#he got some slight spruce ups

[estbghost]

behold, new txt reference!

#he got some slight spruce ups #still same ol goober you all know and love #ocposting #salposting #objectum #object head #oc

[bisexualiteaa]

could you write something where cooper is talking the reader through it, but like, super sweetly and lovesick?

Talk Me Through It, Baby

Cooper Howard x Fem Reader (SMUT!! And some domestic fluff)

CW: NSFW MDNI!! Established relationship, lingerie, flirting, cursing, reader being all enticing, 🤭 p in v, unprotected sex, p0rn w/o plot, domestic Cooper, irradiated cream pie, fingering, oral, (fem receiving) praise, Cooper talking you through sex and making love to you, slight OOC Cooper, slight deviation from TV series

AN: the creative juices are flowing people! I’m loving it, thank you all to have given me asks, it has been so much fun getting to write stuff for you guys! I think i may be done posting for today and have a busy rest of the week ahead of me but keep a look out within the coming weeks for those whose asks I have not done yet! I haven’t forgotten you lovelies, I promise ❤️ hope I did your ask justice, Anon! Enjoy some smut and domestic fluff! 🥰🤠

It’s days like these that made you remember just how nice it was to live a domestic life back in the day. No worries of murderers at your doorstep, no worries about food supply running too low, radiation sickness, it was just perfect. You could bake, you could cook whatever you could get your hands on, but the best part? Was when Cooper walked through that door after a long day to see the beautiful smile that would light up your face when you would greet him. You’d come up to him, greet him with a “welcome home, honey!” Followed by a sweet, soft kiss as his hands would fall to your hips once he’d make it through the door of your home in the settlement. You wished it could be like old times, but this was the closest to that that you’d gotten and you were proud of it. You had a nice home that almost was completely patched of all holes, working appliances thanks to the electricity you got going, clean water, food and some furniture to really spruce things up.

It was the activities that transpired after dinner however that left you both the most excited for when we would be home. You smiled cheekily as you returned from the bathroom, sitting against the doorway clad in a nightgown that you had made for yourself from collected fabrics. It was soft and silky, yet slightly see through, adorned by lace cups and lace around the bottom as it flowed out yet also hugged your frame. One where it left very little to the imagination of what lay underneath. “What do you think?” You asked excitedly yet with a sensual calm tone, making Cooper look up at you with a grin. He whistled as his eyes roamed your figure, loving the way it hugged your curves just right and let your pert nipples poke through the lace. “What do I think?” He asked, standing up and walking towards you, meeting you half way as you sauntered into the room. “I think you look like a dream come true, sweet pea” he said, his hands coming to rest on your hips as yours looped around his neck with a smile. “You like it? I made it myself” You asked, knowing by the tent in his briefs and the smirk on his lips that that answer was obvious. “Oh I love it” he said genuinely, trailing his hands along the smooth, silky fabric as he looked down at you with a soft smile before pulling you in for a kiss. You hummed contentedly into it, removing his hat from his head and placing it on your own with a chuckle into the kiss. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were propositionin’ me, little lady” he said, making you grin up at him with that half lidded look of mischief and love in your eyes that he just couldn’t get enough of. “Maybe I am” you answered as your eyes flitted between his and his lips, your hands coming to rest against his chest softly, just enough touch to tease, yet enough to make him chase after you for more. “Then let’s take it for a spin, hmm?” He asked, making you giggle softly before a light gasp left your lips as he leaned down, planting sweet kisses to your neck, making your eyes flutter shut in bliss. Your arms held him tighter, pressing your chest against his as his teeth found all your weak spots, being sure to exploit them to work you up even further and hear those beautiful sounds he loves so much. “Cooper…” you sighed, your head falling back at the feeling of his rough hands running along your body, grabbing at anything he could get his hands on. Between kneading the pleasantly soft flesh of your ass, to fondling your breasts, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

“Always look so pretty for me, sugar” he said, making you smile at his heartfelt compliment as he worked at the straps of your hand-tailored nightgown. “I always do my best for you” you replied, making him chuckle. “Don’t need to, you’re perfect as is” he responded, watching as it fell off of you with ease, the fabric pooling at your feet as he kissed you. He felt your hands smooth over his shirt as his tongue invaded your mouth, tasting the gin and sweet cherries you had with dinner, making him groan. You always tasted so damn sweet, so addictive. Sugar-Bombs be damned, you were 100% of his daily value of sugar and he wouldn’t want it any other way. When he noticed you had nothing on underneath, he couldn’t help but grin. “Look at you, you’re just so damn gorgeous, what’d a bastard like me ever do to get so lucky?” he complimented, making you smile giddily at his continued compliments. “By being you, Mr. Cooper Howard. Wouldn’t want you any other way” you replied, making him give something between a groan and a chuckle as your lips came to his neck. “The bed looks awful empty, what’dya say we change that?” You asked, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bed as he chuckled. “I like the way you think, sugar” he replied, watching as you sat down on the bed before him, looking to him expectantly. “C’mon don’t be shy now, tell me what you want” he said, but rather than speak your mind, your hands spoke for you, finding their way to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it up to where he’d take it off. He chuckled. “How ‘bout these? Want these off too, sweet pea?” He asked with a grin, knowing the answer before you even shook your head yes to confirm it. “Go on, take ‘em off for me. I know you like it more when I let you do it” he said softly, bringing your dainty small hands to his belt buckle, watching and helping you undo it and the button to his pants before taking a hold of his zipper with your teeth, and bringing it down. He groaned watching you toy with him, his fingers gliding through your hair, scratching your scalp before moving down to your chin, tilting your face up to look at him. “Eyes up here, darlin’” he teased, a grin on his lips as your pretty little doe eyes squinted with your smile, completely love drunk. He watched as you placed your fingers to his hips, helping pull down his pants and briefs as you looked him in the eyes the entire time. “Good girl, so good at it you ain’t even gotta look” he said, making you bite your lip and giggle as excitement was nearly tearing you apart, but you were being good. Patience was key, he loved drawing things out with you to where you were left absolutely crazy for each other.

“Sit your pretty self back some, let me have my dessert” he said, making a pleasant tingle flow through you straight to your throbbing clit. You did as you were told, scooting back a little and resting back on your hands as you spread your legs for him. “There ya go, nice ‘n wide for me, perfect. Look at you, so pretty for me. ‘f I had film in that old camera I’d snap a picture just to keep around of this sight” he said, making you grin up at him, the look in your eyes full of need as he got down on his knees at the edge of the bed. His lips trailed searing hot kisses up along the insides of your thigh, getting closer and closer to where you needed him most before placing the most feathered light kiss to your clit. Your hips bucked up involuntarily out of need and anticipation, a moan leaving you before you whined as he lavished the other thigh with kisses. He gave an amused chuckle. “Patience sweetheart, you’re doin’ so good for me. I promise it’ll pay off” he said, trailing back up to your soaking cunt where he’d placed soft, searing kisses to your clit, making your eyes flutter shut once more and your head drop back with a moan. He groaned at your taste, at the way one of your hands rested on his bald head to tell him how good he made you feel. He looked up at you as he let his tongue lull out, running it up your slit to your clit, flicking the tip of it against your sensitive nub. You keened at the sensation, your chest rising and falling drastically with the harsh inhales and exhales of your pants and moans, a small smile turned the corners of your lips as your eyes were shut. “Cooper…” you moaned, and it was music to his ruined ears. “Taste so good sugar, I swear it’s like you’re made of it” he said, placing a playful bite to the inside of one of your gummy thighs, earning a louder, surprised yet pleased moan in response. “Fuck…” you panted, making him chuckle as one of his fingers prodded your entrance, sliding in all the way to the knuckle as his tongue flicked against your clit in a rhythm that had you bucking your hips to meet his mouth. “Feels s’ good, please..” you begged, feeling him curl his finger inside of you to rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves. He was going to be the death of you one of these days, you swore it, he was too damn good at this. He watched as you looked down at him, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight of him eating you like a man starved. He gave a wink at you as your gazes met, smirking into you as he felt you get closer and closer. “That’s the spot, ain’t it sugar? That’s it, doin’ so good for me, I know you’re close. Let go for me honey, I’ve gotchya” he said, keeping that delicious pace with his tongue and fingers rubbing that spot inside, it didn’t take long for you to do just as he asked. With a moan you came on his fingers and his tongue, a low, feral groan leaving his throat and rumbling his chest as you did. “Good girl” he praised, making you whimper as he withdrew his fingers. his mouth and chin shining with your slick and his spit. He used his fingers to wipe it off, looking you in the eyes as he sucked on his fingers to remove it, groaning at the taste as he licked his lips clean.

He climbed up on the bed over top of you, leaning down to kiss you which you graciously accepted, unbothered by the taste of you on his lips and tongue. “Ready sweetheart?” He asked, making you shake your head yes at him, enjoying how desperate you were for him. He leaned back to rub his tip through your slit, collecting your slick and mingling with the pre-cum that beaded out from it. “Don’t tease, Coop..” you begged, making him chuckle. “I know, I know, just makin’ sure I don’t hurt ya” he said, before easing his way into your tight cunt. Didn’t matter how many times you two had sex, the stretch always burned at first but subsided into nothing but absolute bliss. “Doin’ so good for me, doin’ okay sweetheart?” He asked once he was fully sheathed inside you, waiting for you to tell him when to move and making sure you weren’t in pain. You looked up at him, that smile that he swore was the brightest thing in the universe eased all his worries. “I’m good, Coop. You can move whenever you’re ready” you said, making him chuckle as he leaned down to kiss you again, starting a soft, slower pace. He didn’t want to fuck you tonight, didn’t want to have sex with you, no. He wanted to make love to you, show you how much he loves you, show you how much he worships the ground you walk on. He wanted to give you everything you ever wanted and more just to see that pretty little smile in return, it’s all he ever asked for. You both moaned into your shared kiss, his one hand holding yours by your head, fingers intertwined with each other as the other rested on your hip. Your free hand roamed along his scarred back, your head tipping back as his thrusts were deep and calculated. You shut your eyes as his lips roamed your neck, once again abusing the sensitive skin to hear your voice sing for him. “Feel so good honey, like you were made for me” he said, making you hum at the thought, you certainly liked to think so. “Maybe I- hah~ was” you said between moans, making him chuckle dryly. “Maybe you were” he said, his lips attaching to one of your breasts, his tongue laving over one of your nipples as his other hand toyed with the other between his thumb and finger. You moaned as your head fell back against the pillows, hair fanning around your head like a halo. You were ethereal, he swore it. His perfect little angel to keep him out of too much trouble, but just naughty enough to keep him on his toes.

“I love you so much, darlin’. Love everything you do for me” he said, making you smile warmly. “I love you too Cooper, and everything you do to- I mean *for* me” you said playfully, making him laugh at your witty joke, feeling the way your gummy walls hugged him tight, fluttering around his cock as he kept a good steady pace. “Felt you tighten around me, go ‘head, let go for me baby. I’m here” he said, bringing his thumb down to rub tight circles against your clit, leaving your back arching off the mattress and a wide O shaping your lips. “Fuck…Cooper, cum with me, please…inside” you said, making him groan into your neck as he buried his face there. “Anything for you sweet pea” he replied, moaning into your shoulder as you held onto him for dear life, knowing your orgasm would hit you hard. And that it did. You saw white stars flash in your vision, as your body arched up from the mattress once more, pressing yourself to him as your walls clamped down around him, milking him of everything he had to offer you as he painted your walls white. You panted as you rode out your highs, his lips coming to yours for a sweet, gentle kiss before resting his forehead against yours.

As you both lay there, basking in the after glow, he couldn’t help but get lost in your eyes. “What’s that look for, hmm?” You asked teasingly, making him chuckle. “Just that I found the love of my life” he said, so casually as if it were common knowledge, making you give him that beaming smile he loved so much. Your hand came up to cup his cheek, rubbing the irradiated skin with your thumb as you closed your eyes and pressed your forehead to his once more. “Good, because I’ve been lookin’ at mine for a few months now, wondering when you’d finally admit it” you said, making him laugh along with you as he pulled out, got you both cleaned up and hooked you up to some RadAway. “Maybe I’ll go down to the market and getchya that ring you were eyein’ last time we went” he said, making you look at him astonished. “Oh Cooper, you ain’t gotta do that! You know how many caps that’ll run you?” You asked, making him laugh. “Does it look like I care? Besides, if it’s that ridiculously expensive, no one ever said anythin’ about spendin’ the caps if the person sellin’ it ended up missin’ somehow” he said with a grin, making you grin as you kissed him, only he could make murder look so good.

#fallout x reader #fallout smut #fallout #cooper howard x you #cooper howard smut #cooper howard x reader #cooper howard #the ghoul x you #the ghoul smut #the ghoul #the ghoul x reader #asks

[aliceramblez]

BroZone Brothers With An Insecure S/O 😔💗

Tags: GN! Reader, Self-Deprecating Jokes, Low Self-Esteem, Abandonment Issues, Slight Body Insecurities. Fluff/Comfort.

A/N: Here we go with our first request! I really liked this idea as someone who has low self-esteem, and honestly it goes to all of y'all who think you're not good enough— cause you are! Also sorry it took a bit! I've been sick because the universe hates me 🙃

Feel free to leave a request & hope you enjoy! ^^

John Dory

At first, he doesn't really know what to make of it.

He finds it a bit strange, but doesn't question your odd sense of humor, and will sometimes even join in on the joke by saying stuff about himself, thinking it's some sort of inside thing between the two of you.

“Man, I can't believe I'm so clingy, sorry! Feel free to use me as a bad example, at least that way I won't be totally useless, haha!”

“Ha! You think that's bad? Babe, you haven't even seen me when I'm up at night just staring at the ceiling contemplating my life choices.”

It isn't until getting a good smack from Bruce and Floyd that he realizes you're actually being serious. And the prospect of that kinda puzzles him, not gonna lie.

“Look at you, tiger! Got yourself plenty of groupies already— Not surprising honestly. Don't have to worry about backups when you decide you're ready to move on, either!”

After a performance at the Pop Troll village, everyone is gushing over BroZone because of course they are. JD only barely manages to squeeze past the number of fans to get to you on the other side of the podium.

The oldest sibling looks at you in shock, and has to get closer to make sure he heard you right. “Babe, why would you say that?”

Caught off guard, you manage a nervous chuckle as you play with your hair. “I-I mean... Wow, would you look at the time! We gotta meet with Poppy and the others!”

John Dory stops you on your tracks and demands an explanation, which isn't really good for your poor heart. All you can do is kick the dirt and avoid his gaze, since that makes what you're about to say much easier to voice aloud.

“I mean... You're John Dory. You could date any troll you wanted and yet you're sticking with me. It honestly feels like a dream sometimes... And I'm scared of the day you realize you can do WAY better and decide to leave me.”

After processing this, he immediately holds your face in his hands and gives you the most serious expression you've ever seen on him. “I don't want just any random troll... I want you. You're my number one fan, and I'm yours, so don't even think about stuff like that, okay?”

After the exchange, he's always on the lookout for whenever your bad habit wants to kick in again and is ready to stop it ASAP

Spruce/Bruce

He notices it happens mostly when you're working at the cantina.

Whenever you get an order wrong, trip over your own feet or don't remember how to work one of the machines properly, you'll go into an awkward insecure flight response.

You'll say “Oops! Sorry! Clumsy Twinkle Toes, coming through!” while grinning and laughing along with the customers, but Bruce knows that it's affecting you more than you lead on.

It also happens whenever BroZone is getting ready to perform and you don't know what to do with yourself since you're “standing in the way”, despite being told multiple times that it's okay for you to be backstage with everyone else.

When he talks to you about it, you get really uncomfortable and just say that it's no big deal and that you can handle it.

“I've always been a clumsy person, so I guess that's always making me doubt myself over the smallest of things... Sorry if it's annoying.”

Bruce will then proceed to give you a huge warm hug and a kiss on the forehead as he whispers comforting words into your ear.

“Hey, I can be clumsy too! I've always been the worst out of everyone when it comes to choreography. Don't tell JD though, cause I know he'll throw a fit knowing I don't practice.”

He'll throw in other examples that may seem inconsequential to you, but you appreciate the effort nonetheless and smile and giggle through the embarrassing stories he shares.

