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elaemae · 2 months

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The premium version of human is here to wreak house, mfs.

[Twst x Obey Me!AFAB!reader]

CHP. 6

PREVIOUS CHAPTER: PROLOGUE 5

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CW: ANYTIME that MC is referred with male address or pronouns it's going to be color blue. There's also a shit-ton of cursing here.

You can feel your blood pressure ascending into the Celestial Realm (faster than a newly deceased good person) as this Azul Asheng-something mf drags you into his oh-so-fancy "Monstro Lounge" while you're just peacefully trying to fuck off from his dorm.

You were unfortunately curious enough to go poke your head into the mirrors leading to the dorms to see what they've got and use it as inspiration, but then this greasy-ass bitch sadly spotted you and literally hounded you to go in.

You would've socked him in the face for a second time but it turns out that he's a pretty important figure in this school.

You don't really wanna get in trouble for doing that.

(You may be able to do it to Crowley but you don't know if this attempted-bangle-thief has influential parents or something.. Crowley meanwhile, acts pretty parent-less for you.)

You are keeping an eye on him though.

If he tries any bullshit then he's getting his ass kicked.

Social hierarchy be damned.

You didn't rein in 10 demons, 3 angels, The greatest sorcerer in all of humanity and The literal fuckin grim reaper, (who're all constantly dragging you onto bullshit as either an accomplice or the baby-sitter) just for some dude in an Emo-friendly-cut-my-life-into-pieces college to best you.

• • • •

Jade did a double-take.

"..."

He blinked.

Azul is sending him SOS signals by blinking morse code at him.

Jade rubbed his eyes for a few seconds.

"..."

Nope, still the same.

Azul: *Blinking for help intensifies*

...Pft–

He bit his lip to stop his laughter from escaping.

Who would've thought that he'll see a day where his precious housewarden is having his face passive-aggresively squished and kneaded by a new student? And also, probably getting himself threatened based on the eerie smile on the students' face.

Azul should be grateful that floyd isn't here, lest he'll have two people on his hands that are more than happy to squish him around. He should be grateful there isn't anyone else around, really.. Lest the reputation he took so long to build crumbles.

Oh he can just imagine it at the top of his head.. The poor octo-mer will probably combust from embarrassment and maybe even go find himself an octo-pot that he can shimmy himself into.. oh how he misses those days...

(Elae: I'm just imagining baby Azul shimmying into a lil pot.. Ugh, so adorable I'm getting cute aggression.)

He does eventually step in to stop the student from treating Azul's face like a squishy piece of dough He took a couple of pictures ofc. he ain't an amateur, but not before almost getting his own face fall victim to the new students' hands.

• • • •

"You try this shit again and see what happens." You smiled at him as you squished his face.

He's still holding onto your wrists but he seems to have given up from escaping your passive-aggresive face massage. Instead, he seems to have settled in blinking so fast he can almost fly with his eyelashes.

This bitch really had the audacity to try and get you to sell your jewelry to him in exchange for a room in his frankly unimpressive dorm. (You have more than a dozen rich and powerful simps. A dorm in a college ain't gonna be enough to impress you anymore.)

"— I know that you must not have any money to pay but maybe we can compromise, it's gonna be hard for you and your friend (Yuu) to keep staying in the infirmary after all.."

"We can manage—"

"And my benevolence will not allow me to let some poor unfortunate souls be without accommodations... So what if, for a week of stay each, you give me your jewelry in retur—"

You got so pissed at the audacity that you almost strangled him but changed your tactic into a hateful squeezing the last second. (You can't be reported for physically violent behavior rn.)

He speaks as if the entirety of this college and its dorms can actually be worth even a single piece of the ring in your left hand.

But seriously? 15,000 madols (that's the price Azul told you) for one night of stay?? If you're gonna be paying that much money for a single room, then that room better solve all your problems, fulfill your greatest ambitions and then suck your imaginary dick afterwards.

Your annoyed musings were cut off when a hand tries to remove your grip from Azul's face.

You absent-mindedly reach your other hand, trying to deliver another kneading to a new victim.

• • • • •

Azul covers his face with his hand, embarrassed of how the situation played out.

It doesn't help that Floyd is cackling like a deranged maniac at him right now.

Thank goodness they're in his office.

"Can you stOp?!"

Poor bbg was so embarrassed his voice cracked :<

Hmph.

Jokes on you, even if he got embarrassed today he still got closer to your jewelry.

And now, he can 100% confirm that those ornaments aren't just for decorations.

The strong magic from your rings that were pressed against his face confirmed it.

Those things are definitely custom-made magical artifacts of the highest caliber.

Now.. How to get them...

• • • • •

You stopped walking, feeling someone's gaze on you.

Looking around discreetly, you didn't see anyone but you can still feel the eyes on your form.

Yeah no.

You continue on, ignoring the feeling of being watched, but not going to dark places or spots where you'll be all alone.

Time to check in on Yuu and their unwilling gang of window cleaners.

See if they're done already.

The sun is starting to go down, after all.

• • • • •

Mc... We're going to come find you.

Don't worry..

Please stay safe..

Please don't forget that we love you more than anything else in existence..

0u® |!gHt įN tH€ d@RkN€§$

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Oh welp, ain't nothing I can do about it now..

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foxglovepng · 2 months

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Hello! I don’t know if you write this kind of thing, but could I have a silly little crack fic about Grim sabotaging different boys’ attempts at flirting with the prefect? Little guy has gotta look out for his henchhuman, y’know?

Characters: Ace, Cater, Floyd, Rook.

CW: Ace's part mentions his ex, Bit of blood in Floyd's part, Cater's is kind of sad, Rook is Rook.

A/N: Hello Anon! I hope this is to your liking. I made Ace's part kind of long and since you didn't specify which characters I just let the wheel picker decide. I feel I may have written Grim a little OOC so apolgies for that I don't normally write for him, but I do love a challenge.

If you liked it reblogs and likes are always greatly appreciated!!

Not proofread

Ace- He nitpicks at his attempts/ruins them

After the events of Riddle, Leona’s, Azul’s, and the Jamil overblot he wasn’t present for. Ace had started taking a liking to prefect they were close after spending so much time together and he liked Yuu however a certain cat had other plans. Ace was always worried that he wouldn’t date anyone especially after what happened with his ex-girlfriend he was worried he wouldn’t be able to date the prefect, so subtle hints of flirting he gave to the prefect. However Grim started taking a notice to Ace’s behavior towards his henchman and didn’t really like that. The next time Ace would try anything Grim would try and stop it.

“Henchman, can you get me some more Tuna?” Grim asked

“Grim I just got you some Tuna we barely have the expenses to get you more. I still need to eat as well.” Yuu spoke as Grim sighed, mumbling something.

“Yo prefect.” Ace’s voice was heard as the Prefect turned to look at the red head who was jogging over.

“Hey Ace. What did you get on the test yesterday?” Yuu asked

“I got a 100%.” He crossed his arms proudly

“In your dreams you did.” Grim spoke

“What! No, I totally got an A.” Ace defended himself

“It was an easy test so I would hope you get an A.” Yuu spoke giggling a bit.

“Anyways. Prefect you wanna grab some lunch? I’ll pay.” Ace offered flashing a cheeky smile.

“Yeah I.” Prefect was cut off by Grim, “Actually we were going to the library to study.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to have some lunch Grim.” Yuu spoke

“Yeah I can totally help you guys study as well.” Ace spoke

Grim gave up as Yuu started walking with Ace to the cafeteria. Grim was obviously annoyed. He needs his Henchmen to not dally off with boys that will distract them from him becoming a great mage.

“You had a basketball game recently, right? You were pretty amazing.” Yuu spoke to Ace

“I have to do well, so I won’t be benched. You should come to my games more often. It would help if you were cheering me on.” Ace nudged Yuu

“If you want a personal cheerleader you could just hire one y’know.” Grim crossed his arms

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Ace rubbed the back of his neck

“I don’t mind going to your games, in fact I really like seeing you do something you’re passionate about.” Yuu spoke which made Ace turn red a bit.

“Can we go back to studying? You two are getting off track.” Grim spat

“Jeez Grim, it was just some small conversation.” Ace spoke

It went silent as the air felt heavy. The only sounds of pencil writing and pages of textbooks flipping. Eventually it was almost time to go to class.

“We should probably get to leaving class is going to start soon.” Yuu spoke

“Yeah. I’ll meet you at class.” Ace spoke feeling defeated by Grim’s tactics who felt quite proud of himself. Maybe Ace will have another chance to tell Yuu how he feels.

Cater- Ruins photos/Justs gets in the way

Cater enjoyed hanging out with Yuu a lot and he always tried to find a way to hang out with Yuu. Taking photos while hanging out to save for memories incase Yuu ever decides to leave this world he has something to remember Yuu. Whenever Yuu needed help or needed something he was always offering just to spend time with Yuu. However as of recently due to Halloween being at the end of the month and midterms coming up Yuu hasn’t had a lot of time to spend with Cater not to mention Grim is also finding a way to try and keep Yuu busy. Grim didn’t want his Henchman to get distracted by one of the coolest and chillest third years. Cater started picking up on Grim’s behavior but just pushed it off as he just wanted the both of them to work hard so they don't get expelled.

“Hey Yuu.” Cater walked up to the Prefect.

“Hey Cay. Sorry we haven’t been hanging out a lot, just been so busy.” Yuu spoke

“It’s no biggie. We can find a way to hang out soon.” He spoke

“Do you have any unbirthday parties coming up soon? Maybe I can attend.” Yuu spoke

“We do actually I was going to see if you can come anyways. It’s on Friday at the usual time.” Cater spoke

“Yeah I’d love to come.” Yuu spoke

“Henchman.” Grim’s yell was heard as he came running up to the prefect. Jumping on them, climbing on them to their shoulder.

“Hey Grimmy.” Cater greeted Grim.

“Can we go to Sam’s please?” Grim begged, ignoring Cater.

“You aren’t going to get 20 cans of Tuna are you?” Yuu asked

“Please.” Grim started begging gripping Yuu’s shoulder.

“Okay we can go. I’ll see you later Cater.” Yuu spoke as Cater waved and they both left.

Cater felt sad. He wanted to hang out with his favorite freshman, but of course they got caught up with something. Cater would also feel upset seeing the message Yuu sent the very next day saying they can’t make it to the birthday party another hangout ruined.

Floyd- He ruins any food/gets defensive whenever Floyd gets too close

Floyd liked his shrimpy, he loved the way Shrimpy hung out with him, he loved the way he got to squeeze his shrimpy. However Floyd’s been noticing the baby seal has been passive aggressive to him recently. He’s also been noticing food he makes for Shrimpy also gets ruined. Floyd has done many checks no one in the kitchen is messing with prefects food, and it’s certainly not Jade or Azul doing it. Azul started complaining Floyd is spending resources on food that doesn’t get paid or eaten so eventually he had to stop the free food for his shrimpy. Jade has pointed out it could be the doing of Grim, but Floyd isn’t hoping Grim would go that far. Would he?

Prefect decided to pay a visit to the Octavinelle trio mainly to check up on everyone and see how they are doing. Grim was getting antsy because he wanted to go back to ramshackle to take his daily nap. Floyd was working a shift, but decided he was going to take just a small break to go see his shrimpy.

“Shrimpy.” Yuu heard Floyd’s voice as he came from behind them and squeezed them. Grim got fed up from wanting to take a nap and Floyd so he did what his instinct told him to do.

“Grim.” Yuu called as there were lines that started to bleed on Floyd’s arm. Grim had scratched Floyd and he didn’t look pleasant with that. Yuu pulled Grim away as Jade looked shocked watching the interaction.

“Brother let me go get the first aid kit.” Jade spoke walking off as Floyd exhaled and walked away. Baby seal is getting a talking to tomorrow and not a fun one.

Rook - He destroys love letters & poetry

Yuu had caught the eye of Rook. Naturally from not being from his world he took interest in the Prefect and fell for their beauty. Rook is a gentle poetic lover meaning the Prefect is his muse. Rook has definitely caught on that Grim does not like him, but would never think Grim would go as far to destroy his pieces of work to protect Yuu. Rook would send letters and Poetry to Yuu every day, and even went as far to handing the letters directly to Yuu before grim threw them away, not caring about either one’s opinions.

Rook deemed it as a challenge and decided he would use any means necessary to make sure the prefect knows they are valued and appreciated. Rook is simply a poet and Yuu is simply his muse; he wishes to know every bit of them if they decide to leave his world.

Even if Yuu decided to leave in a poet's eyes the muse lives on forever.

Special mention

Malleus- …

Grim is dead before he can intervene with the courtship of him and his child of man (/hj)

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libraryofantiquitea · 1 year

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𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬.

pairing: robert "bob" floyd x reader

summary: bob leaves a bite mark on you that you wear proudly out to a game of pool with the dagger squad at the hard deck. it leaves bob a little flustered.

warnings: explicit, minors do not interact! sex in public, unprotected sex, strangulation, kinda dom!bob, bob's glasses attempting to make a getaway.

word count: 2.1k

author's notes: many thanks to the creator coven for ensuring that i will never know a moment's peace while in this fandom. y'all are a gift!

likes / comments / reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading! ♥

You probably should’ve been a little self conscious about the literal bite mark on your shoulder, but instead you wore it like some sort of badge of honour, along with a strappy sundress to show it off for all to see. You thought it was lovely in a macabre sort of way. The bite was on the cap of your shoulder, and it was blooming purple and blue, the colours looking remarkably striking against your skin and the yellow of your dress.

It was extremely obvious who had given it to you, and you relished in how Bob’s friends reacted upon seeing it. Jake had glanced from you to Bob, surprise on his features before turning back to his game of pool, Natasha had given an approving nod as she handed you a beer, and Bradley had looked away quickly before his stare became too obvious, then moving toward Bob and giving him a pat on the back.

Bob, who seemed so unassuming, did not seem the type to gnaw on his girlfriend, and leave her with remnants of their trysts. But the rest of the Dagger Squad were learning, perhaps much to their surprise, that Bob contained multitudes.

And who was having a very difficult time focusing on anything because his gaze kept drifting toward you, that look in his eyes that made you weak in the knees. He wanted something, and he wanted you. Giving you the occasional kiss on the cheek, or squeezing you around the waist wasn’t enough.

You excused yourself from the group to go to the washroom for the first time that evening, fully intending to only be gone for a few minutes.

Bob had alternate plans.

You were standing at the counter, having finished washing your hands, and were applying a tiny bit more lipstick when the door opened. You didn’t bother looking over and acknowledging at first, but the presence moving behind you commanded your attention.

“Bob!” you said, a little startled. “You know you’re in the ladies room, right?”

“Gender is a social construct,” Bob said in a matter of fact voice, resting his chin on your shoulder, the non-bitten one. He met your gaze in the mirror. “Also, you’re making me lose my entire mind out there.”

“What am I doing?” you asked, looking at Bob in the mirror. You honestly had no idea.

“Wearing this little dress,” he murmured, dropping his head and inhaling the scent of you. The feeling of his nose pressed along your neck had you sighing. “Parading around with my love bite on display.”

