#no beta we die like floyd

[taradactylus]

Hey.. hey Trolls fandom of tumblr. Want some angsty shit about the new movie? Don't worry, I got you-

‼️WARNING: SPOILERS FOR TROLLS BAND TOGETHER‼️

So... Just read the notes of the story and you'll understand everything. I had fun writing it even though Im tired af-

[mit0bee]

Twisted Wonderland boys with an S/O who's afraid of bugs (me too)

Did I literally just post 5 minutes ago? yes. am i posting again? yes. Stuff you should read: Bulleted HC's because i dont feel like writing an essay like i did with floyds tent hc, no beta we die like men, mention of multiple types of bugs Characters: Leona Kingscholar, Malleus Draconia, Trey Clover, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Sebek Zigvolt, Floyd Leech

(can be read as platonic but i did write it with a romantic relationship in mind)

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Leona literally came running into the room thinking you had died or smthn, but no. you were screaming, standing on his bed....all over a small cockroach.

Bro actually sighed. like, a super big sigh, one that youd only get from a dissapointed mother while he stomped on the bug.

"Seriously, Herbivore? You took care of multiple overblots, but a single cockroach gets you all worked up?"

hes grinning so hard. youd want to punch him with how hard hes grinning.

all hes thinking is about the amount he can tease you about this

but, yes. he does get rid of the bug.

unless he was sleeping. then he forces asks ruggie to do it nicely.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

implodes the bug.

im not kidding.

he literally goes full on oceangate on that bug and implodes it

you didnt even have time to properly freak out before the bug was wiped off the face of the earth

"tsunotarou what was that sound?"

"nothing light of my life" *hiding bug corpse*

"are you sure bc i thought i saw a bug"

"nope. no bugs here? should we buy some bug repellant to ease your mind?"

".....no its okay."

you knew he somehow killed the bug.

and it only made you love him even more than you already do.

TREY CLOVER

catches the bug for you and lets it outside.

unlike the first two, he tries his best not to kill the bug.

he pulls the "how would you feel if i stomp on you and kill you?"

"if you killed me while i was a bug i'd thank you"

"you'd be dead, [name]."

"....id thank you from the grave."

he just sighs and shakes his head

probably convinces riddle to let him put anti-bug measures around heartslaybul for you (it didnt take much convincing riddle hates bugs too)

JAMIL VIPER

screams with you

probably set ramshackle on fire more than once while visiting you

you both have to call kalim or adeuce to come exterminate the single cockroach on the ground

again, that one tik tok sound where its like

"YOU KILL THE BUG, YOURE THE MAN!"

"SINCE WHEN."

thats a daily interaction between the two of you

if it happened at scarabia, he'd stay at ramshackle for the next month

literally would abandon kalim (or if he really cant be trusted he'd just bring kalim with him to make sure he didn't cause any problems)

VIL SCHOENHIET

screams with you x2

isn't as dramatic as jamil, but he definitely freaks out about it too.

about the bugs? no. about the bug bites.

again, youd have to call someone to save the both of you so you dont pass tf out and die while he gets eaten alive by a fruit fly

wym fruit flies dont bite? you cant be too cautious.

somehow always has bug repellant with him in the warm seasons

hes prepared and will NOT get any bug bites

EPEL FELMIER

zero reaction, or has a positive one.

"what in tarnation do you mean you hate bugs?! they help with fertilizer blah blah blah blah blah blah (i dont know farming stuff)!"

you have to CONVINCE him to get rid of the bugs, but he'll eventually cave and do it just for you

if you ask him to put up anti-insect measures he'd look at you like youre crazy

"[name]. bugs are actually really good for our ecosystem. back at home we always had to take care of the bugs, or else our crops would die."

"shut up. please. ily, but i cant deal with these bugs."

"okay okay okay fine"

will reluctantly set them up

overall a 4/10 for bug measures he will do it just not unless you beg

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

yells.

not in fear, but in anger because how DARE such a miniscule thing try to terrify the people he cares about?!

doesnt explode it like malleus

but strikes it with lightning.

yk his dorm card groovy? thats what hes doing to a little centipede.

expects you to praise him for protecting you

sure, its a given that he would, but he would very much so appreciate your thanks, and maybe a head pat or smthn

give him one.

now.

FLOYD LEECH

like trey, he lets the bug free

sometimes.

other times he kills it and chases you with the corpse

or keeps it alive and chases you with the living bug

if you REALLYYYYYYYYYY dont like bugs, like straight up sobbing, freaking out, then he wont but otherwise? have fun bro

someone has to seperate you two when you see a bug, because he will do something

sometimes if he's feeling generous he wont do anything and you'll be like "tf? what did you do to be so nice?"

"cant i just be generous towards my shrimpy?"

"no."

".....yeah i almost grilled grim thinking he was food."

"you WHAT."

all of this because of a simple bug

oh to be young and in love ----------------------- m.list @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

The Nanny (Hangman x Reader)

authors note: so, hangman won by a long shot in the poll, but for the few that voted for the rest, they're still coming! i have to deal with the bs with my basement and i am a college student, so i have to deal with my coursework as well.

inspired by @roosterforme

this will be a mutli part series, im not sure how many parts though

pairing: jake "hangman" seresin x benjamin niece!reader; established mav x penny

warnings: some swear words and an inaccurate depiction of how social workers handle dropping a baby off to its living, absent father. also cyclone is a dad bc jon hamm if a dilf.

not proof or beta read, we die like men.

summary: Hangman wakes up one day to a social worker and an infant on his doorstep. the infant? his 3 month old daughter.

word count: 1.9k

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It was the one day that the Dagger squad had a later morning (11am, per Maverick’s request), so when the pounding on Jake’s door woke him up at 8:45, he was a little pissed.

He stumbled out of bed and the arms of some red head whose name he definitely doesn’t remember, throwing on a shirt along the way to his front door where the pounding is originating from and reverberating through his skull. “I heard you the first fucking time,” he curses out, throwing the door open and preparing to unleash verbal hell on the person standing at his doorstep.

All the words die out though when he sees an older woman standing there with a sleeping baby in a car seat at her feet. “Jacob Seresin?” she asks and his eyes bounce between the infant and the woman.

“Yes?” he asks, voice cracking a bit as he looks back to the woman.

“Do you mind if I come in?” he nods and moves aside as she picks up the car seat and steps inside. “My name is Caroline Husband, I’m a social worker for the state of California.” she tells him as she sets the seat down on his coffee table, “and this is Avery. Your daughter.” 

Jake feels his heart stop as he looks down at the little girl, “what, what do you mean?” he sinks down to the floor on his knees, heart racing and Caroline gives him a small smile.

“Her mother-” she looks down at the paperwork she was holding, “Samantha Barnes, passed away from complications shortly after birth, you were listed as father on the birth certificate.” 

Samantha Barnes… Jake remembered her with a small smile. They were briefly exclusive before she had disappeared one night, leaving behind the memories and a note saying she needed to go back home to help with her ailing father, her last living relative that she still spoke to.

“H-how uh, how old is she?” he asks, taking her small, but definitely bigger than a newborn, hand in between his finger and thumb.

“She spent some time with a foster while the state was waiting for you to return stateside. She just turned 3 months old.” Caroline forms him, which makes sense as he was just in the middle of the ocean for the last five months. “I have some supplies in my car that her foster mom put together for you, should you choose to keep her.” 

“Choose to?” he asks, as if there was any other option for him. The second he found out Avery was his, there was never any other option.

“You can alway sign your parental rights away, there’s plenty of families looking to adopt babies.” she says and he shakes his head.

“No, she stays with me,” Jake says as he stands and Caroline smiles up at him.

“Well then, there’s all the information that you need. Her old foster mom made a list of information for you, her pediatrician, what formula she was feeding, how to prepare bottles...” she goes on to tell him more necessary information about Avery but tunes her out as he watches the little girl start to wake up and look around, well, as much as a 3 month old can, he supposed. “Here’s my card, it has my personal cell phone number on the back should you not be able to reach me at my office in the event of an emergency.” 

He takes it with a smile and a thank you before walking Caroline to the door to help her bring the items in from her car and as quickly as she was here, she was gone. Leaving Jake to sit on his couch as he stares into the eyes of his daughter. 

He kicks out his guest after 15 minutes of sitting there before he’s googling how to put a car seat base securely into the back seat of a F-150. After fighting for what felt like an hour (only 10 minutes) he has his daughter secured in his car before driving way under the speed limit to The Hard Deck, only 45 minutes late to meeting up with the rest of the Daggers but as soon as they see him walk into the bar with a car seat, all the teasing for being late blows out of there mind. 

“Do we need to call the police?” Bradley teases and Jake lets out a nervous laugh.

“No.. no police needed.” Jake says as he sets his daughter’s car seat and diaper bag in the middle of the pool table the team was surrounding.

“Well, then who is this?” 

Jake takes a deep breath before answering, “this is my daughter, Avery Seresin.”

Immediately the team has plenty of questions for the team’s resident playboy. He explains the situation as best he can with the information he got from Caroline.

“I never even knew Sam was pregnant. She never said anything and then she was gone.” Jake says softly as he looks down as his daughter in his arms, sleepily drinking from the bottle he made and Penny gives him a smile.

“You seem like a natural already.” she says, snapping a photo of the daddy-daughter moment and he smiles.

“Yeah, I was still around when my sisters started having their own kids, all girls too, ironically.” he responds with a small laugh and the movement of his chest startled Avery awake and she starts drinking more steadily again.

The squad takes the rest of the day before the bar opens with turns holding the newest member of the team. Aside from Jake, Bob and Natasha were the only other two who seemed comfortable enough to hold her without needing any instruction on support for her head. 

“Does Cyclone know you have a kid yet?” Mav asks as he takes his turn holding Avery, seasoned from when Bradley was a baby and he used to watch him while Carole and Goose needed alone time. 

“Fuck, no not yet.” Jake groans as he rubs his hands over his face. “I need to go see him.”

“Go see him now, between Penny being a mom and me dealing with Bradley as a baby there’s plenty of experience here to watch Avery for a bit while you try to get some time to adjust to dad-life.” Mav says and Jake looks over at him.

“You’re serious?” 

“Yeah, besides, Avery is already better at 3 months than Rooster ever was.” Mav teases and Bradley makes a couple of offended noises before being slapped in the chest by Natasha. 

Jake nods, “okay well here’s her-”

“Hangman, get out of here. I did all this with Amelia.” Penny says as she pushes him towards the door and Jake pulls her into a hug.

“Thank you so much, Pen.” he says, meaning it too since Penny is the closest thing to a mom that he has since he hasn’t talked to his real mom in years. 

The drive into base wasn’t a long one, but felt like it was with how often he was checking his backseat and not seeing his daughter before remembering she was safe with Penny and Maverick at the bar. 

Walking into Admiral Simpson’s office, Jake broke out into a nervous sweat. “Um, excuse me, sir.” he says as he knocks on the open door.

Both Admiral Simpson and Admiral Bates looked up at him from where they were sitting at the desk discussing some news that they received from higher ups. 

“Can I help you, Lieutenant?” Cyclone asks and Jake nods, taking that as an ‘okay’ to walk into the office.

“Yes actually, I uh.. I was wondering if I would be able to get leave, sir. I had a surprise visit from a social worker this morning and-and my infant daughter.” he says as he straightens out his back and rolls his shoulders back.

“You have a child?” Cyclone asks, closing the folder that he had open to focus more on Jake. “Since when?” 

“Well, as of 9am this morning, sir. Her mother passed away after she was born and no other living relatives so… She’s currently with me. Well, not with me Captain Mitchell and Penny Benjamin are currently watching her.. sir.” 

Warlock and Cyclone share a look and Jake stands there nervously, “I know that this is short notices but all I’m asking for is a week to figure things out, find a sitter, get some kind of a routine started for-”

“Okay.” Cyclone says and Jake looks at him instead of the spot that he had been looking at on the wall. “You only want just one week?”

“I can have more, sir?” Cyclone nods, having recently become a father himself and knows how important bonding is for parents. 

“Unless something urgent comes, how does three weeks sound?” he asks as he pulls something up on his computer and begins to type.

“I would greatly appreciate that.” Jake says with a small smile and Cyclone nods, ending the conversation and Jake starts to walk out of the office.

“Seresin?” Warlock calls out and Jake turns around, “congratulations.”

“Thank you, sirs.” 

Jake drives back to the bar already feeling lighter than he had in the last 6 hours, and upon walking back into the watering hole, he sees a red faced Avery and a panicked Rooster.

“Bradshaw what did you do to my daughter?” 

“What did I do? She threw up on me!” he says, holding the infant safely, and at an arm's length away. 

The rest of the team is laughing behind him and Jake just takes Avery and lays her against him so her head is on his shoulder, “well I’m sure you deserved it.” 

