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lunarscaled · 1 year ago

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is he giving this to lyric with a toothy smile? oh yeah. silly fella...

your name: floyd leech

Romantic or platonic?: we're friends right? c'mon. :)

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: i can cook, and i've got movies and games, no need to go anywhere.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: tough one... depends on the ice cream. but strawberries are pretty good.

What's your perfect date?: one where we're both having fun. easy.

Would you cook for me?: sure thing, you eat my cooking plenty at the lounge.

Would you let me cook for you?: no.

Can we make-out?: what's a little kiss between friends hahaha! / j

Make out in private or in public?: i don't care.

Do you like to cuddle?: depends...

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: depends on how hot it is.

Couch or bed?: couch, we can watch a movie or something.

What are at least 3 hobbies of yours?: dancing, parkour, cooking?

Tell me something about you no else knows: nah.

Why do you want to be my valentine?: we're friends, so why not?

What makes you a good Valentine?: im fun, i know how to have a good time, and im not gonna make you leave campus for it.

VALENTINE'S DAY APPLICATION

-> They heard people murmuring and whispering about it all week; who was dating who, what kind of chocolates they would get, what kinds of gifts. It was all foreign to Lyric. They had never celebrated Valentine's Day before—didn't even know what it was until they pieced it together listening to conversations secondhand. With so much emphasis on romance and partnerships, and Lyric having little interest or prospects in either, they let most of it flow in one ear and out the other. Some people sent little flowers and candies between classes. They saw people passing around blank papers and called them date applications, and Lyric chuckled at the idea. It was cute. But they don't expect to fill one out for anyone and turn a page in their history book.

"—Did you draw something again?"

-> His smile makes them less tense than it did before, though it is still sharp. Their shoulders don't hunch up, and even if they straighten their posture still it is not the curled-up, armadillo-type anxiety they had previously. They wonder when that happened as they take the paper from him, checking it at a glance. ... and then giving it a bit more focus, since it was words, and glancing wasn't enough.

"This is... uhh..."

-> ... they feel their face get hot. It's the kind of response they have no control over and deeply wish they did, because they're sure their face is peach-pink flushed as they blink twice, seemingly uncomprehending but actually very comprehending, and flatlining, and trying not to look ridiculous with the runaway of their thoughts. Their first thought is that Floyd has probably filled these out for anyone he had the whim to. Like a party, maybe everyone would gather in the same place, and Lyric would show up to a crowd and feel their stomach in their mouth as they lingered on the outside, looking in. ... and then the thought immediately after is that Floyd knows them better than they thought before, and he wouldn't do that. The proof is written in the lines of the page: No need to go anywhere. / And im not gonna make you leave campus for it. Floyd knew Lyric didn't like crowds. And Floyd knew Lyric was skittish about being seen by others.

"... ... you don't have plans or something? Like, with the Lounge or anything...?"

-> They smother the question are you sure this is what you want in their mouth, trying to be cognizant of the overthinking he warned them about. There was no reason for Floyd to go through the trouble of filling out a silly fake application just to make fun of them. ( friends. were they friends? did Lyric know enough about Floyd to consider them friends? felt safe enough? talked enough? ) Lyric thinks they've only ever read about anything to do with dates in romance novels from the school library, and don't know what is and isn't acceptable for one between friends. Was it the same as hanging out? Was calling it a date an arbitrary label? They look from Floyd, easy smile and swaying on his heels in his untidy uniform, and then back to the paper. ( think, briefly, that they're not sure how they would respond if Floyd touched them gently and expected them to ease into it. if they could relax enough around anyone to say cuddling was an option. that they know Floyd's teeth violently and between their knuckles and don't flinch, but the thought that they might catch gentle on their mouth and leave punctures on their lips is nerve-wracking, because they've never done that either. too much newness. ) They look away and pinch the paper too tight in their grip where it creases a little. Look back and try not to give in to their whirlwind thoughts or the deep anxiety that makes them dizzy.

"I don't know how to play games. What move would you wanna watch?"

#utsubotm #⋇ SOMEWHERE IN A DEEP FOREST I’M WANDERING ABOUT: TWISTED WONDERLAND #* questions and answers.#⭐ You're so good at using your colorful eyes that my head hurts. ( utsubotm. | Floyd )#'dogma do you have to add context to ever interaction between lyric and floyd?' yes. i do.#anyways u remember when the school did like. candygrams and stuff for valentines #bet nrc is in on that. between ruggie azul and sam

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solxamber · 3 months ago

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"Let's Break Up" with: First Years

more hurt/comfort for the soul (also -Ortho)

Other parts: Housewardens ; Vice-Housewardens + Ruggie ; Cater, Floyd, Silver

Ace Trappola

“You know what? Let’s just break up.”

You say it without thinking, voice sharp with frustration, the words tumbling out between raised voices and stubborn pride.

Ace stops mid-sentence.

His mouth stays open for a second too long, like he’s buffering, like surely he misheard that. Then he lets out a short laugh—mocking, almost—but you can hear the crack in it. You can see the way his eyes are already glossing over, his eyebrows drawn tight.

“Oh, ha ha,” he says, voice too high, too strained. “Very funny. Real hilarious. You wanna take my gig too? Leave the jokes to me, why don’t you?”

You don’t say anything. Not yet. You’re still trying to calm down. Still trying to figure out if you meant it—if it’s the fight talking or something worse.

But then he’s grabbing your hands, and his palms are cold and shaking.

“It’s a joke, right?” he says, forcing out a laugh that doesn’t sound like him at all. “C’mon, say ‘just kidding’ already. That’s what this is, right? You’re messing with me?”

His eyes are wide, darting between yours, searching for any sign that this isn’t real.

And you cave.

“No—no, I’m sorry, Ace. I didn’t mean it,” you say, voice low, guilt heavy in your throat. “I didn’t mean it, I swear.”

His breath leaves him all at once, and he slumps forward, into your arms, forehead bumping against your shoulder with a quiet thud. He wraps his arms around you so tightly it knocks the air out of your lungs.

“You’re the worst,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your shirt, but his grip doesn’t loosen. “You scared the crap out of me. Who does that? Who says stuff like that?”

“I said I’m sorry…” you murmur, holding him back just as tight.

He doesn't answer right away—just keeps you there, trembling a little against you, like he’s still grounding himself in the fact that you’re still here. That you didn’t walk out.

That you didn’t really mean it.

Deuce Spade

Fighting with Deuce was rare.

He’d always been gentle with you. Earnest. Careful in the way someone is when they’ve never had anything this precious before and are terrified of breaking it. He tried so hard—too hard sometimes—to be a good partner, the kind who listens, the kind who loves right. And maybe that’s why today hurt so much more. Because when the argument started, and when his voice finally rose in frustration, it felt like something sacred had cracked.

You didn’t even mean to say it. The words were a loaded weapon, and your temper had fired the shot.

“Maybe we should just break up.”

Time stilled. The words echoed in the space between you like shrapnel.

