#i hope you eat well liza

[nuravity]

“wake up —“ he’s pinching her cheek, though a lot gentler this time.. there is worry and panic behind it as he looks down upon her form, “this ain’t funny cheeks..”

Random asks!

It wasn't supposed to go like this! She thought she had her! Ochako had been surprised when she caught Toga stabbing a Pro-hero to impersonate him and of course she followed the fleeing villainess...but when she turned the corner, she was suddenly knocked out as something heavy slammed against her. And she hadn't woken up since.

But she registered a gentle tug, the feeling muted and as if far away. What was going on? Why did she...hear a voice? Why did her arm feel like hurting? Her body...felt so heavy but light at the same time. ...cheeks... Who said that? Ochako felt heavier and her conscience began moving - into a slow state of awareness.

Her eyelids twitched as did the fingers of her left arm. "Hmm?" Eyes slowly opened and the worried face of Bakugo came into her view. "B-bakugo? What's going on?" she spoke weakly and attempted to sit up before pain spiked up her right arm and she clenched it with her hand. "Ow- What are you doing here? I was...trying to catch Toga and...something hit me and..." Wait! Was she...in their hideout? Her hand removed from her arm as she tried to grab Bakugo's hand to pull herself up...but as soon as she made contact, she let go.

Eyes widened in shock as she stared at his hand...and then at her palm. There was blood!

[whowantslovergirl]

Kevin Ball x daughter reader ?

An: YESYESYESYES btw this is not a biological daughter so you can be yourself 💖💖😍😍💋💖😍🤓💖🤧 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

The Balls

Kevin ball x daughter! reader (THIS IS PLATONIC WE DONT DO THAT INCEST SHIT HERE but reader is female with she/her pronouns 🤭)

warnings: just cursing and suggestive cause its kev and reader is in a secret relationship with lip (just wanted to add that in) and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Cute moments with Kev and his daughter

posted: June 18,2023

first time you snuck out for a party:

You were walking downstairs to see your dad and your stepmom V dancing and making out in the kitchen. You make fake gagging noises. They turn around to see you.

“Blah! You guys are disgusting.” You say while laughing and getting something to eat out of the fridge.

“Ohhh but Y/N you are going experience this ‘disgustingness’ sooner or later.” Your dad said while going next to you to steal your bread. “Hey give me my bread back!” V laughs while seeing this cute little moment between you two. While you guys are chasing each other your phone buzzed.

V heard this. “Ooo who’s texting us?” She said with a smile. You check your phone. “Oh it’s just my friend Maddie-.”

“Ughh is that the weird one with all the piercings?” Kev asked while being disgusted.

“No that’s Mandy babe.” V answered for you.

“Hey back to my text. Anyway it’s just her asking to go to a party together but don’t worry I’m not going.”

“Hey what! Why aren’t you going?” Kev asked. You just shrugged. “I don’t like parties. I sneak out every time you guys have one in the bar.”

“With who?”

“Li- Liza…” It was Lip but they don’t have to know that. They both narrowed their eyes at you but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to the Gallaghers for a little bit.” They both nodded and you walked to your neighbors.

_____

You were in Lip’s room just talking and giggling with each other. “You know if my parents ask you anything about me sneaking out of the bar that one night, I snuck out with Liza ok?” He just nodded with a confused look on his face. “Do you wanna go to a party later tonight?” You nodded and realized that you already told your parents that you weren’t going.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just I told them that I wasn’t going.”

“Just sneak out.”

_____

As you were sneaking in after the party, you see your dad under a light.

“I thought you weren’t going to that party Y/N?”

fuck

“Ok before you get mad Liza convinced me and-.” You cut yourself off when your dad held up his hand. “I’m so proud of my little girl!” He got up and squeezed you in a hug. You are so confused. “You’re not mad?”

“No! Wait did you have sex of any kind?”

“No dad!”

“Then I’m not mad!”

when they find out you have a boyfriend:

You guys were sitting in the living room watching tv. And you get a text. You check to see who it is and it’s Lip saying and showing some dirty stuff. You giggle and put your phone face down. V saw this and nudged Kev.

“Why are smiling at your phone Y/N? Who’s texting us?” V asked with a smirk on her face.

“Nothing just Liza sent something funny.”

“Well can we see?” Kev asked.

“No it’s an inside joke.” You said while giggling.

They made a face at each other. You can hear them whispering and your dad gets up to the kitchen. “Y/N can you help me in the kitchen?! I need help!”

As you were getting up V got your phone, put in your password and saw ‘L ❤️’

“This picture definitely is not from a girl.” She whispered to herself.

You turn around since it was way too quiet and you see V on your phone. “Hey!” You run over and snatch your phone. “You have a boyfriend!”

“Oh my god my babygirl has a boyfriend!” Kev said while cheering.

Then you got bombarded with questions.

“Do we know him?”

“No he’s from the north side.”

Then the questions got worse.

“Oh my god you have a rich boyfriend!”

“Does he buy you stuff?”

Why did he have to send that?

when they find out the boyfriend is Lip:

Since your parents were out at the bar. You guys were in your room, making out and smiling at each other. “So they know you have a boyfriend now. What did you tell them?”

“Well I said that he’s from north side and my dad calls you you my rich hot daddy boyfriend.” He let out a little laugh. “And he’s right except for the rich part.” You laugh at the face he makes.

“Now let’s stop talking and keep making out with each other.” You lean in and he smiles into the kiss.

“What the fuck.”

You guys jumped off each other.

“Lip is the rich hot daddy boyfriend?!” Your dad yelled. He ran out to tell V.

“V come in Y/N’s room!”

She ran in and gasped. “Lip?!”

This is the worst.

An: HEYEYEYEYEYE guys ik y’all probably are like ‘this bitch said they were gonna be posting then haven’t posted’ SO IM SORRY im rewriting shocked and scared bc it was fucking terrible but until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: it’s a surprise* (i have no idea)

[lulu2992]

Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story

In this series of posts, I’m sharing all the unreleased content (minus a few duplicates) I found in the oasisstrings text file, even when it wasn’t very interesting, so we have a comprehensive list of the lines that were cut in each Far Cry 3 story mission.

On a side note, the document never says which character is speaking, so every time you see names, it’s either because the corresponding audio files were available and I know who the speaker is, or because the context made it easy to guess their identity.

Part 2: The Social Club

In oasisstrings, this mission is the second one. Maybe it’s a coincidence, or maybe Jason was going to relive this moment after losing consciousness and before waking up in Amanaki.

The beginning of the mission is identical to what we see in the game, but there used to be a few more lines here and there. For example, here’s a longer version of the moment Jason is at the bar to get drinks. The deleted lines are bolded:

Fuck beer. What's the drink here in Bangkok?

The Mai Tai!

Forget it. Let's do sambuca shots!

[mumbled]…five, six… seven!

Girlfriend troubles?

She told you?

You know, Jason, Liza is a keeper.

I have shots!

Now that, right there, is what I'm talking about!

Let's have those shots. Hey baby.

Hang on, hang on. Hang… on.

Here we go! Lady!

Watch it, watch it, watch it, don't spill it, don't spill it!

That's my girl, Liza!

Take it, take it.

To what? To what? To what?

Uh, to my brother Riley for getting his pilot's license! Where the hell is that motherfucker?

Where the hell is that motherfucker?

To my father's black card and my black card. Whoooo!

That's what I'm talking about!

[laughing] Yeah!

God, I haven't done sambuca since I was twenty years old!

I'll get them.

While looking for Riley, it seems Jason was going to overhear this interaction:

Hi baby.

Hey. What you got for me?

Sit down.

Niiiice.

Wanna continue?

I wish. But not tonight.

See you again soon.

He would also make this comment about his girlfriend...

Man, I hope Liza gets here soon. She's always working.

...as well as come across an inaccessible area of the club, I assume:

Private section.

Go away.

You can't go in.

Turn around. Members only.

After speaking with Doug and finally finding Riley (and Keith), the friends go dancing, but a fight breaks out and they run to the elevator. This scene used to be longer too, and all the unreleased lines are bolded below:

[cheering on the DJ] Woo, woo, woo, DJ, c'mon!

Whoa, look at the lights!

Hot music, huh babe.

Did you see that?!

[PAIN]What the fuck?

Jason! No! Let me go, let me go!

Hey, hey, hey!

No, Riley!

Fine, fine, it's fine!

You like that? This is my kinda club! Hahaha!

Come on, let's go!

Everybody's gotta go. I called the cops.

Jason, back door!

Eat that!

Guys, we gotta bail!

We gotta bail!

This way! Let's go!

The cops are coming. We better get out of here!

Come on Jason!

Open up!

We'll get you!

These guys won't give up!

Yeah!

Room service!

Dead hooker in room 11.

Call it, call it, call it!

Come on!

Come on, come on, come on, hold the door!

Yo Jason, get in, get in!

Riley, stay close!

Watch out, Riley!

Yes, I know, I know!

Close! Close! Close!

The conversation between Doug and the friends in the elevator is identical to the in-game version. However, probably after this, there were a few lines from Liza:

Jason, let's go!

We're going to get arrested!

We've got to get out of here!

What're you doing? Come on!

You can listen to them here.

Then, we have what looks like the group’s arrival on the Rook Islands. We see glimpses of this in the introduction and the video in Hoyt’s compound (mission “All In”), but it appears it could have been a cutscene:

I'm king of the world.

Oh please, pfff.

Hmm, no reception here.

Uh yeah, cause we're in the middle of the ocean.

Hey Liza, get me one with pepperoni!

Hey, check this out! Looks like somebody's house!

They don't care about keeping shit clean around here. Before he died, he probably prayed for a satellite dish.

Let's check it out.

Let's go!

Hey! Check this out! Watch this.

Yeah, he's not coming to my pilot ceremony next month. Shocker, right?

Dude, you know your brother's always doing his own shit, right? Don't worry about it.

Ahahaha, yeah!

Nice!

Yeah baby!

No coconut for you.

Noo. No coconut for you!

Hey, hey I thought Doug said there weren't people on the island. Guys.

There they are, get them!

Everybody run!

Help!

Let go of me!

Get them in the truck!

Fuck you!

Then, in the document, there are the lines from the in-game video, but since each line in oasisstrings is linked to a sound file, it means all the dialog listed above is indeed from a different and longer version of the scene, which was cut.

[apoptoses]

hello would you be so kind as to grace us with a sneak peek of your fic for queens of the damned 👉👈

HELLO yes!!! anything for you for making such a cool event!! 🥹 it's just like 5k of armand eating daniel out on her period in a drug store bathroom lmao but i hope you're into what i have so far!!

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Look.

Daniel is helpless against the command. She holds her breath, opens her eyes just a crack. She catches sight of Armand’s eyes first but it’s her mouth that captures her fascination, the blood on her teeth.  Armand licks the red from her fangs and Daniel shudders at how flat her expression is. Unreadable. No reaction to the taste at all and Daniel can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

It’s a distraction, though. A different track for her mind to run down and it dulls the ache just a little when her uterus contracts. Her fingers contract on Armand’s wrists with it but her focus is on the lips brushing over her thigh. They’re pale when she’s underfed, Daniel knows that, but that’s hidden beneath her frosty pink lipstick, the red smears of Daniel’s blood. Daniel wants them between her legs so bad she pushes her hips forward against Armand’s hands.

You’re surprisingly eager for this, considering how mortifying you found it to remove your clothing.

“Shut up,” Daniel says behind gritted teeth. It’s taking everything in her not to groan when Armand’s fangs graze her flesh. “It helps sometimes. Getting off. It makes the cramps go away for a bit.”

A huff of tepid breath hits her thigh. Armand squeezes her hip hard enough her thumb-print will be bruised in Daniel’s skin after, and Daniel looks forward to that. In the morning she’ll dig her fingers into the mark and revel in the hurt. She’ll probably reach down between her legs and rub herself off to the memory of this, maybe she’ll even stick her fingers under the tap so they’re cool as Armand’s lips.

Is that all that appeals to you about the act? My serving as a temporary analgesic?

Armand kisses the tender spot where her stomach meets her hip. She licks cold (so fucking cold, technically she’s a corpse isn’t she-) right above her public hair and just when Daniel is soaked so wet she’s afraid she’s going to start dripping with it, Armand nuzzles her face into her curls. She locks eyes with Daniel and for the first time that night breathes in.