Bradley glares at him before wandering away to the bathroom to clean up. Jake smiles and rubs his daughters back as she babbles in his ear.

“How did talking to the boss go?” Penny asks and Jake smiles.

“Really good, actually. Said I can have three weeks as long as nothing urgent comes up that’ll need the full team's attention.” 

“Well, if you ever need a nanny so you can have a break and none of us are available, my niece just moved to the area and is looking for work.” Penny says with a small smile as Jake moves to sit next to her. “Plus she has a degree in early childhood and special education.” 

“Okay, yeah I’ll let you know.” he says with a nod.

“Well, you can meet her tonight, she’s supposed to come and help me out here for the night since Jimmy can’t make it in.” Jake just nods and Penny pats his shoulder that Avery isn’t sleeping on while she stands to start opening duties for the bar. 

Jake didn’t end up meeting Penny’s niece that night, or any time in the following week. In fact, it wasn’t until the last week of his leave that he met her. 

Jake was holding Avery as he walked into the bar before it opened, she was babbling up a storm and he took his sunglasses off to put on the top of his head when he saw someone new behind the bar, head thrown back and laughing at something that Bob had said. 

You look over at him and he swears his heart stopped, “Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.”

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[vinziel]

Unexpected Revelations

John Dory x Male Reader

A/N: Branch and Clay will have the same color coding except Clay's will be italic.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Rhonda took all of you somewhere. This must be where Clay is if Rhonda smells him near here, all Five of you wander around, then suddenly the large clown machine turned on and a deep voice began to speak "Who dares enter these sacred ground?" "We're here looking for our brother Clay" Branch answers. Then suddenly the machine turned off, and a troll came out, she honestly looked like Poppy but you didn't want to overthink it. The troll began to say "It's been a while since I've seen other trolls! Welcome!" She smiles, being happy to see new trolls around "I'm Viva! Please come inside" Viva leads you all somewhere, there were plenty of trolls "Putt Putt trolls! Lights on for our new friends!" She says, the lights are turning on all around you "Fries and Milkshakes to celebrate!" Viva says, You all began to eat "Woah, this would really go well with burgers" Bruce says, then suddenly all the Putt Putt trolls start to panic, hiding themselves "Yeah we try not to use that word, it just sounds really close to Burgens" Viva explains then a voice says "We call burgers meat circles" The troll walks over and it's Clay, Clay walks over to the five of you, fist bumping you and Bruce and squishing Branch's face. John opens his arms and excitedly exclaims "Clay!" Which Clay responds with a simple "John" You can't help but feel bad for John, he seems so devastated.

Then suddenly Poppy and Viva's bracelets glowed. It was hug time "Wait. Is your dad named King Peppy?" Viva asks "Yeah why?" Poppy answers "You're alive! You're alive" Viva exclaims as she spins Poppy around "You're probably confused. I'm your sister" Viva explains "Dang if only I had a long lost sibling" You say jokingly, which made Branch laugh, Poppy and Viva start to bond, while Clay and the brothers talk about the situation with Floyd. Poppy also finds out that Viva and the other Putt Putt trolls were left behind. Being separated by the others, which is how they ended up here.

It was time to go save Floyd again and as they were all leaving Viva stopped Poppy "Please don't leave" she says, almost begging "Sorry I have to, but you can come with us" Poppy says smiling "I...can't" Viva answers, before letting go of Poppy, as they start to drive to where Floyd is "Are you ok Poppy?" You ask "Yeah... I'm fine" she answers, in Rhonda "So how exactly are the 4 of you going to hit the "Perfect Family Harmony"?" You ask "By practicing" John Dory answers "Well make sure not to mess it up again" You say, snickering "What do you know?" John Dory retorts "Oh I know plenty, I know that you're the type to mess up a performance, just like how you messed up your relationship with your siblings....your relationship with me!" You say, getting a bit pissed, while the others were just watching, this sparked an argument between you two and Branch had to step in between to stop it from escalating "Why haven't you moved on?! It's been 20 years!" John asked angrily "Well I would have moved on if you stayed gone!" You answer with bitterness i. Your voice "Could you two stop?! We're supposed to be practicing to save Floyd right now and you two are just arguing!" Branch interjects the argument, you and John sigh, both of you saying "You're right Branch"

You both stop arguing, you continued to drive Rhonda as the BroZone Brothers start to practice, plus Poppy since Branch invited her to sing again, she wore Floyd's Vest "Wooh! BroZone!" You yell, clapping, they wore their old clothes which honestly made you want to laugh but you kept it in, it was going good, a nice harmony but John stopped it. He complained about it not being good enough "Oh here we go being a perfectionist and bossy" You say "You know what?! The reason I left was because I didn't want to be bossy, because 4 little brothers is a big responsibility?" John retorts "Why'd you think I left? Because I didn't want to be treated like how you treated me" Bruce says "Guys stop! We're here for Floyd!" Branch says, then John Answers "Branch's right, let's just save Floyd so we could go our separate ways again" "Wait what?" Branch asks "What? You didn't think we'd all live together again did you? Roasting marshmallows singing songs" John says, laughing "Oh I'm sorry is that funny to you?" Branch asks "Stop being a baby Branch" Bruce says "Vinz pull over" You did and Branch continues "You all still treat me like I'm a baby, you know what?! i stopped being a baby the moment you all walked out on me, left me with grandma and now she got eaten!. Now I'm walking out on you!" Branch says leaving, you got up from the driver's seat, with a disappointed look "I'm honestly disappointed with you all, I expected better" You say, sighing and shaking your head in disappointment before running to catch up with Branch, with Poppy following

(TBC)

[goosewithtwoos]

TRUTH OR DARE

pairing: Bob x Reader

summary: sexcy truth or dare cause why the hell not // written in like 20 minutes and posted without proofreading🥸

“Okay, okay, you’re turn.”

You and Bob had been sat on your bed for the past half hour, playing truth or dare, and slowly getting close enough for your knees to touch.

“Hm…okay, truth or dare?” Bob asked, taking a sip from his water bottle.

“Let’s go with truth.” You replied.

The game had gone from innocent questions to progressively more dirty as time went on.

Bob had been forced to answer when the last time had kissed someone was - two years ago unless you counted a drunken game of spin the bottle, in which case it was three months - and you had been dared to call Hangman and ask to borrow his lube.

“When was the last time you brought someone to bed?”

You laughed at the question. Of course Bob wouldn’t want to ask it crudely so you mentally translated. ‘When was the last time you fucked?’

“I think probably sometime in the last year. It wasn’t anything to write home about though so I’ve honestly forgotten.”

Something flashed across his face but before you could figure it out, it was gone and he was back to his normal self.

“Okay, my turn,” You knew you needed something good. Something juicy. Something that was going to really make this night fun.

You took a while to think about it, going over a few different options in your mind before deciding on one.

“When did you cum last?”

Bob almost spit out his water when you asked.

He quickly composed himself, setting the water aside as to not spill it again, before sitting up a little straighter.

“Um…I uh…I can’t really remember.”

Your jaw dropped. His face turned a bright red at the admission. You both sat in silence as your mind was turning.

“Why - why can’t you remember?”

Bob turned an even brighter red than was possible. He opened his mouth to speak but closed it again. After a few moments, he finally spoke.

“I can’t.”

You sat back, looking around the room and trying to act casual. “It’s okay, you don’t have to answer. I’ll pick a different question.”

“No, no, I meant like, I just can’t…finish…when I’m here.”

The got your attention faster than when Maverick dumped the textbook in the trash. Your head whipped up to meet his eyes, finding that he was covering his face.

“Wait, you mean…you haven’t gotten off since you got here?” You were incredulous. You had to get off at least once a week here to blow off some steam. Everything made you tense, you needed a way to release it.

Bob shook his head. He finally uncovered his face and it looked like his eyes were glassy. “I just can’t. It’s like I try, I start, I think of hot girls and yet I just can’t.”

You bit your lip, trying to not laugh. Hot girls. Bless him.

“It hurts.”

Your brain short circuited. You thought you were dreaming, maybe hearing things, but you would swear you heard a bit of a whine in his voice when he spoke.

“I dare you to get off right now.” The words were out your mouth before you really thought about the gravity of them.

Bob squeaked, sucking in a sharp breath.

“It’s…not your turn.” He was still bright red, shifting uncomfortably, trying to not look like he wasn’t completely freaking out.

“Fine, okay I pick truth. What’s my favorite color? Good question. Blue. Now I dare you to show me how you get off.”

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know why, but you had never wanted anything more in your life than you wanted this. Not getting into the Academy, not when your celebrity crush was coming to town. All that mattered right now was him.

His big, blue eyes were watching you, waiting for you to say you were just joking and begin making fun of him.

“Please.” You whispered, desperate for him to show you.

You couldn’t tell where it was coming from. Maybe it was lingering effects from the beers or maybe it was the fact that he whined when he talked about it but you needed to see him get off.

His hand slowly went down to his joggers, shifting them around so he could get a better angle. You saw his black boxers peaking up and you leaned closer subconsciously.

At a snails pace, like he was trying to tease you, he pulled down his joggers just enough that you could see the outline of him through the fabric of his briefs. It was growing rapidly, almost half hard before he even touched it.

“Are you sure?” He asked, gaze shifting between you and his cock.

“Come on,” you stopped yourself from calling him baby and settled on “Bobby. Show me what you can do.”

He moved the band down, slowly, slowly, and you were sure he was trying to make you combust. Finally, his boxers were pulled down enough to let his cock spring out and your mouth went dry.

God, he was so pretty, every part of him. You couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“You’re staring.” He muttered.

“Your gorgeous.” Came your easy reply.

He tentatively brought his hand up, wrapping his long fingers around himself. He wasn’t exceptionally girthy but he made up for it in length.

His hand slowly began moving up and down, drawing gasps from the both of you. He was so reactive to touch, you noticed the way his shoulders had hunched inwards and were already beginning to shake. He continued his slow pace, squeezing as he got closer to the head.

You couldn’t help but study the way he got himself off. His eyes were closed like he was trying to pretend you weren’t there and his bottom lip had been sucked in with his teeth. His back was against the wall, allowing his other hand to come up to his chest. Through his shirt, he was running his hand up and down his chest, paying extra attention to his pectorals.

God, you wanted to touch him.

He let out a whimper as precum began to bubble from the slit. With the added lubricant, he was able to move his hand faster. This ended up drawing more moans from him and caused for your mind to completely stop working.

“Just like that,” you muttered your praise to him. “Keep going.”

He cried out again, hunching forwards as his body began shaking even more. “Please, please, please, it hurts.”

You couldn’t tell if he was actually asking you to do something or if he were just too lost in his delirium so you opted for gently pushing him back against the wall by his shoulder and placing your hand over his.

His movements stopped instantly and those big, glassy eyes looked up at you again.

“Do you want help?” You needed consent before you dared to touch him further.

He nodded. “I can’t do it.”

You leaned forward, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before pulling his hands away and replacing them with your own.

Your left hand traveled up and down his chest, massaging his chest like you had seen him do earlier. Your right hand was on his cock, which fit perfectly in your hand, slowly stroking.

“It’s okay, you can let go, I got you.”

Bob was babbling out your name mixed with other incoherent phrases as you speed up.

You used your thumb to press over the slit and he openly sobbed. His hands were covering his face to muffle the sounds but you were sure your neighbors could hear you taking him apart piece by piece.

You firmly grasped at his chest at the same time you flicked your wrist perfectly and it was finally enough to send Bob over the edge.

“Good boy, good boy.” You whispered as you continued to stroke him through his orgasm.

You knew he was going to come quick and a lot but you were surprised by how much. Your hand was covered along with his joggers.

He continued to cry through his high, coming down as you pulled your hand away.

Looking around for your tissues, you found the box was empty. Without second thought, you began licking him off your hand, relishing in the taste.

You looked up, accidentally making eye contact with Bob who had been watching you the whole time. He hiccuped another cry when he watched your tongue clean up the mess, wishing you would do the same to him.

“I’m so sorry,” You said, suddenly extremely bashful. “I couldn’t find the tissues and I didn’t want to wipe it on my sheets.”

Bob shook his head. “It was hot.”

You smirked as an idea popped into your head. “Oh yeah? Do you want a taste?”

He nodded, slowly opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. You gently placed two of your fingers in his mouth, watching intensely as he closed his lips around them and began sucking.

Good God, he was going to be the death of you.

“How long have we been here for?” You ask despite his mouth still being occupied. “Three months now? That’s twelve weeks. I think we need to make up for some lost time.”

His eyes closed as he used his tongue to spit open your fingers and lick between them. It was lewd and the implications sent a shiver of excitement through you.

“Eleven more to go.”

[randalsgrave]

I DID THE THING GUYS OH HOLY SHIT

As previously mentioned, it’s some real “middle of the plot” fuckery and it’s nowhere near finished, but I HAD to share it, because who am I to deprive the Bob fans of some Bob goodness?

