#trolls x reader

[cocobirde]

if i did a part 2 to disappeared would anyone even still be active to read it .

[cocobirde]

RESCUED - JOHN DORY

request. none!

word count. 4.3k

warnings. ah, none ? i believe. only characters being super ooc!

timeline. pre-trolls band together

song. playing god, paramore / not any specific for this

a/n. my writing talent has dissipated but i went to universal and decided to dress up as poppy and became fascinated with this fandom all over again. this is a part of a fic im writing which is a choose your ending type thing (john dory, clay, or branch). this is opening chapter and the second mixed in one :) itll be uploaded on wattpad at a later date.

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"Floyd!"

Tiny (skin/c) fists slammed against the locked closet, thumping repeatedly as it echoed throughout the dressing room. "Floyd, can you hear me?"

Their shouts were slightly muffled, but enough sound escaped to be heard by the blue troll imprisoned in the glass container—previously exchanged with the other.

The two popstars who'd enraptured them figured out early on that, despite the two trolls voices blending together beautifully, if they placed them in the same bottle and extracted their essence at the same time, it only led to dysfunction. And that was the last two those phony popstars craved. Only now, the new diamond ones they had ordered to be able to throw both the trolls in forever were yet to arrive.

Floyd took heavy breathes from within the bottle, listening to his friend scream and cry but his energy remained so depleted he was yet to regain it enough to call back out.

"Flo!"

"Yeah, I'm here." He finally replied weakly, lying back against the bottle. "Are you okay?"

"Are you?"

"No," he coughed, "I don't think neither of us are... or really, will be unless we escape."

They sighed, shaking their head unbeknownst to him, "Don—Don't think like that, Flo."

"What else can I do, (Nickname)? It's been three weeks... or at least I think it has." he took in another heavy breath, "I'm losing track of time."

(Name) punched at the door again.

"You know that's useless,"

"I know." they retaliated with a bark, "Gosh, why'd you have to come find me, Flo?"

Silence rang out for a few seconds at their snapping ask, almost a plead. They never asked for his help—not that they could've, but this situation was far too dangerous. There was no way for him to have rescued them on his lonesome. And now, they were both stuck in this eternal torture.

"I couldn't leave you behind," He spoke slowly, more clear. "We're a duo, remember?"

"Barely—temporarily." they corrected him, "You're a soloist."

"You know that changed the second you came up on that stage and started singing with me."

(Name)’s fists dropped from the door, now leaning their forehead against it pitifully as a small, pained laugh bursted from them at the kindness and honesty of his words. If there was anyone in the world they wanted to get stuck with there, it'd be him. "Yeah,"

"Do you wanna try singing again?"

"I don't know if I have the energy for it," they mumbled, "You probably don't either."

Their hand reached out to pull down a streak of white hair, a pattern that had oriented from the constant raking of their essence prior to Floyd's capture. They were starting to miss their full (hair/c) locks, now deviated.

"Let's just try, yeah?"

A beat.

(Name) let out an almost imperceptible hum, breaking out into lyrics in quiet submission to his request.

PLAYING GOD; PARAMORE.

"Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision..." They walked around the closet, looking around the dark and practically empty space, "Well maybe you should tie me up, so I don't go where you don't want me to."

Floyd smiled softly, their voice carrying that soothing, mesmerizing effect it's always had since he first heard it.

"You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging." he sang as they went quiet to allow him his moment in the duet, "Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat."

In an almost flawless harmony, the two vocalized.

"Woah-oh-ah!"

"You don't have to believe me! But the way I, way I see it..."

Floyd's voice suddenly warbled at the end and he fell backwards, a splitting pain hitting his head.

"Ah..." he hissed.

The other continued singing but at the lack of his voice, they halted, calling out worriedly.

"I'm okay, just..."

As his eyes opened back up, he watched as a troll face planted into the desk. Floyd scrambled backwards, eyes squinting in confusion at the sudden appearance and familiarity of the hair.

"Ugh..." the troll groaned, hopping back up and rushing towards the diamond encasing. "Yo, Floyd!"

"John Dory?!"

(Name)’s ears twitched at another voice, standing up straight, returning to the door. "Is someone else there with you?”

"I can't believe it," Floyd drowned out their voice momentarily, unintentionally, gawking at his now much older-older brother. "I never thought I'd see any of my brothers again," he smiled, pressing both hands against the glass.

"Brother?" They gasped.