Armand can’t transmit scent with her mind, just images, but Daniel can picture what she smells. Heat and salt and the metallic tang of her blood. The sweet, animalistic note of arousal. Daniel knows it well. Armand has shoved her fingers deep inside her and then made her suck them clean enough times she knows the scent and taste of her own pheromones by heart.

“What appeals to you about this, Daniel? Tell me,” Armand demands.

Her nose is pressed to Daniel’s pubic bone. Her mouth is so close to her clit Daniel swears she can feel her lips brush against it with her words.

Inside her abdomen it feels as if her organs are stitched together, one giant web of pain. It doesn’t stop her from burning with want, though. Increases the need, maybe, overwhelming her with the desire for a distraction, something, anything to take her mind off the ache. Daniel thrusts her hips forward uselessly. She works her tongue against the roof of her mouth and tries to find an answer to Armand’s question. It’s damn near impossible when her brain can’t focus on anything above her waist.

“It’s just-“ Daniel begins. Her heart hammers against her ribs. “You’re so fucking perfect. And I’m-“

Mortal. Messy. Not feminine enough to be called beautiful, not masculine enough to be one of the guys. Someone stuck in between and not fitting in anywhere, with her boys’ briefs and her full and aching tits hidden beneath a sweatshirt that’s two sizes too big. Not short haired like Liza Minelli but like she’s fresh from the barber. Un-womanly as they come but still suffering from the same shit every month, the blood and the cramps and the blemishes at the edge of her jaw.

Daniel thinks it all but she doesn’t say it. And she fucking prays that for once Armand has the good grace not to repeat her own thoughts right back to her face. If she does Daniel thinks she’ll crumble and break right here in the drug store toilet.

Armand tips her head back so that her auburn curls fall behind her shoulders. She sits back on her heels, parts her lips. Sticks her tongue out so Daniel can see it, so she can’t miss it when Armand gets in close and licks into her folds.

“God, oh god,” is all Daniel can gasp as she clutches at the back of Armand’s head.

[paulinawoodpecker]

Tad the lost explorer and the spear of blood and tears deleted scene:

Dinner Table fight and Dagenia and mellan break up

All of Tad’s friends and family enter

Mala: yes welcome. Take a seat.

Ruth: why thank you ma’am…

Dagenia: Ramirez? Where’s tad?

Ramirez: I don’t know. Probably a space to calm down from Imani? It happened last time but with my sister.

Liza: I hope he’s not late.

Victoria: don’t worry. He probably won’t.

Jaiden: mmm! This is so good miss luwiki!

Zula: uh Jaiden? That’s for the main dish…

Jaiden: …

Jaiden: 😅 right…

Ruth: don’t worry bro. I’ve been through the same mistake before. Believe me..

Imani and mellan enter

Mala: oh my goodness! My daughter and her husband are here! Together!

Imani: make sure we keep this a secret okay?

Mellan: okay…

Tad enters angrily

Mole: oh tad. Your seat is right next to…Sara.

Tad: *gets a chair and sits down between Imani and Dagenia angrily *

Tad: we’re not done. You’ve called me an American guy!

Imani: but you you are a American guy

Tad: *grabs a chicken leg and eats big pieces*

Tad: *mouthful* but you said “American guy” *eats another big piece* look at the bad thing! What’s wrong with “white man” IMANI! *eats another piece of chicken*

Imani: there’s nothing wrong with white man. Can I get you a towel or utensil or something?

Tad: *chugs a cup of root beer and burps*

Tad: I’m good…

Ramirez and Victoria: …

Imani: why are you acting like this?

Tad: I’m just acting like an American guy Imani. But I guess that’s not good enough for you anymore!

Imani: I never said that…

Zulo: derik, let’s take this moment to talk about your idea.

Derik: Uh, what?

Zulo: Derik felt, and I concur, that Dagenia should stay with her type of people - African people - and Tad should stay with his kind. So, we made a deal.

Ruth: Come again?

Mala: What deal!?

Derik: HIS deal!

Zulo: Which was your idea.

Mole: YOUR idea!?

Zulo: she stays with us and he stays with his kind. Their words, not mine.

Tad: you’re tryna get rid of me?

Dagenia: really Derik?

Derik: No, I don’t think that! I mean, he made me think that I thought that.

Zulo: 😏

Derik: *Points at zulo* he tricked me! He took me into his stupid, secret man cave.

Zulo: *spits water*

Derik: and he tricked me.

Zula: What’s a man cave?

Zulo: It’s a place I go to get away...

Zula: Away from what?

Derik: Away from YOU! DUH!!!

Zula: What!?

Ruth: We were all thinking about it.

Zulo: How dare you!?

Zula: How dare you!?

Mellan: How dare to the both of YOU!? And you were trying to hook me up with Imani!?

Imani: *whispers* mellan!

Zula: What happened to you?

Mellan: I secretly got a love potion on Imani, outside the barrier

Imani: *whispers* mellan no!

Zulo: You guys did it outside the barrier!?

Zula: OUTSIDE THE BARRIER!?!?!

Zulo: *Points at Dagenia* This is your fault!

Dagenia: Oh, OUR fault!?

Liza: Can I say something?

All: NO!!!

Liza: Okay...

Mala: I can’t believe you actually made that deal!

Derik: but it was his fault!

Zula: What did she do to you!?

Mellan: I got a love potion from her!

Imani: *facepalms*

Zulo: This ain’t happening!!

Zula: my bestie!

Jaiden: *looks at his family*

Derik: It was really hot in that cave, mama! It was full of shark milk. and I was half naked!!!

Jaiden: *looks at the luwiki twins*

Zula: Why, zulo!? Why?

Zulo: Because privacy promotes individuality! Unofficial motto! You said so yourself!

Ruth: Well, Jaiden. It looks like we all got something to hide.

All except Ruth and Jaiden: *argues*

Ruth and Jaiden: …

Zulo: That’s it! Dagenia, tell them to leave.

Dagenia: Wait, hold on a sec! First, he was glad he found me, and now you want to get rid of him!?

Zulo: You were about to keep that archeological pig here. *Pointing at tad* Promising him a little place filled with butterflies snd flowers and some babbling brooks.

Ramirez: I might’ve heard that a while back...

Mellan: AAAAAHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!! You see? I should’ve known you were listening. No wonder there’s no privacy with you guys!

Victoria: Oh, you mean, white people!?

Mellan: That’s not what I meant! Positively, that’s all I’m saying. Lots of things here are different...and better.

Dagenia: Different and better how?

Mellan: Like, not starving to death, no warrior jobs.

Dagenia: What’s wrong with warrior jobs!?

Zula: Oh, come on, already! The jobs reeks because you never SHOWERED!

Liza: of course we have showered!

The triple team: with Reeks of love!

Dagenia: At least I smell like me! *Smells mellan* and I don’t even know what you smell like.

Zulo: Flowers and soft rain.

Dagenia: I don’t even know who you are anymore, what with your shiny and your silly ceremonial wedding!! It’s this place! This place is--

Mellan: HOME!!! This place is home!

Dagenia: Home...?

Mellan: This is the place that use to be a luxurious hotel I dreamed about in all of these years. We could’ve be rich together Dagenia. This is our future.

Dagenia: W-Well clearly, I-I don’t like this future. I’m leaving. Are you coming with me?

Mellan: I...I can’t. I told you. I’m happily married to Imani.

Imani: sorry girl. There’s no turning back.

Dagenia: 💢 Then I guess we both have different futures. *Leaves*

Liza: Dagenia? *Ran after her sister*

Zulo: Well, now that that’s, um, settled, who’s up for dessert?

Tad: *To zulo* I told you... I’m not HUNGRY!!! *Throws a empty large bowl of bobotie to zulo*

Zulo: You ate a bobotie?

Tad: Nuh-uh, I ate AAAAAALLLLL of the boboties.

Zulo: *Laughs nervously* N-N-No, no, no, that’s impossible.

Tad: *Shows zulo his full belly and rubs it* not for this American guy!!

Zulo: What have you DONE!?!?!

Zula: They’re just boboties bro.

Zulo: *To his twin sister* Just boboties?! *To mellan* Just boboties, she says! That was the number one rule! *Leaves the dinner table*

Tad: Wait, we’re not done! There was still more I was planning on saying to you! *Leaves the dinner table*

Jaiden: right…I’m gonna wait for cake…

[matthew-gray-gubler-lover]

shopping day (Chip Taylor)

y/n and chip are still eating.

"you know most people think that strawberries are an aphrodisiac, i think sexy men are, i have never been turned on by strawberries have you?" y/n asked.

"um, well i never really had a chance to do anything romantic like that with my ex, she just wanted the sex and be done with me, she was great in bed but she.." he looks down and sighs.

"i'm sorry i didn't mean to upset you, we can talk about something else it was a stupid thing to ask anyway."

"no it wasn't and it's ok i need to talk about it, y/n i never really had romance, like you my partner only cared about just herself never me"

"i'm sorry chip, i know how you feel, i have never had an orgasm, no man ever cared enough to make sure i had one, the last boyfriend i had was when i was 23 i'm 28 now"

"you have never had an orgasm?!!" he lost choked on his pancake.

"nope never, so i just gave up on sex" she shrugged and took another bite of her pancake.

"no women should ever have to give up sex, it's the best feeling in the world, someday you will find a man who loves you so much he will make sure you have an orgasm, many orgasms."

"i hope so, so do you want to go shopping for some clothes now?" she said throwing her napkin down and taking a deep breath, would you like to go shopping now? she asked.

"sure"

"i just have to run by my house, i need my credit card" she told chip standing up.

chip goes back to his room and gets dressed.

chip put the lips shirt back on.

"i hate this shirt so much" he said out loud.

"i will give you a ride chip, as long as you don't mind me stopping at my house first?"

"i don't mind stopping."

they both get in the car and y/n drives to her house.

"you know i was thinking i still have some of my ex's clothes at my house, i was saving it for when i was really, really pissed off so i could burn it, but somehow i never got around to it, you're welcome to it if you want."  y/n told chip looking straight ahead as so drove.

"um, sure, if it's ok with you"

"it's fine with me, but as i said tiny dick so they will be to tight for you" she giggled.

"yeah tiny dick" chip looks down, he doesn't want to keep remembering liza but it keeps happening.

"i mean you will not fit in them very well, but it's just till we get you some new stuff to wear" you tell him pulling in the driveway.

"ok, here we are" you tell him taking off your seatbelt.

"do you want to stay here?" chip askes.

"well it's going to be kind of hard to put some pants on out here don't you think?" you giggle.

"well yes but i don't want to bother you" chip tells you.

you bother me? never" she giggled getting out of the car.

you both walk to the door you unlock the door and walk inside, chip looks around your little one-bedroom house, the sofa is tan there is a Tv in the living room, brown carpet not the color you would have picked but it came with the house.

"the bedroom is just down the hall, and the box is in the closet it's the box that says marks crap, you can't miss it " you tell him.

he walks to the bedroom and turns on the light, your room has a full-size bed with a pink blanket and two pillows, the carpet is the same brown from the living room he sees the closet and opens it there is the box.

"Marks crap, great wearing stuff from a box again, well this must be the box, let's see what we have."

he takes out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt.

"are there any shoes in here?" after moving some more stuff around he sees a pair of shoes, black sinkers, "size 6 well no wonder she never had an orgasm" he smiled.

"did you find it?" you ask from the living room.

"yes i did, what do you think?" he asks walking out of the bedroom.

"very nice you look so much better in them then mark ever did, the jackass."

'well thank you, the shoes didn't fit, so i have to keep these."

"and i see the pants are to tight" you tell him seeing he is big.

"a little bit yeah, but i will get some new ones" he tells you noticing you looking.

you two go to target chip try's on some stuff and shows you, putting on many things at one time, you both had a good laugh about it.

chip gets four pairs of pants and six shirts two pairs of shoes and a few boxer shorts to wear to bed.

after checks out and you both go back to the parking lot and get into your car chip is moving around a lot and you think it's because his pants are to thigh.

"we will be back at my place soon and you can wash you're new pants"

"oh yeah, ok thank you" he answers looking down at his hands that he is wringing.

"are you ok? did i do something to upset you?" you ask.

"no not at all i just wanted to ask you something and i don't really know how"

"well what is it? you can ask me"

"well if...if you have given up on sex then why did you tell bernard that you would have gone back to my room with me if i had asked you too?" he asks looking right at you.

you pull of the road and turn your body so you are facing him.