It’s day five of being involved with Bob, and things don’t quite go to plan one evening.

18+ only. Don’t touch it otherwise. Bob x Female!OC.

Word count: 1.5K

WARNINGS: Semi-explicit; mentions of oral (f!receiving); teasing; panic attacks; mentions of toxic parents; not beta read (we die like men); minor editing

A/N: If I didn’t already apologize for this being stoopid half-baked then here I am apologizing for it now. Creativity tends to hit me when I’m sleep-deprived at quarter to 2 in the morning and this kind of shows that 🥴 Katie will be showing up in a muuuuuch more developed Bob story in a bit (and this will very likely be part of it) but for now, she lives on in a one-off. I hope you guys like her as much as I do and come back to see more of her story. ❤️

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It’s day five of being together, and tonight Katie is at Bob’s place. Nothing too out of the ordinary, if you ignore the fact that Katie’s place with its distinct lack of roommates is - usually - the more ideal location for the two of them. 

Bob insists though, mentions something about his housemate going underway with the Lincoln. It’s a nice change of pace - Katie might have no roommates, but Bob has a house. More space means more tomfoolery. 

By the time 2100 rolls around, they’ve managed to keep their hands to themselves, mostly. All bets are off, however, when Katie wanders into Bob’s bedroom, hair damp and body fresh from the shower she just took, in little more than her underwear and an oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt - Bob’s oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt. 

And damned if the sight of this girl in his clothes doesn’t do things to Bob. 

“I should let you wear my clothes more often,” he says, voice a near rasp. 

“Keep leaving them at my place,” Katie snarks, “and I just might.” She walks over to the bed, falls into the empty space alongside Bob, legs bent and arms hitting the pillow, framing her head like a freckled halo. 

Bob can’t help that he stares. He’s got a literal angel in his bed, after all. 

“You’re the damn prettiest thing that’s ever been in my bed, y’know,” he says as he rolls over to face her, and he means it. He still has no idea how he managed to score a girl like Katie Garland, but Christ, he’s been thanking his lucky stars ever since. What a wonder she is. 

Katie smirks. “You say that to all the girls you hook up with?”

“Only one I'm doing anything with is you.” He says it with a shrug, like it’s the most casual and nonchalant statement on the planet, but Katie would be lying if she said it didn’t make her heart skip a beat or six. Surely he means nothing by it. 

Right?

She sucks in a breath she didn’t realize she was in need of. “…Got a way to prove it?”

“I might have an ace or two.” 

It was an open invitation Katie was hoping he’d take, and sure enough, he did, pulling himself closer and snaking an arm around her waist, lips ghosting along the column of her neck. 

And just like that, it’s on.

In truth, it still stuns Katie that a man as unassuming, calculated, and tongue-tied as Robert “Bob” Floyd is capable of… well, this. Of keeping her guessing. Of shattering her worldview. Of reducing her to a puddle with a single kiss to her throat. There’s a lot more to Bob than he lets on, that much has been obvious since the moment she met him, but God… What a damn wildcard he’s turned out to be. He’s smart and sharp and cool and on the goddamn money - a real-deal, no-shit flyboy. 

And Katie is hell-bent on finding out whatever else there is to him. 

She meets Bob halfway, turning towards him with one small, veined hand on his cheek, her head tilting to capture his lips in a kiss, a heated one with sighs and teeth and want. It’s the beginning of a flight for the two of them, a systems check that tests waters, tests the limits, slow, steady, methodical. 

“This okay?” Bob asks around the movement of her lips on his. His fingers toy with the hem of his t-shirt, toy with the skin of her exposed torso. 

Katie responds with a soft whimper and a nip of her teeth into his lower lip. Bob damn-near short circuits. Yes, it’s okay. It is very, very okay. 

It’s all the go-ahead he needs to take it further and further still. The oversized Beastie Boys t-shirt? Gone, stripped up and over Katie’s head and tossed off to the side somewhere. His navy-issued sweatpants? While already slung low on his hips, they seem to slip a fraction lower and lower as he rubs, ruts against her. Hands, mouth? All over and everywhere, starting with Katie’s breasts. His fingers dig into the swell of her flesh, soft, warm, supple, a beauteous thing that his mouth soon finds before dragging its way up and latching onto her throat. Katie mewls beneath him, desperate for more. 

Bob climbs further up. “What do you want?” he murmurs against the shell of her ear, a lightning-up-the-spine sensation that has her whining, writhing. At this point, Katie wants whatever Bob is willing to give her (which is saying quite a lot) but if he’s giving her full control like this, well then…

“M-M-Mouth.” Any other person would need elaboration, but Bob? He knows. He knows exactly what she’s getting at. “Wanna feel you…”

In an instant, Bob’s mouth is gone from the shell of her ear and trailing down the column of her neck, down over her collarbone, between her bare breasts, and good god. Katie’s body is an F-18 in flight, practically doing loop-de-loops under the control of a skilled pilot, and it thrums. Everything is as it should be, perfectly placed and perfectly timed. 

Until it isn’t. 

His hands, his mouth, they’re everywhere. He’s everywhere. His tongue is lathing strips up her inner thighs, fingertips trailing in the apexes of her legs and hips, whispering along the bottom edge of her stomach. It’s five million touch sensations all at once and Katie can’t process them all in time. Her body twitches, bucks. What the hell's happening?

And then Bob is between her legs, her underwear is gone, and he’s licking featherlight lines up the length of her pussy, and it sends Katie into overdrive and oh fuck. This is nothing like the night they had four nights ago. This? It’s too fucking much. Her body blazes, every nerve lighting up like the warning lights in her cockpit, screaming at her, abort abort ABORT. Oh no, oh god, this is bad. 

Nausea curls in her belly. Panic sets in. 

Katie goes with her basest gut reaction and just stiffens, goes completely board-rigid with eyes clenched and breath held, then forced out, fucking breathe goddamn it, wills Bob through inaction to stop, please - 

“Katie?” 

Bob has pulled back. His mouth is no longer on her, and his hands curl gently around her thighs. He must’ve noticed her go still - and thank god he did, because every alarm bell in her body is going off and she’s breathing far too fast and ah shit, she’s on the cusp of a panic attack, isn’t she?

“Whoa, hey, Katie, Katie-“ He scrambles up, takes her face in both hands. “Look at me baby, did I hurt you?”

“N-No” - oh god, she’s gonna cry, fuck - “I’m not hurt, just really freaked out.”

“Did I go too far? I went too far, didn’t I?” He’s the one panicking now, and god if it isn’t like a knife through Katie’s chest. “Oh god baby, I’m so sorry-“ Bob throws his arms around Katie, pulls her now-shaking frame into him as tightly and as close as he can, his horrified face pressed into her chestnut hair while hers is hidden in the curve of his neck. “I’m so, so sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten carried away like that…”

The knife in Katie’s chest? It stabs, over and over again. It happened again. Her brain and anxieties  got the better of her and she panicked and look at what you’ve done now, you’ve ruined it. She can hear her mother, feel her sitting in her head, taunting her, nobody likes a drama queen, Katherine Mae, NO ONE. 

Not even the WSO holding onto her like he’s afraid she’ll break, asking her if she’s okay like his life depends on it. Not even him - especially not him. 

Her voice cracks, splinters. “It was too much,” she chokes out around tears. “I’m too much, I’m so sorry-“

“No! No no no! Don’t you dare think that!” Katie’s face is in Bob’s hands again, staring dead-on through tear-stained vision at the blue of his eyes. “This is absolutely not your fault, okay? I went too far, and I don’t ever want you to be uncomfortable, so I stopped. I never, ever, ever want you to be uncomfortable with me, ever.”

Katie can’t help herself; the response is reflexive. “But I don’t wanna ruin it for you-“

“You’re not, I promise. I’ll take whatever you’re comfortable giving me, and only that.”

Katie chokes back a sob and curls into Bob, arms clenched tight around him, as tight as she can possibly hold him. She’s fucking mortified that he’s seeing her like this, but she doesn’t know what to do while her body calms down from the state of panic it was previously in. Just hold me, please just hold me…

They may only be five days into seeing each other, but Bob’s already got her figured, down to a damn science. He doesn’t scare easily. For her? He would never. 

He keeps his arms tight around Katie for the rest of the night, holds her through her tremors, brings her back down to earth with him. He keeps them there, even when exhaustion gets the better of her and she finally slips off into unconsciousness. He’s not letting her go, not anytime soon. He wouldn’t dream of it. 

For a woman like Katie Garland, Bob will do anything and everything to keep her here, keep her safe. 

Anything.

[arami-004]

My first TGM fanfiction in English. Enjoy!

[nincompoopydoo]

Hi! Happy Valentines Day, and may you have a great day! May I request from this prompt ‘ I couldn’t sleep. ’ with Bobby Floyd and shy!reader please? They'd be so cute together. Thank you so much!❤️❤️

OUR TINY APARTMENT

PAIRING: Bob Floyd x Shy!Reader WORD COUNT: 1.3k [i know i said < 1k words but i got carried away] SUMMARY: You're in love with your roommate and after accidentally finding out that he may share your feelings, all you can will yourself do is make an omelette. even if it's 3am. A/N: so damn happy to finally write for my other baby, Mr. bob floyd! thank you for your request and happy valentines! WARNINGS: swearing. TENSION. Natasha snitching. military inaccuracies idk. no beta we die like men. PROMPT: "I couldn't sleep." [from a this prompt list] MASTERLIST

Your apartment is tiny — a two-bedroom and two-bathroom apartment.

Well, it used to be huge when you first moved to gleaming San Diego. So huge that the empty void space made you feel small. From cold, dim, and rustic urban forests, your new job took you across the country to warm, bright, shining beaches. Quickly, the sounds of car honks were replaced with the cries of seagulls.

Alone in a postcard landscape with orange skies for sunsets.

Every creak and every shuffle echoed a little too loudly within these four walls; your home began to feel cold and dim.

Your apartment needed company.

You needed company.

Entered Robert “Bob” Floyd: Weapon System Officer, bespectacled, sandy blonde, responsible, intelligent, and devastatingly cute.

Bob, a naval pilot, resisted moving in with the other pilots because extroverted naval soldiers never understood the privacy inclinations and dwelled in silence for more than five minutes.

He was someone of little words, and so were you. As two introverts, you immediately clicked. Between tight smiles and awkward small talk, you saw yourselves in each other. 

So, your huge apartment became tiny.

Your apartment, drenched with salt air from the sea and bathed in orange from sunset skies, remained silent – a comfortable silence. The kind of silence that lingered between two people who have normalised each other’s presence in a tiny space with an understanding that conversations don’t come as naturally and as often.

Bob understands. He always does.

It’s hard not to love him, and it has become harder to see him as only a friend when your waking days are spent contemplating on how much you want to be more than just friends with Bob.

Your chest aches at that thought.

In the kitchen is where you find yourself rummaging through the cabinets for eggs. The analogue clock ticks at a quarter to three in the morning, and the refrigerator light floods through the darkness as you whisk two eggs in a blue ceramic bowl Bob had gifted you as a peace offering when he first moved in.

Hours before, you bumped into Natasha, Bob’s colleague, at the entrance of the local grocery store. With a wide grin, she excitedly approached as you returned a bashful wave.

“Hey, you.” Natasha chirps with a growing sly smirk.  “So, how did the date go?”

You blink.

“...Date?”

Natasha continues to smile with bright eyes.

“Yeah, the date with Bob?”

Your eyes widen, and your breath hitches.

“What?” is all you manage to say, and you watch her grin immediately vanish at your words.

“Oh, um…” Natasha’s expression reflects yours as her eyes dart around the area. Anywhere but you. 

You’re still trying to process her words. Why would she think you went on a date with Bob?

Unless…

Oh.

“Woah, look at the time!” Natasha croaks while glancing at her watch. A nervous chuckle escapes her lips, and her panicked eyes return to you once more as she promptly waves you goodbye.

“You have a nice day ahead!”

You watched her scurry back to her car, throwing a quick wave at you again, and you’re left at the store doorstep with your heart thrumming against your chest.

And now, you’re in the kitchen, whisking your anxiety away.

With a huff, you reach for the pan hanging by the stove when the handle slips from your grasp and lands on the floor with a loud clang, followed by a flurry of pots and pans that, too, made its way to the ground, crashing.

“Fuck,” you silently curse, gasping at the sight of your sudden accident of massacred utensils on the kitchen floor. While you scramble to clear the mess, you hear the doorknob of Bob’s room rattle, and the door creaks open, revealing an exhausted Bob. Wrinkled shirt and tousled hair, he squints through tired eyes and takes in the scene before him, although, he looks like he hasn’t slept in days.