“Do you not like that people can see it?” you asked as Bob placed his hands on your hips, gently pressing himself against your ass.

“I love that people can see it. Know that you belong to me,” Bob replied. “It’s just … doing things to me, darlin’. I want to throw you down onto that pool table, make everyone watch as I push your dress up, fuck you until you’re screaming, get your pussy juices all over my cock.”

“Oh my god,” you murmured, bringing your thighs together tightly and closing your eyes. Bob never struck you as an exhibitionist, but you were learning a lot about him since you’d started sleeping together. Things like he could be bitey, and wanted to fuck you in a room full of people.

Bob pressed his hips against your ass, and you could feel his growing length through his jeans. Your heart was racing, someone could walk into the bathroom at any moment. The idea that someone might catch you thrilled you a little more than you thought it might.

Grabbing your throat, just under your chin, he lifted your head, forcing you to watch in the mirror as his tongue moved along the bite mark. You shuddered against him, your hands resting against the bathroom counter, pushing your ass back against his crotch.

You were trapped between his weight and the counter, there was nowhere for you to go.

It was at that moment that the roll of Bob’s hips stuttered against you, and he groaned into your shoulder. He’d finally realized something that you’d been waiting for him to figure out all night.

“You’re not wearing underwear?” he groaned, one of his hands moving just under your belly. “Shit. You’re torturing me, darlin’. Gonna soak the front of my jeans.”

He was still holding your chin, but his index finger made its way into your mouth. You gasped, sliding your tongue against the calloused pad of his finger, nibbling on it slowly.

“So take them off, Bobby.”

“Fuck.”

You kept your gaze focused on him in the mirror, watching as he undid his belt and pulled down the zipper of his jeans one handed, not relinquishing the hold he had on your throat. You groaned softly, seeing a flash of his cock head in the mirror. Fuck, you looked so wrecked already, and Bob looked like he was going to tear you apart.

Bob pushed the fabric of your dress up over your ass, and groaned as he looked down, giving it a very enthusiastic squeeze.

“You’re such a tease, baby,” Bob groaned, grabbing his cock and sliding it against your wet lips. You made a strangled noise, biting back something much louder lest someone outside hear you over the music. Bob continued to drag his cock through the wetness that had collected at your core, even when you pushed back against him. “You’ve spent the whole night teasing me. It’s my turn.”

“God damn it, Bobby,” you whined, your hand clenching into a fist and slamming against the counter.

You rolled your hips, grinding against his thick cock, desperate to get it inside of you. Bob was looking down, watching you move against him, and you watched in the mirror as his glasses began to fall down this nose, the damp strands of hair curling over his forehead.

“You want it bad, don’t you, darlin’?” he asked, lifting his head and making eye contact with you in the mirror again.

“Yes, Bobby,” you breathed, and he clutched at your throat a little harder. You gasped and tried to squeeze your legs together.

“No,” Bob scolded. “Keep your legs open for me.”

“Bobby.”

“Slut,” Bob gasped, and you watched the flush begin to spread against his cheeks. He only ever called you that when he was already too far gone. “You’re my little cock slut, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” you replied in a harsh whisper. “Bob, please -”

You felt him enter you and you let out a relieved sigh, eyelids closing for a moment. You were expecting him to keep going, but all he pressed inside of you was the tip of his cock, before pulling it out and doing it all over again. You whined, a pathetic sounding noise that reverberated off the walls of The Hard Deck’s ladies room, and leaned forward on the counter, pushing back, chasing his cock.

“Give it - give it to me,” you whined. “Please.”

Bob wrapped his free hand around his cock, and pushed it back inside, again, just the tip. You ground against the curl of his fingers, clit moving against the class ring that he wore. And again, he pulled it out.

“Bobby, I’ll scream so loud the whole bar will hear,” you threatened.

He grabbed you, pulling you back flush against him, squeezing your throat so hard that the blunt edges of his fingernails cut into your skin. You made a startled, delighted, almost frightened sound, and grabbed onto his side to steady yourself. You loved when he got like this.

“Do it,” Bob grunted against your ear. “Let them know how badly you want it. Little cock slut.”

He held you tight against him, and searched for your entrance once more with the head of his cock. Bob slammed his cock inside of you, and though you had threatened to scream, no sound came out when you parted your lips.

“Take it. Take it,” Bob groaned, biting at the column of your throat. “Take that dick, darlin’.”

You cried out as he manhandled you, pushing you forward, bending you over the counter. He grabbed one of your legs, behind the knee, and pushed it onto the counter as well, opening you up more for him. You glanced up to look in the mirror once more, unable to take your eyes off of him, watching as he tipped his head back, moaning to the ceiling as he slammed into you again and again.

“Fuck,” you whined, writhing against the counter, not knowing when the last time it was cleaned might be. Not caring. You tried to meet Bob’s thrusts, but there was no way that you could, each snap forward of his hips stuttering against you.

“Is this what you - what you wanted?” Bob panted, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh of your hips. “Huh? To take my dick in that tight little pussy where someone could walk in and see you? See you acting like the slut you are?”

You cried out softly, worming a hand between yourself and the counter, needing some manner of relief. Bob saw what you were doing, and reached for your wrist, pulling your hand away and holding it against the counter. He changed the angle of his thrusts so that the base of his cock hit your clit - again and again and again.

“Bobby,” you keened, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes. It was too good, and you were desperate to chase each feeling he gave you, that washed over you.

“Come on my cock,” Bob rasped, leaning over and pressing his lips against your ear. His tongue darted out to lick at the shell of it, before he pulled the lobe gently into his mouth with his teeth. “I - I wanna feel you all over me. Come on it, darlin’. Come on me.”

You slammed your open palm against the counter, crying out as softly as you could, though you were certain that someone would hear you. Your orgasm came in waves, leaving you shuddering and twitching against Bob as you gave him just what he had asked for.

Bob fucked you through your orgasm, your name a mantra on his lips that he cried out toward the ceiling as he came. You clenched around him, wanting to draw every drop he could give you deep inside. He grunted one last time and then leaned over you, letting out a long, shuddering breath.

“Oh fuck.”

The two of you stood there, sprawled out over the counter as you fought to catch your breath. Bob pushed your hair aside and gently kissed your neck, nuzzling at you with his nose.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered.

You nodded, letting out a contented sigh. “Yeah. I - wow.”

The two of you mournfully pulled apart, standing on the legs of newborn deer as opposed to your own, helping each other get cleaned up. You helped Bob readjust his glasses, and he got some damp paper towel to clean you up. The entire time you traded tender kisses and gentle touches, giggling about what you had just done. It was not like either of you, and it thrilled you both.

“I’ll make sure the coast is clear,” you said, pressing a gentle kiss to Bob’s chin before making your way to the door.

Poking your head outside you spotted a wet floor sign in front of the door, and Bradley standing not too far away, more or less pacing back and forth.

“Rooster,” you began, stepping out of the bathroom, and Bob followed closely behind. “What the fuck?”

Bradley whirled around and let out an exasperated, “Finally! Nat thought something might be up so she went to check on you. Came back and told us we should take turns making sure no one else went in there until you came out.”

Bob turned a shade of red you hadn’t seen before, and you bit your lip to keep from laughing.

“Oops,” you said, reaching for Bob’s hand and lacing your fingers together.

“Who’s idea was the wet floor sign?” Bob asked, gesturing to the sign near the door.

“Seresin’s.”

“Of course it was.”

You laughed, pulling Bob a little closer to you as the three of you made your way back to the rest of the group. No one said a damn thing, and new beers were fetched for you and Bob.

The night out had continued, though at one point while Bob was playing pool with Javy you pulled out your phone to text him.

Baby I can feel your come running down my leg.

You watched as Bob reached into his pocket and pulled his phone out. He looked at the screen, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline, before he began furiously texting you back.

Call a cab. If we don’t get u home ASAP im gonna lick your cunt in front of everyone.

/end.

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honey-milk-depresso · 2 years

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“Am I being bested by a plush loaf?” TWST Jealous of their Tsum Tsum

I did it for the SSR and SR of the Tsum event! ^^

Cater Diamond

Hey!!!!!~~

Cater slightly frowns, noticing how much attention you’ve been giving to his Tsum counterpart. He’s also here, too!

Ever since he snapped so many photos of his own Tsum with you, it has become more apparent that this little Tsum also has something up his stubby little sleeves.

Like how it whips out its own tiny phone and take pictures of you and it together. That’s also what you two do!

When Cater tries to take a selfie with you, you ALWAYS have to have Tsum Cater in the picture, and he couldn’t say no after seeing those puppy dog eyes, and fear of how dejected they would look if he just rejected the idea, but he just wants the photo to have the two of you in it!

He won’t be so overly dramatic about it, he’ll mostly pout and whine a little about how you’re spending way more time with the Tsum rather than him, and that he misses taking photos with just the two of you.

Just kiss him in that selfie alone to make it up is all he asks for. <3

Riddle Rosehearts

He denies ever being jealous of the squishy creature, but when you aren’t looking, he’s secretly lamenting about how you’re spending more tea time with this thing.

Riddle looks like he always wants to say something about the situation, but ends up sweeping the question away and excuse himself, mainly because he doesn’t know how to bring it up.

He’s irritated and a bit sour about the fact you seem to fawn over the thing, but he doesn’t want to be seen as… overbearing or just, well, jealous.

Eventually, all his self control and resisting crumbled when you began feeding it (somehow), just like what you do with him.

He strides towards you, as you curiously tilted your head to why he looked upset. Then you saw it. That cute frown and pout as he bore his frustrated glare into your eyes. “Rose… I… I want to be fed as well, and I rather have you spend time with me, too…”

Now kiss him as apologies. <3

Leona Kingscholar

Noticeably irritated by the adorable creature.

He quietly growls in slight detest of how you basically stuff your face into it, cuddling with it as it selfishly relishes in your warming affection. If it’s anyone who’s going to be cuddled by you is himself. The real deal.

Leona watched from afar, already disliking the fact this Tsum could do whatever it wants, and just take all your attention away from him. What’s worse is that it seems to know that it was bothering Leona, and it purposefully directs you away from him, getting more on Leona's nerve.

Well, now he's gotta show face and put it in its place, right?

He stood up, making a power walk to your direction as he lightly holds the Tsum away from you, lying down with his chest facing your front as he holds you in a tight embrace, forcing the Leona Tsum to hug your back.

"You had plenty of attention, little prick. It's my turn now." <3

Floyd Leech

He knows when he let even one finger off of it, the Floyd Tsum like a leech would tightly cling onto anyone it can go near to.

However, Floyd didn’t account to the fact that this little creature would have you as its favourite person to squeeze, cling and cuddle.

Floyd gets irritated, like Leona, of how attention seeking his plush counterpart is; constantly asking for cuddles, smudging your face with its soft little cheeks as it squirms closely into your hold.

He gets moody about this, especially. It’s reflected on the way he works sloppily in Monstro Lounge, much to Azul’s dismay, and Azul had to tell you about it in hopes you could do something about it.

Coming to meet Floyd, you’re met with a pouty eel lazily glaring at the Tsum.

He sloppily wrapped his arms around you as stuffed his face into your shoulder.

“Shrimpy, I get it that it’s cool, but cuddle me, too. Otherwise I’ll squeeze you tighter so you’d hug me instead of the Tsum.”

Um… Better to hug real Floyd after depriving him of cuddles. <3

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Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader

a/n: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE! or happy holidays~ i hope you all had a wonderful day, and i hope this new chapter is a fun read! likes/reblogs are appreciated, and asks are welcomed c:

tags: @brights-place

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v. Keep on Watching

It’s the day of the Secret Holiday Gift Swap.

And you’re panicking.

“Barb!” You barge into the longue room and watch as the mentioned troll shouts, jumps, and drops her invitation.

“What the- I know I told you you’re welcome anytime, but you can knock-” She tuts when she recognizes that it’s you, bending to pick up her card again.

“I got him!” You pop up in front of her, grabbing her by the shoulders and stopping her from picking up her card again.

“Who’s ‘him’?” Barb raises a brow, leaning her head away and tucking her chin to further emphasize her confusion.

You let her go with furrowed brows and a dreaded look in your eyes. “I got Floyd!” You say, out of breath, like you’ve just sang your heart out.

“Wait, what’s wrong with that?” Barb places a hand on her hip, finally having the opportunity to pick up her invitation.

“Uh- what isn’t wrong with that?” You extend your arms and shake your head in quick, short motions. “I’m already having a hard time confronting my feelings for him, now I have to think about him even more!” You exclaim, letting your weight fall on your butt and your back against the couch.

Barb laughs, taking her seat next to you with her knee up. “Man, I would have never assumed you’d be a softie underneath all that edge. Then again, that’s any of us actually…” She trails off a bit before letting out an amused sigh, turning her head to you. “Seriously though, don’t complicate things too much.” She shrugs.

“Easy for you to say, who did you get?” You cock your head in her direction, watching her open her card.

“I got…” You hum, watching her pull out the name. “Aww, cool, I got Riff! I totally know what to get ‘im.” She smirks confidently, tucking the piece of paper back in the pocket of the card.

“Good for you,” you quip quickly before catching her attention. “But what do I get Floyd?” You ask worriedly.

“Uhh… Well, what do you think he’s like?” Barb asks. You look ahead of you, thinking back to him.

“He’s… kind. Very kind, it’s like his whole charm. He’s sweet too, like cotton candy. And he’s reeeaaally cool, I mean come on! The hair was one thing, but spending the weekend with him… When he sang, I immediately got hooked on his voice.” You inhale deeply. “It’s gentle. Like the way he speaks to me, it’s like he cares about me…”

“Maybe because he does.”

You swiftly turn your head to Barb with a deadpan look, who raises her hands up in defense before motioning for you to go on.

“Ugh, he’s just! So…!” You plop your head down on the couch behind you, reaching for a pillow behind you and plopping it on your face.

“So… from all that, what do you think is the best gift for him?” She asks again, but you sigh. You remove the pillow from your face and glance at her. “Hey, you’ve got three days to think about it. I’m sure you’ll come up with something…” She reassures you, patting your shoulder.

And you did, but you weren’t confident with it.

You clear the cough in your throat as you hop off your bike, adjusting your guitar strap. You look ahead to Pop Village, seeing all the other trolls and their gifts. “What if you just handed the gift to Floyd and told him I got sick?” You rapped to Barb, holding your gift nervously.

“Dude.” She looks at you with a ‘seriously?’ face. “No. Poppy always said, it’s the thought that counts when it comes to gifts.” She pokes a finger to your chest. “And every rock troll knows how much you thought about this gift.”

Your cheeks warm up a little, and you let out a long sigh. “You’re right, you’re right.” You hop a bit on your feet, telling yourself to relax a bit. You look at the colorful light bulbs hanging across the entire village, lighting up the night, and smile a little.

“Come on, the gift swap’s about to start.” Barb starts walking with her gift in hand, and you follow her to a big stage where Poppy and Branch stand atop it.

“Welcome to our second Trolls Kingdom Secret Holiday Gift Swap! I’m so glad to have you all here again, and with some new faces this time.” Poppy grins, pointing in the crowd and having a light shine down on the pointed area. You see that it’s Viva, her Putt Putt Trolls (which she told you about), and Brozone all condensed in one area.

