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More bad pick-up lines~Dave X Reader(so I decided to write another one heh. So in this is sorta of a sequel to the last one. Except for the reader isn't dating John this time. John just wants to get revenge for the bad pick -up lines. Yeah there is swearing.)
Dave may have set you up with the love of your life but those pick-up lines were just dreadful. I mean who comes up with that shit. (the author is sweating nervously ). Wait I HAVE A PLAN. Oh this is going to be the greatest prank ever~! Giving the Strider a taste of his own medicine.
~Normal no one p.o.v.~
"Hey Dave. I have a plan to set you up with (Y/n)." John says.
"No seriously I talked with (y/n). She said that she loves Pick-up lines. I asked her what her turn-ons are."
"Yeah I wrote a few down for you."
"And why should I use these?"
"Because Pick-up lines worked for me."
"Fine I guess I will try." He says adjusting his shades.
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Feelings Japan x Reader x Italy chapter 1
It all started with the word 'Japan'.
"(Name), I regret to tell you that we have to move away due to your father's job transfer." (Name)'s mom said, holding (Name)'s little hands in her own.
(Name)'s eyes widened. "W-w-why, mamma? I wanna stay here in Italy with Feliciano." (Name) protested. Believe it or not, this would be the 6th time they've changed locations in the past year.
(Name) and her parents had lived in Italy for 4 months, enough time for (Name) to meet the sweet Feliciano Vargas.
It was he who had taught (Name) Italian and she will never forget Feli for that.
"I'm sorry (Name) but it's for the best. Get as many box's you can find in the market and start packing. We have a deadline so get to it." (Name)'s mom said, getting up from her crouching position.
After (Name) promised Feli that she'd visit soon, the (Last Name) family moved to Japa
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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