Deuce froze. You watched the moment they landed, watched the shock hit first, then the disbelief, then—slowly, crushingly—the pain. His hands clenched at his sides, his brows furrowed so deeply it looked like he didn’t quite believe what he’d heard.

Then he crossed the room in three long, stumbling steps.

He caught your hands in his, gripping tight—not hard, not forceful, just desperate. Like he thought if he held you firmly enough, maybe he could anchor you here.

“Please…” His voice was thick, ragged. “Please take it back. I—I can do better. Just—don’t. Don’t do this. Don’t say that. I love you, okay? I love you.”

Your heart cracked under the weight of him. Of his trembling fingers and tear-rimmed eyes. You had expected maybe more shouting, a slam of the door, or maybe just silence. But not this. Not Deuce unraveling in front of you, pleading like losing you was the worst possible future—and to him, it was.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed, tears welling up as you pulled him into your arms. “Deuce, I didn’t mean it. I was upset. I didn’t mean a word of it.”

He wrapped his arms around you so tightly it hurt. He pressed his forehead to your shoulder and let out a shaking exhale like he’d been holding his breath ever since you said it.

“That was mean,” he mumbled, not accusingly, just… quietly. Like it had cut him and he didn’t know how to pretend it hadn’t.

“I know,” you whispered, guilt curling heavy in your chest. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you either,” he whispered back, voice hoarse. “I never do. I’m sorry I got mad. I should’ve—should’ve been better.”

“No,” you said softly. “We both messed up. We’ll fix it together.”

He nodded against your shoulder, still holding you like he might fall apart if he let go. The storm had passed, but the ache lingered. The kind that only time and closeness could ease. So you stood there in each other’s arms, swaying gently, hearts beating wild but together.

Neither of you ready to move. Neither of you willing to let go.

Jack Howl

The words slipped out before you could stop them.

"Let's break up."

The silence that followed was immediate—heavy. Jack's eyes widened, his brows furrowing as if you'd just slapped him. His posture stiffened, arms tensed at his sides as he processed what you’d said.

“…Is that all it takes?” His voice was low. Hurt, but steady. “One argument and you’re ready to throw everything away?”

You could see the crack beneath his calm. The way his hands clenched slightly, like he didn’t know whether to reach for you or retreat. Jack wasn’t the type to raise his voice or lose control—he was solid, dependable, always trying to do the right thing. And right now, you’d shaken that foundation.

Your throat tightened with guilt. “I didn’t mean it,” you said, the words rushing out. “Jack—I’m sorry. I was upset. I didn’t mean it. I shouldn’t have said that.”

He stepped toward you and pulled you into his arms without hesitation, wrapping you in a firm, grounding embrace. You could feel the tension in his chest, the way his heart thudded hard against your ear.

“Don’t say stuff like that,” he murmured, not angry, just… tired. Pained. “Words like that… they’re not something you throw around. Not over something we can work through.”

You nodded against him, arms tightening around his waist. “I know. I know, I’m sorry.”

“I love you,” he said softly, steady and sure. “I’m not walking away because of one bad day. And I need to know you won’t either.”

“I won’t,” you promised, voice small. “I don’t want to.”

He exhaled slowly, resting his chin atop your head. “Good. We’ll figure it out. Together.”

You stayed like that, held safe in his arms, silently vowing to never let temporary anger speak for your heart again.

Epel Felmier

The argument had already gotten heated, voices raised, tempers flaring in ways they usually didn’t. Epel rarely lost his cool with you, but today everything had gone sideways—misunderstandings piling up until it all felt too heavy.

And then you said it. “Let’s break up.”

The room fell into dead silence.

Epel’s expression shifted instantly—not hurt, not shocked, but furious. “You’re fuckin’ with me, right?” he snapped. His hands clenched at his sides as he stared at you, disbelief flashing in his eyes. “That’s not something you say just ‘cause you’re mad!”

His voice cracked slightly, more raw emotion bleeding through as he took a sharp breath. “Do you even understand what that would mean? You and me—we’re not just a fling. I’m not just someone you toss away ‘cause things got hard for a second.”

You stared at him, realizing how much weight your words had carried. His anger wasn’t the scary kind—it was desperation masked with pride, panic covered in frustration. His cheeks were flushed, his chest rising and falling too fast.

“I didn’t mean it,” you said quickly, stepping toward him. “Epel—I swear, I didn’t mean it. I was just angry and I said something I shouldn’t have.”

His jaw tightened, but his eyes softened the moment you reached for him. He let you take his hands, holding on tighter than he needed to. “Don’t do that again,” he said, voice quieter now, almost trembling. “You scared the hell outta me.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I really am.”

He nodded, still not letting go. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have yelled like that. I hate fightin’ with you.”

You didn’t even make it to the end of the apology before the both of you collapsed onto the couch together. Neither of you said anything for a long time, afraid to break the quiet that followed—afraid that letting go might mean losing something too important to risk.

So you just sat there, holding on. Because even after the fight, after the words that never should’ve been said—neither of you was willing to let go.

Sebek Zigvolt

“Let’s break up.”

The room goes still. The echo of your voice feels too loud in the quiet that follows. You expect Sebek to erupt, to explode in indignation, to bellow something about betrayal or honor or how could you say something so careless.

But there’s nothing. No shouting. No sound at all.

Just the slow, deliberate click of his boots against the floor as he approaches you. His shoulders are stiff, as if bracing against a blow. His expression is unreadable—not blank, but too full, too intense to make sense of. Then, before you can say another word, Sebek drops to one knee.

Not in anger. Not in showmanship.

But in something far more raw.

His hand clenches over his heart, head bowed, his green hair casting shadows over his face. “If this is punishment,” he says hoarsely, “for my failure to protect this bond between us… then I accept it.”

You flinch. “Sebek—”

“No,” he interrupts, voice cracking even as he tries to maintain his usual force. “I swore to protect all that is precious to me. And you… you are more precious to me than even my own pride.” He lifts his head slowly, and the sight of him nearly breaks you. His eyes are shimmering—not quite crying, not yet—but one tremble away from shattering.

“I acted harshly,” he continues. “I raised my voice, I let my frustrations guide my words, and I failed to listen when you needed me to understand. If I have driven you to this, then I have failed you more gravely than I can bear.”

Your throat tightens. “Sebek, I didn’t mean it—what I said. I was angry. I didn’t… I just wanted you to hear me.”

At that, his brows draw together, like your words wounded him and soothed him all at once. “Then do not say such things,” he says, breath trembling. “Please, don’t say such things. My heart… it cannot take the idea of losing you.”

You kneel down in front of him, your hands reaching for his face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I didn’t mean to make you think I was really going to leave.”

He leans into your touch like it’s the only thing anchoring him. “I would have let you go if you asked,” he says, quietly now. “Even if it destroyed me.”

“Don’t,” you whisper, pressing your forehead against his. “Don’t say that. We’re not going anywhere. We just need to… talk better. Fight better. Not tear each other down.”

He nods, slow and aching. “I will learn. I want to learn. Just—” he swallows thickly, a real tear sliding down his cheek as he exhales—“don’t do that again.”