"chip i would have gladly gone back to your room with you because i didn't want to give up sex, believe me, but as i said the men i have had sex with, well i hated it, it wasn't good and you know how that feels so i didn't want that kind of sex, but you i can see that you are the kind of lover that wants to make a women feel god, and that is why i would have gone back with you" you tell him putting your hand on his.

[contest-winning-pest]

For Want Of A Maylene (What Once Was Wrong)

"Another? -- Candice. That's fifteen already before this new kid. You can't--"

"What else am I supposed to do?" Candice said.

The vibes in the Champion's Villa off to the east of Snowpoint sank another few degrees. "What should you do? You know what you should do, Candice! Hire people! Get someone in to help them, not just physically, but mentally! And this one's an orphan!"

"No! No, it's fine. I'll just... I just need to give it my all and it'll--"

"Thought and Emotions-- It's ripping you up. It's been ripping you up for months. And now you have to take in this new kid-- what was her name?"

"-- Kerry. Her name is Kerry. We found her halfway to freezing to death in the snow."

"Have you asked anyone for help yet?"

"... Not yet."

"Candice!"

"-- I know! .... And she said she can't travel across the mountain yet. I figured, I'd help her get stronger."

"Or! Orrrrrrr." Maylene leaned over the table. "You can take her on a boat trip, and me and Crasher Wake can take care of her until you've hired on some people and gotten proper care together!"

"... You're right. I know you're right. Why can't I make myself see it?"

"It's fine. That's why we're a League, not A bunch of Gym Leaders. I have a few people in the Heya, and Crasher's famous for having a lot of good staff. I'll help Kerry, and we can ask around for volunteers. Okay?"

"... Yeah. Yeah! Why am I half-assing being a Gym Leader!?"

"Eh?"

"Though-- I'll need to start finding proper staff, and you're right we need to investigate the Lakefront, but..."

"-- Either way," Maylene said, "Let's get it done tomorrow."

~ ~ ~

"Hey, Kerry?" Candice called, into the dorm room. The curtains were open, but Kerry herself lay curled up on the bed, still around Li. "You have a visitor."

"What for?" She said, forlornly.

"I... Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Maylene, of Veilstone."

"-- The sumotori!?"

"Ah--- haha, yes, though that's... not really my career..."

~ ~ ~

"Hey!" Meylene scooted one of her bowls across the table to Kerry. "Eat up, we got a lot to do today."

"I already ate, though...?" Kerry said, staring at the bowl.

"Yeah, and we're going to be working hard today, too, to help ourselves and our Pokemon get stronger! That means you need energy. Which means you need food."

"Grandpa said to never have a second bowl and to always feed your Pokemon first."

"Nnn. Well, he's not wrong, but that's no excuse to neglect your own health! We have plenty for everyone!"

~ ~ ~

".... What's up? This wasn't the first sparring session where it felt like you were..."

"It's exhausting, okay? I... I've been training but there's just so much Aura around me it's--"

"Oh, you use Aura?" Maylene paused. "Let me have you and Li talk with my Lucario a bit..."

~ ~ ~

"Doing better, I see."

"Yeah! Thanks so much for showing me that. I just wish Grandpa were here."

"Your grandfather? What was he like?"

"Well. I mean-- OK. So, when I was a little younger, Grandpa started teaching me survival, and then, when I'd done that, he'd take me out to orienteer and leave me out in the woods around Acuity for a long time. One time, when this was taking me--"

"Wait, back up. Your grandfather abandoned you in the woods?"

"He knew I'd be okay!"

"He abandoned you! In the woods! That's not an okay thing to do to a child!"

"wh-- no, that's normal, that's not the point of the story--"

~ ~ ~

"So you're gonna be my exchange penpal?"

"Yeah! I really hope you keep in touch with all your friends in Veilstone. And learn to surf!"

"Haha, I'd love to do that, actually," Kerry responded, shaking the Hoenni girl's hands warmly. A slight warmth spread through her.

~ ~ ~

"I've been having more nightmares. I think it's related to Mt. Chimney."

"... Hm. I'll talk with Flannery and Liza and Tate. See what they have to say about it."

~ ~ ~

"Well, now. Yes, you will do quite nicely. As I'm sure you're already aware, given your stamps and badges, you'll need to hone those psychic abilities so that they don't drown out what you're hoping for. I can help with that. But I think we won't have as much time as you hope. Strange things are alreqady happening. I'll join you on your journey across Hoenn, but for now, let's get you a Starter and get you going."

"Are you sure? I mean. There's so much I have yet to learn--"

"No, I'm sure. You'll be perfect. Seeing it in person is a fantastic way to understand the world arond you.

"... And I really can come back at any time?"

"Always," Brawly said.

".... Then I'll go with you."

~ ~ ~

"Senri! I--"

"Oh! You're that gym trainer from Dewford, right? You're just in time. This boy wants to go out and catch his first Pokemon, but I don't have time between taking a challenge and--"

"Kerry!?"

"Satoshi!?"

"What are you doing here!?"

Wally cleared his throat.

"Ah-- yeah, of course I'll go help, if you'll loan us a Pokemon..."

[breanutbutter]

Left it all behind *Sam x OC*

*hey all! This is my first published fic so kindness is super appreciated that being said if you have any constructive suggestions those are more than welcomed! I’m hoping to make this a chaptered series so let me know how you like it! Please enjoy!*

Sam x OC

No triggers

2925 words

Summary: Sam and Liza are friends from college, Liza invites Sam to a graduation party and he stands her up. They lose connection and haven’t seen each other in 4 years. Liza doesn’t know why san fell off the face of the earth h but she’s happy to reconnect.

Chapter 1:

*Flashback to 2005*

Liza’s pov

2005 was my year, I was finally finishing my bachelors degree in History after many hours of cramming for exams and forgetting to eat. it was finally all worth it. I poured my blood sweat and soul into this degree. I'm pretty damn proud of myself. I only have a few more months left to finish studying and I'll be free.

Student life has been exhausting. Whoever told me it would be the best years of my life are absolutely full of it.

As I'm in the library staring at the few words I scribbled out in my notebook for the essay I'm supposed to be writing, I see a familiar flash of messy chestnut hair rush past me. I set my pen down and rotate my body to get a better view of the guy with the hair of course it’s Sam. Sam and I weren't very close to say the least we didn’t know each other very well at all we had a few mutual friends at school that caused us to cross paths pretty often. We met in the fall 4 years ago. My friends knew Sam's friends. He's been at most events I attend so he's comforted me in a weird i-don’t-know-you way. I've always been good at reading people, from strangers to friends I had a bad feeling about. Sam tries to act polished and put together but I can tell there's something in his life causing him to hide his true self. He’s always a storm of chaos flying through the halls in a rush darting from side to side. He’s always in a wrinkled collared shirt strung over his body, never tucked in his pants neatly like our peers. I just know there's something in him he’s ashamed of. “Hey Sam!” I shout down the library aisle at the lanky boy that's scurrying off somewhere probably late for something important. He turned his body to face me stopping dead in his tracks, there was a smear of sweat over his forehead causing him to swipe his hand over it wiping it away. He looked like a mess of lost time and stress, his face twisted up in a look of confusion as to why i’m calling him over.

“Are you going to Ethan's graduation party in two weeks? ” I asked him to cross my legs over each other resting my cheek in the palm of my hand. He cocked an eyebrow up at me “i don’t think i was invited” he shrugged about to turn away seemingly to dart off for whatever reason. “That's okay you can be my plus one. See you then Sam "I smile as I wave him off. He offers me a curt nod and shy goofy grin. Ethan is our mutual friend, he's friends with Sam’s girlfriend Jessica. That's why I thought it was odd he wasn't invited or maybe he just didn't want to make small talk with me there. I finish my last couple of sentences before I pack it up and stuff my book in my backpack, the interaction still lingering on my brain.

*2 weeks after the initial interaction*

My brain shocks me back to reality as I remember the conversation I had with Sam two weeks prior. Twas the night of Ethan's big graduation party. Ethan explained that he likes to throw his party before graduation so we could finish studying and give us a bit of relief before the big exam comes up which is much appreciated. After letting my mind wander back to Sam for a short moment I realize it's already 5pm and the party starts at 7pm. After lots of deliberation I decide to hop in the shower to scrub the grime of the day off my body. I run myself a steamy shower and glide in letting the warmth engulf my cold body. I dip my head under the stream making sure my hair gets evenly coated with the hot water before I begin my normal shower routine. After my relaxing shower I wrap my favorite pink fluffy towel around my body tucking in the loose end under my armpit making my way back to my room. I let my damp towel fall to the floor as I picked out my outfit. I normally go for the safest option: a collared shirt and a modest pair of taupe pants but tonight I decided to go out with a bang. I flip through my abundance of modest attire and reach for my black strappy dress. It fits my body in all the right places. It accentuates my slim waist and allows enough cleavage to give a taste of what’s underneath the dress. I smile to myself and slip it on after my underwear and bra. I finish up my hair and makeup with just enough time to drive over to Ethan’s house. I greet my best friend who grew up in a similar family situation as me: wealthy and unable to be reckless. We grew up with each other and were as close as two peas in a pod. She’s the one I can rant to about my parents considering she understands how old wealthy parents are she gives great advice. Olivia was just finishing up talking to Ethan when she greeted me “hey girl right on time as always” she slapped me on the shoulder pointing at the overhead clock showing I was in fact not on time and I was almost 30 minutes late. I laugh and shove her back “hey it takes time to look this good!” I shout in her direction. After I shrug off my coat and shoes she pulls me into Ethan’s lush kitchen pausing to grab two shot glasses.

“We’re letting loose tonight” she says as she reaches for the vodka I audibly gag “fuck dude vodka tastes like rubbing alcohol” I hiss as she chuckles and pours out shots “don’t be a puss” she says. I bring the cold bitter liquid and suck it back feeling the burning sensation hit the back of my throat “I hate you” I say slamming down my glass causing an echo to ring through Ethan’s very large house.

After a couple more shots we end up mingling in the living room. I'm constantly checking my watch waiting for Sam’s arrival but he doesn’t show. After two hours goes by I look at the door and let a disappointed sigh pass through my lips. I don’t know why I care so much. I don't even know the guy yet I’m here anxiously waiting for his arrival. Another hour goes by so do a few more shots and by this time I’m living my best life and dancing to I wanna dance with somebody with Olivia and a few other drunk girls. I pause halfway through the song to glance at the door. Nothing. I nervously look around and pull my phone out of my purse, shooting a quick text his way ‘hey Sam! you coming tonight?’ I quickly send it and push my phone back to its confines of my purse. I easily forget about the whole Sam situation and eventually I’m wasted and it’s time to head home. Sam never texted me back; he stood me up. I shoved the thought out of my head as I stumbled through my door. He wasn’t even my friend, he probably had other plans.

I stripped out of my clothes and dove into my bed happy to head to bed after an exciting and excruciating night.

Present day 5 years later (2009)

I open my eyes as the sound of my alarm clock blares through the room. I squint as I roll over to check the time “shit” I mutter it’s already 8:15am I’m going to be late for work. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and jump up out of the warmth enclosing me. I leap into my closet and grab a white button up shirt with a small yellow daisy on the breast pocket, a black pencil skirt and my favorite black blazer. I quickly throw my outfit on my body and run to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I stare at myself in the mirror as I am cleaning my teeth, a mixture of toothpaste and saliva dripping down my chin. I'm unable to believe I’m late for work. little miss perfect is never late. I shake my head and spit the toothpaste into the sink. I’ve only been late once in my life: senior year of college that following Monday after Ethan’s graduation party. I was so stuck in my head as to why Sam never showed up. Rejection was my biggest enemy and I over thought every little thing even back then. I barely knew the guy yet I was so disappointed he turned me down for some reason. I shook the past out of my head and decided to focus on the now: getting to work as soon as possible. After slipping in some orthopedic flats I grabbed my coffee mug, purse and keys and raced out the door. I ended up late to work and was stuck in rush hour for nearly an hour.

I rushed into the museum huffing and puffing, setting my purse and coffee cup down at my desk. It wasn’t like I would get in trouble for my late arrival after all I was the head conservator . It was more of an internal issue I’ve dealt with for as long as I could remember.

