#☓ a great big beautiful tomorrow — ⌊ chats. ⌉

[judecole]

caught on film. cp20

pairing: you x cole palmer

summery: you’re a famous retired footballers daughter and have been dating cole for a few months. the media hasn’t caught on to your relationship just yet but your appearance at the euros final in a certain players shirt causes quite the stir.

word count: 2114

authors note: idk

THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION.

You’re not exactly sure what you did in your past life to end up here, in this beautiful grand hotel in central Berlin. Despite your luxurious lifestyle, being born with a silver spoon in your mouth and having everything you ever wanted, you never took a single thing for granted. The hotel foyer is vast and grand, great marble columns dwarfing everyone in sight and traditional historic paintings in huge gold frames hanging on every wall. It’s beautiful. You stay in these kinds of hotels regularly but they never cease to amaze you. Your family PA is checking you and your family into the hotel as the several concierges begin collecting your luggage. You smile warmly at them and thank them before the manager greets you to show you to your suites. As soon as you enter your room you lay flat out on the bed, exhausted from your day travelling. You’d been flying back and forth from the UK to Germany for the last month. Any major footballing tournaments were a big deal in your family, you’ve been to pretty much every one since you were born. You can remember being a small child, wearing a shirt with your father’s name and number on the back and feeling so proud every time he stepped on the pitch. However now, things were a bit different. Your family were now invited as special guests and given all the best treatment, a private box in the stands where members of staff would meet your every need. You did truly feel blessed and very appreciative for everything your parents had done for you and your siblings.

You pull your phone out from your trouser pocket and check for any messages. Nothing. You bite your lip and open up iMessage and clicking on Cole’s name. You had been dating Cole for about six months. Things were going very well for the two of you, your parents loved him, especially your dad who was amazed by his talent on the pitch. You’d initially met him when he played at Manchester City after being invited to watch an U21’s match. You loved his laid back style and calm manor when he was playing. You smile as you remember the first time you spoke to him, all sweaty after the game. You’d gone down with your dad to congratulate the boys on their win and chatted with them. You swear you’d fallen for him right then and there, not being able to get his stupid grin out of your head. You begin typing a message to him when your younger sister walked into your room, plopping herself next to you on the bed. “You texting Cole?” She asks, a smirk on her face. She loved to wind you up about your relationship with the football player, often saying that the pair of you made her feel sick. You roll your eyes before replying, “Yeah, I’m gonna see what he’s doing after training.” You type out the message, “I know ur probably training rn but what are u doing tonight? I wanna see youuuu.’

You place your phone down on the bed and lay back, resting your head on the soft pillows. “Are you nervous about tomorrow? I hope Cole gets to play.” Your sister says, actually not being mean or sarcastic for once. “Yeah. I hope he does too.” You hear your phone ding. Picking it up, Cole’s name flashes on the screen. ‘Defo getting an early night but i can see you in the afternoon. Love ya.’ You smile at the words. You know how serious he takes his job, but he never fails to make time for you too. You text him back quickly and lay back again, smiling. “You’re so in love with him it’s gross.” Your sister playfully hits your arm causing you to slap her back.

A few hours later you’re getting ready to head to the England Squads hotel, a little trip planned by your father’s management team that conveniently lined up with your plans to meet Cole that afternoon. Your mum comes in to your room as you’re putting on some makeup and compliments your outfit, a simple pair of jeans and a top that was sent to you by a company that no doubt cost more than a night in the hotel itself. You smile and thank her, pulling her into a gentle side hug as she kisses your head. Your mum was definitely surprised when you told her about your relationship with Cole. Given your previous dating history he would never had been your type. But there was just something about him that instantly pulled you in, you still don’t know what it was to this day but you weren’t complaining.

Arriving at the squads hotel you check your hair and makeup in a compact mirror, brushing a few stray hairs into place with your nails. Your sister rolls her eyes, something that had now become the norm and makes a comment under her breath you can’t really hear. You get out the car and are greeted by some of the staff who lead you in through the hotels modern entrance. The hotel looked more like a spa than a hotel, every piece of furniture placed exactly, in a way to promote relaxation. You follow through the entrance into a board room, filled with players, staff and other prolific footballing legends and their families. You scan the crowd, looking for Cole. It doesn’t take you long as you see your dad pulling him in for a hug and patting him on the back, obviously congratulating him on reaching the finals. You grin as lock eyes with him, quickly wrapping your arms around him. He places a kiss to the top of your head, surprising you. He wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA, even the smallest things like holding hands made him panic. Maybe it was the fact you were one of the most famous people in the world which constantly occurred to him but never to you. You noticed some eyes laying on the pair of you which made you release him. You quickly returned to your professional manner and wished him good luck before finding your mum. She nudges you and gives you a cheeky smile when you reach her. “You two are silly. Why does it matter if anyone finds out?” She says. “It’s not that. I want to be public with him but not now. I want him to focus on football and I don’t want the media circus for him right now.” You say and give her a small smile. “Well that’s very thoughtful of you but make sure you’re public before Christmas because I’m not editing him out of the Instagram pictures.” She wraps an arm round you as you approach more people and chat about the final tomorrow.

Later that night after an expensive dinner in a posh restaurant near the squads hotel, you text Cole and tell him you want to see him before he goes to bed. He replies almost immediately and you ask your driver to wait outside the hotel and that you were just going to take a quick walk. You could see his tall figure on approach which made you speed up, not wanting to waste any more time not having his arms around you. “Hey.” He says softly when you reach him, extending his arms out and enveloping you in them. “Hey.” You almost whisper. “Wanna go for a walk?” You nod your head and begin walking hand in hand. It was dark now but the city of Berlin was still bustling, what with the warm weather. You walk past busy restaurants and bars packed with what you could only assume were England fans based on the noise. Cole squeezes your hand every so often, he can feel his palms become clammy when you look up at him. He still couldn’t believe his luck. After the first time he met you he couldn’t get you out of his mind. He was glad you made the first move though, otherwise you probably wouldn’t have been in this position now. Once you reach somewhere quieter Cole lets go of your hand and wraps his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your temple at the same time. “Are you nervous about tomorrow?” You ask him. You almost knew what he was about to say, “Not really. You know me.” He cracks a smile.

“I hope Southgate plays you, Cold Palmer.” You joke and poke his side playfully. “Me too. Hopefully I’ll get some time.” You end up sitting on a bench overlooking a river, the hustle and bustle far behind you now. “It’s really pretty here.” You mutter. “Not as pretty as you.” He winks as you roll your eyes. You continue talking for a while before Cole regretfully tells you it’s getting late and he probably needs to head back now. He places a quick peck on your lips and stands up, offering you a hand. “I’m so excited for tomorrow. Are you gonna score a goal for me Palmer?” You tease as you approach the hotel. He shakes his head at you and smiles. When you return to the hotel entrance he turns to face you, you look up at him and he swears his heart starts beating a hundred times faster. “I’ll see you after the game, okay? I love you.” He places a soft kiss on your lips making you blush. “Good luck babe. I love you too. You’re gonna smash it.” You wave him goodbye and open the door of the car, getting in and thank your driver for waiting.

You wake up the next morning with a nervous feeling in your tummy. It sticks around for pretty much the whole day. You feel especially nervous when getting dressed. You grabbed your England shirt that you’d hung carefully in the hotel wardrobe and put it on, turning around in the mirror to see the back. You’d always wanted to wear his shirt to a game. You snap a quick picture and keep it for later, maybe to post on Instagram. You knew the absolute carnage that would take place when you did. You arrive at the Olympiastadion Berlin in your families usual fashion, through the back in all blacked out vehicles with staff waiting for you at the other end. The nerves had well and truly kicked in now. You check your phone to see if Cole had texted you. You knew he wouldn’t be nervous, very sure in himself and the team’s quality but you wanted him to text you to ease your nerves. Your dad shook the hands of the staff that greeted you and you thanked them as they took you all up to your private box. You were sharing with a few other well known people, you eagerly greeted them with big smiles.

(We all know how the game went so we’ll just leave it at that.)

A devastating loss for England. You were gutted. But also immensely proud of Cole. He’d been subbed on in the seventieth minute and scored only three minutes later. The only goal for England that game. You headed down to the pitch once everything had calmed down and spotted Cole in the stands with his family. His eyes were glassy with tears as he spoke to his dad. You approach slowly and he notices you, standing up immediately and wrapping you in a tight hug. You could hear the snapping of cameras behind you but neither of you cared in that moment. “I’m sorry baby.” You spoke quietly as you pulled away, cupping one side of his face with your hand. “You were amazing.” He sniffled slightly, trying not to cry in front of you but failing miserably as he pulled you in again. You rubbed his back reached up to kiss his cheek. His dad walked towards the both of you and pats Cole on the back before sitting with Cole’s mum. “I can’t believe we lost.” He reaches up to dry his eyes as you pout and rub his arm. You turn around slightly hearing his sister call your name. “Love your shirt.” He smirks a bit, it clearly cheering him up. He wraps his arm around your shoulder as you begin chatting with his sister.

You’re on your way back to your hotel when your phone begins to blow up. Story after story about your relationship with Cole, using the picture they clearly got when you were consoling him after the game. You save the picture, setting it as your lockscreen and then posting the picture of you in his shirt from earlier to your Instagram story.

[wileys-russo]

bad dog II a.russo x reader

slight warning for suggestive content?

she just gives off MAD boyfriend vibes in that gif and i won't be convinced otherwise

bad dog II a.russo 4K words

alessia's team mates watched on in amusement as she scanned the stands which were rapidly emptying, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted into a frown when she couldn't find you.

"she's right there less you big dope." ella chuckled pointing out where you were leant against the barrier chatting with your best friend a couple hundred metres away.

alessia's face instantly lit up as ella and leah shared a look, rolling their eyes as leah shoved alessia away, the blonde mumbling she'd see them at training before sprinting across the field toward you.

"incoming, i'll see you for coffee tomorrow. i'd say tell her she had a great game but i don't think her ego needs the boost." your best friend spotted alessia making her way over and teased, kissing your cheek and waving at your girlfriend over your shoulder before heading off.

"hi superstar." you smiled as she neared, the blonde effortlessly jumping over the barrier and returning your smile, pulling you into a bear hug. "that last goal was beautiful!" you mumbled into her chest as the taller girls arms wrapped tightly round you, lifting you up and spinning you around a few times before she put you down on your feet.

"i know it was." the blonde grinned, pressing your body against the barrier with her own as you rolled your eyes at her cockiness. "not as good as millie's but a near second i guess." you teased with a shrug, squealing as she pinched at your sides and took the moment to press her lips to yours.

you knew the comment bothered her more than you intended when she rammed her tongue down your throat, your cheeks flushing bright red at the sudden intensity of the kiss, unable to push her off as she pinned your hands by your side.

she finally pulled away and left you almost gasping for air, your chest heaving as she lazily pecked your lip a few more times and smiled smugly at the dizzying effect she knew she had over you.

"er excuse me mrs and mrs russo some of us didn't sign up to watch the washing machine demo!" ella gagged dramatically, maya turning around to hug herself and pretend to be making out with someone as your blush deepened.

"back off tooney!" alessia noticed your embarrassment and stood up straighter, glaring at her best friend and placing her hand protectively to the small of your back as ella simply pulled a face, the guard dog routine doing nothing to her as she jumped on maya's back, the two of them racing off to the change rooms with the rest of the team.

"that was your fault!" you punched your girlfriends arm with a whine, the blonde not even flinching as she chuckled. "sorry tesoro...or not." before you could even say a word the striker had you hoisted over her shoulder, sprinting off toward the change rooms.

"less put me down!" you couldn't help but laugh and smack at her back, the taller girl ignoring you as she charged into the change rooms, you hanging your head at the teasing's which instantly flew toward the two of you from her friends.

eventually your girlfriend sat you down on the bench in front of her cubby, placing a hand either side of your body and bending down to kiss you with a cheeky smile, pouting as you squished her cheeks and playfully shoved her face away.

though that was replaced with a murderous warning glare as she turned around toward her team mates whose teasing's immediately ceased. ella who was already changed sat down beside you, keeping you company as the two of you chat one anothers ears off whilst alessia disappeared out the back to the showers to change.

you spoke with her team mates and waved goodbye as they all slowly filtered out, exhausted from the mid afternoon match. alessia eventually returned forever taking her time as over half the team had already left, kitted out in a matching brown sweat short and hoodie set.

"thanks babe." the room went dark momentarily, your girlfriends dirty uniform landing on your head as she threw it at you with a grin, you peeling the sweaty clothing off of you and tossing it back at her with an unimpressed glare.

"dog house tonight if you're not careful russo!" maya teased as she grabbed her kit bag, ella barking loudly beside her to rile up her best friend which worked as the taller girl stepped intimidatingly toward them, both girls running off with a laugh out of the room.

"what are you doing?" the blonde sighed and crossed her arms as you pretended to go fishing, throwing an imaginary line toward her. "fishing, you know since you're so easy to wind up and get on the hook." you teased, your girlfriend staring blankly at you before she advanced with a shake of her head.

once again she placed her hands either side of your body, leaning down so her face was level with yours.

"dolcezza if you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow i suggest you stop that." the blonde spoke with the hint of a smile, your face heating up both at her suggestive tone and the italian pet name as your girlfriend pecked your stunned lips grabbimg her kit bag from her cubby behind your head and straightened up, leaving you reeling from just a few words.

"alessia!" you snapped out of it and cried out in disgust as she now dropped her dirty socks on you, throwing them into the corner as she only grinned again, acting as if she hadn't just sent you into a spin with a mere sentence.

"god you're like a teenage boy, grow up." you huffed as you stood to your feet, her arm draping over your shoulder and pulling you into her side as she walked the two of you out of the stadium and to her car. "you love it." was all she replied, dropping her sunglasses down onto her face with a smirk.

"don't forget we promised your parents we would have dinner with them tonight." you reminded as your girlfriend dumped her kit in the boot, opening your door for you and you heard her groan from outside after she'd closed it.

"did we really?" alessia sighed, dropping into her seat and closing her own door as you hummed, flipping down the sun shade and opening the mirror, fixing your ponytail.

"yes we did. i don't see the issue baby you love your family, and you made me lie about being sick last time so we didn't have to go, so don't even try it." you flashed her a smile as she revved her engine into gear.

"being needy isn't a good enough excuse to no show either." you smiled knowingly, snatching her sunglasses and placing them on, well aware that was the main reason your blonde lover was hesitant.

for days now you'd had to dodge her advances given it had been that time of the month, and somewhat selfishly you'd also refrained from helping her out, repeatedly telling her that if you had to miss out so did she, much to her ongoing frustrations that the most you'd allow her was a passionate kiss and a dry hump followed by a clumsy feel over the top of your shirt before it was quickly shut down.

"alessia!" you groaned as the older girl reached over and tugged your hair out after you'd fussed over it, sending her a dirty look as she grabbed her sunglasses back, sliding them onto her nose with a wink and pulling out of the car park, heading for her parents house instead of her own flat.

~

"-i've got two more exams and then graduation is next month." you smiled at carol who smacked your knee in congratulations, pulling you into a tight hug. "you think she'll realise she's out of your league once she's got a full on degree?" gio bent down to mutter in his younger sisters ear.

"slumming it with a footballer...and an ugly one at that." he continued with a tut, alessia clenching her fists and launching off the sofa with a yell, racing after him as you watched on with an amused shake of your head.

"sometimes its like they never left." carol sighed also watching on with the hint of a smile as alessia clung onto her older brothers back, arm around his neck trying to choke him out as the taller boy furiously struggled to shake her off, alessia admittedly a lot stronger than he anticipated.

