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lazyneonrabbitt · 20 days

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Not your usual undead

Daryl Dixon x reader

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

So, @ghostboneswrites2 said she's more of a vampire girly and my head did something.

Every breath burned in your lungs, the cold air not helping your sweaty self in the slightest as you ran for your life through the woods. Groups of walkers came out of nowhere, like they were coordinated to surround your group that you now inconveniently lost.

You ran for god knows how long, starting when the sun was barely above the horizon.

It looked like almost midday now, having stopped behind a large tree and spotting a large factory like wall halfway built into the rock wall behind it.

Large, blacked out and barricaded windows covered the front of the place. A hiding space.

You could rest there, you had to get in. It took some time but you managed to get in and close up from the inside, ensuring no one would follow.

It was too dark inside, you could barely find the flashlight you kept in your bag.

You clicked it on and heard a groan, immediately turning the light towards the sound and drew your knife again. Another groan. You followed the sound to get to the walker that had probably gotten stuck somewhere, currently being on its last legs before entirely decaying.

After making your way around the dump of a hall you found the source of the noise laying face down in the bed of a partially stripped truck. You held your knife up, ready to climb in and strike when the softest “don’t” came from the body.

The flashlight whipped into the direction of the head and you got another groan in response. Moving the flashlight over the rest of the body you shoved it with your boot and turned it over.

It was a man. A dirty old man with ratty long hair and a scruffy beard. He wore faded black jeans and a thick, dark green flannel.

He had weapons on him, but nothing else. He looked like he was dying.

"Are you bit?" You didn't even know if you expected an answer, but he did respond with great difficulty. "Hunger.."

"Leave.." The downed man groaned with the most urgency he could summon. "Smell good.. W'na eatya.."

You backed up, almost tripping backwards off the truck bed. With the stagger of tour body the flashlight beam came across his face once more, the shine reflecting off his eyes like an animal's. "Gah, fuck!" His hand flew up to cover his eyes, leaving his mouth open and breathinf heavily. Fangs?

"Oh fuck." In shock you dropped your knife. "You're one of those redneck werewolves that lived near here." You stepped further back, crouching back on the edge of the bed now.

"The fuck didya call me?" With newfound strength he hauled himself up into a sitting position. "In all'a mah hundreds o'years I got called lots'a names but yer the first one ta offend me like tha.."

He scoffed where he sat. "Callin' me a filthy mutt. Should kill ya fer tha.." A loud cough wracked his entire body, leaning forward on his hands, heaving. His body needed something to survive, it was already starting to eat away at itself.

"Wait. You're not?" Curiosity got the best of you and you leaned closer, placing a hand down in front of you. Right where you had dropped your knife just now and cut your palm. You hissed in pain, pulling back in perfect harmony with the man's sudden lurch forward.

His eyes were wild, mouth hanging open as he licked his lips. His hand moved to your knife and picked it up, bringing it to his lips and licking your blood off it before tossing it aside.

"Hand." The hand that just tossed aside your knife was now asking for your bleeding palm. "Ya owe me after callin' me a dog."

The blood was running down your sleeve by now, it was so gross. He needed to eat, just like you. Except he couldn't feed on whatever he found he needed animals. Or people.. And you swore to never let another person starve if they hadn't harmed you or your loved ones.

You extended your shaking hand out to him, anxiety spiking when his face got closer.

His hands found your wrist and fingers before his tongue dragged over the cut, a low moan escaping him at the taste.

You were about to comment when he jerked your arm closer. You fell forward, hands on his thigh to keep you from faceplainting into his chest. His hand moved down your arm and his now way longer fangs sunk deep into your wrist.

You let out a cry at the initial contact but quickly felt the pain fade, only a dull pulling sensation with each soft suck of his lips around the wounds.

It didn't hurt. It wasn't so bad after all. Somehow it was kind of nice, and his flannel was so soft against your cheek..

God, all that running had seriously tired you out.

Sleep, what an amazing idea..

Hou hadn't even realised you had passed out until you woke up in the truck bed, an old blanket covering you and the flickering of flames just off to the side.

"Welcome back." The man's voice held a lot more energy now, he was up and walking around the place. "C'mere. Ya gotta eat sum'n."

With the fire burning you could take a better look around. Your coat was off, now laying flat over the blanket that covered you. The place looked like it used to be an auto garage. The second you slipped from underneath the blankets you were back to freezing, grabbing your coat and pulling it on. "Jesus, how aren't you cold?"

"Tha's the first thing yer askin' me?" He scoffed with a smile on his face. "Ya know the dead don't feel cold, right?"

The dead.. "Oh that's just my luck, huh." You found your way to the fire and sat down close to it, taking in its warmth. "I run from the undead, right into the fangs of another kind of undead."

"Least I get ta choose if I wanna turn ya with a bite. 'Cept if I do I lose ma food again." The man held out a skewered piece of meat out to you, but you were reluctant to take it. "S'jus rabbit." He lifted a furry skin up into view, showing you the little bunny ears before tossing it aside again. "Went 'n found somethin' ta get yer strenght up after I fed off ya so much."

Accepting the food with a thanks, you took a small bite and let out a hum at how good it tasted. "You know," you started, pointing at your new companion with your food. "I always thought vampires were pretty boys with sticks up their asses who seduced their bloodbag wifeys." You twirled the stick in his direction before taking another bite.

"First ya call me a dog, n' now yer comparin' me ta them shitty teen movie fakes?" He snapped at you in annoyance, his face held a look that clearly said he was regretting not entirely draining you earlier.

Your hands shot up in response, quickly going into defensive mode. "Hey, don't get me wrong. I am not a fan of those fancy schmancy dudes. No sir."

You laughed at yourself around a mouthful of food, thinking back to those horribly made romance movies. "I like your type more. Yeah, ugh those skinny fucks always looked like they'd whine if they got blood on their shirts, man."

You earned a laugh with that comment. "Yer sayin' ya prefer me snackin' on ya 'n bleedin' all over ya next time?" You almost choked on a piece of meat then. "I'm sorry what? Next? No. Huh?" You couldn't tell if the heat rising to your cheeks was from his words or the food you almost choked on now.

"C'mon, promise ta take jus' wha I need." He took thw second rabbit skewer from next to the fire and handed it to you. "I'll keep ya fed, ya keep me fed. S'a great deal."

"I don't even know your name, how about you share that first." You snatched the skewer from his hand and chowed it down in no time while staring at him in wait for his response.

"Name's Daryl. Got cursed durin' a stupid drug deal mah brother took me along for." He sighed and leaned back, turning to stretch his legs. "Now ya know ma name. Yer fine stickin' 'round now?"

You could only roll your eyes at him at that. "Alright you know what? I'll admit I prefer rhe company of your type of undead over those outise, and I bet my old group has all become part of those shitty undeads so yeah. I'll stick around."

A/N: I don't think I've ever written for vampires ever so I hope this is okay.

#sometimes i write #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon fanfiction #twd daryl #twd daryl x reader #daryl x reader #twd #the walking dead #twd au #vampires

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speedycoffeedelight · 3 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: Where you unofficially adopt a cute little puppy and lady luck hates you.

Master list

CH-3: The furry and the eight legged friend

Vaggie was confused when woke up to barking in morning. She opened her eyes to see Charlie was already up and looking at the direction of the door.

'Charlie, Hun, what's going on..?why is there ... a dog barking?'she said sleepily while trying to fully wake up.'I don't know Vaggie but it somehow sounds familiar...' Charlie's voice drifted off. Vaggie's eyes shot open. 'You don't think it's one of...'

'Could be. Let's check it out!' Charlie said as she got up and ran in front of the door.

'Hello!! Can you hear me out there!' Charlie screamed. 'Reply if you can understand us!' Vaggie joined in. The barking seemed to stop for a moment.

'Charlie?Vaggie? Is that you guys..?' The dog from outside spoke.

'Oh my god it's Niffty...yes it's Vaggie and Charlie! What are you doing here??'Vaggie asked with concern. 'I was just cleaning stuffs in the hotel and then I saw some books on the ground and I went to clean it up and then suddenly I was beside some kinda pond! But then I saw a cabin in the distance so I came here!' Niffty spoke without any break.

'Oh god,what do we do..' Vaggie and Charlie looked at each other.

You were pretty confused as hell too as you started to get up from your bed. The barking felt like it was really close by and it wouldn't stop. Then you checked the basket near your bed to find that your ewe was missing. Dread filled you even though you knew it couldn't get out since you made sure to lock all the doors and windows properly last night.

You quickly started to walk up to where the barking was coming from. It was coming from outside your door. And looks like the ewe and moth were also standing in front of the door. You got a bit confused as to why they weren't scared of the barking.

"Hey, my little ewe, I'm going to need you to back up a bit okay? We don't know what type of dog we are dealing with here" you said crouching down and slowly guiding the sheep to your room as the moth again flew to your hair. Then taking a deep breath in, you slowly started to open the front door peeking down to see what you're dealing with.

You only got to see a small ball of fur before it slammed into the small opening of the door, startling you to open more as it got inside. It was a small but very energetic puppy from the way it was circling around you.

"Hey there little guy..how did you come around here?" You said while crouching down. The dog stopped in front of you and let out some cute small barks.

'Can I trust this girl? She looks nice!!' Niffty asked Vaggie, seeing as she was still on top of you. 'You can, she is housing us for now' Vaggie replied. 'We need to make sure you can stay with us too. We shouldn't be separated in this situation'

The puppy looked rather clean and healthy in your opinion. So it definitely has been taken good care of. But who would leave a small puppy around here, almost out of nowhere. You picked up the puppy in your arms. The puppy let out a small bark and licked your face a little making you laugh. "Aww,you adorable little thing. Did you get lost?" You cooed while closing the door and walking inside.

'Ew,why did you lick her Niffty?' Vaggie asked a bit disgusted. 'I couldn't help it, She smelt really nice! It was probably my dog instinct. Also she seems like she likes it so everything's fine. You did say we need to make sure that I stay here, hehehe..' Niffty let out a small manical laughter to which Vaggie let out a sigh.

You put down the puppy in your room with your ewe and the moth flew over to the sheep's head. "You guys play together now, I'll go to the bathroom to freshen up okay?" You said standing up. "Don't fight with each other!" You said before going inside the bathroom and locking the door.

'This is bad Vaggie! Niffty is here too now..what if more people gets sent here because of me! And it's all my fault..' Charlie said anxiously. 'Clam down Charlie, we'll figure something out, I promise..' Vaggie said softly in an attempt to reassure her.

While Charlie and Vaggie was busy talking Niffty noticed some movement from the corner of her eye. She quickly turned around to find it was a cockroach. Her eyes grew wide and her tail began to wag repeatedly as she prepared to pounce on it. In a second second she did, but she missed it as it started to fly away now. Niffty started to chase it again in an attempt to get rid of it.

And right then, due to unfortunate timing and you don't know if god hates you something, but you came out of the bathroom, right in the cockroachs path, as it landed on you. Right on your face. A blood piercing screaming was heard from the cabin. Charlie jumped back in shock and Vaggie flew to the other side of the wall as they looked at you slapping the cockroach off you face. Normally you weren't that much afraid of cockroachs. But having one fly on you first thing in your morning is sure to scare people off.

Niffty quick jumped on the cockroach that fell on floor without missing a beat and began to kill it. You quickly headed back in the bathroom again to wash your face and scrub it well. As Vaggie and Charlie both let out a breath they were holding without realising.

"God what a way to start off this day..." You grumbled as you stepped out of the bathroom for the second time. You look down at the floor to see both the sheep and the moth was looking down at the puppy whacking the shit out of that cockroach. What you didn't know that both Charlie and Vaggie were looking concerned at Niffty who was chanting 'die, die' over and over again as she whacked the already dead cockroach.

"Alrighty, that's enough now puppy, that things already dead. Leave it be, I'll give you some toys to play with later" you said as you picked up Niffty and moving her to next room beside yours. The sheep and the moth both followed you as you went. "Now I still don't know if you're a missing puppy or not but I should still post about you online incase you are" You got your phone and took a picture of the puppy. But for some reason it wouldn't post online.

