still her baby.

Maybe Gorthalax has a couple different 1 on 1s with Riz because they have to talk about the demon shit..how much is it influencing Riz? Probably not every much? He's already got 'that dog in him' and the thing that motivates him to those extreme actions is his good nature and how much he cares about his friends. Plus like there are "good" devils. Figs whole thing is rebellion and not like revenge or whatever. He just has devil blood and Fig thinks that's rad as hell.

Fig would be so happy to take care of someone else's horns for once..like such a bonding moment. Riz has these stupid fucking horns and they just are too long and flakey and gross and Fig is like dude.. you have like so much keratin build up on those bad boys.

And Riz is like excuse me?

Fig tells him about his horns and how he'd horns are similar and they kind breathe through them a little bit but also not really and he's suffocating himself a lil bit by ignoring them. It's not actually breathing but it helps for heat regulation. She sits him down and scrapes the gunk off. It's like layers of gross shit because Riz was just putting a hat on and pretending he didn't have them at all. He can't bear to even look at them right now. Fig gets it. She tried to saw her own horns off and it worked for a lil bit but then her skin got pink and it was stupid to keep hacking them off... They grow back twice as fast anyway.

It's a whole thing but he's not alone.

I like to imagine if you don't take care of your horns you can get terrible head aches and other shit. Fig says as much and he immediately feels better when his horns are cleaned up.

Riz probably thinks it's cold as balls all the time and figs like nah that's just the fire in your veins. And he's like I need a jacket at least..

The desire to cause strife/chaos would definitely spike. Like Riz has to cause some mischief or he's gonna explode. However he doesn't wanna actually hurt people. He wants to put googly eyes on price labels in fantasy Walmart or break into Fabians and move the furniture over by 1 cm. He wants to be the guy to hold the elevator or someome to jump into and then do the thing where you take your fingers over the buttons so they have to stop at. Every. Single. Floor. Before they get to their destination. Little annoying shit like that but again not actively hurting others. Fig loves that Riz is now suddenly a prankster like where the fuck has this guy been? He's a riot. He buys a universal remote so he can wait for when people get invested in a movie or TV show at one of their sleep overs and subtly plays for it. Usually waits for a powerful emotional moment and flicks it. The only one who knows it's Riz is Adine and she's also a lil bit of a shit stirrer so she has to try not to laugh but she absolutely loves it. Maybe Jawbone has bought three different T.Vs trying to fix the issue and now he believes there's some evil conspiracy about the universe not letting him watch the fucking game. He's switched capable carriers. Maybe he punched a TV. This one goes a lil too far and Riz has to stop fucking with the T.V for awhile.

Riz going into Gorgug's work space and not taking anything, he's no thief, but moving his wrench or tools around. Not super far because he doesn't wanna fuck with Gorgug too bad but still having that moment of... Huh?

Riz as a devil/demon/teifling whatever gets a forked tongue

It's less of a hehe this will be funny and more of a I need to disrupt the peace IMMEDIATELY. It's a compulsion.

If he's in someone's house and they have a lotta pictures he's gotta start tilting them.

I like to imagine Sandra Lynn and Jawbone have a bunch of magnets on the fridge and Riz absolutely fucks with them and it drives Sandra Lynn crazy. Riz blames Kristen. She should absolutely stop doing that. And Kristen is like oh yeah...I guess I should stop doing that. Lol

[revelboo]

ended up getting Mixmaster! Here he is, seated next to Starscream #3 and Soundwave! And Kirsten.

I'm already craving assembling more figures. they're like Lego but i can afford them

I need to grab more of the actual blind boxes 😁 Walmart’s website keeps saying they have them for under $5 until I click on them, then they’re sold out. They mock me…

Over It Now Pt 17

IDW Jazz x Reader

• Mouth brushing against yours, those big hands wandering, you’re trying to figure out if there’s any way to get him through the door in this smaller size. Out of the cold. More than wiling to find out. To drag him inside with you, because you’re not sure where this can go, but you really want to find out. “You’ll fit if I have to make you,” you mumble as his lips slide to your throat again and his servos tighten on you as his head lifts.

• “What?” He asks, slightly dazed and hoping you’re talking about what he thinks you’re talking about. Maybe not as your whole face reddens and your eyes widen slightly. ‘The house. In the house,’ you mutter, grabbing his new scarf and hiding your face against it. Swallowing back a laugh, he glances at the door. And frag it, if he can get you out of the cold, maybe then you can get on the same page he’s on. Out of those layers of coverings so he can touch you. “Sure. In the house,” he says, hooking an arm around you and standing.

• You can hear the laughter in his voice even if he’s not outright laughing at you, but now your brain’s gone there. To the implications in his confusion, his almost constant flirting, and his little candid remarks. All those tally marks you’d refused to add up suddenly making a dangerous sort of sense as he eases you down on the step and hands you the crutches. As you make your way inside and push the door open wide, it’s on the of your tongue to tell him the cast comes off in the morning. Part of you afraid still that he only hangs out around you out of guilt, because he thinks you need him. Once you don’t, he might not keep coming back. Unless you can offer him something else.

• Grimacing, as a door wing gets caught and he has to twist more to clear the narrow gap, almost lying on his side to get through the doorway. And still scraping the door frame. Now you’re laughing at him, a hand over your mouth to try to muffle the sound as he struggles and finally gets inside. And this place definitely isn’t Autobot friendly. Everything small and fragile like you as you lead him through the narrow entry space to an equally narrow hall and finally to a bigger space full of human sized, plush chairs. Part of him wanting to touch everything, to move through your space and see this part of you that’s new to him. It takes an effort to sit on the carpet in the middle of the room instead. To behave.

• Picking at the grip on a crutch with your nails, your nerve is suddenly gone. Because, you’ve never been the bold one in a relationship. Is this even a relationship? Do you want it to be? Unable to look at him as he just looks around, like he’s elated to be inside your house, you realize you do want it to be one. You like those glimpses of the real him that are getting more and more common, like hearing him open up about his past. Like when he reaches for you, handling you like you’re made of glass, and when he stares at you when he thinks you’re not paying attention, watching your every move like you’re the most important thing in his world.

• “I like your space,” he murmurs, so tempted to bring up fitting and finding out what else fits together, but not wanting to push if you’re not ready. Because you look like one wrong move will send you running. Uncertain and fidgety. So when you carefully move closer and place a warm hand on his chassis to lean in, to brush your mouth against his, it lights through him. Hands catching your hips and pulling you into his lap to straddle him, then hooking an arm around you and shifting you both so you’re on your back staring up at him, hair spread out around you and your legs still hooked around his waist like you’re not going to let him get away. “This okay?” He asks, lips brushing the corner of your mouth, aware that if you say no, he’ll drop it even it will kill him to stop. A low, rumbling noise escaping him when you just nod.

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