#floyd picks his nose sometimes

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ballin'

[wolfiesmoon]

Hiiii! (I hope this is the place to make requests aaaaa haven’t done this in a W H I L E) but can I request pocky challenge headcanons for Floyd, Vil, and Idia? :)

Hope you’re having a great week and I love your writing :D

the way i freaked out over receiving this omg i'm so happy u like my writing😭😭😭

i love pocky challenge fics and you really fed me with the characters you chose since I have like 3467346826428 vil and idia drafts i can't get into rn. also we already know how my brain is rotting over floyd the eel boy at the moment

ALSO ALSO ALSO you aren't dating yet in these!! you're still just friends (but not for long😈)

(@kairiscorner i borrowed ur idea of picking out what flavour would fit them to add a little spice, I hope u don't mind!)

☾⋆⁺₊ Floyd Leech + Pocky Colorful

he gets really excited when you pull out the box of pockies 😆i mean, sharing food with you????? that's, like, the third best thing he can do with you!

and these pockies look rlly funny too, what does "colorful" even taste like? He's kinda in a mood to find out 😌

and gets even MORE excited when you mention the challenge!!!!

I mean, kissing AND sharing food with you?! he calls that a win for sure 😤😤😤😤

you're rlly surprised at how casual he is about it considering you just challenged him to try and kiss you essentially

but okay, i guess it is kinda Floydcore to just casually agree to a pocky game with no blushing or getting flustered (i suppose this means he likes you back??? what a mystery he is...)

you laugh to yourself at the silly grin on his face as u pull out a pocky and place one end into your mouth, leaning towards him to let him take the other end

he does so and you close your eyes, feeling kinda giddy all of a sudden

but you can still feel his downturned peepers staring a hole into you, curious to see every facial movement and reaction you may have👁️👁️

he must be really excited then!! (even if you feel extremely unsettled rn)

you slowly bite down on the stick, getting nervous. you can definitely hear him crunching on it too...

you can feel his breath, your noses bump for a moment and you think "THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT"

but then you hear a *snap* and the pocky falls out of your mouth... what just happened?

"I bit into it a bit too hard..." You open your eyes to see Floyd pouting like a toddler who was told he can't have candy

"It's okay, we can do it again!" you take out another pocky stick, placing the end in your mouth and looking at him expectantly

must be hard having such sharp teeth sometimes💔

"Now I don't feel like it anymore." Floyd huffed, getting up and walking away💀

That little... you still love him anyway tho🤷🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Vil Schoenheit + Apple Yogurt Pocky

initially, he'd refuse since pockies are sweets and he needs to watch his sugar if he wants to keep his model figure and his clear skin

but he supposes sugar is nice to enjoy every once in a while (especially if he gets to share it with you)

but THEN you ask him if he's ever heard of the pocky challenge before😈

"I have heard of it in passing but I don't know what is actually is, why?" he raises an eyebrow, recalling some comments from his fans talking about it after the Pocky commercial he was in

"Becauuuuse, I think you should do it with me." you blink at him innocently before going on to explain the rules and seeing his eyes widen 😌

"So, what you're saying is... If neither of us back out, we kiss?"

WAIT WHAT

You actually expected him to turn you down immediately and chew you out for even making the suggestion since you're just friends but this certainly took a turn for the better

"Precisely." you smirked

"Just so you know, I'm not one to back out once I set my mind onto something." he smirked back at you, taking out a pocky stick from the box and placing it in front of your mouth for you to bite onto

the stick slowly begins to get smaller as your lips inch closer to his and you grip the couch you're currently sat on nervously

You take another bite and suddenly feel his lips on yours🤭

SUCCESS! SUCCESS! SUCCE-

"Oh? This is an interesting flavour~"

wait... you recognise that voice😨

"ROOK?!" the two of you separated and yelled at the same time, then turned your heads to see Rook casually enjoying your Pocky beside you

"Did you both enjoy the flavour as well?" Rook smiled innocently at you, taking out another one from the box

Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, mumbling something under his breath while you just sat there in shock🧍🏻

☾⋆⁺₊ Idia Shroud + Sakura Pocky

being the candy enjoyer that he is, he would never turn down free pocky (especially not his favourite... which speaking of, how did you know that one is his favourite?)

(ortho supplied you with that information)

however, his smile dropped when you started talking about the challenge all of a sudden

and he became all red instead🤭

"You got all that?" you asked, waving the pocky stick in front of his face with an innocent smile

"D-Do I- Do I...."

babe, he cannot form a sentence right now, much less process anything you just told him. you cannot POSSIBLY expect him to give you a clear answer right now🙄

"Oh, do you not wanna do it? That's fine." you get up, ready to leave (you're doing this on purpose, manipulation is key😈)

but no, seriously, you weren't going to make him do anything he was uncomfortable with, and you kinda expected a reaction like this anyways😭

"N-No, No, I want to..." he grabs onto your sleeve awkwardly, literally shaking from embarrasment

you're actually kinda worried, will he even survive till the whole kiss part?

No time like the present to find out, you suppose

you place the pocky in your mouth, waiting for him to bite into the other end. he does and immediately screws his eyes shut, WAAAY too embarrased to look at you

the distance between the two of you slowly closes but when there's just a bit of the pocky stick left he lets go and immediately runs away, hair slightly red at the ends😫

"Oh god oh god oh god oh god oh god...." he whispers to himself over and over, thinking about how he almost kissed you just now

atleast he got to eat his favourite flavour...????

"Did it fail?" Ortho came out of his hiding spot and you nodded, pouting slighly☹️

"That's plan G crossed off the list. You wrote down '7 minutes in heaven' for plan H. Though I do not know what that is, I will assist you in any way I can."

[officialdaydreamer00]

Oh requests!

May I request tweels who are utterly whipped for their s/o? Just utter simps, someone save them. I've always felt like the Leech family would have Addams family vibes, and these two would be a pair of Gomez'

Remember take it easy and don't burn out! ❤

QUINN PLEASE THIS IS AN AMAZING HC I LOVE IT

reader is not yuu, reader is gender neutral

the passionate simp.

my personal favourite headcanon being merpeople only pick one significant other in their life. seems like you're the lucky one to be chosen by him.

will bite you out of love, most likely targets your neck or your arms, sometimes your shoulders.

isn't afraid of PDA, will kiss you in front of a crowd if he can. but he's willing to wait until you are alone.

LOVES cuddles. he likes seeing you so warm and snuggly in his arms, the perfect time to attack you with smoochies.

NOSE NUZZLES. intimate, he loves it, even more so when he gets to see your reddened face.

the ultimate bodyguard. always count on floyd to have his arm on you all the time. he ain't gonna have you stolen from him that easily.

heart eyes and dopey grins, he's whipped.

the absolute simp.

man's gomez addams reincarnated and no one can tell me otherwise.

handsome, gentlemanly, passionate, loyal, completely fucking unhinged. HE'S AN ENTIRE PACKAGE, HONEY.

when he falls for you, darling, he falls hard. you're not gonna get him out of the hole he dug for you.

will kiss you every time he sees you, even if he just saw you like 10 minutes ago, he's just gonna went "oh well" and smooches you anyways.

"Look at them. I will die for them. I will kill for them. Either way, what bliss."

PET NAMES. OH MY GODS. he will call you all sorts of nicknames, either good old-fashioned or oddly cute, for he intends to fluster you until you short circuit.

heart eyes stares and silly smiles, he's so smitten man.

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【 vii. beholder of beauty 】

summary: the aristocracy valued knowledge on fashion and make up trends, and yuu was at a bit of a loss… they were pleasantly surprised when jamil had volunteered to help them decide on a look for the debutante.

word count: 1.1k

author’s note: time for jamil to become a make up artist for you,,,,i feel like the act of doing someone’s make up is so intimate, so i hope you enjoy ^^

[ the perfect debutante series | or read on ao3 (coming soon) ]

Makeup wasn't something that Yuu particularly indulged in. They knew it was important in aristocratic society. One's knowledge on fashion and makeup trends was an indicator to how much they paid attention to new developments across the country.

Except...Yuu was only vaguely aware of the changes and fluxes in style. And they weren't confident in deciding their makeup all by themself. It was an occupational hazard when you were a Duke's heir that just graduated from college. That was why they called on backup.

Yuu entered the room, sunlight filtering through the window softly. And waiting for them was...Jamil. Usually, they would've called on a makeup artist to help with the process, but curiously enough Jamil had offered himself for the role.

The maid looked pristine as usual, his braids and hair pulled back into an elegant long ponytail. His legs were crossed under his long pleated skirts, his apron tied perfectly to accentuate his waist. 

"Master," Jamil greeted with a bow of his head. Yuu wrinkled their nose. Jamil, like Azul and Riddle, was a stickler for formalities. And despite the countless times they had asked him not to bow, he always did. It was out of respect more than anything else, but still...they were all former classmates after all.

"Is that all yours?" Yuu asked, nodding to the bag beside Jamil.

"No, some is mine, and some are Floyd's. The rest was ordered for you, Master," Jamil took off his lace gloves. "May I?" They ungloved their hand, offering it to him. Jamil then went to work testing out a few products against their skin.

"What kind of makeup would you prefer, Master?" Jamil asked, and they glanced up to see the maid completely absorbed in picking through the products and testing them.

Yuu looked away. Jamil was handsome when he was focusing. But that wasn't the point. "Isn't it best to follow the trends?"

Jamil seemed to pause before lightly shaking his head, "Sometimes trends don't match with everyone. They're overgeneralized, and might not suit your features."

"Is that so?" Yuu picked up one of the tubes of make up. "What kind of makeup do you think would be best for the event?"

"If I were to say my opinion, since it is a debutante," Jamil gently took the tube in their hand, revealing a wand with a glittering substance. "Something regal, a bit on the serious side."

"So what kind of make up do you think would suit me?" Jamil's hands lagged for a second, and they caught the slightest trace of nervousness on his face before it disappeared.

"Would it be okay to show you, Master?" Grey eyes flitted to theirs, his voice low. Yuu blinked, feeling slightly captivated by Jamil’s offer.

"I...by all means," Yuu sat up straighter as Jamil stood up, and they weren't sure where to look.

