#...hey wait where's chamille–

[the-ninja-legacy-whip]

just some headcanons I wanted to share after rereading that daily lives of Elemental Masters post:

I've extrapolated that Shade being "a normal guy" to mean that he's somewhat boring once you look past the Elemental stuff. Probably eats something flavorless for breakfast everyday, works a boring but well paying office job like billing in a mid size company, that sorta stuff. Probably has a boring hobby too, like stamp collecting and reading novels about ships

We know that Cinder is related to Ash in some capacity, but I like to think that regardless of what that is, Cinder is probably part of the reason why Ash is hesitant to go all in on the Assassin family business. The kid is WAY too eager for that and as a possible successor, Ash doesn't wanna get him involved in such a violent profession. But then the Merge hits, Ash and most of the family dies, and Cinder is left with the Elemental Power of Smoke and joins the Wolf Clan to fulfill his dream of being a top assassin.

Gravis seems like the kind of guy to use Tai Chi. Not to fight, just to get in the right headspace for stuff.

Griffin definitely does pizza delivery or door-dash or something. Works multiple delivery jobs at the same time. Gotta keep up the grind in West Haven!

Thanks to his former Aeronautical job and some very smart investments, Karlof is quite wealthy. That comfortable nest egg is why he was able to follow his passion and become a teacher

Tox likes to offer a small drinks discount to Elemental Masters whenever they visit the Rockshot Club, just so they have a reason to visit and catch up. Except Paleman, he goes WAY too overboard with the drinks and wakes up in the alleyway dumpster the next afternoon

Neuro really used to enjoy chess and was close to becoming a grandmaster in his youth, but after gaining his Elemental Power he lost all passion for the game. Winning isn't fun when you can read your opponent's mind

Jacob secretly really enjoys signing things for fans of his, but because he is blind rarely anyone ever asks him. His signature is just indecipherable squiggles

Bolobo is often mistaken for Bigfoot by hikers and campers due to his hairy body and natural kinship with forest critters

Shade: Yeah he's pretty average once you actually get to know him hjgfdhgfdsgfds. Part of the reason he blends in so easily into the shadows is because he's literally not doing anything to draw attention to himself. I can totally see him being a stamp collector hgfdhgfdsfds. The flavorless breakfast is so brutal tho lmao (tho I imagine Obscuria would tease him relentlessly for it in the future)

Ash: Okay well when you phrase it like that, Cinder being like an overzealous apprentice (slash nephew?) to Ash in the assassin business is an incredibly appealing idea (and more easily lends to why Cinder is such a...brutal individual. lmao). Somehow this alone has made Cinder 75% more fascinating to me, thanks!

Gravis: I can see this, he's zen enough for it

Griffin: PIZZA BOY GRIFFIN (cue even more rivalry with Jay hkgfdghfds) Love him working odd jobs as a side to his athletic career

Karlof: YES (Karlof just also love being able to pas on his passions to the next generations <3)

Tox: Another hc I have for her is that she ALSO moonlights (or daylights?) as a tattoo artist and is the one to give Jesse his tattoo in the future asdfhjkjhgfds

Paleman: Him wracking up a tab with Tox is a hilarious image lmao (and I do hc them as having some kind of mixed-up history)

Neuro: Thus, he enjoys playing chess with Zane on weekends, due to Zane technically not having a 'mind' to read (and it's actually a decent challenge to do mental wits against a robot with a soul). Maybe he wears a pinch of Vengestone to dampen his powers in order to get back into chess again? Or just for other non-mind reading purposes

Jacob: hgfdsghfdsgfd nooo I imagine he learns the specific motion to at least make his initials, which is about as closest to a proper signature he'll get. I also imagine he exchanges autographs with Jesse and that's how they begin to become friends

Bolobo: I'm sure this one's gotta be canon to some degree lmao

[vacayisland]

@!; Bakin' with the heart! Branch / Baker Troll! Reader (pt. 2)

"Tag list"! @storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69 @starzwithapen @ykvlanq @apieceofcathair3 @kitthefanfickat @cyb3r-st4r

ꨄ︎. Unknowingly to Poppy, Viva, and his brothers, Branch has managed to regularly visit your little bakery in Pop village. Well, at first it started off as an one-a-week visit, that he wrote off as a 'pick-me up' treat at the end of a long and hard week. Then it became bi-weekly, a treat to start off his week with and a treat to end his week with. And then it became thrice a week, and so on and so forth until he began to come in every day. You became used to this simple, yet effective, routine where Branch would come in at exactly 5:30 pm sharp every day; It was right before your dinner rush, hours after your lunch rush, and somehow always the time of day where you didn't have much work.

ꨄ︎. And you weren't sure whether you should be impressed, or a little scared, that Branch had managed to figure out your schedule so well! You would put a tray of goods in the oven at around 5:15, latest 5:20, to be ready to the dinner (more dessert) rush that would come. Branch knew that, and so he would always come in 'early' to be able to be the 'first' of today's 'hot menu'. Those weren't by your words either, he had actually told you that one day and you had gawked in his response, since it wasn't a very Branch response. Yet, overall, you found yourself always growing a little excited when five o'clock hits, as you knew Branch would be coming to talk soon enough.

ꨄ︎. His visits started brightening your day, really.

Today was a little different though, as usually when 5:30 rolls around you would be up front and waiting for Branch, and this is what he had gotten used to; opening the door of your little Bakery, being hit with the smell of fresh baked cookies and breads, and then seeing your face. It always made his heart jump a beat, maybe two, but he always did his best to act cool. Yet, today his heart didn't skip a beat and your service counter was oddly void of your presence. Then Branch noticed the way your bakery didn't smell as fresh as it usually did this time of day, what wafted in the air were scents of the already baked goods; not the rising and cooking goods that usually came from your oven. That made him worried; You had never not been up front by 5:30 pm.

ꨄ︎. "Hello?" Branch called out into the Bakery, nerves building up in his stomach as his mind went wild with possibilities of what could be happening. You hadn't started a fire, at least not one that had hit the front of the Bakery. You didn't close your Bakery early, your open sign was still hanging and anytime you left the Bakery you marked it as 'closed'; even if you were just going around the corner to talk with some friends. There wasn't any health code violations, because your Bakery would have been shut down and Branch secretly always made sure you were in regulation. The more possibilities he ruled out, the longer he didn't get a response, the worse his nerves got. "Hey! (Y/N)? Are you in here?"

ꨄ︎. Branch did get a response this time around, "Branch?" which caused him to whip his head around with excitement before it flattened upon seeing it was not you. It was an ever so confused Poppy, who held a bin of baking ingredients, and next to her was Viva and Smidge. "Oh hey Poppy." Branch mumbled, shrugging off Poppy's sudden appearance a little hastily upon realizing it wasn't you. He didn't mean to be rude, or sound rude at all, yet he was a little more concerned at your sudden abnormal schedule. I mean, what if you got eaten by a Troll-eating plant?! Branch failed the miss the confused, and slightly concerned, looks that the three made before Viva and Smidge carefully walked around Branch and over to a set of tables. Poppy, on the other hand, walked over to Branch with an ever confused smile, "Branch?... Why are you screaming for (Y/N) inside her Bakery?"

ꨄ︎. Well, Branch couldn't exactly tell Poppy what he's been doing for the past few months: visiting you basically every day, chatting for a good thirty minutes to an hour before leaving. No, Poppy would get overly excited and basically call Branch out on the (horrifying) truth of his visits. So while stood there frozen, muttering a very long "uh" to Poppy, Branch took the first escape goat that someone would give him; without even thinking about it. "Branch! Don't tell me you're here for the baking class too!" Smidge questioned from behind the two, crossing her arms. Branch didn't fully process what she had said in one go, yet he only snapped his fingers and pointed at Smidge with a nervous bit of laughter, "Yes! That I'm here for that!-" That was before Branch did a double take, glancing behind him at Smidge, "wait what?" Baking classes? You had never shared that idea with him, and usually he would be the Troll you tested new recipes on! Yet, Branch's confusion was never answered, as Poppy simply grabbed his hands and took his attention away "Oh Branch! And here I thought you were making secret trips to the Bakery to talk to (Y/N). Pft, silly me! Come on, you can help us set up!"

ꨄ︎. Well, it was safe to say that the Baking class was just a little awkward at the start. Seeing as how Branch never signed up for the class, making you a little startled when you saw him helping out Poppy and Viva, and how Branch overheard that you had changed the recipe they were making last minute. And Branch would be right to assume that the last minute change of plans was because of him.