“Hey Elizabeth what’s got you so out of breath?” My coworker Brent asked with a look of worry plastered on his face “I’m late” I said between breaths. He nodded and gave me a gently smile before turning on his heels,as soon as he was almost out of my office he turned back around “oh Elizabeth I almost forgot 2 Agents from the FBI have requested a meeting with our conservator and that would be you, they’ll be here in an hour” he smile and resumed his journey out of my office. “Thanks Brent!” I shout to him as he saunters away. I finally get a chance to sit down and enjoy my coffee over my many emails. What kind of business does the FBI have here at an art museum? I push the thoughts to the back of my head and let my breathing get back to normal. After about an hour I hear a knock on my office door “come in '' I shout. Brent pushes the door open with a small nudge and smiles politely at me “they’re here Elizabeth '' I nod my head and gather up my paperwork. “Show them the way to conference room 2 I’ll be there shortly, thanks Brent '' I give a swift nod before packing up my stuff to bring into the conference room, I’m unsure of what they’re looking for so it’s better to be prepared. I make my way to the conference space with my stack of paperwork and my laptop bag slung over my left shoulder. I give it a gentle nudge and it swings right open.

I step into the large room and set all my paperwork and laptop bag on the large conference table in the middle of the room before making any introductions. My back was turned to the two men as I prepared all of my information in a nice spread on the table. Once I finished laying everything neatly out I cleared my throat and turned around to face them. I firstly notice a man a little taller than me who gives me an almost forced smile and proceeds to introduce himself “ thank you for meeting us Miss Thayer i’m agent Hamil and this is Agent ford” the man says offering his hand to shake mine. I extend my hand into his and give him a firm handshake with a smile on my face. “It's a pleasure to meet you Agent, please call me Liza” I say gingerly before letting my eyes wander to the taller boy beside him. I only had a small glance at him previously while i was talking to agent Hamil so i didn't get a good view of him yet. As my eyes find his face I begin to wonder where I knew him from. He looked awfully familiar yet I couldn't place my finger on it. The taller boy snaps me out of my staring spell and extends his hand out to mine “nice to meet you miss” he says before taking a step back shuffling in his spot. As I hear his hoarse voice my mind is able to source whose voice it is: Sam Winchester’s. I am so beyond confused at this moment that my brain is running in overdrive. I swallow the saliva in my mouth harshly before offering them a seat. Sam looks the same as I last saw him yet different at the same time. He's taller and older yet there's something sadder in his eyes. He looks exhausted from life. He let his hair grow out, he could barely see over the mop of shaggy hair sitting on his head and now his hair is about chin length it suits him this way. I take a breath and turn my head to Sam nervously. What if he doesn’t remember me? Will he laugh at me or think im stupid? What if it isn’t even him? “Sam Winchester?” I blurt out my brain spitting those words out before I even have time to think if I want to ask him that question.

Sam gives me a confused look as if he’s unsure of how to respond. He doesn’t answer my question but explains why they are meeting with me. Sam talks for a few minutes about an artifact they are investigating before his partner, the shorter one from earlier interrupts him. “Where do you think you know him from?” he asks coldly pointing to his partner, it seemed like the question was still on his mind. I brush the strand of hair out of my face and look over at them. “I’m sorry for the abrupt question you look like someone i went to college with” i look down at my feet feeling the embarrassment ripple over my body and hit my face causing a sense of warmth to heat my cheeks up. His partner who I assumed was Sam pipes up “what college did you go to” he asks looking at me with a look of interest “stanford” i reply still looking at the hardwood floors. I look up and my eyes meet his, he has a look of remembrance on his face and grins widely “Liza Thayer? Whoa it's been awhile” his partner punches him in the arm and gives him a look of what-are-you-doing. I faintly hear agent hamil or whatever his name is angry whisper into sam’s ear “we’re working a case man stop flirting with the museum lady” they continued to silently argue before sam looked back at me from across the table “so how have you been?” he asked so casually and all i’m wondering is where he's been after he stood me up and dropped off of the face of the earth. “You know, living life. How have you been? How’s Jess?” I ask, the air seems to shift after i ask about Jessica Sam shuffles into his seat uncomfortably “uh Jessica passed away the night of the party” she speaks slowly and looks away “i’m so sorry” i say softly giving him an empathic look.

We stop talking about our personal lives after that and begin talking about artifacts, giving them the info they need. “Here’s a little more in depth information on the origin and other useful things about the tablet you are investigating” I say and hand them a few loose papers I scooped up off the table. They nod and thank me for the help “come around if you have any more questions” I smile as i stand up. “Thanks for the help” Sam says once more before they both exit my office.

After the long day I settle in my cozy pjs on my couch with a warm mug of tea between my hands trying to wrap my head around the day. I was late and I ran into Sam, what an unexpected day. I felt bad about Jessica, this whole time I was victimizing myself when it wasn’t even about me. Sam went through a whole loss that night and I was worried that he stood me up? Boo hoo. I just switched friends on the tv when I heard my phone ring. I saunter over to my home phone that's primarily for business calls. I pick up and hear Brent on the other line “someone broke into the museum” he said panic running evidently through his voice. “What?’” I ask not expecting to hear that at 8pm at night. Brent explains the whole situation to me about how an ancient tablet was stolen shortly after close and that i need to come down and access the scene. I nod into the phone as if he could see me “I'll be down as soon as possible. Thank you for letting me know Brent, "I say before hanging the phone up. What is up with today? I think to myself before rushing out of the house to investigate whatever the hell is going on.

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7.10.24 Wednesday

12:06 am

Still,have windblow...

Hmm....A long time ago there were mysteries here in this village like whenever we are having a nightmare or bad dreams...

There are people who controlled our mind or dreams... I was awakened by a nightmare few minutes ago... That someone is pressing me down in my dream that I can't move and I simply pray and it is gone...

4:52 am

Still,have windblow...

I wanna leave Cavite coz there are negative force here but hoping for a positive energies...

17 years, I feel fat,old and ugly just by simply being here... Totally unfair!!!

I wanna get my cousin-white and Garret is an inspiration...

I feel self-pity,they took my 17 years without a fair fight... They want me to fade and not my ideal life....I don't wanna be ugly coz I didn't know anything to harm anyone since 2007! Some cruel people are just really wicked!

4:59 am

Still,have windblow...

Thanks Marah & Kuya Erning for this 13th water container.

Kuya Erning is asking a payment coz he needs to change the filter...

This will be my problem these days aside from my loans...

9:29 am

Still,have windblow...

I'm worrying so much coz a lot of things are happening beyond my approval and without my knowledge....I feel sad since 2007....Someone took someone, some took my life and I don't know what was and still their plan....

I'm not existing and I feel bad angels... I can't exist... I can't get progress here, I don't know why...

See??? I hate it, I'm just aging for nothing and having wrinkles without a history or no adventures...

I wasn't able to get the friends that I want but thankful on some good samaritan along the way.

I just wanna get my cousin-white and Garret is an inspiration...

I will angry if I can't get my cousin-white... I feel jealous or envious on everything!

11:18 am

Not my ideal life here... We don't have enough food but I'm still chubby... Coz I can't go back to gym...

I feel bitter, I need a bf to assist me like my cousin white...Garret is inspiration.

12:55 noon

Done,eating lunchie and I need to exercise again coz last night my s-bones are painful and my shoulders are stiff, some muscles are still aching... I need to maintain stretching and exercise... I can't go back to gym...

How can I get my cousin-white to be my bf? I'm so frustrated here...

Phyllis is my real name cousin-white...

2:17 pm

I actually don't like Ate Liza but she owned a carinderia'z but I think her family is in ritual as well... I just asked for coffee and she didn't want to help me or assist me everytime, I asked for a coffee... I think they are in rituals as well...

I really wanna leave Cavite the family is having insanity... I feel bad,I can't get progress...

I wanna go back to gym and I wanna have lots of coffee and coffee machine....I really feel fat,ugly and old for nothing...

I feel self-pity here in Cavite and there are people who are organize to keep on bugging my entire future.... I wanna meet some old good friends but I don't want to appear flat...It is my major complex...So, I'm not sure...

What I need now, is a very supportive-bf who will just support and follow me like my cousin-white and Garret the inspiration...

I want us to be "Barbie & Ken"... My bf to be...

I hope my angels will do something about this... Don't make me Juliet, it's been 17 years and you didn't allow me to progress... I feel hurt for 17 years,taking away everything from me. Stealing my career, my social life, my love life and worst my future...

2:38 pm

Still,have windblow...

Sometimes I'm becoming emotional... I feel bad, I'm losing him and losing my future...

8:04 pm

Still,have windblow...

It's been 17 years, too much and too long...I wanna get my cousin-white and I'm becoming emotional these days...

I can't go back to gym... I was in AF.... I want my vanities and I'm losing my future...

9:12 pm

Still,have windblow...

Playing on my "Pinterest"...

Seeing kitchen again... It is something... What did you do in the kitchen?

The modern retro theme is not bad coz I'm still seeing a windblow at the end... Cute,clean and fresh...

Just thinking of my future... I wanna get my cousin-white... Garret is an inpiration...

I feel frustrated angels...

I feel bullshit!!! I feel self-pity... I wanna get my cousin-white... I feel ugly,fat and old...

It is so cute to have this retro table.... If you can't reach the top at least you can have the retro and botox and my retinol? Hahah...

This is a good plan...

9:45 pm

I feel self-pity angels... I need money and job... I'm losing my future...

[thin-violin]

ana diary

there’s this girl, maybe we’ll call her Liza. Liza has an eating disorder, and just needs everybody to fucking know. (she has her personality problems, i’d never be friends with her one way or another).

but whenever she’s with anyone, she just has to announce how she hasn’t eaten, and it makes me insane because i also have never eaten by that point in the day!!! but i don’t brag about it bc i’m not a shitty person who wants to deliberately bring down the vibe for a little attention??

like, it’s entirely one thing to seek out help, to confide in the people close to you. it’s totally something else to brag about your eating disorder just so people will stress themselves with trying to save you! you are 21, not 15. it’s too old to be so inconsiderately throwing around words that you know affect people.

and that’s what makes me So Mad when people do this (anyone, Liza, or anyone else) because when you have an eating disorder or you struggle with disordered eating, you Know how deeply and legitimately words alone can impact someone. one mention of someone’s eating disorder is enough to send someone spiraling. we all know this, it’s literally half the battle. the whole thing takes you over, anything can trigger you. i know this, liza knows this, we all know this!!

and there are a bunch of younger (smaller) students in my major who brag about their eating disorders too… they’re typically only 18-19, but definitely old enough to understand.

anyways, that’s why my eating disorder has actually come back so severely this time. is because ppl around me kept bragging.

i have a couple closer friends who’ve also dealt with eating disorders and honestly?? praying to god that they don’t notice because that’s not something i can deal with!!! (also, i’ve had conversations with both of them about being affected by people who brag about their eating disorders… i really hope they don’t think too closely about any of it)

i have another friend who, maybe i’m being paranoid, but i swear he knows. maybe it was just because we were both drunk/high/crossed (dunno which he was, but i know which one i was!) and he hits me with the

“i was just thinking about how important what we put in our bodies is. we really need to nourish ourselves, that stuff really impacts you.”

and i was like “hehe yeah 😶”

also… speaking of being high… i get so wired sometimes now after i smoke. not always because i have the tolerance of a god! but, especially when i was dealing with a lot of anxiety, just a little weed was sending me to shakeville! she was fr vibrating after half a bowl and then cried in front of my friend

anyway, things aren’t going the greatest, i’m struggling to keep this whole eating disorder thing under wraps. but at this point, i’m a fully grown adult, i like to think that everyone will just turn a blind eye bc it’s my life and it’s not their job to help me.

but i need someone to help me!! i need someone to help me recover! even though i can’t recover because i’ll immediately gain back everything i lost, and very realistically more as well!! so i just need people to notice because i’ve worked so hard at starving myself and i’m the only one who can appreciate my efforts. and i need everyone to not see a thing because i’m so so so sooo ashamed of it all

[thelizaxevans]

"One vanilla bean donut coming right up." Liza moved to grab one from the display and as she did the boy spoke and she laughed, nodding. "They are. There's a lot of flowers that are edible really, you just need to know how to work with them and what pairs well. Otherwise you'll end up regretting a lot of life choices and eating something akin to sweet dirt."