Floyd perked up, eyes widening. They darted to the button to unlock the closet, pointing at it desperately. There was no way he was going to allow this blessing to get away from helping at least one of them. The better of the two.

"John Dory, go hit that button over there!" He looked towards the door, afraid of the popstars entering soon.

"I gotchu, brother!"

John Dory's head quickly whipped around in the direction, then back to Floyd, about to inquire on the reasoning behind the command but the desperate haze in his eyes was all he needed for an answer.

With a flashing smirk, he hopped down from the vanity to a chair and then the floor, using his hair to slap the button—the closet opening with a click.

(Name) fell forward, previously leaning against the door to make sure they didn't miss a single moment of the commotion occurring on the other side of the wall. They didn't question John Dory, nor did they really thank him for freeing them, sore legs almost failing from beneath them as they scrambled up and towards the vanity.

"Wait up!" J.D. called out with a tired hoot.

The two climbed back up to the vanity.

Upon reaching the top, (Name) wasted no time in pounding against the glass despite knowing it's useless, pressing their forehead against the bottle—Floyd copying the same, yearning action from within.

"You're... translucent." he ogled at the bottom half of their legs; glittery and clear, a consequence of having the life sucked out of them so often.

Their eyes trailed down, concluding that this must’ve occurred only moments before—the darkness of the closet hid that fact.

"Don't worry about me," they chose to ignore their own issues, "We're gonna get you out of here," they promised.

"Yeah! Bro-power!" the older troll rose his fist, ready to slam it against the container.

Floyd stopped him, shouting. "No! You both have to get out of here now."

"Floyd—" the both outside trolls started.

Floyd's attention turned to John Dory, hoping he'd see more reason than his friend.

“No! You don't understand. Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop-obsessed succubi with no talent and they've been stealing ours!" he gestured towards (Name), "And they'll be back any minute for more."

"What?!" John Dory gasped, "That's even worse than lip-syncing!"

(Name) opened their mouth to argue against leaving—an agonizing jolt snapped through their body, resulting in then tumbling to the floor, heaving similar to Floyd earlier.

Floyd turned to them, dropping to his knees as he reached out despite knowing it was fruitless.

John Dory saw this and shook his head. "No, not my brother! Not today." he took several steps backwards, "You stay back, gorgeous, I got this...”

"W—Wait."

John Dory rushed forward, tiny feet bursting and landing face-first roughly against the bottle.

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After several (and useless) attempts of breaking through, Floyd and you, having regained yourself, shared a look.

"Joh-John, John, stop!" Floyd urged whilst you approached the said male, helping him up from the vanity floor. "The bottle is made of diamond," you sighed.

Floyd continued: "And there's only one thing that's powerful enough to shatter diamond."

John Dory stared at him for a hot second before jumping up, pointing a determined finger. "Right! A diamond-shattering, diamond hammer!"

You stared at him in disbelief, glancing back at Floyd.

"Where can we get one of those..." J.D. muttered in genuine thought.

"No, John." Floyd retorted. "It's the perfect family harmony. (Name) and I have been trying to hit one but two voices haven't been enough."

The older troll's eyed widened, "Of course! The perfect family harmony..." his fists furled, looking between the two of you.

Floyd nodded sadly, face falling.

"Our voices sound like garbage!"

Velvet's voice echoed from down the hall, the door to the room sliding open with a swish as the shadow of her heated figure neared.

"We've been dying out there! What we need is more troll."

"Floyd..." you started but he cut you off, shaking his head.

"Run, you two! Save yourselves!"

"I'm not leaving you behind!" You banged your fist against the bottle.

Useless, it all was.

John Dory glanced at Floyd and then you, furrowing his brows, making an executive decision to grab you and launch his grappling hook back to the vent.

"Let me go!"

His grip was hard, holding on to assure you didn't scramble and fall.

"Don't worry, Floyd! I'll be back with the bros!"

"Floyd!"

"You have my wooord!"

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Ultimately, you had no choice but to follow John Dory once you'd finally convinced him that he could drop you and let you walk on your own two feet.

There was no use in running back—there wasn't much of a chance for you to help Floyd if you did. Both of you sitting there, getting drained, wasn't gonna do anything. All you longed for was that Velvet and Veneer had at least half a heart to not overstep boundaries with the singing essence.

It didn't take long to escape the vents and hop into John Dory's armadillo bus, one he briefly introduced as Rhonda.