He pulls you into his arms without hesitation, crushing you to his chest like a knight who thought he’d lost the war and just found peace again. And there, on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, the two of you begin to stitch together the pieces of a bond too stubborn, too sacred, to truly break.

I believe in gentle sebek supremacy

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floydleechrp · 8 months ago

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-there's a single note on his bed-

Happy Birthday, I couldn't resist

I stole your hoodie

bye bye

-lots of lov by your friend Raven :D

( @nrc-ramshackle-trio )

You will die in 7

#floyd answers stuff #yes i DID say that out loud to the note #N E WAY thx for the birthday wishes i was bussyyyyy for a few days #family nEEDED us to come hooome smh

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identity-theft-101 · 2 years ago

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@mrashengrotto

But did you actually?

#Did he family guy death pose?#I AM SLEEP DEPRIVED AND I NEED ANSWERS #HOW MUCH RESISTANCE DOES FLOYD HAVE????#IS JADE RESISTANT???#AZUL HOW YOU MAKE THAT???#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #octavinelle #not my stuff

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zivazivc · 1 year ago

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I read the tags 🏷️!!!

If all the bandmates names are nicknames, what are their real names?

And does that mean Floyd has a nickname?

sorry for the late reply, i went a little over the top

Their names are Tamarack, Hedley and Oblivion

#oh and Floyd doesn't have a proper nickname like the rest #a lot of trolls at parties call him 'bright stuff' and similar names though #trolls #dreamworks trolls #ex bandmates #trolls floyd #trolls oc #flea #hed #liv #i guess also #les #my art #answered #flea's childhood nicknames were tammy and tam tam. important info :P

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written-in-knife · 28 days ago

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Love love love you Floyd jump ring fic- the leech boys deserve more love 🧜‍♂️

Would you be able to do a pre relationship of similar epic misunderstandings with Jade, maybe with Yuu not understanding merculture and/or Jade GREATLY misunderstanding human courting culture in his attempts to learn about land culture, I die thinking about how merpeople might misinterpret sayings like “the way to the heart is through the stomach” or “gotta get that ring” when enthusiastically trying to court

Rocks and Flowers

Jade Leech x gn!reader, pre-relationship

they/them pronouns, fluff, miscommunications/misunderstandings, a single use of my dear, poorly translated french damn you Rook

Word Count: 3616

I'M HERE I'M ALIVE. I'm getting ~*Diagnosed*~ finally. Lots of appointments this past week im so tired lmaoo Also I'm changing out all the character banners, so lemme know what yall think as stuff comes out

Jade had a baseline knowledge of land culture, of course. Before they came to land to go to Night Raven, he, Floyd, and Azul had all gone to land camp. It taught them how to avoid social faux pas with the people they'd meet on land, various human traditions, even how to walk. What it did not teach them was just how many turns of phrases the common language had. Some made sense, some even overlapped, but some were... notably harder to understand. And why were so many of them about ways to kill animals? He never bothered to ask questions, he knew they were just phrases that land dwellers often used to get their point across, and most of the time the meaning could be derived through context clues. Most of the time.

When Jade realized his own attraction towards you, he was hesitant to act on it. Land camp had explained a few things about human courting, but mostly in the context of how to avoid making acquaintances feel uncomfortable. He wasn't sure how exactly to go about it. He spent a lot of time trying to look things up online-- a mistake-- and in books, trying to figure out how humans even started their courting rituals let alone what the entire process entailed. He wasn't about to go around asking, knowing anyone who would be willing to give him an answer in the first place would also be the most likely to give him false information. So he was stuck looking through various books trying to find answers for you.

And he had no idea you were doing the same for him.

It was easy to fall for Jade once you got past the subtle menacing aura that was always surrounding him, and you fell hard. You didn't fully realize it yourself until you found that you'd listened to him talk about the mushrooms he'd found on his hike to fill out his most recent terrarium for two hours. You learned more about mushrooms in those two hours than most people would want to know in their entire lives, and you were excited to hear more. When you got back to your room that night, you started researching merfolk romance online-- A MISTAKE-- trying to make sure you wouldn't do anything to insult him. The only people you could ask about the topic were Azul and Floyd. Azul would almost certainly make you sign away something in return for the information, and Floyd... yeah, no. That's a nonstarter. So you ended up in the library, sneaking back to your dorm with books about merfolk courting rituals, both ancient and modern, praying no one would catch you on the way back.

Jade had read through the few informational manuals he could find on human courting-- one written by a merperson decades ago, and another that seemed to be angled towards preteen girls and had some truly terrible advice-- and had to move on to... more unconventional methods. Which lead to him reading romance novels in a far corner of the library. There were a surprising amount of them, many with musclebound men with long hair and a petite woman in his arms on the front. Jade opted for the other plentiful options that wouldn't blow his cover immediately. He was engrossed in his book, one hand propping his head up on the table and the other flipping pages, fingers lightly drumming on the cover as he read. It wasn't a terrible read, but it seemed wholly unrealistic. How would owning a dog get you a romantic partner? He was too deep into the book to notice someone lurking, barely keeping his composure as someone gasped loudly beside him.

"Monsieur Prémédité!" Not many people could sneak up on Jade, but Rook was definitely one of them. "I was not aware of your exquisite taste in literature! Comme c'est merveilleux!"

"This is actually quite far from my usual choice, I'm afraid." Jade corrected as Rook beamed down at him. He carefully flipped the book closed, back cover up, as two others approached from behind him. "Are you familiar with this one?"

"Oui! I find it most interesting how the dog is a pivotal part in the budding romance!"

Of course he does.

Vil leaned forward to skim through the description on the back, confusion growing on his expression at each word. "If this is so out of the norm for you, why are you reading it?" He asked.

"For research purposes." He admits, flashing the Pomefiore students a sharp smile.

"Un étudiant en l'amour?" Rook gasped excitedly as he quickly sat down across the table, lacing his fingers under his chin in intense interest as Vil rolled his eyes and straightened back up. "Monsieur Prémédité, je n'aurais jamais deviné! For what are you researching? Please, tell me everything!"

"Now you've done it..." Epel muttered from behind Vil, sounding exhausted.

Jade hesitated for a moment. The Pomefiore students would certainly be the ones to ask when it came to these sorts of things. They at least would be the least likely to lie to him about the particular subject. "I'm researching human courting rituals. There is little in the way of instructional manuals in our library, so I have turned to these." He gestured to the book in front of him before turning back to Rook, who practically had stars in his eyes. "Unfortunately, there isn't much to be gained from these, as it turns out."

"Are you trying to find information so you can court someone?" Epel asked, looking mildly concerned before Vil swatted him lightly upside the head with a mutter of "too blunt."

"Land boot camp never covered the topic, and I must admit, I've been dreadfully curious ever since I first heard the story of the mermaid princess." It was as easy for Jade to lie through his teeth as it was to breathe, piling on the pitiful tone and expression to try to play at least one of them for a sucker. "The stories never went into detail on how the land prince courted her, I thought I would find more information here, but alas..."