'Strange.. everything else works fine so why isn't it posting' you thought. "Whatever, I guess I'll keep you here till your owner comes for you puppy" you said while scratching the puppies ear while it barked softly at you. You went in kitchen to prepare breakfast for the morning and opened the windows to let air in. You cooked some pancakes and fed the sheep. You still didn't had any dog food so you decided to go buy it after eating. You also needed to restock your fridge with fresh ingredients. The closest city was about 30-40 minutes drive from here. You were grateful to know driving in times like this. You had an old car that you got for cheap before. After some repairing it worked as new.

You gave all the leftover lettuce that was left to the sheep and changed your dress before heading out. You made sure to lock your doors before getting in the car and started to drive.

Meanwhile, In the cabin, Vaggie called for a meeting amongst themselves to discuss what to do. 'Alright, everyone listen up. We're going to need a plan on what to do. Since Niffty is here then that means anyone else can come too' Vaggie said. 'Also Niffty somehow came somewhere else then us, but thank god she choose to come here' Charlie said looking at Niffty as her gaze softened. 'Hmm,does that mean you can get summoned wherever? Like-' Before Niffty could finish her sentence the floor in middle of them began to grow in bright golden colour with a red pentagram. A big white spider popped up from the pentagram as both the light and the pentagram disappeared. '-That..' Niffty finished.

It didn't take long for them to figure out who this spider could be.

'ANGEL DUST?!?' all three of them shouted out.

(A.N:This takes place after the hazbin hotel pilot and before the episodes start.

Also I didn't know what type of animal Niffty could be. After thinking I felt like her energy matches of a small energetic puppy. I don't know much about dog breeds so I'll let you guys decide what type of dog Niffty could be yourselves! Also another note, Niffty won't be one of the main love interest, sorry Niffty fans:') I feel more comfortable writing her having a small sibling or parental relationship with reader.

The image is not mine)

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layla4567 · 10 months

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I'm just a librarian ✿

Steven Grant/Marc Spector x Fem!Reader

Summary: You work in a library in the middle of London, you get paid well and you love your little reading space surrounded by books that rise to the highest ceiling. But one day your normality will be turned upside down when a guy comes looking for some books on Egyptian history.

A/N: Ok first of all I must say that this idea arose from a little dream I had (and I also wanted to use the image from the movie The Mummy, I mean, just look at her, she is beautiful, she looks like Belle) second, I don't know if this will have more parts the truth is I'm not good at making long stories because then I leave them unfinished or I run out of ideas so, yes, I'm building this as I go along, sorry.

Part 2

And here I am once again, sitting behind the counter where you could see an old green lamp, a couple of books stacked one on top of the other, a typewriter and a little badge where you could read my name. With my legs crossed I moved my airborne foot rhythmically back and forth following a silent melody while my face rested lazily on my hand. My view was always directed towards the large windows that were near the line where the roof began. They were in the shape of a half circle and had a nice drawing similar to a stained glass window through which the sunlight passed in a warm way.

I loved being around libraries just for the sake of being a bookworm. I could spend hours reading old books sitting in a comfortable chair enjoying the silence without realizing it. But it was kind of boring to sit and wait for people to arrive so that you could help them with whatever they needed. I had already finished arranging the books with the help of the ladder, I loved doing it, it was fun to slide from one side to the other, it was almost like skating.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't realize someone had entered the library until they were in front of me so I gave a little jump in my seat.

"Oh so sorry! did I scare you? It wasn't my intention"

The person who addressed me was a very polite and kind middle-aged man, he had an innocent look in those pretty dark eyes he had. He was wearing a jean jacket and underneath was a white shirt, he was also wearing khaki pants and had a brown shoulder strap on one side.

"Don't worry, It's okay, I was just thinking, can I help you with something?"

I could not stop seeing his eyes, his look gave off a peculiar innocence glow, I could sense a genuinely beautiful aura like that of a child

"Well, yes. I was looking for books on Egyptian history, you know, gods and pharaohs, myths, pyramids, etc."

Every time he spoke his face would light up with enthusiasm, it was admirable to see

"Sure, we have several. Follow me please"- I said while my smile deepened

I led him through the aisles looking for the "Ancient Egypt" section by the gigantic shelves. The man meekly followed me like a lap dog without taking his eyes off me as he clung to his backpack. When we had reached the section, I took out 4 books, stacking them one on top of the other and numbering them as I handed them over to him.

" "History of Egypt", "Gods and mythologies", "Encyclopedia of the pyramids" and "The 10 most famous figures of ancient Egypt" And remember to return everything within 15 days "

I piled the books in the arms of that man who tried with effort to hold them since they were quite large and hardcover while I raised a finger and recited the prayer from memory. Even though the books were about to fall out of his hands, the man looked from the books to me with a beaming smile.

"Of course, yes, miss, I will do so. Thank you very much for your help"

I smiled generously at the man's good manners and walked him to my desk to finish the paperwork. I sat as the middle-aged man patiently watched me with his books in his arms like a child waiting for his Christmas present.

"Ok, I will give you a paper with the exact date where you must return the books along with our address, I would only need to know your name to write it down please"- I looked at him expectantly

"Steven Grant, Steven with a V"

I couldn't help but laugh at the clarification as if I didn't know how to write his name

"I clarify it just in case. A lot of people always misspell it, sometimes they call me Stephen. But surely you wrote it well, you seem to have nice handwriting hehe"

Steven giggled nervously as I smirked in amusement. What a singular man that Steven was

"No problem, what a nice name you have"- I smiled warmly

Steven got more nervous and his face begins to take on a cute reddish color as he stuttered and mumbled a thank you.

"By the way, my name is Y/n"

I told him, pointing with a fingernail to my badge that was resting on the desk. He looked at it for a while and smiled

"Now I won't forget"

And with one free hand he gave me a childish wave as he uttered a sweet "Laters gators" and headed for the exit. With one elbow on the table and my hand resting on my cheek, I watched him until he disappeared through the door.

"Steven.."

I pronounced his name slowly delighting myself with the syllables, it was sweet as honey and resonant as a bell. I was wondering if I would see him around here more often. I sighed with a lopsided smile and went back to staring at the stained glass windows waiting for someone else to come and help them.

The days passed and I didn't hear from Steven, he hadn't returned the books within the agreed period and I was beginning to worry. He supposed that this man was a little distracted or had forgotten or was busy with something important, anyway it was very common for people not to return the books on time and to be a little late. My head was full of thoughts hoping nothing bad happened to Steven and hoping to see him again when someone stormed through the library entrance.

"I'm really sorry!! I got there as fast as I could, apparently I fell asleep and woke up in a place full of sand. I have a sleep disorder, I'm sorry"

Steven was talking fast, spitting out the words like a machine gun, he looked agitated and his hair was messy. And on his face you could see the nervousness and concern. I tried to reassure him

"Steven, Steven calm down, it's okay. I get it, you don't have to apologize."

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard trying to provide warmth and protection. Steven giggled nervously and his cheeks turned pink, it was adorable.

"Oh by the way, here are the books"

Steven took out of his bag the books in perfect condition that I had given him. At least he was a man of his word

"Thank you very much Steven, do you want any other books?"

"Well actually yes, if it's not a bother, wouldn't you have one that talks about the moon god Khonsu?"-he said something nervous

I laughed in amusement

"Of course! We have many books on Egyptian gods, take the ones you want"-I said tenderly

Steven for some reason gave me a strange feeling, a maternal need to protect him, he looked so helpless at times. I can't even imagine how chaotic his life must be

"You know something? Why don't I buy you a coffee? I'll give you the new books and then we can hang out and chat, I have a break in 15 minutes."

Apparently Steven didn't expect that so he got even more red.

"I-Is it some kind of date?"

"If you want to see it that way, yes"

Steven smiled like a kid in a toy store and followed me back to the bookshelves. After giving him everything he needed, he waited for me at the entrance of the library like a true gentleman. I left my position in charge of my partner Selma who answered me with a grunt and left with Steven towards the nearest cafeteria.

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We sat at a table close to the street. The cafeteria was decorated with flowers and vines, it was my favorite, it made it look Parisian. We both ordered a simple latte and to eat I ordered a croissant with chocolate and he asked for a kind of vegan burrito, then he explained to me that he doesn't eat anything that comes from animals.

"Well Steven tell me something about yourself, do you have a job?"

"Yes, I'm working in a gift shop at the British Museum. But I would really love to be the one who makes the guides"

"Really? Amazing! who'd say? You are a museum and history enthusiast and I am a bookworm willing to provide you with all the information you want."

We both laughed happily forgetting what was happening around us. Steven's laugh was like sweet nectar to my ears that made all my worries disappear. Except for one that was still on my mind

"Wait a second, how come you woke up in a place full of sand? Where exactly?"

"I have no idea, I wish I knew. But it's not the first time it's happened to me, one day I woke up on top of Everest"

Steven started laughing downplaying it and I laughed too but with less enthusiasm. I was worried about him.

"Well I think I should go back to my work, thanks for everything I really needed to talk to someone and distract myself"

I looked at Steven tenderly, thinking that I was probably the only person he could talk to broke my heart.

"Anytime Steven. Anyway, I also have to go back to work, the time flies by when you talk"

I left a tip on the table and was about to go to the library when Steven stopped me with a question.

"Would you like to visit me one day at the museum? It's that I always visit you...-"

"I'd love to"

We said goodbye with a smile as if we were lifelong friends and each one went their own way to continue with their work on that beautiful afternoon in London.

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Sorry if it was boring and there wasn't much interaction with Steven but this is just the first part of the story

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sonicstalker123 · 9 months

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Protective!Korekiyo x Injured!Reader

CW: Blood, injuries, mentions of chapter 2’s victim, bruises

✨she/her pronouns will be used!✨

Korekiyo is in his lab, admiring all of the items and strangely Angie is in there too, creating a sketch of the god dog statue while Kiyo is infodumping telling her everything he knows about it and seances he’s done in the past.

“Nyahaha! Very inspiring, Kiyo! Have you ever talked to any of the spirits you summon?” Angie asks.

“Mmm, only spirits that have had grudges against other people and then I’ve… helped… out spirits and helped them move on to the afterlife.” Kiyo responds.

“Neat! I’m gonna finish this art piece and give it to you when I’m done, okay? Bye-onara!” Angie leaves.

“Angie is the last person I’d expect to come and visit my wonderful lab and genuinely showed interest in the things here. The only other person that shows interest is Y/N, the way her eyes sparkle when I first showed her everything is something I’ll never forget. It was very adorable. Speaking of which, where is she? We had plans to go to the garden and tell her some stories because she loves listening to them.”

Kiyo leaves his lab and wanders around, with a determined look in his eyes. He runs to a nearby classroom and looks around. “Odd. She comes here occasionally when she just needs a quiet space that usually nobody enters. Y/N comes in here when something serious is on her mind or if she is troubled about something. I learn new things about her all the time.”

Surprisingly enough, Kiyo runs very fast.

“I wonder where she could be. Could she be in her room perhaps?” Kiyo makes his way towards Y/N’s room and knocks on the door. No response. He decides to wait for a bit. After about five minutes he gets worried and calls her phone. Kiyo’s phone continues to ring and nobody picks it up.

He decides to call again and weirdly enough Kaito answers it. “Y/N? Where are you? Are you al-”Kaito interrupts him. “Yo, who is th- Wait… Kiyo??? Where are YOU? Something bad happened at the pool and everybody else is here and we were wondering where you were at. Ya know what? It doesn’t matter. Come to the pool immediately. Monokuma is here too.” Kaito hangs up.

Kiyo decides to text “Y/N” when he starts walking to the pool. ‘Kaito. I’m on my way.’ SEND.