ꨄ︎. "A baking class?" Branch asked as everyone went home, having offered to help deep-clean your Bakery kitchen after everyone had been baking in there. Somehow, it had left the two of you alone and you knew there was a conversation that needed to be had. A somewhat awkward one. "A baking class that trolls need to sign up for, Branch! And you showed up unannounced." You mumbled back in a slightly correcting tone, unsure how Branch even managed to get tangled into your little side gig. Not that it was illegal by any means yet you had just though the would be out foraging for his base a little longer today! So, it was a real shocker to you, and your plans, when that was the opposite. Branch paused and glanced over at you, unamused. "Oh wow, that makes it so much better, doesn't it?" You could feel his sarcasm from the other side of the kitchen. You rolled your eyes at him, "It makes you just as guilt as me if we're playing this game, Branch." But you were used to Branch by now; Branch and his odd ways of showing that he cared. "Why were you even here? Today, you had told me, you were restocking on your bunker!" "So you planned around me?" Branch quizzed as he went back to work.

ꨄ︎. And Branch wasn't exactly sure what you were going to day; He thought you might deflect the situation and tell him no, you weren't planning around his schedule (when you clearly were) and he was just reading too much into things. But the last thing he expect you to do was softly sigh and stare down at the stainless steal table, cleaning a certain spot in circles. A small frown etched on your face, the type of frown that made Branch pause in his own cleaning again. "Hey I-" Branch started after a long period of silence, not meaning to upset you. His eyebrows frowned upward as he began to walk over to you, yet you only shook your head. "No, no. It's fine just," There was some sort of chuckle in your somber tone, "I should have figured I could never surprise the one Troll that always seems to know when something is going on!" And that thoroughly made Branch confused; Surprise him? What were you on about?

ꨄ︎. You would explain to Branch, a little later while cleaning in silence, that you had planned for that class to make a rather special Christmas dessert (seeing as Christmas was only a few days away now). Not one that was exactly in the spirit of Christmas, yet one that was more in the spirit of giving, if that even made sense. And Branch could tell you were dancing around your explanation, trying to muster up one without giving away your plan, yet you ultimately couldn't.

ꨄ︎. "I wanted to make a batch of double chocolate chip cookie with a fudgy center." You would finally admit to Branch after dancing around your explanation for a while; not wanting to admit to him what you had originally planned to bake. Branch only cocked his head to the side though, raising an eyebrow at you, "But those are one of your summer cookies." He would point out, "Why would you make them now if-" And you knew he had put two and two together by the way he had paused, his eyes going a little wide before a small "oh" escaped his lips. His eyes stayed to the floor for a moment before they looked up at yours, noticing that you were slightly more embarrassed. That only made the tips of Branch's ears flush as he tried to contain his emotions so his face wouldn't flush red either. "I was making them for you." You spat out before you lost your confidence. "You had been telling me how much you missed that summer cookie and I thought, hey, why not bring them back for a limited time? And well... I was planning to surprise you with it... Until you kinda... you know." "Oh..." Branch mumbled again, his eyes darted down to the floor. He felt his heart beat against his chest, and the way his stomach tied into a knot. Only you had been able to make him feel that way.

ꨄ︎. Dammit. Only you made him feel this way and he knew why.

[bnhaxreader-fics]

BNHA Midoryia x Reader: Introductions

Summary: ‘Meeting your boyfriend’s friends’ is the simpler description but ‘Meeting your boyfriend’s danger-seeking, foolhardy and explosive family’ is dead accurate. 

Request: @chamille-trash​ 👉🏽👈🏽 um, could you do a Deku x GN!reader where Deku is introducing his S/O to everyone in class 1-A, if you can’t make it GN that’s fine🥺

Warnings: It’s literal fluff. Swearing. Class 1A is highly fucking chaotic.

Just breathe. 

“It’ll be fine! Don’t be nervous!” Midoriya says cheerfully and it takes everything in you not to grimace at his advice. Instead, you cast a doubtful glance in his direction, admiring his toothy grin and rosy cheeks. 

“I don’t know,” you mutter dubiously, “this Kacchan guy is wigging me out a bit.” 

Midoriya startles, tripping over his own feet on flat ground. 

“Oh God” He rasps with wide eyes. You’ve both come to a full stop outside the entrance to the common room and you can’t help but squeak when he grabs your hand tightly. “His name isn’t Kacchan.” 

You raise an eyebrow, opening your mouth to question him. He couldn’t have mentioned this earlier? Before you manage the first word, he quickly intercedes with one of his infamous rambles. 

“I know it’s confusing and I’m so sorry and I’ll explain it later but if you call him that he will kill me-” 

“Hey!” You laugh, ensuring you have his attention before continuing. “It’s okay! The point of this is to introduce me to everyone. I’ll learn everyone’s names properly.” 

The green haired boy grins sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, you’re right.” With a glance at the door he breathes deeply. “You ready?” 

You grimace at his words, your pulse suddenly picking up. “I guess it’s now or ne-” 

BOOM 

You’re sent backward when the door is literally blasted open with a force that rattles your teeth. Midoriya is behind you in an instant, preventing you from falling flat on your back. 

“Bakugo! You nearly killed her!” 

“Shut up, Barbie!” 

“Hey,” Midoriya murmurs worriedly, “are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you rasp, eyes glued to the scene before you. There are so. many. people. The first to run towards you is a girl with pink skin and sparkling eyes, you recognise her to be the voice you had heard earlier. 

“I’m so sorry about this! Bakugo’s an idiot,” she exclaims as she scoops you from Midoriya’s arms and into her own for a bone-crushing hug. “I’m Mina! It’s so nice to meet you finally, we’ve heard so much about you!” 

When Mina finally sets you down, your body feels like jelly but your chest is warm with the excitable welcome you’ve received. A soft touch rests on your waist and you realise that Midoriya is standing beside you, facing the front with a concerned smile. 

He’s never been one to initiate any sort of affection out in the public eye, often too flustered by the thought to attempt it. It dawns on you that although they must drive him crazy, (yet to be confirmed), Midoriya loves these people and draws his confidence from theirs. 

Or it’s due to the very, very angry looking blonde making his way towards you. 

“Deku!” The boy’s voice is the same as the one you had heard earlier. He’s the one who had almost blown you up. You stand straighter, eyes narrowed as he comes to a stop a few inches before you. 

“This is your little partner, huh?” A crimson gaze observes you closely, but doesn’t address you. 

Little?! 

Before Midoriya can respond, you interject with a fake smile through gritted teeth. 

“I am!” You say cheerfully. “You must be Kacchan!” 

The boy in front of you literally chokes. 

“What did you just-” 

“Hi!” There’s a flash of red and Bakugo’s head is locked beneath a muscular arm in less than a second. Your eyes widen slightly at the character before you, his hair is such a bright shade of red it momentarily stuns you. Everything about this guy is made to stand out. 

“I’m Kirishima! It’s nice to meet you,” he smiles, flashing pointed teeth that are somehow completely non-threatening. 

“Don’t mind Bakugo, he’s always hella grumpy” another voice pipes up, yellow hair with a black streak coming into vision from behind the redhead.

Exhaling heavily, you turn to face your boyfriend, ignoring the shouts of protest and rage from the blonde. The number of people waiting to introduce themselves is overwhelming in itself and you need something to ground you. 

As though hearing your thoughts, Midoriya turns his emerald gaze to meet yours, a soft smile playing on the corners of his lips. “Lets get you inside.” 

Iida eventually took the reigns of the situation and organized an orderly way for everyone to be introduced without smothering you. 

You had the pleasure of meeting Ururaka and thanked her for being a supportive friend to Midoriya. 

Mineta was promptly drop kicked into the next room and locked in there upon his “introduction”. 

As you had finished your introductions, sitting comfortably beside your boyfriend and watching them all interact, you found yourself looking forward to getting to know them all further.

It’s easy to see why he loves them so much. It’s easy to love them. 

[evesbeve]

Tongue Tied (Prologue)

gUESS WHO IS WRITING A MULTI-CHAPTER BRUISE FIC? IT'S ME!

This was part of the Ninjago Valentine's Week Challenge I hosted on tumblr. The final prompt was 'Favourite Non-Canon' ship, and well, it's now a fanfic :D

I have not set on update dates yet, but I am going to try to update once a week (most likely on Saturdays)

Also, there’s a quick mention to @ninjagoruinedmylife‘s OC Ange! She won’t be part of the story, but I still recommend checking her out, since she’s amazing ;w;

Thank you so much to everyone who has taken part in this event!! Ninjago Valentine’s Week was amazing, and once again, I’d like to thank Ver and Ali (@clumsinessinperson) who helped me with the prompts, because if it wasn’t for them, this wouldn’t be a thing now!

Without any further ado, let’s cut to the chapter!

Franchise: Ninjago

Pairing: Bruiseshipping (Jay x Cole)

Summary: When Cole first receives that anonymous love letter, he decides to ignore it. However, as more and more letters come his way, he becomes obsessed with figuring out who the mysterious writer is. It's too late to back down when he realises he might be falling for the person behind the letters...

Word count: 1,244

Find the other chapters here!

Read this chapter on AO3 and FFN!

'Cole,

There are so many things I want to tell you, and honestly, I don't know where to even begin.

For as long as I can remember, I've admired you, but only recently did I realise it was something romantic. I guess I just needed to spend some more time with you. And I did. And it was great.