"Close your eyes, Master," Jamil said as he lifted up a tube of makeup. They oblidged and they could feel Jamil's fingers firmly brushing against their face. Jamil would give instructions every once in a while ("Tilt your head down, Master." "Could you open your eyes?") Yuu couldn’t stomach the silence, each touch of Jamil’s fingers making them warm. And so they asked whatever questions came to their mind.

"I didn't knew you knew how to do makeup," Jamil had reached for a brush, the bristles tickling as it glided against their skin.

"It was my sister," And they stared at him, silently begging for a little more explanation. And it seemed that Jamil had noticed, "She always insisted on getting makeup done when she was younger. So..."

Yuu couldn't help their curiosity, "So...?"

Jamil glanced down at them briefly, a resigned expression on his face, "She would always insist I do it too."

"Really?"

"Really. I learned how to do it so that my mother wouldn't scold her too," Jamil smoothed back their hair for a moment before pausing. "Master. You find that amusing, don't you?"

Yuu wondered if the smile on their face was a bit too obvious, "It's a cute story. You really dote on your sister...you must've been a good brother to her."

Jamil didn't reply to them, instead giving them a once over before taking a step back, "It is done." 

Yuu was handed a mirror, and they found that they were looking at...themself. They blinked, and the face in the mirror blinked too. Their eyes looked more pronounced, a silvery sheen on their eyelids. And they couldn't see their eyebags at all. Their lips were a shade more red. Or was it pink? It looked...pretty. Natural.

So this was what Jamil thought suited them. They could see the care that was put into the makeup, and something warm bloomed in their chest.

Without thinking too deeply about it, they turned to Jamil, "Let's do this for the debutante."

Jamil's shoulders jumped, "E...Excuse me?" 

"This makeup. I like it," They beamed, gently brushing back their hair. "I'd like you to do it for the debutante too." 

Jamil had abandoned his usual composed expression for disbelief, "Master, this...it isn't makeup for events. It's more suited as daily makeup. And I didn't really—"

"Change my appearance?" Yuu completed. "You made me look like...me. That's what I like about it. I don't think I need to change how I look just to be respected." Jamil seemed to contemplate their words, his disposition shifting to one of solemn acceptance.

Finally, the maid lowered his head, "I'm sorry Master, for insinuating that you need to change yourself."

Now it was Yuu's turn to feel awkward, "Ah. That's not what I meant to imply. I meant to say that I liked your makeup as it is. It’s a ‘never mind about the trends, we'll do our own thing!’ kind of statement. So you can stop bowing already." 

Jamil lifted his head, as Yuu picked up a tube of what looked like rouge, "Besides, you've roused my interest in makeup now. Maybe I should learn how to do it for my maids so people don't take you lightly at the ball." 

"Master, wouldn't it be better to leave such matters to me?" Jamil mumbled, though he didn't say no. 

"Well...I'll leave it to you for the debutante, but," They knew that it wouldn't take much more pushing for him to agree. "Could I try out doing makeup on you?"

Jamil huffed, though he sat back down, "I'm expecting great things from you, Master." 

Yuu beamed before scanning the makeup items, "Do forgive me if you end up looking like a two-year-old's drawing." Jamil simply closed his eyes and Yuu felt like they were back at NRC again.

They often nagged at Jamil to teach them things when they were younger and less knowledgable about formalities. And Jamil always said no at least one time before giving in, so it felt a bit nostalgic to live through the same pattern, despite the fact that their roles have changed vastly throughout the years. Ah, it was a nostalgic thing indeed.

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Octavinelle: When You're Sick

Favorite dorm here we go! This was fun to write and hmmmm I really wanna be taken care of by the Octrio. They can be good at it, I swear! As always, the intro is the same as Heartlabyul and Savanaclaw, so feel free to skip it if you’ve already read those parts.

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Octavinelle: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is going to be concerned the moment he hears from Floyd and Jade that you’re home sick. He knows you tend to take care of others and neglect your own health, at least in the time he’s known you at the college, so he’s automatically assuming the worst. So he’s going to excuse himself from his own work at the lounge, pack up all his paperwork, and head over to your dorm. He needs to make sure his best customer, and sometimes best worker when you were strapped for cash, was okay and not actually dying, as Floyd so eloquently put it.

He’s not half bad at taking care of others oddly enough, though he is lacking in experience. It’s one of the many things he studied in his free time, so he at least knows what he’s doing. He’ll be calling the nurse anyway just to check in on you and make sure it’s nothing too serious. Once he gets that out of the way, he’s going to do his best in following directions and making sure you recover in the most timely manner possible.

Thankfully he does care for you, so he won’t be making any comments about how helping you out will come with a price later, like picking up shifts at the lounge. In fact, he’s very gentle with you and asks questions in a softer voice than normal. He even orders food from the lounge to be delivered so you can have something warm to eat that’s also delicious. He will be doing work on the side, especially the moment you fall asleep, so don’t be surprised if you wake up to pages turning.

Once you’re better it’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He’ll be in a chipper mood as well, something the twins will notice right away. If you bring up wanting to repay him, he’ll just inform you that if he ever falls sick, you’ll be the one nursing him back to health. A good compromise in the end, and something you were already planning on doing for him.

Jade Leech

Jade won’t have too much of a reaction to finding out that you’re sick, other than a frown being placed on his lips. He finds out through Floyd when he’s complaining that his Shrimpy couldn’t come out and have fun since they were dying at home from some horrible, debilitating disease. Jade knows his brother is playing things up, but this does give Jade the little push he needs to go in and visit you to make sure you’re okay.

Thankfully Jade is one of the more competent boys when it comes to taking care of others. He’s already figured out exactly what was wrong with you and is grabbing some of the best medication from Sam’s, since the stuff the nurse has is “mediocre at best”. Since Jade is normally the one having to take care of Floyd when he’s sick, he knows all the things to do if you happen to be stubborn, especially with taking medication. 

He’s just very soft with you, showing you a genuine smile as you eat the soup he brings you, and playing with your hair. He doesn’t need to do much when taking care of you, trusting the medication to do all the work, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to want to leave your side. Just expect Floyd to be paying you a visit as well, even if you’re asleep, and waking you up. Where you have one twin, chances are you have both of them, but it’s all good since they’re both amazing at making you smile. Jade stays even after Floyd gets bored and heads back though, and he’s without a doubt skipping his shift at the lounge that night.

Jade is in a noticeably better mood once you’re better, but don’t be fooled. He’s going to be using this against you in an attempt to have you join him on one of his hikes. Saying something about the fresh air and moving your body will be good for you. He won’t force you, but he’s definitely going to be playing up that he’s so hurt if you decline. Just go with him, if you get tired the string bean of a man can and will carry you up a mountain.

Floyd Leech

Floyd doesn't even know how to react when he discovers you’re sick. He’s both mad and sad, all at the same time. People are going to be parting like the red sea the moment they see him walking down the hall with a scowl on his face. His shrimpy couldn’t possibly be sick, it wasn’t fair. He had so much planned to do with you today and now you couldn’t even leave your bed? He won’t stand for this and after pouting for half the day, Jade comments that he can simply visit you and maybe help you feel better. There goes the switch and suddenly Floyd is in an amazing mood as he ditches the rest of his classes and work just to go and visit you. 

Floyd isn’t half bad with taking care of others if he’s in the mood to do it. He is the one who takes care of Jade when he’s sick (which normally Jade gets sick right after Floyd). He’s not going to be talking to you in a super gentle voice, or babying you unless he finds it fun to do so. If you happen to get flustered by him doing so, then he’ll be more inclined to literally spoon feed you.

Floyd is just going to raid your medicine cabinets rather than going out anywhere, since it’s just the flu he assumes it’s not too bad. He’s also using your kitchen to cook you some meals and bringing them to you. He’ll be smiling brightly when you’re eating the food he made, and whenever you take the medicine. He feels so accomplished knowing that you’re getting better due to his efforts. There is a good chance he won’t be spending the entire day by your bed, since he’ll get bored, but he will be there on and off the entire time you’re sick.

You’re getting a good, healthy squeeze the moment you’re all better. Floyd is just over the moon and already telling you about all the things he has planned now that you’re no longer dying. Be nice and humor him, he has been going through a lot of emotions the entire time you’ve been sick. He just managed not to show you, but anytime he left the dorm, he was back to being grumpy and irritable, to suddenly depressed and closed off. He was really only smiling when taking care of you, so he deserves to squeeze you for a good while now that you’re no longer sick.

[merakiui]

Hi!!!! For the prompt thing!

“Is that how you see me?” With Azul?

Hi hiiii!!! :D thank you for asking!!! <3

(fwb dialogues)

"If we pretend to be a newly married couple, do you think this hotel would give us the honeymoon suite?" Idly, you scroll through photos of the hotel and its rooms, admiring the jacuzzi bath and the wide, tall windows with a breathtaking view. "It's a nice place. Kinda expensive, though."

Azul looks up from the economics magazine he's been poring over for the past fifteen minutes now. He sits against the headboard of his bed, and you're lying flat on your back. Your legs are draped over his lap in a casual sprawl. Sometimes, when you're side by side like this, he thinks otherwise of your arrangement.

Just marry 'em already, Floyd had once said. You're doin' all the usual shit couples do. What's one more step?

Although that 'one more step' is more like a giant, impossible leap across a yawning cavern with a horrendous drop. He can't risk it.

Azul peers at your phone when you hand it to him. He flicks through the images, assessing quality and aesthetics in one go. "It's not bad. Why a honeymoon suite, though?"

"I dunno. It sounds fun. I think we'd pass as a believable couple."

He exhales through his nose, amused. "Is that how you see me? As a stand-in husband?"

"Your words."

Azul rolls his eyes playfully, an impish grin tugging at his lips. He sets his magazine and your phone on the bedside table before moving to lie beside you. You peer at him as he props himself up on one arm.

"Your implication," he counters, leaning in to rub noses with you.

"Your choice." You wink, preening under the affectionate treatment. "So what do you think? Vacation as a faux married couple—yes or no?"

"My answer should be clear enough." Azul drags you into a lazy embrace, pressing his forehead to yours. "Come with me to pick out a ring. If we're going to commit to the act, we might as well cover all of our bases, yes?"

"Fine by me."

"My dearest angelfish, you've made me the happiest man," he exaggerates.

"Save that for when you put the ring on me, charmer."

"It doesn't hurt to practice now. Shall I lend you my surname for rehearsal?"