"less! get off him please." you called out, sending the blonde a firm look as she opened her mouth to protest, gio's face almost turning blue as he gasped and alessia jumped off him, punching him in the stomach as he doubled over before returning to your side with an innocent smile.

her other brother luca made a whipping noise with his mouth and hands, his wife lauren nudging him with a stern look as alessia sent him a filthy glare and you placed your hand on her knee with a gentle squeeze.

"down girl." you teased quietly, pecking her cheek as her arm stretched itself across the back of your shoulders. "lessi sit like a lady please, for god sakes!" carol clicked her tongue in dissaproval with a shake of her head, kicking at your girlfriends manspread legs, the blonde rolling her eyes and crossing them, watching her mum disappear into the other room before returning right back to her former position, tugging your own legs to lay across her lap.

dinner went by quickly, alessia settling a lot more as her brothers finally laid off their relentless teasing, too engrossed in filling their plates and mouth with food. she busied herself discussing the upcoming first match of the champions league with her dad as you caught up with lauren, not having seen her or luca since they'd been on their honeymoon.

"god i think i'm too full to breathe." alessia exhaled as she collapsed into the sofa, pulling you down to sit on her knee. "why don't you both just stay here tonight love? your rooms the exact same way you left it and you can just drive home tomorrow." carol offered and you accepted before your girlfriend could decline, alessia's brothers beginning their routine argument over what movie everyone was to watch.

"no! elio get down." alessia commanded strictly, shoving off the dopey chocolate labrador as he jumped up on the sofa beside her. "you're so mean. come here baby!" you cooed, grinning as the dog jumped on top of you, alessia grunting at the added weight as you leaned back into her more still sat on her lap, the dog trying to lick at your face.

"dad i thought you were training him!" alessia groaned, the dog their newest addition to the family as mario tried to call him off. "i am! but he's just like giorgio, doesn't listen." the man grinned at his youngest son who was out of earshot, engaged in a furious round of rock paper scissors with luca over the movie choice.

"get off elio! don't call him back." alessia reached around and shoved the dog off of you, warning you firmly as you rolled your eyes and continued to make faces at the dog who sat eagerly by your feet.

"seems he listens to someone." lauren laughed as elio dropped at your order, eagerly doing whatever you asked as you grinned, your girlfriend shaking her head with a sigh, glaring at the dog over your shoulder as all your attention was now on him and off of her.

~

"get home safe, let me know once you've arrived!" carol called out as you all waved luca and lauren off, and with a honk they were gone into the night, everyone else exchanging goodnight's and making ways to their separate rooms.

"i'll make breakfast for you both in the morning, don't you dare leave before i have!" carol warned playfully as you agreed with a laugh, hugging both alessia's parents and shoving gio who ruffled your hair and sprinted off to his room before alessia could pounce on him again.

you had barely stepped foot into your girlfriends teenage room, fondly glancing around at the pictures of her childhood and adolescence scattered around her walls before her arms wrapped around you, pushing you into her dresser.

"finally." the blonde breathed out with a grin, wasting no time in kissing the life out of you as you tangled your hands in her hair, her own hands roaming your body and squeezing at every slit of skin she could find.

"i need to change! and your parents are right down the hall." you shoved her away from you as her hands toyed with the waistband of your jeans, knowing what normally came next as you took a moment to steady yourself.

"sit on the bed please." your girlfriend ordered, pecking your lips and nudging for you to move as you did so and she rifled through her dresser drawers, always having some clothes kept here for when things like this would happen and she'd wind up staying over.

stealing another kiss she handed you an old man united shirt. "can i get some shorts please?" you asked as she shook her head. "no you may not." the blonde smiled, tapping your bum cheekily and disappearing to the bathroom as you rolled your eyes but changed. the height difference between the two of you meant the shirt hung down just above your knees as you folded your other clothes and placed them neatly on her desk.

you soon joined her in the bathroom, the blonde having stayed in her shorts from before but ditching her hoodie, leaving her just in the shorts and a sports bra as she brushed her teeth.

"no." alessia held your toothbrush out of reach as you grabbed for it, already having put toothpaste on it for you. "less i can brush my own teeth!" you laughed as she firmly shook her head and continued to hold it out of your reach before you gave in with a sigh.

"oi!" you smacked at her bare stomach as she purposefully missed, swiping toothpaste on your nose as you grabbed her toothbrush where it hung from her mouth and did the same, the two of you brushing one another's teeth with childish grins, poking and pinching at one another with your free hands as you did.

rinsing out your mouths and exchanging a minty kiss you left your girlfriend to use the toilet and returned to her room. the temperature quite pleasant you settled yourself on top of the covers of the neatly made bed, flicking on the tv and logging into your netflix.

your girlfriend soon joined you, switching off her main light and turning on her lamp before promptly belly flopping herself down on top of you. you laughed as she pressed sloppy kisses all over your face before settling.

"what do you want to watch baby?" you asked her quietly, pressing a kiss to her head before she grabbed the remote from your hand, tossing it wordlessly over her shoulder and hovering over you.

"you." she grinned cheekily, settling herself on top of you. "come here." the blonde ordered, balling your shirt in her fists and pressing her mouth to yours as your hands grabbed her bare back, tracing your nails lightly down her spine making her grind slightly against you.

your tongues fought for dominance before hers of course won, slipping into your mouth as her hand grabbed your neck and deepened the kiss even further. the striker biting down suddenly on your bottom lip and tugging it into her mouth you gasped slightly and your hips bucked up against her, the girl pushing down with her hips and pressing your body flat to the bed.

"what happened to 'i'm so full i can hardly breathe!" you mocked her with a grin as she switched her lips to your neck, peppering light kisses across your jaw and shivering as your nails dug in deeper, leaving the tanned skin of her back with little half moon shaped dents littered across it.

"i'm hungry for something else now." your girlfriend whispered sultrily as she tugged on your earlobe with her teeth, slipping her leg in between yours and nudging them apart slightly, your eyes fluttering closed in bliss as she took her time kissing at your neck.

though the bliss was short lived as she nipped at the column of your throat, sucking harshly at the love bite as you let out a needy whine and she continued on her path, marking across your neck like her own personal map.

your mind reeling and body burning for her touch you suddenly pushed her off of you, moving to now straddle her as the taller girl smirked, sitting up a little more and gripping your behind, pulling your body in closer as you now buried your face in her neck and she grabbed a fistful of your hair in her other hand.

though her own pleasure was short lived as suddenly the door swung open and gio's hand appeared, letting go of elio's collar and calling out it was alessia's turn to have him for the night.

before she could even open her mouth a bundle of brown fur barreled into the two of you, effectively knocking you back down to the bed as the puppy pounced on top of you.

"oh my god get out elio!" alessia grunted angrily, chest heaving and the ache worsening between her legs as she grabbed at the dogs collar, letting go in surprise as he growled at her.

"don't you do that to me!" alessia warned sternly, the dog sitting himself down beside you and growling anytime alessia tried to reach for him.

"for fuck sakes!" the blonde swore, dragging her hands down her face with frustration as you couldn't help but smile, having had no intention of letting her have her way with you with her parents and brother just down the hall anyway.

"baby call him off! he listens to you." the blonde pouted, crossing her arms stroppily over her chest and glaring at the puppy, eyebrows knitted together in a frown.

"but he's so cute, look at that face." you cooed, scratching behind the labs ears who melted at your touch, quite the opposite to alessia. "but what about what we were..." the taller girl trailed off suggestively as the dog laid down, resting its head on your leg.

"you weren't getting much more than that my love, we are in your parents house." you smiled knowingly, offence flashing across her features as she huffed.

"then why did you agree for us to stay here!" "because i like spending time with your family." "well no wonder, you're their favorite now." "aw sorry golden girl, stole your thunder and your desired happy ending tonight did i?"

"you're going the right way for a smacked ass." alessia warned, leaning in to try and kiss you as elio suddenly sat up, licking at her face as she exclaimed in disgust and pulled away.

"i will ask you again, what do you want to watch baby?" you grinned, shuffling down to grab the remote from the end of the bed as alessia let out a deep exhale, mumbling she was going to the bathroom and didn't care.

you chuckled at her sour mood and flicked through a few movies before settling on something funny, elio moving to lay down beside you. you clicked play as the striker eventually returned, pout still ingrained on her features as she glared at the puppy beside you and flicked off the lamp, the room now lit only by the blue glow of her tv.

"aw c'mere stroppy." you cooed to the taller girl who huffed but again laid down on top of you, burying her face in your neck and shoving away elio as he tried to do the same. "mine." the girl turned her head to the side and glared at the puppy.

"baby you're not seriously jealous of a dog are you?" you smiled as she rested her chin on your sternum, piercing blue orbs luring you in. "you barely paid me a second thought once you realised you were dog trainer of the year." the blonde mumbled moodily, feeling your body vibrate underneath her taller form as you cupped her face.

"you're my favorite dog to train lessi, don't worry." you assured sarcastically, teasingly scratching behind her ear and patting her head as she grabbed at your hands and bit the tip of your finger affectionately.

"i maintain you're going the right way for a smacked ass and you better wait till we're home." the girl threatened grumpily as you leant forward to kiss her nose, heart melting as she scrunched up her face.

"oh you're so cute." you smiled softly, knowing she detested the word as she sighed, collapsing her head into your chest tiredly. "go to sleep baby." you encouraged gently, tangling your hand in her hair and scratching at her scalp as she exhaled deeply, nodding as you lowered the volume of the tv.

"i love you." she mumbled out tiredly, lulling off at the repetative scratching of your nails against her scalp, your other hand wrapping around her and rubbing comforting circles on her bare back.

"i love you more." you promised sincerely, your head dropping deeper into the pillow behind your bed as your girlfriend adjusted herself on top of you so she was more comfortable, arms slipping up your top and resting on your stomach as her eyes fluttered close.

but not before one eye slipped open and she glared at the pair of eyes from the canine on your other side.

"bad dog."

[delusionaldeadgirl]

Between me and you, our little secret

summary: you and spencer work together and have been dating in secret for 2 years. your coworkers have to find out at some point

warnings: smut, people being grossly in love lol

based on my character.ai chats but without those damn censors

Looking away from his files of papers, Spencer asks “Do you have anything new?”. “Nothing yet. You?” (Y/N) replies. “Not really.” He stares at the page almost like if he looks hard enough something will change.

(Y/N) walks over towards Spencer’s desk, planting her feet right next to him. Seeing him looking so disheveled and stressed out, she quietly utters “I love you, Spence”. “I love you too” he responds as she grabs his hand, dropping it suddenly as they hear footsteps come up behind them.

“(L/N), Reid, it’s getting late. We should all head home. We have a big week ahead of us.” JJ says noticing the two are still there while she was on her way out. The three of them walk out together, (Y/N) and Spencer getting into their respective cars as well, heading to the same home.

They both walk in the door together. Spencer speaks up first. “So…” He smirks mischievously. “You know we have the weekend to ourselves”. “What is it, Spence?” (Y/N) asks. “Why don’t i make my beautiful girlfriend dinner?”. “That would be lovely” (Y/N) replies. “Great” he kisses her head “I’ll tell you when everything is ready”. “Ok baby!” (Y/N) says as she takes her shoes off and puts them by the door.

After a bit, he yells out “Dinner’s ready” and she walks towards the table. “Also… I have a surprise for you” Spencer says smiling. “A surprise?” (Y/N) asks. Without another word, Spencer walks away and comes back with a small box, handing it to (Y/N). (Y/N) opens up the box to find a necklace with both of their birthstones dangling from the chain. “It’s beautiful”. “A beautiful necklace for a beautiful girl”. He says as she stares at it in awe. He puts it on her from behind and kisses her neck as he finishes. “Are you ready to eat?” he asks and she nods in response.

After finishing dinner, the couple sits with each other on the couch and Spencer speaks up. “You’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever laid my eyes on.” “You mean it?” she asks blushing slightly. “Yes. i’ve never met anyone as sweet and beautiful as you”. He says as he puts his hand on her thigh. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.” “You’re the lucky one?” she asks before continuing. “You’re the smartest and most thoughtful person i’ve ever met. And you’re quite easy on the eyes” She says chuckling. “I’ve never seen someone so perfect”. He looks down at the ground and then back up at her before saying “You’re the best part of my day. God I want to marry you so bad. Spend the rest of my life with you and no one else”. “Then do it”. She responds. “What?” he asks, slightly caught off guard at her serious tone. “I said then do it.” She says. somehow getting more serious. “I will. Tomorrow?”. Now she’s the one caught off guard by HIS seriousness. “Tomorrow we’re going to pick out a ring and I’m taking you to the courthouse and marrying you.” “ARE YOU SERIOUS?” she asks. “Yes. (Y/N) (L/N)? Will you be my wife?” He asks with nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. “YES A MILLION TIMES” she says jumping up and down in excitement. He picks her up bridal style, kissing her with such passion. She whimpers slightly making him smirk while kissing her. “Why don’t we do some celebrating?” he’s asks, carrying her straight to their bedroom, not waiting for her response.

Laying her down, Spencer kisses her passionately. “You’re so perfect” he says in between kisses, making her blush. “I love the way you blush for me” Spencer announces as his lips go from her lips, to her jaw and all the way down to her neck. “You are everything to me.” he says looking back up at her. “You’re smart, you’re sweet, and you’re the most gorgeous person i’ve ever met….” he continues. “Shut up and kiss me, Spence” she cuts him off. “As you wish” he kisses her with even more passion than before.

Their tongues dance around eachother’s. “You know you drive me crazy…” He smiles softly. “You drive me crazy too” she declares. “Oh do I? What shall we do about that….” “You tell me”. Spencer kisses her neck making her breath hitch. “You like that?” he asks rhetorically. Not even waiting to hear if she responds, he bites down on her neck making her moan. “S-Spence?” “Yes my love?” “I need you”. “You have no idea how bad I need you too. Let me show you” He says grabbing her hand that was on the back of his neck down to the growing bulge in his pants. She gasps a little. “Want me to fix that?” she asks. “More than anything” he responds.

They rip eachother’s clothes off not caring where they end up. Spencer enters her with an almost pornographic moan coming out of her mouth, making him gulp in reaction to such a beautiful sound. He looks down watching the two of them connect together as if her pussy was designed perfectly for him. She runs her hands through his hair tugging on it slighting, making him groan at the feeling of that and her walls tightening around him. Spencer nearly abuses her clit with his thumb as he holds her hips down with his hands, making her see stars. He once again looks down. This time seeing the bulge in her stomach that his dick is making. He starts biting her neck, marking his territory before whispering “You’re doing so well, My good girl” causing her to close her mouth to muffle the loud moans and whimpers begging to escape. “Don’t do that, my love. Open your mouth for me. I want everyone to hear who you belong to. Who’s making you feel this good, (Y/N)?”. “You” she whispers. “No baby…that whispering shit isn’t going to cut it. Who do you belong to?” “YOU SPENCER” she can barely get out as the feeling in her stomach finally snapped and she came undone right then and there. Shortly after, Spencer finishes inside of her. They stay in that same position for a couple seconds before he pulls out. Taking his finger and pushing the mixture of their cum back into her hole as she whines in overstimulation. Licking his fingers clean. After cleaning up, they lay side by side in bed immediately falling asleep. Too tired to do or say anything.

The next morning they wake up entangled in eachother’s arms. The sun shining bright on the two of them. “Good morning, love.” Spencer says as he admires how beautiful is girlfriend looks as the sun rays from their window hit her skin. “Get up and get ready, we’re getting married today.” He says. Him having enough energy in his body for the both of them.