With a nonstick pan in one hand and the other a fork, you stare at him with wide eyes, brows shooting up like a deer caught in the headlights. He glimpses the blue ceramic bowl on the counter behind you.

He knows it, and you don’t have to elaborate: you were making an omelette.

“I couldn’t sleep.” are the words that leave your lips, uttered with a bashful tone of embarrassment.

You press your lips into a thin line and continue, “I’m sorry for waking you.”

Bob flashes you a gentle smile and waves his hand as if to dismiss your worries silently. He immediately bends down to collect the scattered saucepans and the casserole pot you never use without a second thought. You join him, knees on the floor.

“No, it’s fine. I couldn’t sleep either.” 

Your heartbeat quickens at the sound of his voice, soft and merely a whisper. His drawl is a tad deeper than usual, sending your stomach a flutter. Immediately, your meeting with Natasha returns to prominence in your mind, rewinding her words. At the thought, a sense of sheepishness trails up the hairs of your neck.

A glimpse at Bob, you catch the steady furrow of his brows and the dark circles that line his eyes – a conspicuous facade to his mild distraught that you figured had kept him awake. You wondered if he had been pondering about whatever Natasha had accidentally slipped earlier.

When you find yourself back on your feet, you are immediately faced with Bob already staring at you in all his ragged charming glory, glasses catching the reflection of the refrigerator light. You spot a glimmer in his eye as he takes a step towards you so careful. You watch the way his lashes touch the expanse of his cheeks, blinking whilst attempting to hide his growing anxiety.

The tension in the room shifts as he says your name so softly, as if whatever he’s about to say next is so sacred and so secret, they’re for your ears alone.

You don’t dare say anything.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” he pauses, gaze darting every corner of your face. He’s trying to get a read on your reaction. “I’m not sure how things will turn out once I say it because, well, I… like what we have right now.”

Bob nervously fiddles with the hem of his shirt, and you cannot breathe.

“This,” Bob vaguely gestures to the close space between you. “This has been the best thing that has happened to me ever since I arrived here. I would hate to ruin it.”

A twitch right at the corner of his lip. Your heart melts.

Bob huffs loudly.

“I guess all I’m asking is –”

“Yes.”

Bob blinks, dumbfounded.

You breathe.

“Yes, I’ll go on a date. With you.”

It’s simple, short, straightforward.

You watch him blink again, mouth agape. Still very much silent.

Then, a terrible feeling of dread settles in your stomach. You start to panic.

“I mean, if that’s what you’re asking. I didn’t mean to assume –”

Before you could even further delve into your self-created exaggeration of the consequences of your words, you were brought back to the reality of your apartment kitchen when Bob brings his lips to the corner of your mouth, chapped lips against your flushed cheeks.

Minutes ago, you were about to make an omelette. Now, Bob just kissed you.

You carefully watch Bob pull away from you, his palm still on your right cheek, expression reflecting a sense of an equal astonishment to your own of his actions. You feel the tremble of his exhale against your skin.

His touch lingers, his expression soft, and you finally find the courage to do the right thing.

Your hands find the sides of his face, and you kiss him, nose bumping the lens of his glasses. You feel him smile against your lips, a hand grasping the curve of your waist.  

In this tiny apartment, this tiny space you share, your heart feels so incredibly huge for the first time.

[sushiwriterhere]

foggy

summary: "Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were lightly fogged, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them."  rating: explicit (18+ mdni) pairing: bob floyd x f!reader word count: ~2.9k warnings: idiots pining, car sex (lol), hangman being hangman, no use of y/n.  notes: Inspired by me thinking about Bob's glasses getting all fogged up. y'all i wish i could apologize for this but all i can think abt is this man and how someone once said they wanna chew on him like a polly pocket.. anyways please let me know what you think ! no beta we die like men tagging: @sebsxphia @theharddeck - tagging ppl either by request or whom i feel like luv bob soooo pls let me know if you'd like to be added/removed

You were usually far more behaved than this, really. You paid attention in your classes, did your work, showed up on time to your job–kept it all together. But there was something about him, about Bob, that just made that tiny part of you want to be reckless. And he had no idea. 

There he was, along with the rest of the group like every Friday, sitting and watching them play pool. They’d hoot and holler, order drink after drink, and he’d sit and laugh along with his peanuts and his Shirley Temples or lemonades. And it made you want to jump his bones.

It was a smidge ironic that as a bartender his non-alcoholic drink choices were part of what got you going, but what could you say? A man of multitudes and contradictions was appealing, and Bob was just that. Best weapons system operator around, shy as all hell, and damn smart. He always tipped generously, never put his phone on the bar, and had interrupted more than one creep on a mission to try and ruin your Friday night (flirting is for tips, not for keeps!). 

But any time you tried to move it past your brief interactions, he always slipped away. You figured it wasn’t necessarily on purpose— he seemed to be friendly otherwise, just probably not interested. So you resigned yourself to the occasional small chat when making drinks or he came in while the Hard Deck was a bit less noisy—and ever so often, finishing while imagining just what it would feel like to have his body pressed up against yours. 

And this Friday began like every other. You came in right as lunch ended, and busied yourself with prepping more limes than you ever wanted to see again in your life. There were glasses to be stacked, napkins and straws to be refilled, and liquors to be restocked. Patrons would start trickling in around 5 or 6, with the majority starting to filter in around 8, clearly coming from dinner or work. By 9, the Hard Deck would be packed to the brim with fighter pilots and other people from the nearby base. 

Your favorite fighter pilots would make it in at 8:45 pm every Friday, like clockwork. They’d take over the pool table with a direct eyeline to the bar, and stay till the early hours of the morning, sometimes till closing. Rooster usually bought the first round if the weather was nice, Hangman would when the weather was shit. More than once you’d tried to discern a pattern beyond that, but they seemed to have some sort of system. 

Bob would always buy his own drinks. 

He’d make his way to the bar, smiling gently at you and waiting patiently while you fielded other customers. Then he’d place his drink order and ask for a refill on his cup of peanuts, and stand there humming something to himself while you poured him a drink. Tips came in cash, straight into your palms and always paired with a soft smile that made your knees weak and your pulse hammer.

Tonight was no different. He ordered his lemonade and handed you cash with a warm smile before returning to what appeared to be an increasingly hostile and heated game of pool. Sitting on the sidelines, he seemed to just be content observing the madness. 

When Hangman approached the bar during a momentary lull, you expected it to be for another round. Except he leaned over the counter conspiratorially, and crooked a finger at you to beckon you closer. 

“I have a secret to tell you, only it’s not really a secret.” He had a coy smile on his face like he was about to tell you he’d taken a cookie from the cookie jar. 

You really wanted to roll your eyes at him, but you had to admit sometimes Hangman was entertaining and you figured your shift would at least be somewhat more lively with his antics. So you just shifted closer to him while maintaining an eye on the bar in case someone needed anything. 

“Do tell.”

He pointed a finger back towards the game of pool just as Rooster sunk a shot and Phoenix high-fived him, “You see Bob over there?”

You narrowed your eyes. You definitely didn’t like where this was going. While Hangman was all huge ego on the outside, you knew he wasn’t really like that on the inside, so it made you suspicious that he was deciding to pick on Bob. Usually it was all in good fun, but you had a soft spot for Bob and you really didn’t want to be caught up in any hurtful gossip.

“Play nice in my bar, Bagman.” You said, scrubbing a bit more aggressively at the countertop than you meant to.

“Hey! I’ll have you know I’m playing very nice, I’m being a wingman instead of Hangman tonight.” Wingman? “Bob over there, has a very big and bad crush on a certain someone.” 

You hoped this was some sort of prank, because Hangman had one perfectly manicured finger pointing at you. You felt your face go bright red. 

“That’s not playing nice.” God, why was this happening? 

It was one thing to harbor your little crush on Bob, to let yourself check him out while you were sure he wasn’t looking, it was another to have Hangman mock you by telling you that Bob liked you back. 

“He really thinks he’s being subtle,” Hangman continued as if he hadn’t heard you speak, “But he refuses to let us buy his drinks whenever we’re buying a round just so he can talk to you. I swear he spends more time up here or staring at you than he does hanging out with us.”

Saved by a customer, you let your attention drift away from Hangman and what he’d said to you. Even though he lingered, leaning on the bar, you tried not to focus on him. 

What did he mean Bob had a crush on you? That couldn’t be possible. A few weeks prior you had almost asked Bob out to dinner after not charging him for his drink, hoping that that would be enough to start a bit of flirting. 

Instead the WSO had placed enough cash to cover his drink and a very generous tip on the bar and stammered out something about needing to get back to the game of pool him and Rooster were losing. So you took that as your hint. 

Ever a patient asshole, Hangman was still there after you finished making drinks. Clearly being decently drunk wasn’t enough to keep him from being a pain. He just kept looking between you and Bob and not saying anything. 

“You’re scaring other customers.” You wanted this to end, the observation, you wanted to get out from under his knowing gaze.

He flicked a cherry stem at you, and without flinching proceeded to make you feel like you were officially the world’s least subtle person, “It’s not hard to see that you and Bob wanna jump each other’s bones, I think once you get it out of your system you’ll be perfect for each other. Just have to get over that first hurdle.”

And with that, Hangman walked himself back over to the rest of the group. You stood there in stunned silence trying to process exactly what just happened.

-

Like you said before, you were usually far more behaved than this. But nevertheless, you now found yourself pressed up against your car in the corner of the Hard Deck’s parking lot, Bob’s lips on yours and his hands on your waist. 

Anyone could see. Hangman or Rooster could step out for a breath of fresh air, maybe even a drunk cigarette (no one was allowed to tell Mav), and see you pulling Bob’s shirt out of his standard-issue khakis and running your hands over his stomach. You had always known he was hiding some serious muscle under his uniform. Someone could see you, weak in the knees for the quiet, but beautiful, Bob. 

“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly against your lips as you scratched at his back and trembled in his arms. “We shouldn’t–shouldn’t be doing this out in the open. You deserve better.”

Was it wrong that him being so respectful made you want him to ruin you all that more? What you wouldn’t give to be in your, or his, apartment right now, protected by four walls and free to strip and see all of him. But for now, you’d have to take the cards you were dealt. 

Grasping behind yourself, you yanked the back door handle against yourself, feeling the door give against you and open slightly. You pushed Bob off you gently, just enough to pull the door open and grab his collar to pull him into the car with you. He made a choked off sound, and you honestly weren’t sure if it was because of you grabbing his shirt or if he was surprised. 

“Wait,” He managed, and you froze, “I... Will you sit in my lap?”

You were going to die, here and now, with him almost hovering over you, his eyes wide and pleading. For a moment, time seemed to turn into something syrupy as he slid fully into the car, shut the door, and pulled you into his lap. 

You both sat there for just a moment, panting and staring at each other. Maybe you owed Hangman an apology for doubting his wingman skills, but you weren’t sure you wanted to inflate his ego more than it already was. 

However, he did deserve some credit. After he had dropped that bomb on you, Bob had come over and asked if you were alright, claiming he’d give Hangman a talking-to about whatever he said that had clearly upset you. You just stood there staring at him, until he started to squirm slightly under your gaze. 

It was in that moment you had blurted out, “I have a crush on you.”

He had stared at you for a split second before he whispered, so quietly you weren’t even sure you were supposed to hear it, “Oh my god, I want to kiss you so badly.” 

It had taken everything in you not to drag him across the bar and press your lips into his. Instead, you managed to tell him that you had your thirty minute break in five minutes, and to meet you in the parking lot by your car. It was probably the most reckless thing you had ever done.

So that was how you ended up in the backseat of your car, Bob’s tongue running along the seam of your lips, whining slightly when you opened your mouth to feel his tongue glide over your teeth. You could tell he had his feet firmly planted on the floor by the steady rhythm of his hips against yours. That part of his actions seemed so confident, so assured in comparison to the slight tremor in his hands against your hips, but you wanted him to let loose a little, show you just how much he wanted you. 

The car rocked gently with your movements. He was panting as his forehead leaned against yours, and he let out a particularly high pitched whine as you grabbed him by the back of the neck to force your lips together again.

“Been thinking about this, about you,” he ground out as you both pulled away again to catch your breaths, “See you every Friday and Hangman, ah, Hangman makes fun of me.” 

You groaned at his confession and twisted your hands into his neatly combed hair. Honestly, you couldn’t judge his hesitancy, for god’s sake you thought he barely liked you as a friend. Plus, you’d firmly asked more than one patron to leave when they tried to be too forward. Bob was never too forward. 

“Been, fuck! Been, trying to be a gentleman.”

You didn’t want him to be a gentleman, you wanted him to ruin you. Grabbing his wrists, you shoved them under your shirt and sighed as he got the message, rubbing your nipples over your bra. 

“F-Fuck,” you gasped, rolling your hips against his more firmly. 

“You’re so beautiful,” He whispered as his lips marked a path down your neck, mouthing at your collarbone as he tugged the collar of your shirt to the side.