The crowd welcomes them with a cheer, but you find your eyes on that pink-haired troll. You chuckle when you notice the piercing in his ear turned into a snowflake to match the holiday. You turn away and look at his gift in your hands, frowning a bit. You look up when Barb speaks.

“You’ve got this.” Her hand moves to pat the place where your heart would be. “Time to let someone new in this, ya know?” She chuckles and you do the same, following it with a whiney ‘yuck’.

“That’s the sappiest thing you’ve ever said.” You comment, and she shivers.

“Yeah, I think Poppy’s rubbing off on me.” Barb shakes her hair as if there was dirt on her. “But, you know what I mean.” She smirks, nudging your shoulder.

“Now, who’s ready to gift-swap!?” Poppy announces and fireworks shoot up into the sky. “Reveal your secret troll!” She hypes, and the crowd starts moving to find the person they got (who was scrapbooked on the invitation, conveniently).

Barb waves you goodbye to find Riff, which you return until she’s eventually lost in the crowd. You look to where Floyd was previously, but can’t get a glimpse of him from everyone running around. You frown, beginning to aimlessly walk around the crowd to find him until someone lifts you up in a hug.

“Amiga!” You let out a sigh of relief when you realize it’s Viva. When you’re let down, you turn around and return a quick hug.

“Happy holidays, Veev!” You greet and she giggles, still holding her gift. “Who’s the special troll?”

“Barb! The one you always hang out with, have you seen her?” She tilts her head, pursing her lips.

“Got separated, but I hope you find her. I don’t think you’d miss that bright red mohawk anytime.” You snicker to yourself. “I like your clothes.” You comment on her white leotard with red trimmings and her matching red-and-white striped leg warmers.

“Aww, thank you, you too-” she’s cut off with a gasp when she does a double take on your hair. “Did you..?”

“Yeah…” You run a hand through your hair nervously. “Does it look fine?”

“Fine? Fine doesn’t even cut it, you look amazing!” Viva squeals, looking up at your newly two-toned hair. “Guess I don’t have to guess who you got, hm?” She smirks, raising her brows teasingly.

“Yeah…” You smirk eases into a smile. “Have you seen him?”

“Oh, I got separated from him too…” Viva frowns, which causes you to do the same. “But, I have no doubt you’ll find him!” She recovers, jumping on her toes excitedly. “I have a hunch that this holiday is gonna end up so well~” She sings.

“Can’t hide it from you either?” You raise a brow, tilting your head embarrassingly.

“I’m your childhood best friend, what is it you can hide from me?” Viva smirks, punching you in the shoulder. “I was the one who came up with the idea to put you two together for the morning last weekend.” Your jaw drops, pointing a finger at her.

“That was your doing?” She giggles and winks, turning her back to you and running off with a jolly ‘see ya!’. “Viva, we’re talking about this later!” You yell into the crowd, hoping she hears that.

Your cheeks flush again as you grumble your way to Branch’s bunker, hoping to wait for the crowd to die down and you’d eventually spot Floyd. You hold his gift gently in your hands, maneuvering through the others who are either still finding their troll or are celebrating with their gifts already.

Once you make it out of the cramped area, you walk slowly to the bunker. You kept your eyes on your gift, overthinking if it was good enough to give to him. Then you hear your name.

You hear your name in his voice.

You turn around and see him emerging from the crowd, holding his gift. “Floyd.” You say, out of breath. Your eyes flutter as you watch him walk closer to you. Both of you are now far away from the noise, just the two of you right outside Branch’s house. Just like how you arrived.

He opens his mouth, but then he notices how you look tonight. You’re still dressed in your usual fashion, but for colder weather. Then his eyes met your hair.

“Oh…” His cheeks darken slightly as he sees what you’ve done to your hair. Instead of the highlight in your hair being your favorite color, you dyed it white in the meantime. Your hair matched his. “Your hair…”

“Yeah… I figured I could rock the look, ya know?” You chuckle, trying to keep up your cool image. When he doesn’t laugh with you, your brows furrow, and you frown as you try to meet his eyes. “Do you… not like it?”

“You look great.” He meets your eyes with a wide smile, and, for the first time, you see both of his eyes. “I like that we’re matching.” He follows up with a soft chuckle.

He’s beautiful.

Your frown slowly lifts into a smile as you laugh softly. “Now we’re both cotton candy.” You joke, and he laughs with you this time. There’s a small pause between you two after it dies until he speaks up.

“I’ve been looking for you.” He smiles at you. Your cheeks warm up again, and your shoulders straighten.

“You were?” You repeat, and he nods. He holds out the gift in his hands toward you. Your eyes widen, and you nearly drop your gift for him in shock. “You got me..?” You look back up at him in disbelief.

“Happy holidays.” He simply says with that stupidly charming smile of his. “I hope you like what I got you.” He nudges the box into your hands, and you reluctantly take it after propping his gift against the wall.

“If it’s from you, Cotton Candy, I’ll enjoy it.” You chuckle. There’s truth in your words, but you were still putting up walls. You unwrap it and reveal a box. You lift up the top and mutter a soft ‘no way’, tossing the cover to the ground.

Inside was a guitar strap. You gently take it out and set the box on the ground, letting the strap unfurl to its full length to see its design. It’s a simple black strap, but it’s stitched with several symbols related to rock in your favorite color. You don’t notice how wide your smile has gotten, and it only gets wider when you notice the stitched shape of cotton candy on a cone.

“Do you like it?” Floyd asks, bringing your attention back to him.

“I love it.” You reply, holding it close to your chest. You take off your electric guitar carefully, detaching your old guitar strap for your new one. “I’ll wear it forever. Thank you, Cotton Candy.” You laugh softly, placing your old one in the mess of your hair and wearing your guitar again.

He smiles, watching you adjust the guitar to your back again. “So who’d you get?” He tilts his head a bit, and you inhale sharply as your smile drops.

“Oh, funny you ask,” you chuckle nervously, reaching back for his gift again. “I got… Uh, I got you.” You hold out the present to him, looking away with downturned ears and darkened cheeks. “I hope you like it.”

His eyes widen in genuine surprise. His hands slowly rise to take the gift in your hand, trying to guess what the present could be as he turns it around. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted, and I was worried the whole time, wondering if this would make you happy.” You explain, watching him carefully tear the wrapping. “Then, I figured that if you don’t like it, I would dye my hair to match yours to make you happy… If you thought I would look funny or, I don’t know.” You fiddle with your (new) guitar strap.

He stops just as he was about to open the box at your words with a furrowed gaze. “Why would I think you’d look funny?” He asks, upset.

You open your mouth to explain, but no words come out. You shrug your shoulders.

“I would never laugh at your appearance,” Floyd says, stepping closer to you. “I like how you look. I like that you thought about me enough to go as far as dying your hair.” He lets out a small laugh. “You keep getting cooler to me.”

If steam could come out of your ears, you wouldn’t be able to hide how much his words made you feel. Your chest is light again, and your heart is tugging in his direction. Your lips managed to turn into a smile. How can he keep doing that?

He returns to the gift, taking off the cover. “Woah.” He murmurs as he pulls out the gift from the box. You fiddle more with your guitar strap as you wait for more of his reaction.

You got him a rouge-colored acoustic guitar. The sides, fretboard, and soundhole were trimmed white to match. Most importantly, the fretboard was in the shape of a cotton candy swirl and colored both rouge and white. You worked on that guitar for the last two days, getting as much help as you could, but you did most of the work.

“Do you like it..? I wasn’t sure if you could play instruments, and you seemed like a guitar-type guy, so I could teach you-” You began to ramble worriedly until you were interrupted by a few notes played.

You watch him play the guitar smoothly before he stops with a smile, followed by the brightest laugh. “Thank you!” He says, his eyes turned into crescents. “It’s been a while since I’ve played. This is amazing,” he says your name and your worries fly away.

You smile sheepishly, running a hand through your hair for a moment. “I’m glad you enjoy it.”

“I love it.” He corrects you, just like you did. You share another laugh together.

You hold your gifts to each other gently. His hands are careful with the guitar, and your thumb is carefully stroking the stitched pattern of cotton candy on the guitar strap.

You’re so focused on his smile as he looks at you that you didn’t even process what he said when you saw his lips move. “What did you say?” You blink your eyes, telling yourself mentally to get it together.

“I asked if you’d like to spend the holiday together. It’s the weekend, right?” He tilts his head with a smile.

“Just the two of us?” You ask, dipping your head but keeping your eyes on him.

“If you’re only okay with it.” He quickly replies, his brows raising with his smile growing sheepish. “I was hoping we could play some songs together.” He chuckles, mostly to himself, but your head rises with a smirk.

“Is this some trap to hear me play again?” You chuckle. He hums, shrugging his shoulders innocently.

“I don’t know what makes you say that.” You laugh a bit harder, and his eyes soften.

You aren’t as scary as he thought you were the first time he saw you. He was taken aback by you’re casual compliment about his hair at the cantina, his heart thumping a bit faster from surprise. When he met you again, he thought you were cool and confident, finding himself interested in you. Then you left your guitar behind, and he took up the responsibility to take care of it until the next morning. When he saw your edgy exterior drop when he gave you back the guitar, something tugged at his heart again.

And it’s tugging at him again, telling him to find out more about you.

“Come on, I recently got my own pod. We can jam out there.” Floyd suggests, and you nod your head as your laugh dies down.

“Ohh, trying to get a VIP rock show, are you now?” You snicker.

“Stop revealing my plans.” Floyd points a finger at you, trying to contain his own laughs by turning around and leading the way.

You breathe deeply as your face settles in a grin. That felt nice. He makes you feel so nice, and you remember Barb’s words. Your grin drops to a hesitant, small smile as you watch him walk. You think for a moment, wondering if you should just take the leap and grasp that happiness right in front of you.

“Are you coming?” Floyd stops and turns around to find you still standing. You blink and fiddle with your strap again, but you make up your mind. Your smile settles softly as you begin to walk up to him.

“Yeah.”

You two walk away together, making small talk on the way to Floyd’s house. You two walk away, unaware of the crowd watching you.

“Are they gone?” One of them whispers from under the mushroom.

Branch, who reveals himself by dropping his disguise (which was a fluff ball, with the help of his hair), steps out under the mushroom and looks in the direction you two walked off in too. “Clear.”

There’s a pair of squeals as everyone’s hair disguise reveals themselves underneath the mushroom. “We should’ve put a mistletoe on top of them!”

“Woah, too early, Poppy.” Bruce raises a hand with a light chuckle.

“My little rockstar is growing up.” Barb steps away from Poppy, pouting her lip with a hand to her chest. “It’s sickeningly sweet, but aww, but also eww…” She fake gags, which receives a friendly hit on the back from Poppy.

“They’re adorableee.” Viva coos, her hands pressed to her cheeks.

“If adorable, you mean Floyd can’t even recognize his own growing feelings.” Branch rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms.

“Like you were any better.” Poppy smirks, hand on her hip.

“I agree with boytoy over there, though.” Barb raises her arms and dips her head in surrender. “It’s all cute seeing them together, but I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared to be a possible confession dummy.” She contemplates, scratching her ear.

“How long do you think until they get together?” JD tilts his head with crossed arms.

“Oh, I think they’re just like this sad romance book I read where-” Clay starts rambling about his predictions, earning the approval of Poppy and Viva, with the others weirdly agreeing with him too.

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floydsmuse · 6 months

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Caught dancin’

warnings: none! just fluff & Bob being a goof <3

pairing: Bob floyd x f! reader (no y/n)

description: Bob catches you doing one of your dance workouts & you can’t help but feel all shy. he’s quick to reassure you though & your feelings of embarrassment seem to flutter away… (wc 1k)

a/n: hi ! so i’m back with some more Bob fluff :,) this idea randomly came to me & i just knew i had to write it with him. it just seemed fitting haha! i really hope you enjoy this! it’s silly, but i think it turned out cute :) as always, likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💕 tysm!

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you were currently in the middle of doing one of your dance workouts. you often did them to not only reduce tension, but also as a way to have some fun & get your body moving. out of pure shyness, you would only do them when your husband wasn’t home. Bob knew you did these workouts, but would never pry for you to do them in front of him. he figured you just felt more comfortable doing them alone & without the presence of an audience.

Bob was out with some of the guys in the dagger squad. they all decided to go to a baseball game a ways away from town. Bob being the gentlemen that he is invited you to tag along with, but you politely declined & encouraged him to go out for some much needed “guy time.” he reluctantly agreed & headed out to the game. you figured after a stressful work week & needing some pep in your step, you’d pop open youtube & dance your little heart out.

you throw on an active wear set, a lavender sports bra & biker shorts to match. you opt to wear your chunky white sneakers that were gifted to you by none other than your husband last christmas. you put your hair up into a ponytail, grabbed your water bottle & head into the den.

you start off by doing some low impact dances, allowing yourself to just warm up & find your rhythm. as the dances started to progressively become more intense, you were able to find your groove & get super into it. you let your body completely take control. your head was bopping to the beat of the music, your arms & legs were moving in sync. it was almost like second nature to you, your movements were coming out so seamlessly and passionately. you were feeling yourself, hitting every beat & every dance move that came your way. you were so tapped in to your own world, that you didn’t even feel the presence of your husband, who silently stood there watching you in utter amusement & disbelief. Bob couldn’t look away even if he tried, as he was enchanted by you in this moment.

it takes you an embarrassingly long time to notice Bob standing there, but once you finally catch glimpse of him in your peripheral, you freeze. you quickly scramble to grab the remote to pause the tv & drop your head in your hands, ignoring the sweat that was dripping down your face. your husband makes slow steady movements towards you, not wanting to further ignite your feelings of humiliation. he speaks to you in a volume a little above a whisper,

“my love, can you look at me please?”

just the very sound of his sweet & gentle voice could make you stop & do anything for him. you knew in this moment that you couldn’t possibly escape or melt into the floor like you so wanted to. you knew you had to face him. you bring your flushed face up to meet Bob’s kind eyes. you were sure you looked like a sweaty mess, your hair frizzy & falling out of its place in the high pony. your breathing was doing its best to settle down, but your heart continued to beat out of your chest from adrenaline & embarrassment. Bob reached over to push a loose strand of hair behind your ear & when he pulled back, he looked at you so lovingly. you didn’t quite know what to say, still feeling shy but starting to calm down a bit at his sweet action. you look down sheepishly & wait for Bob to cut in once again,

“just for the record, i think that you’re a fantastic dancer. i was in absolute aw just watching you.” Bob quipped. you knew he was being genuine by his tone & the confidence that lingered in his voice. you shot your head back up to look at him. he had the biggest smirk on his face & you just knew for a fact that your cheeks had to be the brightest shade of red that could ever exist. you look at him dumbfoundedly & a little smile slowly creeped onto your face at his words of praise,

“what was that one move you did called? i think it was something like this-“ Bob takes a step back from you, doing a crazy little wiggle with his body & flailing his arms above his head, in attempts to replicate a move that you previously did. he kept doing it, knowing the type of reaction he would get out of you. you couldn’t help but let out a giggle at his silliness,

“you almost got it! it’s more movement in the hips & less in the arms.” you reply through breathy laugher, as you do the move flawlessly, making Bob pause his dance attempts & look at you,

“show off!” he jokingly proclaims, as you pounce at him & he’s quick to hold you up with your legs secured around his waist & arms coming to wrap around his neck. within a second, your lips are being melded together in a salty & somewhat heated kiss. you both pull away, breathless, as you hide your face into his neck.