He helps you get more confident by being there with you while taking orders at the cantina and praising you whenever you get something right— albeit in private as to not embarrass you.

Same goes with rehearsals, where he WILL drag you into the lounge area to hang with his brothers and/or Poppy and Viva when they decide to visit, too.

Overall he wants what's best for you and will try and push you out of your comfort zone, but only in a safe environment where he knows that if something does go wrong, it won't be as catastrophic as you make it out to be in your head.

You never stop thanking him for being your crutch during these times.

Clay

The moment he hears the words come out of your mouth he's completely flabbergasted.

First of all, who said those things to you? Because he swears he just wants to talk to them—

It's at a sleepover with his brothers and the gals at the Bergen Golf Course, and among the many games, snacks and movies watched, pictures are also taken.

As soon as you take a look at the array of selfies, you let out what sounds like a mix between a laugh and a sigh.

“I mean, at least it stays consistent— in photos, I look ugly. And in real life, I'm also ugly!”

As soon as those words leave your lips, Clay is at your side with an almost unreadable expression, only to snatch one of the photos from your hands. “How DARE you say that about the most attractive troll I've ever met? Shame on you!”

He then starts going around the room waving the picture around to his brothers, saying stuff like “Look how attractive my S/O is! I'm dating them!” while you're just blushing profusely and begging him to stop (even though deep down your kinda giddy about it).

After that day, Clay will do small gestures in which he reminds you how beautiful he thinks you are. Everything to outright saying it each morning, joking about it with his brothers, and even bragging about you to his friends in the Bergen Golf Course.

He's a simp and he's totally okay with that because it's you.

Clay feels like he's the luckiest troll in the world for being able to snatch someone like you since he's “the most boring and uninteresting of the bunch”, so he feels like he's hit the jackpot.

You immediately tell him that he's not boring to you and that he's the best boyfriend ever, which only causes him to smirk.

“Doesn't feel good to know the person you love feels so bad about themselves, does it?”

Finally realizing his reverse psychology, you give in with a laugh. “No, it doesn't. I guess... We can both work on that? Together?”

And so you do, and end up helping each other whenever one is feeling down in the dumps, as a sort of personal cheerleader. You truly couldn't have asked for someone better.

Floyd

You're the kind of person who's very vocal about your interests.

So it's no surprise that you have to catch yourself mid-ramble whenever you're talking about something you're either interested in or knowledgeable about. And with Floyd being such a good listener, it honestly slips your mind more times than you'd prefer.

After realizing you've been talking for too long, you turn pink in the face and start apologizing profusely.

“Sorry! You probably didn't need to hear all of that. They didn't call me ‘Chatter Box’ when I was younger for nothing! Haha...”

But Floyd could care less about any of that. He loves hearing you talk, not just because he's not much of a chatty person, but because he just finds it incredibly endearing.

He'll hold your hands in his own and give you the softest smile ever that just makes you think that it should be illegal to be THIS sweet.

“You're just so cute when you get lost in the moment like that. Besides, I love seeing you happy. By all means, I'm glad you get to do the talking for the both of us, otherwise we wouldn't get anywhere in this relationship.”

You laugh at his attempt to make you feel better and melt under the touch of his lips on your cheek.

After that, whenever you go out either just the two of you or with your group of friends, Floyd will encourage you to express yourself. He does this by either asking you a question directly or subtly incorporating you into the conversation by saying something like. “I think (y/n) knows about this kinda stuff. Don't you, love?”

Obviously this all happens with your consent beforehand, since he doesn't want to put you in a tight spot, either.

Either way, he always values whatever you have to say, since you always bring in new perspectives that maybe others didn't think about before.

He will also encourage you to be yourself and not try and match your topics of conversation with things you think other people will find interesting. You deserve to be happy by sharing what you love with the world.

Poppy and Viva are huge helps in the art of feeling confident by speaking your mind, and Floyd couldn't be happier for you.

You thank him by telling him about your day each night, in which sometimes he'll fall asleep to the soothing sound of your voice, which only warms your heart on so many levels.

“Goodnight, my prince.”

“Goodnight, my little chatter box.”

Branch

Just like Clay, this man is ready to throw hands.

Just give him a name and he'll get the job done before sunrise—

He notices that sometimes you struggle with finding outfits for different occasions, either something casual, dressy, classy, etc.

But it's not because you don't have anything in your wardrobe, on the contrary it's pretty much brimming. It's more the fact that you're not satisfied with any of them because you feel like you don't look good in them.

Branch tries to convince you otherwise, saying that you look great no matter what you wear, but you can't help but feel self-conscious in anything that isn't a good old sweatshirt.

He isn't knowledgeable in fashion (clearly) so he enlists the help of Poppy and The Snack Pack to try and cater outfits to your exact measurements, along with any other nitpicks you've had in the past with either texture or material.

I mean, Branch has backup plans to his backup plans, you think he wouldn't keep notes on what kind of stuff his S/O doesn't like— INCLUDING mundane stuff like their clothing?

He surprises you with these, and you can't help but feel attractive in them since he paid extra attending to the complaints you had from your own designs.

“I personally think you look great no matter what you wear. But if you feel so strongly about it, might as well get some stuff you'll actually enjoy wearing.” He'd said when you asked why he did it, and your heart just melted.

You vow to try and work on your self-imagine regardless, which he gets happy over and says he can't wait for you to see yourself the way he does.

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls x reader #trolls branch #trolls spruce #trolls john dory #trolls clay #trolls floyd #branch x reader #spruce x reader #clay x reader #john dory x reader #floyd x reader #headcanons #dating scenarios

[serene-sun]

Pairing: nameless ghouls x gn reader

Summary: really just a self insert because I need some ghoul fluff, but who doesn’t? Nothing specific, kinda covered everything lol.

Warning: slight depressing episode w/ comfort? Small ed if you squint very very hard

“May we come in?” A few of your favorite voices asked softly from behind the spruce door ahead of the dark room.

You lurk under the fluffy safety of many blankets and pillows, accompanying by some special stuffies papa and the ghouls picked out for you.

You groan, not really wanting the few ghouls to come in, but neither wanting them to leave. But these ghouls understand you in ways others couldn’t.

When things got to loud, and your chest started to squeeze, when your lungs burned for more air, the ghoulettes were there to calm you down. Patting your back, rubbing circles and occasionally using their sharp but dull nails to scratch it soothingly.

It was times when there were simply too many people in the room that the air got thick and it felt like everyone was staring directly at you, judging, laughing, and mocking as people stared. Although nobody really was, your throat closed and it was hard to speak, usually just mumbles and whimpers leaving as you felt limp at the embarrassment of just existing in public. But of course, aether and mountain were always there to block out the crowd of people, their eyes, and the echoing noise they emitted.

Rain had always sensed your unwell mood when you “forgot” to eat again, breakfast lunch and dinner was just a waste of time and patients you didn’t have.

“Maybe just try to eat these?” He would always bring you a small glass of water, or your favorite juice, with a small pack of crackers or a little treat the siblings made for holidays. Rain knew it was hard, not everything was easy as it is said, nevertheless the ghouls themselves have these times too.

Dewdrop and Swiss were a little energetic but they helped so much. Their moods in general and the way they talked but brought you peace. Dewdrops warmth would send you asleep fast. Dozing off into his arms, most of the time on accident. And Swiss was just Swiss, his humor, laugh and smile was enough to cheer you up in seconds. You loved racking your fingers through dews longs flowing hair, and when Swiss would accompany you. You would play with his dark curls and trace over his hands.

So knowing that either way the ghouls could sense your unsettling feelings or not, they would always be knocking on the door for some sort of cat like activity.

When the door slowly creaks open, a small candle light blinds you as you realize how dark your cold cavern of a room is. Judging by dewdrops shiver and even mountain disapproving of the dark room, they came closer to your bed.

For a moment you thought they couldn’t see your immobile form under so many blankets and pillows.

Cirrus and cumulus huff, crossing their arms, looking at the mirror and window covered with thin sheets.

“Darling…why didn’t you tell us you were going through it again? Speak to us.” She sighs, coming to sit on the bed. Patting your thigh through the layers she adds, “alright, let’s make a deal.”

You peak at the ghoulette from under the dark navy’s blue comforter in a bargain.

“Cumulus and I draw you a nice warm bath while the others get you a real meal, glass of cold water and some refreshing tea. Then, we cuddle until papa scolds us for being lazy cats!” She says, playfully hitting your leg, signaling for your answer.

“I’m sorry.” You apologize, voice so dry and faded from keeping quiet all night and day.

“Oh dear, don’t even think about apologizing.” Aether says, cupping your cheek as you sit up.

The other ghouls nod and agree, they step out as the ghoulettes enter the bathroom connected to your, still dark, room.

You can feel that the ghouls know what’s bothering you, but still, they will ask.

“My dear, your so beautiful and kind. Your not a burden and don’t even think about comparing yourself to anyone.” Cumulus tells you, a soft smile against your cheek as she hugs you close, combing out the little tangles in your soaked hair in the bath.

It’s like they can read your mind, because she doesn’t bother to ask the questions she has the answer too.

“Who cares what those bastards think or say.” Cirrus puffs, laying out your favorite (Aether’s) sweatshirt and a pair of (dewdrops) fuzzy socks since he gets so cold easily.

You close your eyes, falling deeper into the warm herbal bath as you peak through the door to see mountain fixing the bed. Ridding of any dirty clothes and fixing new sheets and pillow cases.

As you leave the bathroom, cozy in what is definitely your own clothing, you are surprised to see the ghouls had actually gotten you a full meal that’s not a few grapes or a small glass of water and mint gum.

You feel so very fortunate to have such companions and understood how hard it was for you to do certain things. Looking at the small bit medium sized bowl of your favorite soup, you looked back up at the happy twitching ghouls waiting for your judgment.

“Thank you” you blurt, a sniffle as you try not to feel any major feeling at the moment.

After a few bites, you crawl into the newly fixed bed, the ghouls instantly swarming you with hugs and kisses.

Dewdrop has already turn the heated blanket onto high. Swiss had already fallen asleep into your chest. Aether and mountain purring into your warming form as rain playing with the fur on dewdrops tail, drifting off at the positive emotions coming from the snuffle pile. You felt yourself drifting off as the warm meal settles inside your stomach warming you from the inside out, not to mention the ghoulettes curled, braiding and messing with your washed hair.

It was nice to have the cold anxiety replaced with warm open hearted love and understanding. Although it foggy from being so sleepy, you think papa slipped in the cracked door to see why the ministry was so unusually quiet. All you can remember is a sweet smile and a small chuckle in Italian before closing the door softly.

*A/N

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[lilith-little-world]

Could you please write some domestic headcanons for reader and wukong? Love your story btw^^ (or more like the concept lol)

Awww thank you, I wanted to do a slight twist to the isekai trope that explains how the reader got transported to another world. Although, the reader is far from the only one. She just happens to survive the transmigration... Kind of. I'm honestly kind of excited to start writing the first chapter soon. It's going to be one hell of a ride.

Now to those domestic headcanons, hope there are no spelling errors, I manage to break my Grammarly keyboard every single time I write something-

(Don't you dare judge the quality I was rushing through so badly then I realized I forgot how to fucking draw. I'm going to post some art here, it's going to be meh quality just until I get used to drawing again.)

- At first, it took a good while for you guys to settle down in one place. With you enjoying the urban lifestyle. Since it made visiting shops, friends, and just having a fun day out way easier. Wukong prefers to be isolated, his only interactions being mostly with Mk and you. However, after Wukong complains for the 100th time, you move to Flower Fruit Mountain under the condition he takes you out every few days into the city and that your friends can come and visit every once in a while.

- Surprisingly, he tries to renovate and spruce things up. House feeling a little small? Want a room for your things specifically? He and his clones will start making preparations (Also maybe ask Mk and the gang for help on what exactly to do and if he's desperate enough, he'll ask DBK for some advice.) Slowly but surely, the once small hut becomes more home-like. Then when you're both satisfied, he'll move on making the pathway to the house to the entrance of the waterfall. Cleaning up any debris or rumble of pillars and crumbling murals of the past. It was by your constant nagging that he restores it, getting rid of vines and moss.

- Other than wandering around or chilling at the house you literally have nothing to do. As much as it was a nice thought of spending most of the day doing your hobby, you physically don't have enough willpower to do it every day. One day while laying around, you noticed how dusty and unorganized the house truly was. So that is how you got stuck with cleaning and keeping things organized. Yet that didn't stop there, you noticed small things like a creaky loose floorboard. That you managed to fix after searching for how to on your phone. The sink isn't draining properly, drain cleaner is already on the need-to-buy list. The problem still not solve, time to put in some elbow grease and hope you won't get too dirty.

- However, you're definitely not touching his little hoard that he has been collecting over the centuries. The last thing you want is to release some ancient curse or break something that was once important.

- He can't cook, don't even try to make him, you don't want another fire, so get that cookbook open and pray you made something edible. Over the months you had gotten better, but there's much to improve. Yet, complete failure or not, Wukong still tries it out since he is immortal, it won't kill him, and the last thing he wants is for you to get seriously sick from food poisoning. If the food was not edible, then he's either going to get takeout or you both are going out to eat, give him a few minutes to throw up the abomination you created out his stomach.

- It's only fair that he washes the dishes. You make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, it's the least he can do. (That's if he still suffers from food poisoning, it's your turn to wash the dishes.) He picks up around the kitchen, any produce you left out back in the fridge. Spices in the cupboard in their usual spots. He knows you do a lot around the house, so it's now his turn to help.

- There's one chore you both do together, it's washing and putting the clothes away. You separate the clothing in their respective pile, while Wukong loads the washer. Whoever hears the washer finishes, loads the dryer, (cough you cough). Then when the loads are done, you guys come together and fold the clothes. While watching tv to pass the time. Although Wukong likes to make a big scene whenever he grabs your underwear or bra, it was only natural that you do the same with his boxers. You guys now know each other's undergarments and clothes sizes after that. Well, it makes shopping easier.

- Wukong kept his word and takes you to the city, and if you want a vacation away from the mountain. He got a temple ready to stay at and landmarks to show you. Over the years, he saw many things and wants to show you all of them. He never liked big crowds, so going to festivals was never his thing until he finds out you enjoy it. Well, looks like he's hanging out with the gang in the city, yaaay... Just make sure you're beside him for a good portion of the time there.

- He was a little hesitant about inviting the gang to the house, but he couldn't say no to both the student that he considers like his own son, Mk and his darling lover, the love of his life, you. In all honestly, Mk and you had already planned a day to bring the group over, and you guys decided to tell him last minute. Even though he would like a heads up, so he can reject the idea, strangely the simian doesn't mind. He had nearly forgotten that the mountain could feel so... warm and lively.

- Just be warned now that he has you beside him 24/7, this touch-starved monkey will be cuddling and kissing you, the first chance he gets. Don't fall for his tricks, he's a sneaky one.

- You made a small habit to groom his fur. Running your fingers through, him relaxing within your hold. If there's a comb or brush, you will get out any tangles or knots. His fur is now soft and fluffy and he is ready for pets and cuddles. You like to spoil him once in while.

- You guys hardly argue or fight, there was a time you even feared that the honeymoon phase will be over and then reality will hit. Yet it hasn't, maybe because Wukong is actually trying to be a better person so he can stay by your side. Also, he saw you angry once and he will do anything not to get on your bad side... again. Wukong tries to get your thoughts first and asks for people's advice, though he still has trouble speaking his ideas or thoughts. Being alone for centuries will do a lot of damage to a person’s psyche.

- So things are pretty peaceful, Wukong is opening up more and you managed to have a happy life despite the odds being against you. Now it's time to answer the question, will you become immortal and join Wukong for eternity, or prolonged/have your regular human lifespan? Sadly, Wukong wouldn't be able to handle your death. It will take all of his last remaining time to ever move on...

Wait a minute-

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[vilevenom]

Hello hello! Thank you for your prompt @bitterbunny07!

Alright, I am going to preempt this once again by stating that I do not head canon the trolls as actually caring about gender or gender presentation.

However, I am always happy to fill prompts with these sort of requests.

This...got away from me. A lot.