As (Y/N) walks out of the bathroom in her only white dress she owns, Spencer can’t help but tear up looking at his future bride. Although this isn’t the most traditional way to get married, neither of them have the patience to wait any longer.

Arriving at the jewelry store, Spencer opens the car door for (Y/N) and holds her hand as they walk in together. After looking through cases of rings, Spencer hears (Y/N) gasp as she stares at the most beautiful ring she’s ever laid her eyes on. A silver band with a small yet perfect diamond on it. “Is that the one?” He asks. All she can do is nod as it finally hits her that she’s marrying the love of her life within the next couple of hours. Spencer pays for the ring and as they arrive at the car, though it’s not the most romantic setting, he gets down on one knee, sliding the ring onto her finger.

Walking out of the courthouse hand in hand, the couple can’t help the almost painful smiles on their faces. Reliving the words “Congratulations! You are now husband and wife” over and over again. “You looked so beautiful during the whole thing, (N/N). I mean you look so beautiful all the time but specifically in that moment…” his rambles are stopped by the most loving kiss they’ve ever exchanged. “I can’t believe i get to call myself Mrs. Reid” she exclaims with a twinkle in her eye. Spencer has never been so happy than in this moment. “You are the most amazing wife i could ever ask for.” he says on the verge of happy tears. They reach the car as Spencer turns (Y/N) to face him, planting his hands on her hips. “What?” she asks. “Nothing. I just wanted to take a look at my beautiful wife that’s all.” he says. watching a blush creep up onto her cheeks. “Even though it’s not your typical wedding, and you’re not wearing a typical wedding dress, you still look like a goddess to me.” he exclaims. She doesn’t respond, the bashful blush on her face is enough of a response for him to dip her like in those cheesy romance movies and kiss her passionately as she giggles in surprise. “Ya know… I feel like seeing as though we both have rings on our fingers, our friends are going to figure out at some point. Once they do, we should totally have a late celebration surrounded by all the people we love.” she says. “If you want to do that, we’ll do that. I’ll do anything for you” he responds in a cheesy manner. “But i wanna keep this between us for a little bit longer to savor this moment.” she says. “Me too. Let’s head home and plan that celebration, my love.”

They did not get any planning done but they did do some celebrating. The newlyweds can barely get in the door without touching eachother. “I need you” she’s whispers in between kisses. “How bad?” “Really bad. I’ll do anything” she desperately responds. He smiles softly, slightly biting her lower lip. “Anything Mrs. Reid?”. “Anything.” she whines. Spencer gently pushes (Y/N) up against the wall and then brings both of his hands down to her hips. “So all I have to do is ask? You’d do whatever I’d tell you to do?” He says while leaning in closer, biting her right under her jawline. “Yes. I’d do anything for you, my love”. Spencer’s face turns slightly pink at the sound of her desperation. His hands gently lifting her shirt just enough so they can now rest on her waist. “Just do as I say. I want you to give yourself to me.” He says this in a deep quieter tone. “I will.” she whispers. “Good girl, Let’s not waste time Mrs. Reid” he says before grabbing her hand and leading her to their shared bedroom. He lays her down pressing his lips against her, more passionately than before. “Surrender yourself to me (Y/N)” he growls. She takes off her dress, “Is this what you want?” asking with a new found sense of confidence. Spencer’s eyes move down her body and then back up to her face, feeling himself get harder the longer he stares at her. “You’re perfect. That’s exactly what i wanted”.

He bites and sucks her perfect skin, leaving marks from her jaw all the way down her stomach. She makes a mental note to remember to cover those up before work monday. “You’re such a good girl for me” he whispers into her skin. He continues kissing down her skin reaching her thighs spreading her legs apart. “Tonight is all about my beautiful wife.” he says earning a whimper in response. He slid her panties off, admiring what is rightfully his. He starts to lick softly at first, teasing her folds before finally diving in. It didn’t take long for (Y/N) to be a moaning mess underneath him. Spencer worked his tongue inside her feeling her walls tighten. Spencer knew she was close. She instinctively grabs his hair as she came undone on his tongue. Leaving both of them a panting mess.

That monday, they couldn’t hold back their child like giggles when they both woke up for work. Reality struck when they were both standing outside the doors of the elevator to the BAU trying to act as though they have no relation other than coworkers. “I’ll go up first and you come in maybe a minute behind me okay?” Spencer says to his now, wife. Spencer gets there before her and sits down at his desk. (Y/N) walking in like it’s a regular work day, notices Morgan standing alongside Spencer talking about a case. Spencer slightly leans forward before making eye contact with his wife then looking back at Morgan. After their conversation subsides, Spencer walks over to (Y/N)’s desk, whispering to her slightly. “Have you noticed Emily has been eyeing us recently?” he asks her. “Yeah. she definitely clocked my ring as she walked by my desk a couple minutes ago.” (Y/N) responds. “Um..Spence? Don’t look now, but she’s walking over here.” she says behind her teeth. Spencer however, disregards her words and looks right at Emily, giving her a deer caught in headlights look. “No no no..” he whispers trying to race to his desk.

This falls short as the woman steps in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Spencer blinks at her a few times, trying to think of something to say. “Emily…I-I…is everything okay?” he stutters. “Can I ask you guys a question?”. They both nod their heads in response. “Is there something going on between the two of you?”. There it is. After two years of being so careful, it finally happened. Spencer sighs “Y-Yes Emily, there is.” he says with a hint of defeat in his words. “She is..um..my wife”. Emily nearly chokes, not expecting that statement to come out of his mouth. She looks at (Y/N) for any kind of response, but all she gets from her is a nervous smile and the slight raise of a hand showing her ring. This catches Emily off guard. She looks between the two, back and forth, trying to process this information. “Oh my god you’re married? That means you guys dated and when did you have time for that? And how could we not tell?” She rambles on. “How did you mange getting married in secret? Why didn’t you tell any of us?”. “With this job comes danger and stress. You saw what happened to Hotch and his wife. We didn’t want the same for eachother.” (Y/N) says, finally speaking up. “Did you two plan on ever telling anyone?” Emily ask. “We didn’t think that far ahead” (Y/N) responds still slightly nervous. “You do realize at some point you’re going to have to tell Hotch seeing as though you need to change your name on legal documents and stuff. We do work for the government.”. (Y/N) laughs a little then actually registered what Emily said. “Oh Shit.” was all she could say before looking at her husband. Just then, Hotch calls the three over to the conference room. “We have a case”. Spencer and (Y/N) look at eachother, and then back at Emily, before looking back at eachother again. “I guess it’s now or never, (Y/N)” Spencer says breaking the silence.

With a sigh, (Y/N) walks ahead of the other two. Noticing all of her colleagues are already in the room, She mentally prepares for the bombshell she’s about to place on the whole team. Going up to Hotch she nervously asks “Hey Hotch, could you do me a favor?”. “What’s up, (Maiden L/N)?” he responds in his normal stern yet still welcoming tone. “U-Um..” she starts to stutter. “Is everything okay,” he asks, cocking an eyebrow waiting for her response. She looks at her colleagues who are all now staring at her with worried looks on their faces. “Um…I need..uh..mylastnamechangedonmyfiles.” she says the last part rather fast, almost trying to get it over with as fast as possible. Spencer is behind her, nervously tapping his foot, leaning against the door frame.

He looks at the girl, quite puzzled. “Is something happening to you we should be worried about?” he asked, taking into account what line of work they’re on. “Um. No. I got married”. He looks at her with the most emotion she’s ever seen on his face since she started working there. Her coworkers gasp at her statement. “You got married? Who did you marry?” he says to use, eyes wide. “S-Spencer.” she stutters, looking at her husband and then back at Hotch. He almost drops his case files as he looks between her and Spencer. “You’re married…to Reid?” his eyebrows raise as Spencer walks over to her, putting his hands on her shoulder. “So when did this happen?” He asks in a slow manner. “Saturday.” Spencer finally speaks up. “Saturday?” Rossi says rather loudly. “We’ve been dating for 2 years if that makes it any better.” Spencer says awkwardly. “How did we as profilers not catch this?” Morgan asks the congregation of people. They all nervous laugh and exchange a couple ‘I don’t knows’. Penelope runs over grabbing Spencer and (Y/N) in a group hug and starts happily giggling. “YES MY OTP IS REAL”. Morgan and Rossi look at eachother “What the hell is an otp?” Rossi asks Morgan as Morgan just shrugs.

After everyone settles down, the newlyweds get congratulations and hugs. “See? it wasn’t so bad!” Spencer says as he holds his new wife tightly.

A/N: if you got this far, i hope you liked it. this is my first time writing anything like this since like middle school. i’ve never written smut before but i feel like it adds more flavor to any fic so it was needed lol. feedback is always welcome just don’t be mean i’m fragile lmao. lmk if yall want more.

[thepenguinweeb]

`` You're too kind to me, [Y/N]-kun. ``

[ ☆ Dazai x m!reader ]

[ ☆ Dazai had believed he was straight for a while, until he met the ADA's newest client, and the prettiest man he's ever seen. ]

[ ☆ aka; you're Dazai's gay awakening ]

[ ☆ Notes: reader is referred to with he/him pronouns ]

Dazai was a womanizer, the whole Agency knew that well. He'd always try to show his interest in the female clients he deemed beautiful, or the poor mistress in his favourite café, to no avail. His dream of dying with a pretty woman would have to wait, it seemed.

He didn't think anything of you at first. From what he'd heard, you were just like any other client. But then, you showed up at the office, and, for the first time, he was left speechless.

He could only stare at you trough uncharacteristic puppy eyes. Your pretty face, your beautiful hair, the way you carried yourself--

"Uh.. hey."

Your voice snapped him out of his dreamland. He blinked at you for a few moments before clearing his throat and getting himself together.

"Hey, you must be the new client!" He stretched his hand out toward you, which you promptlu accepted, and took on that goofy personality he put on with clients. "The name's Dazai. Uh.." he snapped his fingers, trying to remember your name.

"[Y/N]."

"Right!" He smiled at you. You were unaware of just how deeply he scratched your name into his brain to make sure he never forgot. "Anyway, let's chat then, hm?"

The two of you sat down as you explained why you had seeked out the ADA. Dazai listened, occasionally interrupting with witty and silly comments.

But trough it all, he could only think of one thing:

"Holy shit. Am I really gay?"

"He's more attractive than any woman I've ever seen.."

The issue you came to them for was sorted out pretty easily, but Dazai didn't want you to leave just yet.

"Hey, hey-" he grabbed your hand just as you turned to leave. "There's this café downstairs, nobody ever goes there except for us." He nodded towards his co-workers, who were too busy with their own work to notice his attempt at calling you on a date. "If you're free tomorrow, would you be my guest there?"

He watched you ponder his words for a bit before nodding. "Sure. I don't have anything else to do."

He internally melted at the sight of your smile, but he didn't show any of that.

"Great! See you there, [Y/N]-kun!"

"..so, I guess it's just my luck."

Dazai listened as you finished telling a story. While you were focused on that, his gaze was focused on your face. You acted much more casual than yesterday, probably because this wasn't about business anymore.

"Ah, that sucks," he replied with a sigh. "Buy hey, that's life for you."

You raised an eyebrow at his statement. "..You're not very optimistic, are you?"

He gave you a big grin and shook his head. "Not at all!"

You crossed your arms and stared at him for a moment longer. "You're weird, Osamu." He was about to interrupt, when you continued, "That's not a bad thing, though."

He took that as a compliment.

"You're too kind to me, [Y/N]-kun."

You shook your head and let out a resigned sigh. "Sure."

A/N; My first real x reader posted here!! I know yall love Dazai soo.. here's some Dazai content for you to eat up :D especially for the gentlemen! Hope you enjoyed!

Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

[boofeine]

stay the night (seungkwan ver.)

pairing: seungkwan x fem reader

genre: fluff, suggestive, friends to more

summary: just a cute scenario of skin care nights with your best friend (who could be more).

tags: @huen1ngk4i @aaniag @svteensworld @kooqitas @unlikelysublimekryptonite @hyperfocbsk

You sit on the bathroom sink just so you can catch up on his height, getting comfortable at the cold hard marmore as he comes to you. He's aligned between your legs, taking a secure distance as you hand his chin to pull his face.

"Are you sure you've never tried this before?"

You ask as he just hums in response. You grease your thumb over his beautiful toned eyebrows to make it to its shape.

"I always use the razor" Seungkwan adds, his eyelids getting close as he relaxes on your dainty motions over his face "Why? Should I be worried?" He asks, blinking slowly.

You scoff with a small laugh "Not at all" You say. "It's pretty different from a razor... It's not– painless... y'know?" You add.

"Now, you're scaring me" He replies. His big brown eyes getting even bigger and expressive as you couldn't worry less about his anxious state with that beautiful pair in front of you.

"Don't worry" You reassure, after you're done shaping it with the small brush. You brush the hair up, cutting the excess, before doing the same, brushing it down to cut there as well. Seungkwan finds pretty relaxing until now, your touches are very soft, he feels himself getting sleepy. You take the tweezers in your fingers "Ready?" You ask as if it was that big of a thing.

"Uhum" He hums, still with his eyes closed.

You finally grab one hair sneaking down on the tweezers, pulling it out. Seungkwan hiss in front of you, and you can't help but smile. You take two hairs close to each other this time, pinching them out in one motion. Seungkwan has a proper reaction this time "Ow!" he shoots, his eyes opening fast as you laugh.

"Is it that bad?" You say.

"No– I mean, It's pretty... uncomfortable" He contemplates, his forehead rugged in the process. You laugh again, and Seungkwan can't help smiling too after hearing the sound of yours

One of your hands goes from his chin to his jaw and neck, putting his face in place as you concentrate on pulling the lost hairs from his brows. He hiss and squirm here and there, but he's actually very behaved and not pouting, like you're used to. Sometimes, his eyes shut tight, and you have to remind him not to, so his eyesbrows don't move around. Seungkwan thinks that's the hardest part. How is he not supposed to react? He's so focused on not moving his face around, taking his eyes neatly close as his lips purse in concentration.

You're already finished, but you don't say anything as you stare at his face. He just stays there, his lower lip caging in his teeth as he realizes he hasn't been feeling it for a while. He opens his eyes to be met with your lighten up face staring back at his. He looks back, confused. "Are you done?" He asks, and you simply nod.

"Take a look and tell me if is it ok" You say, sliding slightly to the side so he can't look at himself on the mirror behind you.

"It's great" He says, nodding and rubbing his face to brush off the tiny hairs "Thank you"

"No problem" You completes, jumping down from the sink, neatly your things back to your bathroom drawer. Seungkwan, by your side, is reaching for his phone on the pocket of his sweaters.

"Oh my god, it's past midnight" He says surprised once the screen of his phone lights up.

"Yeah, I know" You say, having checked time a few minutes before, when you both were chatting at your living room.

"You knew it!? Didn't see time passing by. I have to go, I have work tomorrow morning" He says. You just know you cant hide, because as soon as your heart opens a hole, your face drops, and Seungkwan is staring back, searching your face.

"What!? No! I thought you were staying over, that's why I didn't say anything" You whine.

"I– wasn't." Seungkwan says paused, way too afraid of saying anything as you look at him with that look of yours and a disappointed face that looks like he has hurt you.

"Why not? Just stay over" You pout.

"I can't, I have work tomorrow" He reasons.

"Just stay the night, you can go out early in the morning tomorrow, I don't mind. It's late, Kwannie" You try to argue, but the silence kills you. You know work is so important for him, but for some reason, it's really hard to let him go.

His body drops as he sighs lightly "Okay" He agrees, a smile forming on his lips as he watches your eyes brightening first and then your whole face afterwards. If you keep that up, he might just fall for you and believe you've fallen for him.