You loop your arms around him, legs intertwining. "Why, how kind of you."

The rest of your gratitude is expressed in a slow, sweet kiss.

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Icing | Bob x Reader x Rhett

Word Count: 5,300 Cross Posted on AO3 Warnings & Notes: 18+, AFAB!Reader, improper use of icing, food is mentioned several times, blow jobs, grinding, hand jobs, overstimulation, planning for a wedding 💐 it's porn with a very vague plot Brief Summary: This icing, in particular, is not going on the cake, but you don't mind so long as it's on Bob Floyd. 

"Are you sure this is how we're supposed to do it?" 

"What makes you ask that?" Bobby chirps, barely audible over the hum of the hand mixer. His eyes flick down to the cake pan held between your hands. "Seems perfectly fine to me." 

The beater bumps into the edge of the bowl. Icing splatters across the countertop. 

You think that might be the whisper of a swear, crossing the room. 

"I don't know, it just...feels weird," but you're pulling open the door to the oven, anyhow. A plume of heat washes across your face, like the blaze of a campfire, threatening to roast you alive.

But fortunately, the only thing being baked is this tiny pan of cake batter. Locked away to its doom of inhumane temperatures until it rises to perfection. 

"Honey, there are only so many ways you can bake a cake," Bob's entirely unaware of the blue icing staining his cheek as he reaches for a damp cloth. Now that you give it a squint, you reckon it might be up in his hair, too. 

"Well, last I checked," reaching out to swipe at his face with your thumb, raising it to your lips. Different color. Same taste as before. "Most folks don't have to bake their own wedding cake samples."

His head turns back to the thin list of instructions, scanning over where he left off, and—oh, well, he's got blue in his hair, too. 

"Hey, get a load of this," Rhett's voice echoes from the living room, socked feet thumping across the hardwood. "They're sellin' that ol' rodeo property in town." 

You're not entirely sure what woke him; if it was the clatter of skillets as you clumsily withdrew them from the oven, or if it was the bickering over why Bobby continues to use the appliance as a storage unit. It had to have been something you two did; fifteen minutes is astronomically short for a Rhett nap.

Maybe he never went to sleep to begin with because he's got a newspaper in hand. Today's date sits proudly in the corner, next to his thumb; he must have picked it up from the gas station on his drive home. 

"We should buy it," waggling the paper in his hand, like it'll somehow convince you and Bobby to scrounge up ninety-five grand for an arena that has been abandoned for the better half of two decades.

"Sure thing, sweetheart," Bob's mixer kicks back on, an obnoxious noise sounding through the kitchen. Surely, there have to be quieter models out there. "We'll put an offer in next week."

"Ha. Ha," Rhett's eyes roll, the newspaper falling onto the recently cleared counter, right where Bobby was saving space for the blue icing. "Funny." 

His mouth opens like he's got more to say, but nothing slips past those thin lips. Soft blue eyes flicker across the counter, scanning across your rainbow assortment of icings, the sample baggies of sprinkles and candles, and the portfolio of decorative figures. Not one of the premade couples comes with a third partner, but you're not entirely sure if you want to go that route to begin with.

Rhett's nose wrinkles; lost. You've got nothing more than a shrug to offer.

"All I'm sayin' is," picking back up on the hanging conversation, he reaches out to poke his finger into an open dish of sprinkles. The ones made to look like pearls. There were more, but half got lost when you accidentally ripped the package open. "You'll have a lotta time on your hands when ya leave the Navy."

The mixer shuts off. 

"Who said I was leaving the Navy?" 

Rhett's lifting a pearl to his mouth, obnoxious tongue poking out to catch it. "You, last night." 

"And the night before that." You add, with a nudge of your shoulder.

And the night before that one. Sometime five mornings ago. Again, last week. After the most recent deployment and the one before that. Before the engagement and way before the house was bought...actually, when has he not talked about this?

The pearl cracks so loud that you almost wonder if it chipped Rhett's tooth. His brows furrow, shifting the hunk of sugar around in his mouth. "The hell are you two doin'...?" 

"We're baking our wedding cake samples," and even with Bob saying it so matter of factly, it doesn't sound right. Nothing about this picture is correct.

Rhett's head tilts to the side. Even the dark hair cascading into his face can't hide those questioning eyes. 

"See?" Throwing your hand out as if Bobby hasn't noticed the puppy-dog of a man standing on the other side of the island. "Even he's confused by this."

Nobody bakes their own wedding cake samples. This is your sign to find a better bakery! Before the stakes grow even higher! 

Careful, Bob pulls the mixer from the bowl, turning around to drop the beaters into the sink. "He's always confused."

"Hey!" Rhett squawks. "Ya jus' gonna say that 'n turn your back to me?" 

Not a word leaves Bob's mouth, deliberately keeping his back to you and Rhett as if to drive home his unspoken point. He's doing his best to remain firm, but even so, you can see the way the corner of his lip rises with every passing second. Must be able to hear the way Rhett's rounding the corner, big hands reaching out to grab hold of bony hips. 

It's a little too easy for him to force Bob to turn. 

"What, can't say it to my face?" Any venom in Rhett's tone is lost in the midst of his chuckle. Amused. 

Still, Bobby remains quiet, defiantly folding his arms across his chest, like that will somehow stop the smile from bursting onto his pale face. It's a losing game. Rhett knows it. You know it. He knows it. The whole world knows it.

Rhett's tilting his head, leaning close. "Say." Kiss. "It." Kiss. Bob's hand reaches out toward the counter. "To."  Kiss. "My." Kiss. His finger dips into blue icing. "Face." Kiss. "Pal."  Kiss.

One blink, and you nearly miss it. The swift drag of Bobby's fingertip, smearing the artificially dyed sweetness onto Rhett's thin lips. Leaves just a big enough mess for him to lean in and press his mouth to Rhett's, that soft pink tongue darting out to lick it off. It ends as quickly as it started, with Bobby turning back to the counter, already beginning to pour another pack of sprinkles into an empty container.

Rhett's wide eyes meet with yours. Bewildered.

...huh.

"What do we think of lemon?" Bobby's speaking as if nothing ever happened. Acting it, too. 

You're not entirely sure what he means by that. "I'm sorry?" 

"Cake flavors," holding up a non-descript packet of mix. "There's lemon in here." 

Rhett's nose wrinkles, and you can't help but wonder if he's recalling the sourness of the lemon pie you two tried to put together for Bobby. Worst damn welcome home present you've ever made. 

"Is there a difference to the icin'?" Rhett asks, poking at one of the bowls. 

"They're all the same." Bob's head shakes, sprinkles audibly pouring out of the packet and into yet another bowl. Who's gonna wash all these dishes, anyhow? 

Rhett's eyes meet with yours. Brows furrowing, like this is the most absurd thing he's ever heard. If the initial confusion hadn't already worn off, you reckon you'd be feeling the same damn thing. Who does this, and why are you just letting it happen? Is your life so devoid of joy that this is what you've allowed yourself to resort to?

Or is Bob Floyd just very, very good at convincing you to blindly follow his lead?

Idle, Rhett's hand dips into some of the icing. Slow. Flying just below the radar of Bobby's peripheral. "So why'd ya make every color?" 

And your poor WSO hasn't the slightest damn clue, reaching for yet another container of sprinkles. "To see what—" 

Rhett's big hand presses into Bob's pale cheek, vibrant orange icing splattering against his skin. Dragging down, down, down his neck and onto the little bit of chest peeking out from the low collar of his shirt. 

You know what's going to happen before it even starts. Bobby's fingers dive into a pool of pale yellow. Smacking it into Rhett's broad chest, gets the base of his neck and all. And Rhett's reaching for the pink, dragging it across an unwitting forearm. Bob's going for green. Reaching for Rhett's scruffy jaw. Giggles bubble through the air. 

Blue splatters across the kitchen floor and across your shirt. 

Your white shirt. "Hey!"

"He started it!" Bob squeaks. But he's stumbling backward, bumping into you as he reaches for another bowl—ammunition for the next attack. 

All Rhett can do is grin. "Did I?" 

Insufferable. 

Your hand darts out from your side, venturing to the counter. 

Purple splatters across Bobby's clothed belly. The only spot you could reach. 

"Both of you?" Bobby's squawking. Twisting. Turning until he's got his back to the sink and not you or Rhett, his vibrantly colored hands held toward the ceiling. Surrender, or preparing his next move? You're not sure yet. 

God, he's a mess. Splatters of orange, pink, blue, and plain white, stretching from his nose to his belly; you think there might be a little bit of purple lurking beneath his chin. Rhett's not doing much better, green clinging to his jaw, chest decorated with a vibrant smear of yellow. 

"What else are we s'pposed t' do with all this icin'?" He asks, lifting his fingers to his lips, short pink tongue darting out to lap up the sweetness clinging to his skin. 

Bob's eyes roll. You wonder if he's noticed the drop of green on his lens. "Well, wearing it shouldn't even make the list!" But it's nothing compared to the icing on his neck, sickly sweet and spread thin over the thick vein that bulges from beneath his skin. 

"I can think of a few ideas," muttering, entranced. 

Out of his peripheral, Rhett meets your eye. The corner of his lip twitches up, fingers slipping out of his mouth with a wet 'pop' so loud that it echoes through the kitchen. 

"What..." Bob swallows. Adam's apple rising and falling. Soft blues flicker between you and Rhett; must be able to read the thoughts filtering through your head. "Would that entail, exactly?"

You don't know who steps forward first. But one way or another, your sticky hands are finding their way to Bobby's chest, bracing yourself as you lean in. Rhett's so close that his hair tickles your cheek; he had a longer distance to cross than you did, and yet he's already beating you to the point. Licking a fat, wet stripe up the side of Bob's neck. 

And you're in hot pursuit. Licking up the other side, trailing across that thick vein, multicolored icing greeting your taste buds. But that sugary sweetness is nearly dulled in comparison to the soft mewl that rolls out of Bobby's mouth, his head rolling backward. 

"Okay..." he breathes, "that's..."

The flavor of this icing is far from your favorite; it isn't even close to the one you had in mind when contacting the bakery, but you can hardly pay it any attention. Nothing but a mild annoyance when you've got this to preoccupy your mind with. Bob's hand, working its way up your side. Rhett's soft hum, downright delighted with this predicament. 