It was unsurprising that Rook took the bait, hand resting on his chest as he nodded along sympathetically. Vil rolled his eyes again and Epel muttered something about courting rituals to himself, neither nearly as invested in the lie.

"On land, courting must be bold!" Rook began without prompting as he stood from his chair, Vil only just keeping him from propping a foot dramatically on the table by grabbing his arm and pulling him back. "Loud proclamations of love! Flowers! Doves! Music!"

"And some people don't enjoy that at all." Vil sighed, shooing Rook down from his soapbox. "You just have to play to your audience. But it does often involve flowers."

"My Meemaw says the quickest way to anybody's heart is through their stomach." Epel chimed in, getting a quick glare from Vil at the accent slip.

"Your grandmother is correct on that front."

Jade stared for a moment at the phrase. Another he didn't recognize and wasn't exactly provided context clues for. The way to win your affections lies... in your stomach?

"The most common way to begin a human courtship is by bringing flowers, admitting your intentions, and inviting them out with you on a date." Vil explained further, Rook quietly waxing poetic about each point next to him. "Which is why it's more commonly referred to as dating, rather than courting."

"I see... This has been enlightening, I thank you all for your input." Jade nodded to them.

"Do let us know how it goes, Jade." Vil gave him a knowing smirk as he spoke.

Jade flashed back his own sharp smile, narrowing his eyes just slightly at the housewarden. "I've no idea what you mean, Vil."

Meanwhile, you'd found some fairly decent information on merfolk courting rituals, turns out their methods were significantly better documented than humans' were. Unfortunately for you, however, a lot of the courting rituals varied between the different species of merfolk and there wasn't a lot of overlap as far as you could tell. The biggest overlap you could find had to do with small gifts; pebbling, as some species of merfolk called it. It seemed to be finding something cool or pretty on the ocean floor and bringing it to the person you were courting, which sounded easy enough. You were already a fan of picking up cool rocks, it wouldn't be any trouble to just bring them to Jade instead of putting them on your windowsill.

Another common overlap you found was the importance of jewelry across all species of merfolk, but it seemed to be... maybe a little too important for just trying to date him. From what you could tell, giving a merperson jewelry was their closest equivalent to proposing, or maybe a promise ring? You weren't entirely sure, but it seemed like too much. Specifically to eel merfolk, the book you found talked a significant amount about a dance that you couldn't quite understand. It was definitely an underwater activity, as far as you could tell, but maybe dancing in general would be good enough on land? The way the book talked about it made it seem like it was common enough knowledge that no one would even bother writing down the details. You were too engrossed in the notes you were taking-- yes, you were taking notes on this-- to notice the floorboards on the other side of your door creaking.

"Hey Yuu, I got yer--" You scrambled to cover up your notes, the book, to be nonchalant about it as Epel walked into your room, holding your potionology notebook in his hands. He looked surprised at your panic as you blocked your desk with your body, definitely not looking completely suspicious. "--notes. What, uh... Whatcha doin'?"

"Nothing. Studying." You spat out, not moving from the uncomfortable position you found yourself in. "Thank you for bringing those back, you can leave them on the armchair."

"Or... I could just hand 'em to ya." He smirked, inching towards you and watching as you leaned backwards over your desk to keep hiding the evidence.

"Or you could just hand them to me!" You agreed in a tone too upbeat to be believable, snatching the notebook out of his hand as soon as he was close enough. "Thank you, Epel, but I really have to study so I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Sure, sure..." He nodded slowly, just managing to peek past one of your arms, smirk growing devious. "Ya writin' an essay 'bout merfolk courtin' rituals?"

"OUT. GET OUT." You shouted as your face began to burn, leaping up from your awkward position to shove him out the door while he cackled.

"Aw, c'mon, I ain't gonna tell nobody!" He protested. "In fact, I got some interesting information myself in the library today--!"

"DON'T CARE, GET OUT. TELL NO ONE." You shoved him out into the hallway, slamming the door shut behind him.

Out in the hall, Epel simply shrugged, smirking to himself as he walked away. "They'll figure it out eventually." It was nice to be the one in the know.

You were mortified but at least you were fairly sure he wouldn't run to tell anyone about it, you don't think you'd ever be able to live it down if Ace caught wind of this. You twisted the lock on the door into place before going back to your desk to continue your research, face still burning red as you flipped everything back to where it had been.

Vil had given Jade a decent jumping off point, but he found himself going back to the phrase Epel had used. The way to the heart is through the stomach. Of course that had to be a way to win your affection, but through your stomach? He hadn't read anything about the abdomen being involved in any courtship rituals, at least not the initial stages. Perhaps he had missed something? Maybe it was something lesser known that older generations did? It couldn't possibly be as simple as food, could it? The common language turns of phrases were never so simple, even the ones he understood. He turned the phrase over in his head for a few days, too busy analyzing it as he walked into his Ancient Magic class to catch who had put a rock on his desk. Why was there a rock on his desk? He stopped to stare at it for a second before glancing around at his fellow sophomores, none of whom seemed to be taking even a passing interest in his confusion. It had definitely been placed with purpose, squarely in front of his chair so there was no way of him missing it or mistaking it as being for someone else. He picked it up as he sat down, turning it over to examine in his hand as Floyd flopped down in the seat next to him.

"I don't suppose you saw who left this, did you?" Jade asked, presenting the rock for Floyd to see.

"Nah, couldn't give a shit less." Floyd grumbled, barely glancing at the rock before draping himself forward over the desk.

Jade hummed lightly, glancing around one more time before depositing the rock in his bag. He could maybe make use of it for a terrarium, if nothing else. He didn't think much of it the first time, but as the week went on, there continued to be rocks on his desks. Not ever in the same class either, so he could confirm that it was not an accident the first time. They were just small rocks that could fit in the palm of his hand, some of them having interesting patterns or colorations, some having interesting shapes, but they were still rocks. He kept the nicest few to put in his terrariums, the rest were left in his bag to bring with him on his next trip to the mountain.

By the end of the week, you were out of your coolest rocks that you were willing to give away. You were almost certain you were doing this wrong, leaving them for him to find instead of just handing them to him, but you were so afraid that maybe pebbling didn't apply to eel merfolk, or that the rocks weren't good enough. You didn't find them outside in the grass or still in the classrooms, so you considered that a win at least. And Epel was the only one smirking at you whenever Jade walked into the cafeteria or down the hall, so he hadn't told anyone what he'd seen. Another win!

You planned to spend your weekend figuring out how to go about dancing with Jade. The books weren't clear enough on what the dance entailed besides that it was done with tail fins while underwater, but it was very clear that it was done while courting. You were on the couch in the Ramshackle lounge on Saturday evening, rereading the courting book for any sort of clues you'd missed when there was a knock on the door. You quickly shoved the book between the couch cushions, making sure it was completely hidden as you got up and headed for the door, immediately glad you'd hidden the book as you opened the door to Jade standing on the front porch. He was dressed in the outfit he usually wore to go up the mountain, mud still on his boots from his hike and gloves dangling out of his pockets.