"Atta girl!" he cheered, getting behind the wheel and racing off through the crowded streets of Mount Rageous.

You plopped down in a corner, knees up and face hidden between them, suppressing the urge to cry tears. Tears from finally receiving freedom but even more tears at the fact Floyd now had to suffer alone.

A small sniff escaped past you.

John Dory peered back, not speaking much on the way to the bus.

"Hey, ah, I never really got your name. (Wrong/n), was it?"

"(Name),” you corrected.

"Right!" he hummed, "Pretty name. I'm John Dory, awesome leader of the great boy-band BroZone, and your savior…”

His peppy energy was insane to you considering he had just left Floyd behind. Albeit, he didn't have any other option, but still. Seeing his brother endangered should at least be shaking him to the core, not relighting his mood.

You bit your tongue on the thanks, only shooting him a glare (one he missed) at his phrasing.

"So!" he started again.

You missed it when he was quiet.

"How'd Floyd and you get yourselves trapped in all this, anyway?"

You only stuffed your face further into your legs, groaning loudly, hoping he’d receive the hint that you weren’t interested in any small talk. Any talk at all.

"Okay..."

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be like this but I'm exhausted,"

He adjusted the rearview mirror to look back at you with pity, frowning with a nod.

“Oh, okay," he submitted, "I got you. Rest up."

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The road was bumpy underneath you, Rhonda rolling on rocks and pebbles, causing your body to shake and jump and throw the warm blanket off of you—wait blanket?

You sat up with a start, and instead of the floor you remembered falling asleep on, you were laid on a comfortable, cushioned couch.

Your eyes flitted to the bus driver ahead who hummed a small tune, tilting your head.

John Dory’s eyes glimpsed into the mirror, spotting your peering head.

"Well, good morning, sunshine! Sorry if the bumps woke you up—I tried going another way but it was gonna slow us down too much."

You only blinked, rubbing your tired eyes.

"Thanks for uh... lying me on the couch."

"No prob, bob." He grinned.

The van was covered in pictures of the boyband, a detail you only noticed now. You were too depleted and exhausted when you first entered to properly admire and assess the interior of the vehicle.

Honestly, it was... nice. Welcoming, almost.

Your eyes crossed the pictures, brows furrowing at the familiarity of the boys. Three you knew for sure—Floyd, now John Dory, and one more. The other two were nothing but what felt a distant memory of recognition.

"You like BroZone?"

John Dory approached you from behind, allowing Rhonda to momentarily take the reins.

"Not really," you scratched your ear, "I mean, I haven't really listened. Floyd hasn't spoken too much of you guys... and anything he has said wasn't super friendly."

He forced a chuckle, "Yeah, that... that's expected."

You looked towards him, eyeing his outfit. He returned the gaze, puffing out his jacket with a wink as if you were checking him out, his own eyes giving you a once-over.

They paused at your glitter, transparent legs.

"You're, uh..." he leaned down, grunting, as he assessed the damage. "Clear. And glittery. Is that normal for a troll?"

"You tell me," you retorted, crossing your arms.

"Well, how would I know? There's so many different type of trolls that you might just be special!" he chuckled heartily, standing back up.

You didn't find it as funny.

"What type of troll are you?" he asked, now fully analyzing your appearance. "See, at first I thought you were just a pop troll but you got these things—" he flicked at your jagged ears, "and your hair's a little crazier... and your outfit isn't exactly super pop-py..."

"Okay, back up!"

"But then you aren't a rock troll because you're too colorful and, then again, your clothes don't exactly match the rock vibe either..."

He circled you in thought, leaning in close to your face, "Hmm..."

A sudden bump in the road had him tumbling on top of you, bringing you both to the floor.

You both groaned as he pushed himself up, staring down at you with a smug smirk. "Well, hello there," he purred.

You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you, standing up and stepping away.

"Dude, you seriously need to learn to give some space."

Your hands wiped down your clothes, glaring at the other increasingly-annoying troll. How could he ever be related to your Floyd? You supposed this was a big clue as to the reason of disbandment.

He opened his mouth to speak again once standing, silenced by your raised finger.

"I'm a pop-punk troll."

John Dory stared for a few more seconds before breaking into a long: "Ohh!". He nodded his head repeatedly, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. I overheard you and Floyd singing while in the vents—it was... actually how I managed to track you both down. It was a total hedge-maze in there!"

Your thoughts flew back to Floyd, frowning. You hoped he was okay. It was only a matter of time until...