It is a whole lot longer, a touch more angsty, and more of an overall coming out story for JD than just supportive brother fluff. Sorry ^^; I hope you enjoy it anyway!

P.S - I had a hard time figuring out a good spot in the canon timeline for this, so it starts pre-brozone, and finishes post band together.

P.P.S-There is a name and pronoun shift for John Dory like, a third of the way through this, so hopefully it's not confusing!

John Dory spun slightly back and forth in front of the mirror, the skirt he had pulled from his mother's closet swaying delicately around his legs. He smiled mildly at the reflection of the skirt as it swirled around his legs, enjoying the sensation of the folds brushing against his fur. He did not, however, dare bring his eyes up past his waist line, as the open vest he wore somewhat ruined the image he would prefer to be looking at.

"JD?"

John jumped, scrambling to try and find something, /anything/ to hide the skirt around his waist. He managed to grab the blanket from the end of his parents bed, draping it around his shoulders like a cape and cowering slightly below it to hide, just as Spruce walked through the door.

"Hey, JD, Mom said…" Spruce trailed off at finding his brother half hidden under a blanket, his shoulders hunched and a slight look of panic on his face. "Uh…what's up?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N-nothing," John stuttered out, cowering back as Spruce stalked forward. An eleven year old should not be so intimidating.

"What're you hiding?" Spruce hissed, grabbing for the blanket as John turned to try and flee around the corner of his parents bed. He failed in his attempt, letting out a sound of distress as Spruce yanked the blanket away. John kept his shoulders hunched and his back to his brother as he heard Bruce make a noise of surprise behind him.

"Is that one of mom's skirts?"

"So what if it is?" John growled defensively, wrapping his arms around himself. There was a long moment of silence after that, which made John nervous. He slowly turned his head to find Spruce with a look of consideration on his face.

"You know, Mom is gonna be mad if you do anything to that skirt. I think it's one of her favorites," Spruce stated finally, planting his hands on his hips.

"You don't…find it weird?" John asked haltingly, fully turning towards his younger brother.

Spruce shrugged. "If that's what you want to wear, why should I care? As long as you don't get me in trouble with you for stealing mom's clothes."

John let out a relieved breath, a half smile forming on his face. "Thank you, Spruce. But, just to be safe, promise you won't tell anyone else? This is, well…it's kind of embarrassing, y'know?"

Spruce scrunched up his nose slightly, tilting his head in confusion. "Why would it be embarrassing? It's just clothes."

John chuckled dryly, folding the blanket back up and setting it back on the bed where it had been. "You'll understand when you're older."

"You're only two years older than me, John Dory," Spruce snipped, crossing his arms, "Tell me."

John rolled his eyes as he slipped the skirt off and replaced it in the closet, before pulling his shorts back on. "Because some trolls find it weird when boy trolls wear girl clothes. And vise versa. I'm a boy, I shouldn't like girls clothes."

"That's dumb," Spruce snorted with a wave of his hand, "Clothes are just scraps of fabric we put on our bodies to decorate them. Why does it matter if the bottoms are a solid piece of fabric, or have legs sewn into them?"

John stared at his younger brother for a long moment before letting out a snort of laughter. "That is way too grown up of a sentence to have come out of your mouth."

"It's true, and you know it."

"I'm not arguing that," John held his hands up in surrender, "I'm just surprised."

"Yeah, well. Mom said you have to come help with dinner."

~

John scowled at himself in the mirror. He had picked the outfits for BroZone out himself, but that didn't mean he enjoyed wearing them. The stupid white shorts felt constricting, and the puffer vest made him sweat in all the wrong places. But it gave them an image. The perfect image.

"Hey, John, we've got another five before we need to head to the studio," Spruce's voice filtered in through the door just before his brother walked through it. He paused at seeing the grumpy look on John Dory's face, letting out a breath. He knew that look, and he knew it well. "Remember, you picked these stupid getups."

John groaned, tossing his head back. "I know," he grumped, turning to face Spruce with a scowl, "It is a decision I regret every day."

Spruce chuckled, shutting his brothers bedroom door behind himself. He, so far, was the only one of the five brothers who knew about John's predilection towards girls clothes. "We can always stop, you know. We can stop, and you can wear whatever you want, and we can just be normal."

"Not being normal keeps us safe," John growled, grabbing his goggles from his bed and putting them on. "Being the perfect boy band makes sure we keep everyone else in the tree happy, and /us/ off the trollstice menu. Remember, a happy troll-"

"-is a tasty troll. Yeah, hard to forget that little bit of rhetoric," Spruce grumbled, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back against the door.

"Exactly. So we all need to match. We all need to be boys, and-" John began, stopping short as Spruce suddenly stood straight up and took a step towards him.

"What do you mean 'we all need to be boys? John?"

John let his shoulders slump, groaning at how damnably perceptive his brother was. He knew he couldn't lie to Spruce. He'd just pester him until he finally caved. "I…I may not always feel like a boy? Well, almost never, actually. I hate wearing pants, and my voice is too low, and I don't-" he choked on his words, glancing up at Spruce who nodded encouragingly at him, "I don't like the name John."

"Oh," Spruce breathed, surprise blatant on his face. "Well…what would you prefer to be called, then?"

John shrugged, scratching absently at his cheek. "I don't know. Something similar to my name, so it's not hard for people to remember? Or switch. Not that that'll ever happen."

"Hey, now. We won't be a boy band forever."

"We'll be a boy band as long as it keeps us safe," John hissed, frowning at Spruce, "I can live with the discomfort if it keeps us /alive/."

Spruce let out a breath, his shoulders slumping. They were silent for a moment, before he tentatively said, "What about Jane?"

"Jane?"

"Yeah, as your new name. Jane Dory. It sounds kinda cute."

A slow smile curled John's lips, before she gave a little nod. "I like it. But, let's just keep it between us for now, yeah?"

"Of course. Now, we've gotta go or we're going to be late."

~

Jane had been so excited to find her brothers. She'd expected Branch to give her the cold shoulder, since he'd barely been over the age of four when she left. Clay and her had never really gotten on very well, so that was also somewhat expected. But Spruce? They may have parted on poor terms, but she'd thought at least he would've understood the pressure she'd been under. The reason she finally had to leave the tree. It was especially hurtful when he'd stated his preferred name of "Bruce", and then proceeded to called her "John".

Though, if she gave it a moment of thought, she supposed she never did tell him it was okay to call her that outside closed doors. And she was wearing her traveling clothes of a vest and shorts. She supposed that wasn't really very traditionally feminine. Perhaps, when everything was said and done, she could talk to her brothers about her preferred pronouns and name. After all, everyone she'd met after BroZone knew her as Jane. So should her brothers.

So, it came as a bit of a shock when, after they'd rescued Floyd and they were on their way back to Pop Village in Rhonda, that her second youngest brother had pulled her into a hug and said, "I'm so glad you came back, Jane."

"I couldn't leave you," she'd quickly said first, hugging her brother back as tightly as she dared in his delicate state. "But, uhm…did you just call me Jane?"

Floyd pulled back from the hug, looking a little sheepish. "Oh. Did you change your name again? Sorry. The last time I saw you, that's what you preferred, so I assumed…"

"No, no," Jane shook her head, rubbing Floyd's arm in what she hoped was a comforting gesture, "It's just…I never told you that. How did you know? I thought only Sp-Bruce knew."

"I mean, technically," Floyd said with a light laugh, "But I overheard you two, once. I've just kept it in the back of my mind since then. Is it still your preferred name?"

Jane smiled warmly at her brother, giving a little nod. "Yeah. Jane Dory, so you can still call me JD."

"John Dory!" Clay's voice made the two on the couch jump, Jane hurrying to look to her middle brother, even as Floyd frowned in concern.

"Yeah? What is it, Clay?"

"Viva wanted to know if you can give us a ride back to the golf course after we drop everyone else at Pop Village. She wants to get back so she can start prepping the putt putt trolls to reintegrate into troll society," Clay said, popping his hip and crossing his arms, looking like he expected to have to fight with Jane about a ride.

"Yeah, sure. I can do that," Jane said with a small nod, earning a mild look of surprise from Clay. "Rhonda will need a little bit of a rest after all this, though. Do you mind if we head there after a day or so?"

Clay sniffed, turning his head to glance back at Viva, who was excitedly chatting with Poppy as the two flipped through a scrapbook. "Yeah, I think that'll be fine," he hummed, giving Jane a little nod before wandering back towards the front of the armadillo bus, where Bruce was sat in the drivers seat with Tiny Diamond napping on him.

"You should tell them," Floyd murmured, bringing Janes attention back to him.

"I will," Jane said with a bit of a strained smile, "Soon. I just gotta figure out the right time."

~

There was no 'right time'.

Once they'd arrived back to Pop Village, it was a flurry of activity. Between getting Floyd settled into Branch's bunker, getting Rhonda prepped to head back to the golf course, and the general craziness of the pop trolls realizing that BroZone was back together and in the village, she had no time. She even tried to dodge several star struck trolls who somehow managed to bring old BroZone records from the troll tree and wanted her to sign them. She hadn't used her old signature for "John Dory" in such a long time, she resorted to just signing the albums with "JD".

She was incredibly happy to climb into Rhonda with Clay and Viva when they were ready to head out. The sheer amount of misgendering and how frequently she had to try and remember to respond to "John" were slowly grinding down on her last shred of sanity.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand!" Clay declared as Jane settled herself in the drivers seat.

"Yeah! I can't wait to get back and let everyone know that Pop Village is safe and that we can move back," Viva tittered, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"Yeah! It's gonna be great. How long do you think it'll take, John?" Clay asked, unaware of how his sisters eye twitched as she stared out the front window.

"Not too long!" Jane said, forcing a chipper tone, "If we hustle, I don't think it'll take longer than a day." Hopefully no longer. She'd temporarily forgotten that this trip would still make her want to scream into a pillow.

"Fantastimazing!" Viva chirped, bounding over to hug Jane, "Thanks again for the ride, JD! Super appreciate it!"

"Anytime," Jane said with a smile, patting Viva's arm before she bound off to to the back of the bus to look at Branch's clue board. Jane reached out and snagged Clay's wrist as he was about to follow Viva, earning a frown and a raised eyebrow from the other. "Can I talk to you about something real quick?"

Clay sucked his teeth for a moment before giving a short nod. "Yeah, okay." He tugged his wrist free from Jane's grip and folded his arms over his chest, tilting his chin to show he was listening. "What is it?"

Jane let out a nervous little laugh, moving her hands to tap idly on Rhonda's steering wheel. She would've preferred to have all of her brothers in one place to talk to them, but given that it was really only Branch and Clay who didn't know about her, she supposed it was now or never. Or suffer through the trip wanting to break something because Clay would keep calling her "John".

"Okay. I know this might end up being awkward for you, since you're stuck with me until we get to the golf course, but," Jane took a deep breath, keeping her gaze steady on the road so she wouldn't have to see Clay's reaction, "Can you please call me Jane? I changed my name a while ago."

There was silence. It reminded Jane of when she'd first old Bruce, but this time she was dealing with a snarky thirty-something middle brother, instead of her supportive eleven year old brother in arms. Her grip tightened on the steering wheel as the silence stretched on, until finally she heard Clay curse loudly. She jumped, finally looking to her brother with a wide eyed stare.

"You've been letting us misgender you this whole time?!" Clay snapped, scowling at Jane. "For the love of all that is trolly, you should've said something." He huffed a breath, turning his head slightly. "Viva! JD's been letting us call him the wrong freaking name this whole time!"

"WHAT?!"

Clay blinked, and looked back to Jane, suddenly looking contrite. "Wait, is JD bad, too?"

Jane snorted quietly, letting the tension bleed out of her. "No, that's fine. I also go by Jane Dory. I wanted something easy for people to transition to."

Clay gave a little nod as Viva appeared beside him. "What are we supposed to call you?"

"Jane, or JD, if you don't mind. And, uhm, I go by she/her," Jane said, her cheeks flushing slightly as Viva bounced on her toes and Clay gave her a thoughtful look.

"Gotcha," Viva shot him finger guns before heading back to the back of the bus once again.

"How long?"

Jane blinked, tilting her head slightly at Clay. "For what?"

"How long have you gone by Jane?"

Jane let out a breath, her shoulders slumping. "Truthfully? Since I was Fifteen or sixteen. But I've known how I felt since I was thirteen. Bruce knew."

"But he kept calling you 'John', too," Clay said with a slight frown.

"Yeah. I never told him he could call me Jane in public. I don't know if he's really that pissed at me, he forgot, or he was keeping a secret for me that he didn't need to anymore. I haven't had the chance to talk to him," Jane said with a shrug. "Oh, and apparently Floyd overheard me talking to Bruce once time about it, so I guess he knows, too. I just need to tell Branch. Then the whole of Pop Village, I guess." She groaned, rubbing at her face and leaning back in the drivers seat. "Coming out twice over is annoying." Clay let out a light laugh next to her, making Jane startle and blink owlishly at her brother. "What's funny?"

Clay shrugged, tucking his thumbs under the straps of his romper. "Nothing, I guess. I just don't remember that last time I saw you react so calmly to something so stressful. It's kind of nice, if I'm being honest."

"It's not stressful, really. Just annoying. I'm perfectly happy with who I am. I know I don't look really effeminate right now, but I do have half a wardrobe of dresses and stuff in here," Jane said with a half smile, gesturing with her thumb over her shoulder.

"I believe it," Clay said with a little nod. He paused for a moment, making a thoughtful sound before he spoke again. "Is that why you were so obsessed with being perfect, and kept being so overbearing?"

Jane let out a breath, looking back to the road. She knew this conversation was coming. "Thinking back on it, probably. I wanted to keep up the appearance of who everyone wanted me to be. And there was the added pressure of the band needing to stay in the limelight and be popular so we'd be safe from being eaten. We made the other trolls happy, and a happy troll was a tasty troll. If we got eaten, it'd be bad for trollstice. So I did my best to be the boy band 'leader'. And that did seep into how I treated all of you, I realize that. I put you all into boxes because I had to be in a box. And I want you to know, I am sorry for that."

Clay nodded, reaching out to pat Jane's shoulder. "Thanks. I appreciate it." He paused, a slow grin settling on his face, "So, does that mean we have to come up with a new band name if we do a reunion tour?"

Jane snorted a laugh, swatting at Clay. "The band name can't change! It's got household appeal!"

~

The round trip back to Pop Village was three days total. Clay had bid her farewell after finally granting Jane the hug she had wanted when they'd first found him. Viva had sent her off with no less then three braids weaved into her hair. It was nice to know she had two more trolls in her corner, should anything happen in regards to her conversations with Bruce and Branch.

As Rhonda rolled up to the village, Jane contemplated her wardrobe. She riffled through everything, before pulling out her favorite dress. It was, in her opinion, a cute brown overall dress with a large pocket on the front, adorned with a red capped mushroom patch. She also swapped her goggles out for green head band, tied with a bow. She hummed as she fiddled with the bow in the mirror, suddenly much more nervous to arrive. It was an outfit she'd worn many times, in many places, and she loved it. But, that didn't stop her heart from racing at the thought of stepping out of Rhonda in it. She hadn't lied to Clay about finding the whole thing more annoying than anything, and that she was happy with who she was. But the thought of how Branch might react had her stomach in knots.

"You can do this," she said to herself in the mirror, "Clay, Floyd and Viva are all on your side. If things go south, you can always go back to the golf course. It'll be fine." She took a deep breath and turned towards the door as Rhonda came to a stop.

~

The elevator ride into Branch's bunker felt like an eternity. Jane fidgeted with the hem of her dress as she descended, suddenly wishing she'd stuck to her traveling clothes for this conversation. She was going to be underground with her brothers, with no way to immediately escape if anything happened. Which, she very much doubted, especially with Floyd there as well, but still. She felt her heart jump into her throat as the elevator finally came to a stop. Her brothers were sat at Branch's kitchen table, just across the room from the elevator platform. All three looked up as it came to a stop. Floyd offered an encouraging smile, while Branch and Bruce both looked flabbergasted.

"Uh, hey," Jane said with a little wave, "I just got back from dropping off Clay and Viva."