Handing over the donut, Liza then moved to grab two cookies and wrapped them up before handing them over as well. "I hope he likes them! And you too- even if you're kinda stuck with them since I don't exactly have a cash register to offer a refund if they suck. Best I'd be able to do is offer a freebie at the bakery or something."

"Vanilla bean! That's still pretty classic, and I like the flowers on them." Creative and very in theme for the festival. Though he has to wonder if lavender is a real flavor. Or is it more like blue raspberry - something made up and named off the color. For fear of being insulting and exercising his ill-used brain to mouth filter, Ash chooses to not suggest such a thing. "Those are real flowers?! Woah, that's pretty cool, actually! I've heard of dandelion tea before." If dandelions are even considered a flower- so many people shun them as leaves while Asher sees them as little suns popping out of the dirt. "My friend will probably be surprised they're edible too - but yeah, can I have two of those, then?"

[storytimewithanonwriter]

Songbird

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Part 8

Single Mom!reader x Tasm!Peter

Taglist

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@paw-sneeze, @harryownsmysoultpwk @fairyy27 @gwenstacy-ghostspider

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Warning for series: fluff, a cute baby, mention of food, mention of sex, implied sex, blood, and injuries, curse words, the use of y/n…, nicknames for the reader: love, bird, songbird, birdie ( probably more), not the best writing and lots of typos !! Lol

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Hi all!! I hope you are having a wonderful week! Here is the next installment of Songbird! I have been working on a requested one-shot… I’m super excited about so be on the lookout for it! This part …🥰🥰🥰! I hope you enjoy! My requests are open! Love ya!!-K

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“ Sooo… how it going with Peter ?” Eliza had been busy with a court case the past week. She stopped by to say hey to Maisie during pizza night, and you hadn’t seen her since.

“ it’s been great. Val took Maze on Saturday so we could have a date night. The girls loved having a baby spa day. I loved having my apartment alone with my boyfriend.”

“ I bet you did!” She laughed into the phone.

“ Shut it! When are you done? Maze keeps asking for you.”

“ Tell MJ Auntie Liza I am almost done with this case! I will be done tomorrow just have some closing stuff. Shopping and lunch! And you can have a day with Peter! It will be great. “

“ MJ?”

“Yep! I think it’s cute! Maisie Jane shorten to MJ.”

“It is cute! I really need the day to get stuff for someone’s birthday. She wants a Piderella birthday!?! How the hell am I gonna pull that one off?”

“ Ah! You have the theatre hive mind . They can figure it out.”

“ True! Hey, Peter just walked in. We are gonna go to dinner early. He has to go over help May with a few things tonight.”

“Bye love you”

“ Bye!”

“ Hi honey!” You smiled “ let me get Maisie and we can head out. Are you ok?”

Peter smiled. He was exhausted. He had been out late the night before patrolling and then had work.

“ I’m tired that’s all.”

“ We don’t have to go out. We can order in or I can cook. Ooo! I can make that pasta dish I have wanted to try!”

“If that’s what you want to do , I’m ok with that.” He smiled.

“ Alright, a night in it is! You sit! Take a nap! Maisie and I will cook .” You smiled.

“ I’m fine honestly.” Peter smiled

“ I will come get you when dinner is ready.”

Peter ended up falling asleep on your couch.

“ My Pete sleep . He very sleepy.” Maisie said as you walked past him. You had already gave Maisie her dinner and her bath. It was time to put her to bed.

As she walked past Peter, she patted his head.

“ good night my Pete.”

Once Maze fell asleep, you returned to the living room to find Peter waking up.

“ Good Morning , Sleeping beauty” you smiled .

“ How long was I out? “ Peter yawned.

“ Well, Maisie and I cooked. She ate and had her bath. Now, she is zonked out. So…. About an hour and a half.” You smiled

“ Birdie, I’m so sorry . We were..”

“Pete, stop it. It’s ok. You needed rest. You ready to eat?”

“Yeah, I’m starving !”

You two are diner. Peter helped you clean up the kitchen before giving you a quick kiss goodbye.

He had to do Spider-Man things tonight. Since he came home from Peter 1’s universe, Peter made more time for Peter Parker things. Often nowadays, Peter has to make himself do Spider-Man things. He would much rather spend his time with you.

Tonight was one of those nights. He had heard buzz about something happening at the docks, so he had to check it out. After he left your place, he headed there. He wanted to try to make it home to you. He stayed by the docks for hours to no avail. He finally decided to head home when he heard the sirens.

….

Peter tried keeping spider-man out of his personal life. After Gwen, he didn't want to risk anything happening to anyone he cared about. You and Maisie were at the top of the list. The less you know about Peter’s connection to Spider-Man, the better. Peter was going to keep Spider-Man far away from you and Maisie. The closest he came to revealing his second identity was the night he crashed into something while returning from Peter One's universe, and you came up to investigate. He keeps in mind what Peter two told him. And he decided to keep his secret as long as he could from you and Maisie.

But tonight, he needed help. He headed toward the sirens to find a robbery in progress. Peter went to stop the getaway car only to be hit and drug for four blocks. He was in so much pain. He knew he would need someones to help, but he didn’t have anywhere to go to get it. So, he came to the place he felt the safest with you. May was at work so he couldn’t see her for help. So, dressed in his suit, he knocked on your bedroom window. Your light came on, and you peeked out of the baby blue curtains in your bedroom.

Opening the window “ Spider-Man, holy shit! What are you doing here? Oh my god, your hurt. “

He spoke, trying to change his voice so you couldn’t recognize him .“ Hi, I was in the neighborhood and got banged up pretty bad. I know your boyfriend, Peter. He takes photos of me sometimes. I went to see if he could help, but he was not home. I remember him saying that his girlfriend lived downstairs from him. And she was very kind….”

“ come in, come in. Yeah... Uh, I can help you... yeah, no problem at all. We just have to be quiet. My daughter is sleeping in the next room. “

“oh, yeah ok “

You helped Spider-Man into your bedroom through the window.

“ you can sit here” pointing to your bed. Looking over the injured hero, you ask,

“can you take the top half of your suit? “. You looked over what was left of his suit, your shutter. Poor Pider has a rough night. “I can see why you needed someone’s help. Too many boo-boos to fix by yourself, huh?”

“ boo-boos? “ he laughed. “Yeah, give me a second “ Peter peeled off the top part of the tattered suit. You watch and shutter as he winced in pain.

“ so, can I ask you what happened?” You asked as you gathered supplies and began to work on Spider-Man’s injuries.

“ bank robbery, the getaway car hit me. Then proceeded to drag me a few blocks. “

“ Oh, shit. That doesn't sound very good. Does this happen a lot?

“ injuries are a part of the job.” Peter laughed, then sighed.“ It’s a lot sometimes .”

“ I can only imagine! What is it like being a superhero? Do you enjoy it? Sorry! I’m asking a lot of questions. It’s just not every day you meet Spider-Man. “

“ I don’t mind . I guess being a “superhero” is ok… it’s hard to have a normal life , because of the mask….I have been trying to make time for typical me. “

“ normal you, it’s crazy to think you literally could be anybody! I mean I could know you. It’s just wild to think about it… it’s good that you take time for “ normal you” . You may be a superhero, but you need to take care of yourself out of the mask as well.”

you smiled at Peter . Your smile always warmed him up.

He was lost in your eyes for a moment before saying “ alright, love. You keep asking me questions; only think it fair I get to ask you something now.”

“ Sure, Pider .”

Peter smiled at the name Maisie called him all the time. Peter knew what it meant, but Spider-Man didn’t.

“ Pider?”

“ oh, Maisie, my daughter, calls you “ Pider” she is almost two and can’t quite get Spider-Man out. She used to call you “er,” and then came “ pider.” It made Peter so jealous! She would say “Pider” and would only call him “ p” for the longest time .” You laughed, thinking of Peter’s reaction. “She broke her arm two weeks ago, and Peter got her a plush Spider-Man. She takes it everywhere. “Pider sleep. Pider eats “ it’s very adorable. I had to make him a matching costume for her spring show. And I’m pretty sure he will be Toto’s you in the Wizard of Oz at my school. My students made Maisie Toto… I’m sorry I’m rambling.”

You were right. It was utterly adorable.“ No! No! That’s very sweet. So, I know your daughter’s name now, but what is yours? “

“ Oh! Yeah, I’m y/n! Sorry! Wow, I guess I’m just starstruck! it’s nice to meet you Spider-Man.”

“ that’s a beautiful name.” Peter smiled under his mask.

You smiled

Hissing in pain as you disinfected a cut on Peter’s back, he pulled away slightly.

“ oh, I’m so sorry! This next one will hurt pretty badly as well, but good news, I’m almost done with this part. I still have to get gravel out of a few wounds …. But you don’t need stitches! Which is good for you because I'm terrible at them, you should ask Peter! I have Princess bandaids or bandaids with well you on them for the small boo-boos. And every time someone gets a boo-boo on this apartment, they get a feel better prize. So, I have stickers, gummy bears, and coffee. I also have stronger things like shots, wine, or beer if that’s what you need. Your choice!”

Peter laughed at you. He loved how generous and kind you were to a (kind of) total stranger. You were indeed yourself with everyone you met.

“ I’m going to go with gummy bears and princess bandaids. “

“Nice choices, Mr. Spider-Man. I would have chosen the same. “

“ you wouldn't choose band-aids for me,” you both laughed “ I’m going to have to tell Peter to thank you. He was right about you.”

“ No, thank you. You do so much for this city. I don’t think you get enough credit. What was Peter say about me?”

“He said you were kind, caring, smart, funny, and beautiful. He said that he thinks he is falling hard for you. I … uhh .. saw him the day after your first date. He said, “ I'm going to marry her one day .”

“ he said all that?”

“He did.”

“ I'm going to marry her someday,” you said to yourself quietly and smiled.

You both sat in silence as you finished pulling gravel out of his wounds and cleaning them.

“Well, Pider, you are all fixed. “You smiled.

The sounds of Maisie crying filled the air.

“ Ahh, Princess MJ has awoken Sir Spider. I must be off. “

Peter froze . MJ. He never heard you call Maisie “MJ”.

“ MJ?”

“ Yeah, Maisie Jane. My sister started calling her MJ recently, and I kinda picked up on it.“ you laughed.

MJ. Every Peter Parker had a May, Ben, Ned, and y/n. Peter had found everyone except “his” MJ. He honestly thought he didn’t have an MJ like the others. The Peters’ lives were similar, but not the same, just like Peter 2 said. Peter One’s y/n is one of his best friends. Peter Two’s y/n is the babysitter. And you are well... His songbird, his best friend, turned into his girlfriend and, hopefully someday, his wife. Peter One’s Ned is his best friend. Peter Two’s Ned is his doorman, and your Peter’s Ned is the new guy at the lab. Both of the other Peter’s MJ are their loves. He decided the day he returned that you, his songbird, were the one he had been looking for. So, he didn't seek out “his” MJ. But he never had to look for her; he had his MJ all along. Maisie was Peter’s MJ. Someone he loves and cares about. Maisie, who he has watched, grow up over the past year. Maisie, who, every morning, Peter hears the pitter-patter of her feet as she runs across the floor. Maisie, who calls him “ my Peter.” Peter’s mind was racing. It all made sense. Maise is his MJ.

“ Umm...Pider? Are you there? “ Peter was lost in his thoughts.

“Yeah, sorry.”

“ Well, ok... Umm. Anyway, you can stay here in my room. Get comfortable and rest. Maisie will be up for a while, or if she falls back asleep, it will be on me in the bed. You don’t have to stay, but you do seem exhausted. “

“ mama! “Maise cried

Peter was still processing everything. He also was so tired that he could think clearly, to begin with. He honestly hated the thought of having to move anymore this evening. “I honestly don't think I can move yet, so I'm just staying here for a bit. Thank you for everything, y/n. “

“ Anytime, Pider.if you need anything just let me know.” And you were off, leaving Peter to his thoughts.