“Hopefully Y/N is there, I just wonder why she wouldn’t message me or give me a call.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist eventually makes his way to the pool. He got lost for a little bit lol

He opens the door and everybody turns their head towards Kiyo. He looks at Y/N and is surprised. “Oh my. Why is she face down on the ground? Why does it look like the pool is a faint shade of red?”

Gonta picks her up and gently rolls her over and Y/N has bruises and blood on her arms and legs. Everybody gasps. His surprised feeling quickly turns to anger once he put the pieces together.

“WHAT HAPPENED. WHO DID THIS? Why is she bloody.”

“Well dipshit, it’s obvious she was attacked. Maybe she was thrown in the pool after she was attacked so she would drown.” Miu says, rolling her eyes.

“Um… Kiyo.. Kirumi spotted her while she was cleaning and got my attention and Kaito got everybody else.” Tsumugi states.

Kokichi sneaks up to Y/N and starts slapping her in the face continuously, trying to wake her up. “Kokichi, stop! You’re going to make Kiyo even more ma-“ Kaede exclaims while Kiyo turns his head and stands right behind Kokichi. Kokichi sees his shadow and flinches. He eventually stops. He’s actually kind of scared.

“Are you trying to hurt her even more? If so, I will tear out your nerves.” Kiyo asks angrily.

“Grrr… you degenerate male! You should know better to not lay a hand on a girl! Especially my friends!” Tenko exclaims. She gets into a battling stance, wanting to beat the shit out of Kokichi.

Gonta starts to pat her on the back, in hopes of getting Y/N to cough up the water. “Please wake up for not just Gonta, but for all of friends…”

Kiyo walks up to Y/N and sits on his knees next to her. He picks her up and gives her a gentle hug, not knowing what else to do.

Moments pass and he feels that she’s getting warmer (aka blushing) and eventually coughs up a bunch of water.

Kiyo’s eyes widen, along with everybody else. Y/N tries to speak but she’s too busy coughing.

Y/N eventually stops and looks around in a panic. “What- where- KIYO? You’re here?”

Kiyo smiles and nods, putting his hand on her head, almost like he’s protecting her. Y/N smiles real big, still blushing.

“Damn Y/N, were you THAT thirsty or what?” Miu asks, laughing. Everybody but Y/N just gives Miu a LOOK that says ‘are you actually serious right now’.

Almost like “🤨”

Y/N starts to laugh under her breath and everybody then turns to look at Y/N. “Miu-“

Miu turns to look at Y/N, confused. “Yeah?”

Y/N just starts to laugh… like a genuine laugh. Everybody is just dumbfounded.

“I- That joke was… hahaha- very funny!” Y/N exclaims while trying to catch her breath.

“Wowwww, Y/N, you’re like the ONLY person who finds Miu’s dirty jokes funny.” Kokichi says while rolling his eyes.

Kiyo then starts to look at everybody in the room. “Anyways, Y/N, do you remember who your attacker was? Do you remember what they looked like?”

Y/N starts thinking to herself. “Umm, uhh…whoever it was… was short. I only saw a silhouette. I only saw them for a brief second…. I think everything went black? I could’ve been attacked and pushed out the window.”

Ryoma shudders. “I’ve destroyed the mafia before, but how come somebody falling out of a window send chills down my spine..? Odd.”

Kiyo then looks at Ryoma, Himiko and Kokichi rather menacingly, eyes glowing.

Himiko is the only one who’s actually terrified. Ryoma sighs. “You don’t need to suspect me, I was practicing tennis in my room.”

“Why would you suspect me? I have nothing against Y/N!” Kokichi yells.

“LIES! Just last week you pulled a massive prank on Y/N by hiding a bunch of her belongings! Some of them are STILL missing!” Kiyo yells with a hint of growl.

Kokichi starts laughing. “That’s hilarious!! She’s just such an easy target. She’s just dumb. I could prank the absolute shit out of her and nobody without suspect a thing.”

Korekiyo growls. “How DARE you say such a thing?”

“Oh man! It seems like you’re upset with me! I probably should’ve lied!”

Y/N looks up at her boyfriend. “Kiyo… I greatly appreciate you protecting me, you don’t know how much it means to me…”

“But of course, Y/N, you’re very precious to me. I would do anything for you.” Kiyo responds.

Y/N looks at Kokichi and growls. “You’re the one who took my prized belongings?!” Her eyes glow.

Kokichi sighs. “LIKE I’VE SAID BEFORE… Y/N… you’re so slow and a—“

Y/N dashes towards Kokichi with intense anger. She tackles him and glares at him rather intensely. “You need to learn to shut your fucking mouth, you motherfucker.”

“Y/N, please stop! Fighting with Kokichi will get us nowhere. We need to figure out who hurt you. But first. Monokuma! Come on out!” Kiibo yells and Monokuma pops up.

“What’s up? You called?” Monokuma responds.

“Take her to a nearby hospital!” Kiibo responds back.

“Well, alright, she hasn’t broken any rules. We have to go all the way to Jabberwock Island for that, are you SURE you wanna risk her dying? She might bleed out.”

Kaito and Kiyo look at her and then Monokuma. “Take her. Kiyo will kill us if she doesn’t come back so she better come back, Monokuma!”

“I wasn’t going to give you a choice really, just felt like doing a bit of trolling. As long as she, or anybody else for that matter, don’t break the rules, anybody can go to the hospital. Ah-ah-ah, you can’t come in here, Korekiyo, there’s no room.”

The Monokuma ambulance disappears in the blink of an eye.

Himiko notices some arrows. “Arrows? I bet this was used to attack her. Nyeh? What’s a necklace doing in the pool?”

“A necklace??? I thought that was one of the missing items. Does it have *insert your star sign here* on it?” Kaito asks.

Himiko nods.

“Why and HOW do you know about her necklace, Kaito?” Korekiyo asks.

“Dude, she wears it almost every day. It has a star sign on it and me being the Luminary of the Stars, I had to ask her about it and what star sign it was. And plus I got it for her, I thought it would be something she’d like, it combines our favorite things. Me? Stars and Y/N? Necklaces.”

The Ultimate Anthropologist walks into the pool and grabs the necklace, which was like four feet deep.

“You walked into the pool?! JUST LIKE THAT???? Holy shit, dude. Mad respect.” Kaito responds.

“But now your clothes are soaking wet and dripping water drops everywhere. Go change your clothes and come back here.” Kaede politely demands.

“I’ll be staying here, looking around for clues.” He responds.

Kaede shrugs and starts looking around with Shuichi. Korekiyo walks up to the arrows and notices something sparkly on the arrows. He then looks at the window and sighs. “Dear Y/N, who did this to you?” He hears his phone chime and looks at it. “Y/N??? How is she typing right now?”

‘Hi kiyo, at jabberwock island, hard to type with glass in my arms. I’ll be ok. Love u, they’re taking me to get the glass removed rn, hope to see u soon 🥰’

“GLASS?” Korekiyo exclaims.

“She fell from window, she bound to have glass in arm.” Gonta responds.

“Poor thing, she must be in pain right now. Glass in her arms, she’s bruised and bloody.” Tsumugi responds.

“I noticed that the arrows were sparkly. It’s odd, unless it was Himiko. I doubt it though.” Shuichi states.

Himiko sighs. “Nyeh… I was the one who accidentally hurt her. I was practicing my magic with arrows and she unfortunately went flying out of my window. With the arrows.”

“Himiko’s magic is real?! And she’s not just saying random shit???” Kaito asks.

Himiko doesn’t say anything and leaves the room with a deep and upset sigh.

✨time skip to a few days in the future✨

Kiyo sits on the floor and sighs, burying his face in his hands. Suddenly his phone starts playing a tune. “That’s my ringtone… Y/N?!” He quickly answers.

“Hey, I’m still in the hospital but I figured I’d give you a call in c-case you wanted to hear me s-speak. Damn these IVs are making me super sleepy… can you visit me? It’s… kinda lonely here…”

“On it, dear. See you in a little bit.”

Y/N giggles and says “alrighty” as she ends the call.

Kiyo makes it to the hospital, almost as if Himiko used her magic to get him there.

He finds his beloved, completely passed out from the medicine. “Hah, there she is. Safe. Okay. Thank the dog god.”

“I a-a-assume you’re the one that Y-Y-Y/N was talking about?” Mikan asks while walking up to him. Korekiyo nods. “W-We found a t-total of 53 shards in her a-arms. We got her wounds s-stitched up t-t-too. She will b-be o-o-okay soon.”

Haha iykyk the 53 joke

“I see… thank you.”

Mikan leaves and Korekiyo sits next to Y/N and holds her hand. “Y/N, we know who did this, Himiko did it. She confessed. I’m sure the others are justifiably mad at her. You’re going to be okay, I promise.” Korekiyo holds her hand.

✨time skip to a few days✨

Y/N walks through the hallways, relieved to see everyone, minus Kokichi and Himiko. She ignores them both.

“Hey, welcome back, Y/N!!! You good now? Here’s your necklace! Kiyo here found it and walked STRAIGHT into the water for it. It was super badass!” Kaito exclaims.

#sonicstalker123 #rilesthepirate #korekiyo x reader #angie yonaga #tenko chabashira #gonta gokuhara #kokichi oma #miu iruma #shuichi saihara #tsumugi shiraishi

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star-luvrx · 8 months

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Hozier lyrics as... Crowley

The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you

-take me to church

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life

-take me to church

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

-from eden

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering, but fighting off like all creation The absence of itself, anyway

-first time

And though I burn, how could I fall When I am lifted by every word you say to me? If anything could fall at all, it's the world That falls away from me

-i, carrion

Falling from you drop by drop What I had left here I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife

-who we are

And just knowin' that everything will end Should not change our plans when wе begin again

-all things end

I don't wanna be anything But I would do everything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all But I would do everything if you'd hear me say

-anything but

Do you know I could break beneath the weight Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take The injury of finally knowin' you?

-unknown/nth

There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

-no plan

You know when it's twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't know And I think about you though, everywhere I go And I've done everythin' and I've been everywhere, you know

-nobody

And on the other side, why should we deny the truth? We could have less to worry about, honey, I won't lie to you But everything I do, I've had no love like your love

-nobody

Be that hopeful feeling when Eden was lost It's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed Which side of the wall really suffers that cost?

-be

There are questions I can't ask Now at last, the worst is over See the way you hold yourself Reel against, your body's borders I know that you hate this place Not a trace of me would argue Honey, we should run away, oh someday

-to be alone

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear, I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

-work song

My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby, and my babe would have me When I was kissin' on my baby And she put her love down, soft and sweet In the low lamplight, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

-work song

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

-it will come back

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

-it will come back

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash

-arsonists lullabye

Oh, if the car ran, the car was enough If the sun shone on us, it's a plus And the tank was always filled up

-damage gets done

Without shame, two outfits then to my name You'd end up in one when you'd stay We had nowhere to go and every desire for goin' there

-damage gats done

#hozier lyrics #writing #good omens #hozier unreal unearth #hozier #wasteland baby #good omens 2 #aziracrow #azicrow #anthony j crowley #crowley #go #go2 #gomens

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saltysplayt00ns · 6 months

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Oh, it's new page time and I'm so annoyed with it.

Four days timeskip? Seriously? Kargo just fucking standing around in the open, as far as without his makeup on to cover himself up? Where is Whispervale? Did they go home? Where's the anxiety before the raid? Why did they allow a blinded, traumatised feline to go TO the potentially to be raided tribe and not the other way around, especially considering the fact that Shiverfall was supposed to pick those who up at the Whispervale so that means the mom has to go the route TWICE? God. Home Asmundr, the comic where common sense and logic goes to die.

A haHA I just see a kid hyper stating that to see the SS news X’D

A bit late to respond on this, but Have did a response of it HERE:

How the group literally went to Shiverfall instead of across the short route to Meteor from Whispervale, which saves a lot of time. There was no reason for them to waste those days, especially a blind mother hearing their child is alive and urgently seeking to meet them. The dogs should know where the quickest route is without delay or have a companion to do that. Time is really not consistent and wasted, they’re would’ve been another raid by the time the mother came since the raiders had warned meteor of leaving or die and if WV is not there to protect them, they’re dead. Yet everything is frozen in place like a sitcom.