Thick silenced reined as Branch and Bruce continued to stare while Floyd's expression morphed into uncomfortable and Jane contemplated switching the elevator to take her back up to the surface.

"What are you wearing?" Branch finally spoke, squinting as if he couldn't quite tell what Jane had on. Which she knew for a fact wasn't the case. Her baby brother had done a good job making sure the bunker was well lit.

"Clothes?" she offered with a strained smile.

"I can see that," Branch said, rolling his eyes, "But a dress? Did Satin and Chenille attack you on your way over here?"

At that Jane looked stricken, while Floyd gasped quietly and Bruce stood from his chair.

The sound of Bruce's chair scraping across the floor made Jane jump, stumbling back into the far wall of the elevator. She clutched at the front of her dress, suddenly all too aware that she'd moved away from the elevator lever. She glanced at the lever, then to Bruce, who followed her gaze. She panicked as he began to move towards her, lunging for the lever. Unfortunately, Bruce moved faster than she anticipated, and he swung his hair out to block her from being able to escape back up to the surface. She fell to her knees, looking up as Bruce reached the elevator platform. She couldn't help the slight tremble in her shoulders as she looked up at Bruce. Logically, she knew he wouldn't hurt her. He never had. But that didn't stop her heart from thundering in her chest.

"I'm so sorry," Bruce finally said, kneeling down in front of her. He offered her a hand, a soft expression on his face. "I wish I could say I didn't realize you were finally free to be yourself, but I just plain forgot. Do you still want to be called Jane, or is there something else now?"

Jane felt a rush of tears come to her eyes as she let out a wet laugh. She shook her head, taking Bruce's hand. "No. You gave me that name, I couldn't change it."

Bruce smiled before pulling her into a bone crushing hug. Jane let out a quiet sob as she returned it, reveling in her brothers acceptance for a moment, before Branch clearing his throat caused the two to break apart. Bruce turned, clicking his tongue quietly, before getting to his feet and pulling Jane up along with him. She stumbled slightly once she was up, which prompted Bruce to wrap a protective arm around her shoulders. She quickly wiped at her eyes, looking to her baby brother who stood with a grumpy expression on his face next to his kitchen table.

"Would someone care to explain, please?" Branch asked, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor.

"Our oldest brother is actually our oldest sister," Floyd offered from the table before Jane could open her mouth. She gave Floyd a grateful smile and Bruce gave her shoulders a gentle shake.

Branch continued to frown before letting out a breath. "Is that all? Also, please tell me I'm not the last to know."

Jane blinked, somewhat surprised by Branch's blasé reaction. "Uh…well, I haven't told Poppy yet, if that makes you feel better?"

Branch looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding. "It does, actually. Once Poppy finds out, she's going to want to throw you a party. And the last thing I'd need is for the whole village to know before me." He started towards his kitchen, glancing back over his shoulder. "Did you want some tea? Jane, was it?"

"Yeah. I'd love some, thanks," Jane said, flushing happily as Bruce steered her to a chair at the table.

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[rangerbarbz]

Love is but a Walk in the Park

Disclaimer: This is the second part of a series I am starting about the reader dating Ford while they are in college. Once again, I really appreciate the support, and I hope everyone enjoys it!

Summary: Ford and the reader are going on their first date after the reader drunkenly confesses their feelings to him.

“So, are y’all boyfriend and girlfriend, or what?”

You made eye contact with your roommate in the mirror of your bathroom. You were finishing up applying mascara. “I mean…maybe? I think so. I don’t know,” you answered. You turned around to face her. “Okay. How do I look?” You did a little spin for her. You were wearing an orange halter top with matching flared pants. You ironed some flower patches onto your back pockets last night to spruce them up a bit, as well.

Your roommate nodded in approval with a grin on her face. “You look foxy!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “He’s going to drop dead when he sees you.” After she said that, there was a knock at the door. “Ooh! There’s your lover boy now!” She handed your purse to you. “Go get em’, girl.”

“Thank you so much. I’ll tell you about it when I get back,” you replied excitedly. You opened the door to see a very well-dressed Ford. He was wearing a yellow button-up tucked into nice blue jeans, and his sleeves were rolled up to reveal his muscular, slightly hairy forearms. He was holding a bouquet of purple lilacs that were wrapped in a white ribbon.

You gasped. “Ford, these are beautiful! You got these for me?”

He handed you the flowers. “Of course. Do you like them?” he asked shyly.

“Like them? I love them!” you gushed, throwing your arms around his neck. He chuckled and hugged you back as you breathed in his scent. He smelled like bourbon and trees. This must have been some new cologne because he had never smelled like this before. Did he wear this just for you?

“Let me put these in my room, and I’ll be right back out,” you said with a huge smile on your face. You opened the door to your roommate standing there with a vase already filled with water.

“I’ll take those,” she stated, grabbing the bouquet delicately and putting them in the vase. “I was eavesdropping on y’all, so I went ahead and got this ready for you,” she said with a wink.

You laughed. “Thanks! You’re the best!” you replied, waving at her, and walking back out to Ford. He had a slight blush on his face. “Where are you taking me, handsome?” you asked, hooking your arm around his. This caused his face to redden even more. You loved making him flustered.

“Well, uh, I was wanting to take a walk in the park with you…gorgeous.” Your heart fluttered in your chest at his pet name for you. This was going to be a good day.

                                                                                | At the Park |

It was a beautiful sunny day at the park y’all went to. There were flowers everywhere and some peculiar playground equipment that included a life-size chess game. It seemed as if maybe it was more for adults rather than children which interested you. Ford’s attention quickly went to the large Rook piece that was sat a couple of yards across from him. He looked at the piece and back at you. “Do you know how to play?” Ford asked giddily.

You smiled back at him. He was adorable when he got excited. “I actually don’t, but I would be happy to learn.” He beamed at you taking your hand in his and leading you towards the board game.

“What color would you like to be?”

“Hmm,” you wondered. “I’ll be white, if that’s okay with you.”

“That’s perfectly fine! I always choose black anyways.” He then began to explain to you the rules of the game thoroughly, but he might as well have been talking to a brick wall. You couldn’t focus on anything when the sunshine was hitting his whiskey eyes just right, and the wind was blowing his hair in a way that it made look bouncy. If this was the desert, then he was your pitcher of water.

“Does that make sense?” he interrupted your daydreaming.

You snapped back to reality. “Yes. Definitely.” It didn’t, and he had to help you a lot, but he didn’t mind. It was an excuse to come over and guide you. He admired your concentrated face and the way your nose scrunched when you were thinking hard. It was a sight he was taking a mental picture of.

As you were picking up and moving a piece across the board, Ford said, “I love the patches you put on.” You turned your head over your shoulder to look at him. You were going to mess with him.

“Ford Pines, were you looking at my butt?”

He began stuttering to explain himself. “No! I mean, yes, I was, but not in that way! Not to objectify you. Your butt looks nice. NO! The patches do, but not that your butt doesn’t-‘’ Ford stumbled over his words.

You burst into laughter. “I’m just joking with you, Ford. I put those patches on for that exact reason,” you purred, sending a wink his way.

“Oh. I see,” he chuckled. He would never want you to think that he only wanted you for your body. (However, he did want your body.) “I just didn’t want you to think I’m some kind of jerk,” he explained. You walked over to him and put your hands on his broad shoulders.

“Ford. You don’t have a jerky bone in your body. I have never once thought that about you,” you reassured him. You looked back at the chess game. “Since you’re about to win, would you like to go for a walk?” He smiled back at you.

“Yes. I would like that very much.” You took his hand into yours and started your walk in the park. You and Ford sniffed flowers, went down elaborately built slides, and climbed fake rock walls. There was so much to do at this park, and it truly was a fun time.

After doing some goofy poses with some statues, you both decided it was time to get something to eat. You continued your stroll together until you reached the end of the sidewalk. To your left was a little stand called “The Snack Shack” that smelled delicious. It had an ice cream cone and a hot dog painted on the side and was covered in red and white stripes.

“Ooh, this place looks good Ford! Do you want to eat here?” you asked, looking at him. He was already looking at you with a warm smile on his face. He darted his head to the building to make it look like he wasn’t already staring at you, even if it was obvious.

“Sure! My treat,” he answered, as y’all walked towards the check out. An older man in a Hawaiian shirt was standing behind the check-out. Next to the register lay a sleeping cat. It was a light orange, but the first thing you noticed was his paws.

You gasped. “Look Ford!” He was studying the menu above him, so you grabbed his arm to get his attention. “This cat is like you!” The cat woke up with a big yawn and stretched out. This cat has six toes on each foot.

Ford giggled. “How about that. It’s polydactyl. Extraordinary. What’s its name?” The cat rubbed its head against his hand and purred at the affection it was receiving. The man at the counter chuckled.

“Her name is Hex,” said the man fondly. “She’s my baby. Had her since the day she was born.” His gaze was drawn to Ford’s hand. His face began to look confused, and you were ready to sock this guy in the nose if he had anything smart to say. “How about that,” he laughed. “That’s something you don’t see every day. You got six digits, too! You know they say that’s supposed to be good luck, or something.”

Ford looked at you with a twinkle in his eye. “I would say so.”

                                                                                | At the Bench |

Ford and you sat on a bench finishing up the pretzels and soda he got you two. A mother duck and her babies swam around in the pond in front of you, diving for food. You were under the shade of two trees, and a few people jogged on the asphalt track around the pond. It was perfect.

You leaned your head on his shoulder and observed the scenery around you. “Ford, this has been such an amazing day,” you sighed dreamily. He put his arm around you and scooted you closer to him.

“I concur. I have truly enjoyed this day with you, Y/N,” he replied softly. You could fall asleep you were so relaxed, but you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him at this moment. You looked up at him; he was a vision. You decided to make a move.

You removed his arm from around you and sat on your knees to face him. His head had turned to look at you, as well. You held your hand against his stubbly cheek. He jumped a bit but quickly leaned into it. “Ford… Can I kiss you?” You were so nervous asking. You weren’t used to making the first move, but you guessed so wasn’t he.

His face went red. “Yes please.” He seemed eager. You grinned and began to inch your face towards his. “But wait.” You stopped. “This is my first kiss, so I apologize if it’s bad, “he apologized. You were now millimeters away from his lips. You ran your hands into the side of his hair.

“Let me be the judge of that.” You pressed your lips into his. Every nerve in your body lit up. He sighed contently when your lips touched his. It was heaven. He tasted like the Cola you were just drinking earlier, but you didn’t mind. His mouth was so soft. Ford’s hands had trouble figuring out where to be until you placed them on your waist. His strong hands moved down to your hips to squeeze them. You moaned which seemed to fire up Ford a bit. He separated from the kiss to plant his lips on the side of your jaw. He left a trail of kisses down your neck making you shiver.

You would have loved to keep going, but it seemed that Ford forgot y’all were in public. Those joggers from earlier were coming around the curve any second now. You held his face in your hands to make eye contact with him. “Easy there, tiger, we got an audience.” His face went red, and he awkwardly waved hello as two people in athletic wear speedwalked pass you two.

As soon as they were gone, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you passionately. His hands were exploring the exposed skin of your back. He unlocked your lips and looked into your eyes. You knew your face was flushed, and his pupils were insanely dilated. “I’m sorry, my dear. You are just so intoxicating,” he whispered. You could feel arousal building up inside you. You craved more of him.

“Should we take this somewhere more private?” you suggested.

                                                                                                | THE END |

Author’s Note: Third part: yay or nay?

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‘til forever

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Living on the westside of LA in sunny California was never exactly on my checklist of things I needed to accomplish in life, but opening up a car repair shop was - and this for some reason became the easiest place to do it. Truthfully I owed it all to Mason, the man I ran my apprenticeship under. He took a special liking to me during my time, and when he passed, with no kids of his own, he left his shop to me. My best friend moved out here, helped me run the social media and marketing for the shop, I kept some of the team adding some younger guys for more heavy lifting jobs. We did minor maintenance to the place, spruced it up to appeal to different kinds of people, and the shop has been doing better ever since.

One thing I didn’t expect to get out of this was friendships, but here I was, walking over to meet up with one of my coworkers turned friends, meeting his group of people and new girl. I quickly turn the corner,  walking into the bar, taking the last couple bites of my croissant, licking the left over chocolate off my fingers. Mitch was thankfully easy to spot, taller than most in the room, longer hair too.

“Harry!” He quickly called out when he spotted me, I chuckled, walking over as we quickly embraced, our hands patting each other's backs.

“Everyone, this is my boss, Harry, he owns the car shop I work at. Harry, this is Niall, Chase, Pauli, and of course Sarah.” 

Mitch flushed a deep shade of red as he introduced the woman he was now dating, and I chuckled, lifting my hand up to greet everyone, “Nice meeting you all, thanks for letting me crash.”

“Mitch told us you were new in town when you opened up the shop, so we weren’t going to say no! Everyone needs friends,” the mousy haired man named Niall said.

“He’s not off, just have my best friend from college here, Marlee, she’s actually joining us later as well.” I smiled, Sarah’s eyes perking up.

“Oh thank god, another girl! I was so scared I’d be in a giant testosterone fest all night,” she said, making us all chuckle.

“Well, Horan was supposed to get Bentley here, yet we have no Bentley,” the dark haired tattooed man who I assumed was Chase spoke, hitting Niall hard on his back.

“Listen, I can’t force her to do anything she doesn’t want to do. I don’t want to pressure her into making decisions she’s not ready to make,” Niall said, sipping his beer, a Guinness.

“Including finally giving you a chance,” Pauli quipped, making Niall fake a laugh, flipping them off. I couldn’t help myself and chuckle.

“Who’s Bentley?” I asked, holding my hand up for the bartender, quickly ordering myself a beer.

“She’s our late friend Louis’….ex? I guess that’s what we would call her now. Niall’s got a thing for her since they trauma bonded, but she won’t give him the green light,” Mitch rolled his eyes and Niall scoffed.

“I’ve never asked her to give me any green light. I’m fine just being her friend, that’s all I want,” his tone clearly bothered by everyone’s antics, and I couldn’t help but feel for the guy.

“Seems like you’ve been there for her after his passing, from what Mitch said, I now remember him mentioning the situation, I know she hasn’t let anyone else in, so ignore them. Especially this one, he fucks up a car for me at least once a week,” I teased Mitch; Pauli, Chase and Sarah laughing as I paid for my beer, taking a long sip with a smile on my face.

Niall raised both his eyebrows at Mitch, who quickly shot me a glare. The overall pointing of fingers was quickly broken when the door to the bar burst open, a short brunette tripping over herself, quickly straightening out and looking over in our direction. I broke into a big smile as I saw my pixie like best friend, her smile soon reflecting mine. Her cat-like hazel eyes seemed to glimmer, as she waved at me, her cheeks red with slight embarrassment.

“And that’s Marlee, my best friend,” I said, holding my beer glass out in her direction as she made her way over. She reached me and quickly buried herself in my embrace, my lips pressing a kiss to the top of her head softly.

“Hi guys, sorry for the grand entrance. You will learn I have two left feet,” she shrugged, taking my beer and sipping from it. Everyone laughed, introducing each other to her. It was nice to mix our friendship with Mitch’s friends. I was used to a big group of friends back home, so this just felt right.

“So you two met in college?” Sarah said, bringing me another beer as the boys moved to the side to have a conversation, eyes flicking to us constantly as they did.

“Yeah, we were in American Literature together. He sat next to me, he sucked at annotating his readings, I was amazing at it. One day, he leaned over and asked me to help him. I asked to be paid in pizza rolls and he added root beer on top of it and I was sold!” Marlee quickly explained, smiling up at me and I laughed.

“She always leaves out how I helped her with math, but college calculus is a touchy subject, we shall avoid,” I said, pretending to whisper at Sarah as Mitch called me over to the rest of the guys.

Walking past the girls, I messed with Marlee’s hair, reaching the guys, left hand deep in my pocket as I took a sip of my beer. Chase clearly looked like he might foam at the mouth if he didn’t speak soon, my eyes narrowing at him.

“So that’s just your best friend? Not your best friend you secretly have feelings for but too scared to admit?” Chase said quickly, head tilting forward, eyebrow raised.