Careful, your lips press to a soft patch of skin beneath his ear, sucking lightly. Not enough to bruise his terribly sensitive skin, but still managing to leave behind a faint redness in your wake. One tiny little mark after another, spots blending amongst the vivid orange that you've yet to lick up.

This icing, in particular, is not going on the cake, but you don't mind so long as it's on Bob Floyd. Him and his sticky, heaving chest, squirming as you work lower, lower, lower. Teeth grazing across his collar, tugging on the flesh stretched thin over the bone there. 

Rhett's shoulder knocks into your side, a little too broad to be squeezing himself in next to you. His hands venture to the hem of Bob's horribly stained t-shirt, yanking upward.

"The cake," Bob's panted protest is hardly one at all, "you can't...it'll burn." And yet he's obediently lifting his arms, letting Rhett pull the shirt over his head. Maybe letting it fall to the floor isn't the best idea, but you're in no position to raise even the slightest objection.

"We have time," you murmur. Lie. You don't even know if you set the timer. 

Frankly, you don't care. It's just too damn easy to forget about. Letting your mouth find its way down Bob's pale chest, a thin trail of saliva marking your path as if you could possibly become lost in this familiar terrain. 

But even though you've had a head start, Rhett still manages to beat you to the checkpoint, his lips wrapping around a delicate nipple. So sudden that Bob jerks beneath you, his feet stumbling. Two can play this game, though, and Rhett can only pay attention to one thing at a time. 

Without the slightest warning, you sink down. Knees thunking heavily against the cold kitchen tile. They'll ache when you ultimately climb back to your feet, but that's for the future version of you to worry about. Right now, your bold hand is soothing over the heavy bulge in these sweats, feeling how Bobby twitches from the simplest touch. 

"Can't believe you're already hard, Robby," teasing, your thumb swipes right beneath his tip. The wet spot forming in the thin gray material is like a reward.

"You're..." his head rolls, fingers tugging at Rhett's hair, "surprised?" 

Not in the slightest. 

It's Rhett who reaches for the thick elastic of Bob's waistband. Watching through thick lashes as you help pull it downso swiftly that his cock brushes your cheek as it springs up to smack against his belly. Flushed a bright ruby, a small bead of precum running down the underside of him.

"Shit," Rhett swears; it's so quiet that you can hear the way his knees creak as he settles down next to you. 

And now both of you are down here, caught up in some kind of perfect synchrony, leaning forward to run your tongues up the sides of Bob's cock. Relishing in that shuddered gasp as you and Rhett meet at his head, lips brushing in what was meant to be a sloppy kiss, but it's more of a clash of tongues than anything. Broken apart by Bob's soft cock head, caught perfectly in the middle.

"You...." Bob's hand bumps into your cheek, thumb stroking the skin there, "fuck, you two are..." 

Rhett's chuckle is all it takes to have Bob's sharp hips bucking forward, pushing himself right past your parted lips. Wasn't exactly next up on your itinerary, but you're rolling with it as if it was. Sucking gently, tongue swiping back and forth beneath it. Teasing while you still can. 

Not a single beat is missed. With the delicate hollow of your cheeks and the lazy way Rhett mouths at the side of him, it's almost hard to believe that this wasn't choreographed earlier in the day. As if anyone could have predicted that Bob was serious about this whole 'baking cake samples' thing.

"Y' likin' that, Bobby?" Rhett hums, pausing to graze his teeth against delicate skin. "Watchin' both of us on our knees for ya?" 

You're leaning back, and Rhett's moving in to take over for you. Doesn't need to use his hands, as he sucks that leaking tip into his mouth.

Bob sucks in a breath. His other hand dives into Rhett's hair, tangling in the mess of it. "How could I—mhm, not?" 

All of a sudden, Rhett's sliding further down, eyes scrunching shut as Bob knocks into the back of his throat, but that's never been enough to deter him. It's a wonder he's got a gag reflex at all. You can't help but twist yourself around, a hand coming to rest on his lower back, bracing yourself as you find your way to the underside of his jaw. Air audibly puffs through his nose. Always has been sensitive here. 

Sweet, too, with all of this icing to be licked up. There simply isn't another person cut out for this sort of job. The artificial flavor is far from your favorite, but you can't be inclined to share. Not when he tries to lean into it, a muffled grunt rumbling out of him. 

Above you, Bob can't close his mouth. "That's...oh, that's—"

A shrill beep tears through the air. Once. Twice. Thrice. 

So you did set the timer. Lucky him.

And Rhett laughs. Barely able to pull away before he chokes, swollen lips glistening as they meld with the shape of his smile. "Guess ya gotta check that, flyboy."

This is the first and likely the last time you'll see Bob Floyd check an oven with his sweats pooling around his thighs, heavy cock bouncing as he leans down to see what he's doing. Is the cake done? Or burnt? You haven't the slightest clue because Rhett's kissing at the side of your neck, and any self-control you had left dissolves in an instant.

"Shame y' didn't get more of this on ya," he's speaking into your skin, vibrating right up into your head and rattling all your thoughts off their metaphorical shelves. 

The stain on your brand-new shirt is speaking otherwise. "This stuff doesn't even taste that great."

"'s good when it's on one of you," he does, unfortunately, make a really good point. The kind that lets him get away with pushing your pants down your legs,  underwear and all, right here in the damn kitchen. So much for trying to break the habit of kitchen shenanigans. 

You wonder if this memory will wander back into your mind the next time you invite guests over and eat in this kitchen. 

Rhett's hands settle on the sides of your waist, pulling you into him as he leans backward. Knocking the back of his head against the tile can't feel good, but he doesn't react in the slightest. Too busy pulling you on top of him, your legs straddling his wide hips. They hitch upward, so strong that they push you along with it, as he shoves his shorts down his legs, cock audibly smacking against his belly, swiping against your thigh as it drifts past.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Your hands brace against his chest, chasing the illusion of stability.

"Mhm," is the best he's got to offer, and he's hardly got to guide you any further. You're already beating him to the punch, grinding down against his length, letting him slip between your parted lips. 

Fuck, it's been a while since you last felt his weeping cock head drag against your clit. You wonder if he can feel the way you involuntarily clench around nothing, sent into a mindless spasm from that alone.

Bobby's knees audibly knock against the floor, and you're not entirely sure where his sweats went. "You two move too damn fast."

"Maybe you're just slow," there's nothing but playfulness in your tone, albeit the slightest bit breathless. You can't help it. Not when you've got this going on between your legs. Rhett and his big cock rolling up into you, chasing the feeling of your pussy against him. Beads of precum slicken the glide, every motion punctuated by a sickly wet little noise.

"'n ya say I'm the one always givin' ya trouble," Rhett's not doing much to help his own case, but then again, you don't think that was his goal. 

It's an awkward angle, with Bob sitting on his knees and Rhett laying against the floor, but he's craning his head up, tongue greeting the underside of Bob's cock. A fleeting sort of thing that only lasts a moment or three.

"You're gonna upset your shoulder if you keep doing that," Bobby hums, not making any move to stop Rhett from trying at it again, lips stubbornly wrapping around his mushroom tip. 

There's a spin in your head that wasn't there before. Lightheaded over the sight before you and the sweet throb of your cunt, sliding against Rhett's shaft like you're aiming to win a first-place trophy. Hands flat against his heaving chest, trembling arms hardly keeping your body upright as your hips roll. 

"Can feel ya gettin' wetter round me," Rhett's eyelashes are fluttering, and it's all he can do to keep himself from knocking his skull against the tile again. "Fuck." 

"As if you're not dripping like a damn faucet," your words hitching on a gasp, the embers of a whine building in the back of your throat. Getting off to this wasn't on your list of plans, but with every soft massage of his plush tip, you're growing closer to writing it at the very top. 

Rhett's back arches off the ground, legs kicking beneath you, like he can feel the heat that's flooding your lower belly. Makes it so damn hard for you to keep moving your body back and forth, hopelessly grinding back and forth, obsessed with the way he kisses your clit on every pass. 

"God, you two should see yourselves," Bobby says it like he's caught up in a trance; you don't think you've seen him blink since he knelt down here.

"Enjoying the show?" Speaking through a gasp. Fuck, fuck, fuck, your eyes are rolling backward, and Rhett's twitching against you, and it's so, so much. 

His hands settle on your aching thighs. Blunt nails digging into the meat of them. Does nothing to ward off the shiver that's settled into the muscle there. But his hips are rising up off the floor, and he's rutting himself into you properly now, rubbing against your poor clit over and over and over. 

"Rhett—" whimpering high in your throat. Head tilting back. You're...he's...

"C'mon," in that raspy tone of his, wavering with the motion of his body, "cum on my cock."

Bob's cool hand glides up the side of your neck, and that is it. 

A choked noise echoes through the kitchen and into the living room. Spasming, cumming to the drag of him against your clit alone.  Clenching helplessly around nothing but air, a ripple running up your spine. Your arms crumple out from under you. Stars sparkle behind your eyelids like the night sky. Falling into a messy heap on Rhett's chest, helpless as his cock keeps rubbing against your dripping cunt. 

"Ah—Rhett!" Jolting. Oversensitive. And it's all you can do to slide off of him, letting gravity drag you down to his side instead, a leg lazily sprawled overtop his thigh. You don't know if he's laughing or if you're hearing the hammer of your heart beating away in your ears. 

"Awful quick," Bob's eyes flick to you, hardly able to conceal the playful glint in them.  

You ought to give him trouble for such a comment, but your head is still spinning like it's about to float up into the clouds. The best you can do is to swipe out with your hand, smacking against his belly. "Like you're any better." 

Rhett's chest rumbles with a chuckle. You're not entirely sure when he got his arm around you, but it's carefully squeezing you into him. Keeping you snug against his chest as Bobby moves to settle between his legs. 

And this...this is a hell of an angle to be observing from. You don't have to move your eyes or tilt your head at all, comfortably gazing at the sight of Rhett's plush thighs caging Bob's waist. On its own, your hand darts out, grabbing a handful of one. There's so much more to squeeze compared to when you first met; he's exchanged that wiry frame for something thicker, stronger, too. 

Bob's reaching for his own cock, still wet with saliva, as he leans forward, fingers darting out to wrap around Rhett, too. 

One stroke and Rhett's hips lift off the floor. "Shit." 