Kique tries to draw 3- 4 characters max. Cause more than that, he has a fit, Lost scent is Mature on their process and it’s a real treat to read along and more. Including their insights cause it's fun to read, you can also read this comic on DA

Like seriously guys pls read this comic, I'm on my damn knees for this one. *AHEM* That being said, there isn’t much consistent tension to really horn down for the audience to be on their seat, it's a pass by and an easy fix. There are so many tensions forgotten or fixed under 1-2 pages that it’s ridiculous and there's still more.

I guess healing bark also cures hunger and starvation

I haven't forgotten the situation where meteor was running low on food from the herd and the winters coming fast along with Ranach and Avanti, but it was forgotten and dealt with by literally a puppy howling and Rogio saving the day by a mere fluke. The dogs never brought up about the starvations because everything was fixed and it wasn’t even a good nor justified battle, it was plot armor for Ranach to keep on trolling.

" yeeah saving Ronja...riiiight"

Or when Ronja was in danger and she was forgotten, Roamer went on a dip despite him having concern the male could be a meteor tribe member.

and Rhovanion didn’t want to fight because “ it's not their way”, Rhov buddy, your pack literally fought an alien invasion and caused the Liulfrs to go Extinct with the help of your "alien God". You were LITERALLY THERE TAKING THEM DOWN and didn't even cross your mind of " it's not our way to kill" , that is such a copout exscuse to not want to fight, Ronja was your pack member and adoptive cousin - FAMILY NOT A STRANGER. PLUS LET HER LEAVE WITH SOME STRANGER IN A DANGEROUSE ENVIROMENT. Like this is not very leader like nor family wise

Guys, how brain dead can you be. Like this seriously, emotionally hurts me. Yet people love them and wanna be like them.

he has not changed. Since he hasn’t gone to save Ronja still from the Raid and it seems Asmundr will be doing the same damn thing. Cause Kique doesn't have them progressing and movign around, they just sit their and be stagnant, its already been 4 days and they have not Gotten to meteor yet???!!! Rhovanion and Feaf gotten to Asmundr in not time flat.

Or the whole situation of meteor females being oppressed and used as fodder while males forced to be soldiers and brutes in a generational curse. How Rogio, Ranach and other males would not get a benevolent greeting compare to like Kargo and Ferah who actually did something to help them;

Yet everyone is chill with the males including Rogio who they welcomed, like they were the bullies, while Kargo and Ferah were seen as an annoyance to bother with, Heck Ferah and Ronja Apologized to each other like, there is no conflict whatsoever. Everything patched up nd onto the next plot... if there is any to solidly follow.

If you have people like this, ditch them ASAP When Keirr and Aira had a goal to find their family and Aira finally will be within Keirrs pack??? Forgotten, it was Keirr excuse for them to have ‘ stability ‘ but Keirr was welcomed in and became a Guard while Aira was struggling to fit in and become a Herbalist?? healer?? then was brushed off by Keirr so many times, Lied to her, tok full credit of figuring out the Ghouls when it was Aira and practically ditched her when he finally saw his family again. Leaving her in a tribe she didn't want to be in, in the firt place and tolerated it because OF KEIRR. She literally has anxiety and abandonment issues plus without Kique's logic a disability and Keirr Just straight up ditches her, which is the WORSE thing to do; And I hav not even talked about what he does with Ruan, he doesn't even join Fruajar to guard his family from a raid because Ruan is there. Like imagine you wanting to go with someone on a trip to see the Mountains to meet some lost relatives who're in need of your help, let's say Bob for simplicity, you both have everything set up in a hotel and landed, but then all of a sudden Bob meet some people in Meadows street ( for simplicity ) along with you, Bob is appraised, people warmed up to them and Bob forgot the whole reason for the trip and made an excuse as you tried to remind them for the reason for said trip not even wanting to focus on making friends since its temporary and you have a goal - a subjective mission. Then Bob starts being distant, not even telling you where he went or if he left and gets made at you and tells you to " figure it out" basically, and need to get along with other people - again FORGETTING THE REASON BOTH OF YOU WENT TO THE TRIP. FINALLY he leaves to meet the relatives and do the mission ... but left you in meadow's street, with a bunch of strangers in unknow lands. No warning, no nothing, you're not even around familiar territory to get to the hotel. Basically left you to wander alone to fend for yourself, worse if you have a disability or mental issues...or both.

Make it make sense pls

The one where Kargo had a bear spirit?? He just magically lost it after dying with an excuse that Kique forgot in his own story that contradicts it like...three times. Kique likes to forget his own lore...because he doesn't have a script and loooooooooves to do discovery writing.

The guy is just a Gary stu

Ranach being a menace and was supposed to be this Complex and intimidating antagonist??? Forgotten, since nobody sent a bounty hunter towards him presently, the only time bounty hunters actually done their jobs was on Jahla involving Flame tribe and the matriarch, Kargo for killing two Merchants, despite Kargo and other males may not be aware of it since Meteor was an oppressive and dangerous tribe that kidnaps dogs, it'll be stupid for a merchant to make sales with them nonetheless be near them. Kargo also shows signs of PTSD or a traumatic event that has him react to survival mode; and now South-spear tribe involving them being a nuisance, why it took them that long to attack south spear??? beats me cause Kique doesn't think far from his nose, but not Ranach specifically. Thye probably don't even know he exist despite they should if the Capitol kept tabs on them and RONJA actually tells them about him during Tinget, Instead he’s given a group to form a revolutionary revolt against the capitol ( that is also - probably his poorly patched redemption arch ) after sleeping with every male as what the Author drew Ranach in a ' gay bar' .

Foreshadow anyone??

The moment he slept with Iberion is the moment he actually did something, he really thinks Sex would make them follow him to the ends of the earth. He didn't even worked for his effort as a Guard, he was taken away to do other tasks, such as a ' hunter' and a ' wrangler' now he has full reign to do whatever he wants when the whole tribe shouldn't even give him nothing, especially the viscountess. Ranach would have to be on edge 24/7 but know it's a desert bar, how south spear has no kids is beyond me.

Kique really trying very hard to make it justified, when Rome is more of a 'yes man', AKA: a dangerous Yandere, simp.

Raven crest telling capitol or at least report that one of their members basically stole their Nova and damaged property?? Forgotten. They now fear him despite Ravencrest has everything to report the red wolf and Rome. - She snuck in their camp, a wolf that has blood on their fangs, sneaking around camp. If you was innocent you wouldn't be doing that at all, you would make your presence known and stated of seeing a beacon light around the territory. - Their healer been rebelling against them for a stranger. In the Jarls eye, he is a problem and a threat, has every right to throw Rome in with Jahla until further notice, but this is Kique logic and he wants Rome to be the savior and love interest. Can't have a weak male in the comic - no suree - Rome purposely started chaos and took the Nova AND THE WOLF Rome is literally a fugitive. Raven crest can tell neighboring tribes of now someone teaming up with the wolf and did property damage. How is Jahla supposed to show Akiulfrs are not dangerous when you have members like Rome joining. they're asking for a raid. ---- In conclusion, It’s all sunshine and rainbows. “ I understands “ and Stu characters being right 24/7 Who're we supposed to root for if the Main, deutor and Antagonists are all bad. The only one is Fremja, Avanti and Aira for they don't have the screen time to become assholes like everyone else.

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this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 · 9 months

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With the tf talk being about being your higher self before union can happen without getting into the same cycles (going round and round), was wondering if happiness could have a deeper meaning or am I reading too much into it?

''And in the disbelief, I can't face reinvention I haven't met the new me yet'

'When did all our lessons start to look like weapons'

'All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness You haven't met the new me yet And I think she'll give you that'

Some other lyrics from top of my head that this tf talk had me thinking of (long reach but may as well mention) -

In the song him , it starts with

'So you were right There’s always two The one who stays, and the one who’s leaving you

Which can describe the runner/chaser dynamic. Usually switches back and forth as well due to energies.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=hIb47tXFbCo

I've seen people asking why never on the same page etc and the above vid would make sense until growth has happened.

In coney island -

'Break my soul in two looking for you But you're right here If I can't relate to you anymore Then who am I related to?'

Song seven etc could relate to them actually always been connected even though not physically?

And when I was shipwrecked (Can't think of all the cost) I thought of you (All the things that will be lost now) In the cracks of light (Can we just get a pause?) I dreamed of you (To be certain we'll be tall again) (If you think of all the costs) It was real enough (Whether weather be the frost) To get me through (Or the violence of the dog days) (Out on waves being tossed) I swear (Is there a line that we could just go cross?) You were there

Cracks of light seems to be a common thing with them and that one account.

Also dreams /connections feeling as if other person is there is a common thing tf? I think they both mention dream/daydreams in songs.

The song she could have deeper meanings too.

Sweet creature -

'We don't know where we're going but we know where we belong'

'And ohhhh, we started Two hearts in one home'

'Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home You bring me home'

Anon, these are all really terrific points!

My initial tendency (which might surprise you all) is to assume that lyrics are about the likeliest possible subject/the one the artist says. That means that for evermore, quoted above, I automatically thought YB. But when she played it live—without the haunting Bon Iver contribution—I started rethinking:

- shipwrecked, and I thought of you? Dreamed of you in the cracks of light? “It was real enough to get me through and I swear: you were there”?

Wasn’t YB physically with her at this time? And now with this new info…ooof. Yeah - this was not (just) a message for YB.

I would be remiss not to note that some of the references in happiness are to Fitzgerald’s The Great Gatsby:

- Daisy’s famous line “I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”

- “the green light” of forgiveness.

And we know Blondie loves Zelda and F Scott Fitzgerald.

But yeah - those are great catches. And Sweet Creature and coney island.

Plus, you know my thoughts on seven:

And her desire to see and affirm and help the scared child in this song? Takes on a whole new meaning if it is underscored by a belief that they’ve always been connected. Oh god. Is this the “birthmark” in Little Freak, that she didn’t see until later?

I know so little about this, including the possible use of “stay” to indicate the runner/chaser dynamic. Nor the dream/daydream connection that is all over their lyrics.

Does the moon/Saturn come in here too?

Paging @womanexile who is working on a TF mega post.

Anon - thank you so much for this detailed ask!

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jadeee · 8 months

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Vendetta Ch. 12, Part 1: Cloudy Days

📰 read chapters 1 - 11 here!

Warnings: angst, slight swearing & mentions of murder

Word Count: 3.9k

divider by @saradika ©️

"Oh my God!" You squealed as you hovered over Nicky's shoulder. He spent the last five minutes reading MJ's published piece about the two of you:

While the world gawks at the Valentinos and their upcoming case, the pair find safety and shelter in each other. Most importantly, love which is the greatest comfort of all. They continue to curate a happy home and lovely life in which they celebrate the good, the bad, and the ugly.

"We should frame this."

He set the paper aside "You wanna hang it up in the hall?"

"Why not?!"

"Okay, I've got an idea. How about we get out of this house?"

"Hm.."

"Oh c'mon," he got up from the couch and took your hands in his "we've been hermit crabs until last night."

You chuckled as he pulled you off the couch and into his arms.

"Don't you want to come out of your shell?"

"Okay," you said with a hint of defeat "where do you want to go today?"

"How about the tennis court? I haven't exercised in ages."

"You went for a swim in the pool a few days ago!"

"It's not the same!" He pouted playfully "C'mon, I'll get the rackets and everything else. Just get ready."

He kissed your forehead again before disappearing up the stairs.

Agnes stood outside of Martin's office, "Sir?"

"What?" He asked with an underlying annoyance.

"Your wife is on the line. I told her you were busy but she knows I'm lying."

"Of course she does." He took a deep breath as if bracing himself for a punch from a heavy hitter "Put her on."

"... yes, sir."

