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love-hatred-stuff · 10 months

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》 hey, hi~ here's a draft that I wrote instead of continuing other fics that I wanted to write, lmao I hate myself :')

》 Eddie Brock(Venom) x (f)Reader

⚠ a little warning; age gap (10y), daddy issues here we goooo, just a tiny bit spice and some sprinkle de dinkle ★angst★

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Eddie hadn't had sex in what felt like centuries. Actually just one or two years but who's counting when all he can do is use his hand and Venom mostly doesn't even let him finish. That monster doesn't give shit about it, he claims that Eddie wouldn't need it. He needs food and water but not a jerk off.

Well if he knew why he'd been going on it so much lately, maybe Venom would let him, but he's not ready to give that up yet. It's probably the only thing about Eddie, Venom hasn't completely figured out yet.

It was you. You were the reason he was slowly but surely losing the mind he shared with the compatible slimy alien inside of him.

•••

"Eddie thanks for checking, but I can manage." You told him on the other line of the phone.

Eddie just wanted to help you pack and carry your things since you were moving to another apartment. You've been able to get promoted again and now you were at the very top of the not even so small company you've been working at for about five years now. You could say you were pretty good at your job.

"I habe plenty of strong people here, helping me out. I don't even have to carry anything, I just decide were the furniture and boxes are getting placed. You don't need to worry, darling."

Eddie had a smirk dancing on his lips. You knew he could do everything they were doing, at least twice as fast.

"I should come over later then. I'll bring dinner." He suggested.

"Great idea. But don't let Venom choose take out again, please Eddie." Ugh the way you were saying his name made his brain go blank and suddenly Venom was hyperaware of what was going on.

"Promise. See ya." He immediately ended the call, leaving you a little confused. Ed could sense what Venom felt, just beneath the surface.

"Holy Shit!!!" Venom growled.

"You kidding me? She's the reason you've been going to the gym and eating healthy now? Why you've been completely desperate to stroke your dumbass dick?" Then he laughed. Finding it hilarious that Eddie was in love again. After his last woman, Anne, he'd been taking a while to open up again. Actually he didn't talk to any other woman besides you.

The thing was just, that you were ten years younger than him and he'd practically seen you grow up. Of course he never saw you the way he does now, back then. But it was quite bad how hard he had fallen for you in the last few months.

"I KNOW! She's too young for me. I'll keep my distance, okay? It wasn’t my intention to develop feelings." He tried defending himself.

"As if I cared, you nasty human. Get you dick wet if that's what you need." The symbiot snarled.

Eddie was surprised, to say the least.

"You're not gonna disturb us?" He asked in suspicion.

"Thought you wanted to keep your distance? Not anymore? Kidding. Do what you gotta do. Since you're my host I gotta let you have at least one thing."

"That'd be great." He smiled to himself.

"Now get your ass up at get her something nice, if you wanna get inside her pants."

"I don't wanna get inside her pants! Well- maybe a little, but I care about her more than that."

Eddie sensed, by Venom's silence, that he doesn't wanna get involved in his love life any further. Although he couldn't blame Eddie, you were gorgeous little human. A young one at that.

So he showered and grabbed his keys, so he could get dinner and some flowers. He was a little nervous buying these, because he knew that would be the first romantic move he's ever made on you. You probably only saw him as like an uncle or something, nothing more. Knowing his luck, he didn't even expect you to like him back.

He would know soon.

•••

Well, but who knew, he's gonna find himself underneath you instead?

Eddie was sitting on the couch, the only thing that wasn't completely packed with stuff and boxes. You were straddling him, taking his breath away with the way you moved your skilled tounge against his. He was a little hesitant though, barely touching your hips with his hands because he didn't know were to put them. He wanted so badly to grip your sides tight and push you closer against his crotch.

But he was unsure. Even though you clearly gave him all the signs that you wanted this, he felt like he was using you. Venom's earlier words spiralling in his mind; '-if you wanna get inside her pants.' No! He didn't! He wanted so much more than that. So it felt wrong to just jump you the moment you said you liked him back- well you didn't really say anything, you just smiled to yourself as you accepted his flowers and began to stalk towards him, until this moment, where you plastered him with marks and kisses.

Despite all those doubts, he felt heavenly, holding most of his sounds back, almost impossible. You were a woman with so many strengths, kissing and grinding being apparently one of them. Glad, he found out.

He only realised seconds later that you'd stopped and were looking straight at him.

"What's wrong?" Your worried look scratched at his heart instantly.

"Nothing." He lied.

He was a good liar. But you weren't buying it, you knew him well enough.

"You don't want this? You should've said so, Brock."

Ugh, another pang shooting through him stronger than he'd expected. The usage of his last name? Nah. You only did that when you were seconds away from switching your emotions. You were gonna tell him to piss off and stay away from you, until you forgave him, unless he would tell you the truth right f*cking now. He knew because he'd disappointed you once before. That was a complete different scenario, and now you felt personally attacked. He could feel it, even Venom could.

"No! I really really want this! Or else I wouldn't have told you what I did earlier. It's just, that it feels wrong touching you, with my hands."

Oh. No.

He just made it worse, didn't he? Judging by the way your face went blank, his speech definitely went sideways.

"Get lost." You were pointing to your door with your finger, giving him a stern look.

He felt like a little scared kid again, being scolded by his mom. Only ten times worse.

"What? No! I'm saying this because I'm so much older than you, y/n! I swear on my mother and the symbiot living inside of me that I've been craving you for the longest time now. I love you, god damn it! But I shouldn't and I know that, alright? But I can't help it. I'm sorry if I send you the wrong signals. I'm just worried that people will take you away from me, because of that." Eddie stood up and slowly walked towards you, trying to not make you even more uncomfortable than he already had.

You looked a little more relaxed now though.

"So you denied me because you feel a little perverted? God, Eddie you're not a grandpa and I'm a grown woman with a good life ahead of her. Do you think I would throw that away for a forbidden romance? You and I are perfectly okay to be with each other. Nothing's gonna happen, it's only ten years, Brock." Eddie flinched again at the end. Seemed like he had to soothe you a little more.

