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The Morning After | Jax & Pomni Human AU | Trenzo | Part 2 ..
crazy in ways i’ll never say
the prophecy series: part 4
luke castellan x reader
series masterlist here
“i feel crazy in ways ill never say. will you still love me if it turns out i’m insane?” - we’re in love by boygenius
being a prophet makes you feel crazy sometimes, and the last thing you want to do is hurt your one true friend.
warnings and tags: a little bit of angst, luke just wants his girl to be okay, reader feels like she’s going crazy, they’re so close to kissing i promise
word count: 1k
We’re Still Here
Screams and sobs.
That was the kind of “music” that accompanied a factory supposedly “filled” with joy. Beneath those office floors that welcomed visitors and ordinary workers day after day, that was the melody surrounding them constantly. No one was safe down there. No one could find even the faintest trace of light.
Everything was darkness, and within the shadows… the faint jingling of bells answered your pleas. Soft… soothing… the fear slowly settled…
…before the tall men returned and took them away one by one for their “metamorphosis,” a complicated word no one truly understood, yet one that carried horrifying consequences.
Sunset brought them relief. The bad men would retreat, though those watchful eyes still remained, banging on the doors to remind everyone who was in control. In the end, they all huddled together in a corner, trying to ease the pain, until once again the jingling returned.
It traveled through every cell, leaving behind mysterious clicks and bells everywhere, until somewhere in the distance, an orange light watched them from afar, frightening everyone in its own strange way…
…but it was also the only mysterious thing that hadn’t hurt them.
Yet.
—It’s always watching us…
—It disappears as quickly as it appears…
—Maybe it’s a new security system…
—I’m scared…
—I’m hungry…
—Maybe it’s a magic light…
The children whispered quietly among themselves, their theories changing as time passed. The older ones who still hadn’t been taken away merely hugged them close, silently wishing that this wasn’t some kind of trap…
…that it would help them escape this terrible place.
This prison where the discarded and the problematic were sent.
A harsh, cruel lesson many could never survive.
One night, after the guards returned to their control room, the monitors began flickering one by one. It caught the attention of a few children at first, until eventually several of them were staring at the screens, whispering again.
—This place… is haunted… —a small Baba Chops plush muttered.
—The scariest things here are the adults… and us… —a Jerkish Red Dragon replied.
—Quiet… something’s written on the screens…? —a little Buba interrupted while staring at the monitor in her cell.
The screen, once filled with static, suddenly began playing a company video, but the transmission abruptly cut off.
A red screen appeared instead.
Every child froze as letters slowly began appearing across the display.
“don’t be scare…”
“I’m a friend.”
“I escaped.”
“I can help you.”
I want to help you.
The messages changed.
Merged together.
We need to escape.
We can be free…
You’ll learn more about us…
We need to be prepared.
You need to survive.
Play nice.
The signal trembled.
“Running technical tests… we’re still here.”
The screens dissolved back into static before shutting off throughout every room.
The messages left all the children silent inside their cells.
Something the guards immediately noticed.
Because silence was always suspicious…whether they were children or not.
One of the guards stepped out to patrol the area, a chill crawling down his spine. It was far too quiet…and behind every door, he could see the toys standing silently, staring into the corners of their cells before slowly turning their heads toward the tiny viewing slit.
All those smiling faces.
Without eyes.
Only endless, hollow blackness.
The man slammed every viewing hatch shut and sprinted back toward the control room, bursting through the doors while cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
—What the hell’s wrong with you? —the others laughed.
But he didn’t answer.
He simply collapsed onto the floor, clutching his chest.
Because those stares…weren’t normal.
—What… was all that…? —Buba finally asked, breaking the silence.—Did someone really escape?
—It’s… impossible… and besides… why would they stay in the factory? —a Bunzo figure replied.
—…I heard… rumors that once… Huggy escaped the factory, but… they caught him and brought him back… they probably increased security after that… and now someone else managed to do it…
—They didn’t escape if they’re still here. If they’re still inside the factory, then they’re trapped just like the rest of us. —a Daisy Flower muttered while sitting down on the floor.
—But they communicated through the monitors… how did they do that? Is there really… hope…?
Everyone turned to stare at the darkened screens again.
As if the messages had all been a dream.
—The bells we sometimes hear…
—The clicking in the vents…
—Could it be them?!