"Hello, Yuu." He said pleasantly, looking over your obviously startled demeanor. "I do hope I'm not interrupting."

"No, not at all." You waved him off quickly, trying desperately not to somehow give yourself away. "Just, uh... reading. What's up?"

You froze as he stepped forward, into your personal space, and placed a hand on your stomach, just above your navel. Even through your shirt, his hand was cool, sending a shiver up your spine. You stared wide eyed as he smiled down at you before reaching into his bag and pulling out a bundle of small flowers, presenting them to you. They were a little squashed from being in his bag, and it looked like he had picked them off the mountain himself. You felt the heat rising on your cheeks as you took them from him, the fact he’d taken the time to gather them himself was flattering by itself.

“I was given advice on how to go about this, and was told to just be straightforward with my intentions.” He began plainly. “I’ve found myself drawn to you recently, and would like to begin courting you. I was told it was called “dating” and that I should invite you out with me, if you’re interested?”

You could feel how hot your face was getting as he spoke, not believing your luck. Maybe you wouldn’t have to figure out that dance? Maybe you still should? Would it be rude not to? He, on the other hand, was getting nervous in the drawn out silence that your internal reeling was creating, worried he’d done something wrong. He wouldn’t show it on his face, of course, but he was getting uncomfortable.

“Oh, uh, yeah!” You spat out quickly, chuckling nervously as you realized just how long you’d let that moment drag out. “Definitely. When? And where?”

He paused for a few confused blinks, smile slipping as you watched a light dusting of pink grow on his cheeks. If he weren’t so close, you might’ve not even noticed. “I was... unaware that was something I had to plan ahead of time.” He admitted slowly, internally cursing himself for not asking more details when he had the chance.

“That’s alright!” You were quick to assure him, fiddling with the little bouquet he’d given you. “We can figure that out together, if you want?”

His smile returned at the offer, warmer this time, fonder. “I’d enjoy that.”

“Great!”

There was another pause as you looked down at the small blooms in your hands, then at his hand, which was still rested on your belly. You glanced up at his face, then his hand, then his face again.

“Hey Jade?”

“Hm?”

“What... What is this?” You tried your best not to sound like you disapproved as you glanced down at his hand again. What if it was something the books didn’t cover? Other than the dance-- and the inadvisable internet searches-- there was no mention of physical contact. There was dancing, there was biting which was less for courting and more for established couples, but not... this.

He pulled his hand away as if he’d been burned, the blush on his cheeks growing slightly. “Ah. That wasn’t correct then?”

“I don’t know? What was it?”

He groaned slightly, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he spoke. “Epel had said a phrase that I didn’t quite understand, about the stomach being the key to affections. Even Vil agreed that it was correct, I thought it must be a common courting method.”

You muttered the words to yourself, trying to piece the phrase together, biting your lip hard to keep from laughing when you realized what he was talking about. “The way to someone’s heart is through their stomach?”

“Yes, that’s the one. I’m not familiar with many common language phrases.”

“Food. The way to someone’s heart is good food.”

It really was that simple. Damn it. He let out an awkward chuckle, trying to hide his embarrassed expression from you by rubbing at his eyes. “I suppose I should’ve just looked it up, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay!” You laughed, wanting to reassure him. This was going way too well for him to back out due to embarrassment now! “It’s hard to find information on what’s allegedly common knowledge! I mean, I can’t figure out that courting dance for the life of me--!”

You slapped your hand over your mouth as you realized what you were saying, watching as Jade slowly looked up at you in confusion. You wanted to cringe all the way back up to your room as you watched him mouth the word “dance,” gears turning in his head as he looked you over, before a smile grew on his face. You broke eye contact as you realized he’d clicked everything into place.

“Yuu, have you been pebbling me?” He asked, tone equal parts teasing and astonished.

Well, this was going too well for either of you to back out due to embarrassment now, you supposed. You lowered your hand, narrowing your eyes at him with a smirk. “That depends, has it been working?”

He laughed, hiding it behind his fist as his eyes scrunched closed, and your heart absolutely fluttered. You really did fall hard. And so did he. He was flattered that you’d also done research on courting, relieved that you hadn’t gotten it quite right either, glad it hadn’t deterred either of you.

“It would’ve worked better if I’d know it was you, my dear.” He responded through his laughter, giving you a look of pure adoration. “Typically, you hand the items to people, not leave things for them to find themselves.”

“I wasn’t sure I was doing it right!” You defended lightheartedly.

“Well then,” he started as he held a hand out for you to take, which you did, of course, “how does dinner sound? Since food is the way to the heart.” He pulled you a little closer, tone dropping a bit as his smile grew. “Then, perhaps, I can teach you that dance.”

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scribbles-here · 6 months ago

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summary: ever since you've woken up in Twisted Wonderland, you've been in awe. i mean how could you not? magic was everywhere!

your friends just shrug it off, thinking that there was nothing special about this world, but you, oh you can't help but giggle like a child whenever something explodes, whether on purpose or accidently, in potions class. of course, someone has noticed the joy at the smallest things in your eyes, and he can't help but admire that.

characters: Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, and Malleus,

type: fluffy / gn reader / romantic / bullet points + lowercase intended / reader is yuu

a/n: had this in my head for a while but whenever im given the chance to write i forget everything, some characters might be ooc and like most of the stuff i just searched up lol

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[ⅰ] riddle rosehearts

riddle likes your enthusiasm about wanting to learn things. so when you came up to him with a bunch of questions regarding his world, you bet he pulled out a stack of books and plopped them on a nearby table.

"i hope your free for the next hour, [name], because we aren't leaving until your curiosity is satisfied."

he thinks you're going to whine and make an excuse to leave, but he's left silent when you nod and plop down on the chair, back straight and ready to learn at whatever knowledge was going to be thrown your way.

it ended being longer than an hour. you couldn't help yourself asking questions about certain things like wars, how magic came to be, how it was possible to for dorms to have their own dimensional pocket for its location, and blah blah blah.

and riddle couldn't help himself to answering your questions, which led to more questions and again blah blah blah.

finally, you guys get a break for snacks and refreshments, riddle decides to ask you about your world. is there truly no magic in your world? ...magicians? they give the allusion of magic without being able to use it? interesting.

and break ends without both you realize it, but this time, riddle's the student and you're the teacher.

[ⅱ] leona kingscholar

usually, leona doesn't care if you're around him whenever he's sleeping, he likes napping on you. as long as it's quiet and there's no ruggie bugging him about any assignments, he's a happy lion.

but he can't help flicking his tail in irritation at your constant staring at his tail and furry ears when he's trying to sleep. he knows you probably want to touch them.

yeah, leona knows he's good looking, but could've you done your sight-seeing when he's more awake and ready to tease you?

"hey, herbivore, is there something on my face?" leona opens an eye and stares at yours with his green one. he notices you eying his ears and with a loud sigh, he repositions himself to rest his chin on your belly. "only for 3 minutes"

giggling, you immediately reach over and stroked at his fuzzy ears. then comes the questions. "do you use different shampoo for your tail?" "how do you wear headphones?" "your tail is very pretty!"

while you chatted away and messed with his ears and hair, leona fell deeper and deeper into slumber. he'll answer your questions when he wakes up.