"Could you please stop addressing me with my last name, it scares me a little. I get it now. I'm sorry for worrying so much, sweetness." Eddie gently touched your cheek, caressing it and putting a strand of hair behind you ear.

"You have a lot of making up to do, you grandpa." You glanced up at him, allowing a tiny smile to dance on your cherry lips.

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To be continued...?

Love, love, love

~ love-hatred-stuff ♡

#eddie brock #eddie x reader #we are venom #marvel imagine #eddie brock x reader #daddy issues

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thepaintedlady00 · 11 months

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I read nightshade in literally two days AND the withdrawal is KILLING ME 😭😭 I need more of them flirting around the restaurant! AHH WHAT IF THEYRE DOWN A HOSTESS ONE NIGHT AND HOWARD ASKS HER TO HOSTESS AND LENA LOOKS HOT 🥵😫 AHHH

First of all thank you so much! Im happy you're enjoying Nightshade so much! 🥰🥰🥰

Second, I have no clue how you did it, but you literally just guessed what Lena's gonna be doing at work the next chapter 🤣 All I'll say is there will be so much flirting, quick heated glances a ton of drama, Tess vs Simone, and a sprinkle dinkle of Jealous Jake 👀🤭🤫

Again I'm so glad you're enjoying the series! Thank you so much for the ask! 🥰🥺 It means the world!

#fic: nightshade #sweetbitter fanfiction #sweetbitter jake #sweetbitter jake x oc #chapter 16 #idk how you called this but ya did! 😂

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spirits-world-webcomic · 4 months

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Hello, long time no see. Wanted to give a small quick update.

Spirit's World is still on HIATUS, but I plan to return to it LATE 2024.

I'm so sorry for how long this hiatus was. I intended to have the comic update this year, but 2023 was a very rough year for me for a multitude of reasons, but primarily just college BS sprinkle dinkled with a healthy helping of STRESS.

But do not worry, Spirit's World will return at some point, most likely after I graduate from college (that's mid 2024)! Hopefully whilst receiving my license accreditation so I can, you know, work.

Thank you for reading, and I hope you continue to enjoy what I have in store! If accepted, you might see me at a booth in a convention selling physical copies of my comic amongst other things🤞.

#coral yaps #delete later #update #to summarize #i've been very stressed out haha #i will not disclose more than that

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aritamargarita · 1 year

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the picture of jeff made me giggle he’s so cute

jeff rlly is just the cutest for real!! my lil sprinkle tinkle winkle dinkle doo

#arita speaks #*me when i continue to do him dirty when i write him*#WHOOPS MY BAD #i love when he looks so clueless though #HE IS SO STUPID (very affectionate)

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maybeimamuppet · 3 years

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me, writing a cute happy fic: god, finally! maybe i won’t even have to put any warnings on this one

my brain: angst

me: no it’s a happy one

brain: but angst

me:

me: fine

#just a sprinkle dinkle #it’s cute #but #i also cried #so #hehe

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we-love-imagines · 3 years

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How about one where Jotaro has a crush on the reader but he thinks the reader likes Kakyoin, so he tries to get them be together. Reader notices this, gets frustrated by it, and confesses to Jotaro out of said frustration

I really liked this ask!!! Thank you so much anon! I’m sorry this took so long, my ask box was being mean, but I hope you enjoy! I’m going to start writing more frequently again- I took a little break after Christmas Countdown!

warning: some naughty words and a sprinkle-dinkle of angst!

Ripping off the Band-Aid

Jotaro couldn’t take it anymore.

How you looked at him, how you laughed at all his jokes, how happy you two seemed together- it hurt more than words could express. Jotaro, over the course of your journey to Cairo, had somehow learned to love you; but he saw how you didn’t return his feelings, that much was obvious. There was little question in his mind that you and Kakyoin had a thing for each other. Yet, that isn’t what hurt the most.

It was the lack of closure that really stung; the feeling that he still had a chance with you clawing in the back of his mind every time he saw you and Kakyoin. Frankly, he wished you two would just get together already so he could pack away his feelings and be done with them. If he knew you were taken, forever out of his reach, he could let you go. But this weird limbo you were in, where you were simultaneously attainable and out of his grasp, was torture.

While Kakyoin certainly wasn’t outgoing, he was far more approachable than Jotaro was. Of course you would prefer him; Kakyoin was nicer, smarter, and overall the better option compared to him. Jotaro really wanted to beat himself over the head sometimes, wondering if he’d be in Kakyoin’s position if he had just been a little nicer. Getting sick of all the ‘what if’s’ and heartache, Jotaro made the decision to get you and Kakyoin together as soon as possible. That was the only hope he had to pack away his jealousy, and put this stupid feeling behind him.

It started small, of course. Jotaro would distance himself from you and Kakyoin, giving you two a lot more time alone together than you were accustomed to. This technique quickly grew more obvious, like when Jotaro would whisper to the Old Man to let you two room together or insisting you both sit in the back during long car rides. While you enjoyed your time with Kakyoin, of course, both of you started to notice Jotaro’s desire that you two stay together at all times. When it was just the two of you, it felt like there was a piece missing- the third member of your little trio.

Jotaro got tired of you two still dancing around each other’s feelings, so he upped the ante. Pushing aside how much it hurt, he’d throw the old man’s money away on flowers and jewelry for you, writing “From: Kakyoin” on the little tags and leaving them in your hotel room. While he was never into this lovey-dovey type shit, part of him wished he could address this sweet, romantic gifts from himself.

He didn’t know where he was going with this idea- you weren’t stupid. If Kakyoin admitted to you that he didn’t give you these gifts, you’d probably think it was some sick prank. For once, he hoped Kakyoin would lie to you, claim it was his doing and confess, so this could all be over with. Even if you did think it was some mean joke Jotaro was trying to pull, who cares? Maybe you and Kakyoin could bond over your shared hatred of him.