I love the way you mumble under your breath when you think that no one is listening, or the way your eyes sparkle when you're excited. I love listening to your laughter, and seeing your smile.

I know I'm supposed to be able to stand for myself, but when you're here, I don't want to. I want you to hold me, to keep me safe.

I want to keep you safe.

This is why I won't reveal my identity. It's better that way, so none of us get distracted by these feelings. Well, me. You'll be fine.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Sincerely,

Someone Who May Or May Not Be In Love With You'

The words were printed on a yellow A4 sized paper, in the Gotham font. At first, Cole thought the letter was from a fan - it came with the rest of the mail after all, and he wasn't the only one on the team getting letters like these from fans.

On second thought, there was no way. The way the writer described Cole's habits was accurate. Way too accurate.

So who was the writer?

Cole decided he'd investigate later, as he was called for breakfast. The smell of pancakes had spread across the entire Monastery, and the master of earth was looking forward to a festive breakfast.

The others were already in the kitchen when he got there. Kai, Jay and Lloyd were throwing sugar cubes in the air, trying to aim at their mouths. Meanwhile, Nya and Zane were chatting about some blueprints or who knows what, and Sensei Wu was observing them all, quietly sipping his tea.

"Morning guys!" Cole greeted.

"Cole!" Jay said excitedly, accidentally throwing a sugar cube at Kai's forehead.

"Watch it, Jay!"

Nya shook her head. "You're finally here - I don't think the others could have waited another second. Um… Me included."

Zane had gone overboard, as expected.

There were seven plates on the table, and each one had a short tower of pancakes covered in maple syrup, with strawberries and berries to the side. The nindroid had also made sure to prepare fresh orange juice, and had just placed the coffee maker in the middle of the table.

"Gosh, Zane! These look delicious!" Cole said, sitting on his usual spot at the corner of the table.

Over the course of the years, everyone's spot around the table had changed. However, Cole always went for the top right corner from the door.

The most current patern went as followed; Kai was next to Cole, followed by Lloyd. Across of Cole sat Jay, next to whom was Nya, and Zane - unless Pixal was joining them, in that case Nya went to the side. Master Wu always went for the side too.

"Thank you, Valentine," Zane winked at Cole jokingly, and everyone laughed.

Cole was caught off guard however.

"Woah, you okay there Cole?" Lloyd asked.

"Yeah, sorry," Cole shook his head. "I just received this letter this morning, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."

"Pff," Kai huffed, "I got like, a dozen of those-!"

The master of fire was hit with a sugar cube once again, this time by his sister.

"Hey!"

"Show-off," she commented.

Maybe Kai had received admiration letters too, but Cole still wasn't reassured. "It's not just a fan, Kai," Cole tried to explain. "What this person wrote, it was… Well, personal."

"Really?" Jay asked, with his mouth full of food. "I mean, we're practically famous, right?"

Nya nodded. "Yeah, which means that Jay and I keep receiving Valentine's wishes, even though we're not together anymore."

Cole still couldn't believe that Nya and Jay were no longer a thing. It had been around three months that they told everyone they broke up, yet it still felt odd. Apperantly they had stopped seeing each other romantically in a long time, but decided to give it another try.

In the end, they decided it was better for everyone if they officially ended things. There were no fights or anything, which Cole was greatful for, and the two of them were still pretty close and comfortable with one another.

Cole couldn't help but wonder how he would have reacted if this had happened the previous year, when he still had feelings for Jay.

But not anymore, he reminded himself. Cole Brookstone was a free man.

"Perhaps it is one of the other elemental masters?" Zane suggested. "We did spend last weekend together."

"True!" Lloyd said. "Gosh, I can't believe how nice Metalonia was."

"Speak for yourself," Kai mumbled. "If I have to spend another second with Karlof's family, I think I'm going to lose it."

"Oh come on, they're good people!" Lloyd disagreed. "Besides, how awesome was the festival?"

In celebration of defeating the Oni for good, the elemental masters had gathered at Metalonia, Karlof's homeland, and spent the weekend there together. Metalonia was at southeastern Ninjago, and even though it was isolated, it was very much alive.

Despite looking ferocious, the people of Metalonia were very good hosts. They lived simple lives, and valued Ninjago's traditions a lot. What Cole enjoyed most was the food - it left a nice spice in your mouth.

"The festival was delightful," Zane said. "But Kai does have a point - Karlof's daughter didn't seem so fond of you, Lloyd."

"She's… Okay." Lloyd was clearly trying to deny Zane's comment.

"She calls you broccoli," Kai insisted, earning a groan from the green ninja.

"I'd love to sit and talk about Karlof's goth daughter for the rest of the day," Cole interrupted, "but who of the elemental masters would write me a love letter?"

"I don't know, Ash?" Jay shrugged. "Chamille?"

"Chamille wasn't even there," Cole said, "And no offense to Ash, but he's so not my type."

"How about Bolobo?" Zane suggested.

Kai shook his head. "Don't take it personally, Zane, but it sounds as if you're trying to cover up your crush on Cole."

Cole couldn't help but laugh, and soon everyone on the table - except Zane - joined him.

"I have a girlfriend, Kai," Zane said, with a dead serious tone.

"He's joking, Zane," Nya patted his shoulder. "But hey, at least you can cross our nindroid friend out of your list. And while you're at it, cross me out too. I don't think I'm ready for a relationship at the moment."

"Oh, same," Lloyd agreed. "No offense, Cole, but I could never see you as anything other than family."

"Me and you both, buddy," Cole said, smiling at Lloyd. He had grown so much, yet nothing had changed.

"Why don't you just cross everyone here out of your list?" Jay said. "I mean, it's a start!"

Cole shook his head, chuckling. "What makes you think I have a list?"

"This is nice and all, my students," Master Wu said, placing his cup on the table, "but don't you think time for training has arrived?"

"Yes, Sensei," everyone said in one voice, starting to put away their plates.

Soon they were all outside, doing their warm-up exercises. Yet, one question remained in Cole's head;

Who had sent the letter?

[crumpledsilkskin-blog]

Chapter 12: I’m Fine.

I know it probably seems like all I do is sit here and bitch about not having enough time cause I’m writing or I’m so busy, but I never post my writing. So here you go. What my CP’s have called, the saddest Chapter of my W.I.P.

2 YEARS EARLIER

It was a warm morning in March. I remember because Chamille always smelt like dead flowers in March, and today, she smelt like a mass grave. It was lunch time too, which meant if you stepped out from beneath Chamille, your chances of skin cancer elevated tenfold. I pulled my less than newfangled cell phone out of my pocket and delved into the ‘sounds’ menu.

That trademark ‘kick; ring these phones had, always made for good entertainment when bored. I raised both fists up and alternated between lowering and raising them, all in rhythm with the chimes of the ringtone. This gained me more than a few curious stares, but I didn’t care.Two hours of waiting with nothing to do, was enough to make anyone act slightly weird.

After a few minutes, I could sense something. Something…off. I stopped the music and turned around to see Nikki dancing to the music too. At the time, she still went by Zahira. Her eyes were closed and though she had books in her hand, she was doing the same dance I was.. I don’t think she even realized I’d stopped the sound.

“Z,” I said. No response. She kept dancing and began to slowly turn in a circle. “Z!” I shouted then laughed.

“Huh! What!?” she said as she pretended to jump.

“How long were you standing there?” I asked.

She smiled and readjusted the books in her hand, so she could get a better handle on them. “Not long. Long enough to see you start your little party.”  She set her books down beside me then slid her bag off her shoulder. After she readjusted her cardigan she opened her arms and asked. “Where’s my hug?”

“You’re sweaty,” I said.

“That’s what happens in the sun Nicolai.” She laughed.

“Yeah but like…you know one of my stipulations is you have to be clean”

She whined and stomped her feet. “Gimme my hug!”

I smiled and feigned complaint. “Alright, alright.” I smiled.

I rose from the bench and embraced her. Her arms wrapped around me and I could feel her head, snuggle into my chest. She cooed and giggled as she continued to press her body into mine. It had taken a long time for me to get comfortable with this. A long time for me to trust her enough, to let her hold me this intimately. The only women that’d held me like this since I was twelve, was my mother and Paratheia.

“You’re so tall,” She said. Her already high pitched voice, even more cutesy and squeaky. She looked up at me with a smile and asked. “How tall are you?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. Five, eight six, one. As a black guy, no one really cares unless you play basketball or fuck petite white girls in front of a camera.”

A mischievous smile formed on her face as she asked. “What about petite asian girls?”

I bit my lip and tried to contain my blush as I said. “Ok you’re teasing me now. I’m revoking privilege.”

“Noooo. Nooo.” She whined. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I won’t tease you.” She placed her head on my chest again and snuggled in harder.

All of this. All her little nuances and quirks. It was hard not to adore her. Not to want to wrap her up and never let her go. What a shame it was. That my own damage prevented me from loving her the way I wanted to.