You glanced down at your legs, kicking one forward for a second. "This is a result from Velvet and Veneer sucking the troll out of me."

John Dory swallowed, nodding quietly.

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The journey was... longer than expected.

The more time you spent with John Dory the more infuriating he became—while, all the same, the more you grew to like him. He was... terrible company but he had his moments of kindness where that smug persona he played up would dissipate and within stood someone you could actually stand.

"Pit stop! Here," he launched a packed sandwich at you, "Eat up. We're still a good distance according to Rhonda,"

"According to... Rhonda?" you trailed off, taking a small bite of your sandwich. "How exactly do you communicate with her?"

He shrugged his shoulders with a smile.

"We just understand each other," he pulled another source of food out, stepping towards the exit of the bus and motioning for you to follow along.

Rhonda started jumping up and down as soon as John Dory entered her line of sight, the older male cooing and rubbing at her lovingly.

"Who's my good girl? You are, yes, you!"

She licked a stripe up his face and he only snorted in response.

You grimaced.

"She's a cutie," he sighed, holding out the larger bag of pebbles. Rhonda didn’t hesitate in stuffing her face in.

"I can... see that," you looked over her, not helping the giggle that escaped your mouth in amusement.

He smiled at the sound, eyes softening. "Hey, that's the first time I've heard you laugh!"

"Maybe try being funnier next time," you quipped with another, stronger laugh—John Dory gleefully joining in the pointless titters.

It soon faded out, left with nothing but the sweet sound of silence.

Silence that didn't last very long. He couldn't shut his mouth for longer than three minutes, it seemed.

"So, I never asked... how do you and Floyd know each other?"

"Oh, I'm surprised you haven't inquired on that yet," you spoke honestly, blinking.

"I didn't wanna intrude, you know..." he paused, sending you a smirking look, "Are you two together?~"

You flushed, flinching at the notion.

"What? Me and Floyd? No, no, no, no, never!"

Your reaction spurred him on, continuing to taunt.

"Oh, come on, you can't hide it now! Look at you—all red in the cheeks," he cooed at you in the same manner he did with Rhonda, "You know, it's a little disappointing because honestly, I was hoping to snatch you up for myself but oh well! Good on Floyd—"

"We are not together, John Dory!" You managed to spill out through the fluster, holding your hand out in front of you.

"Why deny it now?"

"Floyd is—..."

You cut yourself off, biting your tongue and narrowing your eyes at John Dory. You didn't wanna accidentally out your best friend to the brother he hasn't seen in ages. Floyd doesn't really make an attempt to hide his romantic orientation but he isn't incredibly open about it either.

"I'm not his type, that's all I'm gonna say," you held your hands up, trying not to express any sadness in your phrasing to make him believe this fantasy any longer, walking back into the armadillo.

John Dory squinted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head for a second as he slowly caught on.

"Oh."

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Ugh, what was that blistering sound that kept crawling up and waking you up?!

The pillow that had been tossed over your head and held in a poor attempt to commit suicide at the lack of sleep was punched to the floor, eyes narrowed in a heated glare towards the ceiling.

At first, in your half-awake state, you assumed it was the critters outside—tittering and chirping as they do. Expected, of course. You were sleeping in the middle of a forest, after all, but the sound was stranger. Closer, almost.

Then, you were convinced it was Rhonda, mentally cussing out the armadillo in your mind as you pleaded with the Ancestors above to silence her chittering snoring.

Around the sixth time you were suddenly awoken, you knew it had to be the male dead asleep beside you. So calm, peaceful... snoring and groaning like he owned the place!

Which, in fact, he did, but there was company! You! And also Rhonda. How did she ever sleep through his tussles and turns? This incessant rumbling was becoming entirely too much for your poor troll ears, extra sensitive to sounds as so many others.

"Dory..." you uttered, still looking up to the roof.

He didn't say anything in response, continuing to mutter and grunt in his sleep.

"Dory!" you whisper-shouted a little louder, hands clenching the blanket that covered your cold body.

There was silence for a second before he continued.

Okay, that's it.

With a loud groan, openly hoping it would wake him up, you sat up and turned to him with a fire blazing in your exhausted eyes. A fire that dimmed almost as soon as your gaze landed on his scrunched up face, brows furrowing tightly, and his usual-grinning face in a deep, uncomfortable scowl.

Reading his lips, you could vaguely make out some of the words.

'No...'