“you think you could teach me how to dance like you?”

you could practically feel his crooked smile against your cheek, as he proposes the idea. you knew Bob could get down, but you never would’ve thought he’d want to learn from someone like you. pulling your head back from his neck, you playfully shot back with,

“i think so. with lots & lots of practice, you certainly have potential.” Bob pretended to be offended at your response, but then quickly proceeded to attack your neck with kisses & squeezing at your sides, making you let out a heap of even more giggles. you swore this man could make you crumble at any given moment.

you two spent the rest of the evening happily dancing around the den, tiring yourselves out & eventually falling asleep in each other’s arms on the couch.

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White Christmas

Pairing: Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x wife!reader (a spy/The Americans au)

Summary: Bob has never been one to reminisce - his job keeps him ever-moving forward. But the holidays calls for reflection. (Wc: 1k +)

Warning: this came out more angsty than I thought :/

A/N: First, just want to say Happy Holidays and or Merry Christmas to those that celebrate. I wanted to get this out a bit earlier but life was life-ing lmao. This is my submission for @lewmagoo’s a lew magoo Christmas. I can’t wait to go back and read/interact everyone’s submissions. This is based off the song by Bing Crosby. This was not the original idea I had; this is much more melancholy but I think it came out well. I could not decide if I wanted to do a fic or moodboard so I kind of put them together. Please like, reblog, and or comment if you read something you enjoy ❤️❄️

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I'm dreaming of a white Christmas

With every Christmas card I write

May your days be merry and bright

And may all your Christmases be white

Bob has been able to mark his life through events. Not exactly just with time or his age. Instead through a series of actions and domino effects that have set his life up to where it is now. He does not remember being 10, he just remembers the little house he was taken from. He doesn’t remember being 16, just the cold, smooth metal of his first revolver. His 26th birthday, with the real day he was born, was uneventful and terribly dull.

… that was until he got the envelope.

A face. A name. A never-ending mission. A wife to be.

27 was marked by a quick wedding. 28 was cemented by a crying baby girl and the sickly-sweet smell of baby wipes he grew to love. By 30, he saw his first gray hair and one little girl turned into two. Now he wonders what he can hang 37 on. He doesn't want it to be the bodies that have been left behind or 'daddy's business trips' as Georgia says.

Bob wants more. For once he wants something different. Something softer.

An idealist with the bloody ledger of a cynic, you call him. It is always with a smile but the biting edge that your voice can have never fully leaves. Bob thinks you resent that about him while likes to believe that it is a good thing - the little tug in the bottom of his stomach that he gets. Bob does his job, and he has done it valiantly for. Some days he may say he even loves what he does. But with his love comes a soft layer of sadness. It comes with wondering if there could be more outside of kills and mission and the bullshit, he would not have chosen for himself as a child. When things were syrupy in the way everything is when you're a kid.

The wistfulness grows stronger as the weather changes, and a dusty of white magic settles over the ground. The first winter snow he can remember in a long time.

The cabin idea comes with apprehension from you. Christmas was a holiday the two of you grinned and bared for the sake of the girls, but Bob found the words slipping out of his mouth. His fingers already inched looking into places - a little blue house in the snow. He knows that face well. Brows drawn tight and mouth pursed in thought.

“Emmie mentioned wanting to go camping.”

It was a bit unfair to mention your youngest daughter, Emerson. The frown lines on your face softened a bit, followed by a resigned sigh. There was little that made you like that - malleable. He knows you would never say it out loud but only the girls could do that.

I’ll have to talk with Maverick about it. He may need us.

Then it was his turn to frown. The growing dissolution bubbled under, and it all started with Pete Mitchell. But how does one turn his back on the only real family he has known. Bob cannot say he knows Regina and Don, - the people he should think to be parents; instead, thinks he was made in Mav’s image. Just like every other agent that has come through Top Gun. Your loyalty to Mav in admirable as it is a thorn in Bob’s side.

He likes to say there is three in your relationship if he could even call it that.

But he takes what he can get from you. A knowing smile when Aria says something completely out of left field. A kiss where you don’t flinch away or tense up.

It all works together in the oxymoron that is his marriage with you. Husband and wife. Partners in crime. He loathes you as much as he couldn’t imagine doing this without you. He endlessly pines for a woman he has two children with.

Nothing has ever been easy for the two of you, and he supposes he would not have it any other way.

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“I don’t know your real name.”

The general statement made you pause as your looked away from the fireplace in front of you. Bob was sitting on the bed, the green reindeer slippers the girls gave him matched his pullover. While him and girls seem to thrive in the cold, you hated it. You liked the uncomfortableness that came with humidity and heat. You were used to beads of sweat above the brow and clothes sticking to you back. Uneasiness was your default setting.

A snow-covered cabin is beautiful in theory, tortuous in practice.

“What,” you muttered, gaze going back to the fire. The flames danced against the brick surrounding it. The name thing was an issue he pressed. For reasons you still don’t get.

“I don’t know your real name,” he repeats. “And you don’t know mine. You don’t know anything about me before we…”

He trails off contemplatively. You shrug softly. “I think Robert suits you fine. Perfectly, even.”

There was a beat of silence. You wanted to tell him it was better this way. Life has been separated into two different parts: BB and AB. Before Bob and After Bob. It was no use focusing on what happened before then. You hope he drops the conversation, but Bob has never been one to let things go. A dog with a bone.

“Do you know why I suggested coming here?”

“You enjoy watching me freeze,” it was a joke but there is little mirth in the room.

“I grew up in a little blue cabin, sort of like this one -,”

“Bob”

“In a small town in Illinois.”

“Bob,” you hate him for this… or at least you want to hate him for this. Hate him for trying so damn hard.

“Every winter, I remember sheets of snow on ground and - and my ma-,”

“Robert,” your voice echoes a bit off the room. You fully turn to him, wishing to have bit of venom in your voice but it comes out broken. “What do you want from this? From me?”

“Why does it have to be something? Why can’t I just want you, all of you?”

Penny warned you about this. She’s taught you everything you know. And for better or worse, it has led you done a straight and narrow path.

Even in our business, people grow… attached. It will be up to you to either let them in or close it before it gets to be too much.

You wouldn’t call yourself frigid, but you are sure others would. It never bothered you really. Not as you grew older. There was a weakness in others that you simply did not have. The coldness was an easy barrier that deterred most, if not everyone you came across.

“You have me,” your fingernail scrapes across the wool blanket wrapped around you. “I am right here, aren’t I?”

Cobalt eyes mute with sadness.

“That isn’t what I meant.”

You grow more exasperated. “And you think me telling you about my past life will do that?”

“No, but I think you being honest would. Honest about how you feel about me, about the girls, would.”

Does he want you to write on a piece of paper if he loves you and make him check yes or no like you’re in the fifth grade. There was something so innocent about the look he gave you. The stunted nature of how the two of you work around each other may be less of your faults and more of the world that failed the both of you. You look at Bob now and he doesn’t seem like the man you have seen dodging bullets or choking out men twice his size. He seems so utterly human. And despite yourself, all you can think about is how much Maverick would hate it. The spurred want others to think the same.

You do love the girls, frankly more that you would like to admit. Two little knives to which people can twist. And Robert…

People get hurt, killed, when feelings are involved.

let them in or close it.

“I am tired,” you mutter. “I really don’t feel like rehashing the past. Certainly not with you.”

It is the end of the discussion, and you try not to flinch when the door closes behind him. The silence had become a gentle friend of yours. A safe companion to embrace. You wait for him to come back, thinking he must be letting off some steam outside in the cold. But 30 minutes turns into an hour and you start to think he may have crashed in one of the other rooms in the cabin.

After numbingly sitting at the fireplace, the only thing you can think to do is get ready for bed. You crave a bottle of wine but agreed to a painfully dry Christmas.

Your fingers don’t go towards the drawers where you unpacked the plethora of long Johns and sweaters you brought; they go to Bob’s instead. You know he’d probably laugh at you if he could see it, and you’d deserve it. Can’t even admit your feelings but want to sleep in one his shirts. While digging for an old Led Zeppelin shirt. Your digging is thwarted when your hand grazes across a chest inside the drawer. Biting your lip, you look towards the door. Bad things come in threes. He’s already upset you; you’re digging in his stuff… might at well get your third strike.

A familiar sinking feeling muddled in your stomach as you lift the chest to see tinier ring box in it, along with a mini snow globe. You both promised no presents this year for Christmas, but of course he wouldn’t stick to that. Your gaze goes to the simple ring on your left hand. It wasn’t something either of you picked out. It was left in the envelope you received.

“You should be happy you even get one off the bat,” Natasha sighed. “Jake gave me a ring pop as joke before Mav stepped in.”

You don’t have it in you to open the ring box, a bile stuck in your throat. But you do pick up the mini snow globe. It is like nothing you have seen before; it looks homemade. Inside a little blue cabin with sparkles dusted around it. On the bottom, tiny writing painted on. Chicken scratch that could only come from kids.

To the best wife and mommy in the world. May all your Christmases be merry and bright.

You set the snow globe back in the chest hastily, as if you have been burned.

God you’re fucked.

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yandere-daze · 2 years

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Vice-Dorm head Headcanons to their reaction when MC suddenly runs up to them and hugs them wrapping her legs around their hips so they have to hold her like she's a koala? Just cute and fluffy plsss 💖

Hello hello! Sorry for the long wait but here you go! I´m also writing this for a gn reader with they/them pronouns so everyone can enjoy ^^

Edit: Man look at past me, apologizing for the long wait when this has been sitting in my drafts for months now since then. Now I can truly say sorry because I seem to have greatly underestimated how much time this would take me back then jfskjbaf

Likes and reblogs are appreciated!

gn reader

warnings: none! just fluff

Vice dorm leaders and their reaction to Mc running up to them and wrapping their legs around them, so they have to hold them like a koala

Trey Clover

You know how hard-working your boyfriend is and how little breaks he gets because he has to keep both Riddle and the entirety of the Heartslabyul dorm in check. You tell him that he needs to take proper care of himself all the time but to no avail

So now, you decided to take matters into your own hands. If he wouldn´t take a break of his own accord then you suppose you would just have to force him to

You see Trey in the garden when you decide to set your dastardly plan into motion. Without any warning at all, you charge at him without any warning so it´s only natural that he fails to get a proper grip on you and you both almost fall to the ground as Trey struggles to keep standing

He´s still a bit caught off guard but soon he considerably calms down and there´s a small smile on his face

“Trey, I will not let go until you finally take a break. Take this as a warning”

“Well, it seems like I have no choice but to comply then. Riddle can wait for me some more...I think.”

So yes, you two spend a nice break all huddled up together and just chatting the day away. You both needed some more time together so Trey is actually pretty happy about the stunt you pulled even if he later reprimands you that you could have gotten hurt

Jade Leech

You´re visiting Mostro Lounge because you´re feeling lonely and you knew your boyfriend would be found there

Azul and Floyd give you a nod of acknowledgment, though the former frowns, clearly concerned over the mischievous glint you have in your eyes but not willing to involve himself in whatever you were planning to do unless it actively hindered his business

Knowing your way around the restaurant already, you enter the kitchen where you can see Jade working, just as you had expected

Hearing the door open, he starts speaking up but soon stops when he sees just who came into the kitchen

“Floyd, can you go to table 9 and tell them- Oya? Now, what are you doing here, my dear?”

You don´t explain yourself and just rush at him. Jade, being a quick thinker, had a good idea what you were trying to do and so put down the plates he was holding to prevent an accident from happening

Naturally, Jade catches you without any issue, his large frame no doubt aiding him in that department. He lets you hold onto him without any complaints but he will softly tease you about it

“My, my, is someone feeling affectionate today? You just couldn´t wait until I was done with my shift, could you? I see how it is~”

You can grumble about it all you want but he´s certainly not letting you off the hook for this even when you don´t hear him complain about it even once the entire time

Jamil Viper

Jamil is so focused on his work that he probably doesn´t even notice you approaching him until you´re right behind him. Only then does he hear the loud fall of footsteps behind him, immediately turning around then because he thinks someone is about to try and pull something on him

The poor boy barely has any chance to register what is happening before you jump at him and you almost fall over were it not for his fast reflexes and quick thinking to push himself up by holding onto the edge of the counter behind him so you don´t tumble onto the ground

Once the situation finally settles into his mind all Jamil can do is let out a sigh, acting exasperated at your spontaneous nature that almost resulted in an accident but he can´t stop the small fond smile on his face from showing how he really feels about the entire thing

“Really, why do I even put up with you?” He shifts his body a bit so he can hold you more securely as he narrows his eyes at your playful smirk but there´s no real bite behind it

“Because you love me”, you reply without hesitation

Jamil can only sigh as he rests his forehead against yours, the small smile returning to his face

“ I guess I do”

Rook Hunt

This man is a literal hunter so the second you step foot into his vicinity, he knows that you´re there. It´s like he has a sixth sense for you or something and you don´t know if you should be impressed or scared honestly

So sadly, there is absolutely no way to surprise Rook with this, he´s able to tell what you´re planning by just reading your face as if it was an open book. Oh and once it finally clicks with him he´s overjoyed!

Opens his arms for you to jump into with a huge smile on his face. Hah, isn´t it just so adorable how you so eagerly wrap your legs around him and hold onto him? It honestly makes his heart beat like crazy and he´s laughing joyfully the entire time

“My little trickster, what a joyous surprise you prepared for me ( liar!) What could I have done to deserve such a sweet embrace, pray tell?”

“I just wanted to hug my boyfriend, is that so wrong of me?” You say and snuggle into his body, enjoying the warmth that was slowly spreading through your own body from the close proximity

Rook merely chuckles and boops your nose affectionately.

“Why, of course not! My heart is filled with love as soon as I gaze upon your radiant form and so I dream of holding you just like this whenever we part. Truly, a marvelous idea!”

Lilia Vanrouge

You probably hesitated for a bit when the thought of doing this first crossed your mind. Like, he looks so small, would he even be able to hold you if you jumped at him like that? Or would he just topple over? Would you crush him??

All of these doubts ended up being unfounded though when you decided to go through with it after all. It would still be funny if you both just fell to the ground together, right?

So you run up to Lilia and somehow he just knows what you´re trying to do. Did he hear you mention it to Grim? Who knows

But he´s actually very eager for you to do so, he´s quite the affectionate person and he´s looking forward to your flustered expression when you cling to him

It all goes surprisingly well, you jump at him and wrap your legs around him and Lilia can just hold you up without any issues? Where does he hide all that strength??