[football-writing]

Jack Grealish - real smooth

Note: I haven't seen the david and liza vid that this request was based on, and I have the attention span of fresh gravy so I didn't watch it either lmao. But I had a bit of an idea in mind for this more like Mason's fifa forfeit vid with Chunkz (let's be honest that vid was hilarious I still watch it sometimes for laughs lmao) anyway I hope that's okay. Also this features other players too bc why not

Warnings: contains some curse words probably, slight mentions of sexy times at the end, also I have no idea how waxing actually works as my only knowledge comes from that Mason vid so,, this is probably not accurate sorry xoxo

Hope you enjoy babes x

It wasn't unusual for Jack to invite some of his friends over whenever he had a day off. In fact, his days off were usually spend either with you or with his friends, most often opting for eating out with you before getting back and playing fifa with the boys for well past midnight. Today was no different. You had occupied yourself with a book and and cup of tea in your shared bedroom, while Jack was downstairs with his friends playing fifa. Their yelling and laughter could be heard even from behind the closed bedroom door. Not that it bothered you too much: as long as they were having fun and cleaning up after themselves once they left, it was fine by you.

However, it surprised you to hear footsteps coming up to the stairs, then down the hallway to your room. They had everything they needed downstairs, and never before had they bothered you upstairs, so why would they now?

A knock sounded on your bedroom door and you yelled out a quick 'yeah' as you closed your book and sat up on the bed, curious as to what it was they needed.

"Hey angel." Jack said as his head popped through the door before making his way into your bedroom, sitting down defeatedly onto the edge of your bed. He had a slight pout on his face, and bit his bottom lip nervously as he looked at you.

"What's wrong, baby? Please tell me you didn't break anything down there." You said, a stern look plastered on your face.

"No, no, it's nothing like that. It's just- uhm." He hesitated as he looked down, playing with the hem of his shirt instead of maintaining eye contact with you. Worry took over your features. What was he up to now?

"We were playing fifa forfeit, right. And Ben said I had to wax my legs if I lost-"

"Oh my god, Jack!" A releaved sigh left her lips. It was never gonna be anything serious with these boys anyway. She should've known better. "Did you lose, though? Please tell me you did."

He only nodded in response, and she let out a squeel as she fell back on the bed.

"That's hilarious, I was worried there for a second, but this is great."

"Don't get too excited. The boys asked if I'd ask you if you had any wax. But I just came up here to chat for a bit and then I'll go back down saying you didn't."

"Now, why would you do that?" She said as she looked at him with raised brows, challenging him.

"You know, I actually do have some strips left, I'd be more than happy to wax your legs. Besides, a bet is a bet, Jack. You can't just back down now." She smiled thriumphantly and he groaned in response.

"Why won't you just have my back with this?"

"Oh, I can wax your back too, no problem."

"Not what I meant sweetheart."

"I know." She smiled cheekily as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek, before telling him she'd be downstairs in a bit with all the necessities to wax his legs.

"Hey boys!" She hollered as she rushed down the stairs with her wax kit, the boys looking up at her. Jack was already sitting on the chaise longue with his legs up. His shorts ridden up a bit more than usual to expose his muscular thighs. The others sitting next to him on the couch, ready for the action that was about to unfold.

"Ready, babe?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him as she sat down her kit.

"Oh I sure am!" Ben replied with a big boyish smile on his face.

"I'm sure you are, Ben." She chuckled as she ruffled his hair. He'd usually have it gelled back whenever he had a game, but kept it natural and curly when he came around theirs. It was her favourite look of his, perhaps partly because she could mess with his hair more easily.

"I remember when I had this done, hurts like hell. Good luck bro!" Mason interjected, patting Jack's shoulder in mock-sympathy.

"Yeah, I cannot wait to see you cry like a baby. I love you for coming up with this, Ben."

"Babe!" He whined. "You're supposed to support me here."

"Well I am supporting you, I'm the one waxing you. Trust me, you do not want to have this done by someone who has no idea what they're doing." You said as you warmed up a few strips of wax between your hands.

"Seconded." Declan replied with a serious face. Everyone looked at him in confusion; he had never told them about getting waxed before, but it sounded like an intriguing story.

"I'm not even gonna ask, mate." Jack said. Horror stories would not make this experience any more bearable for him. It left Dec pretending to be upset, eager to tell the - no doubt ridiculous - story.

"Alright, I'm gonna get these on." You interrupted their banter, tearing the strip to reveal the sticky substance underneath.

She put the strips on his leg as the boys chatted away. Just as she was putting the fourth strip on, Jack swatted her hand away.

"You have to put all those on?" He questioned her.

"Well the forfeit did say 'legs'. As in, both legs. Completely." Declan argued.

"I did say that. But that's a bit too harsh innit?"

"Yeah, there's already three strips on now, let's see how he gets through those first." Mason offered.

"Will hurt like hell with that much hair." Declan hit Jack's leg for emphasis.

"No doubt." You laughed as you smoothed out the strips once more.

"Ready, Jack?" You asked as you hold the edge of one of the strips, ready to pull it off.

"Wait, wait I gotta film this!" Declan was quick to exclaim as he took out his phone, much to Jack's dismay, who had his hands in front of his face as he waits for the inevitable pain of ripping off the strips.

"Alright, 3. 2. 1!" The boys count down in unison as you rip off the first strip.

"Jesus, Y/N!" An array of curses leave Jack's mouth as he yelps, gripping his leg in pain, his eyes wide with shock. Clearly he had underestimated how much this was really going to hurt, which has all of you rolling over with laughter. Mason is gripping his stomach as he's sitting on the floor, barely able to breathe between his giggles. You're trying to ease Jack's mind and soothingly rub the sensitive skin on his leg, but you're shaking too much from the laughter leaving your lips.

"Oh my lord, and look at the hair that's come off!" Declan hollers as he takes a step closer to properly film the strip that was, indeed, covered in Jack's leg hair. You held it up for the camera as you shrieked at the sheer amount of hair. It's like a lion's mane got glued on the strip.

"Jeez, Jack, you hairy lad." Declan laughs, which earns a grumble from dissatisfied boy. You're pretty sure if Dec wasn't responsible for filming the whole ordeal, he'd be on the ground just as Mason was.

"Oi, what are you crying for, mate? I'm the one in pain here." Jack points a finger accusingly at Ben, and when you turn around you see he has tears in his eyes, breathing coming out in desperate gasps as he shakes his head no, signalling he can't take any more of this banter. It seemed like everyone had at least slightly calmed down, but looking at Ben made everyone burst out in laughter yet again. Mason had tears streaming down his face now too, and you're sure he might piss his pants if he laughs any louder. It even makes Jack chuckle.

"Just get it over with, alright. I don't wanna be in pain any longer." Jack asks you nonetheless, guiding your hand to one of the other strips.

"It can't be that bad." Ben's voice is higher than usual from his earlier laughing fit, but he's wiping the tears from his eyes as he seems to have calmed down considerably. Mason can only nod in confirmation, still unable to form words without giggling.

"I have no problem waxing you lot too, babes." You smile up cheekily at them, which results in loud protests from the boys.

"Now that I would love to see." Jack replies, before looking down at his leg and rubbing the spot that was now rid of any hairs. "Perhaps this would be funnier if there weren't two other strips on me leg." He sighed in despair, staring at his leg with sad eyes. It made you chuckle, but seeing Jack's stern look dericted at you, you quickly focused on the task at hand.

"Alright, next one Jack."

"Lord have mercy."

The next strips don't have any other effect than the first one. It sends all of you rolling on the floor laughing, and Jack with tears in his eyes and red skin on his leg. Dec leaves the room at one point because he genuinely can't breathe, and Mason has to sprint to the bathroom, like you predicted. Meanwhile your hands get shakier and shakier from laughing, and you can barely see what you're doing due to the tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Jack's decided to rip the last strip off himself, and you're shrieking with laughter as he pulls at it but chickens out from the pain, resulting in it only coming off halfway. When it is finally off, and all the hairy strips are disposed of, everyone slowly but certainly calms down. You're getting some lotion from upstairs to soothe the stinging, and when Ben orders pizza, it all seems long gone.

Yet when you're watching tv, and Mason steals a sneaky glance at Dec, the both can't help but try - and fail - to surpress their giggles.

It's how the rest of the night continued until the three other boys finally left in the late hours of the night.

"I'll clean, love. Get in bed and I'll see you in a bit, yeah?" Jack's offering once they're gone, and you're accepting gratefully as you kiss his cheek. The night was fun, but the laughing fits had you beyond tired.

So when Jack slips into bed next to you, you're already in bed with your eyes closed, dozing off.

"Hey, babe."

"Hm?" You mumble as you open your eyes at Jack's whisper.

"Wanna feel my leg?" He asks, but he's already draping his freshly waxed leg over your legs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

You've known the guy long enough to know that he won't stop bothering you if you decline, and the request makes you think of the many times you've asked him to feel your legs after - finally - shaving them again.

So you decide to humour him and softly carress his smooth leg.

"Feels pretty good, huh?" His voice cocky as he questions you.

"Sure, real smooth Jack."

"Wanna have sex with a sexy smooth beast like that?"

You snort loudly at his inappropriate request, shoving his leg off of you in a joking manner.

"Oh come on, don't tell me I went through all that for nothing!" He exclaims in agony.

"No, you went through all that because you suck at Fifa." You deadpan as you grin at him.

His eyes are darker as he watches you intently, and the knowing smirk on your face makes you apprehensive of what he's up to now. He's moving closer, hovering over you and effectively trapping you as his muscular arms hold himself up on either side of you. And next thing you know, he's placing a soft kiss on the corner of your mouth, before trailing down to your jaw. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips as he nibbles at your earlobe.

"You know with how soft my leg is and all." He starts to whisper in your ear. His voice is husky and smooth - and normally you know what it means. But you have no clue where he's going with this sentence. "Would you mind if I-" And he's pausing again for dramatic effect as his lips graze over your hot skin. "Slitherin." He finally whispers in your ear, accentuating the 's'.

And just like that, you're back rolling over with laughter just like you had been that very afternoon.

[mazm-imagines]

MazM Week Day 3 prompt for warmth! The hands look weird wahhhhh, but hey. Get ready for angst i got really carried away and wrote 1k words.

The crying of a child was the only thing that kept Pyotr on his last thread. His weary jet-black eyes scanned the cart again. It was the same as always, refugees and immigrants crammed into every inch.

Why did he leave again? He couldn't remember. All he remembered was the agonizing loneliness and shame. His body was so very tired and frail.

"Pechka" was the title given to Jaehyung Choi for his warmth and generosity. He was a man truly worthy of that title. Pyotr only wished he was worthy too.

There was a reason Igor didn't follow him. He followed only "Pechka," the original Pyotr, not some fraud of a namesake.

His life really was a cheap imitation in every way, stolen too. He took Mr. Choi's name, he took his apprentices life, and he took his resources. Yet he couldn't even make something worthy come from it. He couldn't even forge a path Choi would've been proud of.

Just from behind a woman, he could already see the black and red spirit of Choi, sneering, mocking. Lev Song and Hodu not too far behind. Those demons were still eating at him, it was what he deserved.

They were gone, they were all gone. Asya, Lizaveta, Daejin, Misha…

Misha left him too didn't he? He was right, Pyotr was too soft to ever have made a change in this world. 'I hope… wherever they are, they will be happy.' He silently prayed to himself. Everyone was huddled together and the cold winter felt like nothing in their warmth.

The cold also prevented the corpses from smelling, at least, the odor was less than if it was a hot day.

Some couldn't make the trip, Pyotr barely had any of his own rations left as he gave them away, how long could he stay without water? Soon… persevere.

"Papa… I'm thirsty…" "I know… I'm sorry, we'll be there soon! I promise…"

Was that an empty lie said by his father? He wouldn't sell his child at least, he was at least trying.

Pyotr remembers it all too well. He wishes his father was like that. The bastard that started all of this…

He's long gone now, and Pyotr would never be like him anymore. He will never take again.

"Excuse me… you can have mine."

Pyotr procured the kindest smile he could, the wrinkles around his dry mouth making him akin to a kind uncle. He outstretched his last remaining water bottle to the child. All of his remaining strength was used to make sure he didn't look as frail as he was. To make sure the child wouldn't hesitate.

It was survival of the fittest, but that didn't mean he couldn't be kind. That kindness was abused long ago, but it will never happen again.

"Really?! B-but…"

His father knew wordlessly as he took the bottle from Pyotr, the look in his eyes was a mix of regret and relief.

"Now now… Say thank you to your elders." "Thank you so much!" "Of course, grow strong and well."

Pyotr gave a warm smile watching the child drink it all down. He wishes he had that energy still, even if it's the end for him, that boy still has so much to live for.

It was all starting to get fuzzy for him. 'Is this the end?' It's all the remaining parts of his consciousness could muster.