'Don't...'

'Stop...'

You swallowed, the tight look on your face softening. Was he getting any comfortable sleep? Was this why he always looked so... tired despite having so much energy? The deep bags under his eyes were hard to miss and you were convinced it wasn't just a result of age.

"Dory," you slipped out from your blanket and trudged towards him, taking small steps to not scare him awake, "Hey, Dory?"

As soon as you laid a hand on him, he sprouted up and grabbed you, turning you over on your stomach with the hand he grabbed pressing uncomfortably against your back, successfully rendering you motionless.

"(Name)?" he mumbled as his eyes opened, your pained sounds waking him up fully. He didn't hesitate in letting you go, untwisting your arm and holding it close to him, peppering kisses along it that had you turning hot everything.

"I'm so sorry, I, ah..." he grumbled, voice deeper than regular from sleep, "I thought you were someone else,"

You stared at him with pity. This poor boy had been out here alone so long—who knows what kind of things he ran into.

"It's okay," you whispered, leaning closer to put your arms around him in a hug, "I'm okay, don't worry,"

He paused in his movements, only hugging you back after a hot moment, arms tighter around you than expected.

"I thought you were someone else," he echoed.

"Nah, it's just me," you offered a smile as you pulled back, searching his worried expression.

This kindness from you was unexpected... but not unwanted. He took it all in before it slipped away from him again.

"Do you..."

He blinked, waiting for you to continue.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

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"John Dory!"

You squealed, tossing and turning as his hands made a relentless attack to your abdomen, saying things you couldn't quite make out through your own fit of laughter.

"Come on, admit it! I'm hilarious, sweetheart!"

You shook your head and he only continued, laughing along with you as years spilled from your tears.

"Okay, I relent—I relent!" Your hands threw themselves up in surrender.

He pulled his fingers back, wiggling them to taunt and pressure you into saying the magic words he so desperately needed to hear.

"You are hilarious,"

"I couldn't hear you—speak up a bit, maybe?" He hummed.

"Dude!"

He went in to attack again but stopped as your hands intertwined with his, "John Dory, you are hilarious."

"Damn right, I am,"

His voice came out low at the close distance, glancing from your eyes to your lips, in perfect position for him to just swoop in and—

"Kiss you?"

"What?" You flushed, brows knitting together tightly.

"What?" He repeated back to you, pushing himself away from you with an even deeper blush coating his cheeks, "Ahem, I said I was gonna miss you."

That didn't make it any better.

"Right, of course." you knew you heard otherwise but chose to ignore it. There was no reason to make things complicated now. Floyd still needed saving. "We'll still hang out, Dory, don't worry."

"Maybe," he grumbled, walking up the driver's seat.

You frowned at his sudden mood, not used to seeing him so down at all. And never so suddenly. Only occasionally, late at night, or when you catch him tossing and turning in the darkness of sleep. Those nightmares seemed relentless.

You walked up behind him, placing an arm on his shoulder to recapture his attention.

"Hey, don't..."

"We're here!" he grinned.

"Bergen Town? Woah..."

It looked so different from what you remembered years ago—back when you were younger. From the hill you two were on, you could catch trolls conversing with Bergens who smiled and laughed, colors spreading across the previously dull town.

"Stay here, I'll go get him,"

"Wait, get who?"

"Branch,"

"Branch?!"

You had no clue that's who you were picking up! The Branch? Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, "Wait, I didn't know—"

"Just stay here! It'll be better if someone who knows him gets him!" he tugged on his goggles, exiting the bus and slamming the door shut behind him.

"But!"

You were too late.

Reluctantly, you took a seat on the driver's chair, watching as John Dory grappled his way to the houses—leaping and jumping.

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[cocobirde]

like, if i posted a oneshot rn would anyone even. read it. Notice? hello trolls fandom are you alive ?!

[vainful-vanity]

Gust Tumbleweed from Trolls: Trollstopia is such an underrated Charecter could you please do some dating headcanons for him 🥺👉👈🧡

[Trolls] Gust Tumbleweed x Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I haven't seen any trolls request or writers anymore so Im carrying the fandom on my back right now LMAO

Summary: Gust Tumbleweed dating headcanons

- Dating Gust is like falling for the guy who swears he’s totally put-together but then accidentally drops all his letters because he got too distracted by how cute you looked smiling at him

- He’s a stickler for rules except when it comes to you

- He never forgets a date or anniversary he’d rather face a Puffalo stampede than disappoint you

- He sends you little handmade cards even if he’s just going to see you later that day. “Just in case I get delayed by rogue glitter storms,” he’d say

- He’s a master of sniffing out surprises except when you’re involved. Somehow, you’re the one Troll who can genuinely catch him off guard

- The first time you surprise-kissed him? He popped out of a barrel three minutes later to deliver a random quote about love and fainted

- He’s not big on PDA because it’s against his “public conduct clause” but when you’re alone? Soft forehead kisses, strong arms around you while you listen to the wind, and shy “I missed ya’s” whispered into your hair.