After a few of these incidents, your patience was beginning to wear thin. At this point, Jotaro refused to speak to you and Kakyoin outside of conflict, always ducking away the moment you three were alone together. Not to mention the weird, frequent gifts; it was clear Kakyoin wasn’t getting them for you, seeing as he freaked out and assumed the strange objects in your room were part of an enemy Stand. Quickly discovering it wasn’t part of a ploy to kill you, you figured that it must be from another member of the group- you had a sneaking suspicion of who it could be.

The next time you checked into a hotel, you hatched a plan with Kakyoin to catch your mysterious benefactor red-handed. While you two were “hanging by the pool,” Hierophant Green remained in the hotel room, watching and waiting for them to deliver the goods.

Wouldn’t you know it, Jotaro shuffled into the room, looking around to make sure the coast was clear. When he saw you weren’t there, he pulled back his large, black coat to reveal a little bouquet of daisies, scribbling “From: Kakyoin” on the tag, leaving as quickly as he came.

Something in you was deeply hurt by this, rage pooling in your gut as you stood up from your poolside chair.

“I knew it!” you exclaimed to Kakyoin, your eyebrows knitting tightly as you spoke, “That bastard’s been messing with us! I’m gonna go give him a piece of my mind!”

As you began to stomp away, Kakyoin called for you to wait just a second, to try and calm down before you went to confront him. However, his words fell on deaf ears, your face going red out of pure frustration. Jotaro has the gall to ditch you and Kakyoin out of nowhere, try and push you two together at all times, and now he’s trying to fool you? Nuh-uh. Not on your watch. You were determined to figure out his little game so you could figure out why he wanted you out of his life so badly.

Behind all your anger was genuine hurt- someone you cared about very, very deeply looked like he wanted nothing to do to you. You deserved an explanation at least.

Angrily marching up to his hotel room door, you knock with resounding force before waiting for him to answer. After a moment, the door opened up, Jotaro’s eyes widening when he saw the furious look on your face. Before he could shut the door on you, you placed your foot in the doorframe, forcing yourself in with an angry glare.

“You’re not getting out of this one, Jojo,” you practically snarled, crossing your arms as you stood before him, “You owe me an explanation.”

Without skipping a beat, Jotaro dryly remarked, “Kakyoin asked me to do it.” In his mind, Jotaro felt like shit for what he was doing; the fact that you were this upset surprised him, but he didn’t let that show on his face. His bold-faced lie only seemed to heat you up further, the hurt in your heart threatening to boil over.

“Don’t spout Bullshit at me, Jotaro. Since you’ve been making me and Kakyoin spend every waking moment together, he’d never have the time to buy anything.”

Jotaro, in his usual emotionally-unavailable fashion, remained stone-faced as he turned away from you. He was trying to suppress his feelings, trying to put the pain of hurting you aside so all of this could be over and done with. While he felt you staring daggers into his back, he tried his best to pretend you weren’t there, searching for the TV remote in the hopes you’d just go away- go away and find Kakyoin, that is.

You were both used to fighting in the literal sense, beating the snot out of enemy Stand users on the regular. However, fights like these, arguments about emotions and friendship and junk, were somehow a million times scarier for Jotaro. He couldn’t just hit the problem until it stopped moving, he had to sit down and sort out his feelings- the very feelings he was trying to keep hidden.

While Jotaro wanted to ignore you, you were done being ignored by him. Your bubble of anger burst as Jotaro grabbed the remote, sending your Stand to slap it out of his hands and forcefully turn him around to face you.

“You know how much it hurts when you try to push me and Kakyoin away? How much we miss hanging out with you?” you spit at him, words spewing out of you as everything boiled over, “I dunno what you’re trying to do with the flowers and boxes of chocolate, but it isn’t funny. If you’re trying to get me and Kakyoin together or something, it won’t work- I don’t like him like that. I like you like that!”

Clutching a hand over your mouth, you couldn’t believe what you said. By the uncharacteristic blush on his face, Jotaro couldn’t believe it either. Ever since he saved your ass from Yellow Temperance, you’ve definitely had a thing for Jotaro. That thing grew and grew, especially in his absence; in all honesty, that’s probably why his trickery hurt you so badly. Both of you stood motionless, silence hanging in the air as you both waited for the other to speak.

After a few long, deafening moments, Jotaro finally croaked out, “So... you’re not into Kakyoin?”

“Only as a friend,” you squeaked out in response, your cheeks reddened and blazing hot, “Did you think me and Kakyoin were...?”

“-Yes.”

Again, both of you just stared at each other, trying to gauge what the other was thinking. You had just confessed your feelings to Jotaro, and other than his pink cheeks, his stoic face remained the same. Little did you know, his stomach was doing backflips, his mind racing at a mile a minute trying to comprehend what you had said.

You liked him? You really, really liked him? Like that?

He practically short-circuited, anything about DIO or the outside world gone from his mind; to him, it felt like the entire universe was just this room, and you two were it’s sole inhabitants.

“Jotaro?” you mumbled his name weakly, breaking him out of his reverie. He didn’t realize how long you’d both been standing there, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as the prolonged silence left you wondering if your feelings were returned.

“I- I, um-” he stuttered, quickly trying to regain his composure, “I thought you and Kakyoin had feelings for each other, so I tried to help you two out.”

“Oh, I see,” was all you managed to mumble out, your mind swirling with thoughts of rejection. Was this a subtle way to tell you to get lost? If he wanted you and Kakyoin to get together, he probably didn’t feel the same. You turned to leave, trying to hold back tears as you reached for the door’s handle.

“(Y/n),” he stopped you, grasping you by the wrist. You turn to face him, his grip sliding towards your hand as you found yourself closer to him than ever before.

“I tried to get you and Kakyoin together because I thought I didn’t have a chance with you. I thought it would make me feel better,” he admitted, his face now fully red as he averted his gaze from yours, “You know I’m bad with the mushy stuff, but I like you, (Y/n). A lot.”