He's so damn wet, with what mess you've made of him and the precum spilling out of his inflamed tip like a dripping faucet. Bob's thumb swipes out, collecting the clear fluid and spreading it onto himself, but before he's done there's already another bead of it forming. 

"Good lord, Rhett," Bob mutters, and you're not entirely sure where he got that packet of lube from, tearing it open with his teeth, already beginning to pour the sticky substance onto their cocks.

So much for trying to break Rhett of that habit.

If he'd give Rhett a few minutes, you think he'd spill out enough to warrant forgoing lube altogether, but Bobby can only stretch his patience so far. Never has been able to hold out for very long when it comes to you and Rhett. That big hand of his gives an experimental stroke, a wet squelch sounding through the delicate air; you don't know who groans louder.

What you do know is that the sight before you is downright obscene. Rhett's legs squeezing around Bobby like he'll disappear if he doesn't, their heavy cocks twitching into one another. How Rhett's tip has a darker shade of red as compared to Bob's pale pink. They look so similar until they're right next to each other like this; it's the only way to tell that Bob's a fraction longer but not quite as thick as Rhett is. 

Bob jerks forward, pressing impossibly closer. "Does that feel good?" As if he's not speaking around his own strangled breath. 

You have to lift your head to get a better look at Rhett's face. Eyes scrunched shut, teeth worrying his thin bottom lip, cheeks flushed with a newfound redness. "Uhuh." His head shakes with what you think is a nod.

Maybe that's an answer Bob was looking for, but you want to hear more. "Use your words, cowboy." 

"It feels—" Swallowing hard. A microscopic mewl breaks past his lips. "Feels good!"

He's already dissolving into a mess of squirms, wriggling back and forth, the swift stroke of Bob's hand too much for him to handle. Bucking upward, only to try and draw away, unshaven jaw shivering like a leaf in the wind. 

Your fingers drift upward, nails dragging across the soft meet of his inner thigh, knuckles brushing against his balls as you drift past. Lightly rolling them in your palm would draw the prettiest sounds out of him, but today, you've got a slightly different plan in mind. Fingertips wander into the soft expanse of skin behind them, rubbing in loose circles. 

A pitchy cry rings in your ears. Rhett's hand flies up. Tugging at his own hair. Desperate to grab hold of something. "Fuck! 'm gonna..." His head thrashes, pretty neck barred to the world. "I'm, I'm—"

"You fixin' to cum for us, sweet thing?" Bobby's voice sounds akin to thunder, a little twang in his tone. His thumb darts out, rapidly swiping back and forth across Rhett's plush cock head.

Curls bounce with Rhett's nod. Hardly able to close his mouth and stifle his moan. Yet, it's so loud that you can hear it anyway. Your fingers keep spiraling, pressing the slightest bit harder. You're almost certain that you can feel the sporadic twitch of muscle as his back arches, cumming with a wail. 

A rope of white paints across his belly. The next one caught by Bobby's still moving hand. Disappearing into the squelching mix of lube and precum and your own juices, some kind of lewd recipe for disaster. Rhett's hips jerk. Yanks a grunt out of him. 

But Bobby's not stopping. Still pumping their cocks together as if nothing ever happened. If anything, you think he's going faster, and it's got Rhett jumping around like a wounded animal. Mouth wide open. Brows knit together. 

"Too much, too much, that's not—ah!"  He squeals. Panting hard. Frantically pawing at Bob's hand, but it's doing nothing to end his torment. 

"Hang on for me," Bob's eyes scrunch shut. Hissing through his teeth. Close. "You can do it."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you can't, that—haah!" Rhett's twitching. Wailing. Legs kicking in the air.Still smacking at Bob's rapidly jerking fist as if that can possibly save him, but he's not uttering a single note of his safe word. Merely dissolving into a frenzied babble of, "Bobby, Bobby, Bobby!"

That's all it takes for Bob's pale blue eyes to roll into the back of his head with a soft, deepened groan. Set off by the babbled cry of a helpless cowboy, trembling like a leaf beneath him. Rope after rope of cum, splattering against Rhett's lower belly and all over his softening cock. A visible shiver rakes its way up Bob's spine, and for a moment you think his glasses are about to fall off.

 Finally, finally, the motion of that big hand is beginning to slow, loosening until Rhett's length slips from his grip entirely, smacking against his skin. Between the wateriness of Rhett's eyes and the redness in Bob's cheeks, you're not entirely sure where to look. Each are tempting in their own right, but not enough time to focus on both. 

You suppose your distraction is why it takes a moment to realize that Bob's actually moving. Leaning down at a snail's pace, his lips pressing to your forehead, lingering for a moment or three before moving on to Rhett's, pressing a kiss to him, too. "Maybe we should call a different bakery," he murmurs, half-lidded gaze flickering to you. 

If this is all it took, then next time, you'll skip the arguing and jump right into kissing down his neck. "You think?" There's a hoarseness to your voice that wasn't there before; you blame the icing. 

Whether or not he caught the sarcasm in your tone, you have no idea. 

"Yeah..." Bobby pauses as Rhett leans in to steal a proper kiss on the lips. "Now we've gotta do something with all these ingredients."

Rhett hums. Sounds akin to a cat purring. "I have a few ideas." You wonder if those ideas include smearing each other with icing again or offhandedly snacking on sprinkles for the next several months.

"I'll hear you out on those ideas," yawning, a strangled little noise escaping you, "when we're in bed."

A valid request, but Bobby's wrinkling his nose at it. "How about a bath, then bed."

"Y' act like we were just rollin' in mud," Rhett's fingers tap at your shoulder, gently squeezing. 

"I love you two, but I draw the line at sticky sheets." Well, if Bob wants you to take a bath so damn bad, then he's gonna have to help you find the strength to get off this floor. Your hand reaches out, opening and closing in a grabbing motion. 

It takes a couple seconds of looking at it for him to realize what you're asking, but after a moment, he slips his hand into yours, holding it as he rises to his feet. Something in your knee audibly pops as he pulls you up, an ache blooming in the bone from digging into the floor earlier. Your feet stumble, knocking into Rhett and nearly taking him back down with you.

"You're a mess, sweetheart," Bob laughs, pulling on your hand as if you're still due to fall at any moment. You're not entirely sure when you acquired the purple icing on your thigh or the smear of green running down your leg; you refuse to acknowledge the array of colors on the floor until after you've had a nap. 

"So are you," not an ounce of venom in your tone, despite the attempt at mustering some kind of sarcastic bite. Behind you, Rhett hums his agreement. Someone started this, and it certainly was not you or Rhett. 

"No, I'm not," Bob's beaming, almost proud of himself. "You two licked me clean, remember?" 

It'll take the rest of the day for him to notice the icing on his glasses. 

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Slip!

Jade Leech x reader Smut/ fluff 18+

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Synopsis- After taking a fall down the mountain Jade takes care of you! Quiet loving sex with the leech bro.

A/n- I just realized I didn’t write for him. So after weeks of writing and editing here he is. Also p.s this is long ash.

Warnings - mentions of injury, slight dark humor, saliva, multiple creampies, cursing, overall sloppy sex, sweat, strange dick shape

“Welcome Y/n.” Jade smiled down at you waiting underneath a large tree. “Hi, Jade.” You huffed out of breath from the long trail you had to walk to get here. “Don’t tell me you're tired already that wasn’t even a quarter of the way to our destination?”

“Nah that was nothing.” You lied trying to catch your breath. “While then let’s start walking,” you cheered!” You leaped over a large log and onto the walkway. Your boots squeaked as you walked through the numerous muddy paths.

“Thank god I found these at ramshackle,” you noted. “Yes to do these activities you have to have a sturdy pair of footwear,” Jade spoke. “I made that mistake my first time walking up here.” His voice was almost drowned out by a nearby stream so he spoke louder.

“I could barely stand while working at the Lounge the next day.” I know Azul probably didn’t let you have a break either,” you added. “You guessed right but luckily I didn’t have a shift the after so I was okay.” Just let me know if you need a break alright?”

“Right,” you nodded. Jade took note while you both walked even though you saw these same rocks and tree’s over and over. “How do you have so much to write down?” It’s the same scene over and over again.”

“Maybe I’ll find something new one day it’s always good to keep a new perspective on things.” Like, let’s use this rock.” He bent down and picked up a rock. At first, I thought it was a metamorphic rock that’s very common.” But looking closely I can see it’s a sandstone which is still common but still you get the point.”

“So it’s always good to keep an eye out?” Yes, try to find me something pretty we need better pictures.” Will do!” Now your eyes were scanning every surface. You thought of picking up a frog but it leaped away. Then you pointed to a bird but it flew away.

A bunch of mushrooms hung off a branch so you were gonna point those out but he said something that was living. “Ooo found something!” You went to grab the beautiful creature. “Stay just like that don’t move a muscle,” Jade demanded. You did as follows so he could snap a pic. It flew off of you going back to its business. “Come look Y/n.” Aww!” You gushed looking at the butterfly that landed on your nose.

“This is perfect for our club poster,” Jade chuckled. “Hell yeah it is I found you two pretty things,” you joked. “Yup you’ll attract more club members.” Am I that fine?” Yes, are you blind to others' attraction to you?”

“I must because I had not one clue I was the “It girl” or whatever you want to call me.” Do you think everyone just asked you to come to their club meetings with no motive?” You thought back to all the proposals people had given you over the months. You were even allowed to attend their events if you wanted to.

“I thought that they just wanted my company?” I’m a good friend once you get to know me,” you pleaded. “Well you never come so they wouldn’t know that.” Not true I’m here with you today,” you called into question. “Now I can brag to Floyd about this his mood is sure to sour.” I wasn’t ever gonna go to basketball with sweaty high schoolers that are gonna yell at me when I miss. That seems like an absolute nightmare.”

“Yeah they wouldn’t go easy on you,” he chuckled. But I’m glad you're here with me.” Yes even though you scare me sometimes well most of the time!” I still rather be in this club than anyone else’s.” Thanks for coming y/n. For a long time, I thought I would always be alone. But somehow I’ve gained a companion.”

“Yup for now on I’ll be the best partner you can ask for Jade.” Y/n there’s something else I’ve been wanting to ask you.” You paused your actions to look back at him. Before he could speak his expression seriously you got distracted by the rain. It started to fall suddenly and heavily like a blanket of snow. “Does it usually rain on this mountain?” Yes, that’s why I brought these.”