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Ghostface Choso

Edit: look at this beautiful piece of ghost face Choso. Please give the artist some love! https://aransmind.tumblr.com/

Yoooo I wrote this with the help of Deftones and a bit of experience

Ao3 link

I have serious brainrot about this man. He’s on my nails and I get to lick his face whenever I eat finger foods.

Part 2

NSFW under the cut! Lmk if you like it.

October always promises some great parties. And this year your friends swore to get you out and to at least one party in costume. It’s not that you weren’t into partying, it’s always the anxiety of dressing up that keeps you away from the Halloween parties.

Your phone dings interrupting your thoughts of worry on how to dress. It’s Shoko and the group chat going on about the party tomorrow. And of course they’ve already gotten you an accessory for the costume they want you in.

Utahime:

Just wear a white dress!

Shoko:

Yeah and make it hot

You roll your eyes at the text and look in your closet. There’s a light blue dress that’s nice and sparkly. Texting the group back: guys will light blue work? That’s all I have on short notice..

Utahime: perfect! I have your wings already 😇

Oh okay angel-devil most likely, you think to yourself. And pick out some white chunky platform sandals to go with it.

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The next day rolls around and you slip in the outfit you’d picked out after sending a few pics for confirmation that the vibe was right. You finish your make up and throw your hair in a clip just as the car outside the window honks for you. Texting Utahime that you’ll be out in a sec, you grab your stuff and head out the door.

Walking up to the house party that looked like a club you could feel the music in the front yard. Giddy with excitement you follow your friends in. Apparently Shoko knew the house owners and got invited that way.

Making your way inside with the wings was a bit difficult. Luckily they were pretty small but with the amount of people there it was hard to move with the added accessory. Grabbing a hard lemonade before Shoko took them to the fridge you followed Utahime to the dance floor.

Placing your hands at her waist you move closer to dance and let loose. Dropping your shoulders and sipping on your drink before leaning your head back. Letting loose for a few songs before you notice there’s a hand sliding to your hip. Fuzzy brained from the heat and drink you let him dance behind you. His hands are warm and big. It’s turning you on just from the idea of the body that might match the hands resting on your dress. There is a barrier of your wings so you’re not too worried but you look back anyway. Ghost face is looking back at you. Leaning back you find his ear and ask “pull your mask up?” He shakes his head no. So you pull away teasing a little bit, mostly to see how much he wanted to be near you. A physical flirtation, a testing of waters.

His hands slide around your hips again so you turn fully to him. Pressing against his chest you reach up and prop his mask up on his head, revealing the most gorgeous man. Hark hair and dark eyes stare back at you. Gasping for a second before you regain your composure and throw a smirk on your face.

In his ear you ask “why didn’t you want the mask off? You’re really pretty”

Blushing, you watch him pull his mask on. “Dance with me?” He asks in your ear, the sound muffled by the mask. You smile and put your hands around his neck getting into the beat of the song. Your heart going a bit crazy knowing how attractive this guy is. Your fuzzy brain can’t help but take over your thoughts. Getting a little nasty in your head you shake it off.

A cool piece of glass breaks your mental spiral as it touches the hot skin of your back. Shoko hands you another bottle of hard lemonade and gets close to your ear. “Do you need saving?” She prods..

Shaking your head no you lean to her saying “no he’s hot and sweet so far”

Removing his mask fully he pulls Shoko over to him and hugs her.

“Oh shit Choso!” She bounces into his hug and returns to your side. “Okay he’s approved” she smirks after speaking lowly in your ear and smacks your ass lightly. Then his hand is back on your waist and mask is hanging loosely around his neck by the elastic. Two small buns of hair sit atop his head and bangs whisp over his forehead. Damn he’s pretty. And your fingers feel the muscles sliding under the fabric of his costume.

Leaning in you tell him your name and boldly kiss his cheek. It’s been forever since you were messy with a one night stand. Maybe this guy could be fun and Shoko seems to like him. Green flags so far make you press your body a bit closer to him.

“I’m Choso by the way” he says in a deep voice, hot breath fanning over your neck. “Want to go somewhere quieter?” You suggest leaning back to see his eyes. He nods and laces your fingers in his pulling you to the kitchen away from the music.

He grabs a beer from the fridge and asks “Do you want one?” You nod after looking at your empty bottle. He twists the cap off of both and leads you out to the back porch where tons more people are mingling around. His hand never leaves your hip as he guides you to a more open space.

“Hey” you say, meeting his gaze. He’s playing with one of the strings hanging from the side of your dress. “Hey” he replies and chuckles looking towards his feet.

“So how do you know Shoko?” You pry.

“Friend of a friend basically. What about you?”

“Friend from college” you start explaining “we’ve just stayed friends the last few years”

“Oh that’s cool. Do you know Gojo and Geto?” You shake your head no.

“Oh that’s whose house this is. I’m surprised Shoko never introduced you. They’re cool.”

“Oh I’ll ask her about it after this trust me” the end of your sentence fizzles into a giggle.

“Sooo what do you do for work?” He looks to you expectantly.

“I work a desk job for a manufacturing company. It’s super boring but like ultra stable. Plus my boss is really nice. What about you?”

“I own a gym actually” you bite back a smile at the realization.. that’s why he’s so built.

“Oh cool. You must stay active then” He nods in confirmation.

“But it is a lot of paperwork too. Can’t have you thinking I’m just a dumb jock”

“Dumb jocks don’t wear buns and dresses” you tease pulling at his costume.

“Oh this old thing?” He plays along and rests his elbow on the patio railing, leaning so he’s shorter than you now.

“So other than working out do you have any hobbies?” You ask Getting a little more comfy and leaning your butt against the railing.

“I game and have cats. Do cats count as an activity?” He looks for an answer.

“I’d say yes. I’m a cat person too.”

“And what about your hobbies outside your desk job?”

“Oh I paint and generally go where my mindless scrolling takes me. Gaming, reading, puzzles.. just whatever keeps me busy.” You shrug and wrap your arms around yourself.

“That’s fun! What kind of games?”

“I logged an embarrassing amount of hours in animal crossing a few years ago”

“Okay what do you consider embarrassing?” His brow raises skeptical of your answer.

“900 hours in less than a year…” you cover your face for a moment blushing.

“Holy shit” he laughs. “Yeah that’s insane. I bet your island was cool!”

“It was!”

The conversation lulls while you both sip your drink.

Standing to his full height Choso grabs your waist “do you want to go somewhere more private?”

“This isn’t?” You challenge.

“It is but I think everyone would appreciate us getting a room for things I want to do to you.”

Your stomach flips.

“Oh? And what would that be?” Your cheeks heat and heart flutters. You’ve been starved for this for months. He leans in closer, the heat of his palm seeping into your side. “I wanna see what you look like with my head between your legs”

“That can be arranged” you know the blush has creeped down to your chest. You pull him closer fisting the fabric of his costume. His hand glides to the back of your neck and he softly kisses your cheek. “So? Somewhere more private?” He repeats.

“What afraid of a little spectacle?” You lean in, nose brushing over his cheek and hot breaths mingling before either of you commit to this fully. He caves first placing a slow, closed mouth kiss to your lips. Slowly he slots your bottom lip between his and playfully bites at it before the kiss melts into an open mouth clash of tongues. The cool October air sending goosebumps over your skin and the warmth of Choso’s breath mixing with yours as you both pant and grab at each other. Turning into something else, so familiar but still new. His baby hairs falling at the back of his neck tickle your hand and you giggle into the kiss.

“Okay maybe getting a room isn’t a bad idea”

“We could go back to my place if you want” he curls the strings from your dress around his finger. “Is it close by?”

He peppers kisses on your neck and whispers that it is.

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Entering his apartment you take in the industrial type loft. It’s nothing fancy but it seems to fit him. A vintage red rug on the hardwood floors and dark walls paired with a shitty old velvet couch. You watch as a cat darts around to the corner and disappears into another room.

“Make yourself at home” his deep voice comes from behind you. “Thanks. These wings are cutting into me so bad” you discard the wings on the couch and Choso pulls the costume up over his head.

Oh fuck he’s hot. Your mouth waters at the lack of a shirt under his costume. Both of you barefoot on the plush rug, you close the distance between your bodies. His hands trace your hips and he presses his thumbs into the plush of your belly. Initiating a kiss that turns messy fast, tracing your tongue on his lower lip you feel his heart beat pick up. Sighing into each others mouths and melting into the new touches.

“You’re so sexy” he says pressing his forehead to yours. “Gonna let me do whatever I want?”

“Only if you promise to get me off”

“Oh multiple times” he pushes some stray bangs behind your ear.

“Big talk there mask man”

“It’s not just talk. Promise” he slips a finger to the edge of your panties. Teasingly pulling the fabric away from your skin. Gasping as the intimate contact you grab his biceps.

“Sensitive?” You just nod in response and hide your face in the crook of his neck. His hands find their home at your waist again. Choso slides a finger over your dress straps and pulls one off your shoulder. You start placing sweet small kisses to his neck. He returns the favor and places a few wet kisses to your chest. The teasing turns into a full make out session. He pulls you onto the couch and in his lap. Sliding the hem of your dress up so you comfortably straddle him. Worshiping every inch of exposed thigh.

“Do you do this often?” He questions.

“Not recently no” hesitating for a moment “I’m clean if that’s what your worried about”

Chuckling between kisses to your chest “No but it’s nice to know. I was just wondering if you’re slutty.. in the good way”

Laughing at the correction “I can be if you’re into it”

Dragging his teeth against your skin “I’m into it then”

“Noted” you lean into a kiss and press your self fully against him. You can feel the bulge in his pants already.

“Fuck” you pull away breathless from sucking down each others air. His hands guide your hips creating friction for the both of you. Kissing him again you fight over who gets to bite the others lip. He pulls yours in his mouth and sucks on it.

Placing your hands on his shoulders, finger tips gliding along the bare skin of his back. “Will you wear the mask while we fuck?”

Shock settles on his face then a grin. “Yes ma’am”

Teasingly, you drag your hips on him. Your folds spilling out of your thong from how hard you’re grinding on him. Cupping your ass, Choso stands up with you in his arms as he carries you to his bedroom. Tossing you on the bed before he hovers over you placing kisses to your chest and biting the flesh of your breast. Licking at every spot he bites leaving a small trail across your cleavage. He kisses you with an open mouthed kiss, tangling your tongues together while he pulls your dress up and over your head.

His lips immediately attach to your exposed nipple while he plays with the other. Sending shivers over your body and heat between your legs. He pulls the mask off his neck and throws it on the bed “for later” he says.

“First I gotta make good on a promise” lowering to his knees and placing soft kisses on the inside of your thighs. Sliding off your underwear leaving you fully exposed under him. Tension fills the room as he leans in closer to your clit, slowly dragging his tongue over the soft bud. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. His tongue slowly drags over your slit sucking up the wetness already leaking from you. Then he proceeds to suck and lick your pussy with no regard for how wet his face and your thighs are. Pressing into you hard and flattening his tongue for more friction. Using your thighs and ass to lift you up off the bed so he has better access. Continuing his ministrations pulling out every ounce of pleasure he can. Soft moans slip from both of you. Lewd sounds come from between your legs and you cover your face in embarrassment. Someone you just met making you feel SO good. The thought sends shivers through your body. You grab each of his buns in one hand and rut yourself against his face. Panting at the exertion, filthy things leave your lips.

“God Choso yes”

He slides a finger inside you but never lets his lips leave your clit. Even as you reach overstimulation and try to pull away he pulls you closer with one hand. Riding out your high on his finger.

“Good girl” he praises as his shorts hit the floor. Joining you on the bed he kisses you and pulls you closer. You drape a leg lazily over his waist and realize he’s fully naked. And erect. Holy shit. Hes so pretty.. even his dick is pretty. Toying with it, your thumb circles around the tip as you greedily slide it through your folds.

“I’m on the pill .. so we can do whatever you want”

He covers his face with a large palm. “Fuck me” giggling softly you reply “gladly”

He goes to grab the mask off the bed but you stop him. “I wanna see your face for a bit. Please” He smirks and nods, placing the mask close by. Sitting up on his knees, he glides his dick on your cunt and teases your slit and folds. Heat pooling in your abdomen. He pushes his tip in and spits on where you’re connected. Throwing his head back he hooks your legs over his thighs, pushing fully inside of you. A few thrusts and he’s sweating. Looking like a man starved for pussy.

He grabs the mask and pulls it over his face while your eyes are screwed shut. Fucking into you harder now and lifting you off the bed. His nails dig into your hips and you gasp but definitely get wetter at the sight of the mask. You grasp his sides, holding on as he roughly pushes into you over and over. He flips you over and fully pushes inside you slowly before grasping all your hair in one hand. Forcing you to look over your shoulder at the body of a god screwing you. A hand slides up your back and causes heat to pool in your belly at the tenderness.

Panting, your hands fist the sheets for purchase. He catches on that you want more and he pulls all the way out before slamming back in. Throwing his head back in pleasure as his cock drags against your walls, pulling out again. Taking off the mask you see sweat beading on his face.

“God damn you feel so good” wimpers leave your lips as he’s pushing and pulling your body as he wants.

Flipping you over again he spits where you’re connected. Playing with your clit while dragging his dick in and out of you until you’re cumming on him. He leans over and cups your shoulders while panting into your ear. Orgasms washing over both of you. He holds you as you both come down. Breathing heavily while your eyes glaze over, you body humming with contentment.

Playing with his hair you whisper into his ear “that was incredible”

“Yeah? if you stay the night I’ll do it again”

Smiling you kiss his cheek and agree.

Part 2

[margaretoakgrove]

Gift for birthday

Walking the thorny road of your uneasy life, you managed to comprehend one simple yet great mystery of that the appearance of a person frequently can be deceiving and far from always reflect their authentic essence.

You came to this conclusion after on your path you had met many people who were flawlessly beautiful outside but disgustingly ugly on the inside, and also those few ones who behind their brutal exterior, in fact, hid an incredibly gentle soul.

And to your grand happiness your beloved Karl Heisenberg proved to be exactly that same kind of man.

But, unfortunetaly, here in this located in a mountainous region of Eastern Europe remote little village because of his rather formidable looks, rank of being one of the Four Lords of the village lands and unnatural for human beings powers of controlling different metal objects only with his mind Karl was perceived by the local residents as an arrogant and incapable of love or compassion extremely dangerous individual, but only to you Heisenberg opened up his genuinely caring, fun-loving and sensetive nature and all the truth about that cruel and egoistic Mother Miranda forced him to become her obedient servant against his own will, and that already quite for a long time he had been dreaming to be free of the oppression of her barbarous tyranny.

Actually, one needs to say that it was not only one dream which the Lord was seriously intended to turn into reality one day.

Yesterday early in the morning when both of you were sitting at the kitchen table and nicely chatting over a cup of freshly brewed fragnant coffee he honestly confessed to you that at least for once in his entire life he would really like to properly celebrate his own birthday with real presents and a real big birthday cake.

To hear this amazing news from the Lord you were indescribably glad as before in your conversations he had never told you even when his birthday was, and what joy that was for you to find out that it was supposed to be already on the next day!

Determined to make your beloved feel a little bit more happier, you conceived to secretly organize a small pleasant surprise for him by preparing a homemade festive cake and a lovely useful gift, despite the fact that Karl was not going to celebrate his birthday so soon for the simple reason that, as he himself said, he didn't have absolutely any time for entertainments as at the current moment the total elimination of Miranda was the number one goal for him, that is why his tomorrow's birthday Heisenberg planned to spend just like one of his most regular days, hoping at least not to cross paths anywhere with his adopted family, the members of which he had always sincerely dispised.