[ⅲ] azul ashengrotto

why did he agree to this? why couldn't he just tell jade and floyd to take and show you the beauty of the deep sea? but knowing them, they might pull something and that something was this!

stuck in a sunken ship, with you, in his octopus form! but he can't help but flush at your gentle petting towards one of his many arms, the appendage wrapping itself around your fingers. he curses at the twins under his breath.

azul tries to focus your attention on other things he has found in the ruined ship, "look at this jewel, isn't it shiny?" "no? well, uh, then what about these shells? don't they look prettier to look at?" but the more he brough items using his limbs, the more amazed you are.

"wow, your arms are useful, not to mention very beautiful." azul pauses, soaking up your words, heart fluttering. "this shade flatters you so much, i bet you look good in any color"

azul and you didn't realize how close you had gotten to each other, chests touching and eyes locked like nothing else mattered. "azul, you're very beautiful."

his heart clenches at your words, swallowing a bit and murmuring a small 'thank you.' azul's limbs tightening their grip around you. "thank you, [name]..."

[ⅳ] kalim al asim

he's a yapper like you, poor jamil is seconds away from slamming his head into a wall from your ramblings.

you're amazed at some crystal lamps he has? guess what's sitting on your desk in your dorm. what do you mean there's no such thing as enchanted jewelry in your world? don't worry [name] he'll cover you head to toe in enchanted jewelry.

but then kalim has an idea. what if he took you on a magic carpet ride? you liked it last time surely, you would want to do it again. you beam at the idea and before jamil could get a say in, kalim scoops your hand in his and drags you to the treasury where he keeps his magic carpet.

squealing in delight, the air smacked your face to which you buried yourself in kalim's clothing as you clung to him. kalim laughs with you as he guides his carpet up into the clouds. '[name] check out this view!'

you gasp at the sight; the moon was full and bright in the dark sky, stars twinkled in the dark dome, the air was crisp and cold. kalim feels his face warm up at the sight.

he'll take you anywhere you want as long as you stay by his side

[ⅴ] vil schoenheit

you remind him of rook in a way, always admiring the simplest things and always impressed by the tiniest things. he's seen the way you look at him with stars in your eyes whenever he makes sparkles fly in alchemy and potions class.

vil knows your curious and he absolutely thrives at your constant attention on whatever he's doing. be it doing his make-up, skin care routine, or doing schoolwork. as long as it's you, he doesn't mind your attention behind cameras.

currently, he's doing your daily skin care date night while you yapped away about potions and his skin care.

"you make your own skin care products right? that's amazing, i couldn't trust making my own and expect my face to come out as clear as yours." you laugh

vil huffs as his pinky scoops up some lip balm, then holds your chin gently with his pointer finger and thumb and applies the product to your lips. which he totally didn't need to do all of that when there was a small stick.

"that's why i'm here, [name], i could show you some tricks i've learned through trial and error."

[ⅵ] idia shroud

after over blotting and apologizing to everyone, idia expects his life to remain the same, occasionally having interactions with his peers, you have shown up to his dorm, thanks to ortho, and expressed your curiosity in his hair.

idia stutters out an incoherent explanation, tips of his hair burning a pink from the concentrated look in your eyes, and once he finishes, idia goes to close his door but jumps at your hand gripping onto the door. you weren't satisfied.

eventually you invite yourself inside and after countless questions about him, you mention technology from your world and that catches his attention.

he listens to your explanation, occasionally snickering at the outdated technology your world had. when you ask about the technology from this world, idia comes out a bit more from his shell and goes on a 3-hour rant about technology from Twisted Wonderland, with you occasionally asking questions.

idia hopes you don't notice the tips of his hair turning pink, but of course, you ask him, admiring the color.

[ⅶ] malleus draconia

he admires that about you. for someone who'll live for a short time, you always cherish what little time you have. malleus has lived for a long time; he's seen things come and go, and over the years, he seems to have lost the passion to seek and explore what life offered.

but being with you with your daily late-night walks, with your rambling of how you found potions being able to heal injuries and sicknesses absolutely mindboggling.

malleus listens attentively to your speech on mythical creatures back in your world, how dragons were your personal favorite, and how in your world, in fae mythology, it's rare for a fae to choose to become mortal. that certainly catches malleus' attention. (i literally just googled this so idk if this is accurate)

he's certainly never heard of this statement, but it does intrigue him. now your speech leads to questioning him or questioning about his title as one of the top five powerful mages. how do you get that title? are you born with it or do you have to prove yourself to professionals? can anyone receive this title?

malleus just smiles and answers your onslaught of questions, heart fluttering at your attentive gaze

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the-shedevil-writes · 25 days ago

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Drunk on You (Bob Floyd x Reader)

DESCRIPTION: Bob rarely drinks. But after losing a bet with Phoenix, he ends up downing five drinks of her choice—none of them realizing just how absurdly strong they are. Leaving you to take care of your sweet and very drunken boyfriend as he fights for his life. WORD COUNT: 3.3k WARNINGS: Drinking/Accidental Drunkenness, Cussing

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Friday nights were reserved for drunken pool games at The Hard Deck with Y/n’s favorite squad of pilots. But by the end of the week, she was exhausted. Work, for some reason, had been a much bigger load to bear. People were just much more forgetful, rude, and critical this week, leaving her to pick up the pieces. She just wanted to stay in, maybe watch a movie, and sleep.

When she told her boyfriend, Bob, this over the phone, he immediately stepped in. “Do you want me to stay back with you? I know you’ve had a hard week.” He said sweetly.

She shook her head, “No, you’re all good. If you wanna swing by after, go ahead though.” She reassured. Though she’d love to just lie in bed with Bob, and hold each other till they were fast asleep and drooling. The TV always ended up playing the ‘continue watching?’ screen.

“Okay, I shouldn’t be out too late. Might have a few drinks because I lost a bet to Phoenix.” He said, sighing.

That made her chuckle. She was not surprised by that in the slightest. Bob wasn’t a huge drinker. He’d have a beer every once and a while and call it a night. But that just made it easier for the dagger squad to have leverage against him.

“That’s fine. Be safe.” She said into the phone

“I always am.”

Well, it was 11 PM. She was in the middle of her millionth Friends rewatch, and she was bored out of her mind. Maybe she should’ve gone to Hard Deck. She took a handful of popcorn and shoved it in her mouth.

Then her phone rang. Caller ID: Chicken. Obviously, her screen name for Rooster. Her brows furrowed, but she shrugged as she reached for her phone. It was probably going to be just him grumbling about how she didn’t come out and how much fun she was missing. She pressed the green answer button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/n- Uh- We’ve got a situation,” Rooster said over the speaker.

Oh god. What happened? A million different possibilities played through her mind. Did Bob get hurt? Did someone hit on him? Did he die in some freak accident? There were too many ‘situations’ that this could be. And it was only 11 PM.