He handed you a yellow poncho. “Up ahead there should be a resting area we can wait there until the rain clears.” Okay, let’s get there fast my boots are getting soaked.” You dashed ahead of him not focused on your footing. “Wait it’s slippery up there L/n!” He tried his best to warn you but it was too late. You already slipped on the stone steps. “Fuck why did I wear high waters!” You cussed looking at the gash in your leg.

“I’ll clean up your wound soon.” For now, let me carry you.” Are you sure I’m pretty heavy,” you warned. “There’s nothing to worry about,” he shushed you. Afterward, you didn’t protest as he picked you up bridal style. Despite the added weight, his steps were stable and he didn’t slip. “I'm sorry Jade I didn’t mean to be dead weight.”

“We got our mission accomplished so I don’t mind.” Besides you’re not heavy.” He bounced you up and down in his arms. “Ah,” you screamed thinking you were gonna fall down the hill. “I forget how strong you and your brother are.” You could probably deadlift Jack.” He didn’t look anywhere near tired even after bringing you further to the rest stop.

Which you now saw was a supply shed. He dropped you on a recliner that was in the corner. “This is your idea of a rest stop?”

“Yes now Stay still,” he directed. He pulled a small first aid kit out of his backpack. “At least someone came prepared.” You laughed at yourself who only brought your outfit and a half-eaten granola bar. “I always get hurt while up here.” Especially when I was newer like you I scraped my legs a lot.” I know just the thing to treat your injuries.”

He pulled out a small bottle of alcohol. “This is going to sting .” He explained to you all while holding that same unreassuring smile. “Wait!” I’m scared.” Sorry I know I’m such a baby,” you frowned. “This has to happen Y/n I’ll be here to guide you through it.” Fine just do it,” you blurted.

He began to pour the alcohol on the scrape. You grabbed his hand out of instinct squeezing tight on the large and long fingers of his. “All done.” He patched you up thoroughly then leaned your leg on the chair. “I think we should stay here until morning.” My weather predictor says there’s gonna be a storm.”

The whole time he was talking you couldn’t focus since you just now realized you were holding his hand. “Such a gentleman,” you spoke aloud. “What was that,” he interrupted. “I didn’t think I said that so loud… but I did mean it.” Thanks for all your help Jade I would’ve probably had to camp in some tree stump if you weren’t here.”

“I’m not so good at taking care of myself. But your pretty caring I can see that in the way you treat Floyd.” Thank you that was nice of you Y/n and… “About that thing earlier Y/n that I was trying to tell you.” Oh yeah, you weren’t able to finish I’m sorry that I interrupted you.” No problem as long as your listening now.” He clasped his other hand over both of yours encasing them with warmth. “I didn’t need your help to take pictures for the club.” I brought you out here for another reason.”

Silence filled the shack and the only thing you could hear was the rain tap in the background. “You brought me in these secluded woods to eat me?” You joked thinking it was funny but other questions ran through your mind. What was he planning to do with you? Was Jade asking you out? Your mind couldn’t even process it correctly. You stayed frozen in shock for a minute before his lips on one of your knuckles brought you back to earth.

“I hope you can find it in you to answer me.” It doesn’t have to be soon I’ll wait however long it takes.” Wait you’re serious Jade this isn’t some rude prank or scheme you and Azul boiled up?” No, I would never go as far as I plan to go with you,” he admitted.

“Just how far do you plan to go?” You smirked catching his flirtatiousness. “If your comfortable I wanted to try third base?” But today I’ll only be servicing you, my sweetheart.” He leaned over on the corner of the chair to kiss you.

While doing so his hands trailed down lifting your legs to each side of the chair. He sat up then squeezed himself in between your legs. Now he was impossibly closer smothering you into a drool-sharing kiss. You could feel him smile against you as you begged for air against him. But his tongue held you in a tight lock.

Your hands clasped his hair and your legs locked around his back. For a moment you even forgot about your injury blinded by lust. Finally, you broke apart. Worn out from the heat of the moment your leg dropped remembering the pain it once beard.

Jade looked at you one last time for permission before sliding your pants off. If only you’d known you would’ve worn your cutest panties. But Jade didn’t seem to give a damn after kissing your clit through them. “I did bring you deep in the woods for this.” Somewhere far where I know no one will bother us.”You shivered at the straightforward action while he laughed finding you too sensitive for your good.

“Try to stay still,” he directed. Even after his direction, you were still squirming in his strong grasp as he liked up your panties. His fingers lightly followed the path he made. Your underwear was completely drenched in your essence by the time he pulled them to the side. If he didn’t have patience he would’ve torn them off but he much preferred to keep their ruin so he could use them later.

He spat a globe that rolled down to your fluttering hole. You watched his every move your body reacting to every movement of his in anticipation. He paused completely his fingers just a few centimeters from your clit. He wouldn’t be a leech if he wasn’t at least a bit malicious. The noises falling out of your mouth were embarrassing. Jade could tell how uneasy you felt as his other hand worked his way up your shirt.

Your bra soon fell on the chair. You gripped the sides for support so your hands wouldn’t tangle in his hair. You wanted nothing more than to slam his head down on your cunt. You could feel his heavy breathing as his sight focused on yours.

“Please I can’t wait any longer,” you groaned. If you didn’t have such a grip on the chair then you would’ve touched yourself by now. “You’re so impatient.” You just really want my tongue that bad huh?” Yes please, I need you.”

“Just wait a little longer.” He kissed the area around your hole. You waited for what felt like forever you were even more soaked than the ground outside by now. You couldn’t wait for another second his smooching was too stimulating. Your hands moved from the side of the chair and into his hair.

You would probably come to regret it later but for now, you needed the pleasure. He groaned his supply of air being cut off since you stuffed him in your fat cunt. “Ahh finally,” you whined. “You’ll come to regret this later once I start I won’t stop.”

He wasn’t lying he licked you in all the places you needed until you were creaming all over his tongue. The first time you felt good your orgasm was powerful. You tightened the grip on his hair. The second time felt odd to you. Never before had you been so sensitive after an orgasm.

Your clit which he rolled around meticulously was now throbbing. “This feels weird.” You mewled feeling a new sensation rocking through your body. “Just let it all out no need to hold back.” Your body began to spasm your back arched off the chair and your head fell back. You hadn’t realized what you’d done until you looked down at Jade's ruined face.

“Ah, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make a mess.” You tried your best to help him reaching for a shirt to dry him off. But his grip on your legs tightened. He forced them back open again and began to feast. Maybe it was the merman in him but he loved it when you squirted. So he was gonna make it happen again.

Only this time his fingers filled your hole pumping you while his thumb rubbed on your overworked clit. He moved them faster and faster until the familiar feeling came back to you. “So good! So good, so good,” you chanted. He was hitting a spot you never thought you could reach.

Your juices dripped down his fingers but he didn’t care continuing to pump in and out of you. “Wow, I can’t believe it’s possible to get this wet.” You're making a mess everywhere but it’s nothing I can’t lick up.” It took you until now to notice his tongue wasn’t normally shaped. You couldn’t tell since you’ve never gotten head before. It was long and pointy enough to make your toes curl as it filled you.

He switched in and out with his tongue and his fingers his pace was slow. But the preciseness of it all had your legs crushing his head in between your thighs. Another orgasm hit you and he achieved his goal of making you squirt again. “I don’t think I can cum anymore.” That’s an impossible statement Y/n of course you can still cum look at how you're taking my fingers.”

Despite your begging, he didn’t let up erasing orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count of how many times you came your mind turning to mush. The sounds of your lovesong intensified as did the thunder that almost shattered the window. But you knew you were safe in his grasp. Your body jolted with each vibration his tongue let out.

You bit your hand embarrassed by the sounds you were making. But he removed your hand from your mouth. If you had to hear his groans as he ate you out he wanted to hear your reactions too. “Let me hear how good I make you feel.” Or I’ll stop altogether,” he threatened.

“No please don’t stop,” you begged. If you could feel this good just from his fingers how would his dick feel? It was all you could think about. You became unaware of your surroundings letting the pleasure take over.“I need you to fuck me.” Please I’m begging you!” Anyone walking nearby could probably hear you scream these slutty statements but you couldn’t care. Not when he complied pulling away from you. His face was smeared with your juices and his hair was ruffled. He looked a mess but nowhere near as worse as you.

Your mascara was running down your face for quite a few years fell. Also, your lips were swollen to perfection to him they looked biteable. And your body was hot and flushed with sweat it added a glow like no other to your beautiful skin. However, at the moment you couldn’t find a reason to hate it. Maybe the moonlight and the rain consumed you. Or maybe it was the kiss he pulled you in. The aftertaste was strong this time since you could taste it yourself.

“I have something to share with you before we continue.” What’s that Jade,” you said hastily. “My dick is different than most people.” It’s one part of me that only half changed when I turned human. That’s why I didn’t want to just pull it out.”

“You’ve already excepted every imperfection of mine.” So, of course, I’ll accept yours baby.” His smile returned to his face. He was quick to pull his cock out his pre dribbled on your thigh.“Okay,” you huffed. You were hesitant he was large as you expected but way thicker than you could handle. His cock had ridges that you could feel as your fingers traced. As you felt it he began to get slimy.

“I can’t wait much longer Y/n are you ready?” I- I don’t know if I can handle this.” I made you lose enough now relax love.” He slipped his cock into you after a little resistance. Immediately you tensed the stretch knocking the air out of your lungs. But after a few of his sloppy strokes, you felt good. Your cunt which had previously been prepared was now slimy with his slick.

“How are you feeling Y/n?” He already knew the answer by your face. Your eyes were rolling in the back of your head. He was hitting so deep inside that you began to see white. It didn’t take long for you to cum. He was quick to follow. His cum flowed back in and out of you as he continued to fuck you threw his orgasm.

Your body collapsed to the side of the chair. He lifted your leg so he could still have access to you’re drowning cunt. His strokes were slow and his hips snapped forward once your cunt craved more. You were both still sensitive from your highs that occurred not even a couple of minutes ago; consequently, the round was short.

The base of his cock was covered in a ring of your cream. Things weren’t only looking sloppy but they sounded sloppy. The sound of wet smacking filled the walls. Your body was tired but somehow you were able to keep up with his thrust throwing your ass back on his toned body. You didn’t having speak since you were able to see every emotion he wanted to convey through his smile.