But all these plans and hopes of the Lord crumbled into dust when at the crack of dawn he was unceremoniously awakened by the unexpected telephone call of Mother Miranda herself. As it turned out, "her highness crazy witch" for some unknown reason decided to arrange an unscheduled family gathering and demanded for her "son" to partake in it along with his siblings and arrive for this to the cave church asap, thereby not leaving him even the slightest chance to normally wash his face, let alone have some breakfast.

Hastily dressed, our birthday man, fiercely cursing Miranda for so brazenly spoiling all his day today, went outside where nature unfriendly greeted him with a massive snowfall accompanied by the powerful gusts of a freezing wind.

"Fucking matches..." He grumbled under his breath, trying to light a cuban cigar with no success. "Always extinguish even from the slightest breeze..."

You volunteered to walk the Lord right to the main factory gates, paying zero attention to all of his insistent protests not to do that in such a cold stormy weather. On his covered with deep scars stubbled cheek you placed a light goodbye kiss, and once the burly figure of your beloved disappeared on the opposite side of the stone bridge you immediately hurried back to the factory in order to get everything what was needed ready for his return...

As Heisenberg suspected this family meeting promised to be unbelievably prolonged, and it seemed to him that it lasted for a whole eternity. For many long hours straight Karl, chewing an unlit cigar, had been sitting on a wide wooden bench inside the cave church and, from time to time heavily sighing and rolling his eyes in irritated manner, listening to the insane dictatorial nonsense of the family head, the poisonous insults of Lady Dimitrescu that she was spitting right in his face, the nasty high-pitched squeal of Donna's creepy porcelain doll and the constant childish whining of Moreau. Not having a single crumb of bread within his stomach since early morning and chilled to the bone, Heisenberg eagerly awaited this freak show to end as soon as possible so that he could come back to the saving walls of his old factory and just forget about this frankly lousy day within your warm comforting embrace.

But to reach his safe refuge the Lord, unfortunately, managed only very late in the evening after he had accomplished to do everything he was strictly ordered to, namely, calmed down the went crazy Lycans in the Stronghold and got rid of the mess in the village workshop. Barely dragging his feet from extreme tiredness, the man, upon entering the bedroom and throwing off his outerwear, with noise flopped down on the shabby leather couch and, closing his eyes, let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was home.

"Karl? You back?" Your quiet voice delicately interrupted your beloved's welcome respite, making him to open his eyes again, and having noticed your presence in the doorway of the bedroom, he couldn't help but slightly smile.

"Yes, princess. I'm back."

"It's pretty late. You must be very tired and hungry. Let's go to the kitchen! I've made a dinner for us."

"Sounds perfect." And with these words Heisenberg slowly stood up and trudged after you in the direction of the kitchen.

"Hey, what's this?" Karl whistled in surprise, motioning his head towards the kitchen table in the center of which adorned a deliciously smelling fresh apple cake surrounded by many plates with his especially favorite dishes.

"Um, Karl..." From overwhelming excitement all that tremendous speech which you had been composing since the previous day specially for this occasion in a blink evaporated from your memory. "I just...I just wanted to say...um... Here! Happy birthday, darling! Please accept this humble gift from me to you!"

The gaze of the Lord fell on a laying within your palms silver lighter with the engraved on it image of a beautiful steed, which you had bought from the Duke for a rather hefty sum.

"I noticed that you always light cigars with matches, but it seemed to me that for you they are not very comfortable in using. And then i thought maybe a lighter would be more helpful in this case, so..."

From your trembling hands the man took the lighter extremely carefully as if it was made not of metal but of fragile glass.

"All right, sweetheart...You...huh...You cooked all this food, baked this cake, spent your money on this obviously damn expensive thing, and what do you want to tell me? Do you want to tell me that you did all of this...for me?"

"Well...Well yes! Yes, that's right!"

Judjing by his puzzled facial expression, it was safe to say your beloved was truly shocked by everything what's happening right now, and it was no wonder because absolutely nobody in his entire life had ever done even something similar for him.

"So...Why are we still standing? The food is getting cold! Come on! Let's take a sit at the table!"

The blizzard, which had been furiously raging outside throughout the day, little by little, had begun to abate, and out of the snow gloomy clouds appeared the large silvery moon whose tranquil light unobtrusively penetrated through a small window into the kitchen where Heisenberg and you were enjoying the festive meal in each other's company. At your request, Karl told you how the family gathering went, but instead of narrating you about this extremely unpleasant event in a negative way, he started cracking shameless yet hilarious jokes about his hateful siblings, and your contagious laughter, caused by these jokes, after all those disgusting nasties that he had to hear today out acted like a healing balm to his soul.

Suddenly, Gymnopedie No.1 by Erik Satie smoothly played on the radio, and to your mind came a wonderful idea.

"May i have this dance, my Lord?" Playfully smiling, you politely held out the man your hand.

"Sure!" Not even thinking, Heisenberg immediately accepted your invitation to dance. "But i consider it my duty to warn you that i can't dance at all."

"Me too! So i am deeply apologizing in advance for accidentally stepping on your feet a huge number of times!"

In the dimly illuminated by a couple of oil lanterns kitchen both of you were slightly swaying in a slow dance to the soothing sounds of the marvelous melody in each other's arms. Placing his rough hand on your waist, Karl was gradually pulling you closer and closer to his wide sturdy chest, and when you rested your head on his strong shoulder he a bit nuzzled your soft silky hair, inhaling with pleasure its subtle delightful scent.

Fully immersed in the relaxing atmosphere of calmness, at least for tonight the Lord entirely forgot about all of his pressing daily problems the thoughts of which permanently created disorderly chaos in his head, and at this divine moment of complete peacefulness it seemed to him as if in the whole entire world existed only you and only him, silently dancing in this cozy semi-darkness.

After a few short minutes, silence that followed the melted in the air music softly stopped the slow romantic dance of yours, and then you looked up at your beloved just in order to catch him looking back at you with a gaze filled with nothing other than tenderness and adoration.

"I don't know how to thank you for everything you've done for me tonight." Carefully Heisenberg tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"Thank me? But...But you shouldn't thank me. I...I haven't really done anything special..." This affectionate gesture in combination with the low tone of his raspy voice made you unavoidably redden like a ripe juicy strawberry. "You deserve this, Karl. You do truly deserve this. You deserve all of this and even more. And if i only could give you this more, believe me, i would gladly do that for you, not awaiting from you anything in exchange because... because i love you too much...that's all..."

"My Buttercup...My kind little Buttercup..." And Karl, upon cupping your face with his hands as gently as he could, placed a kiss on your lips, in sweetness to which, in your opinion, even candied honey could not be compared. You didn't break this adorable kiss to ask the Lord what happened when you noticed a crystal-clear tear rolling down his cheek because for you everything was understandable enough without any words: probably for the first time in his entire life your beloved now was quietly crying with genuine happiness, and from the realization that you managed to fulfill one of the cherished dreams of his you yourself became even more happier than you had already been...

This peaceful night before going to bed Heisenberg decided to go outside in order to have a smoke. With the help of his new lighter Karl easily lighten up a cuban cigar on the very first attempt and contentedly took several deep puffs.

Leisurely savoring the bitter taste of the tobacco smoke, simultaneously the Lord was gazing at the dark nocturnal sky strewn with millions of bright sparkling stars just when one of them at lightning speed was leaving its abode once and for all, and, without hesitation, he quickly made a birthday wish.

It is not difficult to guess what kind of wish your beloved made because more than anything else he truly wished to be with you forever no matter what as for him you doubtelessly were the most priceless gift which he was so lucky to receive from the Universe herself, and to her for such a boundless generousity the man was infinitely grateful.

[h4neypot]

first date

pairing: isaacwhy x reader  summary: first date with isaacwhy full fic genre: fluff

You met Isaac at the gym, where you exchanged phone numbers and started texting each other for nearly two weeks. Finally, Isaac gained the courage to ask you out on a date.

It happened during another encounter at the gym. “Are you free Friday night? I’d like to take you out,” he asked, his voice a little nervous, almost hesitant.

Your smile widened. “Of course, Isaac. I’d love that.”

“Great! Great, great,” he said, fumbling with his words. You found it cute. “I’ll text you the details.”

“Okay! I gotta go, but I’ll be waiting for the text,” you teased. “Don’t let me down.”

“This will be the best first date of your life,” he promised with a smirk. “Just wait.”

Later that night, Isaac joined the Group voice chat on Discord.

“Yo,”

The guys greeted him back.

“Hypothetically,” Isaac began, “if you were to take a girl on a first date, what would you do?”

The voice chat exploded. Tanner and Larry started yelling so loudly that Isaac could hear them through the walls.

“Are you finally going on a date with gym girl?!” Nick exclaimed.

“Oh my god!” Grunk shrieked, flailing his arms dramatically.

“Help me, and I’ll give you all $100,” Isaac deadpanned. “Deadass.”

“Lock in, boys,” Tanner smirked, rubbing his hands together. “Easiest $100 of our lives.”

(It took the group three hours to come up with a simple dinner date plan. Tanner suggested a strip club, Larry said skydiving, and Isaac threatened to kick them out of the server too many times to count.)

The day before Friday, your phone buzzed with a notification. Seeing Isaac’s contact name, you immediately smiled.

isaacpoo: hey. dinner reservation at 7. i’ll pick you up at 6:30. you always look pretty so i’m not too worried about that, but dress fancy. i’m pulling up in a button-up. you: oh shiiii. am i getting wine and dined?!?!?! isaacpoo: fo sho shawty. see you tomorrow. you: see you tomorrow :)

Friday arrived, and you were freaking out. Your roommates helped you get ready—picking out an outfit, fixing your hair, and hyping you up. You felt a mix of nerves and excitement; after all, you’d been crushing on Isaac for weeks. At one point, you kicked your feet like a schoolgirl when he texted, “excited for tonight.”

When his car pulled up, one of your roommates shoved you out the door with a wink. “Have fun! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!”

Outside, Isaac was waiting with a bouquet of flowers. For the first time, you saw his face—usually, it was hidden behind a mask and sunglasses at the gym.

“Look how handsome you are,” you teased. “It’s a shame you hide all this behind your mysterious mask.”

He rolled his eyes, but his cheeks turned pink. “Haha, very funny. But thanks. You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You accepted the flowers, genuinely touched. “Is this all for me?”

“Of course. You wanted to be wine and dined, and I’m here to deliver.” He opened the car door for you, making you blush even more.

The drive to the restaurant was full of natural conversation, with soft music playing in the background. You’d always enjoyed texting Isaac, but part of you worried that the chemistry wouldn’t carry over in person. Thankfully, it did. He told you about growing up in Pennsylvania, moving to Texas with his friends, and his love for family. You shared stories about your childhood, your ambitions, and little quirks that made you, you.

When you arrived, he surprised you by rushing over to open your car door again.

“Chivalry isn’t dead,” you quipped, looping your arm through his as he offered it.

“M’lady,” he joked, clearly warming up to you more with each second.

Dinner flew by in a flash. The restaurant was far fancier than anything you were used to, and Isaac brushed off your surprise. “It’s no big deal,” he said, smiling. You talked about everything and nothing, laughing at each other’s jokes and diving into deeper topics. The more you learned about him, the more perfect he seemed—kind, funny, and genuine. Isaac was in a similar boat as you. He surprised himself with how open he was with you. Usually, on first dates, he put up a wall; after all, it’s hard to know someone’s true intentions with him, especially as someone with his popularity. From the start, though, he knew that you were genuine and with pure intentions. That meant more to him than you could ever know.

When the bill came, you frowned, realizing the date was almost over. As you walked back to his car, you blurted, “Want ice cream?”

Isaac laughed, his whole face lighting up. “Sure.”

“Good, because I’m paying since you covered dinner.”

“Deal.” He opened the car door for you once more, and you thought, I could get used to this.

After getting your cones, you strolled through the town together. Conversation slowed, but the silence was warm and comforting. Sitting on a bench, you turned to Isaac and burst out laughing. “It looks like you ate actual shit, Isaac!”

“What?” He panicked, rubbing his face like a frantic child, only to smear chocolate further. You handed him a napkin, still giggling.

“Alright, enough laughing. You’ve got some too.” Instead of handing the tissue back, he gently wiped your face with his thumb.

You stop breathing for a good second. His hand lingered, cupping your cheek softly. You both froze, looking at each other in silence and hearts racing. You know what he wants to do; he knows what you want to do. The silence is deafening as you anticipate someone, either you or him, to break the silence with the question.

Isaac finally caves.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.”

And so, he leaned in. The kiss was tentative at first—nervous and sweet. There were no fireworks, explosions, or any movie cliches. It’s a first kiss. It was almost awkward at first; you know for a fact that Isaac was nervous and hesitant. You took the initiative in the kiss to let him know that it was okay, that you wanted this as much as he did. He got the message and started kissing you back. Slowly, it deepened, and you felt yourself melting into the moment.

You ignored the thought in your mind that laughs at the fact that you felt like high schoolers, kissing on a bench after eating ice cream. It was kinda cute how elementary it felt. It was reflective of the way Isaac made you feel: young and innocent, genuine and comfortable.

You were the one who pulled away first. As you two separated, a giddy smile spread across your face, joy radiating all around you. Isaac smiled back, and you felt yourself falling—really, really hard.

“Well, I can check first kiss off the bucket list,” you joked.

Isaac rolled his eyes but laughed anyway. You glanced at your phone and realized how late it was. Your roommates had been texting, asking for updates and making sure you were safe. With a sigh, you responded to them quickly, then turned back to Isaac.

“I fear our time together must come to an end,” you said with a dramatic sigh.

Isaac played along. “Oh, how I hate to part.”

“Such a shame,” you replied, standing up from the bench. You stuck out your hand, and Isaac took it, letting you help him up. But instead of letting go, he tightened his grip and slid your intertwined hands into his coat pocket, keeping them warm. You nudged his side, smirking at his (admittedly successful) attempt at flirting. He winked in response.

You walked to his car, where, as usual, he opened and closed the door for you.

The drive home was quiet, with just a few comments here and there. You were getting sleepier by the minute, especially with Isaac still holding your hand as he drove. The comfort of his touch lulled you to sleep.

You woke to a gentle nudge and saw Isaac smiling softly at you.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” he said quietly.

“I’m up,” you mumbled.

“Damn, if I was boring you, you could’ve just said so instead of sleeping on me,” he teased, shaking his head.

“Whatever, Isaac.”

For the last time that night, he told you to stay put and went to open the door for you. He walked you right to your front door.

“I had a really, really, really great time tonight,” you said with a wide grin. “Like, really great.”

“Well, I had a really, really, really, really great time tonight too,” he replied with a smile.

You looked up at his tall stature, debating whether to kiss him goodnight. You wondered if he was thinking the same thing. After a few seconds, you decided he was probably too polite to kiss you again, so you hugged him instead. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, completely engulfing you. You stayed like that for a while, swaying slightly back and forth, feeling warm and safe. You inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of his cologne.

Knowing that if you didn’t pull away soon you’d stay like that forever, you let go. You took out your key and unlocked the front door. “Thank you for such a great first date. You definitely delivered as my best first date ever. Text me when you get home.”

“Thank you for the high praise,” he said, bowing jokingly. “I’ll text you, and I’ll see you again soon. That’s a promise.”

“Good,” you said, glaring playfully. “I’m holding you accountable for that promise.”

“Goodnight. Sleep well.”

“Goodnight, Isaac,” you said with one last smile before closing the door.