His hand rested on the phone in his office and immediately picked it up when it rang. The speaker rested near his lips but he was quiet, timid, and scared all at once.

"Martin? Martin, I know you're there." The woman said on the other end "How are you?"

He licked his lips to wet them since they were suddenly dry, "How do you think?"

She sighed "You can't keep doing this. Why don't you just come home?"

"Why haven't you signed the divorce papers?" He spat back then wiped his lips regretfully.

The line was suddenly silent except for the soft breathing of the woman on the other end.

"Teddy, sign the damn papers."

"You haven't called me that in months."

A crimson red blossomed on his cheeks, "I-- I know."

"I'm surprised you still remember my name."

"Oh Theodora, don't get smart with me!"

"I'm just saying!"

"Just stop it, alright."

"Okay..."

They enjoyed a comfortable silence until she broke it "So--"

"No." he found himself picking at a chip on his wooden desk.

"Sweetheart..."

Tears stung in his eyes as he continued to pick at the spot and held the phone to his ear. He didn't want to hang up but he couldn't bear another second. "Teddy, please."

"What happened.. it's not your fault. We can still be a family. I can turn the nursery into a room for a dog." She chuckled half-heartedly and sniffled.

Martin wiped a fallen tear from his eye "A dog isn't gonna fix this."

"I know but it's not your fault."

"Then how do you explain it? If I didn't take that case, you wouldn't have lost the baby," He shrunk back at his outburst. Hearing the words bounce off the walls made it real again and he felt himself start to crack.

"Martin," she sniffled again and went silent "the doctor said it was only a matter of time."

"Ted-- Theodora, I can't do this. I don't want to put you in danger and you can't be in a stressful environment. That's all this job is and as much as I love you, I can't leave it."

"I don't want you to."

"... just sign the papers, please."

He moved his hand an inch away from his face then brought the phone back to his lips. "I love you. Truly, I do." As his lips stringed together more to say, the sentence fell apart so he hung up the phone. Whatever he felt for his soon-to-be ex-wife, he pushed it deep down to focus on his work.

"Agnes, I don't want to hear from her unless it's an emergency! You got it?"

"I understand."

He fished something out of his shirt pocket then looked at the golden ring before putting it in his desk drawer.

Flo led MJ towards her surprise with his hands over her eyes.

"Flo, what is this?" She laughed with each slow step forward "Why does it smell like..."

"Surprise!" He lifted his hands and she saw the dinner that was spread out on the table.

"I remember one day you said 'when I make it big I want a big boss dinner with lobster and potatoes' so..."

He laughed at his poor impression of her as he gestured to the exquisite dinner he made for her and gauged her reaction. She was silent and unmoving until finally, she turned around and hugged him tightly. The impact nearly threw him off his balance. He grabbed onto a nearby chair to steady himself then hugged her back and smiled.

"Thank you," she muttered against him.

"You deserve it."

She let go of him and recomposed herself "Now, let's eat!"

The two had already shared more than a few laughs as time went by.

"So now that you're a big shot, are you going to forget about me?" Flo teased as he ate a bread roll.

"No!" Bea shook her head "You're one of the few people who believed in me. Besides, who else is going to visit my office."

"Is it still bring your own box to sit on?"

"Actually, I have two chairs now." She grinned and Flo's brows jumped up.

"Did they give you an office?!"

She nodded as she ate some more of her lobster.

"Holy-- that's amazing!" Flo smiled "Does it have those big glass windows?!"

She laughed as she went on to explain her recent promotion at work and what her new life was starting to look like.

As the night progressed, you were playing a game of cards with Nicky and losing horribly.

"Ah, damn!" You threw down your hand after seeing Nicky's winning one.

"Let me give you some tips or something. I'm starting to feel bad."

"Be honest, you're actually loving this right now."

He threw his hands up while you continued your banter. It would've carried on but the phone rang and Nicky offered to get it.

"Yeah, give me a chance to prepare for a rematch."

"You do that!" He teased.

The smile he had lingered on his face as he picked up the phone, "Hello? Who's this?"

"It's Martin."

Nicky's smile started to drop "What's going on?"

"They found a body in New York. It might be Maurizio. They're doing the testing now. I just thought I should let you know."

He nodded, unsure of what to say next.

"If this is it, then we got Floyd. I talked to some people and Maurizio may not be the only one."

"What?"

"You ever heard of Umberto Gavassi?"

A sudden pit had formed in Nicky's stomach "Yeah, I know who he is."

"Y'know if he's still alive?"

"I have no idea. I tried to forget about New York and everything with it. We see how that turned out."

"Hm.. my work's just getting started over here but things are looking up for us."

"Did you get in touch with his mother?"

Martin went quiet for a moment "I'm waiting until it's confirmed. I don't want to waste her time if it's not him."

"Right..." Nicky glanced at the floor then back to the distant room you were in.

"I'll call you when I know the results."

"Okay."

Martin and Nicky hung up at the same time. Both were thankful for the end of the conversation but unwilling to know the truth. He walked back into the room with a solemn step. You rearranged the cards in your hand "Alright, I'm ready this time. I laid everything out."

You glanced up at him and the light in your eyes dimmed. "What happened?"

"That was Martin." Nicky sat on the couch near where you sat on the floor. Where you two were happily playing cards moments ago.

"They found a body in New York and it may be Maurizio's. They're testing it now to see." He looked right past you.

"Hey," you scooted over in front of him and rested your hands on his legs. "Nicky?" you crossed your arms over his thighs and rested your head there. "We'll wait then, okay?"

He focused on you, as if he were coming back from some dark place he was visiting in his mind. He nodded and caressed your cheek. You took his hand in yours and joined him on the couch. Stella traipsed down the stairs and sat at your feet. He bent down to pet her and relished in the comfort he had between you both.

The phone rang for a milisecond and Martin picked it up "Hello."

"Martin Alonso?"

"Yes."

"It's been confirmed. It's Maurizio Botticelli."

Martin hung his head as his heart dropped to his stomach.

"You still there?"

"Yes, I'm still here." Martin said with his eyes still shut as if he were silently praying.

"We'll fax the papers and everything over to you. One of our staff is on a plane now for the court case. We're also contacting the family."

"Okay, thank you. I-" he cleared his throat "I may have another location for you to dig. I'm getting a lead now."

The person on the other end sighed "Okay, we'll be here."

Martin hung up. He was unmoving, like some creature frozen in ice. After a moment, he found the words although he'd rather not speak. "It was him, Maurizio."

Agnes solemnly nodded while her boss rubbed at his face.

"Let's give the family some time to process. I can take care of the rest of this, just go home for today."

"But sir--"

Martin waved his hand. His tall frame walked around the desk "Get a good night's rest. Forget about this case for a few hours, if you can."

Agnes stared at him for a moment then decided to follow instruction. She stood by the door "You do the same."

Martin found himself frowning and locked eyes with her. His mouth tried to form a response but he nodded instead.

You jumped up at the sound of the phone ringing yet Nicky beat you to it. Despite how close you were, you couldn't make out the words. It wasn't until you saw the color drain from his face that you knew. It was Maurizio, the teenager. The boy who's peach fuzz had barely grown in before his life was snatched from him.

Your husband's eyes were cast down at your floors. His words were low, a mere whisper "It's him."

Without thinking, your hand found itself rubbing his shoulder. Before you could speak to offer any comfort, he spoke again.

"I should tell Chris and Rocky." He picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Nicky, do you need a minute--"

"For what?" He glanced back at you while holding the phone to his ear.

You blinked at the obvious answer "To process this."

He only shook his head "There's nothing to process."

The corners of your mouth turned down at how he slightly mocked you, whether he knew it or not. Your hand shrunk back to your side. There was nothing else to talk about. He was already talking to the other person on the line. His voice grew more concerned by the second.

"What do you mean he's not there? Where is he?!"

Your fingers reached for him and he brushed his own hand against them but didn't fully take them in his. He spoke another word then hung up and picked up the phone again to make another call.

You were a shadow standing next to him. The hallway seemed to shrink with each second he spent with his back slightly faced to you. Every now and then he'd turn to his side, allowing you to see his pinched brow and bitten lip.

"Do you need anything?" Your voice was barely audible but he heard you nonetheless.

"No, I just need to make this call."

The half hearted smile he gave you provided little comfort. You returned a sympathetic one then walked off, unsure of what to do while you waited for him.

A few minutes later, he joined you in the living room but he stood nearby rather than sit beside you on the couch. All it took was a glance. The way his hand sat in his pocket, the small twist in his lip, his pinched brow and the far off look in his eye.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I'm fine."

Your lips tucked in on themself to prevent you from saying anything else. Those two words made you retreat into the farthest corner of yourself. You, his heart of hearts, could not fix this. You could not do anything and furthermore, he didn't want you to. It felt like you could choke on your heart in that moment but you simply said "Okay."

The silence crept in and made itself at home in your company. Every time you sought to challenge it, it felt.. wrong. You went back and forth in your mind on what to say, how to say it, if you should say it. It wasn't until you felt the heat on your skin, that you realized you'd been turning your wedding ring round and round on your finger. Nicky noticed it, then approached you.

"Don't worry about it," he kissed the top of your head then disappeared into the kitchen.

That small gesture made tears gather in the corners of your eyes.

Nicky busied his hands with whatever he could find in the kitchen. He was cooking. What? He couldn't say since his body was on autopilot. Funnily enough, he remembers when his mom would do the same thing. After her umpteenth spat with his father, she'd often find refuge in the kitchen. Mumbling incoherently to herself in her mother tongue, only to be humming a happy tone moments later.

"Why do you do that?"

"To remember the good times."

He rubbed the seasoning over the meat he'd been working on. Images of Maurizio seeped into his mind. As he continued to work with the meat, he tried not to cringe at the sight of the blood. It was a soft pink like a cherry blossom or a bow on a baby's head. Maurizio's had to be red. An unforgiving crimson splattered across concrete or marble like a nosebleed or busted berry. His hands caressed the meat once last time, unlike Maurizio's mom who didn't get the chance to hold her son one last time. Tears filled Nicky's eyes as he put the meat into the oven.

The doorbell rang and he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. He heard you shout something but he wasn't entirely sure what it was since he was miles away. "What'd you say?" He shouted back as he walked to the sink to wash his hands. Bits of meat fell off his hands and down the drain. Soft pink, crimson red, death and decay.

His hands were still wet when he shouted "I'll be right there!"

He ran up the stairs to the bathroom where he shut the door behind him and suppressed a silent sob for Maurizio and his own lost youth.

The doorbell rang and you were oddly thankful for the unexpected guests. "I'll get it!"

You were glad that Nicky was busy cooking but also wished he would talk to you. Yet, you knew not to push no matter how loud everything in you was screaming.

A smile spread across your face as you opened the door to see Chris and Rocky. "Hey, you two. Come on in!"

Chris gave you a small smile then tipped his hat before taking it off. Rocky kissed your cheek as he enetered your home. Stella greeted them both and they gave her customary scratches.

"Sorry Stella, I'm afraid I came to see your parents and not you this time." Rocky patted her head.

Chris looked around the house "Where's Nicky?"

"Upstairs, I think." You shut the door behind you and asked the obvious question "So you heard?"

They both nodded solemnly.

"Damn shame," Chris said.

"I was hoping it wasn't true." Rocky added.

"I just hope this gets Floyd for good and we can all rest now."

"Especially his family... poor kid." Rocky shook his head.

The room went silent as you all stood around.

"I'm gonna go look for Nicky. I'll be right back." Chris headed up the stairs leaving you and Rocky.

Rocky noticed the savory aroma filling the air "Oh, what are you cooking?"

You waved your hands "Oh, that's Nicky's doing. Not mine."

Rocky nodded and followed the smell to answer his own question. You trailed behind him.

"Actually, can I talk to you about something?"

"Sure thing." He poked his head in the oven to see what Nicky had been up to.