“Bob...” You could feel the heat in your stomach building, the familiar tingle in your fingers.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” With one hand on your stomach rubbing soothing circles, and the other dipping into your bra, the flood of physical sensations was almost too much. 

You moaned into his mouth and shuddered against his grip, raking your hands through his hair and feeling just how much he liked the sensation of your nails scraping against his scalp when the rhythm of his hips stuttered.  

When you came it felt like a star bursting in your chest, everything went fuzzy around the edges as he rocked you in his lap and you rode out your orgasm. It felt like Christmas morning, your birthday, and every party all rolled into one. You shuddered as he kept your hips moving against his, clearly close. 

But you would have none of that.

Still trembling from your own release you unbuttoned his khakis with shaking hands and reached in to grasp him. He stared down at your through lightly fogged up glasses, clearly shocked. 

“Fuck, wait, are you sure—!” Was all he managed to get out before you were on your knees, doing your damndest to swallow him down.

He came with a choked shout, one hand on the back of your head and the other clawing at the worn leather of your seats, grasping for something, anything to keep him tethered. For a moment you stayed on your knees, reveling in the feeling of what had just happened. 

He was a fucking vision from this angle. His usually perfectly done haired was wild from you running your hands through it, his khakis were haphazardly open and his softening cock was laying against his stomach where you had rucked his shirt up. Breathing wild, his chest rose and fell quickly, and his fingers resting on the seat twitched in a matching rhythm to the ones in your hair.

Perhaps most tantalizing of all were his glasses–their lenses were fogged up, but you could still almost see his wide eyes behind them. 

You wished you had a camera to capture the moment. 

The moment was broken when Bob reached down to pull you back into his lap and move his lips softly against yours. It took you a moment to register that he was whispering sweet nothings to you–a combination of thank you, and all sorts of compliments that made your chest ache. 

A sudden alarm sound made both of you turn in opposite directions at the same time, smacking your foreheads together. Suddenly any sexual tension had completely dissipated, replaced by both of you melting into laughter. Leave it to you and Bob to top off humping in your car like teenagers by giving each other concussions. 

“I need to get back to work.” You whispered as he inspected your forehead for any lasting injuries, “That was my alarm.”

He pressed his lips to yours softly, as if he was savoring your final moments together. “Can I take you out to dinner tomorrow? Do this part right?”

“I’d love that.”

-

You almost made it to closing without anyone noticing that you and Bob had both conveniently been gone for most of your meal break. But the crew crowding the pool table was far too observant for their own good. To his credit, Bob got himself almost fully back to his normal appearance, and you slipped into the bathroom to make sure you were presentable again. 

“You should say thank you to people who do nice things for you,” Hangman was back, toothpick hanging loosely from his mouth as he turned a sly grin in your direction, “I’ll take a beer in compensation, though.”

Pretending not to know what he could possibly mean, you continued to clean up. “Making sure all your cups are on the bar by closing is not exactly free beer material.”

He scoffed and stole another garnish, “You might think you’re slick but Bob’s been staring at you uninterrupted since you got back from your little break.”

“According to you he stares at me regardless.” Sorry, Bob.

“Yeah, but now he stares at you all mopey, which means you must’ve gotten the other stuff out of your system–”

You threw a piece of ice, the universe granting you with perfect aim for once, and watched as it hit his collarbone and slid down his shirt. He jerked backwards with a hiss. 

“Okay! Just take your beer and shut up.” Why did he have to be like this?

“Why thank you sweetheart, consider your debt settled.” With a wink, he was gone.

If you were honest with yourself, you probably would give Hangman a thousand free beers just to see Bob in the backseat, glasses foggy, and staring at you like you hung the moon. But he didn’t have to know that.

[underqualified-human]

Pomefiore + Octavinille: Siren S/O

→ Request: Hello, I love this book so much. Can we have a gn!/fem!siren!reader with Octavinelle and Pomefiore? Headcanon please. It’s fine if you don’t wanna or can’t, I just love sirens.

→ A/N: Fun fact: My Yuusona is actually half-siren so this was a super fun prompt! [wasnt sure which type of siren you wanted so I kept in sort of vague]

→ Warnings: no beta,

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

Vil Schoenheit:

Power couple, immediate power couple

Posts a bunch of pictures of you guys together on his Magicam account [if you’re okay with it]

Spends a bunch of money on wing/tail care products that you might need

Tries to use his charm on your sisters/family and they are having absolutely none of it lol

Is initially very curious about your singing but understands your apprehension completely

Adding on to the previous point he defends you against people that may have a negative view on sirens [earns him a few points with your sisters]

Rook Hunt:

Wants to hear you sing so much that it rivals Odysseus 

”You know you'll die right?” “It'll be worth it”

Knows you get a lot of compliments based on your looks, so he waxes poetically about your personality

Acts the exact same way around your sisters/family so you’ll have to stop them from killing him

Super into learning about how you care for your non-human appendages

Epel Felmier:

He lives in a semi-landlocked area so he doesn't think it’s that big of a deal

Super nervous about meeting anyone in your family

Won't admit it out loud but definitely wants to hear you sing

Gets a little defensive when he sees people getting too close to you in public

If you have to care for your wings he goes “Don’t worry I’ve dealt with chickens before!” then backtracks if you get offended

Azul Ashengrotto:

Power couple vibes but he's secretly dying on the inside whenever he's near you

Immensely insecure, please reassure him

Wants you to sing at the lounge but then remembers it makes people kill themselves :(

Has discussions about the ocean with you, even if he doesn't have many positive memories associated with it

He knows how important family can be, so he’s absolutely terrified to meet them. While the Pomefiore group doesn't know much about sirens, the mers do.

Please defend him if your sisters/family says something rude, he will not do so himself

Honestly kind of bad at caring for tails or wings since he only has tentacles, but he tries his best

Floyd Leech:

Knows what would happen if you sang but still wants you to do it anyway

Talks to you about random land stuff that he thinks is cool

Brags about you to anyone who will listen is close enough. It’s usually the basketball club

You introduced him to your family and like 5 more ships got sunk that day. They want you to bring him around more often

Isn’t all that good at helping you with tail/wing care, but he does try

Jade Leech:

Power Couple #2

If you guys walk down the hall students part like the red sea

Shares a bunch of information about land plants [mushrooms] with you. You have no choice but to listen, he won’t take no for an answer

Subtly uses the fact that he’s dating a siren as leverage when dealing with customers

Helps you groom your tail/wings

Gets along pretty well with your sisters/family. He knows that they could kill him, but he trusts you enough to not be afraid

Tagging: @angelchanisaweeb [requester]

[kirans-wonderland]

If the Shoe Fits I'll Steal it~

Just a silly goofy idea I had at an ungodly hour of the night. Idk what this party is for but it's happening and you're participating. Not proofread. No beta we die like men.

~~~~~~

The ball was going off without a hitch, of course it was, you had planned it fu crowley. Food? check. Music? check. Dancing? uh sort of. Everything was set you could finally relax and enjoy the party. I mean, you didn't get all dressed up for nothing.

*brinnggggggggg*

Taking out your phone you saw Deuce's name roll across the screen.

"hey De-"

"Y/N YOU NEED TO COME QUICKLY ACE STOP MOVING ITS AN EMERGENCY GRIM NO THATS NOT HELPING RAMSHACKLE HURRY NOO-"

Well there goes your chance at enjoying the party. Seriously how hard is it to get one night's peace. Leaving the party you began to run. Whatever the problem was, it sounded quite serious. In your haste, you lost a shoe. Oh well, you can always go back and retrieve it later, your friends were more important right now.

Little did you know that a certain eel had noticed your quick exit. "Hmmm~ where's shrimpy going?" He folllowed behind noticing the shiny thing you had left in your wake. "OoOoOoOoOoO" aaaaaaand now he's running away. With your shoe.

He's a different breed of prince charming.

The next day the shoe is (obviously) not where you left it. Great. Just great. These were the shoes Crewel gave you. You scoured the area and asked around if anyone had seen it but nothing turned up. You decided to check with the information central of the school, the Mostro Lounge, more specifically it’s manager. (Azul is a gossip pls I will not back down on this)

Azul listened to your query intently but then chuckled. “That sounds more like an RSA problem… but if your issue is shoes, I’d ask our resident shoe expert, Floyd.” Oh dear why him. Your day was already bad enough.

*knock knock* “Floyddd it’s y/n can I come in?”

You’ve never seen a door open faster, and the speed you were pulled into a hug would give anyone whiplash. “SHRIMPYYYY~ You came to visit~” “Yeahmpf” you said muffled into his chest. He kept hugging. You had to hit his arm to let him know you were dying of suffocation. Maniacally giggling he let you go. “SooOoO~ Watcha need?” Regaining all breath you had just lost “well I’m looking for my shoe and I’ve been told you’re the expert” His eyes widened in excitement as he dragged you through the door of his room. “Would it happen to look something like this~” he gestured to shelves on his walls, on which there were shoes. (Yes he’s that guy) Right in the center was your fancy shoe. “Floyd….” “ Yes shrimpy?” He grinned “You TOOK my shoe!?” “uh huh!” “That’s… really weird.” You tried to reach on your tippy toes for the shoes on the high shelf but before you could grab them, Floyd wrapped his arms around you from behind and picked you up. “Nope! You’re not getting it back that easily~” “Floydddd” you whined not even trying to protest his grasp, you were literally off the ground. He flopped down onto his bed with you still locked into his embrace. “If you can escape my squeeze~ you can have the shoe.”

You should just accept your fate now.

~~~~~

Thank you for reading!

@eel-slime-supremacy for your Floyd brainrot

[distant-velleity]

Gift-Giving

Summary: Floyd gives Yu a gift. It does not go unnoticed. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: none! :) A/N: Merry early Christmas, everyone... I present to you the longest fic I've written in the past few months and it's self-shipping nonsense. And it doesn't even take place around Christmas...💀💀 Welp. No beta, we die like men. Enjoy!

—

Like all things do, it starts with Floyd approaching Yu right before class.

—It’s a relatively quiet, warm morning that day as Yu heads to the alchemy lab, his freshly-washed lab coat folded and draped over one arm. He’s yet to run into any brawling students or scratched egos, or any disruptiveness in general. It’s a wonderful balm on his drained mind, and there have been no interruptions to this lovely morning yet.

Keyword: yet.

Yu is just thinking, Wow, this is really nice, when an all-too familiar voice sings out to him:

“Li’l Kooooiii~”

He looks back over his shoulder to see none other than Floyd approaching. The merman has forgone wearing his blazer entirely (both since it’s warm and because, right, doesn’t his class have Alchemy first today?) and is down to just his vest and shirt. For some reason, his arms are folded behind his back. 

Yu squints at him suspiciously. “…Good morning, Floyd.”

“Mornin’,” Floyd replies happily, shoulders wiggling a little as his hands fidget behind him. “It’s nice and warm out today~ must be nice for all the little fishies.”

“Uh-huh. What do you have behind your back?” 

Floyd blinks, as if he wasn’t actually expecting Yu to cut straight to the chase. “Eh? Well… Nothing… What’s up with you?” He shifts his weight from one leg to another.

“That’s… not what I…” Yu trails off. Something feels really off. “…okay, then.”

He wonders what it could be. Is it Floyd’s outfit? No, that sort of unorthodox fashion is pretty much par for the course. His posture and body language? Well, he does seem a little more nervous… but that’s probably not it. Is it?

“…Hey, Li’l Koi,” says Floyd all of a sudden, shifting his weight again. It looks a little like he’s chewing the inside of his cheek.

Yu tilts his head. “Yeah?”

“Close your eyes for a sec.”

“Uh…” There’s about two seconds in which he internally debates with himself before replying with an “okay” and closing his eyes.

With the world absent for a moment and his other senses heightened, Yu hears Floyd approach and his clothes rustle as he moves his arms. There’s a faint jingle—jewelry?—and then a little pinch through the neglected pierced hole in his ear. An… an earring, maybe?

“Done?” Yu asks when he feels like enough time has passed.

Floyd hums his affirmation with no small amount of satisfaction, so Yu takes that as a good sign and opens his eyes. The eel mer is beaming down at him, reaching out to hold Yu’s hair where he put on the presumed earring. 

“Cool. Now, let’s get to class; I can’t be late as the TA, you know…” Yu frowns half-heartedly. “And there’s no need to play with my hair.”

It’s tempting to pout and complain more about it, since he was going to feel for himself what the thing was, but he supposes it’s not that big of a deal. It’s probably hidden by his hair, so no one will question it, hopefully. And then he can go back to his dorm later and check for himself in the mirror.

“Okay~” Floyd cheerfully replies, sounding even more bubbly and ecstatic than usual. He then proceeds to mess with Yu’s hair all the way to the lab, much to the TA’s exasperation. 

