The Coffee Shop (Ozzy x Thrax)The Coffee Shop
"Ugh…" Was all Ozzy could feel right now. It was a painfully slow, boring morning for the young, off-duty cop. Osmosis Jones – a rebellious and determined police officer – was heading towards the coffee shop to use their Wi-Fi in hopes of finishing a police report while on his day off. As much as he loathed having to work on days off, he knew he didn't have much of a choice. It was due tomorrow.
His morning had already started crappy what with his not-so-considerate neighbor mowing the lawn at 6 AM. Then he had realized he ran out of food in the house which meant no breakfast for him. And now he has to finish the police report before tomorrow. A crappy day off indeed.
Nonetheless, the young caramel-colored man shook it off and continued towards the coffee shop. Once he arrived, he stretched his stiff form and looked around. Thankfully it wasn't too full, only occupied by about nine people at the most. About half of the tables were open.
Just as he was
Thrax's HangoverThrax woke up with a pounding headache. He looked out the window, but couldn't tell what time it was because it was dark and raining outside. He rolled over and found pills and a glass of water on the night stand. As he took them, Ozzy walked in.
"Hey, you're finally awake," Ozzy noticed.
Thrax rubbed his aching head. "What time is it, baby?"
"It's almost eleven." Thrax groaned and let his head fall back on the pillow. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?"
Thrax shrugged. "I remember we got to the party, and that I was in a drinking contest. Why?"
Ozzy laughed. "You were so incredibly drunk! It was amazing!"
"I didn't do anything stupid, did I?" Ozzy nodded, smiling wide. He sighed. "What the fuck did I do?"
"You couldn't walk straight at all; it was hilarious!" Ozzy laughed, and Thrax glared. "But in all seriousness, you got super mushy. You tried to make your hypothalamus chain into a crown for me, and said you'd make me a king or a queen and that I could have as many
Spideypool - He Get's ItWarning: This story contains a boy x boy relationship and male pregnancy, if your not into that then please turn away.
“Please!” Wade begged, hands clasped together as he knelt in front of his boyfriend.
“Really Wade?” Peter asked, a brow raised and a humored grin on his lips.
“It's just tag, come on.” The older begged, shifting a bit closer, forcing his way in between the brunettes legs, though Peter didn't really fight him.
“Fine.” The younger accepted with an exaggerated sigh while Wade squealed excitedly. Wade pretty much bounced on his knees as Peter lade back on the couch and pulled up his shirt, reveling the mound that had grown there. The moment he settled, Wade had his hands on his stomach, rubbing it a few times before choosing a spot and pressing.
“Tag, your it.” He announced then fell silent, concentrating rather heard in waiting for the response, which he soon received. Wade burst into gleeful giggles when he felt
2016 Version: Hi my name is Ashley or call me Grape. I'm a half time writer and artist who loves sharing motivation, Inspiration, mostly other stuff ^^ Shippings: Septiplier ( Jacksepticeye & Markiplier my biggest ship) Sans x Frisk (UT) Papyrus x Sans (UT shut it don't judge me>\\\<) Ozzy x Thrax ( Osmosis Jones, if any one want to roleplay this pairing with me I'm available!) Pewdiecry ( Felix x Cry)
Favorite colors : Purple!!! And blue.
Likes: dancing, drawing, writing, food, friends, Youtube crack ships, sweat pants, role playing and sleeping.
Hates: ....Bad people and cramps (Uggggh..women stuff)