I tapped lightly on her back twice and said. “Alright enough now. Too much.”

She released me and apologized. Both of us took our seats on the bench. Zahira pushed her books in between to form a small barricade. I was always amazed at the lengths she went through, just to make me comfortable. She leant back on the bench and spread her arms out. She unbuttoned the top button on her blouse and fanned herself. “It’s sooo hot!” she complained.

“But it’s the Sun.” I replied in a mocking tone. She glared at me and threw one of her oversized textbooks at me. It hit me in the shoulder and fell to the ground. “Well, at least we know you still have the energy to throw phonebooks.” I laughed. “How was class by the way?” I asked.

She groaned and said. “Way too long. It was supposed to end like an hour ago, but then we had like this guy who talked for  an hour about the Curry used by Indians in the Caribbean; and the Curry used by Indians in India, and how it’s affected by our culture and it was all just…blegh.” The more she talked, the more exhausted she seemed to grow.

I laughed and picked up her textbook from the ground. “I thought you liked learning about cooking in culture?”

“Yeah but, only when it’s my mom singing in the kitchen and telling me about Japan. Not when it’s some overeducated douchebag in a suit that keeps me from you.”

I pouted and placed the book at the top of the stack. “Awwww did the poor man bore the pretty lady?” I reached over the pinch her cheeks, but the moment I touched her she screeched and pulled back. I jumped, out of fear. “Oh God I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?”

She held her face and winced. “No, no…I’m fine.”  She pulled out a pocket mirror and looked at her face. I could see her wincing and cringing a bit, till finally she fixed her hair and placed the mirror back in her bag. All the pain seemed to vanish from her face as she smiled and asked. “How are you though!? You haven’t spoken to me since our date.”

I laughed and shook my head. “It wasn’t a date. It was my way of making up for shitty life advice.” At that moment, there was polyphonic beeping that came from my phone. I’d received a message from my father. Without a second glance I tucked the phone into my pocket. “Did you enjoy it by the way? I mean I picked a restaurant I thought you’d like but, I can’t help feeling maybe, I should have just straight up asked, instead of just picking on my own.”

She blushed slightly and pulled the keychain I gave her that night, from her pocket. “I loved the restaurant. I loved that you geeked out about Dragon Trigger. I love that you bought me this keychain. I loved everything about it.” She slid the keychain ring onto her middle finger then twirled it around. When it stopped, she took a deep breath then asked. “Can…can I kiss you?”

My heart felt like it switched places with my adam’s apple. “Wha-what!?” I answered in a choked and raspy voice.

Her eyes widened and she shook her head. “Not, not! On the lips. Just, just a little one, on your cheek.” She smiled and tapped her right cheek.

I tried to calm myself as my face grew redder. “I-I don’t know. To me, kissing is an intimate thing you know? I-I just feel like it ventures too close to being, more than friends.”

I had never hated myself more, than that moment. The truth of it all was, I would have loved more than a cheek kiss. I would have loved to be more than friends. But when I thought about Alvin and Louis and how they would react. When I thought about the fact that I was only here for three weeks out of an entire year. When I thought about just how much she could get hurt if I was selfish, I couldn’t help but distance myself.

She had a disappointed expression on her face as she said, “Ok.”

My phone went off again. I didn’t need to check it. I knew it was my father. I clapped my hands and put on a bright smile. “Hey come on, don’t get all down. You are the pretty lady and I couldn’t forgive myself if I made the pretty lady sad.”

She covered her mouth and laughed. “Ok I’m jealous. How come you get to give me a nickname and I can’t give you one?”

I shrugged. “You never bothered to. Two years of friendship, I thought you would have by now.”

She got overly excited, reached into her bag and pulled out a magazine and a pen. “Ok, ok! I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

“Did you plan this?” I laughed.

She nodded and sifted through the magazine, until she found what she wanted. Once she was on the right page, she folded the cover of the magazine back, then got up and sat on the backrest. “Ok, ten cute nicknames to call your man in the bedroom.”

“What!?” I exclaimed.

She threw her head back and laughed. “It’s ok. Penny gave it to me.We can just ignore the in the bedroom part.” That mischievous smile returned again as she licked her lips and went. “Unless…”

“We’ll leave out the in the bedroom part.” I laughed.

“Your loss.” She shrugged. “Ok! First one. Honey.”

“Mmmmm too married, next one,” I said.

She nodded then drew a line through it with her pen. “Sweetheart!”

“Hmmm I like that one.” I nodded. “Put it on the backburner.”

She giggled then circled the name. “Darling!” She said with a faux English accent.

I followed in kind and replied. “No my dear.”

She laughed then put a line through that one too.When her eyes fell on the next one, I saw her face light up. “Oooooh I love this one.” She stuck her pen in her mouth and winked at me. “Daddy!”

“Hell, no!” I shouted.

Zahira laughed so hard, she almost fell off the bench. She had to brace herself on Chamille to stop her fall. “Oh shit!” She exclaimed.

“That’s what you get.” I laughed. All enjoyment was stopped, when I saw her cradle her face and rock back and forth. “Z? You ok?”

She nodded and said. “I’m...I’m fine.” But I knew she wasn’t. There was pain in her voice and I could see tears start to stream from her closed eyes.

I got up and ran to her side of the bench so fast, I almost fell over.. “Hey, hey…what’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing.”

I caressed her face. “It’s not nothing. You’ve been babying your face all morning.” She gritted her teeth and looked up at me. I’d never seen so much pain and sadness on her face. Gentler than a baby with a nurse. I tucked her hair behind her ears. What I saw, almost made me burst into tears too. The entire left side of her face, was black and blue. There was some slight swelling under her lower eyelid and the eye itself was red. “Oh my God! Z what happened!?”

She broke down and started crying, while she buried her face in my chest. “I-I…I didn’t want you to see it.”

As light as I could I embrace her stroked her head to soothe her. “It’s ok.” I said.  I waited for her to stop crying before I asked. “What was it for this time?”

She sniffled and said. “It doesn’t matter. It might as well have been anything. ”

“It does matter. A loving father wouldn’t do this,” I said. “Do you have any ointment? I’ll go to Shurrie’s see if I can get some ice.”

Before I could leave she grabbed my hand and said. “No. I’m fine ok? I don’t want to be the abused girl who has a breakdown every time her father gets rough. I’m better than this.” She pulled out a handkerchief and carefully dried her eyes. When she was done she put on a big smile, and started seductively walking her fingers up my chest. “Have I told you how cute you are when you worry about me?” She said with a grin.

I blushed and tried not to make eye contact with her. “D-don’t…Don’t think you can tease me and I’ll forget about it.”

She giggled and pulled her hand back. “I’m not trying to make you forget about it. I just don’t want you to worry about something you can’t help.” She leant her head against Chamille and sighed. “Until I can do better, this is just the everyday life, of the middle Ward daughter.”

I looked at her, in all her helplessness and frustration. In all her inner strength and I couldn’t help but see myself. I couldn’t help but see a child, struggling against the weight of an insecure parent. At that moment, the hardest thing to do in the world, was resist kissing her.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said. “Gimme your student I.D.” She reached into her pocket then handed it to me. I sifted through her pile of books until I found a notebook. “Can I have a page from this?” I asked.

“What are you doing?” She asked.

I tore off a piece from a blank page, just big enough to cover the part of her I.D. that had her name. I licked my thumb and pasted the saliva on the back of the paper, for it to act as a type of adhesive. “Can I borrow your pen?” I asked.

She laughed. “Are you ever going to tell me what all of this is for?”

Once the paper was properly covering her name I asked. “Your middle name is Nikhita right?” She nodded. “Annnnnd your mom’s maiden name?”

“Sagiri.”

In one fluid motion I wrote out a name I thought she would appreciate. “There we are,” I said as I handed it back to her.

She blushed and smiled as she looked it over. “Nikki Sagiri...I love it.”

“You’re not just his daughter pretty lady.” I smiled.

Her blushing and smiling transformed more into a look of yearning. She pulled me in so fast, we both almost fell over.We were so close I could feel her warm breath on my lips. Her pretty pink glasses had begun to fog up from my breath.  I was frozen. I knew exactly what she wanted. The closer her lips got to mine, the more I felt my will fail. I would hurt her. My emotions would get the better of me. Nothing good would come of us kissing.

It would be impossible to clarify, whether I was upset or thankful, that my phone rung just in time to disrupt the atmosphere.

I smiled and slipped away from her grasp, walking a little distance away to take the call. “Hello?” I answered.

“Ey! You know how long I callin you!? Where yuh is?” It was my father. He sounded furious, although, he never spoke to me in a gentler tone so, it was hard for me to tell angry from calm.

“I’m, busy,” I said.

“Orrr horrr. So you too busy for my wok now?”

“No, no. I worked my full hours and by four o’clock today, you’ll see that you’ve been paid back every—”

“I don’t care about that!” He screamed into the phone. I had to pull it away from my ear to save my hearing. “You and I had an agreement! And you have reneged on that agreement!”