“No, that’s my best friend and just that, my best friend.” I peeked over at Marlee, then back at the guys. I wasn’t lying, that’s all she was to me. There was only one moment in time when I thought there might be more, but that was quickly squashed by how wrong it felt when I tried to kiss her. She was like my sister, it couldn’t be anything more past that for me.

“So, she’s free game then?” He raised an eyebrow making me snort out a laugh. This was something definitely I was accustomed to, my best friend was beautiful with a personality to match. The amount of time I was approached for permission to attempt to woo her was anyone I had lost count of.

“Good luck, Marlee ain’t easy, and she’s picky as hell, mate. You can give it a try though, but…” I moved my lips from side to side, leaning in closer to him, “you hurt her, I don’t mess around either.”

Chase chuckled, tossing his hands up in the air, “I’m just here for a good time, friend. I set my boundaries clear and right from the very start. Now if you’ll excuse me, Marlee looks like she needs a refill.” 

He winked obnoxiously at us, my eyes trailing his path to my best friend, my head shaking as I locked eyes with Niall who rolled his, “Ignore Chase, he thinks with his dick, so naturally, he acts like one.”

We both laughed, Mitch choking on his beer as he did as well, “Righto!” He managed out as he cleared his throat, “Even tried to put moves on Bentley, Niall shut that down so quick.”

“He was taking advantage of her vulnerability, trying to get a pity fuck so he could say he did. Louis had just gone, it was fucking wrong!” Niall exclaimed, Mitch sending him a look, teasing the real reason why Niall put a stop to it. I felt for him. You could tell he truly cared for this Bentley character, everyone trying to make it a negative thing.

“Girls that have mates like us are lucky, don’t let these dick heads try and shake how you treat her. She will always appreciate it more than she vocalizes,” I smiled at him, a small nod from him in exchange, Mitch and Pauli looking at each other, then down, embarrassed that they were teasing Niall.

“So you and Harry have been friends for a bit now then?” Sarah asked as I drank more beer. Personally I hated beer and its taste, but the new environment meant I wasn’t ready to dip my toes into hard liquor around them. It was better for all those involved.

“Yeah, I feel like I’ve known him my whole life really. It was just an instant click. Now he can’t get rid of me,” I giggled, shrugging my shoulders as she nodded. Her green eyes and their curiosity let me know exactly what question was next, bracing myself for it.

“Nothing more there?” She leaned in, her eyes hopeful, as if it would add excitement to the situation. I licked my lips, biting down on my lower lip, shaking my head.

“Yeah no. We are just best friends and it ends there. He’s like a brother,” I said, the last sentence feeling like bile in my throat. Truth was, I loved him so much more than just as friends. It would never happen though, it would never be reciprocated; the imagine of him laughing as he leaned in to kiss me forever engraved on the back of my mind. I remember my heart racing, thinking this was finally the moment he would see me as more than just his friend. The moment he realized he felt for me how I felt for him.

It wasn’t. 

Instead, he laughed about how he wasn’t sure what he was thinking, apologizing, head shaking in disbelief. I never in my life readjusted my feelings so quickly, shoving him back and calling him a weirdo for even trying in the first place. The entire time, my heart breaking, eyes fighting the tears that wanted so badly to fall.

“Sometimes that’s for the best you know? I think we all need a best guy friend, but it’s hard when they always seem to want something more. I mean, even us girls cross that line too.” She said, sipping on her beer, so unaware of my feelings.

“What about you? How long have you known the guys?” I said, wanting to direct the conversation away from me and Harry.

“Oh, it’s my first time meeting everyone too. I just started dating Mitch a month ago, thought it was time to meet the friends,” she shrugged. I nodded, licking beer off my lips.

“Well then I’m glad we’ve been thrown into this together, men are strange, women superior always,” I raised both eyebrows at her and she lifted her glass to cheers with mine. I met hers, sipping on my beer as one of the boys approached us.

“It’s Marlee right?” He said, squeezing between Sarah and I, arm resting on the bar as he smiled up at me. I shot him a look of confusion, “Yes and you are? Sorry I’m not good with names.”

“I’m Chase, thought I would personally introduce myself. Just let you know I’m super excited to add you and Harry to the group. Maybe we, you and I, can even grab a bite sometimes,” he pinched his lower lip, my eyes flashing over at Sarah’s quickly. She shrugged, my eyes moving back to Chase.

“Mmm, we’ll see. Have to decide where you rank amongst the other guys. Let’s run the trial for about two weeks and then I’ll give you a rundown on where you land,” I smirked, winking at Sarah before pushing off the bar and walking towards Harry. From the immediate laughter coming from the guys I could only imagine what his face looked like behind me.

Slipping my hand around Harry’s waist, he pulled me in for a hug, shaking his head, “Couldn’t you at least give him five minutes of your time?”

“I didn’t completely let him down, I just let him know that I needed to test out the Irish one as well, Pauli too,” I said so only he could hear, his vanilla scent strong on his hair near my face.

“Marlee, Marlee, this is why we never make new friends,” he chuckled and I shrugged.

“I never needed anyone else so, eh,” brushing it off, because it was true, all I needed was Harry, that was enough. He wrapped me up in a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head like he often did.

Soon Sarah and Chase joined us again, everyone pushing past Chase’s lame attempt to ask me out. We shared embarrassing moments, how everyone met each other, Sarah and I planned to grab lunch later next week. As much as I hated the idea of sharing Harry’s time with other people, it did feel nice to make new friends. We all moved over to the pool tables, taking turns ordering rounds of beer and playing pool against one another.

Niall began asking Harry and Mitch about the shop, hoping to bring his car in for an oil change and to get his brake pads fixed. As always Harry began playing down how good he was at fixing cars and truly how successful his shop was. He was so humble, it was his best trait, and that’s why he had me, so I could sing his praises.

“Did you all know the shop is getting the AAA Award for Outstanding Service?” I piped in, Harry’s eye flicking to me, basically yelling at me for bringing it up. I ignored him, rolling my eyes, “Yeah, he’s the best in town too, 100% mark on the award.”

“Harry, you never mentioned that!” Mitch exclaimed, back handing his chest. Harry coughed, rubbing his chest softly as he laughed.

“It just slipped my mind, I don’t…I don’t really pay attention to those things,” he said, running his ring clad fingers through his hair.

Sarah scrolled through her phone, peeking her eyes up, “Harry that’s a really good award to have. You are registered with AAA and their website. That’s why you guys have been so busy, babe!” She exclaimed looking over at Mitch, “The shop is on the site so it directs more customers! Harry, that's so amazing. Oh my gosh we should celebrate!”

“Guys, please we really don’t have to—…”

“…—no we totally should mate! It’ll be further bonding and welcoming you in the group. Maybe it’ll finally get Bentley to come out,” Niall said, something hopeful in his voice. I had no idea who Bentley was, but she felt like the motivating factor in every aspect of his life choices.

“Yeah Harry, let us celebrate to get Bentley out!” I said, shifting my body next to Niall, pulling his lower lip down gently into a pout, “Do it for Niall and Bentley.”

Niall chuckled a bit, but kept his pout making Harry roll his eyes, “Fine, fine, we can plan something. There’s this arcade bar Marlee and I love, we can do something there, play games and shit. They have food too!”

“Perfect!” Sarah clapped her hands, moving to stand next to me, “Marlee and I will handle everything, you boys just show up, and Niall get the infamous Bentley to join us! It’ll be fun!”

—

Harry and I walked home, it was late but it was our favorite time to be out and about. The city was quiet and besides avoiding the few cars driving by, we could walk in the middle of the street.

“So everyone was really nice,” I smiled over at him, walking along the middle yellow divider, one foot in front of the other.

“Yeah, good people, normal friend group with their issues and drama. They actually lost their friend Louis about six months ago? That’s where that Bentley girl comes into play. She was dating Louis, and from what I gathered, Niall’s soft on her. Took care of her the most when he passed.”

“Mmm, that’s horrible. Do you know how it happened?” I said as he moved in front of me, walking on the same divider backwards.

“Nope. Just still feels new, you know? Mitch can barely talk about it when he does mention it. So I just avoid it,” he said, reaching out for my hands to help keep us balanced.

“I can’t even imagine losing you…I don’t know what I would do,” I said softly, his hands squeezing mine.

“I ain’t going nowhere, they’ll have to catch me first and I’m too fast,” he wiggled his furrowed brows, making me laugh.

“Yeah?” I said, my head tilting in a challenge, his hands quickly releasing mine.

“Oh come on Marlee, I drank so much beer,” he whined and I shrugged, instantly moving to tackle him, his strong arms quickly stopping me and picking me up over his shoulder, “You literally will never learn. I’m always too quick.”

I burst into laughter hitting his back over and over, “Put me down!” 

“Nope, this is how I’m getting you to your apartment. Learn your lesson,” he said, hitting my leg, my arm reaching up to pull his hair, “Ow! You brat!”

We both laughed, Harry staying true to his word, carrying me over his shoulder until we finally got to my apartment. He placed me down on the ground, helping me smooth out my hair like he often did. I inhaled, shivering slightly, something that he often ignored.

“Thanks for coming with me today, it always makes new situations easier,” he smiled, sticking his hands in his pockets.

“Course. I had a good time, and Sarah and I have lunch plans. Me, plans with a girl. Isn’t that insane?” I said with wide eyes, a soft chuckle from him, a smile from ear to ear.

“That is actually, so now I won’t be forced to go on every single shopping trip you decide to take,” he teased, my eyes narrowing.

“You know you enjoy those trips, I always buy you cinnamon pretzel bites!” I pointed at him, his lips pressing together, in a questioning manner.

“I mean…” his eyebrows raised, laughter leaving him as soon as my face dropped in disappointment, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I’ll be incredibly jealous of you and Sarah’s newfound friendship.”

“That’s better,” I said, starting to look for my keys in my purse, “So I finished all the marketing stuff for you, new flyers and all. I’ll drop them off after work tomorrow so you can go through and approve.”

“Sounds good, thanks, Mar, really. The shop got to where it was because of you, so thank you. You marketed the shit out of it,” he stuck his tongue in his cheek.

“I told you we were going to make it happen, but H, you did everything else. You fix the cars, I just let people know the hot guy in town can do the fixing,” I giggled, pulling out my keys.

“And Mitch appreciates it,” Harry joked, my hand moving to shove him back. I turned to my apartment door, unlocking the front door. I pulled it open, holding it open and peeking over at him.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?” 

“Yeah, go get ready. I’ll call you when I get home so we can watch New Girl before bed,” he said, reaching over and holding the door open for me.

I looked at him nodding, wondering if he ever thought it was weird how we did this. How we called each other each night, watching New Girl until we fell asleep. It started as me making him watch it from the beginning, to now just rewatching random episodes each night.

“Don’t forget I get to choose the season tonight, I’m feeling three. It feels right,” I said, and he rolled his eyes. 

“Let me guess, episode five, because you can relate to Jess’ need to stick her nose in everyone’s life?” He tilted his head at me.

“Listen if I didn’t stick my nose in your life, you never would have kept the auto shop, so…kiss my ass, Harry. Night!.” I smiled, blowing him a kiss before turning on my heel and heading into my complex.

“Night you troll!” He called out, my hand sticking up and flipping him off, his laugh trailed behind me.

Everything about tonight felt right, which was a relief, because I didn’t know how I would face Mitch at work the next day if it didn’t work out. His friends were funny, friendly and just the right amount of messy to keep things interesting. Walking to my apartment, I couldn’t help but ponder over my encounter before the bar, the girl and the chocolate croissant constantly popping into my head throughout the night. She had a permanent sadness etched into the furrow of her brows, her lips seemed unable to twitch into a convincing smile.

I couldn’t move past how stunned she was at me using “no drama” a phrase I picked up from the Australian exchange students at Uni, never thinking much of it. I wanted to stop by again every morning and every afternoon at that little shop, hoping to see her again. I wanted to find out why her brows furrowed into such sadness, what put that sadness there.

My phone went off, buzzing on my bedside as I settled into bed; without looking I knew it was Marlee, ready for our bedtime ritual. I pulled the cover on my bed quickly slipping in before calling out to my phone.

“Hey Siri, call Marlee on speaker,” I said, grabbing my laptop and opening up, starting to set up the Netflix party so we could watch together.

“I’m more than positive I grew an inch,” Marlee said when she finally answered, my eyebrow raising in confusion.

“Mar, I’m more than positive you’re past your growing age,” I said quickly sending her the link.

“Can you please just accept I’ve grown an inch?” I heard her clear pout through the phone.

“Fine, fine you grew an inch,” I gave in, adjusting in bed the show starting as she pressed play on her end. The show began playing, filling the space, my body relaxing into my bed. I loved this tradition we had, sometimes we watched, sometimes it just played as we talked or fell asleep. I bit my lip as I thought about the croissant girl again, a sigh leaving me, “I had a weird interaction with a girl today. Not weird, just…interesting.”

I chuckled, Marlee readjusting on the other side of the phone, “Oh?” She said softly.

“I needed to eat something, so I went to the cafe under the apartment—…”

“…—wait like..the store?”

“Yeah, I just knew I would be drinking, so, I just went in. I saw this chocolate croissant, went to grab it and this girl reached for it too. Pulled back freaked out, and I told her no drama, you know, and she knew what it meant - but she was weirded out that I knew what it was. I don’t know…I guess I’m just intrigued by how sad she looked. Her eyebrows were permanently skewed,” I said, realizing I was rambling. I took a deep breath, clearing my throat, “I’m wondering if I’ll see her again.”

“Well. I guess you’ll just have to see what happens. You already sound…enamored? I guess,” she said quietly, clearly tired.

“Yeah, have to see. I’m not enamored…I just, I’m just curious - but, let’s just go to sleep now. I’m exhausted after today. Night fairy girl.”

“Mm, night Harry. Love you.”

“Love you always.”

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Bliz Writes Fanfiction??

This is my new thingy! It’s called Hollow Tree and is based on a dream I had. If you know me in real life and intend to play DnD with me, please do not read (I’m gonna turn it into a campaign)

The actual story is below!

"Welcome, everyone!" Tango shouted to the gathering crowd of hermits, "I need three people to come up here for the first group!" Soon after he finished this sentence, Tango realized his mistake. A wave of bodies surged towards the stage in front of his newest creation, somehow headed by Scar, who was being pushed forward in his wheelchair at a not even remotely Scar-safe pace by Grian. They were both whooping with laughter, occasionally interrupted by an alarmed squeal from Scar. 

As soon as the pair reached the stage, Tango called for everyone to freeze. Gem took one last step forward, placing her foot onto the platform. While Tango was inclined to disqualify her for moving after his shout, he decided to allow it. He needed a group of three anyway. 

"Alright, It looks like we have Grian, Scar, and Gem!" he announced. Grain and Scar exchanged a quick high five, and Gem skipped the rest of the way up the ramp as the rest of the hermits grumbled lightheartedly at their failure. "I recommend that the rest of you just head home, these runs are going to take much longer than Decked Out runs, and actually require me, Etho, and Joel to be online the whole time. There are areas where you can watch the groups' runs, but please don't watch any of our videos or streams during the runs so you don't get an unfair advantage. Now for you three..." Tango trailed off ominously, then laughed and jumped off the back of the stage down a hole. 

Scar immediately wheeled himself over the edge. Gem and Grian looked at each other, shrugged, and followed. They hit the bottom with a splash, and waded out of the pool which broke their fall. Scar was already waiting when they got out and shook themselves off. The group stood in a huge cavern, made to look as if it was outdoors, with a dense ceiling of layered blue glass. In front of them stood a huge custom tree, probably 15 meters in diameter, stretching high above them. Spore blossoms hung from the great tree, their shining green spores drifting down to the mossy ground, dotted with small bushes and wildflowers. The great tree was composed primarily of oak and spruce wood and stretched so high that Tango had overlapped the cloudy ceiling with the canopy. A dirt path stretched to the foot of the tree, where a pair spruce double doors stood, inlaid in the bark. 