—

People do, in fact, end up noticing.

—

1-B is the class that follows 2-D that day. 

During a pause when the students have to wait for their potions to settle in the vials, Yu stands by Jack and Epel’s station. Between the two of them, their potion-making seems to be going along well and their sample is starting to resemble the textbook example, so he sees no harm in idly chatting with them.

That is, until—

“By the way…” Jack looks down at Yu. “Where’d that earring come from?”

“What earring?” It takes Yu an embarrassingly long few seconds to remember, and he reaches up to feel it. “Oh. Oh! Well—Floyd gave it to me this morning. I’d honestly forgotten I was wearing it, it feels so normal…”

Epel squints to notice it. “Wow, Jack, you noticed that? I can barely see it past his hair—...wait a minute.”

Jack seems to share the same sentiment as Epel, whatever it is, because his ears twitch straight upwards and he holds up a hand. “Back up for a second. Floyd gave it to you?”

“The temperamental, violent Floyd?” Epel adds.

Yu frowns a little. “Uhh… I don’t know any other guys named Floyd. And he was being super nice today, if a bit nervous. Is there something wrong with that?”

“Everything,” the two reply in unison without missing a beat.

“Aren’t you two prejudiced? It’s just an earring,” Yu says, crossing his arms. “I still don’t know why he just gave it to me all of a sudden, but I don’t think he’s the type to scheme for the long run, so it’s probably not anything meant to kill me or something.”

Epel furrows his brows. “Well—yeah…”

“Still, that’s kind of unexpected,” Jack remarks, ears relaxing somewhat. “Keep your guard up, okay? Since you don’t know what he intended with it.” When the other two give him a look, he huffs. “I’m just saying that so you don’t end up roped into a deal of some kind! It’s not like I’m that worried about you.”

Yu smirks, knowing better, but Crewel stands up and calls out instructions for the class to continue before he can respond properly.

—

“Thank you for letting me borrow the lab,” Chrysos says politely to Crewel as he walks in, shrugging on his lab coat. 

Crewel huffs in approval, looking pleased at the freshman’s punctuality and neatness. “Good, hardworking boys should be rewarded for their performance in class. Just make sure to start cleaning up ten minutes before your free period ends. Now, I have business to attend to—I’ll leave you in here with Yu, he’ll lock up when you’re done.” With a billowing flourish of his coat, he steps out.

Yu finally looks over from the ingredient shelves then, spotting Chrysos and waving to him. “Yo. What are you making?”

“Nothing much.” Chrysos makes a beeline for the higher-level ingredients, only sparing Yu a passing glance on his way by. “Azul gave me a recipe I wanted… to try…” He trails off all of a sudden and whips his head back around to look at Yu.

“Is something wrong?” Yu asks, because he doesn’t think he’s committed any serious offenses against Octavinelle recently. He’s pretty sure, at least.

Chrysos doesn’t say anything, just steps closer to the TA and narrows his eyes. He then moves to get a look at him from the side, which is when his expression morphs into one vaguely resembling horror. “Wait. Don’t tell me…”

“What is it?”

But he goes ignored. 

“No wonder his earring was missing a scale,” Chrysos mumbles to himself, almost completely inaudible. His usually flat tone is full of disbelief. “I didn’t think he’d ever settle down like that, but—or he could just be playing around—”

Yu waves a hand in his face. “Uh, Twisted Wonderland to Chrysos?”

“Ah—” Chrysos blinks, caught off-guard for once with his eyes wide, but quickly schools his expression back to its normal stoicness. “Forgive me. It’s just… that earring is new, isn’t it?”

“Oh, this?” Yu asks, reaching up to feel the dangling earring in question. “Yeah. Floyd gave it to me this morning.”

That must have been the wrong thing to say, because somehow Chrysos goes even paler than he already is. “I… see.” He steps back and returns to looking for ingredients, although there is an unmistakably conflicted aura about him.

Chrysos pointedly avoids making eye contact with Yu for the rest of the period.

—

After grabbing his lunch, Yu finds his usual table and sits down, ready to just eat up and not think for a while. The cafeteria is loud, as per usual, so he almost doesn’t notice his friends until they place down their trays and slide ungracefully into the seats across from him.

Deuce nods to him. “Hey.”

“What’s up, Yu?” Ace asks with his usual grin. 

Yu daps him up from across the table out of habit. “Not much,” he replies, opting to not talk about the sore subject for Ace that is Chrysos. “How did your classes go today, you two? No fights?”

“No fights,” Deuce confirms proudly. “It’s been a good day so far.”

Ace raises an eyebrow at him. “For you? Yeah, right. Anyway—” Before an argument can start, he narrows his eyes at Yu to change the subject. “I saw it on the way here, but is that an earring you’re wearing? The locket is one thing, y’know, but I didn’t take you as a jewelry kind of person.”

“You’d be surprised,” says Yu dryly. “And you’re the third person to ask me about this today, excluding Crewel giving me the bombastic side-eye. Seriously—” 

He’s cut off by Deuce leaning diagonally over the table to get a look. The card soldier purses his lips. “Hey, doesn’t that look kind of familiar to you? The design, I mean.”

“Yeah… Yeah, you’re right,” Ace realizes, “Where’ve I seen that before…?”

The two squint and observe Yu for a few moments, creating a very awkward bubble of silence. Yu is tempted to reach over and clap in their faces. Instead, he just tries to say, “Guys—”

“It’s part of Floyd’s earring, isn’t it?” There’s a pause as Ace brings a hand to his chin. “Or Jade’s…”

“Stop fucking interrupting me,” Yu demands, reaching over and flicking Ace on the forehead. It elicits a disproportionately loud yelp. “Yeah, Floyd gave it to me. Now that I think about it, it does feel like a scale… Anyway, as I’ve said, you’re the third person to ask me about it today, and more than the third person I’ve had to explain it to, so calm down. Please.”

“He actually gave you something?” Deuce asks like he didn’t hear that last part to calm down, eyes wide. “Do you know why? Or if it’s, uh, cursed or anything?”

“He could also be trying to take advantage of you by making you owe him,” is Ace’s contribution. “If I were you, I wouldn’t wear it.”

Yu rolls his eyes. “You guys are just repeating what Jack and Epel said. I’m sure it’s fine, he was kind of nervous when he gave it to me, so I’m gonna assume it’s nothing actually harmful. If that makes sense. And, nothing has happened so far, so I’m gonna keep wearing it.”

“Yu…” Deuce looks at him with obvious concern in his eyes. “Are you really, actually sure? If you get into any trouble, you know you can call on us, right?”

“Yeah, what he said. Unless we have to actually fight Floyd…”

“Guys, seriously, it’s fine.” Seeing their faces, though, Yu hesitates. “...Fine, I’ll keep it in mind. But I’m still not taking this earring off just because you think it’s cursed or something.”

Ace snorts and starts digging into his food. “Worth a shot. I’m gonna get to say the most satisfying ‘I told you so’ of my life soon.”

Yu flicks him again. “In your dreams.”

—

The subtropical zone of the botanical garden is always unpleasantly humid. Yu rolls up his sleeves as he walks, looking around for the plants Crewel told him to collect for the next day’s classes. 

It’s through pure luck alone that he manages to stop himself right before stepping on an unmistakable tail, spotting it stretched out onto the pathway from the grass. He stares down at it for a moment, two moments, and then looks over to where a nearby tree covers the grass in comfortable shade. And, of course, a certain someone is lounging in that very shade.

“Leona,” he mutters under his breath, carefully stepping over the lion’s tail. “Aren’t you supposed to be in class right now?”

The grass rustles beneath Leona as he sits up, grumbling to himself. “How’s that any of your business?”

“Because you’re here instead, leaving your tail on the path. Again.”

“You didn’t step on it, right?” Leona yawns, not even bothering to cover it with his hand. “I don’t see the problem then.”

Yu raises an eyebrow at him, before deciding that this is hardly worth his time. He turns away, about to go back to the task he came here to finish—

“Hold it. One of the eels gave you that earring, didn’t they?”

For fuck’s sake.

“No, I beat them up and took it by force,” is Yu’s sarcastic response. At Leona’s unimpressed look, he rolls his eyes. “Of course Floyd gave it to me.”

“And you’re not making a big deal of it?” Leona asks, something akin to amusement starting to seep into his voice.

Yu shakes his head. “Everyone else is. Am I supposed to?” 

There’s a long pause in which Leona stares at him, grass-green eyes and slit feline pupils observing him from the shade. If looks could kill… Well, Yu wouldn’t be dead yet, but he doesn’t quite like the pressure that comes with being watched by this guy.

“You really don’t know, huh,” Leona comments finally, lips curling up into a smug smirk. 

“No…?” Yu narrows his eyes at him. “Whatever happened to ‘minding one’s own business’?”

“Guess I won’t tell ya what it means, then. I’ll let that moody eel do it himself.”

“Wait—”

Leona lies back down, rolls over onto his side so his back is to Yu, and falls right back asleep. As if out of spite, he snores exceptionally loudly, like an unspoken middle finger. 

—

After school, Yu is working on his homework in a corner of the lab—Crewel always insists that even someone in his position, a non-student at a secondary school, shouldn’t forget to study too—when the door opens. Azul and Jade peek in.

“Professor Crewel?” Azul calls out.

“Oh—” Yu sets down his pencil and stands up. “He’s not here right now, he’s getting something. Do you need something? Though, I thought neither of you have him until tomorrow…”

The two Octavinelle students turn to look at him. 

As per usual, Yu and Azul lock eyes—however, rather than glance away as he normally does, Azul stares at the TA oddly for a few moments. Jade is equally silent, a hand brought up to his chin.

Yu tilts his head a bit. “Uh, guys…?”

Jade is the first to shake out of his stupor, mouth curling in a smile. “My apologies. It’s just, your earring…” He chuckles into his gloved hand, not mocking or pitying but a secret third thing.

Oh, right. Yu had almost forgotten about it once classes were dismissed and people stopped bothering him about it. Only for it to be noticed yet again, he thinks with no small amount of irritation and embarrassment. And by the two closest to Floyd, at that.

“It’s about time you two got on my case about it. So many people have asked me about it today,” Yu grumbles, sitting back down and self-consciously rubbing the singular scale attachment between his thumb and index finger. “Floyd gave it to me and didn’t elaborate.”

Azul, finally tethered to reality again, coughs into a fist. “Yes, well—that… was to be expected, he probably doesn’t feel like explaining himself yet. Though he meant no harm with that gift, I assure you.”

“Yes. Absolutely none at all,” Jade echoes, his smirk somehow growing. A little part of Yu dies inside when he notices the eel is totally getting a kick out of this situation. “In fact, I would argue it’s the complete opposite. You see, under the sea, we often give gifts to those whom we like—”

“That’s enough from you.” One of Azul’s hands not-so-subtly reaches up for Jade’s shoulder to steer him away while the other rubs at his temple. “Seriously, you and Floyd are both far too giddy about this… Anyway, thank you for your time, Yu,” he says, so politely it seems a little awkward. “If the professor isn’t here, I may as well ask him our question tomorrow. See you later.”

The two leave as abruptly as they popped in, Jade still chuckling when he walks out the door.

Just leaving me alone to process that? is all Yu can think, still reeling. Rude.

—

If any Octavinelle students have questions or concerns about the way that Yu storms into the Mostro Lounge, they know better than to voice them. Instead, they simply clear a path for him and go about their evening, quietly turning a blind eye to the way he marches right up to Floyd.

It’s answers he wants, and answers he intends to get. 

“About those earrings,” Yu begins, “what did you—”

“Li’l Koi, you’re wearing your dorm uniform again!” Floyd cheers, shoving his serving trays onto some poor fool and lifting Yu up into the air by the waist. The TA, in a panic, has to grab onto Floyd’s shoulders to stabilize himself. “It looks really good with the gift I gave you, doesn’t it~?” 

“Y—” There’s a moment where Yu almost tips over and he tenses up in a panic, noticing how far away he is from the ground, but he relaxes with the feeble hope that he won’t be suddenly dropped. “Yeah, I guess… The sturgeon scale does pair nicely with the patterns on my clothes… Ah, but that’s not the point.”

Floyd beams. “Uh-huh? Should I fight another merman and get you some different scales, then? Oh, but teeth would be way cooler…!”

“Uhh, not right now,” Yu answers, trying and failing to ignore the way Floyd lights up even more at not being straight-up rejected. “I, um, wanted to ask you about why you gave me the earring. It was a part of yours, right? One of the scales from when you got into that fight.”

“Yeah.” Tellingly, Floyd averts his gaze for just a moment too long. “It was ‘cause I wanted to. I just wanted to give something to ya.” The way he lamely finishes it suggests it’s definitely not the whole reason, and Floyd himself knows it.