“What do you mean?” She asked worriedly.

“IS THAT Y/N?” A familiar voice echoed faintly in the back… Was that?

“Bud, go- go sit in Jake’s truck.” Rooster said off to the side, “So, Phoenix brought this new daiquiri seltzer thing for Bob to drink as part of their bet. And neither of them realized it had a 70% alcohol content.” He sounded like he was wincing, as if waiting to hear her yell at him.

“Jesus Christ! Is he okay?” She asked, more worried than anything else.

“Yeah, he only had a couple, but for a guy who barely drinks… He’s pretty gone. We were talking about having him just stay at my place, but we didn’t know if you guys had plans.”

She immediately jumped into action, “Bring him to mine. He has a bunch of his stuff here.” She said firmly. “How’s Phoenix? Does she need anything?”

“She’s fine. She had a lot less. We’re getting Bob water, then we’ll be on our way.”

“Alrighty. Sounds good.”

She hung up the phone and started prepping for his arrival. Usually, it was the other way around. On a crazy Friday night, it was Bob taking care of her drunken mess. So even though she was tired, she wasn’t mad. It’s not like he had planned on this.

She grabbed a bunch of plastic water bottles and put them on her bedside table. There were some extra clothes he kept in a drawer in her closet. She loved that drawer. She loved the fact that it existed. That he felt comfortable enough dating her to leave his things there.

Ibuprofen for when he was hungover the next day. Snacks for if he needed something to soak everything up. And an extra blanket for if he got the chills.

Yeah, it was safe to say that she was very experienced in being dysfunctionally drunk… Was that a problem? She dusted her hands off. Oh well, it just meant that she knew exactly how to take care of Bob, who was probably getting his world fucking rocked.

A knock on the door broke her out of her thoughts, and she ran over to open it. When she did, she found a sober Hangman and Rooster holding up a disheveled Bob. His glasses were crooked on his face, and his typically tidy hair was pushed back and standing up. A red drunken flush crossed his cheeks. She had never seen him so wrecked.

“Hey, party animals,” She said, trying to keep the atmosphere light, letting them in.

“Hey… Sorry to crash your night in.” Rooster said with a guilty expression.

“Oh, it’s no problem. This is kind of an emergency.”

Meanwhile, Bob looked up at Hangman with a hazy smile. “That’s my girlfriend.” He slurred, nodding proudly. She broke into a smile.

Hangman nodded, pretending to be entertained, “Yeah, buddy. Very astute.” He dropped his smile and looked over at her, “He has not shut up about you, all freaking night.”

She gave a smile that said ‘awww’. Poor Bob. Even in his inebriated state, he was still thinking about her.

“Where do you want us to put him?” Rooster asked, still holding onto Bob, who looked like he was doing his best to be present… but failing.

“Here, we’ll take him to my room.” She said, leading them in.

After they got Bob lying on the bed, she walked them to the door. The two lieutenants walked out with their tails between their legs, saying their sorrys. She tried to reassure them that it was completely fine. But they were good guys. It was clear they felt bad for crashing her night, and also probably for not reading the tiny wording on the front of the bottle.

She walked back into her bedroom to find Bob lying on top of the blankets. His cheek pressed up against the pillow, and his legs sprawled out.

“Baby… I’m drunk.” He cried out.

That made her heart hurt. She knew he didn’t like to drink very much. That he didn’t like the feeling of it. She walked over to the bed and gently sat by his feet. Reaching out to hold his ankle.

“I know. I can see that. Let’s get you out of this uniform and into something comfy.” Her voice was softer than normal.

He nodded, slowly blinking. She moved over to the floor and knelt by his face so she could take his glasses off. The wire frames were currently being crushed between his face and the bed. She reached out to grab the arms of it, and he sighed just looking at her.

“My god, you’re so pretty.” He slurred. His blue eyes looked up at her. Pupils huge enough that she could see her reflection in them. “Don’t- Don’t take my glasses off. I wanna see my pretty girl.”

She couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face. Taking care of Bob really wasn’t bad at all. “Thank you. But you’re crushing your glasses. The arms might get all bent.”

His eyes widened in understanding. “Oh yeah.” He said, sitting up clumsily to avoid that. His body swayed, as if he were sitting on a ship.

She stood back up and gently took the glasses off his face. He looked up at her with his big doe eyes. After some admiring, he reached out his arms and looked up at her, as if asking for permission. She chuckled and walked in between his legs so he could wrap his arms around her waist. His face pressed up against her stomach. “I missed you. I just wanted to go home.”

She stretched over and put his glasses on the bedside table before hugging him back and scratching the back of his head. He let out a shaky exhale at that. It made her heart skip a beat that he called her house ‘home’. Or maybe it wasn’t the house. Maybe she was his home.

“Yeah, I know. We’re gonna get you sober soon.” She reassured. She left his arms and grabbed the shirt and boxers that she had picked out and left on the dresser. Returning to him, sitting obediently on the bed, she began to unbutton his khaki shirt.

He giggled, “I always- I always like it when you do that.” He stammered while squinting his eyes, as if he was trying to get the best view of her without his glasses.

“I know you do. But tonight we’re just sleeping, mister.” She teased

“That’s my favorite.” He said, happily nodding as she took off the overshirt.

“Arms up for me, baby.” She said, and he did it, letting her slip the white T-shirt underneath over his head, “You’re a very easy drunk to take care of.” She commented.

He smiled to himself as she helped him put on the old Lemoore Union High School shirt he used for pajamas. “I-I don’t wanna make your week worse.” He admitted softly.

Oh yeah. The horrible week had slipped her mind. She had told him so so many times over the phone about it in the past few days. There were a few times she’d sniffle and tear up on their phone calls, out of frustration built up. And he’d always try and be right over because that was just Bob. He never wanted to see his girl upset.

And it was clear he was worried about upsetting her right then.

“Bob, any time I spend with you is the best part of my week.” She said truthfully, “This included.” She kissed his head, and he closed his eyes, just letting himself feel the bliss for a moment.

After Bob was done changing into some fresher boxers, she had him sit up against the bed frame. She handed him a water bottle, which he accepted eagerly.

“Don’t drink too fast or you’ll throw up.” She said, “You’ve seen me do it.”

He chuckled at that and took a slow sip of water. She crawled onto the bed and sat next to him, checking her phone and reading the group texts from Rooster and Hangman teasing everybody about the night.

Chicken: Well, that’s the last time Phoenix ever brings a drink to the function. Jesus Christ.

Bagman: Will send all blackmail here in the morning so it hits you harder hungover. Take a shot every time Bob talks about his girlfriend in the videos.

“You are so pretty, Y/n.”

She turned her attention back to him, “You’ve said that quite a lot tonight.” She said, raising her brows. The constant repeats made her wonder what exactly he was saying to Hangman all night.

“You should- you should be a model.” He hiccuped, “Like those girls on Hangman’s w-all.”

The water had given him a bad case of the hiccups, but he seemed just eager to talk to her now with a little more energy.