The whispers returned.
But they weren’t the same anymore.
No longer just fear.
Now there was…
Curiosity.
Expectation.
And every so often, during the night, the monitors would flicker back on.
With a single message:
“We’re still here.”
That message became everything.
It was enough.
It was…
Real.
And while something deep beneath the factory learned how to communicate…on the surface, the employees grew increasingly uneasy with each passing day. The “accidents” over the years had created a tension everyone could feel, along with strange occurrences—shadows that shouldn’t move, things watching from corners… only to stop when someone approached.
That place wasn’t what it used to be anymore.
Not even the toys were, back then, the work had soul…the toys had been something special.
Ironically, now they seemed completely devoid of that spark.
So the complaints grew louder.
And with them…the demand for answers.
—The factory’s reached a dead end.
Pierre stared at financial reports, laboratory results, and requests from other facilities.
—I told you so, —Stella said.—The factory needs to decide its priorities. Are we creating toys… or some monstrous form of “artificial” life engineering?
—It can do both.
Several scoffs echoed throughout the room.
—They’re eating us alive, Pierre, —White slammed his hand against the table.—Japan already surpassed us… and Michigan isn’t far behind.
—The factory is the perfect front. Without it… no one would question where the raw materials come from.
Pierre tightened his grip on the papers.
—The factory loses more money than it makes, —Stella added.—Too many accidents. Too much money spent covering failures.
—That situation’s already resolved, —White replied.—1354 doesn’t have any choice except cooperating.
—It took you far too long to decide that.
—And you? —White smirked.—You still have two “not-lost” experiments.
—They’re still here… somewhere.
—That’s not reassuring.
—That thing shouldn’t be roaming freely through the factory, —White continued.—Nobody knows what it’s doing… or what it’s planning inside the vents.
—Are you afraid of clowns? —Stella laughed.
—I wish it were only that.
Silence filled the room before Pierre cleared his throat.
—We’re drifting away from the main issue. We need to decide the direction this place will take.
Stella rolled her eyes.
—We won’t be involved in that. We’re part of the factory’s internal division. That’s not our concern.
—That’s not entirely true. Weren’t you the first ones complaining about the design of that furnace? And now the Out Animals too?
—It’s a reasonable complaint considering we can’t create an experiment capable of keeping its organs inside after the skin is turned inside out. That’s not reasonable.
—Then don’t make them! Focus on the more commercial models, the ones capable of reproducing without inventing entirely new engineering methods.
—As if any of this were easy.
The argument dragged on for hours, filled with shouting, sarcasm, and forced agreements.
Eventually everyone nonessential left the room.
Leaving only the three main leaders behind.
Along with liquor.
And exhaustion.
Their masks slowly falling away.
—Everything was easier before. Just toys, nothing more. —Pierre leaned back in his chair while swirling the liquid in his glass with a lazy flick of his wrist.
—We’re revolutionizing the world, —Stella answered.—Some sacrifices are necessary.
She stood up and poured herself another drink before leaning against the edge of the table.
—Soon we won’t even need that anymore, —she added.—Subject 1170’s process is promising. We’ll be able to replicate… without needing more children.
White lit a cigarette.
—Once we achieve optimal results, the orphanage won’t be necessary anymore, and you’ll be able to fully focus on your “dream.”
Pierre lowered his glass with a sharp clink against the table.
—That isn’t my dream.
—Then why are you so attached to this place? Why keep 1006 and 1007 alive? —Stella set her glass aside.—I understand they’re trophies, the first successful experiments, but the first one’s nothing more than scrap metal. Practice material. An obsolete model. And with 1007, you fought to preserve her original structure—you even built some kind of museum around her. So what is it you really want, Pierre?
He remained silent.
A mocking laugh broke the tension.
White shrugged while flicking cigarette ash aside.
—Looks like Lieth only knows how to follow the shadow of his old friend.
The screech of Pierre’s chair scraping backward cut him off.
—Elioth was a great friend. He had dreams, countless projects… —Pierre paused before smiling.—But he was a complete fool. Too many words, not enough action. His entire life revolved around his family, and look where that got him. He was entertaining, sure. He had successes, but… he never aspired to anything greater.
Stella and White silently glanced toward the founder’s photograph hanging in the back of the room.