“Yeah, but…” 

Yu’s mouth feels dry; he knows what he wants to ask, sort of, but can’t bring himself to say it. Even though it’s just them around. Something he heard a while back pops into his mind—eels are cowards—and it sure shows with the way Floyd decided to go about this. If he even meant it like that. 

It somehow feels like he’s the bigger coward, though—

Floyd gives Yu’s sides a gentle squeeze. “Stop thinking about it so hard,” he complains lightheartedly. “I’m gonna shower you with gifts, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Huh?” Heat floods Yu’s cheeks. “Wait, that won’t be necessary!”

“Too late! I’ve already made up my mind,” declares Floyd. “I wanna see you make more interesting faces like that, so be ready to accept a tooooon of gifts, ‘kay?”

“Oh—oh, okay,” Yu says quickly, as if speed will hide how flustered he is (it, in fact, does the exact opposite). Besides, receiving a lot of silly yet thoughtful gifts doesn’t exactly sound like a bad thing—

“Cool.” There’s an almost giddy energy to the way Floyd sets him down and then immediately takes his hand. Yu can actually feel him trembling a little from excitement. “I’ve got some stuff in my room I was saving up to give you, so let’s go.”

Yu blinks, and suddenly he’s being tugged along down the hall while trying to keep up with the pace of Floyd’s long legs. “Now? Wait, Floyd…!”

[mit0bee]

Twisted Wonderland boys sharing a tent with you! Pt.2

Stuff you should read: Romantic intent! I still have barely read each event soooooooooo yeah, floyd favouritism because i had so many ideas for his part Characters: Sebek Zigvolt, Jack Howl, Floyd Leech Pronouns used: You/Your/Yours, They/Them/Theirs (used once in Jack's part) (again count how many time melora uses campfire or exhaustion challenge go!)

SEBEK ZIGVOLT

You and Sebek were sat outside by the Equestrian Club's campfire. Riddle had dragged Silver to bed just thirty minutes ago, and you were starting to feel the effects of an all-nighter, too. “Human. You can go to bed, I'll watch the fire.” Although his tone was stern, you could see past it, and hear the true worry for you he had laced into his voice. You shook your head. “No, I'll be okay. I'm barely even tired. And anyway, who'll keep you company, if I go now?” He looked at you, scowling. “I was trained by Master Lilia from a young age. I can handle such trivial matters on my own! If I couldn't, how would I be a fit knight for the Young Master?!” He puffed out his chest slightly, earning an amused, yet tired chuckle from you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, causing Sebek to stiffen up ever so slightly, “I'll just take a quick nap right here, okay?” You closed your eyes, feeling the drowsiness slowly wash over you. He turned his head to face you. His face was bright red, and he was stumbling over his words, “Wuh-?! Human!” “Shhhhh. I can't hear you, I'm in dreamland.” “Then how did you respond to me?!” You smiled softly, “I hear nothing. Goodnight, Sebek.” He rolled his eyes, his body relaxing. “.........Fine. Goodnight, [Name]. As Master Lilia says, 'sweet dreams'.”

JACK HOWL

You stood next to Jack, while he discussed campfire rotation with the rest of the Track Club members. You were too tired to participate in the conversation, so much so, that you'd take any rotation they'd give you, as long as you could get some shut-eye before you did. “Jack. Why don't you and [Name] go rest first? I'll watch over the fire, and wake you up when it's your turn.” Deuce looked at you like you were dying. I mean, you probably looked like you were. You felt heavy, and every step you took was excruciatingly long. Jack nodded, noticing the same thing, “Mhm. We'll get some shut-eye, but make sure you wake us up. I don't wanna get chewed out for slacking off.” He waved goodbye to his clubmates. “Mn. Jack, you didn't have to do that for me. I could've stayed awake – Ah!” You were cut off by a sudden feeling of weightlessness when Jack took you in his arms bridal style, walking towards your tent. “Don't start. You're exhausted, I've been watching you work very hard. You deserve to take a break.” He brushed open the entrance to your tent, and put you down gently. “Haha…” You sighed, “You're so thoughtful, Jack. I love you.” He laid next to you, smiling slightly, “I love you too. Now, go to sleep.” He wrapped his arms around you comfortingly, and you could feel his body pressed up against your back. He was warm, soothingly so. ------------ “Jack. [Name]. It's time to wake up.” Jack looked over at Deuce, who was stood at the entrance to the tent. He silently detached himself from you, shushing Deuce, “Let [Name] sleep. They've worked enough for one day.”

FLOYD LEECH

After deciding you and Floyd would take first campfire duty, everyone else went to bed. Saying goodnight to Jamil, you sat next to the fire while Floyd poked it with a stick. “What're you doing?” You raised an eyebrow, grinning slightly. It was amusing to watch your boyfriend express so much interest in fire, especially due to his aquatic nature. He kept poking the fire, watching embers flake off with small giggles, “I'm tending to the fire, obviously! Jamil told us to watch it, and make sure it doesn't go out, so that's what I'm doing.” You yawned softly, “Oh. Just don't get burnt, okay? I didn't pack any burn salves, and Jamil would probably get super pissed if you got burnt on the first night.” He rolled his eyes, “Pshhhh. As if I'll get burnt from such a small fire.” He leaned towards the fire, “Hey, wait. This fire is kinda small, right? Shouldn't we add more firewood?” He stood up, walking towards the pile of firewood the Basketball Club had collected a surplus of, “We should make it-” He took an armful of firewood, “-A little bigger!” “Floyd, no. Don't. Floyd!!” ...He dumped the armful onto the fire. Immediately, the flames absorbed the wood, causing them to rage even more. “Haha! See? This is so much more fun!” He crouched back down, staring at the fire again. From where you were sitting, you could barely see him through the flames. A few seconds later, you heard a light tinkling sound from a few feet away, and when you whipped your head to see what it was, you saw a group of enraged fairies floating angrily towards you and Floyd. “Oh, Oops. Forgot about the fairies.” Floyd shrugged nonchalantly. “You forgot about the aggressive fairies that would attack at even the mention of flames?!” You instinctively reached for your pen, but then remembered that it had been confiscated for the trip, “Floyd! We can't use our magic!” You pinched the bridge of your nose. You knew you weren't in any real danger, but you'd rather not get a bunch of splinters and a stomped out fire from these little wood fairies. When you turned back to Floyd, you saw him wrapping some plant fibers and dried leaves that Jamil and Ace had collected around the end of a piece of wood. “When in doubt, set it on fire!” He finished wrapping the ball of flora around the stick, and held it to the flame, making an impromptu torch. He tossed that one to you, and made another one using the leftover materials. “Just swing and pray!” He laughed, charging the fairies with his torch. “Floyd-! Careful for the tents!” --------- You sat on the ground with Floyd, prostrating yourself in front of Jamil. “What do you two have to say for yourselves? You just single-handedly set every single tent for the Basketball Club on fire. Even a few from the Track Club and Equestrian Club are half burnt.” Jamil had one hand on his hip, another rubbing his temple, “Now we all have to sleep outside, with no protection from the wind or rain.” You and Floyd looked at each other, smiling. You both spoke at the same time. “But it was fun.” “But it was fun!” “Did you two learn nothing?!” You both snickered. Sure, you'd have to deal with an aggravated Jamil for the rest of your lives, if he even lets you live, but at least you fended such a defenseless civilization from the evil, evil, fairies. You'd have war stories to tell for the rest of your short lives. “Floyd, [Name]! What happened here?!” Oops. If Jamil didn't kill you, Vargas probably would.

--- FIN --- m.list PART TWO IS DONEEEEEEEEEE!!!! ILL DEFINITELY MAKE A PART THREE AND HOWEVER MANY ELSE TO FINISH THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS TOO! I had major floyd favouritism, but i had soooo many ideas on how his part could go, whether you set all the tents on fire, or if you two just take a peaceful nap, letting the fire sizzle out but either way i wanted to make it as fun as possible! @mit0ee 's work, please do not steal!

[bobby-r2d2-floyd]

The Nanny part 2

note: here's part two to the nanny! i'm hopefully going to try and start to get longer pieces out soon, i'm still trying to get back into the swing of writing fics again.

warnings: mentioned of parental death

trigger warning: one sentence in the fourth paragraph that talks about school shooting, but no violence actually occurs.

word count: 1.6k (sorry it's short, between yesterday and today i've had a headache that wouldn't go away :( )

no beta again, we die like men

inspired by: @roosterforme

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You just moved to California, wanting a change from the cold Vermont air and where better to stay than with your aunt, Penny Benjamin. Penny was your mom’s sister, an unfortunate accident in 1999 took your mother and your father, you were 10 years old. Penny was more than willing to take in her only niece, even if it meant having you relocate to Virginia with her. 

Years had passed and Penny had done all but adopt you, she called you her daughter when people asked, made all your appointments for you until you were old enough to make your own, she helped you with boys, and then girls, when you came out to her. She held you while you cried over your first real heartbreak, she taught you all about your period and safe sex. She made you feel comfortable, like you could go to her with any problem that you had, and she would fix it for you.

Maybe it also helped that your grandfather was an admiral in the United States Navy, but that’s beside the point, Penny Benjamin took care of you when you had no one once, and she was more than happy to do it again. 

Being a teacher, especially in today’s world, is hard. You had to worry about whether or not your school was going to fall victim to the next mass shooting, if you could keep your kids safe in an environment where the legislators didn’t care. It was a hard choice to make, leaving the school system, because you knew that they were already understaffed, and that there were no qualified substitute teachers available to take over your position… but between the abuse from your principal, the students, and the entitled parents? You were done.

You at least waited until the end of the school year before packing it all up and moving west. It was a sad goodbye with all the students you had loved but for your sanity, it was what you needed to do.

Penny had an open bedroom, and Amelia was thrilled to be living with you again, mainly so you can help her on her homework, and of course you were happy to see Penny and Pete back together. You always loved having him around when you were a kid, and it really did feel like your relationship with him never waivered, even though you only texted each other for holidays and birthdays after the last time he and Penny “broke up”. 

You were laying on the couch scrolling through your phone, not paying attention to whatever it was Amelia had put on the tv when Penny walked in after her short shift at the bar; it was a slow weekend and Jimmy had it plenty under control.

“Hey, so I might have told one of the guys Pete works with that you’d be willing to nanny for him.” Penny says as soon as she walks in.

“Are you talking to me?” Amelia asks, not looking away from the tv and Penny laughs.

“No, your sister.” 

That catches your attention and you groan.

“I don’t want to nanny some old admiral’s bratty kids.” you say as you sit up and Penny sits next to you.

“He isn’t an old admiral with bratty kids, he’s 35, the same age as Bradley, and he literally just had an infant dropped off on his front porch today.” she tells you and you look over at her. “He needs a lot of help, and you would be perfect for the job. Aside from working at the bar you’re never doing anything.” she shrugs and steals some of the popcorn that was on the table and you look at her with your mouth open.

“Okay, first off. Rude. Secondly, I do plenty of stuff!”

“Oh yeah? Like what?”

“Uh, I help Amelia with her homework.”

“And you can help her while also helping Jake out with his daughter.” Penny says and you sigh.

“Fine.” you grumble and head into the kitchen, “do you eat yet, Pen?”

“Yeah, Pete brought me food to the bar.”

“Don’t you… serve food at the bar too?” 

“Not sushi.” 

You spend the next three weeks waiting to meet this Jake guy. Sure you knew of him, but you didn’t want to be persuaded by the ‘Hangman’ persona that he had before becoming a dad. Sure people don’t just change overnight, so you’re sure he still has quite the mouth and attitude, especially if this baby is keeping him up at night. 

You opened the bar early and the members of the Dagger Squad slowly filtered in. Bob was sitting at the bar with you while you were getting bottles ready, he was telling you a story from when he was a kid on his family’s farm and he was chasing down pigs and slipped and fell in the mud when the bell above the door rang. 

Looking over, you see a man you don’t recognize carrying a little baby in the cutest little dress you’ve ever seen, a diaper bag slung over his other shoulder. You shoot him a smile as he walks up to the bar.

“Hi! I’m Y/N Benjamin, but you can call me Saturn.” you say as you wipe a rag over the bar top, cleaning up some of the iced tea that Bob spilled. “You must be Jake?” 

This new man smiles at you and nods, “Yes ma’am.” he says, setting the diaper bag on a barstool. 

You watch his muscles flex as he shifts his daughter from one side to the other to give his arm a break and he catches you staring at her. “This is Avery.” he turns so you can see the little girl’s face and you let out a gentle little coo.

“Oh look at you! Aren’t you just the cutest little girl.” you say, talking in a voice that has her laughing and reaching out for you. You take her from Jake without even hesitating and she plays with the fingerprint pendants of your parents that you have hanging around your neck. 