She furrowed her brows and smirked. “Who are the girls on Hangman’s wall?”

He closed his eyes and nodded at nothing. “When we share a stateroom, he’s got these big p-osters. With- with these ladies on it.”

She was trying to stifle her laugh as he talked with his eyes closed.

“And they’re all in like red bikinis on the beach or- or on the American flag… I don’t think that’s allowed.” He said, sadly shaking his head, which made her laugh out loud. She couldn’t hold it in at what looked like his genuine disappointment about a violation of The Flag Code.

He blinked his eyes open at her laugh. His favorite sound in the whole world. A bashful look went over his face. “But none of them are prettier than you.”

“You’re crazy, baby. Thank you. Maybe at some point I’ll do a photoshoot like that and print you a poster.” She offered.

His eyes practically bugged out of his head at the thought. A surprised cough came from his throat as he pointed up to the ceiling. “But I-IIIIIII wouldn’t put it on the bunk wall. That’s just for me.” He said, nodding and leaning over so he could lie in her lap. Even though the subject matter was scandalous, he wasn’t touchy. He wasn’t trying to start anything. He just wanted to spend this horribly sloshed time with his girl.

“Oh, that’s just for you?” She repeated, teasingly looking down at him, as she brushed her fingers through his hair. He looked up at her with half-lidded eyes. “How are you feeling? Are you feeling dizzy? Thirsty? Hungry?”

He shook his head. “I feel better. I’m gonna feel bad tomorrow though.” He groaned.

She nodded, “But that’s why I’m here. I’m gonna make us breakfast, and get you lots of water and ibuprofen.” She sang softly.

The blissed smile returned to his face. “You’re an angel. A literal angel.” He reached out and held her hand.

She squeezed his hand back. “What even happened? What was the bet?”

He groaned again. His face crumpling up and it was simply adorable. “So, so there’s this strike we’re training for. And- and the target is like… It’s like…”

She did her best to seem attentive and listen, but she was fighting the urge to smile. Playing with his messed-up sandy blonde hair between her fingers, she found it interesting how he struggled to speak. Usually, when he explained missions to her, he was able to explain it straight to the point… Not tonight.

“The target is like… super duper tiny. And I was like, heyyyy no problem. Nooooo problem for Bob. No, no.” He said, giggling to himself in her lap, “But Phoenix said I couldn’t do it. And I was like- that’s mean.”

“So you bet that you could do it.” She finished his story.

He nodded, “Mmmhmm, I-I bet that I could do it first try. Which was stupid. And my punishment was drinking 5 drinks of Phoenix’s choice.”

“Why’d she choose that one?” She asked curiously

“LOOK!” He said suddenly, very loudly with his eyes shot open, which made her laugh, “Sheee thought that she was doing me a favor. She had heard that this brand tasted like juice. So it’d be easier for me, ya know.”

She nodded, listening. It was sweet that he was still defending his pilot. Even though he was absolutely wrecked, he wasn’t angry at Phoenix.

“And it did. It tasted like strawberry juice. Like your favorite. But the percentage was so high.” Bob whined, “Per can.”

“70% per CAN? These were canned drinks?” She groaned

He nodded, clearly regretting. “Not fun. Not fun at all.”

After a little bit of just talking, he started drifting off on her lap. She gently moved him off of her, just so she could lie down next to him. He grumbled, but he was too exhausted and dizzy to protest. She tucked him in under the blanket and turned off the bedside lamp.

When she shifted onto her side, she felt Bob scooch over and wrap his arms around her. He squeezed her against him like a teddy bear, looking for comfort. She sighed, relaxed, and smiled to herself. She did a good job. He’s gonna be just fine.

The next morning, Bob woke up with a loud groan. His head felt like it was being split open with an axe. Sitting up, he looked around dazed and blind for a second before remembering that he was in his girlfriend’s bedroom. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table, putting them on.

He found a sticky note next to a water bottle and painkillers,

‘Picking up eggs for breakfast. Drink the water and ibuprofen… Don’t throw up in bed, please :)’

He did so. He chugged the water and threw back the pills now that his stomach wasn’t as sensitive. A queasy feeling took over him, but he was used to it. He flew jets after all, so nausea didn’t often get him to throw up. After some deep breaths, the feeling subsided.

After that, he checked his phone to see that the group chat had blown up.

The most recent messages were from 2 AM, and it was a picture of Phoenix passed out on Rooster’s couch. A blanket draped over her as her mouth hung open with a little drool on her chin.

Rooster: Get this woman her car keys.

A groan mixed with a laugh escaped him right as Y/n walked in.

“Morning, baby. How’s the hangover?”

God, he was so glad to see her. He was so happy to be in his girlfriend’s room, and not on Rooster’s couch.

“Bad. So bad.” He sighed, rubbing his face.

“You feeling good enough to eat? I’m gonna just make some quick eggs and toast.”

With a tired nod, he got out of bed. He walked over to her and silently wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, please.” He rested his chin on top of her head. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

She sighed into his neck. “Any time… You’re always taking care of me when I’m drunk anyway. It’s about time I redid the favor.” She chuckled.

A little bit later, they sat at her kitchen counter, eating their eggs and toast. Bob picked at his slowly, wary of making himself sick. She had her phone out and scrolled through the various videos Hangman sent. Starting from the beginning of the night, there was a video of a sober Bob sitting in a booth and looking at the camera with dread.

“My name is Bob Floyd. And this video is to document that Natasha Trace was completely and utterly right.” He said before opening a white can with a strawberry label and cheering it to the camera.

The next video was Bob, a little gone, but not as bad as the state she saw him in. “My name is Robert. And- and I’m three drinks in… These are kinda strong, Hangman.” He burped.

“They’re the most girly drink she could find, Bob,” Hangman said off-camera.

“Anyway. I miss my girlfriend, and I wanna go home.” He said before taking a sip of his fourth can.

The last video was chaotic and shaky footage of Bob being helped into Hangman’s truck. In the background, they could hear Rooster on the phone with her. He scooched in and lay across the back seat. “Where’s Y/n? How come she’s not here?” He asked confused, making her laugh as she watched back the footage. Bob couldn’t even watch it; he just groaned, listening to the audio.

“She’s at home. We’re taking you to her, I think.” Hangman said.

“I love her so much.” He slurred, “I’m gonna- ’m gonna marry that girl. She’s so smart. And so pretty.”

She gasped and laughed out loud watching that back. Bob’s eyes shot open. He said that?!

Hangman turned the camera to himself, revealing a monotone expression. He looked pissed off before turning the camera back to show Bob again.

“Hangman, where’s my phone? I- I wanna call her.”

“I have it so you don’t, dumbass.”

Then the recording ended, and she looked over at Bob, who had his head in his hands.

“You’re so sweet.” She said, leaning over to poke at his shoulder

“I hope you know that I’d say it all again sober.” He said nervously. He didn’t want her to think that it was just a drunk accident. All of what he said was true; he just didn’t say it so pointedly all the time. Some liquid convincing just made all his feelings burst out.

“I know.” She said confidently, “I love you, too.”

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