He just chuckles and holds you even tighter, secretly enjoying the chance to flaunt his strength for a bit and getting to be so close to you

“Hold on as tight as you like, dear, I´m not going to let go anytime soon, fufufu~”

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kazumiwrites-fanfiction · 9 months

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Just Like Animals

SUMMARY: Floyd isn't what he appears to be on the outside. WORD COUNT: ~300

WARNINGS: Basically yandere/possessive/jealous Floyd, NOT FLUFF, Floyd being genuinely scary to everyone except you, Grim please be careful, Floyd hurting someone (implied??), scary ending (to me, I'm weak) A/N: When I say Floyd is one of my fav characters (was my first pick at the start, now Azul is my first) yet I still knew I had to write this- I could most definitely make a whole series out of this with yandere TWST boys but I'm tired and lazy (I absolutely want to do the Octavinelle trio because I'm biased but I also don't have time) (I can 100% see Jade being creepier than Floyd but I don't think my "I get scared when watching horror movies" self could handle it) I casually wrote this in under 30 minutes hahaha I need sleep and to do my homework Song this is based from is: Animals by Maroon 5

Floyd had never stuck you as the possessive type. Or the jealous type.

But you couldn't deny that you felt a bit relieved when he offered to 'squeeze' whoever hurt you.

You knew he was good at protecting you, after all.

What you didn't know was the nature of how he looked after you.

You thought it was normal, but it clearly wasn't to others.

No one was hurting Floyd's koebi-chan, and everyone knew it.

Not even Jade or Azul could get away with doing anything to you. If they even touched a singular hair on your head… Pretty things wouldn't happen.

And if it was anyone else, worse things would definitely occur.

He was always in a good mood with you - but when he was away from you, his moods were often sour.

He was such a lighthearted goofball when he was with you that you found yourself forgetting how dangerous he could be.

You had seen him almost hurt Grim once because "he had been too rude to you" (you were used to it at this point, there was no use in hurting the furball).

Every time you even tried to be friendly to another human, Floyd was always there, almost like he was claiming you as his.

He was always there, always with you.

It got to the point where it could be seen as creepy.

Still, you brushed it off as it was just Floyd. He was always like that.

Then one day, you woke up, freezing as you felt someone beside you in your bed. You turned to see a mop of teal hair. It made you feel sick, almost like you were going to throw up.

Why was he here, in your room - laying so close to you? What was going on?

Floyd nuzzled into you, holding you close to his chest. His special treasure.

"I'm never letting you go, koebi-chan~"

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Summary: Azul needs a favour from Finn

Warnings: Suggestive(?) if you squint, a bit ooc, no beta

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I Need A Favour

Finn was in a good mood today.

To other students, he appeared the same as ever. Quiet, stoic and stand-offish. But Azul wasn't just another student, he knew Finn well.

There was a spring to his step, a light in his eyes, and an aura of happiness around him.

Even without these little telltale signs, Finn walking up to Azul that morning and kissing him on the nose with a smile was telling enough of his attitude.

"Let that brilliant mind of yours wake up a bit before you work on contracts." He had said, sliding Azul's work away from him.

Yes, Finn was in a good mood. A happy Finn. A happy Finn was a good thing, especially when Azul wanted a specific favour from him. Contract related favours to be precise.

Finn, while happy to relay useful personal information he had gathered, preferred to stay uninvolved in contract matters, and that included chasing down contractees.

Convincing him to get involved in any way, shape or form was a Herculean task of its own, but not impossible.

Most of the time, the mere suggestion of such a thing was met with a firm "no", and it was made clear to stop asking before he got irritated.

However, when he was in a good mood like this, things changed. His partners had access to a Finn much more likely to consider doing favours.

...With a price of course, but Finn's prices weren't too sleep. Most of the time.

Azul's mind busied itself with thoughts of what to offer Finn during his classes, excited by the notion of having his assistance in dealing with the prefect.

The twins were quick to catch wind of this and were greatly excited at the idea of Finn joining them at the Museum.

"It will be entertaining to watch Finn make their heads spin." Jade said, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Heh, the minnows will be squirming tryin' to figure out what's going on." Floyd added, grinning in delight.

Why neither of them decided to help convince Finn to join despite their enthusiasm was a mystery.

No matter. Azul has the entire day to think and plan. He was sure he would get what he wanted in the end.

***

When the school day came to an end, Mostro Lounge was far busier than Azul bad anticipated. He was delighted of course, and he had numerous anenomes at his disposal to carry the workload and keep the customers happy, but this unfortunately meant his discussion with Finn would have to wait.

Azul shrugged off his disappointment and buried himself in his work, bent over his desk in rigid concentration.

The hours ticked by one by one, the sunny afternoon slowly shifting into a cool evening.

It was about 7:30 when the door to the VIP room opened and Azul lifted his head to find Finn slipping inside.

"Getting too much?" Azul asked softly, watching Finn take off his headphones and rub at his temples.

"Yeah," Finn set his headphones on the small table between the couches and made his way to Azul. "The twins are covering for me. It's..." He sucked in a breath. "It's loud. And bright."

"Good thing we have my anenomes then." Azul said with a grin fill of teeth. "Hundreds of unfortunate souls that couldn't pay the price at my disposal."

Finn nodded his head, a brief look of relief crossing his face. "Raked across the coals for sure."

There was silence for a short moment before Azul spoke again.

"Speaking of contracts, I have a favour to ask of you, if you would be so inclined."

Finn paused and looked at him, tilting his head to the side curiously. He stood there, silent and unmoving, for a while. Thinking.

"What sort of favour, exactly?" He finally questioned, setting his hands on the desk and leaning forward.

Azul turned his head to look at him with an unreadable expression.

"I tasked the prefect with retrieving the class photo we took at the Atlantica Memorial Museum. From a few years ago, remember? It's the last piece of evidence of my former self." A venomous, loath-filled tone filtered into his voice.

"I need you to help the twins take it from the prefect after they've retrieved it. After that, of course, I will destroy it once you've handed it to me."

Azul sent Finn another wide grin, clearly pleased with himself, androom fell into a pregnant silence.

A sad, almost hurt, expression briefly flashed across Finn's face and he sighed.

"I... I see." He murmured, biting back the urge to protest. He knew better than to start another argument about this. Instead, he moved around the side of the desk and leaned in close so their faces were inches apart.

"If you want me to undertake alive an important task, you know you'll have to give me something in return." Finn murmured, grinning at the octopus with hundreds of tiny needle-like teeth.

He gently pushed Azul against the back of his chair and moved to straddle him.

"What will it be, Mister Ashengrotto?" He asked, putting his hands on his chest and kissing his cheek.

Azul reached up to thread his finger's through Finn's hair and placed his free hand on his plush thigh.

"Well," He began, sky blue eyes gazing into crystal purple. "There's going to be display of the world's most famous artists in town's art gallery in a few days. I'm quite certain they wanted to attract the wealthier students attending the schools here. I propose I take you to the showing in return for your generous assistance."

Finn made a noise of intrigue and kissed Azul on the nose. "Tempting, but you demand so much of me. I'll have to raise that price a little higher."

"Then what is you desire, darling?" Azul flushed when Finn curled his fingers around his bowtie and leaned in even closer to bump their noses together, stumbling on his words. "M-My benevolence knows few limits."

Finn chuckled at that. "Those are dangerous words, my love. Luckily for you, I only have a few demands." He cupped Azul's cheeks with his hands and squished them slightly, smiling. "On top of your offer I will add that you take me to the cafe I've been wanting to go to, as well as that forest date you've been putting off for three months. I need new art equipment, and not the cheap things, proper equipment. Ah, and please do exempt me from assemblies for the rest of the year, they hurt my ears. Hmm what else... oh! Let's have a day in bed, hmm? I think we deserve the break. We can have some fun~"

Azul's cheeks pinkened further at Finn's words. Before he could even form a response, Finn's lips pressed against his own.

"I'd say I'm being generous here." Finn whispered after pulling away. "I'm sure your endless benevolence allows some quality time with your boyfriend."

Azul's entire face was bright pink now. He huffed, flustered. "How kind of you. I must say I'm relieved you aren't draining my wallet this time."

Internally, Azul wondered if he had been unintentionally neglecting his time with Finn if that was all the small shark demanded from him.

'Or maybe,' A small voice in his head whispered. 'He wants an excuse to terrorise Trappola again and therefore doesn't need much in return.'

That definitely made sense. Was it true, though? He was unsure.

Azul was pulled from his thoughts when Finn placed his left hand on the back of his head and used right to grab Azul's own hand in a tight grip.

"Don't tempt me," Finn warned playfully. "I may just take advantage of the surplus of customers tonight."

"I better be quiet, then." Azul replied with a laugh. "So we have a deal, then?"

"As you always say, it's a deal." Finn confirmed. Neither dared mention making a contract for this agreement. "I'll help distract the prefect and their little friends."

He leaned back and opened his mouth impossibly wide, smirking when Azul recoiled at the sudden sound of the prefect's voice.

"I'll be handing Ramshackle dorm to you on a silver platter."

"Sea Witch," Azul breathed. "Warn me before you do that."

"Mm, that's no fun." Finn said with a pout, his voice returning to normal. "I enjoy your shocked face."

Azul rolled his eyes and pulled Finn down by the bowtie to kiss him, unbothered by the shark's lack of remorse, smiling against his lips.

When they parted Azul tightened his grip on Finn's hand and stroked his cheek.

"I look forward to our time together." He murmured.

"So do I." Finn replied, delighted.

They kissed once more.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this long piece of fluff! Unfortunately Finn has taken over my brain

Tagging: @distant-velleity @krenenbaker @jaylleoo14 @kitwasnothere @whspermy-name @minteasketches @oya-oya-okay @elysia-nsimp @cynthinesia @twisted-wonderland-but-gayer @jovieinramshackle @casp1an-sea

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octo-hyacinth · 2 years

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Sweater Weather

Characters: Jade Leech

Content Warnings: Fluff, Jade being a tiny bit of a little shit but it’s out of love, VERY self-indulgent

A/N: Using the prompts “Sweater Weather” and maybe a few others from the October Prompt post i reblogged a while back, I’m in a Jade mood ok. Like i said this was self-indulgent so if you dont like it, cope

The wind brought a biting chill across the campus, making students raise their scarves and wrap their jackets around themselves a little tighter. The trees rustled lightly, but leaves were already drifting to the ground, having turned the green grass a multicolored canvas of reds and oranges. It was October, and though talk and preparations for Halloween were already happening, today Jade decided to take a day off with his favorite Prefect.

He pulled the sleeves down on his cream-colored sweater, and smoothed his hair down in the living room of Ramshackle as he waited for you to finish finding a suitable outfit to combat the chill. Perhaps this sweater shrunk a bit too much in the wash, as he found the cuffs frequently liked to slide back enough to expose his wrists. Oh well, it’d have to do for today. His white gloves would do well to shelter his hands from the wind, but he would gladly let you borrow them if need be.

After a few minutes, you strode down the steps from your room down to the lobby, showing off a soft-looking jacket of your favorite color over an elegant gray turtleneck. You’d also gotten a nice beanie to shield your ears from the wind, as well.

Jade was not one to show his emotions frequently, but you always seemed to make him more emotional than he could ever expect. His eyes widened just a fraction as he took in your lovely outfit.

“My, you look quite ready for an adventure in the woods.” He politely smiled, and reached out his hand for you to take. “I’d almost feel underdressed, had I not been accustomed to the cold already.”

“Oh, whatever. You don’t look too bad yourself, Jade.” You grinned.

“You flatter me, dearest.” He raised your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, then stroked his thumb over them almost absentmindedly. “If you wish to borrow my gloves, you need only say the word. Your skin feels rather chilly.”

You smiled fondly at how gentle and considerate he was being. “No, it’s fine. Besides, your gloves are like, one of your most defining features, I don’t wanna take ‘em away, even if we’re just going for a short walk.”

“As you wish.” With that, he let you lead the way to Ramshackle’s front door. When you opened it, the wind blasted back both you and Jade’s hair immediately, causing him to laugh a little at how your hair was getting whipped to and fro.

“Don’t you laugh at me,” you huffed. “Your hair looks just as bad. At least I have a beanie.”

“Does it now?” Jade gave a small indulgent smirk. “Then why don’t you fix it?”

“Maybe I will. Lean down a bit for me.”

He obliged, and you smoothed down the top of his head until it less resembled Floyd’s messy hair, but you let your hand slip down to caress Jade’s cheek, and you caught him leaning into your hand almost imperceptibly, humming in contentment with his eyes sliding shut.

“Your hand is quite warm, you know.” He lifted his own significantly larger hand to cover yours, as if he wanted to absorb all the heat from your skin that he could.

“Is it? Probably won’t be once we’ve been out in the cold a few minutes.” You tried gently prying your hand away from his cold skin, but he held you in place, and stared at you with sharp, bright eyes once you kept resisting.

“And where do you think you’re going? I’m so cold, would you really deprive me of a heat source in this horrendously chilly weather?” He put on a clearly fake pout, like he was trying to guilt you into staying right here until he sucked all the warmth out of your skin.

“Your acting’s getting worse. I don’t buy that for a second, you’re perfectly fine.” You yanked your hand away before he could grip it any tighter, and sighed, but you were smiling still. Such a clingy eel when he wanted to be. “Now did you want to explore the forest or not?”

“Of course, my love.” He stood up straight, and held out his arm for you to hold, like the gentleman he always seemed to be. A warm, genuine smile graced his features that you swore could fend off the cold any day. “As always, you see right through me. I’m almost scared at how well you know me sometimes.” He didn’t look very scared at all.

He truly did love the way you could keep up with him, the way you were never intimidated by him, by how you could banter with him and expose him when he was hiding his true intentions.

“Then let’s go already.” You jabbed him in the side, and started dragging him by the arm to the outskirts of Night Raven.

The only true purpose of this walk was to spend some time with Jade, however that walk may turn out, since he so rarely got days off to spend with you. So now you and him were meandering through the forest around Night Raven, enjoying nature and basking in the change of scenery and pace it brought.

Because of the wind, you saw bunches of leaves fall to the ground here and there, and there were quite a few large piles of them already on the ground. You couldn’t help but jump in them, and enjoy the crunchy sound they made with every step. You giggled with every step in the leaves that made that satisfying crunch, and almost pouted when one of the steps wasn’t satisfactory enough.

“I hate to interrupt the fun you seem to be having, but what are you doing?” Jade gently asked.

You froze, and slowly turned your head to look at him, realizing how embarrassing and childish jumping in leaves might have looked to him. You had an expression resembling a deer caught in headlights.

“Umm… they’re crunchy?”

Jade took a second to process your answer, clearly trying to come up with a logical explanation for it, but simply settled on a small smile.

“I see. And what makes the crunch so satisfying, I wonder?” He stepped closer, and bent over just a few inches to inspect the leaves, curiously holding his chin. “You must understand, we didn’t have these in the Coral Sea, so I must say I’m not quite accustomed to the appeal of autumn leaves.”

You simply shrugged, a childish smile resuming on your face once you realized he was just curious. “I dunno what makes them so nice, I just like the sound it makes and how it feels.” You jumped on another hefty pile of dry leaves to accentuate your point.

