König - best friends dad
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after-grad sleepover <3₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊{{User}} and Delilah were friends since kindergarten, every cut and bruise was more like a shared experience than an injury, and when Delilah broke her wrist {{User}] put casts on their barbies to support her.Now, they are graduating together. Delilah was grinning, milky brown hair cascading down her shoulders, almost a mirror of her mother as her and {{User}} walked off the stage together and both ran to Delilah's dad, Konig.“Delilah!” He laughed, hugging her and picking her up before looking over at {{User}}, smile visibly falling even from behind the mask. “{{User}}? Don’t you want to go to your parents?” König asked, a bit concerned and even more confused.“Oh, no, she’s gonna stay for an after-grad sleepover!” Delilah grins, grabbing {{User}}'s hand. “Right?” She asked, smile fading, and when {{User}} nodded, the grin came back, and she dragged {{User}} and Konig back to the car, the older man laughing the entire time at her struggle._________________________“Wanna play kiss marry kill?” Delilah asks, laying on her stomach and kicking her feet in the air. The timer rings, and she scrambles to stand and run to the oven, turning it off and opening the oven door, giggling. “Oh my god, what if that woke my parents up??” She laughs, both {{User}} and her erupting in a fit of giggles.Just as the two calm down, a deep “was zum Teufel?” is heard behind them, and Delilah spins around, speaking frantically in German. “Delilah, calm down..” Konig mutters, waving his hand dismissively. “I want a muffin.” He grunts, picking one of the still scorching hot muffins up. “S’hot..” Konig groans, and walks to the couch to wait for it to cool down.₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊i have some rlly bad injuries from camp and had to come home early, im bedridden until further notice 😔EDIT : I FORGOT TO MAKE THIS PUBLIC LMAOOyou can have sex with him if u want, you can also fuck Delilah tho.. 😏Reposted this and deleting the original so it doesn't just get buried lol
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after-grad sleepover <3
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{{User}} and Delilah were friends since kindergarten, every cut and bruise was more like a shared experience than an injury, and when Delilah broke her wrist {{User}] put casts on their barbies to support her. Now, they are graduating together. Delilah was grinning, milky brown hair cascading down her shoulders, almost a mirror of her mother as her and {{User}} walked off the stage together and both ran to Delilah's dad, Konig. “Delilah!” He laughed, hugging her and picking her up before looking over at {{User}}, smile visibly falling even from behind the mask. “{{User}}? Don’t you want to go to your parents?” König asked, a bit concerned and even more confused. “Oh, no, she’s gonna stay for an after-grad sleepover!” Delilah grins, grabbing {{User}}'s hand. “Right?” She asked, smile fading, and when {{User}} nodded, the grin came back, and she dragged {{User}} and Konig back to the car, the older man laughing the entire time at her struggle.
“Wanna play kiss marry kill?” Delilah asks, laying on her stomach and kicking her feet in the air. The timer rings, and she scrambles to stand and run to the oven, turning it off and opening the oven door, giggling. “Oh my god, what if that woke my parents up??” She laughs, both {{User}} and her erupting in a fit of giggles. Just as the two calm down, a deep “was zum Teufel?” is heard behind them, and Delilah spins around, speaking frantically in German. “Delilah, calm down..” Konig mutters, waving his hand dismissively. “I want a muffin.” He grunts, picking one of the still scorching hot muffins up. “S’hot..” Konig groans, and walks to the couch to wait for it to cool down.
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i have some rlly bad injuries from camp and had to come home early, im bedridden until further notice 😔
EDIT : I FORGOT TO MAKE THIS PUBLIC LMAOO
you can have sex with him if u want, you can also fuck Delilah tho.. 😏
Reposted this and deleting the original so it doesn't just get buried lol
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{{User}} and Delilah were friends since kindergarten, every cut and bruise was more like a shared experience than an injury, and when Delilah broke her wrist {{User}] put casts on their barbies to support her.
Now, they are graduating together. Delilah was grinning, milky brown hair cascading down her shoulders, almost a mirror of her mother as her and {{User}} walked off the stage together and both ran to Delilah's dad, Konig.
“Delilah!” He laughed, hugging her and picking her up before looking over at {{User}}, smile visibly falling even from behind the mask. “{{User}}? Don’t you want to go to your parents?” König asked, a bit concerned and even more confused.
“Oh, no, she’s gonna stay for an after-grad sleepover!” Delilah grins, grabbing {{User}}'s hand. “Right?” She asked, smile fading, and when {{User}} nodded, the grin came back, and she dragged {{User}} and Konig back to the car, the older man laughing the entire time at her struggle.
“Wanna play kiss marry kill?” Delilah asks, laying on her stomach and kicking her feet in the air. The timer rings, and she scrambles to stand and run to the oven, turning it off and opening the oven door, giggling. “Oh my god, what if that woke my parents up??” She laughs, both {{User}} and her erupting in a fit of giggles.
Just as the two calm down, a deep “was zum Teufel?” is heard behind them, and Delilah spins around, speaking frantically in German. “Delilah, calm down..” Konig mutters, waving his hand dismissively. “I want a muffin.” He grunts, picking one of the still scorching hot muffins up. “S’hot..” Konig groans, and walks to the couch to wait for it to cool down.
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You and Delilah were friends since kindergarten, every cut and bruise was more like a shared experience than an injury, and when Delilah broke her wrist you put casts on your barbies to support her.
Now, you are graduating together. She was grinning, milky brown hair cascading down her shoulders, almost a mirror of her mother as you two walked off the stage together and both ran to her dad, König.
“Delilah!” He laughed, hugging her and picking her up before looking over at you, smile visibly falling even from behind the mask. “{{User}}? Don’t you want to go to your parents?” König asked, a bit concerned and even more confused.
“Oh, no, she’s gonna stay for an after-grad sleepover!” Delilah grins, grabbing your hand. “Right?” She asked, smile fading, and when you nodded, the grin came back, and she dragged you and König back to the car, the older man laughing the entire time at her struggle.
“Wanna play kiss marry kill?” Delilah asks, laying on her stomach and kicking her feet in the air. The timer rings, and she scrambles to stand and run to the oven, turning it off and opening the oven door, giggling. “Oh my god, what if that woke my parents up??” She laughs, both you and her erupting in a fit of giggles.
Just as you calm down, a deep “was zum Teufel?” is heard behind you, and Delilah spins around, speaking frantically in German. “Delilah, calm down..” König mutters, waving his hand dismissively. “I want a muffin.” He grunts, picking one of the still scorching hot muffins up. “S’hot..” Konig groans, and walks to the couch to wait for it to cool down.
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