“No I have not! I’ve more than filled—.”

“Where you is? Yuh on campus?” He asked.

My words froze in my throat. For him to ask it like that…meant only one thing. “W-Why…Why would you ask a question like that?”

He laughed. “Because yuh need to learn to stop tellin Otis yuh business.” There was an eery confidence in his voice. Like he’d found out my greatest secret. Truth is, I’d never hid that this is where I spent my time when I came home, It was just his invasion of my space that got me. His presence within my serenity, that made things go shitfaced. “Meet me by the coffee shop in fifteen minutes. And don’t play smart, because I have yuh passport.”

The moment he hung up, a mixture of fear and rage filled me. It’s a good thing this was an older phone. I might have done more damage to a smartphone. I pushed the phone in my pocket and ran back to Nikki. She was packing her bag book by book.

“Hey pretty lady…I gotta go.”

She seemed confused and slightly disappointed. “What!? Why? Where are you going?”

I took a deep breath and said, “There’s this hooker named Big Booty Suzy, been beggin’ me to suck my dick for about a month. She just called me and told me her boyfriend’s out. So I gotta hurry if I want this blowjob.”

She squinted at me while her brain processed what I was saying. When she caught on she burst out laughing. “What the hell was that?”

“Yeah I realized that one was too much after I said it.” I laughed. “The truth is I have some high level adulting to do, and I’m not sure I’ll be done with it before you have to go do other things.”

“Ohhh adulting,” She said. “How come you always adult by yourself? Maybe sometimes you could adult with me.” She giggled..

I laughed and shook my head. “You’re too much sometimes pretty lady.”  I waved her goodbye and took off.

◊◊◊

My father was always a man of flair. At least as long as I knew him. When I was younger, my mom told me he was just a construction worker when they first met. She said she loved the smell of a hard working man. Which as I grew older I realized was just a sweat fetish.To get to the coffee shop, you had to cross the library courtyard on the western side of campus. Even from there I could see his jewelry.

Massive golden rings with imagery of Norse mythology and freemasonry. An expensive Onyx suit, with a tie to match. Attire that said, I own the most successful construction firm in this country…fear me.

As I got closer he folded his arms and wore an angered expression. His already grisled and intimidating aura, transformed into a menacing one.

“Hello sir,” I said. I made sure to keep good distance between him and me. He had a tendency to get physical during discussions.

With a face like a bull he shrugged and asked. “Where my money?”

I sighed, took a deep breath, and then responded. “I already sold my phone, my favourite sneakers and my laptop. All of that money was deposited this morning at ten a.m. Deposits are processed at twelve a.m. everyday and new balances are reflected in your account, by four p.m.”

“Not that money!” He shouted. “The money that I have to pay you! For missing days on my wok!”

“I didn’t miss any days! You made me your own son sign a contract that stated I had to work a minimum of fifty five hours total while I paid you back.  I worked a ten hour shift on Sunday at time and a half and I’ve worked ten hour shifts all week. As of nine thirty this morning, I have officially worked fifty five hours, and not only have I paid you back, but you owe me thirty six dollars and thirty seven cents.”

I was so caught up in proving him wrong, that I couldn’t react fast enough. He ran up to me and punched me square in the jaw. My glasses fell off my face and slid away from me. Much good they’d do. Even with them I was still dizzy and seeing spots. The second punch was what flung me to the ground. That one hurt so bad, the left side of my face went numb from pain. I tried to stand up, but he kicked me in my stomach and I fell down again.

“You think because you get to go away, that yuh smarter than everybody ent!?” My father said. “Ent!” He shouted again.

I decided it wasn’t in my best interest to move. He’d see it as me trying to fight back. I held my stomach and curled into the fetal position. Any other blows would be cushioned this way. A crowd had started to gather and I could see phone flashes from pictures being taken.

He knelt beside me, grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. “Smarter don’t mean stronger eh boy! Next time yuh want to take your little bitch out to dinner, use yuh own money.”

He pushed my head away so hard, it grazed on the concrete. He left after that. He’d already proven his dominance. My father was always a man like that. He was right, and if he wasn’t right, he could always beat you until you said he was right.

That’s what all this was about. He was angry I found a way to cheat his system. A system he thought would beat me, because of my heart. When I found a way to subvert his plans, he had to show me he was still powerful.

Several people came up and offered to help. I heard a security guard running after him but I knew he wouldn’t catch him. Or if he did, there was no way he was to be brought to justice. Someone was kind enough to hand me glasses and I thanked them. Yet, I couldn't get up from the floor.

When I left, I thought this was behind me. I thought the weight of being outside child would have been lifted. The sadness and loneliness that comes with being the hidden son would vanish. But it didn’t. Instead, every time I came home to visit. I was reminded that my existence was a planned accident.

I buried my face in the concrete and wept. Tears, dusted and snot covered my face. I could hear people walk past me. Some even made derogatory comments. All offers of help stopped at this point. Why would they continue? No one wanted or needed to be caught up in the whirlpool that was my family drama.

◊◊◊

After a few minutes of crying, I sat up and wiped my face with the sleeve of my hoodie. Some dirt got in my eyes and it caused problems, but eventually resolved itself. I got up, cleaned my glasses and made my way to a nearby water fountain. Almost on cue, as soon as I finished cleaning my face, my phone rang.

“Hey Za-I mean…Nikki! What’s up?” I said cheerfully, not wanting her to know what I’d just been through.

“Hey umm, I was just wondering, are you done with what you were doing yet?” She asked. I was a tad skeptical about her timing, but for the most part it seemed harmless.

“Ummm, yeah I am, why?”

Her tone got softer, as if she was begging. “I was just wondering could-could you meet me in the lower lounge at S.R.C?” She asked.

I sighed. “Umm, you know I would love to pretty lady, I really would but, I’m just…I’m really tired and, I’m not sure I can.”

“Please?”  She asked. Her please sounded desperate and concerned and though at the time I wouldn’t admit it, I could never say no to her twice.

“Ok um, sure. Sure, just, just give me like fifteen minutes.”

◊◊◊

When I arrived, the lounge was uncharacteristically empty. Far at the back sat Nikki, at a table all by herself. She had a giant box of pizza on the table, and kept looking around impatiently. When she saw me her face lit up. She opened the box, tore off a slice of pizza and put it on a napkin.

“Come, come, sit, sit.” She said with cheer. Almost as if to imitate a doting wife.

“Nikki,what is this?” I laughed.

“I just thought I’d treat you is all,” she said with a smile. “I know you’re always worrying about your heart so I got chicken, olive and corn.” Some stray sauce had gotten on her finger and she quickly licked it off. “Not the healthiest options I know but, the best I could do.”

She set the slice of pizza down and pulled out a seat for me on the opposite side of the desk. Nikki was being so adorable, I couldn’t resist. After she’d fed me two slices of pizza and ate one herself, I asked.

“Ok you never answered my question. Pizza? A secluded lounge just you and me? Am I being solicited? Is there sexy times in my future?”

“If you ask nicely.” She licked her fingers clean, seductively licked her top lip then laughed.

I shook my head and laughed too. “But seriously though, why go through all this trouble? A pizza this size isn’t cheap.”

She set her slice of pizza down and finished chewing before she answered. “I never have you for lengthy periods of time, I just thought I’d treat you this time. Make sure you left happy ok?”

“Happy?” I laughed. “You don’t have to buy pizza for that, I’m fine.”

Her attitude changed from happy and cheerful, to sad and downtrodden. The laughter and joy had now changed to a frown and looks of concern. She scooted her chair closer to mine and pulled out her handkerchief. I had never felt a softer touch on my face as she caressed my cheek with one hand and dried the blood from my bleeding lip with the other. I was so busy trying to stay calm, that I didn’t notice my lip was damaged.

“I know,” she said softly. She folded the handkerchief and placed it back in her pocket. With the same hand, she tucked her hair behind her ear to reveal her face. It was night and day to what it was before. The swelling had gone down and all signs of injury were expertly covered up by cosmetics. “I’m fine too.”  She leant in and placed a gentle kiss on my left cheek. Its warmth seemed to heal all of my pain. When she pulled back, she looked me in the eyes and smiled. “But I still want you to be happy.”

[vacayisland]

Could you do a John Dory x Retired Singer/Musician Reader? Pls and thank you

(I loved meet the wifie I fucking cackled at "imma beat his ass!")

@!; Oldies are always better. John Dory / Retired! Reader

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ꨄ︎. You were a big alt-indie musician, making music that tended to have a little bit of everything; the funk and beat of the funk tribe and the techno tribe, the guitar riffs and drum solos from the rock tribe, some classical instruments as undertones, and pop-like lyrics and beats. All the while you also put your own spin on it. Music had always been an outlet for you, always allowed you to take what was in your head and thread it into sound for everyone to hear. Sometimes it was chaotic, sometimes it was mellow, and it always depended on your mood when writing, composing, and singing. It's usually was drew people to your music. It was down to Earth, yet also complex and simple at the same time. Those who wanted to dive into the meaning of your music and dissect it would find multiple layers, many undertones that all harmonized. Those who just wanted to vibe out to your music could do that as well.