(Isaac felt like punching himself for not kissing you goodnight. But he also felt like punching the air in joy at the fact that you were quite literally perfect. He got into his car and instantly called the boys on Discord. He gushed about you to them the entire ride home.)

isaacpoo: i’m home!!!!! again, for the millionth time, i had a great time. i’m planning our next date asap. stay tuned.

YIPPEEE first full fic moment i actually started writing about you two meeting at the gym first and how he got your number butttttt that made it way too long so perhaps i'll fix that up and post it as a separate fic hope you enjoyed :3333

[lizzieislife94x]

Road Trip (e.o)

Lizzie x G!P reader

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Lizzies POV:

"Let's go hoooooe" I beep my horn over and over waiting for my bestfriend y/n she takes so fucking long this bitch she literally said I'm ready come pick me up and she's not ready I love her but sometimes I wanna strangle her "ugh finally I've been waiting 10 minutes" I huff turning to her as she laughs "calm your panties lizzies let's get this show on the road I'm so excited" she leans over to hug me as I pretend I don't want her too she's so fucking beautiful I love to spend as much time with her as possible so 16 hours on the road alone in the car is perfect, she's had my heart for the last 5 years I've never had the courage to do anything about I don't wanna ruin our friendship I love her to much but I can't help but constantly check her out "ok I forgive you loser let's go, I'll drive the first few hours then we can find somewhere to chill and sleep then you take the next few hours tomorrow and so on" I explain we could easily do the 16 hours in one go but this trip is about us spending a few days together because we don't get to see each other often "that sounds perfect lizzie" she smiles sweetly god her smile, we start our drive talking and enjoying each other company laughing like mad men

 Y/ns POV:

"No way your boss said that??" She asks in complete shock I can't help but giggle "yeah he did can you believe he thought I wanted to sleep with him I've worked there for 3 years and the idiot hasn't realised I'm into women" I say smirking at lizzie "yeah no offence y/n all anyone has to do is spent 20 minutes with you to know your a lady lover" she says in a flirty tone I laugh and sigh leaning my head back against the head rest, yes lizzie I'm completely for the ladies but I only want you, I think as I would never tell her that I don't want to lose her and if I let my stupid feelings get in the way I'd lose her she'd never speak to me again "hey give me your phone I wanna put music on" I say as I rest my hand on hers andshe smiles "its right there y/n" she says pointing down to where the drinks sit, I grab her phone and unlock it "awh we are so fucking cute" I say referring to the photo of us as her lockscreen and I think she's blushing "we still have 2 hours to go wanna stop and get some food and blankets and pillows" she smiles at me "yessssss babes sounds like a plan to me" I jump excitedly in my seat and she giggles at my antics we pull in to Mcdonalds and get some food after half an hour we walk over to target to get blankets and pillows "ohhh lizzie we should get snacks for watching Netflix" I suggest "that's actually a great idea" we grab lots of snacks and drinks and I grab a box of tissues incase lizzie needs to pee "let's go find the perfect spot to set up by the time we get there the sun should just be setting " I say in a calm tone "mmh I love the sunset its so beautiful " lizzie says as I pack the stuff into the car

we spend the remaining 2 hours in a comfortable silence occasionally chatting about stuff that we could watch, we've settled for big momma and big momma 2 she always gets her way but fuck she's so precious I could never say no to her, we find the perfect spot and park up with a perfect view of the sunset I grab her hand as we sit and watch it until it disappears "let's get the car all cosy and we can set up the movie" I whisper as I get out and open the back doors and put the back seats down and fix a few blankets down so we're comfortable I then fix the pillows and grab a few blankets to cover us "everything's ready ma'am just need your laptop" I say smiling as lizzie gets into the back smiling "this is beautiful y/n" I blush and look down "I'm going to get stripped I normally sleep naked but obvs I'm not over the next few days so is it OK if I wear my boxers and sports bra?" I question shyly and she giggles "of course that's fine y/n same here as long as you don't mind me in my bra and panties" I gulp and blush at the thought "no uh thats fine" I whisper nervously and strip my clothes off leaving me in my boxers and sports bra I climb into the back and get under the covers after a few minutes lizzie joins me as I set the laptop up and play the movie.

Lizzies POV:

Fuck I'm trying to focus on the movie but I can't y/n is half naked laying right against me thank god she fell asleep because I'm panicking here "mmh there fuck.." wait a minute is she moaning Holy fucking shit I notice the blanket poking up and instantly lift it to look under fuck she has a hard on yep she was definitely moaning "fuck lizzie..take it ju..st like that" I instantly freeze was she moaning my name fuck I feel the wetness instantly pooling in my panties "lizzie..uhhh god yy..es" the sound of her moaning my name alone is enough to make me cum fuck, I need to wake her up "hey y/n wake up babe y/n" I whisper shaking her as she wakes up and opens her eyes wide as she sees me "oh hey lizzie is everything ok what time is it " god  even her saying my name now I'm only gonna think of her moaning it 

Y/ns POV:

I woke up and instantly knew I had a hard on shit I hope she doesn't see it I had a sex dream about lizzie it's nothing new but I freaked out inside when she woke me up because I've never had a sex dream about her while she's laying beside me I move a little and try to hide my dick "where you dreaming about me" I freeze as the words leave her mouth how does she know "you where moaning alot and you moaned my name" she says as if she read my mind "I'm so sorry liz I had no control over my dream please don't hate me" she giggles and pulls the blankets off and climbs ontop of me oh god what is happening "oh shut up and do something about it" I smirk and unclip her bra letting her perfect tits fall out I automatically latch my mouth around her nipple as she grinds into my raging hard on "fuck lizzie that feels amazing" i moan against her nipple as she continues "lizzie you are fucking soaked I groan" she blushes and looks into my eyes "how do you know y/n" I smirk and bite my lip "your pussy is that wet its soaked my boxers I can feel it on my cock " i tease kissing her neck "ugggh just fuck me y/n I've waited to long for this" she moans as I flip us and take my boxers off and slide her panties off fuck the sight of her soaked core is making me harder "mmh fuck you look fucking amazing "I moan as I run my fingers through her wet folds earning a moan for my best friend "put it in y/n fuck me" I moan at her assertion and do as I'm told I line my cock up to her entrance and slide in slowly "fuckkk lizzie you feel so fucking good" I moan pushing my entire length inside the moaning blonde under me "yessss fuck y/n youre so big sh..it" I gave her a minute to adjust before I start thrusting my hips slowly making sure to hit the right spots as I thrust, fuck I never knew my best friend sounded so fucking sexy moaning my name "yes yes yes y/n right...there fuck dont fucking stooop" she screams as I pick up my pace fucking her harder and faster "I'm cummmmming oh holy fucking shit im cumming" she screams out like a pornstar I feel her pussy walls squeeze my cock as I hold back my orgasm and she cums all over my cock "good girl" I moan slowling my thrusts letting her ride out her orgasm "fuck y/n you feel amazing inside me" she pants out her hands gripping my biceps as she tries to steady her breathing, I keep my dick inside her and move her legs over my shoulder "do you have one more lizzie" I moan thrusting slowly leaning down to place a gently kiss on on her lips "mmmh yes definitely baby" she moans "fuck me fuck me please" I start snapping my hips hard and fast as the car shakes like crazy and my best friend screams under me fuck her pussy feels amazing I continue thrusting feeling the orgasm fast approaching "fuck lizzie cum for me I want you to cum for me before I fill your tight little cunt with my seed " I pant out staring into my best friends eyes and all I see is lust and desire "fuck fuck I'm cumming daddyyy" she screams arching her back as I continue to slam my cock deep inside her After one final thrust I start shooting my load deep inside my best friend and it feels amazing I've wanted this for the longest time, I lay beside her panting as I grab her hand "that was amazing lizzie are you on the pill?" I moan looking at her as she turns to me "yes it was amazing no one has ever made me cum that hard and nope im not" she smirks running her finger down my nose biting her lip. 

Well I guess there's a chance I just impregnated my best fried the thought has me biting my lip this woman is something else and god i love her.

AN: just to keep the book up to date if you like it let me know if you want a request message me I do them all right away babes word Count is 1.8k

[f3lix00]

“quick” drabble about dad!Chan

Fluff | Masterlist

you get home, exhausted and pissed at everything and everyone. But the moment you see the light in your daughter, Cory and your loving husband, Chris' eyes, when they’re shouting happy birthday to you, the second you walk in, the weight lifts off your shoulders. you're home, home to them, the two people you love the most in the whole world. Chris bends down to pick Cory up and lifts her up on his shoulders. He groans, "ah, you're starting to get too big for this, C" he chuckles slighty and greets you with a kiss on the lips. "happy birthday, my love. we baked and ordered your favorite!" you chuckle, "yeah, I can see that," you look over his shoulder, into the kitchen, dirty with flour everywhere. "sorry about that, we uh- couldn't decide which cake to bake and this little devil," he tickles Cory's feet "decided that the flour looked way better in my hair than in the bowl." "it's not my fault you couldn't remember mom's favorite cake." Cory pouts "It's alright," you chuckle, "I'll clean it, just start eating, I'll join you in a bit" you take off your jacket and head towards the kitchen, but Chris grabs your wrist. "you, are not lifting a finger on your birthday, especially not after a nine hour work day"

You pause for a moment and just look into his eyes, and then sigh, "you're right, work was horrible. but I forgot all about it, the second i walked in and saw those beautiful eyes of yours." you smile

"are you talking about these gorgeous eyes, or dad's?" Cory asks, and you chuckle, "I think both of your eyes are absolutley beautiful. you know, your eyes actually remind me alot of your dad when he was younger"

"enough chatting, let's go eat"

-

“And now Cory is asleep,” you say to Chris, standing and washing dishes. He dries his hands and gently grabs your waist, “did it end up being an okay day, even after work?” He looks at you with wonder and worry, “yeah, it was absolutely great,” kiss “Thank you, baby.”

Chris smiles and kisses the top of your head, “I’m glad. You always tell me how terrible Friday shifts are, and I was worried it was gonna be too much.” You nuzzle against his chest, nothing to hear but his calming heartbeat and his arms sneak around your waist.

“Cory is getting so big already. I feel like we got home from the hospital yesterday” he sighs and buries his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling you slightly. “You miss having a baby in the house?”

“You know, even through the sleepless nights, tons of dirty laundry and your weird cravings, I do, yeah.” He pulls away from you neck and looks deeply into your eyes, “I really miss it,” his eyes flicks between yours, “I… I wanna have another baby with you, love.”

You blush at the confession. To be honest, you missed it too. And you read on some website for new parents, that kids grow up better with a sibling, and not to mention how great a sister Cory would be.

Chris blushes and blinks a few times “Not that it has to be right now-“ but you simply answer him with a kiss “I would love to have another baby with you, Chris. Now or later, whenever you’re ready”

Chris’ cheeks heat up and he hides his shy smile. “I… I would love to have a second kid with you, as soon as possible. But it’s your choice”

You chuckle, even after 9 years of being together you still have your shy moments. “Cory is sleeping over at a friend’s tomorrow, so we have the house all to ourselves.”

Chris chuckles, “mm, gonna make a baby with you tomorrow”

“How romantic.”

-

Hands locked together as you both stare at the test. The two minutes seems like two hours. The suspense between the two of you, the way Chris holds your hand tightly and the comfortable silence reminds you of 5 years earlier, when you where in the same situation. You had talked about kids and before you knew it, Cory was born, and now you’re sitting here, waiting for the test result, five years later.

“How long?” Chris asks and you reach for your phone, “30 seconds” he brings your hands up to his mouth and gives yours a kiss. “If it isn’t positive, we’ll just try again. I can get my parents or one of the guys to take care of Cory.” He’s right. It wasn’t that big of a deal, why be so nervous? You could always try again. “Yeah,” you sigh “you’re right. I don’t know why I’m so nervous” you chuckle. “It’s alright. I’m nervous too.”

The timer goes off and you take a quick look at each other. Chris’ eyes are filled with love, and the second your eyes meet you can almost see the weight lift off his shoulders. Sometimes you wonder how you got so lucky.

You reach for the test, flipping it over. There it was. A clearly positive pregnancy test. You both stare at it for a few seconds, blinking before looking back at each other and bursting out in smiles. “I’m pregnant, Chris” you chuckle. He pulls you into a hug and kisses the top of your head, “I know, baby, I know.” His voice breaks and you sit there, crying out of joy.

“I love you so fucking much”

“I love you more”

[ninakuli]

Hi Nina! I hope you’re doin’ well! Whenever you get time, can you write about Rusty Nail (preferably joyride 2) and Bo Sinclair meeting their future s/o who is just like them? Not like a copy and paste but they have similar likes/dislikes/personalities/etc. Maybe Rusty meets a reader is who also a trucker? Maybe Bo meets a reader who is also into cars or likes guns? Preferably reader be afab or gender neutral (whichever works best for you!). You can also put it in whatever format you think would be best or is easiest for you. Headcanons, short fic, etc I don’t mind either way. I know this is a lot but I think you can make it work and if not that’s perfectly fine and okay! Hope you have a great day love! 🥰🖤

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Bo Sinclair x reader

Rusty nail x reader

I finally have request!!! Happy to tears😭 your request make my day more better🥺💜 and thank you hope you have a wonderful day too!

I plan to write a short fic but seem like I write to a real fic lmao, anyway hope you enjoy!!!

Special tag: @sh1n0o @12gaugefalls

Bo Sinclair:

The opportunity you can meet him first time is your car broken, of course you can fix it yourself but you don't have tool and replacement parts, so you give up and try to find a place have single or have people can ask for help.

You heard the truck sounds near, you look toward the sounds source, a truck parked beside you "Do ya need help?" A man show a kind big smile ask "Can you drive me to the nearby gas station or something like that?" "Sure, Bo run a gas station in Ambrose." "Bo? Ambrose?" "Yea, just at nearby, I can drive you over." "Okay, I really thanks a lot!" You hop on the truck and sit at the passenger seat.

"Name Y/N, thanks for the ride." "Lester and no problem." "Is this your truck right?" "Yea." "I like it a lot it's Chevrolet C Series right?" "Yea, it is!" Then whole roads you keep talking about cars with Lester.

You arrived the gas station, when you get in you found a man are dealing with a truck now "Oh! Is this Jeep Cherokee XJ 1998?" The man stop and looked up to you "Sorry, I just very love car, I need to find a guy name Bo, is that you?" "Yea, I'm Bo, wha' can I help ya?" "Oh I need a fan belt, 16 inch." "Well, 16 inch at my house..." "Oh it's okay so we go to take it?" "Wait me finish diz." "sure, you need help?" "Help? Huh I can do it myself." When he dealing with the car you both keep chatting, when you talk about like you two find out you all like cars and guns these kind of stuff, then what Bo think? He might be attract a little, and look you beautiful so he specifically add more points at you, and keep a interesting person at Ambrose not too bad right? Also it's not the first time he keep a girl beside him, he must can control all things like usual.

You at his house front door, he decided keep you at Ambrose a few days to see it's good or not "Oops 16 inch fan belt run ou' you wanna keep her' a few day?" "If you don't mind." "Of cours' I won't mind keep a interestin' beauty beside." So when you stay at here mean you have more chance to more chat and more understand each other, and you feel bad about keep staying here but don't do anything so you help do the house work sometime you will go to the gas station help Bo to fix car and Bo think you very interesting and you have so many points like him so he keep find some excuse to keep you, of course you not silly so you know these all just excuse but you can't say you didn't be attract by Bo right? Plus Lester, Vincent and Jonesy like you too, you're very helpful and kind, so gradually you and him didn't talk about the fan belt thing...