Both you didn’t realize how good hearing that out loud would make you feel. Wordlessly, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. His body was still for a moment, almost as if he didn’t believe this was really happening, but eventually his tenseness melted away as he returned your physical affection. Jotaro felt a little dizzy, but in a good way- he was so surprised you felt the same way, it made him delirious.

“I’m sorry I got so angry,” you whispered into his chest, arms slowly pulling off of him, “Me and Kakyoin really missed you.”

“I’ll try not to overdo it next time,” he chuckled, looking down to meet your eyes again. You jokingly punched him in the arm, trying to muster up an angry expression despite how good you felt.

“There won’t be a next time doofus!”

As you both laughed together, you tried your best to memorize the rare joyful look on Jotaro’s face. You had a feeling you’d be seeing it more often.

#jotaro x reader #jotaro #jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro kujo x reader #3taro #part 3 jotaro #fluff #angst #ask box is open #inbox is open!#inbox reply #kakyoin #Kakyoin Noriaki #jjba part 3 #sdc #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader

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hayleysstark · 3 years

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gingerbread

words: 584 warnings: none summary: Branch doesn't believe the Pack when they tell him that there is, apparently, a holiday tradition called gingerbread trolls. He knows better than to believe that. Not even trolls could be that tactless. Or, apparently, they can.

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Branch doesn't believe the Pack when they tell him that there is, apparently, a holiday tradition called gingerbread trolls—he knows better than to believe what is very obviously a joke, because not even trolls could be that weird, not even trolls could hit that level of tactless—but the minute he steps into Biggie's warm, bright kitchen, he sees he was wrong.

"You weren't kidding," he says, blankly, and he takes an actual troll-shaped cookie off the platter to turn it over and over in his hand, to make sure this is a real thing that he is really seeing, because he's still not sure if he believes it. "You guys really weren't kidding about this."

Poppy clicks her tongue. "Come on, Branch, when have we ever lied to you?"

Branch can't believe she has the nerve to look him in the face and say that. "Only about a million times. Like when you told me the card you made me for Good Luck Troll Day wasn't going to immediately shower me in glitter when I opened it."

"And you believed her?" Smidge says incredulously.

"Hey, she lied to me!" Branch drops the cookie back on the platter to fold his arms over his chest. "Why are you blaming me for that?"

"I had to!" Poppy says. "You wouldn't open your cards!"

"Because you were putting glitter in them!"

"Okay! I'm sorry! What kind of soulless monster doesn't like glitter?!"

Biggie sweeps over to the table with at least a hundred jars of sprinkles gathered in his arms—Mr. Dinkles, crammed into the crook of his elbow, looks immensely unhappy about this, so Branch reaches up to take half the tiny plastic jars off Biggie's hands.

"Oh! Thank you, Branch! All right, that's enough, everyone," Biggie adds to the Pack. "Let's not fight. We're here to have fun together!"

"Literally no one is fighting except Branch and Poppy," Guy says.

Chenille rolls her eyes. "Yeah, and they're always fighting."

"I can fight with you, too, if you want," Branch puts the sprinkles down on the table with a light little thump. "Trust me, it would be really easy."

"Get bent," Chenille tells him.

"See?"

"Guys, really!"

"Sorry, Biggie."

"All right!" Smidge scrambles into the nearest seat at the table and pumps a fist in the air. "Let's get to it!"

"Ooh!" Poppy bounces into the chair beside her friend. "I'm gonna make a little gingerbread me! And a little gingerbread Harper! And a little gingerbread Mandy!"

"This is so morbid," Branch mutters, but he settles down in the seat beside her.

"No, it's cute!" Poppy elbows him lightly in the ribs. "Don't be such a grump!"

"It's morbid," Branch says. He's not sure how on earth he's the only one at the table who sees the inherent horror in this. "And weird."

Chenille arches a brow at him. "You're morbid and weird."

"Thanks."

"Come on, Branch!" Poppy grabs a cookie off the platter and spreads a thick layer of bright pink icing on it. "Can't you lighten up a little? It's Christmas!"

"No," Branch says, but he takes a cookie and ices it, too. "This is weird. We're the lowest creatures on the food chain. This is literally the most messed-up thing I've ever seen in my life."

"It's tradition!" Satin says.

Biggie nods. "It just wouldn't be Christmas without gingerbread trolls!"

"That's probably what the Bergens used to say about Trollstice," Branch mutters under his breath.

"Just frost the damn cookies, Branch."

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls fic #trolls fanfiction #emrys' spellbook

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beetledrink · 5 years

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ser dinkle bink i’m sitting here thinking about nero and i cant breathe hes so hot. bless you for his existence

thank you so much i really just made him to fulfill the void in my own heart for huge aging criminals with hearts of gold headcanoned as having clancy browns voice and other people enjoying him is sprinkles on top

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rmg91 · 5 years

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The Woes and Antics of Living Together-6

THIS CHAPTER! IT WAS EVEN WORSE THAN CHAPTER 4 I SWEAR! I can't seem to write most of the Snack Pack yet so anytime I try to add them in, the muses get blocked up. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this chapter.

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@writerofberk Chapter 6! Some good old Branch torture! And some pining ;)

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Poppy paced back and forth, skirt flaring around her knees each time she turned, as she waited for her oh so courteous roommate to get out of the bathroom. He'd been there for almost an hour already and if he didn't get out soon she was going to be late for the party the twins were throwing. Huffing, she tossed her hair back over her shoulder as she continued pacing the hallway. If only she had decided to curl her hair earlier than she wouldn't be having this problem but Poppy was a woman of action and normally didn't decide how to do her hair until after she got dressed. Of course now that was biting her in the ass... Didn't Branch know by now that she had a process when getting ready for a party and to not hog the bathroom?

Stomping her foot in frustration, she was so gonna get revenge for this later, Poppy set forth to pound on the door again, "Branch! Branch! Branch! Branch! Let me in! I'm gonna be late to the party!!" Her only answer was the sound of the shower still running, "Branch! Come on!"

Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she groaned and debated about trying to pick the lock, she'd seen it in a movie once, when at last she heard the water turn off, "Finally! Now let me in!"

"Just a second!" Came Branch's irritated voice, "Let me get dressed, geez..."

"I don't care if you're naked! Just let me in!"

"I do! I care!" He cried as the door finally opened to reveal a pajama clad Branch.

Poppy pushed her way in as she scoffed, "Psh! Don't be such a prude. There's nothing embarrassing about the human body."

Branch sputtered as he blushed, "I'm not-! No. No. I'm not having this conversation with you, that's what I'm doing."

Poppy giggled as she waited for her curling iron to warm up, "Well this sort of conversation wouldn't be happening at all if someone hadn't taken a forty-five minute shower!"

Blue eyes rolled back as he leaned against the doorframe, "Well excuse me for having to walk home in the rain after the bus broke down."

"You could have called me." She said in an know-it-all voice.

He responded in a dry, sarcastic tone, "With what? My psychic powers?"

The pinkette had swept her hair up into a ponytail and was starting to curl the ends, "Pretty sure you had a phone last I checked, Bud."

"Not anymore."

"Huh?" She turned to face him, holding the curling iron, "What happened?"

Branch shrugged, "Died this morning. I'll get a new one in a few days."

Poppy pursed her lips and hummed, "Alright...But you better give your new number this time. Roommate rule number seven; Phone numbers must be shared!" She then waved the iron in the air like a sword, "Now stop distracting me!"

"Right..." He made to head off to his room when suddenly there was the loud sound of their front door being opened and a dramatic cry as Guy came bounding in.

"This is an emergency!" He wailed, draping himself against the doorjamb, "I'm all-How are you not ready yet?! I thought I'd catch you just finishing up, not just starting!"

Poppy rolled her amber eyes, gesturing vaguely with her shoulder, "Blame my roommate, he just got out of the shower. Now what's the emergency?"

"I'm all out of body-glitter!"

"A tragedy." Branch deadpanned from his doorway, "Aren't you covered in enough glitter?" He gestured to Guy's outfit of holographic pants and crystal studded jacket.

"You can never have enough glitter. Now, Poppy, you wouldn't happen to have any would you? We're already going to be toeing the line of being fashionably late and just late."

"In my vanity." She giggled, "Grab my make-up bag while you're at it, please?!"

Guy returned and tossed her rainbow sequined make-up case onto the counter beside before stepping behind and grabbing the curling iron from her hand, "Start on your face, I'll finish this."

"Thank you~" She chirped and began rooting around in her bag.

They worked in tandem as quick as they could before Guy dubbed her hair finished and proceeded to douse his skin in as much glitter spray as he could. Sighing in relief, he posed in the mirror as Poppy finished applying some lip-gloss. Declaring herself done, she spun around to show off for Guy, who applauded.

"Now, let's go! You know how the twins can get." He said, sweeping out of the bathroom.

"Bye, Branch!" Poppy called toward his door, "Be back later!"

Just as she was grabbing her purse, Guy waiting at the door for her, she heard her roommate call out, "Don't you dare come back at three AM and raid the fridge like last time!"

"No promises!" And then she was off to a night of dancing and singing with her friends.

~*~*~*~*~*~

It was a few days later when Poppy was rummaging around in her craft supplies that she remembered she still wanted to get revenge on Branch. Humming as she dug through piles of scrapbook paper, stickers and felt, the young woman thought on what could be the best way to teach her grumpy roommate not to hog the bathroom on party nights anymore. She was still working up to pulling bigger and elaborate pranks on him, so no mere jump scare or balloon filled bedroom would do, no she needed something else... She also needed to find her flipping hot glue gun!

Grumbling to herself, she had just seen it!, Poppy made her way to look through the collection of crafting items that was in the living room. She ignored Branch, who was studying at the table, as she dug around in the almost overflowing boxes, stray glitter getting sprinkled on the carpet as she threw a package of pipe-cleaners over her shoulder. She huffed and stood with her hands on her hips, glaring at her supplies like it was personally responsible for loosing her glue gun.

"Have you seen my glue gun?" She asked Branch as she stood there and tried to remember where she last seen it.

"No." He replied, turning a page in his textbook, "But maybe if you actually organized your stuff, you'd be able to find things easier."

"Please, Branch. Just because I have a different filing system than you, doesn't mean it's disorganized. Although..." She didn't see him roll his eyes at her as she hummed, cupping her chin between her thumb and forefinger. Maybe it was time to get some more shelving and colorful storage containers for all the stuff now residing in the living room.

And that's when it hit her, the perfect way to not only get some new shelves but also get her revenge on Branch. Grinning, she turned to look at her roommate, "Hey, Branch?" She asked innocently.

"Whatever it is, no."

She giggled silently, "No, no, this is a good thing!" She skipped over and draped her arms around his shoulders, hugging from behind, "I need some new shelves and storage containers for my craft stuff and I've noticed you still haven't gotten a book shelf yet." His small collection of books was still in the moving box in a corner of his room, "Sooooo, I thought why don't we go pick some up?"

"Poppy..." He sighed.

"Come on." She wheedled, placing her head on top of his, "I promise that's all we'll do."

Branch sighed, he knew she was up to something but what he couldn't tell, "Fine...but I swear if you drag me ten other places..."

She giggled, "No worries, Branch! You can trust your roomie~ Leave in about hour? I still want to find my glue gun..."

"Fine. Sure." He bit out, "And it's in the bathroom for some reason."

"Oh! Thanks!" She then skipped away, giggling about her great revenge idea.

~*~*~*~*~*~

A little while later found Branch and Poppy in front of the Bergenville mall, the raven haired man scowling at the giggling pinkette. He knew he shouldn't have trusted her.

"You lied."

Poppy giggled some more as she smiled up at him, "I never lied."

"You said we were going to get shelving. This is not where you find shelving!" Branch gestured wildly.