The three friends looked around in amazement, taking in their surroundings. A note of pride rang in Scar's voice as he complimented the big tree; amazement echoed in Grian's as he walked slowly up the path, admiring Tango's landscaping and the smaller custom trees. Gem ran out into the woods, pulling out her sword and dancing around in excitement. Grian was the first to find the sign by the path which indicated that they needed to leave all of their stuff there. Three double chests were hidden underneath simple benches for each of them. Grian called the others over, and they deposited their stuff in the boxes. Gem gingerly set her sword down. After wandering for a little while, Scar approached the doors to the tree. 

"Wait, don't go in without us!" Grian yelled as Scar began to push the doors open. He and Gem ran to catch up, and the group stepped through together. 

They emerged onto a landing on a dimly lit terracotta ramp, going up into the tree with a slight curve to it. The only light came from soul torches, spaced just barely close enough to each other that mobs won't spawn. Under each torch, a niche was dug into the wall. Each one housed a small statue (clearly Cleo offered some help with this part). The statues each held a miniature wind instrument. 

Something made a creaking noise in front of the group, and a small light ignited at a statue's base. It hopped down from its niche and stepped slowly up the ramp,  music sounding from it as it climbed. A shadow was climbing after it, moving jerkily. When the first figure reached the top, the second figure turned and melted into the wall. As soon as it disappeared, pistons began to move in the floor behind us. A wall of what must have been concrete powder was slowly falling, and behind it stood a terrifying monster, somewhat resembling the shadow. It looked like it was entirely made of terracotta, and it blended into the walls around it. Behind it was what looked like impenetrable darkness. It looked almost human, but a grotesque grin was painted across its face and its legs were disproportionately large and something about it seemed mechanical. 

"Oh no," breathed Scar, and he began to wheel himself up the ramp as fast as he could. The others followed, Grian giving Scar a boost to get him going faster. They scrambled up the ramp, but the creature behind them was gaining.

#Hollow tree fanfic #Bliz says words #hermitcraft #grian #tangotek #gtwscar #geminitay #fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfic

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

The Truth About “El Día de Oscuridad”

TW/CW: slight Ikemen Prince act 3 spoilers, death (one of my OC’s, no major character), blood, war, brief mention of labor

WC: 2.3K

A big thank you to Natalie & @theverakeller (and her sister!) for their feedback on this <3 I appreciate y’all sm!

Cinnabar was once an open country to all who wished to visit the kingdom and experience the colorful nation firsthand. A nation rich with culture, food, art, and history hosted countless tourists each year. That changed when the neighboring kingdom of Obsidian unexpectedly invaded Cinnabar.

Breakfast had just ended and Estella had decided to take her dance practice earlier than usual. Last night she was so close to perfecting each step of the new routine she was learning. As she walked to the ballroom she mentally runs through each step of the routine, paying extra attention to the part she often finds herself messing up on. She stepped into the ballroom and was surprised to see some staff in there already.

They had already started their daily work and were already sprucing up the room. She invited them to practice dancing with her — some refused, scared to abandon their work but others who knew the princess well took up the offer. Equipped without a band, the dancers began to sing out the song for this particular dance. Each person moved with such poise and grace, all while wearing a smile. But even through the myriad sound of tapping shoes and the hummed melody there was a commotion that could be heard through the ballroom doors. Before someone could go out into the hall to investigate, a soldier burst through the door and yelled, "Obsidianite soldiers are heading into Cinnabar, they are close to breaching our border!" His words sent everyone into a frenzy.

Estella doesn't even bother changing out of her dance attire — she picks up her skirt and immediately begins to run, the hard soles of her dancing shoes clacking against the shiny tile floors. Her shoes that often accompanied music and cheerful shouts, now carry a sense of urgency.

Once she goes through the throne room doors, she finds her family, her father's best, and most trusted commanders, the mood is drastically different.

After they had a plan of attack, the king and his troops rode out immediately. The queen who was left in charge, immediately began giving orders to anyone she could, and Estella stood there unsure as to what she could do to help. The queen was pregnant with her third child but due to the stress of the on coming siege she went into early labor. Her ladies in waiting eagerly tried to take her away, but the queen stubbornly refused until her contractions were too much for her to bear. She then handed command over to her son. The first prince, then 16, took over.

Unfortunately with all soldiers currently occupied, there was no one to relay the message to the king that the queen had gone into labor. Estella, then 12, stepped up to relay the message, fully knowing the risks. She and her servants quickly geared her and the horse she's had since childhood for the journey ahead.

Estella rode and rode, but as she ventured closer to where the battle just took place, she noticed things were a little too quiet. Despite her sword skills being merely adequate, she was ready to fight any enemy soldiers she encountered. She continued on and eventually came across what would change the foundations of Cinnabar. She came into the field where dozens of Cinnabarian soldiers lay dead, and up ahead in the distance she could see the dark uniform of an Obsidian soldier fighting with someone donning her kingdom’s uniform. As she got closer, she noticed it was the uniform befitting for royalty – it was her father who was the one fighting for Cinnabar. Once she noticed this, her breathing became labored and she tried to push her horse to go faster, but it was too late. The Obsidian soldier struck his sword through the king. He then withdrew his sword and a stream of red followed behind it, staining the battlefield grass in crimson. Going in for the final blow he lifted his sword once again but the princess was having none of it and immediately went in to fight the enemy who had years of experience over her.

Although she was young, she did manage to fight off the Obsidianite soldier, but not without taking on her own set of injuries. Just as she delivered the finishing blow to the Obsidianite soldier, the remaining Cinnabar soldiers, who had followed the opposing troops fleeing the battlezone, returned to the field. They immediately began setting up camp to administer life saving care to the king who was clinging onto life and also bandaging up the young princess. She was bandaged up, but would be left with scars – of both varieties. As the medical team was attending to the king, the princess was helping the soldiers with those fallen, and she thanked them for their service. It was during this that the king took a turn for the worst - there was no saving him. The king had a servant call for his daughter - his one and only princess.

"Hi, my estrella. You fought well." He smiled, voice weak from the pain. Estella smiled back - tears forming, she was scared and her father seemed so small to her at that moment. She had never seen him like this.

His voice and laugh that can usually fill up a room and echo back is becoming no more. He let out a grunt from pain and wheezed out his next words, "These are my final orders." Estella felt like her heart was about to stop and her blood ran cold.

"What? You're going to be okay." She kneeled by the cot that was serving as his deathbed. But the king already had an assistant writing down his last words. The king weakly patted his daughter's head.

"The Queen will be in charge after I'm gone. She is fully capable of running this country without me - hell, she practically already runs it. You protect her with your lives. Once she is ready to leave the throne, it'll go to-" he coughed but immediately resumed once it stopped,

"The first princess, Estella. She may be young but l've seen her vindication for this country and it'll be in great hands with the two strong, and capable women in my life." He gave a weak smile. He continued to give out his final words, and then he gave his daughter the last of his attention. "Thank you for being here, my estrella. You've lit up my final moments with your light. I'm sorry I won't be able to dance with you at your coming of age ceremony — or your wedding." He laughed weakly, but that small laugh was too much for his failing body. He began to cough up blood. Estella was quick to grab a cloth and clean up the king. "Be sure to not cause your brother too much trouble, and be sure to protect the little one. Take care of each other, and your mom."

Estella was holding back her sobs — she felt weak, useless as she watched her father die.

"I could be like this for a while — I'd rather this be over now." The king's hand searched the table by his bedside until he found what he was looking for — a small blade.

"I want you to do it." He mustered all the strength he could and transferred the blade into the hands of his daughter. "You'd be doing me a favor. Don't feel guilty about it. I’m not worried about me—" his sentence was cut off by a harsh, bloody cough, but once he caught his breath he continued his thought, “I’m more upset I won’t be able to watch you and your brother grow up anymore.”

Estella felt her hands start to tremble and her fleeting eyes look over at the nearby assistant who had been watching the entire time. He looked away the moment she looked over at him, his lips pressed into a fine line and knuckles white from gripping his writing utensil so hard. She was conflicted — her heart was telling her to not to take the remainder of her father's life, but her brain was telling her to follow the orders of her father, her king. She wanted to scream but the lump in her throat stopped her. She felt her tears that she had been holding back break through. She bowed her head down and brought her forehead down to her father's. She spoke softly to him, the nearby assistant could only catch a few words. Her streaming tears trickled down onto her father's face.

"I'll remember you always. Know that I am proud and so lucky to have been your daughter. I'll be sure to live the rest of my life making you proud. I'll carry out your last wish." She moved her face and placed a kiss on her father's cheek.

There were so many things that the king wanted to say to his daughter but there was only one he thought was most important, "I love y—" but his words were cut short by his daughter driving the knife into his body and putting his life to an end. Estella felt something inside of her snap–there was a ringing in her ears. But even through that irritating ringing, she hears a scream and she can't help but wonder where it's coming from.

It was not until she felt the burning in her throat that she realized it was her own screams that she was hearing. The soldiers outside of the tent felt their blood run cold, already knowing in their hearts what those haunting wails meant. When the princess had entered the tent earlier, the soldiers saw a young, innocent girl walk in, but when they saw her walk out with blood splatters all over her, that once innocent girl was gone and out emerged a warrior who now knows the horrors of war. Estella crumbles to her knees, the same blade she had used to kill her father in her hand, she raises it, placing it behind her head, grips her long hair in her empty hand. And with one quick decisive swipe she cuts through her hair and her beloved long flowing locks scatter along with the wind.

Estella doesn’t remember the trip back home, let alone even getting back on her horse. She led the soldiers back with the king’s corpse in tow, along with the fallen soldiers. The castle was filled with the wails of a new born prince, but soon after the soldiers arrived back with the news of the king's passing, the castle was filled with the wails of mourners. Later, not too long after the queen’s coronation Cinnabar's borders began to close, and security forces were amplified. Estella took it upon herself to focus more on her sword and close-range combat skills. The queen delegated most of her duties to her two eldest children so she could rest up after giving birth and to properly mourn her husband. Soon enough after dedicating herself day and night to honing her skills, Estella found herself surpassing her brother as well as her sword master. Her brother, who had taken over the military operations after their father's death, then felt it was better under Estella’s command. Estella trained them hard, making sure another atrocity like El Día de Oscuridad – what the disastrous day became known as – never happened again. All the soldiers were initially upset that the princess had taken command, but once they saw that her skills easily outweighed theirs and she was quick to defeat the strongest soldier, they whipped themselves into shape. But even after going through the princess' vigorous training, they still couldn't defeat her. She quickly earned their respect and soon enough tales of her strength spread throughout the kingdom and even reached into other kingdoms and across the ocean and into the next continent. The Cinnabarian military could now give the Obsidian military a run for their money, and their commander was not even 15 years old yet. Estella also took it upon herself to personally inspect the borders every so often, making sure everything was up to her standards. More than once did she have to scare the Achroite military away. After the first handful of times she got annoyed and each time she always noticed the tall, blonde man standing in front of the soldiers. She would always roll her eyes before blowing into her death whistle which would always make them run away. Then slowly Estella stopped her inspections of the borders once everything was running smoothly. Now that international security had been dealt with, she assisted her brother with domestic affairs and with helping the people of Cinnabar. Estella continued to grow up in Cinnabar without seeing any of the other Kingdoms, but she always kept up with current affairs and events. Staying within Cinnabar had become the normative for the royal Cinnabar siblings that it came as a shock to them when one night at dinner the Queen asked them, “How do you feel about Cinnabar re-opening its borders?”

Bonus:

The Queen holds her newborn princess in her arms — peacefully asleep with a slight pout to her lips. "She's so beautiful - perfect even." The king says with misty eyes.

"Now how do we name something so perfect?" The Queen says while never taking her eyes off of her precious gem. A gentle finger stroking the soft skin of the princesses hand.

"The other day, I was looking at some danburite gems and I thought to myself, "These look like stars." They were so pretty. And it made me think, "Stars....

Estrellas... Estella."

"Estella... That's beautiful."

"Danburite is the gem of Cinnabar... and if you like..., Estella will be the gem in our life."

"I do... it's the perfect name for her. Do you hear that?

Your name is Estella, do you like it?"

And it was almost as if the stars aligned in that moment as the princess opened her sparkling eyes that shared the same color and shine as danburite.

Tags: @queengiuliettafirstlady

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[kittyball23]

Hooked (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: With Branch and Poppy engaged, the brothers decide to get another pair in the love game

A/N: Serves as a follow-up to my oneshot “The Proposal,” with slight tweaks

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There were a lot of Trolls cheering, but, if Clay had to take a guess, Viva was probably the one who was cheering the loudest of them all. Everybody was very excited over Queen Poppy’s engagement, and it made perfect sense why her sister would be one of the ones in the crowd who was making the most noise. Why, she even sounded louder than him, John Dory, Spruce, and Floyd combined, who were trying to make sure that they cheered extra loud for their youngest bro Branch, who was also the one getting engaged, too!

Clay beamed and continued to clap, his youngest brother not quite finished with his sudden kissing spree with the Pop Queen. He was surprised to hear that Branch had not yet kissed his girlfriend – the one he’d been goo-goo eyed for nearly the entire trip – and if he were being honest, he felt a tad bit envious of the youngest BroZone member… and it was not because of the kingly status that he was to obtain. No, he felt the envy for how confident Branch was, expressing his love for his now-fiancé, soon to be wife. Clay wished he had some of that same confidence when it came to expressing his own feelings for a certain other pink princess, who just so happened to be related to Poppy. He peeked over at her, feeling his cheeks get warm and his focus zero in. How in the world did Branch get himself out of the friendzone? Clay wondered, wishing he could ask his brother right there and then, but aware that he probably had a lot of other things on his mind. And 99% of things were probably about Queen Poppy.

Luckily, though, he had three other brothers, and they seemed to catch his vibe right away.

“Alrighty, Clay, we got Branch hooked. Now it’s your turn,” Spruce said, putting an arm around him.

The lime-green-haired Troll gave him an astonished look. “What?”

“Dude, you know what he’s talking about!” John Dory piped up, making a non-discrete gesture over at Viva. Then he made a shooing motion at Clay. “Go on, go get ‘er!”

“Um, excuse me?” Clay said, trying to prevent a full blush from coating his cheeks. He frowned slightly and glanced at Spruce. “Bro, haven’t you played cupid enough for one day?”

The purple-haired Troll chuckled. “You can’t ignore the sting of the lovebug, my brother. When it happens, it happens, and you gotta just go with the flow, you know what I’m saying?” Before Clay could even answer, Spruce continued. “So here’s the for real deal: all you gotta do is ask if she’ll go with you to the wedding.”

Clay crossed his arms. “This isn’t the prom, yo.”

“It’s still an op!”

Clay rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

“Dude, you scared or something?” JD asked.

Clay looked startled. Was his brother really that dense? Of course this was petrifying! He would’ve told him so if his mouth hadn’t decided to start stuttering instead of giving a firm reply.

“W-well… uh… you see, it’s, um… I…”

Thankfully for him, Floyd spoke up, not as pushy as the elder two brothers. “Clay, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. I’m sure there’s still some other chances that will come up, you know.”

Clay could breathe a sigh of relief to hear that. And he probably would’ve left it at that, seeking some other time to make his move on Viva. But then he really thought about it, and completely disagreed with the idea. He’d had his secret pining for the Putt Putt Queen for years, telling himself that he would put it off and off until the right time came. And so far, nothing had progressed from their friendship status.

“Actually,” Clay began, tentatively, “I think JD and Spruce are right. I think I’ve kinda gotta do this,” he said to Floyd, shooting the magenta Troll an apologetic look. Floyd took it in stride though, offering a little smile in support of Clay’s decision.

But now came the tough part. The actual execution.

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“My sister is getting married! My sister is getting married!” Viva sang out loud, over and over, hopping up and down on the spot and unable to contain her excitement. Viva had a lot of happy days, but this was one of the happiest by far! She couldn’t be prouder of Poppy and the future she had in store with the one she loved. She was so caught up in the frenzy of the moment, that she hardly noticed she was being called, at least until she bumped right into the said person in one of her twirls.

“Hey, um, VivaaAAH!” the newcomer yelped when her weight knocked against him.

Viva was quick to apologize. “OH! Oh, I’m so sorry! I totally didn’t mean that!”

“Oh, it’s all cool,” he said, and Viva could now see that it was her good friend Clay. He avoided eye contact for a second, brushing off his cardigan, and then cleared his throat. “So, um… congrats on your sis, for um, y’know, the engagement and all.”