—He was intelligent. This research proves it. But visionary? Never. He would’ve stopped the moment his precious little girl returned. It’s ridiculous. He accomplished the impossible—he brought someone back to life—and that was enough for him?
Pierre slammed his fist against the table.
—He was a genius. A stupid genius who kept all of this hidden… but I’ll make it grow. I’ll turn the kingdom he failed to build into an empire for a new beginning. This is only the start…
His fists clenched tightly as he grinned defiantly.
—Fortunately, —he continued,—the fool was eliminated by another one of his own kind, 1006 was some kind of charity case for Elioth, Apparently he saw a lot of himself in the boy. Well… clearly he hated himself, because there’s no comparison between Six and Seven...
That’s where you see his “love.”
The sound of bells followed by a metallic click echoed through the room.
All three fell silent.
White stopped moving.
Stella frowned slightly.
Pierre never looked up.
—They’re still here, —he continued.—Neither of them can leave.
One is too large.
The other… too naïve.
Pierre paused before glancing toward the ventilation shaft overhead.
—They won’t abandon each other.
A metallic creak echoed through the vents.
The movement had been slow enough not to draw attention beyond its source, yet those words irritated him far more than any noise ever could.
The adults resumed talking while, hidden within the darkness, the “fool” crawled away from the room.
The words repeated endlessly inside his mind.
Making his hands clench in frustration.
He stopped halfway through the vent system before changing direction toward a different office.
Toward that office.
He slithered through several more ducts until he finally reached the main office.
His office.
The Prototype slammed through the ventilation grate, catching it before it could hit the floor, then climbed down and looked around.
The room was immaculate.
No one had removed any of the late Elioth’s belongings. Employees only entered occasionally to clean, but otherwise the place remained exactly as it had been the last time he’d been there.
He slowly wandered through the room before climbing into Elioth’s chair to look around from “his” perspective.
Drawings pinned to the walls.
Thank-you letters scattered across the desk.
“Brilliant” ideas for new toys.
A briefcase overflowing with plans…and a photograph of Elioth and his little girl tucked carefully inside one of the drawers.
His mask spun completely around.
Click.
Elioth saw himself in him?
Click.
A fool?
Click.
That's where you see his love
The Prototype slammed both fists against the desk.
—WE’RE NOT ALIKE!
Another hit.
—YOU… LIED TO ME…
—YOU ABANDONED ME…
His voice cracked into a distorted sound.
The photograph stared back at him from inside the drawer.
That loving gaze had never been meant for him.
He struck the desk again, fingers spread wide across the surface.
His mask wouldn’t stop moving.
Right.
Left.
Right.
Click after click echoed from the mechanism.
A sob escaped his throat as his body slowly slid toward the floor, curling beneath the desk—or at least the parts of him that still fit beneath it.
Ollie...
The Prototype remained there trembling for a long time, suppressing sobs while trying to calm himself enough to return to the laboratories.
But…
He didn’t want to go back down there.
Not yet.
The boy slowly stirred, exhausted, delaying his departure as long as possible. His gaze wandered around the room again, as if trying to memorize every inch of it, then his attention landed on the bulging-eyed red telephone mounted against the wall.
He stared at it for several minutes, “Maybe I could use it.”, he knew where Poppy was after spotting her once through the cameras, though there was no guarantee she’d answer...
Impossible…But…
These were desperate times.
Ring…
Ring…
The phone inside Home Sweet Home began to ring. One of the caretakers heard it and picked up.
—Hello? You’ve reached Home Sweet Home.
No response came from the other end.
—Excuse me? I can’t hear anything. Is this some kind of joke?
The woman’s kind tone gradually turned irritated. The children were asleep, but that didn’t mean people could waste her time.
She clicked her tongue and hung up before returning to her workstation. She still had to finish reports about the candidates.
She needed to make a choice.
One of the toys hiding inside the walls had overheard the phone ringing, and calls at that hour were unusual, so it hurried off to inform Jenny about the strange event.
—…Are you sure that happened? —she asked carefully.
The little elephant toy nodded repeatedly.
Jenny sighed and glanced around before leaving her hiding place and heading toward the phone.
Ever since the screens had begun “malfunctioning,” the rules had started changing. Those flickers represented hope…
Something everyone thought had been lost.