Since the bar is still technically closed for another hour and a half, you make your way out from behind the bar and take a seat on the stool next to Bob who smiles at the little girl, pulling away as she tries to reach for his glasses but isn’t quick enough as she rubs her chubby fingers over his lenses. 

You and Jake just laugh at her antics and at poor Bob who is left with baby drool covered glasses for the time being, but even he can’t stay mad at little Avery. She looks up at you, blue-green eyes bright as she smiles her little gummy smile and laughs along with the two of you. 

Jake can’t believe how comfortable Avery already is with you, it took days for her to warm up to anyone aside from Penny; she still doesn’t like Rooster but Jake believes it's a hundred percent because of his mustache. Normally he’s nervous when she’s around strangers of any kind, even her own doctor when she first saw the woman, but with you he’s oddly… comfortable. 

Begrudgingly you hand Avery back to Jake, you have to open the bar in 20 minutes and you’re already way behind but thankfully Bradley volunteers to help you get ready. You’re standing next to him slicing limes as he cuts up some oranges.

“You know, she’s never taken to someone that fast before.” he says, making sure the slices are relatively uniform.

“It’s because I’m a woman.” you tease and he rolls his eyes.

“No, seriously. Penny was a given because she’s just the best, but Phoenix? Bob? She only just started to get along with them, and those two are the best people in this entire squad. It even took her a bit to warm up to Hangman and he’s her dad.” Rooster says, stealing an orange slice that he cut too thin before taking a beer from the fridge under the counter and walking away.” 

“You have to pay for that!” 

“Put it on my tab, Rings!” he calls out, throwing a wink over his shoulder and you roll your eyes, opening a tab for him before going over to the window and flipping the ‘open’ sign on.

You’re about halfway through your shift when Jake walks up to you, Avery sleeping against him despite the volume of the bar. 

“Hey, headed home?” you ask, taking the top off of a few beers before handing them to the patron that was waiting. 

“Yeah, figured she would prefer to sleep in her bed tonight than on the pool table.” he jokes and you give a gentle laugh.

“Yeah, probably.”

“I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out this weekend? Talk about what Pen offered? If-if you still think you can help me out?” he chews his lip a little, nervous for you to say you’re not interested.

“Yeah! Definitely, uh… here,” you grab a napkin and write your number down with a little cartoon drawing of a circle with a ring around it, how you always signed your nickname. “I’m off on Saturday and Penny isn’t opening on Sunday since it’s going to be such a hot night, she wants us to be off so I’ll be free whenever on both days.” you tell him and he tucks the napkin in his pocket with his phone.

“I’ll text you on Saturday? I can pick you up? Or I mean-” you cut him off with a laugh.

“You can pick me up, I assume you know where Penny lives?” he nods and smiles.

“Yeah, yeah I do.”

“Great, see you on Saturday, Dad-man.” you give him a wink before turning away to go help Jimmy out with the patrons that have gathered around the bar. Jake laughs and turns around to head out, Dad-man?

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New chapter of my fic up now!

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/53961181"><strong>I’m Blue!</strong></a> (6227 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/oakley_the_tree"><strong>oakley_the_tree</strong></a><br />Chapters: 5/?<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Trolls%20(DreamWorks%20Movies)">Trolls (DreamWorks Movies)</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Branch & Bruce & Clay & Floyd & John Dory & Poppy (Trolls), Branch & Bruce & Clay & Floyd & John Dory (Trolls), Brandy/Bruce (Trolls), Delta Dawn/John Dory (Trolls), Branch/Hickory/Poppy (Trolls)<br />Characters: Branch (Trolls), Poppy (Trolls), The Snack Pack (Trolls), Kismet (Trolls), Creek (Trolls), Queen Barb (Trolls), Delta Dawn (Trolls), Prince D (Trolls), King Quincy (Trolls), Queen Essence (Trolls), King Peppy (Trolls), King Thrash (Trolls), John Dory (Trolls), Bruce (Trolls), Brandy (Trolls), Bridget (Trolls), King Gristle Jr. (Trolls), Chef (Trolls), Brandy and Bruce's Children (Trolls), Clay (Trolls), Viva (Trolls), Floyd (Trolls), Velvet (Trolls), Veneer (Trolls), Chaz (Trolls), Tresillo (Trolls), Marimba (Trolls), The K-Pop Gang (Trolls), Hickory (Trolls), Dickory (Trolls), Tambora (Trolls), Val Thundershock, Holly Darlin' (Trolls), Original Troll Character(s) (Trolls DreamWorks Movies), Cloud Guy (Trolls)<br />Additional Tags: These characters are so out of order I’m sorry, Fluff, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Branch isn’t grey yippee!!, Grandma Rosiepuff didn’t die, BroZone is part Rock, They’re also Latino, Its canon in my eyes, Trolls Have Tails (Trolls DreamWorks Movies), Creek is still a traitor ewww, Branch has some trauma from almost getting killed by a Bergern, he’s fine tho da, I cannot spell 😭😭😭, No beta read we die like Grandma Rosiepuff, Branch is an architect!, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Nonbinary Clay (Trolls), JD and Delta have a kid, His name is Timber, He’ll show up dw, Bruce’s kids are a bit different, they’re named after cocktails, I changed the ship to Brickoppy cause their silly, THAT AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM IN THIS AU, THEYRE SO CUTE GUYS TRUST, CANT WAIT TO START WRITING ABOUT THEM, Okay I’ll stop rambling, I need to lock in, Genderfluid Branch (Trolls)<br />Series: Part 1 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/4118653">Trolls Aus</a><br />Summary: <p>An alternate universe where Grandma didn’t die and Branch is happy and has his color’s called Blue Branch Au!</p><p>Will follow the course of all three movies + the holiday specials</p><p>Title from “Blue (Da Ba Dee)” by Eiffel 65 and Gabry Ponte</p><p> </p><p>Trolls 1: Chapter 1-?</p>

[thehollowwriter]

@asterpop here's Floyd's part of your request ehehe

Again no beta we die like Riddle's patience

I'm a little unsure of how good this one is, but hopefully it delivers!

Warnings: Angst? Yeah that's kinda it tbh but it ends fluffily

(Pls reblog and leave a comment ❤)

One Pink Petal And One Grey Cloud

▪Floyd Leech was very very attached to his red string

▪It was the only thing keeping him sane

▪"Floyd is a very special child"

▪Floyd heard that statement very often, wether it was from his teachers, his extended family or even his own parents

▪It was always said in this nervous (or embarrassed) and apologetic tone, usually after he had caused trouble

▪He didn't know why, but whenever he heard those six words leave someone's mouth, it filled him with an unbridled rage

▪They never said such things when Jade made trouble!

▪It was only around middle school when he realised exactly what that meant

▪He wasn't... normal

▪Something was wrong, he had some kind of unwanted trait that people tried to sweep under the rug

▪That being his fickle moods and how he gravitated to violence so easily

▪"Special" was the nice way of putting it

▪It only became clearer the more he was compared to Jade

▪"He's so smart, but hardly puts effort into anything. Why can't he be more like his brother?"

▪Floyd hated hearing that

▪His parents loved him and at the very least didn't compare their twins, but they where blind to how much he despised being the family's "special child"

▪So while he promptly refused to fall in line, he became fixated on his string

▪If whoever was on the other end was destined to be with him, then that meant they would be someone he would like , right? Someone like Jade or Azul!

▪He loved the magical red string that was tied to his pinky. It made him feel all giddy inside

▪He would spend countless nights talking to his string (and sometimes biting it) while rambling about all the characteristics he knew his soulmate would have

▪They would be so cool and strong and powerful and interesting!

▪The most interesting person in the world!

▪He knew what colours you'd like, what foods you'd love, what hobbies you'd have, and they were all awesome

▪Floyd's expectations and fantasies about them grew more unusual and elaborate over time

▪Neither Azul nor Jade were sure of what to tell him when they realised he was getting a little delusional

▪Any attempts to get him to realise he was making up his soulmate's entire being before even meeting them fell on deaf ears

▪Floyd was head over tailfin for the soulmate he had created in his mind

▪So when his string had tightened exponentially and he had realised you were nearby, his heart was practically bursting with excitement

Floyd felt like his heart was going explode out of his chest he was so excited. He was taking leaps and bounds as he followed his string all the way down the hallways of the school and into the mirror chamber. It was leading him to you. He was finally going to meet you!

There were you were, looking around in slight confusion as you tried to follow the length of your string . Oh he loved you already. It was you you you you-

You were boring.

It became as clear as day after a mere hour or so with you. You were not what Floyd had expected. You were not what Floyd had wanted.

You were so... so normal.

So similar to other students. So ordinary.

You were boring.

Floyd didn't like you. Not at all. You were the biggest disappointment of his life.

His mood instantly plummeted, and he left you in the mirror chamber confused and alone.

The disappointment left him crushed. He was pissed off at you as well broken at the same time for not being what he wanted.

The following days, he was a nightmare to be around. Aggressive ane angry and stuck in an ever deepening pit of unhappiness.

Until one day Floyd came to a spontaneous realisation (with a lot little hinting from Jade and Azul) that it was stupid for him to be this upset over someone he had deemed boring.

Which meant, technically, that you were not in fact boring, since you had gotten him to react like this.

It was very loose logic, but it seemed to get him to regain his interest in you. At least for now.

With this new enlightenment, Floyd decided that he was going to talk to and befriend you to see wether you were truly boring or not.

When he came to you, you displayed expected apprehension (since he did insult you and break your heart), he simply told you that your disastrous first encounter was because he found you boring, but was willing to be friends to see if he could find anything, anything about you that was interesting.

Surprisingly, you hesitantly agreed, saying that you were still soulmates and it was better than nothing.

Good. He could begin his "study" of you.

For a few days, Floyd didn't see anything special. You were pretty average. Not very interesting. Same conclusion as before.

But as time went by, he got a little more focused and began to notice the little things about you that were starting to draw him in.

Okay so maybe your little quirks were kinda cute. But that didn't prove anything yet!

Just a little longer, and he'd see what he truly thought of you.

***

Two months.

It had been two months since Floyd had begun your "friendship".

In those two months, you had shattered Floyd's previous vision of what he wanted you to be, and proceeded to make him absolutely smitten with this you.

Floyd loved everything about you. Your face, your eyes, your smile, your reactions, your habits, your everything. Just... just you.

It was impressive, to be honest.

So now all Floyd had to was take you on a date. He just needed a good place.

He spent almost a week trying to decide where to go, until the answer became glaringly obvious.

The sea! He could take you to the sea! Well, the beach on Sage Island since he couldn't leave for home yet, but it was good enough!

The moment Floyd made up his mind, he was rushing out his dorm to find you. There was no time for flowers or fancy words, you were going now.

You had been confused but not surpised when Floyd appeared at your door and told you to get changed, you were going to the beach!

You barely had time to put on something beach-worthy before he was pulling you outside to the dark mirror and calling out for the coastal town of Sage Island. How he got permission from the headmaster to go to the beach, you didn't want to know.

The moment you arrived, it was all fun and games. Floyd had shifted to his mer form and was swimming alongside you in the shallow waters.

He chased you around quite a lot but he was... more gentle with you than he was when chasing others. He liked you, he didn't want to hurt you.

You both really had a good time, and it was around sunset when Floyd pulled you to sit down on the sand in front of him.

He rested on his folded arms and stared into your eyes, his tail flicking out behind him.

"Shrimpy- No... s/o... here." Your eyes widened in surprise at the use of your name, and then widened further when you were presented with a large, utterly gorgeous shell. "Eh?"

"It's a Miyoko Murex." Said Floyd, smiling at you. "Super pretty- like you- and reaaally rare." "P-Pretty? What-"

Floyd grasped your hand in his own, intertwining his webbed fingers with yours. There was a light flush on his cheeks.

"Listen, I don't usually plan stuff- I just do it. But you're worth the effort, I think. S/o you're... you're my soulmate, but I thought you were beyond boring at first. Turns out I was wrong. You're real interestin'. I want you to be mine."

It was blunt and to the point, a very Floyd confession.

"Woah... You... You love..me..?" Floyd shrugged his shoulders. "Well yeah that's basically what I just said. I wouldn't give you that shell if I didn't."

A smile brighter than the sun crossed onto your face and you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Oh-! Oh you love me too! This is amazing- I'm so happy you you..."

You trailed off and frowned at the shell in your hand. "But... What if you get bored of me..? I'm glad you love me, but I know you find some things I like boring. I'm really average, and you're so amazing and smart and fast paced... what if you get tired of me-" You were interrupted Floyd grabbing your face and gazing silently at you before capturimg your capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

He giggled at your surpised expression and soon is it had begun, it was over. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. There was a gentleness and love in his eyes that you had never seen before.

"I will never get bored of you."

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A/N: Hahahahaathis is what I've been doing instead of working on projects-

@honey-milk-depresso @crudciferx @plutos-hell I tried this man is hard to write jdkdj