Rusty nail:

Today your plan can finished your work then tomorrow you can go home and have a real rest, you feel very boring so you use the CB like usual, want to find a guy to talk let the road not that boring "Have anybody here?" Then you heard a deep voice "Hey." "This is Y/N how to call you?" "Rusty nail." "Want to chat?" "Sure." Then you try to find a topic talk with him, you both talk many things.

"I really hate some people pranks too over then call it just a 'joke' what a asshole." "Same." "Like one time a guy say if I prepare thing to designated place then he will consider date with me, then he freaking take advantage of my affection even make fun of me, I feel so shame." "It's oka'...one time hav' a guy name Candy Cane... play trick with me..." "Seem like we all be tricked." "Yea." Both of you just keep chatting to the night, you need to rest at the motel "Hey Rusty I gonna rest at the motel so maybe see you tomorrow?" "Sure." "Okay bye." Then you parked into the motel and ask a room to rest.

Next day come you wake up early because you want to go home as fast as you can, when you open the CB you heard a familiar sounds "Y/N?...Y/N?...Is Y/N here?...Who knows where Y/N?" "Morning Rusty nail! I just prepared to go on road." You heard he chuckles "Morning." "Today I plan to go home, I'm not sure next time we can meet again or not." "Well... Then cherish now." "You're right." Another joy ride pass, another bid farewell come.

In Rusty side, he never talk with someone so long on the CB and he still want to chat with you, he find out he want to more understand you and want to spend more time with you, chatting with you make him not that boring and feel very comfortable, so he ask other people about your information, of course include your next ride date.

You check the things all prepare ready, you ride on the road then open the CB "Seem like today it's a good day, everybody good?" "Yea... Good." When you heard the voice you unconsciously smile "Oh Hi Rusty nail, good to meet you again!" "Me too Y/N." Then you start chatting again, you both keep this about few months, you both all more understand each other, then you can't deny the truth that you obsessed with Rusty and Rusty can't deny he have feeling to you too. You decide take out your brave to ask him have a lunch with you then he accept, when you go to the restaurant that you both decided he haven't come, when you start worry about you be trick again he's voice appears "Y/N?" You turn to the sounds source, a huge male in front of you "Rusty nail?" "Yea it's me." "You come! I thought I be trick again... Shall we go in?" "Sure, pretty lady first." He open the door then let you walk in first, when you walk in you thank him, then you have a lovely lunch times, you both more hang out to have meal then more closer, finally you confess your affection to him then you both together, such a perfect couple, both are trucker can work together and use CB chatting, and so many points so similar... But you never will know he's killing secret, and you didn't know he already have a 'joy ride' with the guy who tricked and make fun to you...

[nicistrying]

Sat 6th Jan

Got up nice and early this morning and had the most beautiful winter morning walk with my girl watching the sun come up as we went along! And a bonus rainbow 🌈

We saw Maggie's friend Boo (an older collie, I think he's like 9 but they love playing together, he barks for her from the other end of the field when he sees us 🥹) We also saw so many deer! They weren't too fazed by us so we got to stand and watch them from a distance before they toodled away

Then had my dress fitting which was sooo lovely and relaxed. When I went to my sister in law's fitting with her, she had gone to this fancy boutique where they made a big fuss over her and it was lovely and felt really special, but I would have hated that myself. So I went to a local seamstress instead, she had this tiny top floor studio in the middle of town that I would never have known even existed and she just said hello, told me to go get my dress on and she put her pins in then told me to take it off again. We chatted away all the time but it was such a relief to not be fussed around. She didn't ask anything about the wedding, about Matt, nothing lol literally just put her pins in, I asked if she would sew me some cups in bc ya girl needs some kind of cleavage on her wedding day and she just laughed and said that would be no problem. I am sooo happy with her tbh. I was only there for 15 minutes! Got the bus halfway home and walked the rest as I had to stop off at the pharmacy, it was nice to be out in the sunshine again. Got home and did a load of housework, took all the Christmas decorations down and put them away in the loft, and put up a couple of pictures I've been meaning to get round to. Had a snack then went upstairs to work out and got a really solid upper body session done! It felt great

Made veggie curry for dinner, now relazing in the bath. Going to read my book in bed and hopefully have a good night's sleep bc I have another busy day lined up tomorrow 😴

[elliemarchetti]

Possibilities

Inspired by this comic and @microficmay’s prompt 29. You can picture this as part of Comfort in Times of Pain’s universe if you felt sorry for Marlene but are into Wolfstar (and sapphic monster romance, if you squint) OR as the prologue of a Sirius x Marlene x Remus story (I’m starting to get into throuples and I see the potential here, so if you’re interested DM me with ideas and I will write them!)

Prompt: Thrall

Words: 708

Marlene was walking on the shores of the Great Lake with a cigarette between her lips, one of her usual walks to clear her mind after an argument with Sirius, when she felt the water behind her move unnaturally, as if something big was shifting underneath the surface. A hissing voice called out to her, and as she turned, she met a pair of yellow eyes set like precious stones in a semi-human face with greyish skin, framed by long green hair similar to algae hanging from the reef. The mermaid had a long silver tail and sharp teeth, exactly like the Care of Magical Creatures book pictured them, but her interest didn’t seem to be direct on the fresh human flesh that made up Marlene’s body, but rather on the fag from which a thin line of smoke emerged and quickly mixed with the fog extending from the water to the land.

“Does it work with your gills?” she asked, waving the cig.

“Not exactly good for your lungs either,” the mermaid replied, making her laugh. Even though her accent was a little creepy, and the Headmaster has told them to stay away from mermaids and centaurs alike, Marlene saw no harm in bagging one with a favour that cost her nothing, so she gave her a cigarette and lit it for her.

“I thought the agreements prohibited you from coming to the shores,” Marlene commented, to fill the silence, as she sat down on the stony shore.

“They heavily suggest it,” responded the mermaid, pushing most of her torso out of the water, her elbow almost touching Marlene’s exposed knee. “But I like it around here: the people are nice and there’s some kids who give me some of their scampi on Friday night if I show them my tits.”

Marlene laughed again. That’s where Peter and Carter disappeared with all that food every Friday night, then. She wondered if they realized the mermaid had no real boobs. They should’ve asked her to blow the smoke out of her gills, like she was doing now. The show was definitely more interesting than whatever they thought they were getting.

“You don’t seem to be bothered by me,” stated the creature, the corners of her thin lips slightly raised, as if the fact amused her, or made her someway happy.

“I’m used to non-humans,” she retorted, thinking of Remus and his condition, how the moon affected his mood and his energies. Even though they thought they had kept the secret perfectly, the Marauders weren’t exactly the most cautious people in the world and it took Marlene very little to connect her classmate’s absences to the lunar cycle. The fact that Lupin was a werewolf in no way changed the respect and affection she had for him: he was her friend, regardless of what had happened to him when he was a child and which was probably also the cause of the long scars that crossed his face. She heard many girls call him disfigured and lament the uneven, white tissue as a waste of beauty, but Marlene still found him handsome, one of the few things she actually agreed on with Sirius.

“Would it be rude to ask if we could be… regular?” inquired the mermaid, hopeful. “I don’t get to see many girls often and I enjoy to chat.”

“Sure,” Marlene rejoined, surprised but flattered. “Just, don’t siren me.”

“I wouldn’t,” countered the mermaid. “Thralls make terrible conversation. Furthermore, it would be a pleasure to have a human friend I could borrow magazines from. I love to look at all your pretty clothes.”

“And I’d love to hear some underwater gossips,” added Marlene. “I bet some interesting shit happens in this lake all the time and us students are blissfully unaware.”

“This time tomorrow?” asked the mermaid, and it was the first time Marlene saw one of their kind so enthusiastic. “If I bring you some pearls, would you get us some food to share?”

“You don’t have to, it’s be my treat,” replied Marlene. “And I’ll leave some cigs and my lighter for you.”

“I can’t wait!” exclaimed the mermaid before diving back into the water, waving with one of her webbed hands. “See you tomorrow!”

[jackalopescruff]

i am. a little sad :c can you tell me a good thing that happened?

Firstly im sending you a big hug if youll have it and I hope you know that tomorrows always a new day new chances and that im rooting for u!

But the other day i stayed up all night bc lifes been tough but we were playing minecraft! just my wife and some pals and it was awesome and after everyone went to bed we wanted to stay up so i cozy gamed with the wife and we had to go to the dispensary because i was out of weed that i use for eating/chron pain and it was getting tough to move w/o so we hopped in my car to go. I got there right at opening and there was a line to get in which was a first! so i got in line and noticed everyone was so friendly i was masked and quiet and everyone just idly chit-chatted and shuffled in to the waiting areas.

Thtats when the most beautiful thing started happening, the music was on some smooth psych groove rock and eveyone just kinda started chatting and soon we all were chatting! I was even getting gendered correct! someone complimented my mask, we laughed and told jokes about getting to high on accident or what not and mind you the age ranges here were like from 20's to 70's and we all were just sharing in laughtrer and joy and funny stories and then one guy announced he had been clean for 4 years that day from opiates and we all congratulated him and cheered and it was so amazing. and as people shuffled in for their meds we all shared good byes and well wishes and the original group that started there soon clustered together as we all laugh a lil more and i finally went in after the one woman sat with me and cracked jokes abt the funny guitar sounds and i told her "put some stink on it!" and she cackled and loved it and it was so pure and human and social. i said my goodbyes got my meds and the one lady was chatting to the man at my register who was cashier and she said goodbye and my cashier told her "hold on let me come give you a hug please you are amazing" and she yelled in elation going "HOWD U KNOW I NEEDED A HUG TODAY I REALLY DID" and my heart soared because all these people all these walks of life all sharing in love and joy and compassion and triumph and hardhsip and none of us knew eachother one bit.

The world is good, its really hard but its made with real good amazing people and we are all so full of love and can come back from anything because thats what makes ppl so great. People are the greatest thing to happen and i mean that

I drove home with my wife laughing and being silly and the sun was shining the sky was blue. it was 32 degrees, it was on the highway and for even only a couple of hours we got reminded of Love in all its places/

[valsnonsense]

Princess Iris of Pop

"...hi..."

Parents: Queen Poppy and King Branch

Siblings: Choco (Elder Sister), Vanilla (Elder Sister), Strawberry (Elder Sister), Apple (Elder Brother), Oran (Elder Brother), Lemon (Elder Brother), Lime (Elder Brother), Blueberry (Elder Brother), Grape (Elder Sibling)

Age: 13

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Lesbian

Genre: Pop

Voice Claim: Tori Kelly

The youngest child of Poppy and Branch. Quiet, reserved, but extremely smart, Iris is the most unique of all her siblings, in both appearance and abilities as a Troll.

Iris was born with ties to ancient magic, magic only found in The Depths. She has the ability to heal most wounds and cure many illness by channeling a magical energy through her paws. No one knows how she got this ability, but many think it's tied to her unique appearance.

Despite her rare powers, Iris is quite shy and extremely bashful about it, not liking the attention it gets her. She's often found hiding behind Branch in public, clinging to his robes as he goes about his day. Only in the presence of her family does Iris open up a bit more.

When with family, Iris shows her more open side. She's quiet sarcastic and witty like her father, and will casually roast her older siblings at the drop of a hat.

Iris is a Pop Troll through and through, and has one of the most beautiful voices of her family. She can often be found out in the gardens, singing to herself.

Iris currently resides in Trollstopia alongside her family.

Fun Facts!

- Iris' actually inherents her appearance from her great grandmother, Prism, wife of Rosiepuff. But since there are no pictures or records of her, no one is aware of this connection.

- Iris hatched on the exact same day as her cousin, Finley, son of JD. The two are very close, and can often be found sitting in the gardens, chatting away.

- Iris has an acute sense of how other Trolls are feeling. If you're hurt, either physically or emotionally, she's just able to tell. When her siblings are feeling down, she'll often just walk up to them and hug them, no words needed.

- Iris loves embroidery. Knitting, crocheting, cross-stitching, sewing, you name it. She can even weave tapestry's, and has several of her works hanging around their home.

And at long last, the last of the Broppy kids!! Iris was my favorite to design, and of all the kids she had the BIGGEST design overhaul. Originally, Iris was sort of the "indigo" Troll to match the rainbow theme I had going (naming her after the Iris flower), but I wasn't really feeling her design, so I flipped it on its head and made her a rainbow! She kept her name, now referencing the Goddess of The Rainbow in Greek Mythology.

And Iris has magic! Iris is definitely one of the "main protagonists" of the next gen if you will. She's not the only one with magic either! Her fellow magic users will be introduced soon~ and how the magic works will be explained later down the line

But I hope y'all liked the Broppy kids! The big family portrait will be posted tomorrow (it was such a pain to make why did I give them so many kids hdbdbdhdbbd)

Voice Example: Hallelujah (Tori Kelly)

[parisawr]

Fish Out of Water

John Dory x King Trollex

Word Count: 4.1k

Part 1/?

(don’t have a ship name for them yet so uh…)

King Trollex wasn’t sure if he’d ever get used to the amount of holidays that the Pop Trolls have. It’s as if there’s at least one happening every week, and each and every time, every single troll is invited. Now normally, Trollex really didn’t mind. In fact, he loved all the little -togethers he and the other trolls had. He’d attend what events that he could, write a little apology letter to Poppy if he couldn’t, and have a great time just mingling and meeting up with all the new trolls he’d meet. Unfortunately, it was around this time that he’d actually have to get some work done. Many leaders of the trolls were contemplating sending diplomats from their own kingdoms into others, himself included.

So when sparkle-covered letters began to rain down from above, King Trollex frowned. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to attend this one, especially with his growing responsibilities. But, if this little event was short enough, he’s sure that he could attend. And it would provide the added benefit of getting a break from work. As the letters float down, Trollex quickly snatches a lone one and opens it. The letter detailed the introduction of a new holiday, called Meet Someone New Day. The idea was simple enough. Every troll in the Troll Kingdom would meet up in Pop Village, receive a randomly colored piece of confetti, and then meet up with the troll that has a card of the same color.

It was a neat idea really, a little event that helped all the trolls come together and mingle with their newfound neighbors. And honestly, Trollex was all for it! While he definitely met a whole lot of cool new trolls (including a hot pink one who had an amazing DJ setup; he’d have to talk details with her about that), there were many, many more that had yet to meet, and was frankly excited to see.

He continued reading through the letter, noticed that the festival would start mid evening tomorrow, and decided that he could come up with a sort of gift between that time frame. His parents always said that he should make his first impression his best. He was also a prankster. And so after carefully tucking the letter away, he quickly swam off to see just what he could come up with.

As he made his way back to his anemone, he offered various iterations of greetings towards the trolls he passed by. All of them seemed equally as thrilled he was, excitedly chatting amongst one another or zipping around seemingly trying to get stuff done. It was good to see that his people were just as excited as he was. He’d definitely preferred it if he and his people became more familiar with the other trolls.

Once he touched home base, he quickly got to work, sifting through whatever available materials he had whilst simultaneously running potential gift ideas through his head. He didnt wanna go too big with his gift, or with the prank. Too extreme a gift and the person will think you’re weird, and too extreme a prank and they could end up hating you, or worse, injured.

As he continues to sift through his seemingly never ending stash of art supplies, he comes across an old bracelet making kit. He pauses for a moment, taking a moment to feel over the old, faded title. It brings back fond memories, back with his parents and him when they made the very hair-tie that he uses today. The thought makes him let out a content smile, and he closes his eyes as he relives those old memories. Not even a second later, though, his eyes snap open as if a lightbulb had lit up in his head.

He’ll make a set of matching electric shock friendship bracelets! It’s a simple, well thought-out gift that can signify the start of the friendship that comes with a fun prank without getting overly personal or terribly injuring the other troll. It was perfect!