"And we are." Her grin then turned smug, "But I never said I wasn't going to shop for other things. Plus there's a great store in there where I got all my other shelves, so we'll easily be able to find what we came for. And since there's plenty of places to sit, you won't have to worry about me dragging you to ten other places...though I am gonna drag to a few. Face it, Branch, I just played you and played you good." She reached up and booped his nose, "Maybe next time you won't hog the bathroom on party nights, hmm?"

Branch growled, "I hate you."

"No you don't~" Poppy sang as she grabbed his arm and started dragging him inside, "Now come on, Biggie, Satin and Chenille said they'd meet us inside."

Branch groaned, of course she invited some of her friends to join in on his torture.

Once inside it was easy to spot the Couture twins and Biggie who stood by the entrance's map and waved happily to Poppy. The mermaid-ombre haired fashionista's eagerly grabbed Poppy into a hug while Biggie smiled kindly at Branch. He nodded back before the large man was pulled into the hug next and wondered if he could make an escape with Poppy distracted. He really didn't want walk or ride the bus home but it was better than being dragged around the mall by this crazy woman he called a roommate. However just before Branch could put his plan into action, Poppy grabbed his arm again and started leading the group towards the main strip of shops.

"So, what should we go look at first?" Poppy asked happily, allowing Branch to tug his arm away when she was sure he wouldn't bolt.

"Bath and Body Works is having a sale." Chenille said.

"So is the shoe store~" Cooed Satin.

"And we can't forget to check out Sephora. They've got the new cosmetics' from Nova Swift~"

"I'd like to check out the pet store here, if we can." Biggie spoke up, "I've been needing to get some treats and a new toy for Mr. Dinkles."

"Of course we can!" Cheered Poppy, "Gives me a chance to play with all the cuties up for adoption." She turned a smile on Branch, "Anywhere else, other than the store I told you about?"

"Yeah, how about the 'Kill-Me-Now' store?" Branch didn't do malls and needless shopping.

Poppy gave him a punch in the shoulder, "Don't be such a stick in the mud. This is gonna be fun, you'll see. Now..." She pulled out her vlogging camera and turned it on, "Hello there, My Cupcakes~! Your girl Poppy here with some of my best friends-" She let the twins and Biggie wave to the camera before turning it to a frowning Branch, "Including Mr. Grump."

"I'm not here by choice..."

"And we're off on a mall adventure! And you all get to come to!"

Branch rolled his eyes and trailed after the small group, hoping maybe he'd be able to make an escape if he let them get ahead of him but his plan was once again foiled when his meddling roommate noticed and waited for him to catch up. Biting back a growl as Poppy grabbed his arm again, he was pulled along as the quartet gossiped and talked about an upcoming party. Didn't these people ever just stay home and study? Wrenching his arm out of Poppy's surprisingly strong grip, Branch glared at her as she glared back just before they made to enter the cosmetic store.

Biggie cleared his throat in an attempt to dispel the tension, "Um, Poppy? Remember you can't film in here."

"I know. No worries and You!" She pointed a finger at Branch, "No more trying to run away. You could have fun if you'd just relax."

"Yeah...not happening."

"Ugg!! So frustrating!" She made to enter the store but turned around and motioned with her hand at Branch, "I've got my eyes on you..."

Branch watched her go catch up to the twins with a disbelieving stare, "....Why do I put up with her?"

"Because you're friends." Biggie chuckled beside him, "It doesn't hurt to admit that."

He crossed his arms, "Who said we were friends? She's forced herself into my life."

The pale blue hair man merely chuckled at Branch again, "Why don't we browse the kiosks while the girls look here? Poppy mentioned something about you needing a new phone?"

"....Sure. Whatever."

The girls caught up sometime later, bags in their hands and Poppy thanked Biggie for keeping an eye on Branch. She ignored Branchs' look of indignation as she wrapped her arm around his and dragged him to Bath and Body Works. He scrunched his nose up at all the conflicting scents and said they all smelled the same whenever he was asked for an opinion. He did however have to bite his tongue to prevent himself from telling Poppy that the pretty strawberry scented body wash she shoved into his face would suit her perfectly because she did not need to know that. And now he had to try and ignore the thoughts of how she would smell when she still purchased it.

The shoe store came next and Branch swore they were in there for hours or what felt like hours anyway. Poppy, Satin and Chenille took their sweet time looking and cooing over practically every type of shoe. Satin was the pickiest in choosing anything, going back and forth between two slightly different pairs of high heels for fifteen minutes straight. He also learned to never say that they were just shoes as all three girls, and even Biggie!, looked at him in offence before lecturing him on the difference between the many, many types of shoes.

The pet store hadn't been so bad, Biggie had fairly quick in finding what he wanted but Branch did have to pull Poppy away from the all the dogs and cats up for adoption. Their apartment didn't allow for pets and a small part of Branch, one he wouldn't admit to having, wanted to ignore the policy when he saw Poppy's pout at being reminded of the rule.

Branch finally got a break when Poppy left him alone as the group briefly split up to run into The Mug Store because of something that caught her eye. She returned with a bag and a happy smile but refused to show off what she got, stating it was surprise. Even after the others teased her about her mug obsession, the pinkette was adamant on not showing off her newest mug.

Then came the part Branch was dreading the most, the clothes shopping. If the girls were bad in the shoe store, he just knew they really would be at the various clothing stores for hours. Branch groaned as he was dragged inside, just wanting to go home and forget about getting stupid shelving. Once Poppy had decided she had found enough things for a first round of fittings, she unceremoniously shoved Branch in a chair by the changing rooms with the bags.

"Be right back~" She sang, disappearing into one of the stalls.

Branch huffed as he slouched in the chair, arms crossed and contemplated just walking out of the store while everyone was distracted.

"First off," Poppy's voice suddenly came from around the corner, making Branch jump, "Don't even think about leaving, I know where you live. And second," She came out and twirled in front of him, "What do you think?" She had changed into a thin strapped sundress that started a pale yellow and variegated into an orange with a red-orange sash. She smiled and gave another spin, the skirt flaring around her.

