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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
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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