He quickly gets to work, and within minutes he’s got a pair of two, beautiful rainbow colored bracelets that have the extra benefit of glowing in the dark, thanks to the natural bioluminescence of the beads used. He ponders for a moment to determine whether or not the design was too simple, but quickly brushes the thought out of his mind, made content with the idea that simple was just the way to go sometimes.

He slips one of them on, testing the shock, and finds that it’s just enough to make you jump without making you hurt due to the voltage. He carefully places the other in a simple little jewelry box and sets it down on the same table he made it with. It’s not much now, but it’ll probably mean so much more when he and his mystery troll get to know one another. He places the gift on the table, and readies himself for bed.

—

When the next day comes, he’s all but jittery from excitement. The second he wakes up, he gets himself ready, grabs his gift, and practically bursts from his anemone. He says his hello’s and good morning’s to his fellow trolls as he zips around. When it’s time for them to make their way to Pop Village, he rallies his citizens together.

As he looks them over, he sees that a smile is practically splattered in everyone’s face. Some of them even have their own gifts in hand, and that silences the lingering thoughts that had him somewhat convinced that giving a gift to a troll you’ve never met was too much.

—

The journey to Pop Village is a long one, but is by no means boring. The entire journey is filled with an air of excitement as the trolls giddily talk amongst themselves, all of them sharing in their joy and the thought of meeting someone new, and potentially making a new friend.

When they do arrive, the place is already bustling with trolls of all kinds, all of them talking enthusiastically with one another. His trolls have already dispersed amongst the rest, and so he begins making his way through the crowd. There was still some time left to kill, and so he used what little time he had left to find DJ Suki about her setup.

After a few minutes of wandering, saying his greetings to the various troll leaders as he did so, and offering whatever other trolls who looked his way a small greeting, he finally found the DJ, belatedly speaking with who Trollex assumed were a few of her friends. Her gaze meets his for a moment, leaves, then swiftly returns to him as she stops speaking mid sentence. Her gaping mouth shifts into a toothy smile as she does a light jog towards him and gives him a hug.

“King Trollex, hey! Great to see you again, man! These are my friends, Pixie and Vega!” She starts excitedly. She gestures towards each troll as she says their names. Pixie is covered head to toe in bright, golden glitter. They offer him a smile and waves excitedly at him, which he returns with his own smile and wave, which holds an equal amount of enthusiasm. Vega is a dark, purplish blue troll with wavy white hair. She offers him a small nod of her head, and he does the same.

The four of them quickly engage in conversation once introductions are over, enthusiastically talking to each other about whatever they think to talk about. Pixie is way into standup comedy, and even cracks some of her jokes throughout their talk that manage to make the king snicker. Vega is, like Suki, a DJ, and the three of them bond over their shared interest in it.

Everything is going pretty smoothly when his eyes decide to slip past Suki for just a second and land on a group of Trolls huddled up in a group. Now normally, he’d just adjust his vision back to his buddies, but this group in particular caught his eye given that Queen Poppy and her new found sister were amongst them. He hadn’t found the chance to have a proper talk with her since he’d arrived.

Not only that but it seems that there was a whole crowd murmuring excitedly to five other trolls that were with them. He recognized Branch, but not the other four. Suki must’ve caught him looking, and he shook his arm to gain his attention. He blinks, just a bit startled by the sudden touch and quickly brings his attention back to her. “You were zonin’ out there for a second, dude. You good?” She asks him, with just a hint of concern in her voice.

He spares a glance at the group again, and Suki notices. She looks over to see what he’s looking at, and giggles a bit when she notices the group below. “Oh, those guys! Well, you know Poppy and her sis.” She starts, gesturing towards the two girls who were currently gleefully talking to each other about something. She then gestures to Branch and the rest of the trolls surrounding him. Now that he was actually taking a moment to get a good look at them, Trollex notices how similar they all look. “And you also know Branch, but the rest of those guys? That’s Brozone!” She finishes excitedly.

He gives her a ‘really?’ look, and she looks back over at him confused before making an ‘oh’ face. “Right! You probably aren’t really familiar with any of our celebrities given the whole ‘living in the ocean’ thing.” She corrects herself. “Brozone was one of the most popular boy bands back in the day. But then they had, like, a HUGE falling out and we haven’t seen any of them in years. Until now!”

She starts from the left moving to the right listing them all off. Branch, whomst he already knew, Floyd, whose hair was oddly white at the roots before fading into a hot pink, Clay, whose choice of clothing was a bit austere compared to the rest of them, Bruce, who was, for some reason, wearing a tropical jacket despite them being deep in the forest, and finally John Dory who was apparently the former leader.

He’s about to ask how they broke up before trumpets loudly sound off from somewhere. Troll’s conversations stop as they hear the excited voice of Poppy ring out, accompanied by the enthusiastic thrumming of a cow bell. Trollex looks over and sees Poppy standing on a large toadstool, standing alongside her sister and her father. His face becomes puzzled as he tries to come up with some sort of explanation as to how she got up there so quickly, especially since she was standing alongside her boyfriend just a few moments ago.

“Hey, hi, and hello everyone! I’m so glad that you guys could all make it!” She exclaims, and gesturing her arms out towards the crowd. “I hope you guys are excited, because YOU are about to meet someone new in… 3,2, and…. 1!” She practically screams out the word, and the second she does, confetti comes flying down on the crowd in a rainbow colored cloud.

People let out ‘ooos’ and ‘ahhhs’ as they watch the confetti fall, and King Trollex does too. The second one of the pieces of confetti get close enough, he leaps up to catch it. It’s a vibrant purple, and he quickly scans the crowd to see if any troll got the same color as him. Of course, the momentary search ended up fruitless since the confetti was still falling and the trolls in the area were just as vibrant as the confetti itself.

He turns to look back at his group, and notices that they’ve all gotten their own pieces of confetti too. He waves them goodbye, wishes them good luck, and starts to walk off, beginning the search for the troll with the same colored paper as him.

—

Finding the troll that had the same colored confetti piece as him ended up being just as difficult as he thought it’d be. But it doesn’t curb the King’s spirit. In fact, it actually encourages him moreso to find this mystery troll. It’s almost like a little game for him, whether he’ll find them or if they find him. He spends a few minutes walking around, comparing confetti pieces with other trolls whose colors are similar to his, but luck doesn’t seem to be on his side

He’s about to saunter off somewhere else when he hears someone call after him. At first, he’s a bit confused as to whether or not that troll was calling after him specifically, since there were many, many other trolls around him still searching for their own buddy. Still though, he turns around and sees none other than John Dory running towards him whilst enthusiastically waving his hand. Pinched in between his fingers is a piece of confetti that is a nice, vibrant purple. The same color as his. King Trollex smiles, quickly takes a glance at his own piece of confetti just to be sure, and the second that he is, he begins his approach. Albeit, much more slowly.

In a matter of seconds, the trolls are face to face, stopping just a few inches away from one another. John Dory skids to a stop at Trollex’s feet, keeling over in order to catch his breath. “Wooh, boy! Sorry about that just…” he stops his sentence for a moment, taking in a deep breath. “Just give me a second.” And so the king does, muttering an ‘it’s cool’ as he waits for the former leader of Brozone to right himself.

It takes a hot minute, but once John catches his breath, he looks up at the king with bright blue eyes. “What’s good, man? You probably don’t know who I am, but—“ John Dory starts, but is interrupted when the techno troll in front of him laughs. JD gives him a puzzled look, but the king merely offers him a smile. “I know who you are, dude! Friend of mine told me a little bit about you before all this started. You’re John Dory, right? From Brozone?” Trollex inquires, raising one side of his unibrow.

John Dory stares at him, mouth agape for just a few moments, but he quickly collects himself, now seemingly beaming with a sort of pride. “Oh! I-I… I mean yeah! That’s me!” He exclaims, his face now twisted into a large, toothy smile. “John Dory, from Brozone, yes!” King Trollex laughs a bit at the troll’s enthusiasm, watching as John Dory pumps his fist in a kind of celebration. Based on the very limited information that Suki offered him, BroZone broke apart years ago. This John Dory guy probably wasn’t expecting anyone, especially a techno troll, to recognize him. If he even knew what a techno troll was.

“I’m just a bit surprised that you, uh, recognized me.” John Dory continues, nervously scratching the back of his head. “Poppy filled me in on the whole different trolls thing, so…” The end of his sentence trails off, and king Trollex nods his head in understanding. John Dory then quickly shakes his head. “But whatever, y��know? Let’s get to talkin’, yeah?” He claps his hands together. “You a walk n’ talk kind of guy or…?” John Dory asks, having already begun to move by the time he finishes asking the question. King Trollex follows him, nodding his head.

“Yeah, man! I’ll let you lead the way. I’ve really only been in Pop Village and the places surrounding it, so you can be my guide.” Trollex comments, and JD smirks. “Well, looks like you’re in luck. I happen to be a master survivalist. I know this place like I know the back of my hand.” He boasts proudly, gesturing to himself using his thumb. Trollex considers the self appointed title for a moment, taking in JD’s attire, before nodding his head. It would explain the mountain goggles, and the thick fur jacket.

John Dory then stops and sputters for a moment before quickly turning around to look at Trollex, a disappointed expression on his face. “I totally forgot to ask you, dude, but uh, what’s your name?” He inquires, slapping his face as he realizes he didn’t do the one thing you’re supposed to do when you meet somebody new. However, Trollex just laughs. “It’s cool, dude! I’m Trollex, King Trollex of the Techno Trolls.” He admits casually, and he can see John Dory visibly stiffen, glancing up at him with wide eyes as if he was a deer in headlights.

There’s a pregnant pause that lasts for about 5 seconds as John Dory comes to the realization that he was casually chatting up foreign royalty as if he would a friend, and is mentally slapping himself in the face for it. King Trollex has to hold back another giggle as JD’s mouth rapidly opens and closes as if trying to find the right words to say, failing each time. He eventually settles for a quick bow before standing up straight.

“I-I apologize your… uh… excellency. I had no idea that—“ He stutters as he begins to mutter an apology, and is promptly silenced when King Trollex holds his palm up to his face as if to say stop. John Dory looks up, confused, and is surprised to see the king laughing as if he’s heard the funniest joke. In fact, he’s laughing so hard that he has to put a hand on John’s shoulder to keep himself from keeling over.

As his laughter dies down, he pats JD’s shoulder reassuringly and takes in a deep breath. He looks at him sympathetically, trying to contain his lingering snickers as he reassures him. “Dude, it’s cool! No need to get all into the formalities, alright?” He squeezes him reassuringly on his shoulder to emphasize his point. John Dory swiftly glances at the hand before staring back up at the King, a subtle blush on his cheek. Trollex notices, and snickers again. “And there’s no need to be embarrassed either. Today is all about getting to know somebody new, and while I may be a king, today, I’m just any other troll looking to make a new friend.”

He offers JD one last slap on the shoulder before drifting off, which snaps the other troll out of his stunned silence. He hears the little pitter patter of JD’s feet as catches up with him, the other troll letting out a subtle sigh of relief. “Okay, good! Cool. For a second there, I was worried that you’d get all mad at me n’ stuff, but you’re actually pretty chill.” John Dory admits, his usually confident voice laced with just a hint of nervousness. King Trollex looks over at him and shrugs. “It's cool! You didn’t even know who I was, and if it helps any, when it’s just me and you, you can just call me Trollex, alright?” He reassures.

John Dory pauses, and then smiles before clapping his hands together with a laugh. “Okay, yeah! That works! Now, let’s get exploring!” He states excitedly, a pep in his step as he practically hops along the dirt path in front of them. “We can talk all about Brozone while we’re out here too, help you keep up with all the recent drama.”

—

The next couple of hours end up being the most fun that king Trollex has had in a while. He and John Dory basically go explore a sizable portion of the rest of the village. The whole place was practically bustling with life as trolls of all kinds were out hanging on the streets, mingling with one another.

John Dory talked about Bro Zone and nature most of the time. He told the techno troll all about how he and the rest of Brozone were brothers, and about the tours and the interviews and the photoshoots. He even surprised Trollex by popping out an old polaroid, the image showing him pictured with the rest of his siblings in various dynamic poses. When JD points who he was, Trollex lets out a breathy laugh.

“What? No way, let me take a look at this.” He jokes, gently taking the picture out of John’s hands, glancing over it. He looked so… different. Like, completely different from what he looked like now. In fact, Trollex wasn’t even sure he’d believe that the troll in the picture was John Dory if it weren’t for the fact that a), he had the picture on him, and b), the fact that he still had those same goggles in the photo on even now.

Trollex himself tells John all about home, down in the ocean. He talks about all the stories, their music, their home, their traditions and pretty much anything else about his people that he can come up with. Throughout it all, John seems pretty focused on what he’s saying, asking questions when he could and laughing at a few of the stories Trollex had to tell.

By the end of the day, the two were talking with one another as if they’d been besties for life, laughing and joking with one another as they made their way back to the main center of Pop Village, where Poppy currently stood on top of the same giant toadstool from before.

As soon as she’s sure that all the trolls are gathered together, she smiles brightly and begins her announcement. “Now THAT was fun now, wasn’t it you guys?” She asks the crowd, and she’s met with a chorus of cheers and agreement. “Great! Before you guys all go, I just wanted to thank you all for coming out tonight, and I hope that you all made a new best friend!”

If Trollex hadn’t known Poppy for as long as he had, he’d think that the festivities had ended. But fortunately, he does know Poppy, and by extension, knows that most of her little events end up with some kinda party. And as he watches her enthusiastically scream something before near deafening music starts playing, he knows that that’s his que to go.

If he could stay, he would, really! But duty calls, and his people know the way back home, so he turns around, ready to see himself out.

“Woah, where you going bud? Party just started!” He hears JD call out, and he turns around. The other troll is looking at him confused, an eyebrow raised. Trollex just offers him a sympathetic smile in response. “Yeah, I know. But, I’ve got some important things to work on. Y’know, kingly duties and whatever.” He admits. John Dory smacks himself in the face again as he’s reminded of the fact that he was talking to royalty. “Right dude, yeah, pshhh, sorry!” He screams back, which is the only way he can respond over the cacophony of music and voices. “See you later, then!”

King Trollex nods, and turns around again so that he can leave, but stops dead in his tracks as he remembers information lost crucial. The bracelet! He had completely forgotten about the bracelet. He swiftly turms around, and lets out a sigh of relief seeing that John Dory hadn’t moved too far away. Carefully, he maneuvers through the crowd and once he reaches John, taps him in the back.

The troll turns around, and is surprised when he’s met with the face of the techno troll. However, he quickly drops his surprised expression and exchanges it for one of toothy grins. “Well, looks whose back already? Guess you couldn’t stand being without me for too long, eh?” He jokes, and the king lets out a mock laugh. “Yeah, sure.” He responds sarcastically, before pulling out the gift box from behind his back. John Dory eyes with wide eyes, clearly excited.

“I just wanted to give this to you before I left. I meant to give it to you while we were talking earlier today, but I just got distracted.” He exclaims, nervously scratching the back of his head. He hands the gift off to John Dory, and watches proudly as the man opens it and smiles in delight.

“A bracelet! Haha, dude you shouldn’t have!” John Dory exclaims, examining the way the bracelet glowed in the dark before offering up his hand in the shape of a fist. King Trollex happily returns the gesture and fust bumps him. He waves goodbye, and John Dory does the same. The king can barely control his excitement as he watches John Dory slip the thing on, and he quickly disappears into the crowd so that he couldn’t be seen.

It takes everything in the king's powers to not burst out laughing when he hears the John Dory yelp.

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