Viva beamed. “Awww, well thank you, Clay! Congratulations on your brother for the engagement, too! You must be so happy!”

Clay chuckled, and nodded. “Yeah, I am… It’s kinda weird seeing the ‘baby’ of the group all grown up and stuff, gettin’ hitched and all. But weird in a good way!”

Viva giggled. “I’m sure!”

“Yeah…” Clay rubbed his arm and took a breath, swallowing before he continued speaking. “So, um, Viva... I was wonderin’, you know, if you wanted to, uhhh… come with me to the wedding?” He cringed a little, like he wasn’t sure what she was going to say.

“Oh, well that’s a great idea!” Viva exclaimed cheerfully. “You, me and your brothers can all meet up and get seats closest to the altar. Actually, Poppy and Branch might even let us stand by them at the altar! I really hope Poppy’ll pick me as a bridesmaid. But, huh, I wonder – can there be best men? I always thought there was usually one best man, but how can Branch pick one of you guys? I mean, you’re all like his pals, right? Just like Poppy and me! Anyway, I’m sure it’ll work itself out, I’m just so excited!!”

“Oh…” Clay said, after Viva had finished her excitable rambling. He looked startled, and then spoke slowly. “Um, right, Viva, but, heheh… that’s umm, not exactly what I meant,” he mumbled.

“Huh?” Viva cocked her head, noticing now that Clay seemed to have a slightly nervous expression on his face. He was shuffling his weight from foot to foot, and his fingers were twitching against each other. Still, he looked her straight in the eyes and spoke.

“Viva, what I mean is, do you wanna come with me, as a… y’know… as a d-date?”

Viva blinked. And then she gasped. Clay wanted to ask her to be his date? Plenty of folks came to weddings with a partner, adding on to the lovey-dovey mood that made up the grand festivity. To be asked took her aback.

“And if you say yes,” Clay hurriedly continued, putting his hands out, “maybe we could, um, go on an actual date or something sometime afterwards, and be a – a little more than friends?”

By this point, Viva could feel herself bubbling with joy. “You mean like a boyfriend-and-girlfriend sort of thing??” she asked, barely able to breathe. “Like, we could hold hands, and take long walks on the beach by the sunset, and have moonlight dinners, and share a milkshake with two straws, and you can think of ways to make me laugh, and I can think of ways to make you laugh, and we can play with each other’s hair, and rub our noses against each other’s, and we can give each other flowers, and hug each other all the time, and you can tell me all about how much you love me, and I can tell you all about how much I love you?!”

Clay was speechless for a moment. “Uhhh… sure!”

Viva giggled. “Clay, I think you’re so sweet and wonderful… and I’d really love for us to do ALL of that together!” She giggled again, and then leapt at him, engulfing him a huge embrace. Clay was wide-eyed and disbelieving about what had just happened, but ever grateful and happy. He hugged Viva back with just as much fervor, even lifting her up off the ground for a little twirl that made her squeal. They looked each other in the eyes afterwards, and then Viva continued her cheering for Poppy, this time, if it were even possible, even more energetic than before.

Clay took the opportunity to scamper back to John Dory, Spruce, and Floyd, who all had knowing looks on their faces.

“Way to go with the flow, Ro-me-o!” JD sang out, busting out a rhyme. Spruce gave him a small smirk and a thumbs up, while Floyd gave Clay’s arm a small squeeze of congrats.

Clay would’ve made some kinda snarky comment, or cracked a joke, but for now, he just blushed and playfully punched his older brother’s arm. Him and Viva were hooked – and that was no joke!

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A/N: In case it wasn’t implied enough in the Meeting Viva and Clay chapter, I have hopped aboard the Clay x Viva ship

My initial train of thought when it came to theorizing which brother Viva would end up with, if any, was Spruce, since he was described in the BroZone website to be the flirty heartthrob of the group. I guess it never crossed my mind that he would already be married with kids! I’ve also shifted more into Clay x Viva mode since they would seem to know each other already (given that they both live in Putt Putt Village) and the fact that Clay is described as now being serious, and Viva is described as “Poppy 1000x” – a kind of similar dynamic to our Broppy ship we have now. Who knows, maybe we'll get a little tease towards their relationship at the end :)

#trolls #trolls 3 #trolls band together #clay trolls #viva trolls #john dory #spruce trolls #floyd trolls #branch trolls #poppy trolls #broppy #brozone #dreamworks #fanfiction #kittyball writes

[rainbowrocketquotes]

random little post to spruce up the posting on here because I live and die by the queue function and by god have I been forgetting to add to it

presenting: what music I think the villains listen to

//note : this is based mostly off of people I associate with the villains because everyone I hang out with is a music freak. if you think an 50 hour playlist is bad, wait until you get a hold of my best friend's 600 hour one

Giovanni

No way in hell this man isn't a swing fan. His playlist is exclusively 50's—70's and there is no coherent genre. If you listen to music with him you could be vibing to Marvin Gaye and then Elvis could come on.

Maxie

Pry Roar and The Front Bottoms from his cold, dead hands. Just BIG Folk Punk vibes from him. Also, a good amount of Alt-Rock. His guilty pleasure, though? Country music. He's probably the one that listens to the most music, just because he feels like the kind of guy that can't work without background noise.

Archie

Very well rounded, says he doesn't have a preference, but has a slight one for rock music. Specifically he enjoys 80s & 90s metal. He feels like the kind of guy to be really into Megadeth. Maybe sprinkle some Tech N9ne in there for flavor.

Cyrus

Realistically he's definitely a full Alternative fan. I think he's super into Weirdcore (See: Lemon Demon, Will Wood) but would never admit it. He also listens to Emo Rap and Russian Rap on occasion but doesn't really consider them favourites. He pretends he doesn't like music, though, so he only really gets to listen to what other people force him to.

Ghetsis

Screamo, next question—

Kidding, but he really does like screamo, metal, and hard rock. He'll pretend he only likes vague classical music to seem more mysterious and then you look at his history and it's all Slaughter to Prevail and Korn.

Colress

I like to think he doesn't really listen to music in his free time. He usually listens to whatever is on, which is usually Ghetsis's screamo. He keeps him from ruining speakers. He does enjoy Green Day, though, and some Olivia Rodrigo.

Lysandre

He really likes single instrument covers, especially violin. Absolute Lindsey Stirling fanboy. Also enjoys Lana Del Rey and MARINA a lot. Those kinds of pop artists, you know?

Guzma

He's definitely the most well-rounded with his tastes, mostly because he listens to a lot of it. He listens to a lot of pre-2010s hip-hop & rnb. He loves dance music and electronica as well, and generally just a lot of old school stuff. Anything from 2pac to Gewn Stefani, baby. Mood/genre-switched covers are also a thing, and just covers in general. Catch him in his room at 2am listening to egg on repeat (then back away awkwardly and shut the door because he gets too into it and starts crying).

Lusamine

Listens to a lot of what Lysandre does. Lorde, Billie Eilish, anything hard pop that can pass as alternative. Nobody will ever trust her with the aux/bluetooth/radio/etc. because she always plays music nobody likes. She once got into a fight with Cyrus on what is and isn't alternative music and he didn't speak to her for a month after.

Bonuses, villains I don't include on the blog

Rose

Classical music. Bach & Chopin always playing from his office. More for ominous ambiance than anything, but he does genuinely enjoy it.

Oleana

She doesn't really listen to music, but she likes rap. She won't go out of her way to listen to anything, though.

Volo

Echoey latin chants with ambient noises in the background /hj. If he was in the modern day, I think he'd like NF and Panic! At the Disco.

#tag yourself I'm most of them because I'm a music freak #no i have still not played scarvi #no i do not have the MONEY to play scarvi #therefore i will not play scarvi #pokemon #rainbow rocket #colress #colress pokemon #guzma #guzma pokemon #maxie #maxie pokemon #giovanni #Giovanni pokemon #ghetsis #ghetsis harmonia gropius #cyrus #cyrus pokemon #lysandre #lysandre pokemon #archie #archie pokemon #oleana pokemon #rose #rose pokemon #volo #volo pokemon #oleana

[cedricstories2]

Wands..(18+!!!!!!!)

Alright, y'all. It’s here. Cedric x reader with vag. no mention of pronouns (that I’m aware of) 1,600 words

Warnings: SMUT!! Hardcore smut lol. Dom/sub vibes. Throat fucking, gaging, orgasm play, slight bondage?? Lmk if there's more I’m missing. Very heavy content. (and also super cheesy and I feel like its cringe cause I’m the one who wrote it lol)

I semi proof read but not super well. sorry for any mistakes!! 

We were in the garden and Cedric was preforming a few spells to spruce up the place. Roland stood to the side of me and watched as it all went down.

“Wonderful, Cedric!” The king exclaimed. “You are doing a great job on fixing the old place.”

“Thank you, sire.” Cedric smiled.

I stood watching the two chats. I watched as Cedric flicked his wand up and down. The beads of magic came wisping out of the end like shimmering meteors. I slowly raised my gaze up the sorcerer’s body and watched has his body moved in slight gestures as he talked. His hands would motion every once and awhile whenever he got talking about something he was passionate about. His hand grasping the wand would move as well, making the thing wiggle and bend as he shifted.

        I was content watching him. Happy to know I had finally met the love of my life.

        After some time, the King and Cedric were finished and so was the garden. As we walked back to the castle Cedric locked eyes with me and gave a peculiar smile.

        “What?” I questioned with a laugh.

Cedric chuckled. “Oh, nothing, I just noticed how much you liked watching me use my wand today.”

        “Oh?”

“Yes,” He leaned in close to your ear and grabbing your arm tight. “If you like it that much, I might just have to use it on you.”

        Later that night, you both were finally heading back to Cedric’s tower. I was walking down the hall in the castle while Cedric followed next to me.

        He looked over at me, grinned, and offered his arm for me to hold on to.

        “Thank you?” I replied to the movement.

        He just nodded. A few minutes later, he reached into his robe and pulled out his wand. He held it at his side and acted as if everything was normal.

        Suddenly, I felt my something in between my legs. I gasped and looked down to see nothing. Cedric continued walking, but as soon as I tried taking my hand off of him, he guided me back.

        A few minutes later, I felt a slow, faint vibrating sensation over my clit. I tried shifting my legs back and forth, but it didn’t stop. All the sudden, the vibration began racing and felt like something was sucking on me.

        I shrieked and felt my legs buckle as I walked. Cedric continued and drug me along with him.

        “Come along.” He smiled.

I gave a quiet moan as I felt something enter my pussy.

        “Hush, y/I. You don’t want anyone thinking you’re mad now do you?” He joked.

        “Cedric!” I whispered. “What-“

Just when I was going to ask what was happening, I noticed his hand still on his wand, every so slightly waving it.

        “You wouldn’t!”

“Oh, but I would.” He quipped, wrapping his arm around me.

        I felt the sucking become stronger and I had to hold in a moan. We were so close to the tower. I was so close.

        I fumbled up the stairs and propped myself against the wall as he began unlocking the door.

        “Close, are we?”

I gasped, “Yes...”

        “Well,” he unlocked the door. “let’s see about that.”

As soon as the door opened, I scrambled through. I felt the vibrations increase and I collapsed to the floor.

        “Okay, it’s soundproofed- “

I let out a loud moan and felt my hips buck.

        “Cedric!” I squealed, feeling my release getting ever closer.

Cedric walked over to his desk, picked up his stool, and set it down in front of you. He sat down and looked down at me as I moaned and cried.

        “I-fuck I’m so close!!”

Cedric didn’t say a word but never took his eyes off you.

        “Cedric!” I screamed.

“Yes, darling?” He asked calmly.

        “I-I-“I began to moan again. I was noticing I wasn’t about to release.

        “Use your words.”

I moaned louder. “I-I can’t- “

        Cedric leaned down and put two fingers under my chin and raised my head up to look at him.

“Can’t what?” He teased.

        “I can’t cum!!” I yelled.

Cedric smiled. I felt the vibration speed up again and I screamed.

        “Cedric! What the fuck is happening?”

He leaned back again and waved his wand in my face. Suddenly, I realized.

        “F-fuck you!” I moaned.

He got up and began walking around me.

        “Oh, y/n. I love to hear you beg. Watch your little body quiver and shake as your plea for your release. Sure, I could let you come undone now, or I could just take so much for pleasure for myself and watch you.”

        I moaned even louder. He knew damn well what he was doing. My pussy became even wetter as he continued.

        “I like it when you’re helpless, my dear. I like to see you pushed to your limits and begging for mercy. I love being in control of your body with just one wave.” He said, increasing the vibrations on your clit.

        You became louder and felt your legs tremble. You were on your hands and knees at this point, trying anything to override the spell.

        “Cedric!! I-I’ll do anything!! Anything you want!! Please just let me cum! I-I would do anything!!” I whimpered into the ground.

        Cedric paused. “Anything?”

“Any fucking thing you want!!”

        He laughed. “I like the sound of that.” You felt everything stop and you begin to whine.

        “Shush, now, if you want me to let you come undone then so be it.” He waved his wand, but you felt nothing. “There, I released the spell. Now, you said you would do anything I wanted, correct?”

        “Yes.” I panted.

“Well then,” He conjured a chair, sat down, and began taking off his pants, his cock springing out.

        I felt my mouth water.

“Come here and sit.”

        I began to get up to walk over but heard him clear his throat.

“No, on your hands and needs, my love.”

        I got back down and crawled over to him. I sat down in between his legs and looked up innocently at him.

        “Just tell me what to do, sir” I breathed, watching his dick twitch. I noticed his eyes change and realized if I played my cards right, I could end up in charge of him.

        His suddenly had a stern look on his face.

“Get to work.”

        “Yes, sir” I smiled and got into position. I began kissing up his thigh. I loved the way his breath hitched when I did that. I kissed up his shaft and glided my tongue back down it before touching his tip.

        I slide my lips back up and gently licked his slit, causing him to let out a small moan.

        “Does that feel good?”

He let his head roll back and he gave a high pitched “mm, hmm” in response.

        I tried teasing him more but suddenly I felt his hand shove my mouth all the way over his dick.

        “Tap my leg if it gets to be too much, okay, darling?” I moaned and bobbed my head as a reply.

        “Good girl” he groaned. He held my head firmly in place and started thrusting his dick into me.

        I moaned on him as he continued. Cedric has a thing for control (even if he usually ends up being the sub) and this was setting him on fire. He loved seeing you taking him in so well. He began to speed up and the sudden change in pace made me gag. I was afraid he wouldn’t like that noise (even if it was involuntary) but as soon as I began to gag, he moans loudly.

        He let go of my head and I kept deep throating him faster.

“Fuck, Y/n!” He said, taking my mouth off of him. He was getting too close but didn’t want things to end quite yet.

        I could tell his guard was down. I thought I had just found a kink of his too. I decided to take this opportunity to change things up.

        I got up top of him and slowly slid onto his dick with my soaked pussy.

        He moaned and grabbed at my breasts. He began massaging them as I started riding him.

        “Oh, y/n, I’m about to-“

“Not yet.” I smiled, suddenly finding some confidence. I saw him shoot a look of pleasure and confusion at me.

        “But-“

“Not until I say so.”

        He whined as I kept bouncing on his dick. I was so close and was panting. I felt his hand slide between us, and he began fondling my clit. Between his dick, hands, and moans, he sent me over the edge with a loud cry.

        He couldn’t help but cum with me. I felt him fill me up. After a few minutes of panting and holding each other, I wanted to see if there could be a round two.

        “Are you okay to continue?” I asked.

“well,” he have a sheepish smile. “I’d love to be your playtoy..”

“What did I tell you?” I panted.

        “Hm?”

I clenched my pussy around his soft dick making him shriek.

        “Oh god!” he hissed.

“What did I tell you?”

        His face turned bright red.  

        “you disobeyed.” I said, noticing his dick twitch.

“I-um-“

        “what happens when we cum without permission?”

        I got up, instructed him to follow me to the bedroom. As soon as we got there, I shoved him onto the bed and smirked seeing his dick was hard already.

        “Stay.” I said as I rummaged through the closet.

Walking back over I grabbed his wrist and began tying it to the headboard.