Branch gulped and tried very hard not stare at the literal ray of sunshine in front of him, "..I-It's nice..."

"Just nice?"

He nodded and averted his face, willing himself not to blush as she continued standing in front of him. Stupid feelings about stupid pretty pink haired girls making him want to tell her all the poetry he's written just by standing in a cute sundress.

Poppy pursed her lips before sighing, she should have expected such a response, it was Branch after all. "Hey, girls," She said as Satin and Chenille passed her, "What do you think?"

"Cute~"

"Tres 'chic, though maybe a different color? Green tones would go better with your hair."

"Hmm...I'll think about it~" Poppy then flounced back into the changing room.

A pattern was soon formed, Poppy coming out to show off her current pick for Branch's opinion. He gave her the same response almost every time vs his real opinion's as she looked absolutely adorable in practically everything she showed off. Satin, Chenille and Biggie were more helpful to her, they actually commented on what they liked or didn't like about she tried. This all continued as they went to another clothing store and by the third one, Branch was just done.

"Does this skirt look okay?" Poppy asked, twirling in front of a mirror and posing at different angles.

"It looks fine." Branch bit out, tired and hungry and ready to go home.

"That's what you said about the last one." Poppy pouted, hands on her hips.

"Because it looks just like it! And all the other skirts you've tried on!" He threw his hands in the air before standing up, "Look, Poppy. I'm done. You've had your fun at getting unnecessary revenge on me, so now I'm going to go home. Screw getting stupid shelves!"

Poppy blinked and watched him storm out of store, "Um..."

"Wow, rude much." Chenille spoke up from where she stood looking at two shirts.

"I...I think I should go after him. He's right, I did say I wanted to get some shelving." Poppy hurried into the changing room to change back into her original shorts.

"But Poppy!" Whined Satin, "We were having so much fun."

"I know but we can always come again and with everyone else too! So it'll be even more fun!" She emerged and grabbed the bags before hugging her three friends, "I'll see you guys later~"

The pinkette rushed through the crowded mall, dodging people here and there until she saw her irritated roommate, "Branch! Wait!"

The only response she got was for the raven haired man to walk faster in an attempt to escape her. Breathing out in frustration, Poppy sped up her pace, almost running, before stopping in front of Branch, halting him. He glowered at her with his hands in his pockets but otherwise didn't say anything to her.

"Branch..." She panted, "I'm sorry, okay? Yes, I wanted to get a little revenge on you but I also wanted you to maybe loosen up and have a little fun. I just...I'm sorry. Really. Let's just go get the shelves I wanted, I'll be quick promise, and then we can go home."

Branch continued to stare at her before he sighed roughly and crossed his arms, "Let's just get this over with..."

Poppy grimaced, "Yeah, okay. This way."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Poppy sang along softly with the last lyrics of the song on the radio as she pulled into their parking lot. She had stayed true to her word and gotten the shelves she wanted as quickly as possible, she didn't even try to push Branch to pick out a bookcase, before they made their way home. Turning the car off, she turned to Branch in order to apologize again but was surprised to see he had fallen asleep.

He was leaning against the side of the door, seatbelt pressing into his chin, with his hair falling across his forehead and his perpetually frowning face relaxed for once. Light snores escaped as Poppy unconsciously leaned forward on the steering wheel, never quite noticing how nice it would be if Branch would just smile or relax more. She smiled lightly as a memory from when they were kids flittered through her mind and hoped his smile was still as bright as it was then and that he'd let her see it again once day.

Still gazing at him, the pinkette hadn't noticed she was leaning farther forward until the shrill sound of the horn blared.

She jumped back just as Branch startled awake with a cry, "Hide the coconuts!"

Poppy couldn't help laughing at his shocked, half-asleep expression, "I-I'm sorry! I di-didn't mean to honk-Pfff!-honk the horn!! Hahaha!"

"Wha...? Poppy?" Branch looked at her like she was crazy before blinking and noticing they were home, "Oh...We're back."

"Y-yeah." She giggled, "Sorry for waking you up like that. Accident."

He shrugged before yawning, "Iiit's fine. Let's just go in, yeah?"

"Ok, I'll get the shelves in later." She watched Branch shrug again before pulling her smaller purchases out of the back and getting out of the car.

When they were back in the apartment, Poppy set her things before digging something out and shuffling excitedly over to Branch. Grinning, she thrusted the box in her hands out toward him, "Ta-dah! For you! A sort of...late housewarming gift."

He blinked in surprised before taking the blank white box, "Uh...Thanks? What is it? It's not gonna spray glitter in my face is it?"

She giggled, "Open it and find out, silly. And no, it's not, promise."

She wiggled in excitement as he flipped open the top and pulled out the mug she had gotten him. It was a little larger side, pine green faded into a dark forest green with the words 'I Don't Do Mornings' printed in cream font. She watched him admire it before speaking, "I figured...well you've been here for a little over two months now, I thought maybe it was time you start letting things say that, you know? I'm not gonna care if you leave your school books laying around or your work vest hanging on a chair or have some dishes that are way more aesthetic. We're roommates, no need to hide it."

"I..." He took a breath and let it out slowly before placing the mug in the sink, "I'll try." He flicked blue eyes toward her quickly before muttering, "Thank you."

She grinned brightly before hugging him around the waist, "You're welcome. Plus! I got a new mug too! It's got a rainbow and a unicorn and says 'I'm Unique'! It's really cute~"

Branch chuckled, "You do have a mug problem."

"I do not!"

"Do too," He responded, heading toward his room, "Don't fight me on this, Poppy. There's proof right there in the cupboard."

"It's a healthy appreciation, you meanie." She sassed, "And where are you going?"

"Back to bed. You dragged me around all day and woke me up with a honking horn. There's plenty of leftovers in the fridge."