“Fascinating.” Jade stood up straight again, and it was only then you noticed a leaf had drifted right onto his head, and he must not have noticed.

You couldn’t hold back a small snort, which made Jade’s attention snap straight to your face. He had quite the bewildered expression actually, eyes slightly widened. Why could you possibly be laughing at him?

“Is something the matter, my love?” He asked evenly, but his surprise was still evident.

It was impossible to hold back a smile. It was just unexpected to ever see Jade, someone who always was so clean and put together, with not a crease on his suit or a hair out of place, suddenly be seen with a whole leaf resting on his hair.

“It’s just— Okay, stay still. Maybe bend down a bit, you got something in your hair.” The grin was very evident in your voice, but despite his curiosity, he complied without questions. Once you snatched the leaf off, you waved it in front of his face. “Guess what I found.”

He stared at the leaf, seemingly at a loss for only a split second before he gave an amused chuckle. “How interesting. You have my thanks for removing it.”

“Yeah, of course. Though you looked pretty cute with it stuck in your hair.” You grinned cheekily.

He smiled in return, flashing a bit of his teeth. “Oh? Is that so? Maybe I should walk under trees more often.”

You merely laughed, and nudged his hand with your own to interlock your fingers. “Then come on, we’ve still got plenty of forest to walk through. Maybe we’ll both get a shot at it.” You tugged at his arm, leading him down the winding path of treaded dirt and colorful leaves.

Even though it was cold outside, it seemed like the whole world felt warmer with Jade by your side.

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twosroos · 2 years

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all grown up [ch. 8]

roos says ! first writing posted since moving into my dormmmm :D!! im very excited. anyway, hope u guys enjoyyy and pleaseeee leave feedback i love reading what people think >:)! (pls someone find me more bob gifs i feel bad having to use rhett-- and a soft reminder that reblogs mean more than likes!)

desc: the dagger squad being at the house starts to shake things up, especially for you and your siblings. Partly because they think you still hate Bob, but mostly because they're just worried about you.

fluff, a bit angsty?

notable characters: robert "bob" floyd, natasha "phoenix" trace

TWs: alcohol, cursing, mentions of past relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms

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Drinks are being passed around, your hands growing sore from pouring various bottles and grabbing cups in the mini-bar in the pool deck area. Avalon and Gisele help you by passing out the drinks to everyone, while Asher stays back because of his body’s inability to process alcohol. He eagerly takes a mocktail from you, though. In the back of your mind, you remember the day you'd found out about your brother's alcohol intolerance. He'd gotten extremely sick on his twenty-first. Though the both of you had been going drink-to-drink all night, you assumed he had too much.

Then he started to have severe chest pains, you could feel his quick heavy heartbeat against his shirt and see it in his throat, he was pale, flushed, and clammy all at the same time. Too ad onto that, for a few minutes he couldn't breathe or see properly, and then he passed out slumped on your then seventeen-year-old shoulder.

Yeah. It had been an interesting night.

Asher looks across the yard, murmuring something to his boyfriend-- Robyn, as he stares at Bob. Robyn hummed, smacking Asher's shoulder as he whispered, "It's been a decade, Ash. Maybe he's changed."

Asher gave an unimpressed shrug and you huffed, fishing a bottle of Tito's out from your mother's hands as you whipped around and tried to ignore your siblings. Even if you owed them an explanation, you weren't sure how ready you were to give one. To distract yourself, you quickly mix up a drink for Bob, Tito’s Lemonade. Something you'd noticed was his favorite. Dodging a stare from Gisele, you walk over and hand the cup to Bob, the Tito's still in hand.

"You make the best drinks," He smiles, a hand coming up to hold your arm as he says it.

"And you're already tipsy." You hum, tilting the bottle to top off his drink a bit more as a joke.

Bob goes to open his mouth, the words, "On you" leaving before PHoenix wolf whistles and you hear Fanboy snort, watching as Molly sticks her tongue out to Phoenix (who does it back) before speaking.

“Little Robert’s drinking alcohol!” Phoenix grins from where she lounges with her drink. She lifts her sunglasses and squints as if trying to get a better look from her spot only a few feet away from Bob and Fanboy.

Rooster, who's next to her, laughs along, a small smile as he speaks, “for real?”

“He’s always had alcohol?” You muse as you hand the Tito's to Avalon, so she can bring the bottle to your mom. The sliding door squeaks as Penny slips out, pushing Maverick and grinning at him when he sends her a look of 'what the fuck was that for?' Penny comes over to where you're standing, her hand balancing a bowl against her hip.

"He never takes anything to drink when he's at The Hard Deck." She hums and Bob huffs out a small laugh, adjusting his glasses as he looks up at you before casting his gaze slowly across the yard until he settles back on your frame. Molly curls against his side, her head resting on his shoulder as she happily accepts a drink from Avalon, a virgin martini in a small travel mug.

"I drank too much in high school." Bob laments, his accent coming out a bit thicker with the alcohol in his chest, "My mom found out the day I left for Bootcamp and her Hennessy was empty. She made me promise to stop drinking, so I did... at least until I turned twenty-one and it was legal to do. It's just a weird habit for me now to not drink anything. God, I swear working out more made me into a lightweight."

"You were al-co-mol-hall-tic," Molly says, thinking she's being matter-of-fact, but when the pilots start to giggle her face falls until Bob tells her the right pronunciation and she groans as she hides her face and kicks her foot out to splash Fanboy.

"Molly!" Genevieve whines from where your mother sits with her on a raft by Sarah and Ice, who sit on the edge of the pool next to Carole and Goose, MAverick joining them with a few different cups of various drinks he hands out.

"What, Gen?" Molly perks up.

"No roughhousing before dinner," Genevieve huffs, and in a perfect replica of her mother's voice she shouts, "It's bad for your digestion!"

"My digestion is too strong." Molly declares, crossing her arms, and Bob takes a chance to hand you his cup before he moves forward with Molly in one arm and she shrieks as he manages to grab her by the waist and chuck her up, sending her splashing the older adults on the other side of the pool.

"That was cruel!" Carole laughs, watching as Molly lights up.

"Again!" She screams, and Genevieve's sliding off the raft she's on, declaring it should be her turn instead. You hear the sliding door open, and glance over to see Jenny exiting the doorway with stacks of plates and such in her hands.

"Dinner's ready, guys! Hamburgers, chicken, hot dogs... and roasted veggies! We also have a bunch of chips and such!" Tom calls from where he's standing by the grill, and slowly people begin to make their way out of the pool. Bob gets one more throw of each kid in, Goose declaring he was gonna swim over and knock him out, which Maverick said was a terrible idea. As you walk back over to the bar, your mother catches your gaze and waves you over.

"I'm worried about your siblings and Rob." she whispers once you're in earshot, "Asher and Gisele are really mad at him, hon. Any reason why?"

"The last time I talked to them about Bob was right after he'd left for boot camp." You sigh, crossing your arms, "So they kinda hate him for me."

"But you don't hate him anymore?"

"Yeah, but the twins and Asher don't know we had a sort of heart-to-heart." You look over at your brother, watching as he kind of purposefully walks the long way through your yard so he doesn't have to be near Bob. Your chest tightens, blood boiling your skin in something akin to protectiveness.

"Okay. Let me know if I need to talk to sense into any of 'em." Your mom smiles, squeezing your arm, before leaving to go get food. Now that no one else is around, you make yourself a drink and tell yourself to keep calm and try your hardest to not want to kill everyone in your general vicinity. The alcohol will take the edge off, or so you hope.

"Hey," Halo's head pops around the little fence separating the bar from the rest of the pool area, and you glance up as you finish off adding some margarita mix to your tequila, scotch, whiskey, and basically every type of alcohol possible. It wasn't a coping mechanism, you swore to yourself, except it definitely was.

"Do you have any vegetarian stuff?" she asks and you hum, setting the Don Julio bottle back in its holder as you grab your drink and make your way over to where she anxiously rocks from foot to foot in her flip-flops and full body neon green bathing suit. It made her look super tan.

"Avalon doesn't eat red meat, so we might have some Beyond Burgers? Those plant-based ones?" You say, guiding her over to your house and letting her inside, "How long have you been vegetarian?"

"Since I was... nineteen? I got that red meat allergy from Lymes, so I just decided to become vegetarian because I had always wanted to. I would be vegan, but considering food in the Navy is limited I'd have to wait a long time before I could do that." She explains as you both enter the kitchen. Halo pauses by the table while you walk to the freezer and pop it open.

"Do you guys do those... what are they called, oh! MRE's! Do you guys have vegetarian ones?" You ask as you bend down and begin rummaging through various boxes and other assorted items. Your mom must've driven to Publix or Kroger because your local mom-and-pop grocer didn't have all of this stuff.

"Some are vegetarian-ish. But, not many that I've seen have been fully vegetarian. Maybe I missed 'em." She chuckles and then claps when you stand up with a box of plant-based burgers in hand.

"I'll have Tom throw these on the grill for you," You smile, and Halo nods.

"Thanks, and tell him I say thanks too! Isn't he Bob's dad?" Halo asks as you rip two out of the box and toss the box back in the freezer. As you hip bump it closed and carry the burgers in their plastic over to the backyard, you look back.

"Bob's stepdad." You muse and she nods, before quickly slipping out of the door and calling over to Tom with a grin. You look across the yard, eyes bouncing from group to group as they eat. Eventually, your eyes settle on Avalon and Gisele, who sit across from Aspen and Robyn. The look you're given by your brother makes you realize that, at some point, you'd have to have this conversation with them anyway.

Tom sets a plate Jenny made up for you in your hands and ushers you over, that all-knowing look in his eyes. It was something the majority of the adults in your life shared, an insane amount of observance.

You end up settling between Avalon and Robyn, knowing the two had purposefully left a seat open in that spot so they could act as buffers for you against your siblings. You secretly appreciate the sentiment.

"So." Aspen starts, "What's with Rob?"

You sigh, "Straight for it, huh?"

"We wanna know," Gisele sighs, "You're all over him, practically."

"That's a bit dramatic." Robyn hums, shoving fries in his mouth, Gisele sends a glare at him. You scoff, grabbing your drink and taking a long swig as you try to keep your face steeled against the strength of the alcohol in it. You probably should've made a normal martini instead.

"Well, he came back a couple of days ago. I was pissed he was here because I thought I hated him. I was mad at him for the shit he pulled before leaving for Bootcamp, as anyone would be. We got stuck in a storm and had an argument that led to us both being in tears, so I think we kinda worked it out." You explain, "I've spent time catching him up on things, and he's opened his heart to me about things he's gone through and such. We clicked back together and suddenly it's like... I dunno, I can breathe right again. He fits like a missing puzzle piece in this family and I knew that there was no way for me to completely avoid him... no matter how much I wanted to. And I'm glad I gave him a second chance."

Avalon pats your back twice, giving you a soft smile as she looks across the table at Aspen, "I'm glad you both could stop being mad at each other. You hadn't been the same after Rob left for camp, always so snippy and angry. It faded a bit when you went to college and made more friends there, but now I feel like you're finally coming back to us fully."

"Yeah," Gisele nods, "I agree with Av. Seeing you mix up drinks, laughing with the pilots... that wouldn't have happened eight years ago."

"That wouldn't have happened last year," Aspen butts in after taking a swig of his bet, "I'm just weary about you jumping back into a relationship."

"Especially after Mike," Gisele mumbles, a hand coming up to block the chips she's shoveled into her mouth. Robyn hums in agreeance, washing down his burger with what you think is just a normal soda. Next to you, Avalon nods as she folds her hands under her chin. Darting your eyes away from her, you watch across the table as Aspen pushes his salad around before he meets your eyes and speaks.

"Yeah, especially because Mike's back. Chris told me he got a job in Myrtle as a contractor. He's living in a hotel there when he has to work, and coming back home when he's off for more than a few days. Y/n, there's a high chance Mike will be at the party."

"Who cares?" You huff out a laugh, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in your gut or the way you suddenly feel a chill in the air, "If he even comes within ten feet of this party, someone is gonna knock him on his ass."

"And that's not what I meant about Mike," Gisele sighs as she picks up her drink and swirls it, a nervous happy you remember her doing since she was young, "You know how hard it was with Mike when he was away. He was only a few hours away, at most, and you could always call him or text him if you missed him. With Robby, you’re not gonna know what he's doing half the time when he’s days, even weeks, away from you. The Navy may only allot him like ten minutes to call, and that would be generous. You might have to stick to just emails. Y/n, I don't want to see your heart broken again.”

You look over to the pilots, watching as Hangman's blindfolded in front of the dartboard. Jenny is betting something while Tom shakes his head, and you can tell Hangman's gloating by the way Phoenix playfully shoves him to disorient him and Fanboy and Payback try to convince your mom to not make a bet on whatever's about to happen. Bob's watching, arms crossed over his bare chest as he leans over to your mom with some sort of explanation and she laughs.

"You've got the lovesick look, honey," Robyn hums, squeezing your shoulder, "Asher's told me he's afraid you'll be hurt, just like the rest of your siblings. But also, I know that they'd want you to be happy no matter what."

"Maybe wait a bit," Avalon hums, "That's what I had to do with Hannah. Now she's working towards being an admiral. We're praying that she'll get a station to stay at before we get married."

"Maybe." You hum internalizing what your siblings (plus Robyn) had said. It was all true. Mike was an asshole, and you'd been hurt by him for months (even before the split), and even if you knew you probably should wait for this relationship it was so exciting to feel like you were in love again. You felt every rushing emotion from high school throwing itself in your chest again, and when you look over again after sliding your plate away, it's no surprise to see Bob watching you.

What you would give to let yourself just fall into his arms. But it was too late, you'd promised you wouldn't go there. Now, you knew if you fell you'd never get back up. And that was absolutely terrifying. But you steel your heart, lock it up and throw away the key, so you can stand and walk over to his giddy smile as Hangman (after being spun around) narrowly misses a bullseye.

"That near bullseye was bullshit." Maverick announces and the pilots laugh, and you gaze across the yard to see your sisters, escorting Amelia around. The three girls are currently talking to Halo, Omaha, Harvard, Yale, and Payback at a table near the darts. Next to them sits Ice and Goose, who watch as Sarah and Carole attempt cornhole. Your mom and Jenny watch from the other team, throwing out tips, while Tom carries stuff inside with help from your siblings.

You glance back over when Maverick slaps a ten-dollar bill in Hangman's hand and cuffs his shoulder with a headshake as he makes his way over to where Penny sits off to the side with Phoenix, Coyote, and Fanboy. And when Hangman offers for someone else to play while he goes back in the pool, Bob meets your eyes.

"No." You immediately say and the party, or those who heard, start to laugh.

"Come on!" Bob shouts, wrapping an arm around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. You squeal, laughing as you fall against him and he smiles into the skin on your neck. He smells like pine and cinnamon, it makes you want to kiss him even more.

"One game, for me?" he begs, giving you puppy dog eyes that make you sigh dramatically before you nod.

"One game of darts." You declare and he cheers, untangling his arm from your waist to grab your hand and pull you over with him.