"Nicky kind of shut down after he got the call, and understandably so, but what do I do? I asked him if I could do anything but he said he was fine. He's clearly not but I don't want to push him."

Rocky closed the oven and looked at you with wise, tired eyes "So don't push him."

"But he's not okay."

"Obviously not but he doesn't want to talk about it." Rocky leaned against the counter "Just give him time. This is heavy stuff, kid and all he wants is to be with you, but it seems like everything in the world is pulling him back."

Your brows pinched as you marinated on his words of wisdom "Thanks. I didn't think of it that way."

"When he's ready, he'll talk to you." He patted your shoulder "Okay?"

You nodded and Rocky looked past you at the two men descending the stairs.

"I'm looking forward to this meal, Nicky. It's hard to find a taste of the motherland in this place."

Nicky gave him a half-hearted smile "I hope it tastes as good as you make it sound."

There was soft talk of this and that while the news of Maurizio's confirmed death hung over everyone's head like a cloud. Every now and then, your eyes darted to your husband and you noticed how his food looked untouched. His glass was half full and the only time he sipped from it was when someone started to talk to him. As if the wine would silence him forever so he wouldn't have to utter a word.

His hazel eyes were currently fixated on the oak table. Chris had just asked him a question.

"No, no new projects now. There's just too much going on."

"I know that. I asked if you had any ideas for an upcoming project."

"Oh," Nicky wiped his brow and smiled softly "no, I'm afraid not."

"I'm sure we'll have plenty of ideas after everything settles down." You chimed in.

Chris nodded his head "Y'know, I wouldn't blame you two if you took a break from the business."

"You deserve it." Rocky added before polishing off his glass.

The corner of your lip turned up in a suppressed smile. A knot had formed in your stomach. It didn't feel right to talk of vacations when you'd found out hours ago a teenager was murdered. "We'll see," is all you said.

The rest of the dinner was quiet which was unusual. Chris and Rocky took their leave but not before giving you and Nicky tight hugs. Then just like that, you were left alone with Nicky who said he was fine but obviously wasn't. Your hands were drying off the plate he'd just passed to you when he said "I'm going to bed early."

Your throat tensed and you tried to say "Okay," like you normally would but it sounded forced. It sounded candied with a sour center. He dried off his hands and kissed your temple then walked upstairs to your shared bedroom. When you were alone, you sighed and studied your reflection in the window.

About ten minutes later, you walked upstairs. When you made it into your bedroom, it looked like Nicky had already fell fast asleep. The room was a dark, icy blue. His mishapen figured was buried under the comforter with Stella at his side. You didn't feel steam from the bathroom nearby so he must've changed straight into his pajamas and climbed into bed.

The knot traveled from your stomach to your throat. It only multiplied with each step forward and it felt like a six ton weight when you sank into bed.

"Nicky, are you sleeping?"

"No."

You turned to face his back and tried to find your words but it didn't matter because he spoke for you.

"I really don't want to do this. Not right now."

You took a deep breath and exhaled softly. You patted the space between you then got up to get ready for bed.

It seemed like you were fighting sleep that night. Meanwhile, that was all Martin could think about. He and Agnes caught a red-eye to New York for several reasons. The first being to speak to the family of the bereaved. Seeing the mother's face twist when she heard the news was something he'd never forget. He remembered the sister being still as stone, a single tear falling from her eye. They interviewed them and thought they wouldn't get much except they were wrong. The sister had a small booklet of notes she gathered on Floyd's crew before he brother's untimely death. It was that small stack of yellowed, tattered pages that got them where they were now, looking into the trunk of Umberto Gavazzi's car. If you tore away the fabric, you saw a stash of keepsakes. The most noticeable being Maurizio's string bracelet which matched his sister's. Martin only saw it moments ago so when he noticed the red string, he felt sick.

"Sir," Agnes tapped Martin's arm.

"What?" He snapped back to the present.

"It's Cliff's baseball card." She pointed to the faded card peeking out behind Maurizio's bracelet among other keepsakes.

Martin and his assistant had made the most of their time in New York by interviewing Cliff Wallace's family as well. His father told a brief anectdote about how his son carried a baseball card with him everywhere. He got it for his eighth birthday and claimed it was good luck.

Martin dropped the fabric so the items were covered again. He approached one of the officers standing nearby. He locked eyes with Umberto himself who only stood a few feet away with an officer watching him like a guard dog.

"This man is under arrest for the murder of two children and God knows who else. Test everything in the trunk and send me the results as soon as you get them."

The officer nodded and looked back at his coworker and simply nodded. The man read Umberto Gavazzi his rights and clasped the metal bracelets around his wrists.

Author's Note: Martin may be my new favorite character. How do we feel about him? Fun fact, 'Death & Decay' was actually a perfume sold at my old job - not my favorite though lol.

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frogmanfae · 9 months

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Newsies as shit that happened at band camp part 4 (its a hefty one today y'all)

Crutchie: *shows Finch a video*

Finch: I don't get it..?

Crutchie: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T GET IT??? It's a weiner dog doing a flip!!

Albert: Did you just spit on me?

Race: No my nail broke and I accidentally threw it at you (/srs)

Davey: I painted my nails and watched Euphoria

Race: Of course you did

Davey: I got through the entirety of season 1

Race: You should be ashamed of yourself

Davey: Why?? It's about lesbians!

Race: exactly! I don't like gay people

Buttons: Preach!! Kill the gays!

Finch: How long have you been straight?

Albert, who had his heart broken by a guy three months ago and has been saying it turned him straight but he keeps "relapsing" into queerness every time he sees a pretty boy: ...Two minutes

Crutchie: Come on heterosexual you can do it

Katherine: *sobbing/laughing* I can't do it!! This is a man's job!! (/j)

Finch: What are you doing?

Race: He's pumpin

Albert: I bought this water balloon pump for $10 and it's already halfway empty because I just keep pumping them with air until they explode

Davey: Fabio (Les, who previously had hair longer than Sarah's) cut his hair

Jack: WHAT??? NOOO!!!

Romeo: Jamaica they're trapped down in

Romeo: Jamaica they can't even

Romeo: Japarty

Elmer: What are you doing??

Romeo: That's my favorite episode of Total Drama

Spot: He looks like Topher

Race: He looks like Geoff

Romeo: I know he's a registered felon crazy man but I'd still smash

Jack: *randomly* happy happy birthday from Applebee's to you we wish it was our birthday so we could party too, hey-

Race: Trumpets are just anorexic bugles

Albert: Literally what??

Jack: The Commonwealth of Pennsylvania

Davey: My mom told me she wants me to have kids with you

Katherine: SHE SAID WHAT

Davey: yeah so she knows I'm gay but she still wants me to have biological children and she said you would be a, quote, "perfect choice"

Katherine: why?? Should I be flattered??

Davey: no idea, she just kinda said it

Spot: Ahhh I already have drum shit on me and it's only 8:30

Spot: My hips are so fuckin bruised

Davey: Does your harness need adjusted? It shouldn't be sitting on your hips-

Spot: My body is structured different than yours, genius

Race: It's not a four year difference it's a three year difference

Albert: Oh wow so much better

Sarah: One time I took it and it said I was a child of Apollo and the other two times I was a Hunter of Artemis. So basically the Percy Jackson official godly parent quiz called me an official faggot like four times

Spot: I don't know his real name but I call him critter because he's annoying as fuck

Jack: Clap! If you care!

The band: *silence*

Denton: If you're losing your trombone it's not here

Albert: *sobbing* I'm losing MY MIND!!!

Jack: I have backne and I can feel the sweat dripping down

Crutchie: That is incredibly too much detail for me

Denton: If you're going to make a mistake, make the 76 Trombone mistake

Medda: Don't breathe! DON'T BREATHE!!!

Elmer: You can't go naked!!

Albert: It's fine I have a wife beater-

Race: You have a WHAT

Albert: Have you not been up at the field this week? Your shoes are still white

Finch: These ones are new

Albert: Oh so you're a cheater

Finch: You gotta even out the redness

Race: My gluteus maximus is wet!!!

Specs: I lost sense of smell in my right eye

Denton: Woah Betty...!

Crutchie: I get to leave early to go to therapy

Finch: Which kind?

Crutchie: Physical. The worst kind.

Davey, Jack, Finch, and Spot: *an entire conversation made up entirety of various incorrect pronunciations of Duquesne (doo-kane)*

Albert: *google searching where gay marriage is legal* GRAND THEFT AUTO THE BALLAD OF GAY TONY???

Race: Oh my god Davey's mom! *joking lustfully*

Denton: Who is that? Jack?

Jack: Me!

Denton: Okay do you have some screws loose or...?

Medda: On his instrument or like in general?

Denton: We have one shared pencil in this band where is it??

Blink: I'm that guy

Tommy Boy: Hey guess what

Blink: Yeah?

Tommy Boy: Shut the fuck up.

Denton: Out in trumpet land- or I guess brass land

Romeo: Nuh uh we know who your favorite is now. There's no saving yourself.

Denton: Okay so it's Tuesday-

Albert and Race: IT'S CHEWSDAY

Jack: CHEWSDAY

Crutchie: *snorts* is it really chewsday?

Sarah: It's chewsday innit?

Denton: ... I don't get it is this something I should know or-?

Jack: No we're just making fun of British people

Denton: Oh! Okay that's... Fine, I guess? Anyway-

Medda: Okay I wanna hear everyone who plays at 17 so that's... Bari sax, trumpet trombone and tuba

Specs: Wait but we play at 17

Medda: Yes flutes play but I don't want to hear you

Albert: *flipping his drum stick* One *flip* two *flip* three *flip* four! *flip* five!! *flip*

Spot: *hits the stick away*

Denton: You start to sound like a saggy diaper. Nobody wants to be the saggy diaper of the band

Jack: Oh my god does that say Scope??

Crutchie: Scope???

Buttons: ... Who's Scope?

Jack: They graduated last year

Davey: Gone, but not forgotten

Davey, about Jojo: That kid wears a propeller hat in my brain

Denton: Okay lets go marching cadence

Davey: ugh...

Denton: Old fashioned roll off

Davey: Ugh...

Denton: Into the fight song

Davey: UGHH

Davey: *sitting on top of the drum cabinet*

Jack: Wha- how- why??

Davey: Do you see any other seats?

Jack: *gestures to a ledge on the floor*

Davey: No

Jack: *points at a chair 2 feet away*

Davey: Dude, I'm gay

Jack: Just because you're day doesn't mean your not-

Davey: Day? I'm day?

Jack: Wow I can't believe you would make fun of my speech impediment, I thought you were gay. Turns out you're not even slay.

Race: I did better this time! We got together around the same time as my last relationship, end of February and I didn't do anything until June- July! I should get a medal!

Buttons: *randomly approaches Elmer* do you want some week old Cheetos?

Elmer: no- actually I have to think about that... No...

Spot: *squeaking his drum harness* me and your mom last ni-

Jack: I need him to come back and just squirt directly into my mouth

Davey: *blinks aggressively*

Elmer: What did he say?

Davey: What?

Elmer: You just got like transported into another dimension

Davey: Oh my contacts shifted out of place

Elmer: Oh and you saw the future?

Davey: my legs hurt. We don't move for this one do you think I can lay down and play?

Denton: okay musicians just relax for this run, you can sit and play while the fronts figure things out

Davey: ooh I'm gonna lay down and play!

Spot: you're an idiot

Davey: shut up help me lay down!

Spot: *helps Davey lay down with his drums on looking at him like he's stupid the whole time*

Davey: oh yeah. This is it.

#newsies #newsies at band camp #band camp #this one is longgg

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lovelycreativetragedies · 6 months

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crawl home to ya⚡🌊

lego niniago fic, requested by nobody ( this is a re upload from my wattpad.) no trigger warnings! feel free to request.

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context : based off of Nya and jay during the prime empire season. after nya gets cubed and jay is left alone to save ninjago yknow! (but with an alternative sad ending.)

based off of " Work song " by Hozier

main quote - > " when my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold dark earth, no grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her. "

(flashback)

Jay was sobbing into the orange luminescent cube that used to be his world, nya. he couldn't do this alone. but he needed to try.