And a phone ringing at that hour was another sign.
Maybe she would know what to do.
With the help of three other friends, Jenny managed to reach the phone and bring it to Poppy, who had been welcomed back as part of the family.
—Poppy…?
Jenny spoke cautiously.
The girl had been reading a storybook with the other Smiling Critters, but she paused and turned toward her.
—Yes, Jenny?
A soft smile rested on her face while every other pair of eyes slowly turned toward them. Candlelight made them look terrifying.
—…There was a strange phone call earlier. The adult who answered didn’t hear anyone speaking. We thought it might have something to do with your friend.
Poppy’s eyes widened in surprise and she quickly stood.
—Ollie… —she whispered softly before taking the phone in her hands and staring at it with nostalgia.—Thank you so much, Jenny… I’ll… see if it’s important.
Poppy smiled at her one last time before walking away from the group, staring at the numbers and symbols.
How could she call back?
She sighed heavily and tapped the floor gently while trying to remember anything useful her father might have taught her long ago.
She needed to think…
Ring…
Ring…
Her hands moved on instinct.
Ring…
Ring…
What if her instincts were wrong?
Clank…
The sound of someone picking up.
—…Hello? —A brief silence.—Are you—
—Poppy…?
A small, soft, sorrowful voice came through the line.
The doll released a shaky breath before laughing softly, tears slipping down her cheeks.
—Ollie, —she said with obvious relief.—It’s you… you have no idea how much I’ve missed you… there’s so much I want to tell you—
—Stop… —Ollie interrupted.
—…Excuse me?
—I said stop… Poppy… I… I… —
Static crackled through the line, followed by a muffled sob.
—Could you… just keep me company tonight?
She held the phone with both hands.
—Of course…
She sat down on the floor and remained silent for a few minutes, but…
…it didn’t feel right.
How long had Ollie been trying to contact her?
She abandoned her friend.
And he needed her.
Just as much as she needed him.
—Mmm…
Poppy began humming softly.
Sobs echoed faintly from the other side of the line.
It made her heart ache, but she didn’t stop.
She had to be there for him.
She had to support him however she could.
Lullabies always comforted her whenever she was sad, so she kept humming until the crying finally stopped.
For the first time, the silence felt comforting.
—Ollie… I know I’ve already told you this before, but…
She paused.
—Hold on. Tell me where you are… we have a new friend who can help us… we’ll escape this place together.
No answer came from the other side.
Only silence.
—…O-Ollie…?
Poppy asked fearfully.
Maybe they’d discovered him…
—R-run away…? —His voice trembled.—Where would we even go? Have you seen what they’ve done to us…?
His voice rose slightly before restraining itself again. A soft click echoed behind him.
—Where could we possibly live like this…?
Poppy let him release his grief.
His frustration.
Just as he had done for her once.
She understood hopelessness.
—As long as we have each other… it doesn’t matter where we go.
—They’ll find us…
—Then we’ll go far away. Somewhere they’ll never find us. Somewhere it’ll just be us.
Silence returned.
Poppy clenched her fists.
She couldn’t let him lose hope.
—Ollie… tell me where you are… I’ll come find you… I’ll ask my new friend to help me reach you.
Silence again.
Tears gathered once more in Poppy’s eyes.
—…New friend?
Ollie’s voice finally returned.
Poppy laughed nervously.
—Yes! He helped me escape where I was trapped… and he seems to have a plan… but I can’t talk about it here… someone could be listening…
—And what if it doesn’t work? What if his plan is just one… huge lie? Some sick joke from a cl—
—I know trusting people isn’t easy, —Poppy interrupted gently.—I know you’re scared… I know they hurt you, but… as long as we’re alive, there’s hope. A lot of people up here don’t believe it either, but… he’s really trying.
“Ollie” slowly stood and leaned against the wall, wiping his face.
—He took control of the monitors. Maybe eventually he’ll control the cameras too… or the doors. I don’t know. The possibilities are endless, and he’s making them real. —Poppy sounded excited. Hopeful.
Maybe even contagious.
—And he’ll probably do even more, but we need to stay united… we need to help him however we can.
Every action matters.
Another long silence followed.
Poppy called his name every now and then, trying to reconnect with him.
—Thank you… Poppy.
She smiled softly.
Hearing that cheerful tone in his voice again gave her strength too.