An hour, and maybe five games of darts and two drinks later, you find yourself settled in the pool. Bob had left to show most people where they'd be sleeping for the next few days, and now you sat with Phoenix, Fanboy, and Coyote in the pool as most everyone else had gone inside. It was super late now, nearing midnight, and though you knew you should be heading to bed since you had to be up at four, you couldn't find it in yourself to feel tired.

"So." Phoenix kicks her raft off the side of the pool and you look over as she drifts towards where you float aimlessly in your floaty.

"Hm?" You look over from where Coyote was showing you pictures of his baby cousin on his phone, his legs kicking idly in the water as he sat on the ledge next to Fanboy's raft.

"Bob?" She says and you give her a look, so she continues, "You have to have a crush on him or something."

"Oh please say you do, I've never seen him look at someone like that, not even Talia." Fanboy awes and you give an odd look.

"Who's Talia?" You ask and Coyote kicks Fanboy's raft, sending him drifting to the other side of the pool.

"No one important, she's his ex." Coyote quickly covers, but the way he stares over at Fanboy tells you something different. With a soft splash, Fanboy quickly dips into the water and then out of the pool. That alone tells you there's a lot more to the story.

"Talia," Phoenix hooks her leg onto the pole of the steps, just like you were doing, so she could stay near the conversation, "is a fucking bitch. It's not our place to tell what went down between them but if you need to know anything, just know that when Bob got hurt she didn't even ask anyone if he was okay. Never, not once."

You think back to the look in Bob's eyes when you'd told him about Mike, and note not only the protective look in it but the way he'd also seemed upset. You'd assumed it was a side effect of the anger, but maybe it was something else entirely.

"He doesn't talk about her. I think he kinda forced himself to forget her after the accident, but that's not important." Coyote waves a hand, "Why won't you make a move on Robby there?"

"For one, it's none of your business, but this stays between us. I'm worried that if I do those things, open my heart to him, and be vulnerable like that... something will happen. He'll get hurt or something. Being a pilot, even a WSO, is dangerous. I don't know if I'm able to be so open like that again." You sigh gently, tapping your feet along the edge of the pool, "He was my best friend for years, I can't lose him. It's selfish but I can't. Especially if we become more."

"Being in love with Navy is hard." Phoenix sighs, "but you and Rob have something special, I can see it. I'm not gonna push you towards him, hoping you'll fall in love but I don't know if It'll be as bad as you think it will be."

"I might just wait." You announce, eyes staring up to the stars. After maybe another half hour of pointless talking, Coyote announces he's off to bed, and you decide to get out too. Before you can fully leave though, Phoenix stops you, and what she says stays in your head for the rest of the night.

"I promise you, he loves you. It won't be a mistake."

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Not So Rock-Hearted || Floyd (Trolls) x Reader

a/n: AHH, HAPPY NEW YEARS/EVE EVERYONE! i decided to get this chapter finish, so you can start off the new year with your favorite emo troll :3 hehe, anyway have a fun read! likes/reblogs are appreciated, and asks are welcomed

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vi. The Energy Shifting

You watch Floyd tune his guitar to his satisfaction while you sit on the floor, holding your guitar in front of you. He runs through the strings for the final time before smiling and settling down in front of you.

“Sorry that took a while.” He says.

“No worries, I know how it is.” You chuckles. “Wanna go first?” You tilt your head to his guitar, gesturing for him to play.

“You don’t want to?” He raises a brow and gives a sided smile.

“Sly pop troll.” You comment, smirking a bit and squinting your eyes. “What do I get?” You lean back.

“Hmm… Let’s play a game. For every song that we play, we get to ask each other a question.” Floyd smiles, and you hum. You position your fingers on the strings of a song you’re already thinking of.

You look back up to him, meeting his eyes with a relaxed smirk, your eyes half-lidded as you let out a short laugh. “I hope you have a lot of songs ready, Cotton Candy.” You don’t catch his eyes widening and blinking at your comment. You play the opening riff to one of your favorite rock songs for a bit before ending and looking at him again.

He claps for a bit, and you playfully bow your head. “Ask away.” He leans back, his body supported by his bed behind him.

“Hmm…” You tap the body of your guitar gently as you think before a question comes up. “Oh, what was your role in the band?” You ask, adjusting so that you're leaning your elbows on the side of your guitar.

“Oh, that’s…” He chuckles, bashfully scratching the back of his head as his eyes avert you. “I was the sensitive one in the band.” He looks back at you with a shy smile, the curve reaching his eyes slightly.

“Shut up…” You snicker, leaning a bit forward. “You were the emo one?”

“Hey, one song, one question.” Floyd points, laughing lightly as you raise your hands in surrender.

“You’re right.” You say, but one of your raised hands twists at the wrist to face him. “Then, I believe it’s your turn.” You watch as he sits up straight as your hands return to your guitar, his hands on his as well.

When his hands are in position, he glances up at you briefly before smiling and beginning to play a song. When he sings lyrics, it takes you back a bit, but it physically brings you forward in hopes of hearing him as clearly as possible (you’re psyching yourself, come on).

His voice is soft, and the song he sings is different from the ones you’ve heard from Brozone. You can tell he’s only singing the chorus because of how short his performance is, but it excites you for more later.

“I didn’t know we were supposed to be singing.” You mumble, your chest light when your eyes meet again.

“I just prefer to, but you don’t have to.” He replies, chuckling softly.

“Is that a Brozone song?” You ask, tilting your head slightly but he shakes his head as he chuckles again.

“You don’t play fair, huh?” He smirks slightly and your eyes widen a bit, your cheeks tinting embarrassingly. “It’s my turn to ask a question.”

“Yeah, yeah…” You wave a dismissive hand, clearing your throat with a fist.

“Are rock trolls really as edgy as they appear?” You snort at his question, quickly shaking your head with a sided grin.

“Maybe, maybe not.” You reply, not directly answering the question.

“Come on, that’s not an answer.” Floyd pries. You hum, your face softening when you meet his eyes, and you see how they were waiting for you to speak.

“No, not really. If anything, we’re actually pretty lazy.” You run a hand through your hair. “To you, it looks cool, edgy,” you explain. “But we feel the same things as every other troll, we’re just a little more rough up front.” You shrug your shoulders, preparing your fingers to play another song.

“Hm…” Floyd hums. “It’s a good thing that you’re the first rock troll I know. You don’t seem too rough around the edges.” Your head looks up from the guitar at his comment, raising a brow.

“Am I not cool to you, Cotton Candy?” You tilt your head.

“You are cool. I’m just saying that…” He pauses as he tries to properly form his thoughts. “I think that you’re less rough side, is just as interesting as the rest of you.”

You blink, shying your eyes away from him to the guitar. You can feel your cheeks slightly warm up as you reply, “Thanks…” You reply softly. “You’re interesting too.” You return the compliment before beginning to play a new song.

When you finish and lock eyes with his again, he nods his head as a gesture to you to ask your question. “That song you sang… Did you write that?” You ask, smiling a bit.

He chuckles. “It’s one of my many, yes.”

“I liked it. Your voice suits the song.” You say, watching him subtly place a hand on his throat for a moment as he chuckles.

“Thank you… I wrote a lot when I went on a solo career.” He follows, and your ears perk up. Now you know what to ask next. “My turn,” he says, playing another one of his songs on the guitar, his voice calm.

You clap similarly to how he clapped for you earlier once he was finished, chuckling.

“You said you liked my song. Do you really not enjoy pop songs anymore?” Your smile falters as your eyes flutter a bit, turning your eyes to the floor. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel like it.” He quickly reassures, and you glance at him with a weak, sided smile before closing yor eyes.

You take a breath in. “It’s fine, I was just surprised by your question.” You explain, running a thumb over a string on your electric guitar. “To answer, I don’t sing pop anymore. I’m not saying I can’t, maybe I still can, but you know…” You shrug a shoulder. “It’s easier for me to express myself with rock music now, but I’m not against other genres. I still enjoy some pop songs, actually.” You chuckle.

“Really?” Floyd tilts his head and you tut him.

“One song, one question.” You remind him of his rules and he blinks. He chuckles and watches you position your hands to play another song. “Can’t seem to follow your own rules, hm?” You smirk before glancing down to focus on the song you’re playing.

“I like that one.” Floyd comments when you finish the riff.

You smile before relaxing your grip on your guitar to ask your question. “So, you mentioned having a solo career? What happened to being in a band?” You tilt your head and Floyd’s face noticeably darkens.

His brows furrow, and his lip bites itself. He hides his eye underneath his bang again, tightly gripping the guitar. Your face softens in worry.

“Floyd? Sorry, did I..? You don’t have to answer that one if you don’t want to…” Your voice is unsure as your hand comes toward him to comfort him, but it stops mid air. You flinch it back when he inhales deeply and his face softens, raising a hand.

“It’s fine. You didn’t know… but I don’t think I can answer that yet. Maybe next time.” Floyd gives you a smile, relaxing his grip on the guitar. You frown, and he notices it. “It’s okay, really.”

“Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to make you feel bad.” You murmur, shifting to get ready to stand up. “I can go if-”

“No, please.” Floyd reaches out to you and you stiffen. “Stay.” He tells you, placing a hand on the side of your guitar to keep you where you were. “Really, it’s okay. You didn’t mean it, don’t be sorry.” He says softly, moving his bangs to show the sincerity in his eyes. There’s light in them—light that hopes you'll take his word.

You meet his eyes, but avert them to his hand on your guitar. You blink, taking a moment to think. When you look up again, his eyes never waver with that glint. “Okay…” You murmur, and his face brightens until it reaches his eyes.

“You can ask me another question.” Floyd pulls his hand away from your guitar, nudging his head gently as he leans back with a smile.

You blink as you try to think about another question. “What do you think of your brothers?” You ask, what you think is, a safe question.

“They’re the best brothers anyone could ask for.” Floyd chuckles. “We’ve had our bumpy moments, but I’m glad to finally be with them again.” He taps on his guitar lightly, and the way he answers leaves you more curious.

Your face relaxes at his smile while he thinks of his brothers. “Do you still want to play?” You ask softly.

“I’m okay if you’re okay.” You nod your head at his reply and he smiles a bit wider as he gets ready for another song. He plays a quick chorus, but his voice helps you further relax again. You stare at each other for a bit before Floyd asks his question, “Do…” He hesitates a moment. “Do you want to-”

“Floyd, are you in there?” Poppy interrupts him, asking if he’s seen you around. “It’s getting late and Barb wants to say goodbye before she goes back!”

You both turn to the direction of her voice before lowly getting up, Floyd opening the door to his pod to reveal the both of you inside. Outside were Poppy, Viva, Barb, and Floyd’s brothers on a branch right outside the pod.

“There you are! I was worried you got glitter bombed somewhere.” Barb is the first one to speak up, and you snicker, stepping out of Floyd’s pod to walk to her. “So..?” She smirks, crossing her arms and tilting her head.

You squint your eyes and cock your head to the side. “Not tonight, Barb.” She raises her hands in surrender, and you shake your head with a short laugh.

“Enjoy your weekend, alright? I’ll see you soon.” Barb holds out her fist, and you bump it with yours. “Don’t rock too hard without me.” She winks, nudging you with her elbow which makes you groan, and her laugh.

“You make me not want to go back after the weekend.” You sarcastically remark, crossing your arms.

“I’m sure you’d enjoy that extended time, huh?” She teases, and you’re blushing now.

“Get home safe, Barb.” You grit through a smile, waving her goodbye. She laughs one last time as she walks away, waving at you. When she jumps down the tree, you stop waving and keep an eye on her until she’s out of sight.

“Yay, another slumber party!” Viva exclaims, rushing to pick you up in a hug. You smile, trying to hug her back as best you can. “We’ll make peppermint candy necklaces tonight.” She whispers as she sets you down.

“That sounds great, Veev.” You smile.

“Were you guys just in here the whole time?” Bruce tilts his head and raises a brow.

You turn your head away; your blush hasn’t yet faded from Barb’s teasing. “We were just getting to know each other more.” Floyd answers for the both of you, stepping forward with a smile.

“Woah, is that a new guitar?” Clay points out his guitar, your gift, with a surprised grin. “Flexin’ that talent, I see, I see.” He nods approvingly, pursing his lips.

“It was a gift.” He glances to you, and you catch his gaze for a moment. The rest of them look amongst each other and connect the dots, Poppy and Viva giggling amongst themselves.

“Well, we better get some shut eye so we can wake up early and get straight to the fun tomorrow!” Poppy announces, receiving agreements from all over the group.

“You sleepin’ with us in the bunker tonight, Floyd?” Clay asks, catching his younger brother’s attention. The rest of his brothers had begun walking in the direction of Branch’s bunker.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll catch up in a bit.” Floyd replies, waving his hand to indicate that Clay and the rest of his brothers can go on ahead. Clay nods, making his way down the tree to catch up with his brothers.

“Wanna start our sleepover?” Viva turns to you with a grin. When your arms unfurl with a smile to answer, but Floyd speaks up again, rather hurriedly.

“Actually, I just need to ask a question if it’s okay.” He says, stepping next to you. The sisters’ eyes widen at his actions.

“Oh, that’s totally okay!” Viva replies, smiling and slipping her hand around Poppy’s arm as she looks at you. “We’ll be waiting at the pod, okay?”

“Oh…” You blink repeatedly, confused. “Yeah, okay. I’ll see you guys there.” You wave each other goodbye before looking to Floyd. You remember that he didn’t finish his question earlier. “Oh, you got interrupted by Poppy, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What is it that you were gonna ask?” You turn to face him, curious.

You watch as he breathes in deeply, looking down at his feet before looking back to you. “Remember how I said that you’re less rough side is interesting?” You nod your head slowly, and he continues. “I think that everything about you is interesting, and I was hoping to get to know you better.”

You feel your cheeks heat up again, your hand coming up to hold your arm.

“I was gonna ask…” He takes another deep breath. “Do you want to spend tomorrow together?”

You blink as your eyes widen. “What? Like… just the two of us?” You ask, and he nods with a nervous look in his eye.

“If it’s okay with you.” He smiles softly, but there’s still a nervous glint in his eyes.

You take a moment to think, your heart racing in your chest. Your blush has reached to the tips of your ears at the thought of spending the weekend with Floyd. You want to, but there’s a part inside of you that’s saying this is dangerous, that this good thing will be taken away from you. But you remember Barb’s words, and let that fear subside and hope emerge. You want this. So…

“Okay… I’d like that, Cotton Candy.” You smile softly, and the light in his eye highlights how bright his entire face morphs at your reply. You’re both happy. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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boognish-worshipper · 3 years

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Midnight City AU

this is an au where the main characters are all young adults!! (or millennials ig? they’re in their 20s basically) i gave a rundown of what’s what on a diff post,, i’m also splitting it up into diff chapters,, so this is gonna take a looooong time to finish. i’m posting this before i nitpick my writing to the max

it’s basically a lot of references to that point in time, artists, pop culture etc. all the chapters are named after songs from that era (including the name of this au bc i love midnight city and what better way to describe LS ‼️), and the lyrics r usually connected to what the chapter’s about, or about a character dynamic :D i hope this isn’t too cheesy, or sounds off ig. any typos in this were probably over looked bc i constantly reread my writing and rearrange stuff and make sure it sounds good 🥳 hope y’all enjoy !!! i’m also including a tag to find the chapters under :)

//Chapter 1: Crimewave

Trevor would never, ever admit it, but he had fallen into the category known as “post-hipster”. This was a strange era that began culminating, taking LS by storm. Whether he liked it or not, he could never avoid it. Even if he swore up and down he wasn’t like them, it was practically a paradox. Saying he wasn’t like them just made him a branched off version of the thing he denounced. Each aesthetic that was churned out as the 2010s rolled in were tied to a style, a sound, and Trevor couldn’t care less. It’s not like people liked what he liked. He didn’t belong to anything in particular, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t like them. If anything, he just became another obscure genre in the mix.