- He’ll serenade you under the stars with his fiddle or guitar. Music is when his walls come down

- He plays songs from his tribe’s history or makes up little ditties about your daily adventures together

- On rare bad days, when he loses his cool or feels like a failure, you’re the only one who can calm him down

- Just one hug despite his normal resistance and he’s melting into you like warm honey, whispering how lucky he is to have you

[vainful-vanity]

Hi!👋Saw your writing and i amidetly fell inlove with it, so i want to ask if i can request Trollex💙 and Synth💜(separated) x female techno troll reader, headcanons about tham both falling inlove with the reader at first sight and thare all lovestuck about tham while the reader has NO IDEA about thare feelings for tham

Take your time on this and have an amazing day/night💜💗🌌

[Trolls] Trollex & Synth x Techno! Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I felt so old I HAVEN'T GOTTEN A TROLLS REQUEST IN SO LONG OMG OKAY CRACKING MY KNUCKLES LETS GO!

Summary: Trollex💙 and Synth💜(separated) x techno troll reader, headcanons about tham both falling inlove with the reader at first sight and thare all lovestuck about tham while the reader has NO IDEA about thare feelings for tham

Trollex

- Trollex is vibing as usual at a techno concert when he first sees you in the crowd, dancing under the neon lights, completely lost in the music.

- It’s like time slows down for him, the beat fades, the colors blur, and all he sees is you.

- His heart practically glitches in his chest if that’s even possible for a techno troll and he instantly feels this electric jolt of affection he’s never experienced before.

- He’s normally pretty smooth, but around you?? Total malfunction. He’ll start stuttering or tripping over his words when he tries to approach you, covering it up with awkward little dance moves like "haha no I meant to do that!"

-He'll find excuses to casually invite you to events, remix songs inspired by you, or flash a huge slightly nervous grin whenever you’re around. - The funniest part? You have no clue - You just think he’s being friendly and enthusiastic, which honestly makes him even more smitten.

- Behind the scenes, Trollex is totally overthinking "Does she like this beat?? Should I add more bass?? Maybe she likes glowstick colors better! Or should I learn a new dance move??" - Eventually, he starts writing entire tracks about the way you make him feel, but he’s too shy to show them to you yet.

Synth

- You met him at first at an rave he was substituting for Trollex and he noticed you in the crowd grinning as you stood out to him, and He couldn't help but grin as he watched you dance and bop to the beats and flashing lights - Synth first notices you at an underground techno battle, absolutely destroying the dance floor with your moves, and he’s floored.

- He’s a pretty chill guy normally, but around you?? His calm exterior cracks and he turns into a lowkey awkward, smitten mess.

- He tries to play it cool tossing casual “yo”s and “sup”s your way but internally he’s screaming because he thinks you’re the coolest troll he’s ever seen.

- Every time you laugh at one of his jokes even the really bad ones, his neon patterns pulse a little brighter without him realizing.

- Synth starts randomly showing up wherever you are, acting like it’s a coincidence, but it’s totally not. "Oh, you’re here too? Weird. Guess I’ll stick around." he planned it three days ago

- You, meanwhile, are completely oblivious and just think Synth’s super chill and fun to hang out with. - Whenever you compliment him even something small like “cool mix!” he’s done for Has to physically hold himself back from grinning like a dork. - Deep down, he’s working on a secret track too, one that’s full of soft beats and little sonic easter eggs about you but he keeps it hidden like a precious gem.