He littered your neck with kisses and you littered his body with scratches. You would have felt bad but he didn’t care. The pain was nothing to him all he could feel were you milking him dry. His dick throbbed inside you. You could feel each vain and ride budge as he came inside you once again.

“I can't stop now not ever,” he whispered. “Please stay with me and take it.” His hand moved your head which was rolling back to his. “Don’t pass out I know it feels good but you gotta stay with me.” He spoke while thrusting into you. Your body was overstimulated each time he moved you gushed at him.

This continued after you moved through many positions. it didn’t matter how outlandish they were as long as he could see your face. Your injuries weren’t considered they couldn’t matter right now. “It’s too dark to leave we would get stranded.” He decided but you could tell it was just an excuse to stay with you and keep making love.

Before you knew it the morning had swept over you both. You awoke both of you collapsed in the chair. You were cockwarming him so you removed yourself from the previous rounds of cum he loaded into you dripping out.

“So this wasn’t a dream,” you confirmed. “Well, I’m glad I slipped!”



[ultralightpoe]

Sweet Nothing - Robert 'Bob' Floyd

Authors Note : I cannot believe this is only the second piece I had ever written for him because I loved him! This sat in the drafts a litte too long if you know what I mean.

Word Count: 3519

Warnings: - none I believe -

Requests: OPEN

Main Master list - - Midnights Event List

(Thank you for the gif @topgundaily )

x Enjoy! x

I spy with my little tired eye

Tiny as a firefly

A pebble that we picked up last July

Down deep inside your pocket

We almost forgot it

Does it ever miss Wicklow sometimes?

- 

It’s a weird feeling, knowing that you were so close to the end and not being ready for it. You wanted to dig your heels in the mud and fight away from the finish line, drag yourself back to the start. What you would give to go back to the beginning when it was still so sweet and happy. 

But you weren’t in a race, and you couldn’t fight your way away from the finish line this time. No, right now you are laid out across the bed of your guest room with the love of your life avoiding you downstairs. The end is coming. You both knew it, you just weren’t ready. 

You had been warned over and over, from your friends to your parents and you knew his own group had warned him as well. You should have listened. But you both thought you could beat the odds. 

He took you to the lake for a date, a fact that made your friends giggle amongst each other as you rushed around to get ready. Braiding your hair at first before panicking and not liking it so you rushed to brush through as your best friend chose the best bathing suit for you to wear and they all talked about your date. 

“-He is so cute. And he blushes whenever you are close, which is so cute.” Veronica smiles, playing with your waterproof mascara as your brush snags on a nasty knot in your hair and makes you gasp in pain. 

“Are you sure about this? He is a military man. We have the no dating military rule for a reason.” Samantha snaps, her eyes laid with mistrust and her body rigid as she leans against your wall. “I don’t want to get a call in the middle of the night of you crying to escape.”

That made you panic slightly, you knew Bob and he was always so sweet but how many females had fallen for the sweet act before. He was military and Samantha herself had gone through a military marriage that led to a broken cheek and nose, you had been the one to give her a place to stay. 

“It will be fine.” You shrug. “I have a good feeling.”

And you had been right, he took you to the lake and you both swam around for hours. He braided your hair when you got out so it didn’t get knotted and tangled from the lake water. You stayed huddled together in his car for warmth as you ate the greasiest burgers you could and laughed about the day you had. 

“I had a lot of fun today.” Bob blushes, fixing his glasses from where they were sliding down his nose as you smile at him. His cheeks were a little rosy from the sun and his knee was pressed to yours, his hair swept awkwardly. “Thank you for spending the day with me.”

“Thank you for inviting me.” You answer, both your voices low as you stare at each other. “I loved it.”

“You ready to go home, then?” He asks, his cheeks reddening even more past the burn which makes you smile a little wider.

“Or we could…. Well we could go to your place.” You offer to be near him a little longer. 

“I’d love that.” He smiles, moving to pull something out of the pocket of his swim trunks, placing it on the dashboard so he could start the car, and you blink at it. 

“Did you have a rock in your pocket?”

“Yeah. I thought it was pretty and I wanted to keep a memory of today.” He says lowly, looking at you nervously. “Is that weird?”

“No. Not at all.” You laugh, leaning to kiss his cheek. 

- 

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

- 

That little pebble from the lake still sat on his dashboard, the day he crashed his truck he made sure to grab it and keep it in his pocket. When he got his flier from the military he kept it on that dashboard now. He always carted it around in the air, saying it was his good luck charm. 

The thought makes tears well up in your eyes as you drag yourself from the bed and shuffle around the room to get dressed for the day. It had been the very first time you slept without Bob, which meant you didn’t actually get any sleep and you were more than a little cranky. Tired, cranky and upset. 

Not a good mix. 

But you tried to keep it together while you got ready for the day, fixing your hair and slipping on shoes before heading downstairs to grab your bag and keys. 

When your love sees you he casts his eyes away, rubbing at his chest as he makes himself look busy. “I made coffee if you need-”

It hurt to hear his voice, tearing at your chest as you snatch your work bag and keys before storming out of the house without any coffee. Just like that the feeling of betrayal is back, slashing at your heart and making you angry once more. 

Even the sound of his voice upset you now. 

Bob knew the news was not going to be delivered easily, waiting for you to get home from work with his leg bouncing wildly out of anxiety. You would leave, he knew it. Not that he would blame you, it would just tear him up through and through. 

The front door stands and he rushes up, fixing his glasses and turning the corner to where you would still be taking off your shoes. “Hey.”

Your head snaps up at his greeting, smiling softly as you shuffle closer and lean up on your toes to kiss his cheek before you move to kiss his lips. You seem to read his body language then, the tight stance and the guilty way he doesn’t kiss back before you lean back and blink at him. “Everything okay?”

“I….. They are changing my… okay so you know how we always talk about how I might be restationed?” He mumbles, reaching a hand up to rub at the back of his neck. “Well I… they are restationing me.”

“What? How long do you have?” You blink, fully pulling back from him. His hands catch on the bottom of your jacket, trying to keep you close and failing when you take another step back. 

His face pulls in a grimace as he realizes that this is where the annoyance will kick in, where you will actually get mad at him. “I have about 2 weeks.”

“2 weeks! I’m sorry, repeat that because it sounds like you just said 2 weeks.” You snap, blinking at him as your face begins setting into anger. “Aren’t they supposed to give you more time? Why would they make this so short?”

“Well I found out… a month ago. I just didn’t know how to explain and I wanted to find an apartment that might work before I told you.” 

“What do you mean, might work?!” 

“For us. An apartment that would be big enough for us-”

“You expect me to drop my entire life in 2 weeks?!” And before either of you knew it there was a fight brewing. 

- 

On the way home

I wrote a poem

You say, "What a mind"

This happens all the time

- 

You can’t really concentrate at work, your pen tapping on your desk a little too quickly, your coworkers beginning to look at you with odd glances. 

The more you thought the more you began changing your mind. It’s not like you loved this job, you would be more than happy to give your two weeks. Hell, you would love to give your days notice.  You would not miss this job nor would you miss any of your coworkers. You would however miss your friends and family. 

But it’s not like phones didn’t exist, and it’s not like you couldn’t take vacations to come see them. But it still wouldn’t be the same, you would be tearing yourself away from your family and friends. Alienating yourself. 

At the end of the day your options are narrowed down to leaving Bobby behind or leaving your life behind. 

Would you be able to make that choice. 

“Are you okay?” Your boss asks, coming to stand at your cubicle with a stern look. “I haven’t received any of the reports I needed from you in the past hour.”

“I…..” You blink, sitting up straighter, the photo of Bobby you have on your desk catching your eyes. 

“Let’s talk in my office.” She snaps, nodding her head as you try to come up with a proper excuse to your behavior. 

A month into the relationship and your friends still were a little skeptical of your boyfriend, but things were easy and you were in love. 

Tonight you would be taking Bobby to your friends birthday party, which was a very important thing and your boyfriend was panicking. You were laying on his bed, watching him pace back and forth in his room as he tried to find something to wear. 

“Does it look kiss assy if I match you? Because you look great but I don’t want your friends thinking I’m…. or maybe these jeans won’t work. How dressy is this party?” He panics, finally looking at you and fixing his glasses. 

“I think you are stressing yourself out.” You mumble, patting the bed in front of you to call him over. He sighs, moving to sit by you with a grunt which has you crawling closer and laying your head in his lap. His fingers immediately comb through your hair as he smiles down at you. 

“I know your friends don’t like me, I just want to impress them.” He blushes, shrugging his shoulders. 

“They like you… they all just have thoughts on the military life.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. They are scared you’re going to try and marry me and drag me across the country away from them and everyone. It’s a valid fear.”

“So…. you…. Well….. “ He blanches, nodding his head before moving to stand up. “I’ll stick with the shirt that matches you and the jeans.”

- 

'Cause they said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was nothing

- 

The drive home was filled with shaky hands and tears, you had to pull over once and swipe at your cheeks, taking a second to catch your breath before you continued your drive home. 

The house was dark, Bobby’s shoes gone and his key slot empty which meant he probably went to work or had some other stuff to take care of. You sighed in relief, thankful for at least a couple more hours before you would have to have this conversation with him. 

Instead you went upstairs, grabbing the stuff you had angrily dragged to the guest room last night and putting it back where it belonged before you hid and called your mom. 

Cowardly, you might add. 

You were in tears by the time you slammed the door to the guest room, hands shaking as you screamed at him to leave you alone, your breathing ragged and torn. 

How dare he? How dare he hide this from you and assume you would just up and leave? How dare he not tell you. 

A little forewarning, a little more understanding. Anything more than this. 

“Baby, can we please talk about this?” He asks through the door, a small thump telling you he laid his head on the door. “I…. we both knew this would happen. This doesn’t need to be this big of a deal.” “Go away. Just leave me alone.” You hated that he was right, that you had always known and had always been warned and yet still couldn’t imagine it. 

- 

Industry disruptors and soul deconstructors

And smooth-talking hucksters out glad-handing each other

And the voices that implore, "You should be doing more"

To you, I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it

- 

It had been a long day that had followed a long night, and he was tired. 

All he wanted to do was crawl under your shared sheets and pull you into him, snoring in your neck the way you always complain about while laughing, tickling your sides and snoring loudly just to bother you a little more. 