(end of flashback)

he trudged up the stairs of the monestary, pushing that memory out of his mind. he was so angry.

he had freed everyone from the clutches of that stupid damn game. except one. Nya.

somehow when she got cubed.. something went wrong. nobody knew why she hadn't came back. thats what pissed him off. he had failed to save the only person he loved, and nobody even knew why.

he stormed off to his room, ignoring the worried glances he got from the newly freed ninja.

he made it to his bed, flopping down on it and just sobbing. his real parents were right to leave him on a doorstep, a junkyard is right where he belongs.

After an uncomfortable slumber, he awoke to the sound of someone knocking on his door. he groaned. he didn't wanna hear from anyone right now.

He slowly pulled himself up, too tired to notice.. the water that littered his floor. which was definitely weird, the monestary didn't usually randomly have water leaking from anywhere. especially not his room.

when he opened the door, he found zane standing there with a worried look on his face. " hey jay? how are you doing? " zane asked, even though he knew the answer. jays tear stained eyes were enough of a hint. " not.. good.. " jay mumbled. Zane immediately hugged him, which was way out of character for him. zane never hugged anyone. jay accepted the hug, as zane came into his room, still having his arm wrapped tightly around jay.

" woah- your floor is covered in water. what in the name of ninjago happened? " Zane said, stepping over the puddles of water to jays bed. " I dunno. " jay said, sniffing as he was placed onto his bed. he leaned his head on zanes shoulder, sniffing.

Zane decided itd be a good idea to stay with jay tonight. so once he fell asleep, he also layed down and fell asleep.

in the middle of the night, jay awoke, startled. he heard water splashing, and he looked over to see Zane snoring next to him. what the hell was all that water? that's when he saw it.

a figure standing in the corner, covered in water. nya.

" nya!! " jay screamed, running towards her. but she got further and further away from him. " ꒐̶i̶m ̶s̶o ̶s̶o̶r̶r̶y ̶j̶a̶y." nya said, but her voice was all distorted and muffled.

then, jay woke up. that was a horrible nightmare.

he then noticed a blue light leaking out from just outside his bedroom door. not this again. it reminded him of the door to.. prime empire.

jay got up, slowly walking towards his bedroom door. he creeked it open, and only saw blue. he stepped slowly into the blue light.

when his vision finally focused again he noticed nya in the void of blue. it was only her, and she was crying.

" .. nya?.. is it really you this time? "

jay croaked out, stepping towards her.

" jay?? jay!! " nya screamed, running towards him and embracing him tightly. " oh god.. you don't know how much I wanted you to get my message. I can't- I can't get out of here! I'm trapped! wait- we're trapped!! "

jay then realised that as well, and like a lost dog, he spun around, noticing the same door he came through, still there. he grabbed nyas hand, dragging her towards the door. he jumped through it, throwing nya through. if he didn't make it through, he was making sure she would.

he landed roughly on the floor, he immediately rolled over, trying to grab hold of nya. when he finally did, he burst into tears and hugged her tighter than he ever had before.

" I thought you were gone forever nya! " he shouted, sniffing and choking on his sobs.

then zane shot up from the bed, running over to both of them. " nya?! jay- are you both okay?! "

" I'm okay! jay- oh god you're bleeding!! " nya screamed, grabbing him up from the floor. he hadn't even realized he had hit his head hard on the floor and it was bleeding pretty bad.

he still didn't let go of nya. he was so terrified she'd disappear again. nya sat him down on the bed, not trying to pull him off of her at all. whilst zane went to go get something to stop the bleeding on his head. this would be a delight to explain to the other ninja and master wu.

once jays head was taken care of, nya was scared that he might have a concussion. he hadn't spoke a word, just cried and whimpered and clung onto nya.

she layed him down in bed, staying next to him as they both slept.

everything would be alright.

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1000night · 2 years

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Lawyers and the ponytail

okay so it's on my period and I really want to hug Andy and Mike I don't know why....

Andy Barber

He adores your ponytail, always stared at it.

When the first time he see you tie up to a ponytail, he forget what the professor said and the class, he just stared at your adorable and smooth hair.

After you two being friends, he still need to scolded himself for the urge to hug you and stroke your ponytail.

When you allowed him to touch your hair, he almost faint and sweat his hands.

Why wouldn't he? He could touch your hair when the most of the men were not allowed.

He comb the hair, saw the hair flew and through his fingers, the floral scents from your shampoo stimulate his nostrils.

And he knew he was screwed up.

After your college life, the conditions became more...complicated.

Andy found his attention all on your ponytail, it's didn't matter that it's in a meeting or just a dialogue conversations.

When you start moving and the ponytail start swaying rhythmic. He is conditioned like Pavlov's dog.

"Don't, just don't behave like a creep, Barber."

"You said that as if you didn't do the same thing, Weiss."

"I am not that desperate. It's just a ponytail, what's wrong with you? I don't know you have this kink, hum?"

Andy bites the inner side of his cheeks and murmuring himself.

"It's not ' just a ponytail', it's her ponytail and that's why I couldn't stop on my own."

Mike rolls his eyes as he across his arms cross his chest.

"Yeah yeah the crushed on thing, and you still have? To her? Nothing changed since the college?"

Andy shakes his head as he watches you through the glasses. You are chatting with a young woman which just want to divorce her ungrateful husband. As you are seeking for the files you need. He noticed your ponytail is swaying again.

"Never changed when she came into my life."

Mike Weiss

Completely confused about why Andy admired your ponytail for so long. And why he always chicken out to ask for your permission to touch your hair.

Until he saw you tie your hair up to lower ponytail one day, and his heart lost a beat as his eyes following your every move uncontrollably.

A weird feeling lit up in his chest as his eyes your ponytail, then down your delicate neck.

His Adam's apple was babbling.

Oh god he want to side your hair and leave his marks on your neck, and when the other men on the street or anywhere try to steal you away—they'll see his mark when your ponytail start swaying.

Now he knows where's Andy's Ponytail Admiration coming from.

Scott Huffman

He loves your ponytail because he could played with it. Swirling your hair around his finger while you two take the elevator together or when he has to join a boring meeting.

He always kisses your hair unnoticed by you and praised your new shampoo or other products. He loved to see you frustrated and keeps trying to hide the true feeling from him.

He helped you braid your hair with a side once. It was his first time braid someone's hair so that's say it's not a good one. But you still thanked for his work then used the scarf scrunchie set to tied together.

Since then, he searched some hair styles and learned how to wear them. And that's why he has a drawer of different kinds of hair ties.

#1000drabble series #1000night masterlist #andy barber x female chubby reader #mike weiss x female chubby reader #scott huffman x female chubby reader #andy barber x reader #mike weiss x reader #scott huffman x reader

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ncity-carrotcity-tancity · 2 years

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#4350 part 1 - Bus stop

#4350 masterlist ao3

"Did you see your prince charming today ? Did he wake you up from your sleep with a kiss ?" your friend asked with a knowing look.

You growled.

"I hate you so much."

They giggled, delighted.

Or in which reader developped a crush on the stranger she fell asleep on in the bus.

pairing : joshua hong x f!reader - seokkwan and soonhoon blink and you'll miss it

tags : strangers to lovers ; meeting on the bus ; pining from a distance ;

warnings : nothing

part 1 words : 2k

total fic words : 14k

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"Did you see your prince charming today ? Did he wake you up from your sleep with a kiss ?" your friend asked with a knowing look.

You growled.

"I hate you so much."

They giggled, delighted.

Honestly, only you could manage to develop a crush on the stranger you fell asleep on in the bus.

Deep sigh.

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Few days earlier.

You pouted.

You were so tired, your day had been so long and, may you say, kind of shitty. You had just argued with your partner for your project due tomorrow which was halfway done (he was supposed to do the other part) and your mom called telling you the family dog was sick.

You shook your head. Last night, you went to bed later then usual, which only made your condition worse. You wish you could say it was because you studied extra hours but you just got caught into your show and finished a season in a night.

Dumb fuck.

You sighed for what seemed to be the millionth time today as the bus #4350 finally arrived.

You jumped in, beeping your card as you entered.

Without even looking where you were sitting, you paired your earbuds to your phone and put your soft playlist on. You weren't planning to doze off, mostly because the drive was only 15 minutes long, but as soon as the first notes of Evermore from Taylor Swift sounded, you passed out.

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You woke up as a hand softly brushed your shoulder.

"Hey, hum..." a voice murmured too close to your ear.

You jumped.

This couldn't be true. You couldn't have fallen asleep on the shoulder of the stranger sitting next to you who happened to be extremely handsome.

"I- I'm so sorry. Oh my god !" you blathered, your face probably red.

"No, no problem ! You actually smelled so nice-" the pretty boy's eyes became as big as a fist as he gasped. "I mean, you didn't bother me ! But you should hurry or you are gonna miss the next stop."

You blinked, lost, but quickly snapped out of it and took a look outside to understand how long you had been taking advantage of pretty boy's shoulder.

You were indeed one stop away from your apartment.

You collected your stuff as fast as you could as the bus' doors were already opening.

You turned around to thank the boy and to apologize once again. He shook his hands, telling you it was really no problem.

You hurried out of the bus before the doors would close and watched it leave.

You stood there for a second, as if under a spell, and it suddenly hit you : how could he know which stop was yours ?

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"Please tell me you asked for his number," your best friend said with a pleading voice.

"Cole ! Have you even listening to a single thing I just told you ? I rushed as fast as I could off the bus not to miss my stop. How in the world would you want me to have asked for his number ?"

You heard them sigh.

"Well, at least he must take this bus everyday, just like you..."

"I wouldn't even know, it's always so full of people."

"Next time you can talk to him and discover what his name is !" they exclaimed enthusiastically.

"Supposing I would see him again, why would I ever try to talk to him after I embarrassed myself like that ?" you scoffed.

"Because he embarassed himself too and he very obviously must have observed you, otherwise he wouldn't have known your stop !"

You sighed.

"You're giving me a headache. How are things with your girlfriend ?" you jumped on the first subject possible.

"That's low y/n ! You know I don't wanna talk about that," they pouted.

"Sorry...should we grab something to eat and relax in front of a movie ?" you suggested to apologize.

"You pay for the food," they retorted immediately.

"Of course," you laughed and hugged them.

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You took the bus again and this time, you inspected it carefully to find your boy.

You saw him, a book in his hands, probably at the same time as he saw you.

You both averted your gaze, a sligth blush on your cheeks.

You walked past him and took a seat behind him on his left, the perfect place to stare at him creepily without him noticing.

Saying you were disappointed you didn't greet each other would be a lie. Not that it mattered that much, obviously, you didn't even expect to ever become his friend.

You put on your earbuds and choose a playlist before rising your eyes to inspect him carefully.

Last time you hadn't had the time to really look at him.

His hair was parted and a messy curly. It was quite long and an ash blond that looked nearly grey.

You noticed that his eyes that you first thought were a dark brown were actually a lighter hazelnut. They were the prettiest when the sun kissed his face and you could see their true colour.

He was wearing a simple white t-shirt under a beige blazer and some pants that were a darker beige.

He was always careful of his posture, probably not even doing it on purpose.

He looked...good. Damn good.

The free seat next to him seemed extremely inviting but you shook the thought out your brain.

You rose the volume on your phone and stopped staring at your bus boy.

He left the bus two stops before yours and you once again exchanged a look when he jumped off, but this time he nodded his head to you and you replied with a smile.

Maybe your heart melted.

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The next afternoon, you had waited all day to see him and maybe simply greet him ? Nothing incredible, you weren't trying to become his friend anyway.

But when you entered the bus, he was nowhere to be seen.

You didn't know why you were disappointed. It was not like you knew his agenda and he was supposed to take this bus every afternoon. He could have decided to take the one before or the one after, to spend more time with his friends or to work at the library. He may have a job and had to stay some extra hours today. Or maybe he didn't take this bus every afternoon like you did.