[vainful-vanity]

now I know you're still doing trolls I request trans guy Clay x trans guy reader headcanons maybe? sfw and nsfw if you're comfortable with it obviously :)

[Trolls] Clay X Trans FTM! Reader

Warnings: fluff headcannons

A/N: Haven’t written for these guys in awhile and this is kind of short I apologize for the struggle and sadly I didn’t feel like writing smut today sorry I’m just abit stressed and tired so I hope this is good enough <33 Sorry it's short

Summary: Clay is dating a GLAMOROUS and HANDSOME Trans Guy Troll who deserves the world

- Another Trans request hell yeahhhh!! - Every time you have dysphoria he would console you and try soothe you with kisses and pampering you no matter what - When he see's you staring at yourself in the mirror too long he'd go behind you kiss your hand and kiss your face - Helps inject/take your pills for testosterones happily with a grin to support you - Need a binder? he's paying! You need money for an therapist so you can get diagnosis and get testosterone? ready to go take you! you need new haircut? - You don't even get an choice he already paid, cared for you and drove you anytime everywhere - ADORES your top surgery scars and kisses them if you have bottom surgery he'll be there cheering you on - As your voice get deeper he'd kiss you and compliment it happily - Clay loved seeing how happy you get and also enjoys watching you get excited over having your shoulders look broader with your new shoulder pads. - Helps go shopping with you with outfits and haircuts suggesting things and you both once bought matching shirts so YIPPEEE

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[vainful-vanity]

AHHH TYSM FOR THE TROLLEX REQUEST I LOVED IT!!!

When you get the time if possible do you think you could write a continuation please? I was audibly like “noooo” at the ending lol I want Trollex to be ok <33

Trollex X M! Techno S/O

Pairing: Trollex X S/O

Warnings: Lots of Fluff, Mild cursing

A/N: A continuation for you pookie!!! Don't worry anyways here's the original piece here!! anyways happy new year everybody this is my first post of the new year of 2025! ── .✦ Part 1 - So here you were in the same cage holding trollex is hand with teary eyes as he cupped your face wiping your tears as he muttered to you in hushed voices - Barb didn't hesitate to hit the bars of your sell "Well look here" barb lips twitched up "Lovers? I assume don't worry rock n roll can help bind it stronger-" "Shut up... just let us be you ahev teh string " "hm... fine Put this techno troll in a different cell farther from trollex" - The panic in Trollex eyes as he grabbed your hands trying to keep you in his arms before you were dragged away from rock trolls into a separate cage horrified him as he was calling out for you as you were chucked into a separate cage hidden by many others

- Trollex was panicked yet Barb threatened him to turn you into a rock troll in-front of him if he didn't be quiet - No matter how many times Trollex would try to find you in the caged area he just couldn't find you even with the quiet whispers that called for your name - When he and all the other leaders for the other genre trolls were propped up on the stage he saw you in the crowd staring at him with panicked eyes - Trollex made a motion for you to stay and be careful as he makes sure your safe a way of comfort saying "I'll be fine" - So when he turned into a rock troll and how you tried to move forward synth and laguna held you back as you stared at your boyfriend with panicked eyes - The aftermath though you rushed to techno so fast as you held him close scolding him as he just smiled at you and pampered you with loving kisses - After the whole situation you to kept each other close comforting each other with affection and genuine love for eachother

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[storydays]

helloo!

Could we get a part 2 of Poppy and Viva with brother reader / Clay x male reader?

Thanks! :]

My WHAT?! P2

Viva and Poppy X Brother!Male!Reader

Clay x Male!Reader

(3rd POV, at the golf course)

Watching the gate close off their view of the armadillo bus, driving away with Clay and the others, (Y/N) waved the other Putt Putt trolls away as he slowly approached Viva where she watched the gate closed.

"V-" the Putt Putt King barely got a word out before his sister turned around with fury in her eyes.

"How could you let them go?! Not only did we just get our hermanita back, but then you let your novio go too?"

Frowning, (Y/N) placed his hands on his hip, "Do you hear yourself right now, Viva? Poppy isn't a little Trolling anymore, she's the Queen of Pop. I can't force her to do anything. As for mi novio...." (Y/N) hesitated.

Pushing back a curl from Viva's face, he continued, "If the roles were reversed, and it was you in that diamond, no one could stop me. Maybe it's time to think about life outside this golf course,V." with that, the blond walked away, leaving her with a penny for thought.

*20ish minutes later*

The golf course was in an uproar as two Bergens were slowly pulled toward the clown to be crushed to death. " "Would it be weird if we made out right now?" asked the female Bergen, her partner agreeing and having a weird make out session. Most of the Putt Putt Trolls looked weirded out and quieted down...except for one who had a weird look on his face.