One of his favorite music groups was a Canadian duo called Crystal Castles. He enjoyed a good number of their songs, developing an interest for electropunk and pop punk. There was something unique about the sound, and it made Trevor feel special, like he discovered some sort of hidden treasure. He was into pop punk groups like Paramore too, but it was something about them that was just different. People knew Paramore. He often lingered around Sterling Lake, where other post-irony hipsters and classic hipsters resided, careful not to fully associate with them. After all, he apparently despised them, even though he participated in their strange… “culture”. If you could even call it that. From time to time he would find himself discussing his favorite artists with whatever semi-normal person was there, making a couple friends himself who weren’t the snooty kind he’d grown used to.

They all loved talking about how exceptional their taste in music was, a wide variety of people hanging around with their own cliques. Some liked Fall Out Boy, while others liked Blink-182, and then there were the weirdos who liked groups like Radiohead. Most of those guys were whiny, proclaiming how misunderstood they were. He knew maybe one Radiohead song at most (he definitely, definitely never cried to “Creep” and even if he did, so what) but never found himself willingly getting into their music. Then you had the nosedivr crowd, which consisted of mostly girls, and the occasional hipster guy that defected. Their taste was.. alright. Consisted of artists like Lana Del Ray and Marina and the Diamonds, who were their idols. He found almost everyone there besides the few friends he made kind of edgy, and not in the cool way. But he figured all hipsters and guys like them were kind of uncool. Don’t even get him started on those other indie rock types. God. He still came back as often as he could though, establishing some kind of routine. Most people there avoided him anyway, which he preferred. He had enough troubles with them in the past. There was one day he grew tired of the people gawking at him, and he launched a hipster right into the lake. So yeah, nobody within their right mind so much as looked in his direction. That was just how he rolled.

Today, he sat on a nearby bench in Sterling Lake’s park, watching some ducks float on water. His usual friends had been there too, seeing his clowncore buddy Wade with his cousin Floyd. Wade was extremely different than the pretentious fucks around them. He had a shit ton of piercings, and ICP was his favorite music group. Floyd on the other hand, fit right in. Almost too much, like it was something he was forced to do. But he did genuinely enjoy Weezer, of all things you could enjoy. Wade started waving at Trevor, while Floyd hid behind him. All he did was awkwardly wave back, turning his attention back to the lake. He liked Wade, but the clown stuff he wore sometimes spooked him. He didn’t pay much mind to his relative. Looking back across the water, he saw someone new, observing the area. Some dude a little above the average height, hands in his pockets walking around. He seemed a bit lost, and Trevor figured he should help if he was. After all, what was this guy doing here? New people didn’t show up often.

“Hey bud, you lost or something?”

“Oh uh, nah not really. I’m just looking for this girl I met a while ago, said she hangs out around here?”

“What she look like? I’m here pretty often.”

“Uhh kinda short, dark brownish hair? Wears fishnet stockings, high waisted shorts or whatever those grunge people are into.”

“Let me guess, she into the Neighborhood?”

“How’d you know?”

“Yeah, that’s Amanda, she’s a bit of a regular. Not too fond of me I must say.”

“How come?”

“She’s just petty towards me.” He said with a shrug. He didn’t feel like relaying his encounters with her if the guy was dating her or something.

“Oh… well d’ya think you could help me find her? I don’t really know anybody else here. I could actually use the help, since you know her.”

“Eh sure, why not.”

It’s not like he had anything better to do. The two began to walk around the park, gravel and dirt crunching beneath their feet.

“So.. what’s this place about?” The strange guy asked.

“Hm? Oh, it’s just one of those places the hipster folks meet up I guess. Don’t understand it much myself, nor do I really like them.”

“Then why do you come here?”

“Dunno. It’s relatively peaceful, those freaks keep to themselves.”

The man, who was only a smidge shorter than Trevor, glared up at him.

“Hey man, don’t call my girl a freak.”

“Ehh I don’t really count her in with the generic skinny jean wearing hipsters. More of a.. what is it called.. nosedivr type. Whatever that stupid website’s called. Why do you think she dresses like that?”

“Huh.. Never really thought to ask her.”

As he thought about the stuff Amanda wore, he took note of how the man next to him was dressed. He sported an olive jacket with a black turtle neck, and a plain pair of jeans. He wore beat up black converse to top it off, and a pair of Rimmers sunglasses sat upon his head. He looked simple, yet distinguished with the way he presented himself, hair neatly combed back. He figured the two would look nice standing next to one another. They would’ve made an attractive couple, if they weren’t dating already, the kind that turns heads. Trevor wasn’t like them. He wore a black beanie over his mullet, and his favorite pair of red Dix sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. The rest of his fit looked disheveled. He had thrown on a wrinkled top, solid black with little surf boards and cars along the bottom- he was a sucker for Hawaiian shirts. His pants were tan colored but had some bleach stains, with old combat boots on his feet.

“Yeah, we may not like each other but I don’t really consider her a freak like those guys.”

He jutted a thumb in the direction of a circle of guys huddled around a phone. The man holding the phone had strawberry blonde hair and a clean outfit on. An expensive looking outfit.

“Who are they?”

“The people here I absolutely cannot fucking stand. The genuine hipsters.”

“Oh.. and you’re..?”

“I’m my own kind. I’m not like these losers, all uppity and shit.”

“Right. Gotcha.”

They walked around a bit more before finding the group Amanda was with. She sat on a bench, chatting with a few girls who dressed similarly to her. All of them had black incorporated into their style. She herself had a black jumper on, tucked neatly into the front of her jean shorts. Just like the guy described, she had fishnets on under them, skater shoes to match. Loose braids fell on her shoulders, and a small black choker was wrapped around her neck.

“Oh, there he is now! Babe! Over here!”

She narrowed her eyes upon seeing Trevor standing next to him.

“Hello, Trevor.” She huffed.

“Relax, I was helping your boyfriend or whatever look for you.”

Her face softened slightly, but still kept a small glare in his direction. She pressed her lips together tight before replying.

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Yup.”

The man turned to face Trevor, sticking out a hand.

“Hey, thanks for showing me around. Trevor, is it?”

“Don’t wear it out.”

He shook his hand, noticing how soft it was. It was in stark contrast to his own, which was rough and calloused.

“Name’s Michael. I’ll see you around most likely? Thanks again.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

Amanda huffed again, nudging Michael’s shoulder.

“Let’s go hun, Bean Machine closes soon!”

“I’m comin’ I’m comin’!”

The two sauntered off, hand in hand. Trevor stood dumbly, watching them walk away. He was right. They did look good together. He wondered if he would actually see this Michael again, kicking a rock. He went back to the bench he originally sat at, putting his earbuds in, listening to some Crystal Castles again to pass the time. The beat thumped in his ears, and all he could think was how much better this shit was compared to that club music shit that played on every radio station in a 5 foot radius. He sat there, scrolling through his own secret nosedivr account, reblogging some photo of a lit cigarette. Right before a hand touched his shoulder causing him to jump.

“What the fuck- Oh. Ron.”

Ron was another friend of Trevor’s, a guy he had met outside one of the iFruit stores talking about how “they’re tapping the phones they sell in there!” and all that conspiracy nonsense. He was a paranoid guy, but Trevor kind of liked that about him. Those were the kind of freaks he liked. He was shorter than Trevor, sort of frail in stature. He wore a bright red windbreaker over a faded tourist tee that read “I went to Liberty City and all I got was this lousy t-shirt!”, along with khaki colored cargo shorts. It didn’t help that he wore some goofy looking bucket hat, and socks with sandals. He dressed like someone’s middle aged father.

“Trevor! Have you seen Wade around anywhere?”

“Last I checked, he was with Floyd.”

“Did he say where he was going?”

“Uh no, but my best bet is they went to that vinyl shop Floyd’s girlfriend works at.”

“Will ya come with me to find him?”

“Now why the fuck would I do that? What do you need him for?”

“Well I- I uh- um..”

“I uh! I uh! Spit it out Ron!”

“It’s about the Merryweather Night Club.”

Merryweather was a big organization that had a wide range of private clubs all over the country, and complimentary body guards to suit. They were all expensive as fuck, and anywhere they settled jacked up the prices of everything else. A lot of neighborhoods became gentrified as a result, and people actually considered it a good thing. What a fucking joke. Trevor of course couldn’t stand it. He hated bullies, and Merryweather was no exception. He’d been wanting to dismantle the club since they settled in LS, seeing as they only amplified the fake feel of the city. Let’s just say he’s gotten into more than a few scuffles with the club. And let’s just say it ended with someone getting stabbed as a result. The guy had it coming to him anyway. Between bouncers and the clubbers, they didn’t like Trevor or his kind loitering around the joint. It didn’t stop him from plotting some sort of revenge though. Ron per usual was on board, his reason being Merryweather’s violent history that had been swept under the rug. They were rather forceful relocating people who had lived in certain neighborhoods for years, Ron being one of their victims. Wade only decided to tag along because he wanted to be included.

“Ah fuck, what’d those bastards do now?”

“They’re throwing some big party!”

“…What fucking for?”

“All I know some guy’s coming to visit, somebody they labeled important and he’s-“

“Woah woah woah wait, Ron. Who?”

“Steve Haines.” He breathed out, careful not to be overheard.

Trevor’s eyes widened, his gaze shooting over to the posse he had poked fun of before. Steve was talking to the group, all of them doing that fake laugh they always did. God, even their humor was pretentious.

“Those fucking hipsters!” He hissed.

“I abhor them, you know that-“

“I know. I know. But, that Weston guy’s gonna be there with him-“

“Weston? Devin Weston?”

If Trevor hated hipsters, then he utterly loathed rich daddy’s money boys like Devin Weston. He had only gotten that stupid fucking night club because his father paid Don Percival enough money to let Devin do whatever he pleased with the Merryweather body guards. It was an elitist club, and they only allowed the best of the best in there.

“What the fuck’s going on there?”

“Something to do with those guys he hangs out with. I think they’re doing something major, expansion maybe-”

“And him and Devin are working together or..?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t hear much after that, that’s why I wanted to grab you and Wade and-”

“Then let’s fucking go get him, Ron!”

The two rushed out of there, heading for the vinyl store to look for Wade. Trevor knew a shit storm was coming, and he absolutely couldn’t wait.

//the next chapter’s gonna be longer i promise lolz

#gta v #grand theft auto v #michael de santa #trevor philips #young trikey #franklin clinton #lamar davis #lester crest #amanda de santa #steve haines #midnight city au

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stormgardenscurse · 4 years

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Hi! Thanks for doing my other request! IIIII JUST thought of it! But how about some body switch headcanons for the dorm heads?(you can decide who gets exchanged with who) thank you!

It’s always a delight to see you in my inbox! You’re welcome, and I’ve actually done some headcanons for body-switching with these guys before, linked here and here! But I’ll write a bit more using the same combination of who’s in who’s body.

Thank you for the continuous support by the way, and the same goes for everyone that likes/reblogs my posts - I see and appreciate you lots!! 💌

(Headcanons below the cut!)

Riddle (Malleus)

Okay, it’s embarrassing to admit, but… Riddle is not used to the sudden change in height (especially with the horns.) You have to remind him to be mindful, lest he hits them against something and get hurt from the impact.

You guys are walking through the rose gardens together and he suddenly pauses, seeming to be listening for something. Riddle then leads you to a spot where the hedgehogs have escaped.

Setting aside the fact that he could hear them chattering from there, you now have a new problem on your hands - stopping him from hunting down the culprits that didn’t lock the cages

Leona (Azul)

He’s annoyed that people can sneak up on him easier now (no more animal senses)

But another thing has changed - his napping spots. He’s been looking for colder places to sleep in (this gave Ruggie some trouble with finding him, and you two had to hunt Leona down together)

Leona’s also not as intimidating in this form… People have been approaching him randomly and it’s tiring having to turn them down and leave every time.

Azul (Riddle)

You help him distract Floyd when he tries to annoy him about being a goldfish

You’ve become curious one day and asked Azul if Leona could transform into his merman form, leading to an almost instant panic

He snacks more since he can’t really fit into an octopus pot when he's stressed

If found Riddle will tell him off for feeding his body junk-food

He doesn’t need his glasses anymore while in this form but part of him is unused to it. On the first nights he reflexively goes to take off his glasses before going to bed only to remember that they’re not there

Kalim (Idia)

Rather than him having to adjust to the change, it's the other students that do double-takes when they see 'Idia' smiling so brightly and talking to everyone without a care in the world

Once he got really excited about you coming over for a banquet that his hair kept growing and Jamil had to calm Kalim down before they find out if the stuff could actually burn like real fire

Ortho had a visit to Scarabia to warn him away from doing embarrassing things while in his brother's body, but of course Kalim's response didn't really reassure the boy much, which lead to him monitoring the dorm head with a self-automated drone (Jamil tried disposing of it multiple times but more replacements kept coming to take their place)

Vil (Leona)

Even if this isn’t his body he keeps about his usual routines as usual - Vil was never one to slack off, after all.

The Pomfiore students were already plenty intimidated by his beauty before, but now that he’s in Leona’s form and holding himself with his usual demeanor? Absolutely terrifying. It’s like seeing a switch from a lazing lion to a king. No one dares to cross him.

And seeing as there’s no way that Idia could pull off photo-shoots in his stead, Vil has to either postpone them or attend as Leona.

Idia (Vil)

Constant hiding from Vil because he doesn't want another lecture about how to conduct himself and fixing his posture

Gets annoyed when he finds himself marveling at how perfect Vil's face is when he sees himself in a mirror

Rook stalks him on occasion to keep tabs and makes sure that his dorm head's assets don't get ruined during the period of the body-switch spell (maintenance is hard work, and Vil's done too much for his efforts to go to waste like this)

You can bet they’ll intercept him from pulling all-nighters from gaming, much to his frustration.

Malleus (Kalim)

He gets moments where people approach him to chat, thinking he’s Kalim.

It’s actually kind of funny when Lilia appears at the scene, addressing him as Malleus and spooking them away as they realize their mistake.

Is that some loud chastising they hear from a distance? That’s Sebek telling off the people who’ve wrongly identified Malleus.

Also! The real Kalim may invite Malleus to Scarabia for dinner, like “since you’re in my body it kinda feels weird to not approach you at all, so wouldn’t it be nice to spend some time together? Jamil’s cooking is the best - you’d love it! Oh, and you have guards, right? They can come too - the more the merrier!”

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