ꨄ︎. When you had left your career behind, it wasn't because of anything bad. You left with one final song in which explained that you were stepping down to let the new generation to find their own flow, to let other people take the stage, to be able to sit back and enjoy everything that will come in the future. You were only around 24 when you put down your guitar for the final time for the public; But you never gave up music for good on your own. While you never published anything anymore, you kept writing and composing for yourself as it was truly your passion.

ꨄ︎. This is when JD found you, playing in a friend's cafe. You had caught his attention right away, so much so he didn't hear the waiter when he had asked for JD's order. He was honestly so captivated by you for a moment he wondered if you were some sort of siren. He soon realized, yeah no you weren't, you just were really, really good. And he needed your number, badly. And that sounded a little creepy, but when you see someone who's not only good looking but knows how to sing and play an instrument all in one? You don't miss that chance to talk them up, and JD was defiantly not missing his chance!

ꨄ︎. JD didn't see a ring on your finger, it was fair game for him. Luckily you hadn't been seeing anyone at the time, but you still gave him a reality check after he approached you as though he was the coolest guy on the planet; Introducing himself before using some sort of cheesy pick up line to get your number. "Hey, babe, my name is John Dory and you seem rather lonely. You know, I can fill that 'me' shaped hole in your heart if you give me your number!" And then he winked!? Your friend was flabbergasted. You thought he was really brave.

ꨄ︎. And you hate to admit that his stupid pick-up line (which didn't even seem like a pick-up line!) actually worked and he got your number. (And he would be so smug and proud about this fact for the rest of his life.)

ꨄ︎. You two talked for a few months before making anything official, and then you waited about a year or two before you two even thought about moving in together. Even so, by 6 months of dating you basically lived in Rhonda; Your stuff littered his home, you had your own set of clothes there, your own toothbrush, and even your own house slippers. Then when you moved in, it felt natural. It felt like this was where you were always meant to end up and somehow the planets aligned. And for some reason JD never noticed the fact you brought in an electric guitar, which also sat in your shared closet. Sometimes you wonder if he's just stupid or a little blind, because he's also seen your play.

ꨄ︎. Either way, one day when he was hoisting his brothers over (after the whole Floyd situation got resolved, and god you were kind of glad you were staying with friends during all of that; not because you didn't like his brothers but because you didn't think you could handle meeting his family during that whole situation.) when they heard you playing your guitar in the bedroom. You weren't doing anything fancy, mostly tuning the guitar and making sure the strings didn't need to be replaced. But, of course, that always had to include one of your most iconic guitar riffs from a song about fighting your crushing mentality during the lowest part of your career. "Holy shit dude, I didn't know your lover listened to (Y/N)!" Branch would be the first to comment, being the most diverse music listener in the family. Floyd, who had been distracted by the riff, perked up at the conversation and nodded in agreement. JD only gave them a confused look, leaning against his kitchen counter, "Dude, my lover is (Y/N)?" And JD wasn't sure what to expect, but it wasn't all four of his brothers stopping and staring at him completely baffled. Mostly Floyd and Branch, who soon yelled a rather loud, "WHAT?!" "What?!" Which only confused JD more.

ꨄ︎. You hadn't met JD's family before this point, but you've heard all about them; Not only from JD, when he told you about his band days, and when you heard them around the trailer when they would come over. Usually you stayed in the bedroom, not to be rude yet to just let JD have his time with his brothers. Yet, you couldn't understand what all the yelling was about, "Yo, Que te pasa? Why the hell are you guys yelling?" You would ask, poking your head out of the door to the bedroom. Your expression tired, your hair messier, yet you could care less at this moment; You were sure JD's brothers wouldn't mind, they would see you worse later on since you were planning to stay with that big doofus. "Oh my god-" You flinched when Floyd dropped the cup he was holding, his jaw dropping upon seeing you; And honestly, for a second, you forgot you used to be a big artist. "John Dory," You started, startled by the reactions his brothers were giving, "Vas a decirme lo que esta pasando ahora mismo."

ꨄ︎. JD is always a little intimidated when you speak Spanish, mostly because his Grandma used to scold him and his brothers in Spanish. So he only explained (rather quickly) how his brothers had heard you tuning your guitar in the bedroom and how they just got weird. And that's when Branch defended himself, along with Floyd, how JD never told them that you were his lover! "And what's it to you that I love your brother?" You shot back quick and snappy, crossing your arms as you shot a glare their way. You weren't above throwing hands with JD's brothers. Floyd noticed the way JD glanced away, sipping his coffee. He was quick to stand up, placing a hand on Branch's shoulder to calm him, before explaining the whole situation to you better; Saying how Branch and Floyd were just big fans of your music and they didn't realize that you were with JD, because no matter how much JD spoke about you he never told them that you were his lover.

ꨄ︎. "Oh, Mierda lo siento." God, this made things a little awkward, "I thought you were about to be one of those horrible step-siblings that didn't like his brother's lover for some dumb reason like my hair." "What? No!-" "No, yeah, I see that now. My bad, really sorry." You mumbled, rubbing the back of your neck, "JD can be really, really dense sometimes, shut it John Dory!," You pointed a finger at JD before he could make a peep in protest about your slight insult, but it was made out of full love. "Let's start over, hi I'm (Y/n) and it's really nice to meet you."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say, JD forgot to tell his brothers that he was dating an old sensational artist...and kind of forgot you were one and was very shocked to realize this! Furthermore, you were a little flabbergasted when he revealed that some of BroZone's songs were influenced by your music. You would stare at JD after he confessed such a large secret, "Wow... that's a big insult." You mumbled sarcastically under your breath. "EXCUSE ME?!" But you guessed JD missed the sarcasm. "I'm being sarcastic, love. That's kind of sweet." Playfully rolling your eyes, you pressed a kiss into JD's cheek before turning back to his brothers. You crossed your legs, rested your elbow against your knee, and held your face in your hands. "Now about you four, how about we get to actually know each other. I'm planning to remain in this family after all..."

ꨄ︎. Safe to say that JD is wifing/husbanding/etc. you up really quick.

ꨄ︎. He still brags about how he first got your number and how he managed to 'snatch you up' before anyone else could. You told him he's too old to use new lingo and to stop, lovingly of course as you didn't want your 'husband' to embarrass himself. He melted hearing you call him husband before getting a bigger ego boost; And you had fun watching him terrorize his siblings while his ego was so inflated. You even jokingly did the whole 'I'm watching you' eyes to one of his brothers (Clay) as a silent threat that this is how you were always going to hand JD off to them like. He gave you the biggest (playful) stink eye ever. Yeah, you're going to fit right into this family.

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@!; New Years Eve Imma try something a little different! Who's included?: Poppy, Viva, JD, Bruce, Clay, Floyd, Branch, Creek, Barb, Val, Veneer, Velvet, Delta, Hickory, Holly, Trollex, Synth, Lownote, Prince D, Tresillo !! all seperate!

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ꨄ︎. WAITING (impatient, “speed this up, pls”)

You were standing outside the pod, watching as the little kids ran around and played amongst themselves. From what you caught, they were playing freeze tag, yet with some sort of infecting twist. It was entertaining to say the least, especially when one of the younger ones ran over to the nearest group of adults (where you happened to be standing) and ran around you guys to only get caught. It was both entertaining to watch and entertaining to listen to the others having to quickly change their conversations because the little kids were now here. “Looove,” But, there is always one baby that can’t seem to entertain themselves. You would stifle a chuckle as you felt them slug over, wrapping their arms around your waist and resting their head atop of yours. It had only been two hours, the two of you having gotten here since the sun went down, but you could already tell that they will be bothering you for the next half an hour to make the ‘clock go by faster’. “It’s not time yet.” You would simply tell them, leaning back into the hug as you messed with the straw in your drink. Again, you had to suppress a chuckle because of the groan you got. For the past two hours you’ve been sending them on meaningless tasks to get them to do something, or else they’ll be up your butt until the fireworks went off, but you couldn’t think of anything for them to do right now. Maybe you should send them off to play with the kids.

JD, SYNTH, Velvet, BARB, Val, branch, Tresillo

ꨄ︎. WAITING (impatient, “bouncing off the walls”)

“And that’s when I said, nu-uh he better not!” You were talking to your little friend group in the kitchen, as one of them was trying to make Flan and the others decided to just migrate with them into the kitchen. You tagged along. Sure, you wanted to stay outside to keep an eye on the kids, yet you were reassured that they were in good hands no matter what. But hey, at least it was more quiet inside since all the speakers blasting music were outside. That was a big relief. “He did not, did he?” Another one of your friends asked as you took a sip of your drink, glancing outside the door to notice your love rushing in with some of the kids. They were all giggling and rushing around, pushing the couch forward to hide behind it, hiding inside the pantry, bathroom, etc. Before you could ask any questions about what they were doing, you assumed playing hide and seek, your lover rushed over to you in a fury. They pecked your forehead, “Love you, Dove, don’t rat any of us out! Melody is it.” And they rushed off again, scrambling to find somewhere to hide despite being a little too grown to shove their way into cabinets, like some of the other kids were doing. Well, someone’s excited for the fireworks!... that or they were doing this to get on your family’s good side… or the kids kidnapped them into playing this.