"Um, excuse me, can you not make out on the clown conveyor belt? I'd appreciate it so much." (Y/N) asked, clearly unamused, as he aved the duo from being crushed. Viva held up the book Poppy gave her before leaving, and looked at the similarities between it and the two Bergens.

"Is this you?" she wondered, the Bergen now known as Bridget patiently and kindly explaining the truce between the two kingdoms and convinced Viva to let her go. "Now let's go help our family." (Y/N) smirked.

*Timeskip*

(Y/N) smiled as Poppy and Viva reconciled and moved up to the front, watching with Tiny Diamond as they were thrown onto the boat. "Let's do this!" He yelled, using his laser lights to blind the twins, tripping them up, allowing the others to rush forward, only to be pushed away.

With their combined efforts, they freed JD and Bruce. (Y/N) swung himself up with a sticky hand and tried to free Clay with a Grab It claw toy.

"(Y/N)! You're okay!" Clay cried in relief, pressing his hands against the glass. "And you are in trouble when I get you out, cabrón!" the king yelled back, pressing his hands against the glass to meet Clay with a fond smile.

"Mi rey, watch out!" He yelled, too late as Velvet slapped away (Y/N), making Clay cry out.

(Y/N) grunted when he crashed into one of the side railings, cradling his ribs, gingerly. "Hermano! You ok?" Viva asked, rushing over. "Yes, just go get the diamonds, I'm right behind you!"

Luckily, they were able to free Clay but they didn't have time to rejoice, when they realized Floyd was running out of time, when Branch called their attention with a short speech.

"We'll follow your lead Branch." JD spoke firmly, eyes twinkling in pride.

(Y/N) held Viva and Poppy to his side as they watched the brothers mourn the now crystalized Floyd.

"I made the hideout, Floyd." Branch whispered, "Except for the 10 story waterfall."

"But.....how will we shower?" Floyd whispered back, smiling gently when his brothers cheered and held each other tighter.

Looking up at the two observing teens, (Y/N) rolled up his sleeves, ready to go put his paws on them, when he felt a tug on his tail. "Hey, déjame!" Clay chuckled, pulling the king back into his arms.

"Just wait."

(Y/N) huffed, crossed his arms, and watched as the twins were arrested, smirking as Clay reclaimed their yacht.

Turning, the two smiled at the sight of Broppy's first kiss, Clay and Bruce doing an old handshake.

"Let's head out." JD yelled, the rest of the trolls boarding Rhonda.

*Timeskip to vacay island*

(Y/N) waved as Viva and their dad ran off to make friendship bracelets after the show. "Hey, mi vida." (Y/N) called out to Clay, catching his attention.

"Hey, bab--" (Y/N) pulled him close by his sweater romper before kissing him fiercely. His brothers and Kismet hooted in the background when the Putt Putt King let Clay go, the former looking dazed.

"Eras fantástico mi amor." "(Y/N)!" Poppy cried, pulling him away. "Come meet the Snack Pack!"

Once the two siblings left, his brothers crowded him with knowing smiles. "So? You gonna ask him tonight?" Bruce, ever the romantic, asked.

Clay's tail twitched slightly, his ears lowering as he started fidgeting with his fingers. "Clay? You ok, bro? You seem anxious." Floyd asked. "Of course I'm anxious, Floyd! It's just...whatifhesaysnoandthenitsallawkwardthenillhaveruinedour10yearrelationshipbcimovedtoosoonand--" "Buh,buh,buh, stop right there." Bruce hushed the lime green troll, and sat him down.

"You are a smart troll, Clay. But you know what your problem is?" Trickee asked.

Without giving the other a chance, Branch spoke up, "You're too busy thinking with this." He pointed to Clay's brain.

"When you need to be thinking with this." Floyd pointed to his heart.

Bruce nodded, "They're right, bro. Marriage can be scary, but if you and your partner work together, there is nothing you can't overcome."

"Mm, he's right, Clay." The group turned to see Brandi, leaning on her hand as she listened in. "Bruce and I had our problems in the beginning when we were learning each other. With time, patience, and knowing what works for you, you'll find that happily ever after you're looking for."

Clay looked down at the box in his hand thoughtfully, before smiling to himself.

*End*

Hi guys, and happy holidays! I know I've been gone for a while, but I have not forgotten about the requests or my lovely followers! It is just taking a while lol. But I am back, and hope to finish these requests within these next few weeks.

Happy New Year! Stay tuned for more and feel free to check me out on Wattpad: storydays21