        “The safe word is strawberries… and by the way..you better call me master.”

#cedric the sorcerer x reader #cedric the sorcerer #cedric the sensational x reader #Smut #Cedric the sorcerer x reader smut #heavy smut

[lostalioth]

hi jules <3 may I request a lil thing?

what do you think of a fluffy thor x reader taking care of sick!reader? or sam wilson x reader, whatever inspires you the most. thanks sweets!!

(this is for @openheart-odinson to cheer her up <33)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐩

→ premise: thor isnt too familiar with the common midguardian cold, all he knows is you arent feeling well. in an attempt to do his best taking care of you, he resorts to goggle.

→ paring: thor odinson x fem!reader

→ warnings: fluff, sick!reader, established relationship, reader being taken care of, slight himbo!thor, possibly ooc thor, nicknames [babe, love, sweetheart]

→ a/n: ahh so I’ve never written for thor but I couldn’t help be a bit self indulgent and do the option of thor taking care of reader, as well as couldn’t help doing this request because it is from alix

Thor was still very new to all things midgardian, no matter how much time he’s spent on earth and around mortals. Therefore some of the things you do and go through that are normal to you are a mystery to him, though he loves you deeply he does question you quite often.

“What’s wrong, love?” He questioned as he walked into your shared master bedroom. “You seem upset, why are you still in bed? its noon” his voice was laced with worry and confusion now. He brings a hand up to your face to rub his thumb across your cheek and the skin under your eye. The small action made your heart swell with affection. Through a small cough you manage to get out a sentence “I have a cold” your voice came out cracked near the end, worrying your boyfriend even further.

Your head feels very hazy and cloudy, sinuses so congested that you have to resort to breathing through your mouth.

“Well if you’re cold, I’ll just go fetch you a blanket to warm you up silly girl” he lifts his hand off up, causing a whimper to escape your lips like a plea. Giving you a look full of love and sympathy he turns on his heels to head to the old spruce trunk where all the extra bedding and blankets are stored. You weakly shake your head no at him, unbeknownst to him as his wide shoulders and back were now facing you. “No thor, i have a cold, as in im sick” your voice somehow comes out weaker than before.

“Sick?? Do i need to phone the doctor babe, is it bad?” His joking tone switched quickly back to the confused and concerned tone it had before. You let out a small throaty chuckle that leads to a big cough. Thor is quick to inch forward to you to lay a hand on the middle of your back in an attempt to comfort you, as you sit up in bed for what felt like the first time in hours. Once your coughing fit calmed down you looked up at him as he let out a small huff in relief, though his brows remained furrowed. “No my love, I’ll be fine, it's a common illness. It usually passes in a few days.” You offer the teddy bear of a man comforting you a smile as best as you can muster. “Have you never had a cold before? Or the flu?” Thor seemed completely oblivious to what a cold was so you were very curious and it was now your turn to look confused.

“Most of us asgardians are immune to your earthly illnesses and diseases sweetheart”. You give him a small nod in acknowledgment as your eyes grew heavier.

“I’ll let you rest babe, sweet dreams” a small smile spreads across thor's face as you snuggle down under the plush covers, letting sleep quickly consume you. He leans down and leaves a quick peck on your forehead before heading out of the bedroom and down the hall. While you laid peacefully in your soft bed, giving your body some well needed rest, he had a mission.

Softly opening and closing the door to your office he settles down into your soft desk chair getting to work. He knew enough about how to use the computer from missions with Stark and what you've taught him that he is able to open google. Signing into his account instead of yours, he got right to work researching cold remedies. He was determined to help you the best he could.

After enough research he set off into the kitchen to make you a hot cup of tea as well as a bowl of chicken noodle soup. As the tea steeped and the soup was heating up he drew you a warm bath, setting out new clothes for you on the counter. One of his old shirts that you loved stealing and he loved seeing you wear even if it was a tad big on you. As well as a new pair of underwear and socks. He also sets out your shampoo, conditioner, body wash and all the other things needed.

After waking you up to bring you the cup of tea and soup to make sure you’ve eaten, he carries you to the en suite bathroom attached to your master bedroom and begins bathing you.

For the rest of the day he tends to you in any way you need, bringing you a snack, water, medicine whatever he could possibly get.

In the end the best remedy for your cold was a good night's rest, thor's arms holding you tight to his chest.

→ a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! and i hope thor wasn’t too outta character :)

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[xydamcg]

Newest member 9.2

Ghost x f character!

Cw: almost smut, making out, ushy gushy her pus—, finger fuck? Teasing, flirting, things that lead to S E X

Summary: Just read it babes.

MasterList

MINORS DNI— I’ll snitch. 👀

Ty had finally got her bags and her temporary dorm for her stay while on base, Price was on his feet like he hadn’t been drinking merely hours before his day started. Ty helped out with paperwork and filing some things away for him while they figured out what to do to celebrate Christmas, none of the main 141 crew having a family to visit back home during the holidays like most. Price decided to plan a Christmas party, but Ty was terrible at planning for events so she told him to have Kate help him. She made sure he made one thing a requirement, fancy attire. They had to dress up, she was tired of seeing everyone in their tactical gear and field clothing. They all needed to spruce it up a little, no one was sure to get a jump on them on Christmas that was just crazy. Right?

The day moved by slowly maybe because she actually wasn’t busy doing things to keep her mind occupied, she did unpack her bags while she hung around her room not wanting to get too comfortable of course. Since she did have free time actually she decided to head into town near by for groceries and try to pick of some Christmas gifts for everyone. On her journey she managed to get Price a “world best uncle” mug in addition to a new silencer for one of his pistols, Gaz some new sunglasses and a fine new pair of gloves and a little compass since he could never get a sense of direction when in field. Kate would receive a free spa day coupon and a book Ty remembered she wanted terribly but would never buy herself and she got Soap a custom patch for his vest that said “Greatest Scott in 141” along with a new watch.

She knew none of them would be expecting anything so it made it all that much more a surprising. She even got Simon a few things, she was excited to see his reaction the most. Arriving back at base was a hassle literally avoiding every area on base she knew her companions could possibly be. And the groceries were added extra weight she didn’t need. Safely making it to her room she hid everything in her closet until she got time to wrap them later.

It wasn’t until around six she got a knock on her door, literally just getting to her room from a shower she sighed in slight frustration that whoever it was had to be knocking now. Ty waddled back to the door pulling it open to see the perpetrator was Simon, she smiled and let him in. “What’s up?” She asked closing the door behind him and locking it with ease. “Just finished some training with Johnny and Gaz.” He said as she moved to her dresser pulling out some clothes to change into. “What did you guys work on?” She asked turning her back to him as he took a rest against the kitchen counter. She stepped into her underwear before pulling off her towel, tossing it into the hamper across from her. “Just shootin’ and gorilla warfare.” He said, Ty could feel his eyes boring into her body as she finally pulled her shirt over her head letting it fall just below her hips. “Really? Gorilla warfare.” She continued as she pulled her wet hair from her face now turning to him. His eyes lifted to hers as she raised an eyebrow with that dumb smirk on her face. “My eyes certainly aren’t down there are they?” She asked curiously making Simon shift his stance. “They could be.” He retorted making her roll her eyes as she moved into the kitchen.

“Want something to eat? I can make…pasta.” She offered opening the fridge and bending over as she looked for the thawing chicken she stuck inside for dinner. “What did you do with ya day?” He asked making her shrug lightly. “Just went grocery shopping, I went Christmas shopping too..oh! Price and Kate are throwing a Christmas party for everyone..” Again Simon’s eyes roamed the entirety of her exposed body at his leisure, not caring as he was caught once again. “Simon, seriously?” She asked him as he finally caught her eyes again. He shrugged causing her to shake her head tossing the thawed chicken onto the counter before she rummaged for the other things she’d need. “Go occupy your mind elsewhere.” She told him slightly annoyed that he wasn’t really listening to her. Simon didn’t want her to be truly pissed with him so he approached her from behind slipping his arms around her torso. “Tell me again, I’ll listen.” He told her feeling her relax into his hold. “I was just saying how the Christmas party was a thing Price and Kate were gonna plan and how we have to dress up. I was also telling you how I got gifts for everyone for Christmas. I could of been telling you that I was the worlds next terrorist and you wouldn’t heard told me because you were too busy stealing looks at my ass.” She grumbled as she occupied her mind with making dinner rather than how it felt so nice to be held like this, by him.

“It’s a nice ass can you blame me?” He asked only to receive an elbow to his ribs, he released her quickly in an attempt to escape but failed. “You’re unbelievable.” She huffed shaking her head, Simon smirked thinking it was quite comical to see her urked how she was. “What can I do to make you forgive me?” He purred huskily returning to his place behind her. Ty felt her focus sputter slightly as she felt his lips press against her neck through his mask. “Maybe stop being a pain in my ass.” She said making him chuckle lowly. “I’ll leave more than just pain there.” He mused smartly, Ty had to chose her words carefully around this man because he was always turning it back around on her. “Simon..” she whined pushing him away. Simon moved back giving her space, his hands falling to his sides. “What’s wrong?” He asked her seriously, Ty peeked over her shoulder at him before she turned fully. “You’re just distracting me and I’m trying to make something to eat. You never even answered me when I asked if you wanted to any.” She said with a soft whine to her tone. “I do. I just haven’t see you since this morning.” He explained referring to why he was being the way he was.

He wasn’t able to stop thinking about her while she was away from him, he found his mind drifting to her. That sweet smile or her annoyingly cute giggle, her long beautiful dark hair. Even the way she snored in her sleep. She was running a race around his mind, being around her was enough to put him at ease. Ty frowned at his explanation, now she felt like she was being mean. She knew it wasn’t easy for him to express everything he was feeling quite yet how she did but he had his way of showing how he felt. “Now I feel sucky for being a meanie.” She told him as she wiped her hands on a towel from the stove. “Come here.” She said opening her arms to him as she stepped toward his large form. She lifted his balaclava up to his nose before puckering her lips for a kiss. Gladly accepting he leaned down collecting a kiss, she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck. “Forgive me?”

His hands found their place on her waist pulling her into him, the tiniest moan leaving her. Ty felt her cheeks begin to burn as he pressed kiss after kiss down to her neck where he began to explore the new territory. “Always.” He noticed her grip tighten on him as he kissed the skin of her exposed collar bone, something that would be kept note of for later. Ty gasped as he effortlessly lifted her from the floor, her legs locking around his waist in a bind. Catching his lips as he pulled back from her neck, she held onto his vest while he sat her on the counter. Simon’s hands slid under her shirt causing goosebumps to raise on her skin. There was no way they were about to get down and dirty in her kitchen. Needing a little more air than she was getting she pulled back—but her lack of air didn’t stop Simon from continuing his exploration of her body. His hands moved further up her body until they came to her breasts. Ty felt like she was going to implode, she had forgotten about dinner already. One of his hands groped her breast, kneading her budding nipple between his fingers. “Si-Simon.” She breathed as she felt her pussy clench, the arousal making her tighten her legs around him momentarily.

Simon pulled back only slightly so he could provide enough space to sink his fingers into her underwear. Ty didn’t know what was turning her on more, the anticipation of being finger fucked on her kitchen counter while he wore that damn balaclava or the fact that his eyes never left her—eating up every single response her body gave when he touched her. He was learning something new, he was sure to pay attention so he could perfect his technique like he has everything else in his life. Ty loosened her legs from his waist as she spread them, needing to give him more access to her soaking pussy. “Please..” she mewled trying to press herself against his fleeting touch. Simon saw the chance to tease her so he was going to take it, he wanted to see how long it’d take for her to snap. Ty was doing a terrible job at controlling herself which would be quite embarrassing if she wasn’t in a daze of ecstasy. “Please what?” He questioned lowly, the edge to his tone making her squirm closer to him but he gently pushed her away earning a whine. “You’re a big girl use your words.” Simon ordered as his hand slid to the valley of her chest where he rested it, his other that had began to make it’s home between her legs pulled away.

He was really doing this right now? He wanted her to say it out loud? Of course he did. “—“ not even getting the breath to actually ask, the base intercom system crackled to life. “Ghost to hanger 437 for missile defense debrief please, I repeat Ghost to hanger 437 for missile defense debrief over.” Great fucking timing. Ty felt her body deflate in defeat, her eyes glaring up at Simon even though it wasn’t his fault. “You better not fuckin’ move a muscle. I’ll be back.” He growled, whew baby she thought he couldn’t get any hotter until he did. His hand gripped her neck through the neck hole in her shirt pulling her into a lustful kiss, her whimpering moan making him kiss her harder. She cursed the universe for taking him away from her in a time like this, her hold on him unfortunately not enough to make him stay. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, I wouldn’t want to solve this problem alone.” She rasped against his lips referencing to her soaked underwear. “Fuck. You’re lucky I have to go.” He grumbled in irritation before pulling away from her completely, she watched as he slipped out the room not missing a beat as he concealed his face again.

Left alone with quite a few feelings Ty slumped against the counter. She was now needing some sort of release but she wouldn’t please her flesh no matter how much she really wanted to. Climbing down from the counter she moved toward the sink, her knees wobbling as she let out a small whimper feeling her underwear sink between her slick folds. “Jesus Christ.” She said as she turned on the water to actually begin dinner.

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Tag list: @ellouisa17 @hypernovaxx

A/N: I don’t usually do smut writing but I just had to add an extra dab of spice!

#cod mw22 #ghost #simon riley #soap mw2 #captain price #series #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #141 #modern warfare #original content

[stormee-jiiva]

A Plush Doll

lol I'm fucking miserable right now and tightly cuddling Kyo plushie is my number one comfort then I had the idea of this with it being some kind of reverse Isekai where instead of Kyō ending up in our world to find out he's fictional what if we were the fictional ones. I'm very tired.

theres no dragons mentioned but know that theyre there in my brain

Edit: omfg I'm dumb and forgot the title

Rengoku Kyōjurō x Fictional!MC

Warnings: I have literally no clue what I even wrote. Literally no proofreading.

Kyōjurō had owned the plush doll for years. His mother had made it for him as a small child after he'd read a certain book about a far off land full of all kinds of possibilities. As a child Kyōjurō adored your character, even if you weren't the main star of the show you certainly were to him. So much so that Kyōjurō's mother had gone out of the way to make an adorable little plush doll of you.

As the years passed and his duties as a demon slayer took priority Kyōjurō found himself forgetting of the plush doll still hidden away in his room.

It a particularly tumultuous autumn afternoon. Senjurō attending to his home as his father remained secluded in his room.

Senjurō had swept, and tidied almost every room in the estate that day before coming to his brother's room.

Kyōjurō had been gone on a mission for the past few days, and while his room wasn't particularly messy it could certainly use a little spruce up considering the disheveled futon, sticking out drawers and scrambled closet, not to mention the fine layer of dust that coated the majority of surfaces or the slight must in the air.

After such a long mission surely Kyōjurō would like to at least sleep in a comfortably made futon, or be able to relax in his room without breathing stale air. So, Senjurō got to work.

When Kyōjurō got home later the next day he was pleasantly surprised to come home to such a clean room, he expected the half abandoned look that had become ever present. Kyōjurō thanked his little brother profusely for doing such a good job, promising to get the little firecracker something special next time he was at the markets for being so thoughtful.

When Kyōjurō had finally gone to lay down in his futon he didn't certainly didn't expect to feel something poking at his back. Nor did he expect it to be the plush doll that he'd cared so much for as a child. Cradling the old yet perfect condition plush in his scarred hands.

Kyōjurō found himself reminiscing of the doll and the book they were based off. Senjurō must have found you when he was cleaning. Kyōjurō was grateful he did as the peaceful memories played in his mind. The time your character was first introduced, the way your character departed, when his mother noticed his infatuation and decided to oh so lovingly craft the beautiful plush doll that now sat cradled in his once soft hands.

Looking over to the books that'd been carefully arranged on his desk, Kyōjurō found your's. Going over and picking it out from the rest Kyōjurō sat back down on his futon with you cradled comfortably in his arms as he opened the pages to your world.

#rengoku x reader #demon slayer rengoku #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro x reader #demon slayer #rengoku kyojuro #kimetsu rengoku #fictional reader #rengoku kyoujurou x reader #im so tired #help