Choi… Asya… Liza… Daejin… Misha… Mother…

It was all going in and out, from cradle to grave. For what he did, he could go out with a smile. Not even the demons sneering at him could change that.

"Mister! Mister!" The boy cried out to the lifeless body sitting by him. "Son… He's gone…"

The train had come to a stop, and all the passengers could finally leave. Many bodies had to be thrown out before they could however.

"Papa…" "Remember this man alright? He saved our lives…"

Pyotr's lifeless, yet still warm body was slung over the man's shoulder, at least until he could find a proper spot.

There he placed a grey blanket and laid the body on top. White flowers dotted the peaceful field. It was dirtied with corpses, but the beauty of it all reclaimed them.

The boy only looked on with mournful eyes. However others that recognized the emaciated remains gathered. "Unknown man, we cannot give you a proper burial, and for that I deeply apologize."

"Pyotr Sergeyvich Belov, he was a good man… he is the reason I'm still alive." an old woman responded.

"Mine too…" an old man chimed in agreeance.

"A man for the people. You provided us with life at the cost of your own, an oven burning coal to sustain us."

"May you rest in peace…"

"Bye bye Mister...."

They couldn't spend any more time as they had miles to walk. With a final goodbye, all 4 mourners had left.

Pyotr had left the mortal realm, he may have thought his life meaningless, but it was with his life could he have nourished 4 more. Just as Jaehyung Choi did long ago.

He was worthy of Pechka.

[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Crayons and Motor Oil

Chris Evans x Marine!Sister!Reader

Summary: You leave for boot camp tomorrow, so after a heart to heart Chris gives you a going away present.

Warnings:

Reader's age: 18

A/n: A little background for those who don't know. In America the branches of our military like to pick fun of each other, in turn, military families will use those jokes against their family member who is in the military depending on the branch the marine's joke is that they eat crayons and drink motor oil. Hope that explains it.

Divider: Me

It wasn't a shock when you announced to your family that you joined the Marines. You have been talking about joining the military since you were 5. A soldier came to talk to your class and you found them super cool. The branches you wanted to go in changed, at first it was the army, then the navy, then marines, then air force, and back to marines. When you were 17 you started talking to recruiters of each branch, before officially signing up for the marines.

You went home told your family. You face-timed Chris to tell him since he was away filming a movie. Then you told Scott also on face time since he wasn't in Boston either. But you were leaving tomorrow, so your day was busy, you were saying bye to your friends then spending the rest of your day with Chris.

"My Little marine." Liza smiled.

"Mom. Don't start getting teary-eyed it's just boot camp." You assured. "And I'm not leaving until tomorrow night."

"Yeah, I know. What's the plan for today?"

"Well, Chris wanted to hang out all day, after I say bye to my friends I'm gonna head to his house." You said taking a bite of your breakfast.

"Okay, dear. Make sure you and Chris get home by 5 for your goodbye dinner." She smiled. You nodded as you continued eating.

———

"Chrissy! Your favorite human being is here!" You shouted walking into his house, using a nickname he didn't like.

"Hey, Squirt." Chris smile as you rounded the corner into the kitchen. You narrowed your eyes on him noticing how he didn't get annoyed at the use of the nickname.

"What?" He asked noticing your look.

"Chrissy." You smirked. He kept his smile. "Okay, what's up? Why aren't you getting annoyed when I call you Chrissy?" You pouted.

"Nothing is wrong, just realize how much I'll miss that when you leave."

"You suck."

"Not the way you talk to someone before you leave. Didn't mom and dad teach you that?" He asked you.

"Yeah." You rolled your eyes sitting next to him on his couch resting your head on his shoulder.

"How was saying bye to your friends?"

"It was okay. Chris, how did you handle leaving home for the first time?" You looked up at him for advice.

"I don't think us leaving home is quite the same sweetheart. But I just remembered you all wanted me to follow my dreams. Well not you, you cried when I left for the first time." He smiled down at you.

"I was 1 that's not why I was crying." You assured him.

"You do have a point." He agreed chuckling. "Squirt, this has been your dream for years okay? We'll all be here when you get back I promise."

"Pinky promise?"

"Your still a child." He chuckled wrapping his pinky around yours.

"Yeah, a child who's gonna have a gun!" You gave a goofy smile.

"Fuck we're doomed." He said dramatically.

"Shut up!" You pushed him.

"Oh, big bad marine is grumpy." He cooed wrapping his arms around you effectively stopping you from pushing him again.

"Fuck off."

"Oh your gonna miss me!" He exclaimed. You glared at him. "Okay. Do you want a gift?"

"Yeah!" You smiled.

"Okay stay here I'll grab it." He released you. He left the room and came back quickly he found you petting Dodger when he got back. You looked up eyes lighting up at the sight of the gift bag.

"Gimme!" You made grabby hands to the bag. He laughed handing the bag to you. You reached in pulling out a box of crayons. "What?"

"Keep going." He smirked. You gave him a suspicious look before doing so pulling two more boxes out before finally pulling out a bottle of motor oil.

"Huh? Why-"

"You need a good meal now Baby marine." He smiled. You rolled your eyes.

"Thank you." You said pulling a crayon out. "I love these." You played along.

"Knew you would, even got the good brand Crayola."

"I might actually miss you."

"That means the world to me." He laughed hugging you. "I'll miss you too squirt." He mumbled into your hair. "Just don't come back stronger than me. It'll ruin my reputation."

"Ah yes I can see the headlines now, Chris Evans' loses in an arm wrestle against marine sister, Private Evans." You joked.

"It's a serious offense I used to be Captain America my kid sister can't just beat me in an arm wrestle." He teased.

"Whatever love you, Chrissy."

"Love you too Munch."

[thedistantdusk]

Arcadia, Chapter 1

My submission for the 2021 Hinny birthday challenge for the HG discord! Thanks to Liza for organizing, to @accio-broom for the Brit-pick, to @secretkeeper13 for the beta, and to anyone else who helped (I'm probably forgetting a few folks, apologies).

The challenge theme this year was content based on TV! This is an (extremely loose) X-Files AU, but you absolutely don’t need to be familiar with X-Files to understand this :D

TW (spoilers): swearing, references to (severe) mental health concerns, (eventual) consensual relations

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D A Y  + O N E

The woman probably finds herself charming as she stands in their driveway, her hands clasped in frozen excitement.

But Ginny just finds her creepy.

Really fucking creepy.

Harry drops hired car into first gear as they pull in. This woman— the head of the village council, Ginny reckons, the one she spoke to on the phone— wears perfectly-pleated Chino pants with a lavender jumper draped across her shoulders.

Her attire is standard for a posh village… especially a new-build village, one with a covenant and loads of stupid rules. It’s the woman’s eerie, opened-mouthed grin that shoots a chill up Ginny’s spine.

Her stark white teeth glint in the sun, but her smile doesn’t move an inch… and the longer Ginny stares, the more unsettled she grows. The only thing larger than her grin is the mane of yellow hair that surrounds her face like an ersatz halo.

Harry clears his throat as he turns off the car; Ginny realizes this is the first sound either of them has made since leaving London.

Awkward.

She reaches for her door handle, but the random woman gets to it first.

“You must be Jenny and Henry!” she shrieks, yanking on Ginny’s shoulders before she’s even unbuckled. “Oh, sorry! Love, do let me get the strap!”

Ginny’s on her feet and pressed to the stranger’s perfumed bosom before she has a chance to tell her she can manage just fine herself, thanks.

“Lovely to meet you in person!” the woman cries, nearly shaking with enthusiasm. It’s not until Ginny’s returned a weak squeeze that the vice-like grip around her middle weakens.

Rubbing her aching shoulder, she sneaks a glimpse at Harry; while she fought for air, he apparently climbed out of the car, only to stare at the two of them like a deer in the headlights. Now his elbow’s at an awkward angle, his hand behind his back, which could only mean one thing: he’s reaching for the wand in his back pocket.

Shit.

Ginny shakes her head and hopes her eyes convey what her lips can’t: She’s just a standard Muggle weirdo. Relax.

“I’m Jane. Jane Connors. In the flesh!” The woman (whose voice Ginny now finds painfully familiar) throws her hands in the air and twirls on the spot. “I take it you’re Jenny and Henry Petri!”

Harry interrupts with a booming chuckle before Ginny says a word; in three quick steps, he’s wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “That’s Pee-tri, actually. Like the dish,” Harry— Henry— adds with a wink. “And speaking of dish…” His eyes travel over Ginny, his voice going all deep and silky.

She bites back a shudder, hating the way her stomach drops as his fingers graze her arm. All that keeps her grounded is knowing the truth: Harry’s good at his job, nothing more. The only reason he’s suddenly become a skilled actor is that his career demands it.

Hers does too, she reminds herself firmly. And if she has any intention of successfully completing her first solo mission, she needs to get her shit together. Now.

Ginny blinks up at Harry, appropriately sobered; his eyes glimmer with mirth. As suspected, he’s only doing his job. Touch is just part of the assignment description. He has no way of knowing what it does to her— because really, truly, it shouldn’t.

And maybe if she keeps telling herself that, it’ll eventually come true.

Harry winks at Jane, tugging Ginny against his side. “My new wife and I had a long journey from the city! We were hoping to get some alone-time before tucking in, I’m sure you understand.”

Jane looks puzzled. “You— but it’s 5:43!” An uncomfortable giggle burbles from her lips. “You must be moved in by 6. Surely you’ve read the covenant rules?”

“Erm… may have missed that one,” Ginny lies. “There’s quite a few, see. We’re used to—”

But Jane shoves her fingers into her mouth, cutting her off with an ear-piercing whistle. Just as quickly, another chill races up Ginny’s spine. People up and down the street emerge from their semi-detached homes and race towards them, their faces in downcast unison.

They’ve all been watching. Waiting for the signal. Ready.

Ginny’s not sure how long ago the Department of Mysteries delivered the moving van and left it on the street, but the horde of random people aren’t fussed with the details, either. Within five seconds of Jane’s whistle, the strangers throw open the back door and begin an unloading process that reeks of military precision.

“Here’s the house key!” trills Jane, pulling it from her pocket. “Oh, and Petris!” She turns to Harry and Ginny, wagging her finger. “I’ll also need a copy of your car key, ASAP. We’re firm believers in the buddy system here in Arcadia.” She returns her attention to the stone-faced neighbors, who are now scurrying to the door. “This way, friends— right this way!”

“I— that’s really unnecessary,” Ginny says, bewildered, as people rush inside their new house, boxes in arms. “We’re perfectly able to—”

“Nonsense!” cries a man with grey sideburns as he takes a box from the back. “We’re neighborly here. You’d better get used to it.”

“Yes!” chimes another voice. A chubby man wearing a Polo and a golden necklace emerges from behind the lorry, hurrying up the walk. “We’re like a family here. We all— oh no!” He lets out a startled cry as a box labeled FINE CHINA topples from his arms and lands on the pavement with a thump.

He rushes towards it, face falling, but Ginny’s main concern is the box’s silent descent; she runs over, making a mental note to have a word with the designer of these props. Would something noisy and fragile have killed them? For fuck’s sake...

“Sorry,” the man says with a pained wince. “I’m just so clumsy. I-I promise, I’ll—”

“It’s fine,” Ginny soothes, dropping to her knees. “Don’t worry, really. We aren’t too big on dishes.”

Maybe if she keeps him talking, he won’t realize it’s bloody empty. Seriously, this is amateur shit. Luckily, he’s too distracted to notice.

The man offers a sheepish smile. “I’m Mike. Mike Snodgrass. You may have seen Mike and Jess in the resident guide, but erm…” He trails off, sadness in his voice.

Ginny cocks her head to feign confusion, but of course she’s familiar with Jess Snodgrass, 25, reported missing last November. Her photo’s been on Ginny’s desk for almost as long. Even now, Jess appears in Ginny’s mind with such startling clarity that she can almost see her beside Mike... all 5 feet of her, with curly red hair, bright blue eyes, and a lopsided grin.

Jess Snodgrass… Arcadia’s third missing person. The first to disrupt the couples-only disappearance pattern.

Mike shrugs. “But erm… it’s just me now,” he repeats. “I’m a primary teacher at Saint Julian’s, just up the road.” He nods to his left. “So if you’ve got any homework or school questions, give me a ring!” He pastes on a smile that doesn’t match his eyes; it’s an expression with which Ginny’s well-acquainted.