BRUCE, POPPY, VIVA, val, barb, veneer, Holly, TROLLEX, SYNTH, Lownote

ꨄ︎.WAITING (patient)

Having come early to help with the party, it was a good few hours until midnight and the New Year. The family and friends invited to the small event had been slowly showing up, some even offering to help up with the final little details and some just placing down the food they brought before going to socialize. The kids were put into the gaming room, for now to keep them all entertained, and the adults were all socializing either outside or in the living room. Hours flew by and you found yourself standing outside with your lover, their arm around your waist to hold you close. All the adults were laughing and chattering and having been kicked outside of the house since the kids took up the living room to play their games. Your smile wobbled a little as you glanced up at your lover, and you couldn’t help but whisper to them: “Hey, sorry we had to be here so early. Thanks for being so patient.” Which caught your lovers attention instantly, as they glanced down at you with a curious look before smiling. They would lean down, placing a rather sweet kiss on your lips. “Anything for you, love.”

DELTA, Trollex, BRANCH, Tresillo, barb, HICKORY, holly, Viva, CLAY, FLOYD, CREEK, LOWNOTE, PRINCE D

ꨄ︎. MIDNIGHT KISSES

“HAPPY NEW YEARS!” The shouts of many filled the small house just as the counting that took place earlier, as big grins spread upon people’s faces and couples paired up to kiss one another. Some of the kids would recoil and yell yuck, grabbing a cup of candy or grapes before giggling and rushing away outside to get the firework show started! They knew that someone had to follow them outside or else there would be a repeat of last year; There would be no fireworks to set off because someone doused them in water! You were laughing, about to follow the kids out with a shout, “Wait up you buggers!” Yet before you could exit the door an arm snaked around your waist and pulled you back. You would let out a yelp, not having expected it, nor having expected to be twirled around and dipped. Your lover would chuckle seeing your flushed face staring right back up at them, they just couldn’t help it! You look all too cute being so flustered. “Did you forget you got someone to kiss now on New Years, love?” They would tease, the biggest snicker upon their face. You wouldn’t even get a chance to respond before their lips met yours, in an oddly steamy yet enjoyable kiss; Even if most of the kids were shouting in disgust in the background.

HICKORY!!!, CREEK, TROLLEX, JD, Branch, Velvet, DELTA, Barb, lownote, TRESILLO, clay, Viva

ꨄ︎. MIDNIGHT KISSES (v. 2!)

“Three!” You and the others would count down, watching the closet clock that had been brought out for this exact purpose. Your love was standing right next to you, counting down just as excitedly with you. It was going to be a new year and no way were they going to be anywhere other than your side tonight! The kids were bouncing excitedly, basically off the walls, and some adults were two as the next two numbers were called: “Two!- oNE! HAPPY NEW YEARS!!” We did it, another year around the sun was completed and a New Year had started. Cheers and applause erupted from everyone as couples kissed their lovers and some tried eating their cup of grapes for good luck that year. You couldn’t help but giggle, noticing how your lover was glancing over at you with expected eyes. They were too cute! So, before they could make a move to meet your lips, you would cup their cheeks within your hands, squishing them together, before you pull them down to meet your lips. You didn’t realize how shocked they were at first, though you couldn’t help but giggle at this fact as they soon melted into the kiss and accepted it, hugging your waist with their arms to pull you closer.

Creek, TROLLEX, FLOYD, BRANCH, Clay, barb, Hickory, POPPY, VIVA, PRINCE D., Lownote, Veener

ꨄ︎. MIDNIGHT KISSES (fucked up)

You were trying to hold back your laughter, turning your head away from your lover as they held you firmly within your arms. It was 12:01 o’clock in the morning, a minute into the New Year, and you were already denying your lover the kiss they wanted badly! You could hear the others call for the children to be rounded up so they could launch fireworks while others laughed, playfully, at your lover’s misfortune. “I was a minute late, babe, please!” They would beg, looking at you with the biggest puppy eyes they could manage. You swore if there weren't any other people around that your lover would be on their knees, begging for you to spare them one kiss. “A minute!” You protested, biting back your giggle, “A minute! And I was calling you to come here because we were going down. I called you when there were ten, eight, five, two, and one minute left but you were too busy outside!” Your tone was playful, your lover knew you were slightly upset with them but still couldn’t help but be amused at their antics. “Then I’m just going to have to take it from you!”

CREEK, JD, trollex, Barb, anyone else you think fits here?

ꨄ︎. BURNS THEMSELVES ON FIREWORKS

“Be careful!” You would shout to your lover, standing off to the side with the rest of the family; You weren’t sure exactly how this happened, your lover being voted as the one to light the fireworks, but it happened. At first you had tried to tell everyone that it wouldn’t be a good idea to let them do such a task, pointing out a few things but they were confident enough to tell you: “Don’t worry, love, I got this!” Before rushing over to help light the fireworks. Honestly, you were a little surprised at this fact, even more surprised that the family was able to step away from the big gathering to be able to have a small celebration of their own. But now, you were thinking you would rather take the crowd than this. Especially since you knew- “OW! OW, OW.” There it was, your lover shouting because they burnt themselves on the lighter while trying to light fireworks. You honestly expected some bigger freak accident, like them getting hit by a firework or something like that, but you were glad that didn’t happen. You didn’t need a trip to the ER today, no matter if this came about due to their own stupidity. Either way, you rushed inside to grab them mustard and ice to hopefully quell the burn. (You also weren’t surprised to hear the laughter of others as you left.)

JD, BRUCE, POPPY, Barb, SYNTH, Velvet, val.

ꨄ︎. WATCHING FIREWORKS

The kids waved around their sparklers and ran around the yard, which was clear of any of the bigger fireworks, waiting anxiously. There were three adults helping set up the fireworks and, thankfully, your lover wasn’t one of them. Nope, thankfully, they stood next to you with one hand in their pocket and the other around your waist, holding you close. It was really moments like these that made your heart beat, moments that were peaceful and just pure loving. “Alright everyone, stand back!” The shout was given from one of the three in the front as a lighter was sparked. Not even a few seconds later did they all rush back from the igniting fireworks as kids gathered around in front of their parents to watch the spectacle. Your lover would place his pocketed hand on top of your kid’s head, holding you ever so closer, as one of the fireworks shooted towards the sky and exploded in a colorful burrage. After the first one, everything else seemed to go off in a slightly chaotic but systematic rhythm, allowing their color to paint the skies in ways you never knew you missed until this time of year rolled around again. Yet, what you didn’t notice is that your lover would barely catch the fireworks with their own eyes, as they would much rather watch them through yours; You and your lovely face, oh they could just smooch you right now!

BRUCE, FLOYD, CLAY, Creek, veneer (watching the fireworks), Prince D., Lownote, DELTA, Barb, val, VIVA, poppy (also watching the fireworks then notices your face), BRANCH!!! (has the most puppy-love look ever), jd (ig /j), TROLLEX (AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY DAMN MIND!!), Synth.

ꨄ︎. MISSES THE FIREWORKS

You were standing outside with your kids, holding them close in a big hug while you guys watched the fireworks together. Your lover had been stuck in the restroom, saying that they had to have eaten something bad to upset their stomach so much. You had offered to stay with them, saying how one of your siblings would watch the kids so they could experience the fireworks, yet they told you to go on without them. To enjoy the fireworks with the kids even if they couldn’t be there. So you did, leaving your lover with a glass of water and medication for their ill stomach, and went to watch the fireworks with the kids. When it was over, you would give then a kiss before playfully shooing them off to your siblings before you would rush into the house to check on your lover. They were still in the bathroom. You gave two gentle knocks. “Honey?” You would hear a groan of pain, to which you had to suppress a small giggle. “Yes, Love?” You playfully asked back. You couldn’t miss the complete devastation that rang from their voice moments later, “I missed the fireworks, didn’t I?” As you turned your face away, the smell from inside slowly hit you like a stink bomb. “Yes.. but maybe now you’ll listen to me when I say you shouldn’t have eaten all those burritos my aunt cooked.” “But they were so good!”

JD (and you cannot change my mind, yes this is slander /j), SYNTH, hickory, BARB, Val, JD (saying this again to DRIVE THE POINT HOME), branch (I see it).