—…I’ll try… to stay in contact more often. When you hear a phone ring once before hanging up… it’ll be me. I’ll try to find your friend… and I’ll escape with you. I promise.
—Pinky promise.
—Yes… it is.
The phones were finally hung up.
Poppy could barely contain her happiness after hearing her friend again and lifting his spirits even slightly, so she returned with Jenny to place the phone back near its original spot.
Meanwhile, on the other side…the Prototype carefully returned the phone before slipping back into the ventilation system.
The path ahead was still long.
He still felt exhausted.
Melancholic.
But…
Without realizing it, he had already accomplished something important.
Every child inside the factory was slowly beginning to believe in him.
He would have complete authority over them.
He was their hope.
Their guide.
A mechanical laugh escaped his mouth.
Even Poppy believed he could save them…and she spoke to him so warmly.
You and her would get along very well.
The image of Elioth sitting beside him while holding his hands flashed violently through his mind.
—Maybe you were right…
He continued crawling through the vents, softly humming the lullaby Poppy had “sung” for him.
—I’ll create a better place for everyone.
For her.
We only need ourselves…
The employees…
Are unnecessary.
—You were right, Pierre…
We’ll never leave this place.
Silence wrapped around him.
But it wasn’t the same silence as before.
It wasn’t empty anymore.
It was…Purpose.
The Prototype resumed his journey, descending through rusted ducts and collapsing structures until he reached a storage room long abandoned by the workers.
His body landed heavily against a spinning chair.
It rotated slowly.
His gaze settled on the corner.
Tapes.
Files.
Procedures.
Everything required to create the “perfect toy.”
His mask turned.
Click.
Left.
Click.
Center.
It was time to begin.
Not with another experiment.
Not with another body.
With his own.
He needed to finish the work the scientists had started.
But his way.
Returning to that impractical box was no longer an option. He needed to move on his own.
He needed speed.
Agility.
Strength.
And size.
The Prototype tapped rhythmic beats against the table while staring at the tapes, but none of the ideas seemed useful. Eventually, he decided to end the day’s “research,” leaning back in the chair while staring at the ceiling.
His bells became background noise as countless questions filled his mind.
Where would he get the materials?
Where could he build it?
What should it look like?
Every question only worsened his headache.
Though…
The scientists were surprisingly careless.
And their inventories weren’t exactly well managed…
With access to the machines…
Altering requests or obtaining supplies…
Shouldn’t be difficult at all.
He sighed in relief before spinning around in the chair—
The lights flickered collectively.
Preston hadn’t been able to endure it anymore for quite some time. He had “tried” sabotaging the company in subtle ways, sending encrypted messages to an employee who was becoming too deeply involved, hoping to stop whatever horrors were unfolding beneath the factory…
But it wasn’t working.
And he could no longer bear the weight of his actions.
So he wandered the hallways until he reached that storage room, searching for somewhere private to break down…
Never imagining he would find him there.
—Pr-Prototype…?!
Preston stumbled backward, hands fumbling desperately for the door latch.
To the Prototype, everything seemed to move slowly.
His “breathing” halted as his hands pressed against the floor, propelling him toward the door before slamming himself in front of it to block Preston’s escape.
Silence.
Only the echo of the Prototype’s hand striking the metal door.
Both froze.
Both watched the other’s movements carefully.
Analyzing the next move.
—…A-are you okay…? —Preston finally asked.
The Prototype’s mask shifted slightly.
Preston was struggling to suppress the shaking in his body.
—When I heard you escaped… I was worried they’d capture you again…
The Prototype slowly straightened, though he never removed his hand from the door.
—I thought you’d run away from the factory… I didn’t expect to find you here… are your limbs okay? At first glance I can tell your reconstruction was completed before the “incident”… —his gaze drifted toward the Prototype’s face before hesitantly raising a hand, only to pull it back again.—Your eye…
—I can’t leave.
The Prototype deliberately chose a small, gentle voice.
A blend of childish tones.
—There are… many friends… I can’t…
He paused before releasing the door.
—I can’t abandon them…
Every instinct inside Preston screamed for caution. He needed to stay alert around such a dangerous experiment.
But…
He couldn’t help seeing a terrified child sitting there.
A kind boy who, despite everything they’d done to him, still cared about others.