"I said I was sorry!" Poppy waited for a response but when all she heard was his door closing, she sighed lightly. Well, the day hadn't quite happened like she hoped it would but tomorrow was another day and he didn't seem as mad at her now, so all was well.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I don't know why Slice-of-Life is so hard for me to write but I'm still gonna wade though this and finish this fic cause I've been so excited to write some later scenes. Anyway, home you stay tuned for more!

#Dreamworks Trolls #Branch #Poppy #Broppy #fanfiction #Human AU #Modern AU #Roommate AU #dreamworkstrolls

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Bats What I Like About You - Part 1

The story: During a camping trip, Poppy tells a campfire story about a magic wish-granting tree which is believed to exist in the Troll world. However, Branch doesn’t believe in the story and says that magic wish-granting trees don’t exist. His disbelief gets the better of him when he finds the tree and before he knows what is going on with it, it casts a spell on Branch, causing him to transform into a vampire bat and believe that the tree does exist! Now stuck as a bat, he has to try to get himself back to normal with the help of a bat named Feng, who tags along with him for the rest of the adventure.

Without further ado, here’s the story:

It was a very spooky night in the forest of Troll world. A bright emitting light flickered in a spot beneath the trees. An owl hooted in the distance as Branch, Smidge, Biggie, Mr. Dinkles and Guy Diamond are surrounding a campfire, cowering.

“Did I get the feeling I’m getting scared of the dark, guys?” Biggie asked in fear, clutching tightly to Mr. Dinkles, his pet worm.

“Biggie, there’s nothing to be scared of. It’s just the dark,” Smidge reassured him.

“Which means we’ll be eaten to death by weird-looking birds!” Branch added. But his friends glare at him. “Okay, I get the point.”

Soon Poppy came out of a tent, holding a scrapbook and saying “Hey, guys! Anybody up for a campfire story?”

The Trolls (except Branch) began cheering at once.

“Oh, I love campfire stories!” Biggie cheered. “Especially Mr. Dinkles!”

“Meep!” his worm mewed in reply.

“Ugh, great,” Branch grumbled. “Can’t wait to hear about it all of the sudden.”

“Sounds interesting!” Smidge said. “Let’s hear about it, Poppy!”

“What is it about?” asked Guy in excitement.

“It’s about a specific legendary urban legend no Troll can describe!” Poppy explained as she opened her book and began to narrate the story:

“Once upon a time, there was a young Troll who got lost deep in the woods. The Troll was searching around for help until she encounters a pack of hungry wolves who had a taste for Trolls like us!”

RAWR!!! RARF!!! RARF!!!

“So then the Troll ran away as fast as she could to get away from them until she hid behind a tree so that the wolves can’t find her.”

“The pack sniffed and sniffed for the Troll and left. The Troll sighed with relief until she hears a voice above her.”

“Hello, child. What are you doing here?”

“The Troll realizes that the tree she’s been hiding was a slender white tree with a beautiful face. She grew suddenly amazed by it and asked...”

“Who are you?”

“Oh, I am the Great Wishing Tree of the Troll world. My job is to make wishes come true after you desired for one.”

“Sounds great!” “said the Troll excitedly.” “But I want to protect myself against those nasty wolves!”

“Oh, of course! What do you want to wish for in order to prevent them from eating you?”

“I wish I want to be a princess just like Poppy!”

“After the tree accepted her request, she blew out some magical dust from her mouth and they sprinkle around the Troll. She giggled when the dust took effect on her and she is now wearing a golden tiara on her head and a pretty-looking princess dress! Ooh!”

“There. Now you look very pretty and beautiful!”

“The Troll was so happy at her new outfit. She began spreading the word about the special tree to everyone else in Troll Village. The Trolls were so amazed by the tree’s power of granting wishes that they yearn to fulfill their own wishes year by year whenever they enter the forest.”

“So that is the story about the magical Great Wishing Tree that has ever existed in the Troll forest!” Poppy said proudly as she closed her book. “So what do you think?”

“I’m starting to think I like this so much!” Biggie said.

“Yeah, do you think this tree existed in our world now?” Guy asked.

“Well, guys. I hate to admit it to you but this tree is really REALLY REAL TO THE TROLL WORLD!!!” Poppy chirped. “It is now known as a great urban legend to Trollkind and it is usable by any Troll who needs it! Therefore, many of us believe it has existed!”

“Okay, I’m gonna try to stop you right there and ask you for a minute about that tree,” said Branch, putting his hands up. “But I don’t think trees can really grant wishes to Trolls!”

“Aww, but they do, Branch,” said Poppy. “Why are you being so skeptical about this?”

“That theory you make, Poppy, was clearly fake, as you told us about it in your story! The story is where that tree only exists!”

“Speaking of that tree, where is it now?” asked Smidge.

“It lies within the west corner of the Troll forest, even deeper than where we are now,” explained Poppy. “And boy, is it easy to find such a tree like that, guys?”

Everyone nodded, except Branch, who said to her “I don’t think this makes any sense! That tree was just only a myth, not a legend come true!”

“But it is a legend come true! Some Troll would need to find it and use it for certain circumstances!” Poppy told him.

“I can’t believe that all of you think what is meant to be myth consider it real. But I told you trees can’t grant wishes in our world!”

“I think you’re wrong, Branch. They exist now. What is the matter with your mind?”

“I believe in your stories, not in our own world here. In fact, I was hoping that you can’t believe what I’m trying to say!”

“Hey, guys,” Biggie said. “It’s getting late. Mr. Dinkles is getting tired now. Can we get to bed?”

“Argh, fine,” Branch groaned. “But I’m telling you this tree is not real.”

“Well, consider that. You’re like a skeptical theorist to everybody,” Poppy moaned, rolling her eyes. She couldn’t believe Branch didn’t believe in the Great Wishing Tree. But why he is the only Troll who doesn’t believe in those kind of special things in the world?

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 2!

#dreamworks trolls #poppy and branch #poppy #branch #smidge #biggie #mr dinkles #guy diamond #moxie #tree #magic tree #great wishing tree #wolves #campfire #campfire story #fanfiction #bats what I like about you #bat branch story #princess moxie

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