ꨄ︎. KNOCKS OUT ON THE COUCH

“Love?” You called out before you entered the home, looking around for your lover. They had told you they were going to go lay on the couch inside, claiming that they needed a little rest before the fireworks due to the kids running them ragged. They had told you they would be outside in time for the fireworks, so you guys could watch them together! But they weren’t outside, nor did they seem to be making their way outside. You had asked one of the kids where they were and all they did was giggle, so you had to go investigate on your own. Upon walking inside, not even ten steps in, did you see your lover asleep on the couch. And upon walking closer to them, did you notice why all the kids had been giggling when you asked; There were marks in bright, colorful markers and glitter glue all over their face! Well, if they didn’t wake up to that, you guessed that they really needed the sleep. You couldn’t help but giggle a little though, taking a picture of the scene before walking off to get some baby wipes. You were cruel enough to take a photo of the moment, not cruel enough to leave them like that.

JD, Bruce (on accident), synth (on accident), HICKORY (on accident, or someone spiked his drink), val, creek

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OHHH EM GEE!! I just saw your new post about you posting romantically about Poppy and Viva!! I wanted to ask if you could possible do a Poppy request and poppy and the reader are dating! Also could the reader be fem?

i was wondering if Poppy could just be clinging on the reader or just a scrapbooking date or just somewhere where they spend time together!

I love your writing so much and i get super dupes excited when you post new things I literally scream because your writing is literally so gorge and there’s not a lot of trolls x reader content! I just wanted to let you know that I just love your writing sm :)

@!; Scrapbooking my heart Poppy / Reader

"Summary"! Spoiled party plans lead to one of the best date-afternoons for the both of you. "Tags"! Fluff!! Also no gender is mentioned for the reader! <3 So read it as fem or masc or however you'll like.

@storydays @chamille-trash @valvalentine69

@!; It all started one bleak afternoon, when the clouds covered the sun from its gleeful parade; shining down upon Troll village no longer as a dreary atmosphere had taken upon the land. And many were being persuaded by the moody weather, becoming down casted in rainy chances and the shady afternoon that was meant to be bright. Not many would like to admit that they would let their mood to be so easily swayed, that their temper could be based on the peaking sun or the threatened clouds that stole away their sunshine. Not even Queen Poppy would like to admit this fact, despite the small frown that itched onto her lips the moment the sun clouded over their field. It eerily shrouded the plans for the party they were planning in a murky and unwelcoming way. Many commented about the shuddering tension; commenting how they thought it was going to be sunny that day, that there hadn’t been a cloud in the sky earlier. Many took a moment for themselves, glancing around at their fellow trolls, before they decided it would be a good stay-in-afternoon. “Hey, hey!” But Poppy wanted, no more like needed, to get these plans done! And she couldn’t do that without her friends, “Guys come on, it’s only a little cloudy. I’m sure it’ll clear right up!” Yet her words were soon followed by a frightening shock of thunder in the background, causing her to shrink a little into herself. But she tried to keep a bright smile on and tried to bounce back; if not for herself then for her friends, who probably needed some distraction after such well-timed (or maybe awfully timed) thunder. “Psh!” Poppy dramatically tried to wave off the fear, and the sinking feeling in her stomach. “I’m sure that was just a coincidence, you’ll see! That storm will pass in no time.”

The storm didn’t pass. In fact, Poppy wasn’t sure when she had seen so much rain! Now huddled in her pod, Poppy watched the rain with a nervous tick, thoughts flooded her mind as she questioned whether or not the party will need to be pushed back. It’s not like she hasn’t pushed back a party before- no wait, that’s exactly what this was! Poppy has never had to push back a party before and she’ll be damned if she would have to push back a party this time. And due to rain, of all things!

Rain, which has never stopped a Pop Trolls party before! Mostly because it never really rained in Pop village, due to their location and what not. They rarely got rain, or any sort of storm for that matter. Sure, they were surrounded by a forest, but that, in of itself, never posed that much of a threat: well, unless you didn’t count the bergen attack back before Poppy became a Queen, or all the dangerous creatures that lived inside the village, or Cloud Guy. But, never have those outside forces from the forest ever disrupted a Pop village party! And Poppy will make sure that this party was not to be pooped by some rain! “Yeah, you hear that rain! You won’t poop on this party.” Poppy shouted, pointing a finger to the weather outside; though it didn’t give much of a reaction and continued its own way. Poppy paused, staring at the raindrops before laughing nervously. “And I’m talking to rain… oh I’m talking to rain.” “If it makes you feel better… you were really convincing when you told off the rain.” A snickering voice sounded from behind Poppy, causing her to jump and yell. She didn’t remember inviting anyone over. Yet, when she whipped around, her guard was dropped instantly upon seeing you. While Poppy didn’t invite you over, you tended to just show up in her pod when she needed you the most. Likewise, she always tended to show up in your pop when you needed her. Branch always called it some sort of sixth sense you two had, and you could never tell if he said it sarcastically or literally due to his horrible choice in tone. But, either way, it was kind of true. You dropped the cupcakes you had brought onto Poppy’s table, walking over to her with a curious yet confused look, “So… why are we screaming at the rain?” “Ha! You know…?” Poppy’s lips etched with a nervous smile, fiddling with her fingers as she glanced outside the window. She didn’t mean for anyone to hear her yell at the rain. “It’s pooping your party, huh?” Poppy nodded at your correct guess, her grin only growing as she knew you would understand her outlandish outbreak. You stood there, staring out at the rain for a solid moment. Poppy glanced over at you, cocking up a curious eyebrow, as she tried to guess what you were thinking about… or maybe, what you were about to do. Whatever she was thinking, it wasn’t you joining in her silliness! “Hey rain, stop pooping my girlfriend’s party! She worked really hard on it and you are only ruining it for everyone!”

“Yeah! Go away and come again another day!” Poppy joined you with a bounce in her step, grinning from ear to ear with playfully frowned eyebrows. You both were already on the brink of laughter, but tried to keep yourselves composed. “Yeah! Haven’t you heard the rhyme? Rain, rain, go away, come again another day!” You stuck your hands outside Poppy’s window and tried to shoo the rain away. Though your hand waving only spread the rain that drenched them to flicks elsewhere. And despite your shared attempts, the rain didn’t seem to be budging or going away to come again another day. You and Poppy watched the rain for a moment, seeming convinced that your attempts would drive away the rain. Or, maybe you both knew you were being silly! Well, Poppy knew that more than you as she burst out into laughter after you muttered, almost too sincere, “Huh… I actually thought that would work.”

@!; After your failed attempts at trying to shoo away the rain didn’t work, and Poppy had calmed down from her hysterical laughter, you both found yourselves sitting on the floor of her pod. You had brought over the cupcakes from her table, having them safely between your legs, while Poppy scrounged around for her scrapbooking materials. She had decided if she couldn’t physically plan the party outside, due to the rain, she would just plan it inside with a scrap book! And talk to you all about her plans as you were here and ready to listen. “So! Tomorrow’s party is going to be so huge. Like, almost bergen-catching level huge.” Poppy snickered as she grabbed her basket of materials and books and scraps, walking over to where you sat on the floor. She joined you, plopping down right beside you, and began to unpack her basket at once with a feverous delight. And while you were half-way through a cupcake, you still answered your girlfriend, “Oh, bergen-catching level huge, huh?” “Yes!” Poppy exclaimed instantly, not wasting a beat. “It’s to celebrate our second week of knowing there’s more Trolls out there than just us! So I was thinking that we could try and have Trolls from different villages come and join us and allow them to play their music so everyone can be in harmony again like they were two weeks ago. It’ll unite everyone just like how everything had been and it’ll be amazing and spectacular and- and even Branch will come!” You couldn’t help but smile as Poppy tried to contain her excitement, yet she was basically bouncing off the walls; Figuratively, not literally. As she rushed out her thoughts to you, laying out her plans in great detail, she scrapbook her whole plan. It was oddly fascinating and calming to watch Poppy scrapbook, especially when you could eat multiple cupcakes while doing so. She just always put her whole heart into the activity, she always put her whole heart into everything, and it made it all so enjoyable. Even if her plans were a little unrealistic, you decided to let her enjoy her little fantasy plans for now; Maybe you’ll break it to her later, get her to see that it would be a little more difficult than she’s thinking, but if she truly believed in it she should fight for it. Or, maybe, Branch will break it to her first and you might have to throw hands with the gray, bunker-dewling hobbit. Even if he’s right. Hours flew by light minutes. You were on your fifth cupcake, this one being double chocolate. Poppy was cutting out the little details on her scrapbook design. You both sat there in a lovely silence that was being filled with music from Poppy’s record player, old vinyls you had found and decided to pop onto play with Poppy’s agreement. And you were sure you couldn’t hear the rain sputtering against the windows anymore, yet you didn’t want to tell Poppy just yet. Knowing her, she would rush off, dragging you with her, to go plan the party outside her scrapbook. Yet, you wanted to be a little selfish and keep her with you for a little longer. A little longer with Poppy leaning against you. A little longer of the record player singing out the vinyl tunes. A little while longer of peace. A little while longer of here and now.

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