“I’ll have to remember that, Mike Snodgrass,” Ginny says, shaking his hand.

She immediately regrets it.

Seeing Mike Snodgrass on paper is one thing, but touch makes him human. His hand feels big and warm, his smile earnest and sweet; he reminds her so strongly of Neville that her stomach aches. Ginny breathes through her nose and focuses on the way his necklace — a medallion of Saint Julian, appropriately enough — sparkles in the sun.

“Like I said, I’m all alone,” Mike repeats, offering his hand to help her up. “If you ever need anything, Jenny, don’t hesitate to ask!”

Ginny taps her chin. “Actually, I do have a question! I reckon it’s just a rumor, though. You don’t have to confirm or deny.” She winks at him and leans in as a woman in a fleece jumper rushes past.

Mike’s smile widens, his face brightening… and ah fuck, that one hurts, because she’s about to break his heart.

“Mike…” Ginny murmurs, studying his expression. The more she says his name, the less he reminds her of Neville; she wants to keep it that way. “With everyone being so bloody hospitable here, how come there are so many disappearances?”

Mike stops bobbing. His smile vanishes as quickly as the former occupants of Jenny and Henry’s new home. When Ginny looks back into his eyes, her gut plummets with a sensation of wretched familiarity.

Because she expected sadness on his face… the same type she saw when he mentioned Jess’ name. Sadness she can deal with; sadness is painful, but she sees it all the time.

She sees something worse, though.

Fear.

And not day-to-day fear. This isn’t like hating needles or avoiding clown movies. Mike’s face is filled with the sort of wide-eyed, gripping, primal terror that seizes your insides in a vice. This is how you’d feel if your entire family were held captive in a dungeon, and a single word to the wrong person would spell their deaths.

Or how you’d feel if your ex-boyfriend were the corrupt government’s most desired fugitive… and you still fancied him very much, indeed.

“I… n-no idea,” Mike finally stutters, blinking. Then he sucks in a deep breath through his nose, his expression brightening again.

“So what do you and Henry do for work?” he asks in a booming voice, his grin now unnaturally wide. “We’ve got a carpool to the city if you’re interested. Reducing our carbon footprint is of utmost importance here in Arcadia!” He finishes by spreading his hands in each direction before placing them on his hips, that shit-eating grin still plastered across his face.

In another life, Ginny might’ve laughed. There certainly would have been a lot to cackle over, if she had the luxury of easy laughter. After all, she may as well be living in an am-dram nativity performance, complete with an overeager Joseph beckoning her to the stables after her harrowing desert journey.

Now, though, his reply only fills her with sad, professional detachment. Because fucking hell, how much did this poor man rehearse to get that line right?

She takes pity on him and snaps the bait. “My husband and I work from home,” she says, matching his volume. Someone’s clearly listening; it’s the least she can do. “You won’t see us out much.” Ginny brings the box to her hip. “And seriously, don’t worry about replacing the dishes, either. We mostly do takeaway.”

“No, let me bring you new ones,” Mike insists, his eyes pleading. “Tomorrow? Would that be—”

“What is this?” a voice demands from the back of the truck. Ginny peers around Mike’s shoulder. The man with the gray sideburns stares inside the lorry with a look of disgust.

“A trampoline!” Harry says, stepping aside as another neighbor races past. “We’re thrilled to put it in the garden, aren’t we, Jenny Cakes?”

Jenny Cakes. Is he fucking serious? Two can play at this game, prat.

“Indeed we are, Hen,” she croons, leaning into his side. “Jen and Hen.” She heaves a dreamy sigh and stares into his eyes. “We even rhyme!”

“Rhyming or not, this isn’t allowed,” the man barks, crossing his arms over his chest. “You’d have to apply for a special exemption with Mr Gogolak, but in the meantime…” He checks his watch. “5:53. Seven minutes. It’ll have to go in the garage tonight. I’m Oliver, by the way— Oliver Skinner.”

Harry gives him a theatrical scowl. “I’d say nice to meet you, but those who are enemies of trampolines are generally enemies of mine.”

Ginny bites the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing, but Oliver remains unamused. He raises his pointer finger as if to say something, but Harry gets there first.

“Onnnnly kidding!” Harry winks and claps his shoulder. “Hope we can be fast friends, Oliver.”

Oliver just glares back. “Count on it.”

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Ginny’s taking this whole thing very seriously. Not that Harry blames her.

Her voice echoes against the walls of the empty home as she paces around the sitting room, her camera flipped outward to record.

Despite his five-year Auror career, Harry has no real concept of what Unspeakables do. Which, he supposes, is by design. He knows they… know things. Secret things. Things you’d be happier not knowing. He also knows that Kingsley isn’t fond of them. Or perhaps it’s Attica Monkstanley, Ginny’s boss, who King dislikes in particular. Attica’s famous for her refusal to disclose anything — ever. This ranges from potential terrorist plots to her favorite type of sandwich. Thus, Attica isn’t particularly popular. After a career built on helping absolutely no one outside her department, the request for Auror backup on an undisclosed, top-secret endeavor went over about as well as a hippogriff stampede in a posh tea room.

Harry sighs at the blank walls of their would-be living room. King’s in charge now. Big in charge. He or Robards were the obvious choices to accompany Ginny — sorry, Unspeakable GW — on this mission, but when you’re Big In Charge, you call the shots. The shot King called was to pass the assignment to Robards, who in turn passed it to Harry; Robards decided he didn’t need to (direct quote) “take off a week from pre-existing assignments for some fake marriage, new-build village bullshit in the arse-end of Muggle nowhere.”

Admittedly, Harry’s in a bit of a lull at the moment. He’d been assigned to track and recover Yaxley, but that trail went cold on the border of Romania. Harry’s certain he’s just beyond their reach, maybe hiding in a cave, but seeing as how Harry’s not Big In Charge, his opinion doesn’t exactly matter.

Which is precisely how he’s found himself in this bland house in the village of Arcadia, pretending to be married to his ex-girlfriend… who, incidentally, he’s still hopelessly infatuated with, even five years after he ended things.

Because Harry Potter is nothing if not pathetic.

There’d been no realistic way to decline the assignment, though. Not that he’d tried. Seriously, imagine explaining that to your boss: “Mm yeah, sorry King, I can’t do my job because I still wank to the memory of Unspeakable GW riding my—”

Ginny’s narration jerks him from his thoughts. “It’s 6:15 PM on our first day of the assignment,” she dictates into her phone. “Auror Potter and I are secured in the home, posing as Muggle couple Jenny and Henry Petri.”

“Pee-tri!” Harry corrects, throwing his voice across the room.

He hopes he’s loud enough for the camera to detect, but he isn’t exactly brave enough to find out. Harry picks up their empty curry boxes and scampers into the kitchen without so much as a backward glimpse. He may have been forced into this assignment, but he’ll be damned if he can't have a bit of fun.

Her narration stops as he dips out of sight; if Harry were the gambling sort, he’d bet all the gold in Gringotts that she shot him a two-fingered salute away from the camera.

For some fucked up reason, the thought stirs something warm and exciting that lies dormant in his stomach. What’s worse is this feeling almost makes him smile.

No.

Harry draws a breath as he enters the kitchen.

As Kingsley’s told him several times, this arrangement is strictly business— regardless of his past with her. And in retrospect, yeah, the whole setup is an easy way for King to A) refuse responsibility himself, and B) put Monkstanley in a tough spot if it goes pear-shaped.

Harry pops open the rubbish bin. This is just the sort of liability King’s always looking to avoid, really, but— wait. He blinks down into the bin to make sure he’s not just seeing things, but nope… for some reason, the interior is divided into three sections, each in a different color.

Huh! Harry mulls this over before picking the blue bin at random and tossing the containers in. Maybe he’d know what each color meant if he bothered to read the covenant rules. Fortunately, he had much more exciting plans that particular evening involving Ron, loads of butterbeer, and a Canons/Falcons match from hell.

Whatever. Surely Arcadia would make an effort to clearly explain their recycling system if they really cared about the planet.

He returns to the living room just as Ginny’s providing a more in-depth introduction. “Right. I’m Unspeakable GW, badge number”— her voice becomes garbled gibberish, an extra level of concealment, before slipping back to normal speech— “and we’re here to investigate the series of unexplained Muggle disappearances in the village of Arcadia. As this may involve a potential escapee from the Thought Chamber, the Department thought it best for me to investigate. The Thought Chamber’s been my area of expertise for four years…”

Harry sinks into the sofa as she continues; he’s unsure if he should be sad or impressed that this is teaching him more about her job than she ever shared. Not that she did this for long while they were actually together, mind. Nonetheless, his chest flutters again with that stupid bittersweet pride as Ginny scans the room with the phone camera. All of this pageantry is necessary for her job, he knows. Careful documentation. Detailed recordings.

But for fuck’s sake, look at how much she’s done! She’s the youngest Junior Unspeakable in history, soon to become Senior, if this mission works out. She’s composed, she’s eloquent, she’s graceful. Another smile threatens to break through before Harry suppresses it; he just hopes that there’s someone in her life to remind her of how special she is.

She’s really dressed for the part, too. Harry’s certain that none of this is actually in her wardrobe. Seeing her out of jeans and a jumper is off-putting, but she’s done it so damn well. She once told him that most of her clothing choices were based on how easily she could wear them flying.

He swallows the sadness creeping up his throat. He doesn’t even know if she still flies, but she doesn’t in this outfit, that’s for damn sure. Her trainers are impeccably white, with a floral button-up blouse done up to her neck. She’s a bit like a young, beautiful Aunt Petunia; Harry reckons this is more or less the goal, but when she turns around to describe the stairwell, his eyes drop to her arse.

Shit.

He glances away as quickly, but he got a good look. Her casual trousers are rolled at the ankles, but they’ve done nothing to make her look… plain. Harry shuffles on the sofa, desperate for anything else to think about. Somehow, Aunt Petunia’s face still puckers in his mind’s eye, but now he can’t escape the mental image of her bent over the oven of 4 Privet Drive, only this time sporting a round, perfect—

“Potter’s here for backup,” Ginny says, returning to the sitting room. “I’m on primary investigation.”

Thank God; he sighs at the welcome distraction before remembering that bantering with her has always been an effective palate cleanser. So he does that, instead.

“Well, you know what they say,” Harry calls, leaning back against the cushions. “There’s nothing less interesting than the suburbs. Which is why I could never do your job, Jen.” He ends with a wink, resting his hands behind his head.

Ginny arches a brow, holding the camera in front of her. “And please take note, Attica, that the next time this happens, I’ll be the one to choose the names.”

She means it casually… he knows she means it casually. But something in her words pricks him. Irritates him. Wedges beneath his skin.

“Quite an assumption I’ll ever spend this much time with you again,” Harry mutters under his breath.

Shit.

He freezes. He didn’t mean to say that out loud, at least not so… bitterly. Once upon a time, he possessed the social graces to think before replying like that— but days of interpersonal nuance are long gone. They belonged to a carefree teenager with few thoughts aside from the next time he’d run his fingers through the thick, red hair that currently swayed in a long ponytail.

By the time he looks back up at her, Ginny’s face is filled with disappointment. And she’s closed her phone.

“I’ll have to redo that last bit of filming,” she says with a sniff. “But for what it’s worth?” She raises her chin. “You didn’t mind spending time with me in the distant, distant past, Auror Potter.”

Ha!

That was a tremendous understatement.

He’d been in love with her. Stupidly. Disgustingly. The first six months after the war were a blur of sex and mourning. They’d been so punch drunk and delirious that they probably used each other’s bodies more than either of them knew. He really thought they’d have a future, though… that they’d end up getting married and buying a house. Except theirs would have been different than this one. Filled with far more character and history and warmth. Their home would have smelled like baking bread and sounded like kids giggling and felt like a soft blanket on a cold night.

But none of that had anything to do with the way he snapped. So why bring it up, really?

“Sorry,” Harry whispers, tucking his hands beneath his bum. “That… I didn’t mean. I’m sorry. I just meant that we don’t see each other much, and…” He lets out a slow breath. Best to stop talking before he digs himself deeper.

“I forgive you,” Ginny says quietly. A full second passes before she offers him a smirk. “As long as I can still call you Pookie Pie in front of the neighbors.”

Harry blinks at the carpet with a sad smile. “Deal.”