You didn't even know why all these thoughts were crossing your mind.

You frowned and put on your music to distract yourself.

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You saw him again the next day.

He was sitting next to the window, staring at the landscape outside.

You thought he wouldn't notice your presence but he suddenly turned his head as you were looking for a seat. He smiled and you shook your hand, murmuring a timid "Hi" as you sat a few seats before him. He waved back.

You had your back against the window, enabling you to see both the front and the back of the bus (and casually to steal a look from him from time to time).

This time you noticed he had an habit to stick his tongue out to wet his lips and when he seemed lost in his thoughts. It was adorable.

You found yourself displaying a soft smile. What were you doing exactly ? For all you knew, he could have a significant other.

You sighed.

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Once again your crush wasn't in the bus when you walked in. You pouted. You wanted to actually approach him today.

One stop later, you saw the man himself jump on the bus, immediately looking for something (someone) in the crowd and his face lighting up when he saw you. He lowered his gaze with a cute smile.

A hand pushed him and he stumbled. He turned around, frowning. The boy behind him laughed and said loud enough for you to hear :

"Come on Shua, people are waiting behind us !"

He wasn't alone today ?

Pause.

'Shua' ?

You hummed, with a little smile. You knew his name now. Or at least his nickname.

That was a start right ?

'Shua' rolled his eyes and you giggled.

"Come here !" his friend exclaimed, grabbing his hand and sitting just in front of you.

You took a glance at Shua's friend and noticed how, him too, was perfectly handsome. He had long dark hair and his face was... angel like.

They began to talk and you noted that they seemed extremely close. They constantly nudged each other playfully, laughing at everything the other said.

It warmed your heart. You had to admit they were cute together.

You noticed your boy had a habit of putting his hand in front if his mouth when he giggled softly.

Sometimes your boy would cry a "Jeonghan !" desperately when the other boy was messing with him but all this 'Jeonghan' would ever call your bus boy was 'Shua'.

You exchanged a look with both of them once or twice, smiling kindly before gazing away.

Way to be subtle y/n...

As you were approaching Shua's habitual stop, you saw them grow excited again, your boy doing anything possible to shut Jeonghan's mouth as the other one had a mischievous smile.

You heard him murmur : "Jeonghan no ! I'm not doing it !" as his friend was laughing out loud and staring your way.

"Fine..." his devilish friend started and he grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and scribbled something on it. "Then I'm doing it !"

Shua's eyes grew bigger and he tried by all mean to take the paper but Jeonghan was seemingly holding onto it for dear life.

"Han ! We are not doing that !"

"We aren't, I am !"

You fake caughed to hide the laugh that escaped your lips. This Jeonghan really seemed like a pain in the ass. You liked him.

The bus eventually opened the doors in front of their stop and Shua tried one last desperate move to extract the paper from his friend's hands, which worked but the paper flew away, right next to your feet.

You being a sneaky snake, you hid it under your shoe as the boys were looking for it.

Before they could run outside, the doors closed and the bus departed.

"We missed the stop !" Shua complained, turning around to poke his friend. "You're such a pain in the ass Yoon Jeonghan !"

"If you weren't a wimp, we wouldn't have missed it Hong Jisoo !" Jeonghan retorted, poking him in return.

'Hong Jisoo', huh ? You wondered why the 'Shua' then.

You remembered the little piece of paper under your shoe and kneeled to grab it.

As the two of them were still arguing, you approached their seat and cleared your throat.

"Hi !" you greeted with your softest smile. "You were looking for that ?" you asked, handing them the paper.

They both stared at you, clueless, but Jisoo pushed your hand lightly, returning it to you.

"Y-you can keep it..."

You looked at your hand then glanced back at him and you were probably displaying the same dumb awkward smile as him.

You felt like butterflies wings were tickling your skin where he just touched you and like your heart was seconds away from exploding.

The bus stopped and you blinked, putting an end to whatever spell you were under.

Jeonghan chuckled.

"That was intens-"

Before he could finish, Jisoo pushed him to the doors.

"Bye" he just told you and they jumped off.

You exhaled.

That's it, you were whipped.

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"That's so romantic oh my god !"

You sighed.

"How weak must I be for him to simply touch my hand and now all I can think about is him ?"

Saying Cole was delighted was an understatement. They were jumping everywhere and asking for all the details.

"And ? What did the paper say ?"

"I don't know. I didn't open it, it's not mine."

You felt a slap on the back of your head.

"Ow !" you protested.

"Y/n y/l/n ? Are you fucking dumb ? He gave it to you ! Where is it ?"

"He just said that I could keep it, probably because he didn't know what to do with it anyway..." you retorted.

"I can't believe you just said that...Where is it ?"

You looked in your back pocket but didn't find it.

"I... don't know," you answered dumbfounded.

"Don't bullshit me, where did you hide it ?"

Your friend jumped on their feet to look for it and search all your pockets uselessly.

"I must have lost it," you said rising your shoulders.

"There could have been his phone number on it ! He wanted you to text him !" they exclaimed, borderline screaming.

"Well, I don't know where I put it. And I really don't think it was his phone number to be honest."

Your friend was emptying your school bag and they turned around.

"Y/n, you do understand that this boy is as much, if not more, into you as you are into him, right ?" they seriously told you.

"I am not sure about that and you can't be either because you have never seen him !"

Cole groaned but didn't say anything because they knew this was where the discussion was ending.

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Later that night, as you were opening your book to study, you saw a piece of paper fall from it.

You smiled, recognising it.

You opened it curiously, excited to see if what Cole said could be true.

You read the few lines written on it and opened your mouth, scoffing.

Well, in your defense, you were right, it wasn't Jisoo's phone number.

#hong Joshua #hong joshua x reader #hong jisoo x reader #joshua x reader #writting #4350 part 1 #seventeen

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a-sexy-asexual-658 · 1 year

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The Twin Sister (Part 13)

Now we were sitting in a fancy courtroom waiting for fancy people. I have a pretty good feeling their asswholes. Anyway, at least I followed my instinct and dressed up today. I was wearing my signature jacket with theater tights and a blue and red skirt. I had comfy fuzzy combat boots with red lining on along with a blue human t-shirt with the foxfire and Ruewen symbols ironed onto it in red. I had the red ribbon Jay had given me on, I actually wrapped it so that one part was like a choker and the other is a long necklace. The crystal dog tag was on the necklace part tucked under my shirt.

As the fancy people walked in with these grey creatures- awesome I wanna fight one!- We stood up and bowed. Although mine was exaggerated out of mock respect, which Sophie elbowed me for. Oralie came over as the council started questioning Sophie.

I'm guessing you're waiting for me to give specifics, well no. I just zoned out the whole time, examining the councilors. And yes they all looked like asswholes. Suddenly someone tapped on my shoulder and I had to stand. Oralie put her hand on my shoulder and wrist, ahh lie detector, wonder if I can beat her. Hmm.

"Miss Foster, where is your registry pendant?" The Emery guy asked.

"I lost it."

"That's a lie," Oralie said from behind me and everyone gasped at the fact I had lied to the council and Emery narrowed his eyes at me.

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

"Fine, I broke it."

"Also a lie."

"I threw it away."

"Also a lie." Bitch.

"I didn't want to wear it.

"Truth but still a lie."

"Ugh, it's right here!" I said pulling it out and then the council questioned why it wasn't on its usual wired thing.

"Because it's fucking uncomfortable, your lucky I'm even wearing it," I said and everyone gasped.

"That language is not acceptable in this room!"

"Then I will leave."

"No you will not, you have not been dismissed yet."

"Then the fuck you want me to do about it," I said crossing my arms. The guy groaned but surprisingly he left it alone realizing he can't do anything about it. Yeah that's right you can't, no one can stop me from cursing. . . . Well except Grady . .. . . and Sophie . . . . . and Edaline, but that's it!!

"What were you doing during the Elementine bottling?" Emery asked me.

"Napping."

"Truth." And everyone sweatdropped, I was seriously napping the whole time? Yes people, yes I was. It's called the power of lazy sleep-deprived people being capable of sleeping through anything once they are actually asleep, well except their alarm, that's just plain wicked magic.

Soon the tribunal was over and we got to leave.

We were outside now and Dex was saying how cool that was but Alden took me and Sophie away but first Dex had to ask.

"Is Wonderboy going to know about this?"

"Nope," I said.

"Yes! Finally something I know Wonderboy doesn't!" I laughed as Grady took him and left telling us.

"See you at home kiddos and (Y/N) we will be having a long talk about lying to the council and cursing." I paled and turned to Alden.

"Make this as long as possible," I said and he chuckled leading us away, bitch this is a crisis. They began to talk as I zoned out ignoring them.

"(Y/N) are you listening?"

"Nope."

Soon we arrived at a door. "What's this place," I stated more than asked.

"The councilors offices, you both have an appointment with Councilor Terik." He said and as he was about to knock the door swung open and the non-asswhole-looking counselor was revealed. Oh thank god, let's just hope it isn't just his look that makes him seem like a non-asswhole.

I looked up at the man. "Teach me."

He looked at me bewildered. "What?"

"How to open a door right before someone knocks, such mind tricks! Teach me, oh great one." I said and he looked freaked out as I grinned. Sophie hit me over the head.

"Seriously?" she said.

"Yes."

"Him?"

"Yes."

"Alright."

I turned to Councilor Terik, "You're my new idol." I said and he had that look in his eyes that said he was rethinking his life decisions. He led us in after dismissing Alden and started talking about checking potential or whatever. That's when I cut in.

"You said potential and that means potential for both good and bad, right?" He looked surprised but then smiled.

"Finally someone gets it!" he said looking relieved, he then checked our potential and said it was interesting, and when we went back to the door he opened it just before Alden knocked.

"Seriously, dude, you have to teach me that," I said with a completely serious face.

"Sure, but some other time." he laughed and we left. When we got to Havenfield I tried sneaking up the stairs before Grady found me as Alden kept Sophie behind for some reason I didn't care enough to pay attention to. I was about halfway up the second flight of stairs when Grady caught me.

"Where do you think you're going." I heard the haunting voice behind me and turned to find the scarily calm Grady. Heheh, I'm in trouble.

I raced up the stairs before he could stop me and soon arrived in my room, locking the door. I heard him racing up the stairs and I freaked the fuck out. I grabbed my bag and started stuffing my clothes and hygiene stuff in there while trying to figure out an escape root. He was at the door so Leapmaster was off the list. I then remembered that strange purple crystal I found in Alvar's room.

"Y'know what? Fuck it!" I didn't want to get in trouble so I made the idiotic move of using it. Big mistake.

I ended up in a hallway, it wasn't by any means abandoned but it was dark. I walked around for a bit, passing the occasional door. Finally, I stopped at a door that said 'Ruy', hmm it must belong to someone. Let's look inside. I opened the door and found

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a boring room. It literally had only a small bed and a desk with a closet and bathroom attached. Boring. I glanced around for anything interesting when the door to the bathroom opened. Out walked a hot boy. Please hear me out!

He had gorgeous black hair that was currently flat from taking a shower, which he was drying with his pale yet hot hands. Yes, hands are hot, have you seen drawings of them by Tiktok artists? Hot. Anyway, he had dark electric blue eyes that had a mysterious mist fallen over them that just made me want to stare into their depths forever, ahh why do I have so many crushes. Anyway, He had small plump girly lips and was wearing a black tank top with grey cargo pants. Hot.

He looked familiar though but from where. He took a minute to register me in there, but when he did for some reason a light pink covered his cheeks, and then it all clicked.

"Who -" I cut him off.

"Wait a fucking minute- JACKSON!?!?" I yelled out of shock.

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Ahh yes finally a cliffhanger! Now suffer.

Goodbye.

~Sahiko

#sophie foster #kotlc fanfic #kotlc #kotlc x reader #(y/n)#more to but I'm lazy #keeper of the lost cities

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