10 Works by 1ocust
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i owned the set of shoulders (that you came to rely on) by 1ocust
Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types
25 Sep 2020
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Eventually, he manages to get his lanky-ass body onto the bed and into Spot's arms, taking up all the space. All leg. He's still tight in the shoulders, but once Spot gets his hands on him he visibly relaxes, deflating in a way that's almost funny. Sighs, big and long and dramatic like he's on the cover of a dime-store romance novel. Buries his blond head in Spot's neck.
"Hey, champ," Spot says lowly, his lips at Race's hairline.
"Today sucks," Race replies, muffled. Really quiet. Half-joking, now.
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i get mean when i'm nervous like a bad dog by 1ocust for reiirae
Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types
13 Jun 2020
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Just ill-fated. A dowsing rod for trouble, someone called him once. That little boy's cursed—no family to speak of 'cause he killed them all. That little boy with the ribs that show through and the feet too big for him to be any sort of runner; it was his doing. Product of misfortune. Bad luck's baby.
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Something weird and warm and clean lights itself in Albert's stomach. At the idea of Finch helping him 'cause he wants to help him, not to repay a favor. The two of them not owing each other anything.
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Race isn't sleeping. Elmer knows it without looking, like how you know it's raining right before you wake up.
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"You keep it," he says softly, brushing Jack's face with a thumb. "So you won't miss me so much."
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close to you when i need it the most by 1ocust for querxes
Fandoms: Newsies - All Media Types
22 May 2020
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David turns around in Jack's arms to look at him. Jack looks as casual and relaxed as he always is, with his square jaw and his laughing eyes.
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they see him again around two weeks later, same bar, same time.
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"The Lord's day," Spot says good-naturedly. "Always a day for contemplation."
"Aw, you shut the hell up," Albert says.
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He's like—a baby bird, maybe. Something vulnerable. Little, like that. Little around the wrists and the waist and the back of the neck where his shirt's sticking to.
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but he really is his son’s father and he really is his father’s son by 1ocust
Fandoms: Dead by Daylight (Video Game)
04 May 2020
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"It's a bed," he says finally, flicking the match into the waste pail when he's done with it and puffing curtly on his cigar. "What's all the fuss about?"