Poor kid…
—What do you need?
The Prototype’s mask clicked.
His head tilted softly, bells chiming.
—Excuse me?
The Prototype asked innocently.
—I want this nightmare to end too… —Preston clenched his fists.—This nightmare has to end.
The permanent smile carved into the Prototype’s face couldn’t have been more useful.
Those were exactly the words he needed to hear.
And nobody could support him better than this “secret friend.”
—Thank you.
The Prototype lowered his head as his body trembled slightly—something Preston interpreted as relief. As though that “child” could finally release his grief and trust an adult again.
—Everything’s going to be okay… Prototype. If you need someone to talk to… I’m here.
The Prototype’s body stiffened.
Preston immediately felt he’d said something wrong.
Two clicks echoed.
The mask had moved.
Had he made a mistake?
The Prototype slowly straightened again, his glowing eye fixed on the man.
But gradually, the tension faded.
He backed away, pushing the chair toward the corner stacked with papers.
Preston stretched his neck slightly, trying to look around before cautiously stepping forward.
The Prototype stopped.
His head turned.
The glow from his eye revealed he was staring directly at him.
Preston froze and swallowed hard before fumbling through his clothes. His fingers brushed against a small lump inside his pocket, and he quickly pulled out what he’d been carrying.
A chocolate bar.
—I… I’ll leave this here… I-I’ll come back later to see if you need anything.
A loud click echoed through the room.
The Prototype slowly flexed his fingers while Preston felt his heartbeat pounding harder and harder.
The Prototype’s hand slowly extended before pointing toward the lower half of the man’s body.
—I need legs… —he retracted his hand again and looked away.—But I don’t know where to start looking…
Preston released a relieved breath.
—Oh… ah… wow… —he scratched the back of his head.—Honestly… I’m not sure how to help with that, but… maybe I could… I don’t know—
—C-could I see… the designs for the other experiments?
Preston blinked several times.
—I don’t think that’d be a problem… the physical files—
—Can I go there and look at them? —the Prototype tilted his head slightly to the left.
Preston nodded.
—Yeah, but… tomorrow. I’ll move the camera so nobody notices you were there.
His bells jingled softly.
—You’d do that for me?
—Of course. Then all of this will finally end… eventually.
—I’ll wait for tomorrow then.
The man nodded slightly and headed toward the exit. His hand was already reaching for the door when a soft voice spoke again from the back of the room.
—Thank you… Preston.
Preston smiled faintly.
—Everything’s for the best, kid… I really do hope I can help all of you…
This isn’t goodbye…
It’s only the beginning.
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Nicola interview for Access Hollywood talking about Bridgerton, Faraway tree and another new part she can’t talk yet ✨
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Rise of the Shredder
Chapter 6
Tw for blood
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Who's da new toitle!?!?!
That part with the girls "blackmailing" their friends and the rat thing were my favoritest parts of this chapter.......
I think I got the meaning of blackmail wrong.
Hope you enjoyed!!!
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I Could Get Used To This » Val Kilmer x Fem!Reader
Pairings: Val Kilmer x Cruise!Reader
Summary: “The Kiss” turns into a little more than just a kiss (Fourth and Final part of Seeking Solace, Part 2, Part 3)
Warnings: It’s pretty fluffy, despite what the summary says
A/N: Im back. I’m kinda using this fourth instalment as like a warm up/ I can’t believe I haven’t been active for almost a year.
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Val’s thumb gently stroked Y/N’s shoulder; her eyes closed and hummed a small tune to herself.
“I love you.” Val whispered, Y/N’s eyes opening and turned her head to look up at him. Tears began to build and she smiled widely.
“I love you too.” She whispered weakly; a tear slipping out and done her cheek.
Val hummed gently and pulled her head closer into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of it. A tear of his own slipping out silently.
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Y/N arms stretched out, her hands finding nothing but empty space to the right of her. In a panic, she jumped up from the bed and rushed out of her room.
She stopped in her tracks to find Val stood in the kitchen nursing a cup of coffee; a content smile on his face.
“I could get used to this.” He said, turning to face Y/N he grinned. She grinned in return and approached him and embraced him in a hug.
“Me too,” Y/N whispered, “me too.”
She leant up and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
It’s only short, I apologise. But I’m only now starting to get back into writing on tumblr lol
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