But after the fight he was sure you would still have a couple more issues to comb through. He understood, he did. The way he threw  it at you was a bit much, and he should have told you sooner but he wanted to make sure everything was sorted before he brought it up. He wanted all his ducks to be in a row. 

He was used to this life, you weren’t. 

The house smelled like it normally does when he gets home, your key in it’s preferred spot and your shoes left by the door, but no you in sight which bothered him. He loved when you came to greet him and now the house just felt empty when he entered. 

Calling your name once, another try, one last time before he sighs and moves to find you without taking his shoes off. He heads upstairs, moving through the halls easily in search of you. Something melting in his chest when he sees you curled upon his side of the bed with your face pressed into his pillow. 

Shuffling closer and placing a kiss on the back of your head before closing the blinds to your shared room and making sure you are comfortable before heading downstairs and getting started on dinner. Concentrating on that rather than remembering your tear stained face from the night before. 

There were hundreds of ways he could have handled the situation better, and he tried to do the right thing and ease you into it. But he still did the wrong thing. 

He just wanted you, he just needed you. 

Nothing else mattered to him. 

“I can’t believe it.” You smile, from ear to ear, as you help him carry in the last of the boxes into your new shared townhouse. 

He had gotten news that his leave would be extended another 2 years, which meant he didn’t have to leave you yet. You both chose to find a new place together after 7 months of dating and build a home together. He couldn’t be happier. 

You were quick to set the box onto the kitchen table before dashing to jump into his arms which made him laugh loudly, nearly dropping you as he tripped up and ran into a wall. “What’s the first thing we do in our new place?”

“Oh there are so many options,handsome. We can cook dinner…. Or maybe set up our kitchen table properly…” You list off ideas, a mischievous glint in your tone. “Or we can fuck.”

He chokes on air, his cheeks tinting red as he blinks at you. “The last one. Definitely the last one.”

- 

They said the end is coming

Everyone's up to something

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving

You're in the kitchen humming

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

- 

By the time you wake up you have no clue how long you slept. More than a little disoriented as you crawl from the bed and shuffle down the steps of your home, still wiping the sleep from your eyes as you keep tripping on your way to the kitchen. 

He’s got his back to you as he hums, cooking over the stove, and the sight alone makes your eyes well up in tears. It had been almost 3 years with him, living together and building a life together. 

He doesn’t have time to turn as you dash to him, tears falling freely as you wrap your arms around him and cry into the shirt on his back, clutching the fabric between your fingers as he tries his best to hug back. “Hey hey. Take it easy.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said.” You sob, keeping him held tight. 

“It’s fine. We’ll figure it out.” He whispers, finally getting the perfect spot to turn and hug you back. “I can make trips down here, any time I get days off I can try to get back here. You don’t have to give up your life for me.”

“No.”

“Come on baby. We can’t just drop this.” He pleads, trying to move you both to the table so you can sit and have conversation. “I can’t lose you. I know we were both aware of this coming but it’s different now that it is here.”

“I quit my job.” You blurt, making him blink at you. “I quit and already called my mom to tell her. I’ll be going with you.” 

He can’t stop blinking at you, his heart stopping in his chest. “You didn’t have to…. You didn’t have to do that. I could have made the trips-”

“I don’t want to. I want you near all the time. I can’t live without you so if you’re being shipped to some stupid ocean side town then I will come with you and learn to swim.” You mumble out. 

“You can swim.” 

“Yeah…. In stillwater.” You laugh, the tears still falling. “I’ve given you 3 years. I’m not giving up now.”

“I know you don’t want this life ,marriage and being carted around.” He sighs. “But I was too selfish to let you go. And I can’t do that. I can’t let you go.”

“Is that what you think? That I don’t want to marry you?”

“Well your friends always sai-”

“I would love to marry you….. Okay you will actually have to ask me, this is not a proposal.”

“Okay, just take a breath.” Bobby laughs, watching you shake in the seat of his cockpit. “It’s just flying.”

“I’m not going in the air.” You snap a little too aggressively, the panic of being in the seat beginning to get to you. It was too high already, and you did not know how he did this on a day to day basis. “Let me out.”

“Okay, hold on. Take a deep breath with me now baby and just relax.” He orders, rubbing your arm comfortably. “Take a breath. You’re okay. Just take a look.” 

You do what he says and take a deep breath in, looking around his cockpit before you spot the small rock from your first date sitting under the sun on the dashboard. “You still have that?”

“Of course.” He laughs, reaching past you to grab it before beginning to point and show you all the cool things in the cockpit. 

- 

They said the end is coming (they said the end is coming)

Everyone's up to something (everyone's up to something)

I find myself running home to your sweet nothings

Outside, they're push and shoving (outside, they're push and shoving)

You're in the kitchen humming (you're in the kitchen humming)

All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing

- 

The new place had a weird energy. 

You were still getting used to not being so close to your family and days at the beach were not as amazing as you dreamed them to be. Bobby was a part of a ‘secret team’ and his days were pretty packed with a high paced training schedule at first so there were many days you were left alone to figure out what to do. 

You ended up getting another job, this one you liked a little more than the last but it was still so new to you. 

It would take you a while to get used to everything which was fine, you had never had to move like that before but it would all be fine. 

But today Bobby got time off, which you made sure would be spent well. Dressing up in a great outfit and driving out to the stadium to scream Taylor Swift at the top of your lungs. 

By the time he drags you home you have drunkenly decided that the poster you got from the Eras tour might help you liven your new house with.  Bobby agrees, smiling from ear to ear as you hang it up lopsided, knowing that if it makes you happy then he will 100 percent get more for every room of the house. 

You fall asleep in his arms, letting him whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

[acey-wacey]

Affection hc’s for Floyd pleease🤍

I added the Scarabia boys as well. Enjoy!

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Affection HCs

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🐚 Floyd Leech 🐚

He's quite violent in his affection.

It obviously isn't meant to be malicious but he isn't used to affection that isn't very aggressive.

He doesn't know how hard humans can be squeezed without suffocating and he thinks it's kinda funny to find out.

You can tap out whenever it starts hurting but you know he means well.

After a while of being together, he gains more understanding of gentle hugs and utilizes this.

He still likes being playfully aggressive, but when you're snuggling, he doesn't want to suffocate you.

On that note, he is a big snuggler.

Doesn't matter what time of the night it is, if he wants snuggles, he will sprint to Ramshackle to kidnap you and bring you back to his room.

He wraps his arms and legs around you like a koala so you couldn't escape even if you wanted to.

He's a biter.

A nasty, little biter.

If any of your skin is exposed on any part of your body, he will be on that like a feral chihuahua.

You make the mistake of wearing a crop top for once and he picks you up and takes a nice munch of your belly.

It hurts a bit and he'll always apologize if he draws blood.

How can you say no to his little puppy eyes?

He never intends to hurt you, but he definitely pushes the limits at times.

He ditched work a lot to visit you.

It's got to the point where Azul had to force you to stay in the lounge until Floyd's shift is over so he won't run off.

Of course, if Azul ever tried to trick you into a contract or take advantage of your relationship in any other way, he will be threatened by both Leech twins.

Jade is quite fond of you because he notices how much happier his brother is with you.

Floyd can focus a lot better on whatever he's doing when you're around, mostly because he wants to impress you.

You get great scary dog privilege with both brothers leering over your shoulders at all times.

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🪙 Kalim Al-Asim 🪙

He's very, very vocal about his affections.

Even before you were dating, he told you how much he liked you every day, be it over text or in person.

He's also a big gift giver.

It gets a little much sometimes but he means we'll.

You have a whole closet dedicated to jewelry and expensive gifts he's given you, though you rarely have occasion to wear any of them.

Your favorite gift that he gave you is a simple pair of ruby earrings that are small enough not to draw attention and match the color of his eyes.

It's the only piece that ever leaves the closet.

He loves to throw parties in your honor often making up small reasons for you to have a feast.

If parties aren't your scene, he won't make you go but he'll save some of the food to bring to you later.

He'e aware that his attention can be overwhelming at times and he will not be offended if you tell him to tone it down.

He just has trouble with the concept of "tone it down".

Eventually, you make a list of rules which limits him to one party and one expensive gift per month.

Aside from gifts, he's very physically affectionate.

He wants to be touching you at all times.

He usually hangs onto your arm when you're walking together and gives you hugs everytime he sees you.

He doesn't usually initiate kisses because he can't read social cues very well so he waits for you to make the first move.

And even then, he likes cheek or nose kisses better.

Grim doesn't mind you being spoiled because it means he gets lots and lots of tuna as well.

Kalim is a little childish but he wants you to know how much he loves you, in his way or yours.

...

🐍 Jamil Viper 🐍

In contrast to Kalim's carefreeness, Jamil is very discerning with his affection.

He prefers to keep to himself anyway so he doesn't show a lot of PDA.

Most of your friends didn't even know the two of you were dating until like 2 years in.

Although he won't admit it, he really does crave your touch.

Not as openly as Kalim, but more subtle ways.

He'll find small ways to touch you without it being explicitly affectionate but you know he just wants to touch you.

Sometimes he puts his hand on the small of your back in crowded hallways.

He can claim it's so you don't get lost but you know the truth.

He also will let you into the kitchen when he's cooking.

You may not see that as such a big thing but the Scarabia dorm members know how special that is since he's yelled at all of them for getting within 10 feet of his workspace.

He even lets you help out sometimes.

Even if you know how to use a knife properly, he'll still hover his hand over yours to help you keep steady.

When you're alone, you have to initiate the affection.

He still feels uncomfortable asking for things because he's scared to be shut down so you have to help him along.

He's not a big snuggler, per se, but he likes holding your hand while you lay next to each other.

It's a small enough gesture to not be overwhelming but something you can still identify as affection.

He shows affection in small ways almost imperceptible to someone who isn't close to him.

It's in the subtle way his lips quirk up when he rolls his eyes at something silly you did or how he leans a bit too close to you when you're showing him something on your phone.

It's the comfortable silence in your room while you stroke his hand with your thumb and the texts he sends you every night asking how your day was.

He doesn't seem to be the most involved but you can see how sweet he is and maybe someday he will be able to share more of himself with you without being afraid of rejection.

[completely-normal-about-trolls]

Beta Bonfire

Part 2 to Poppy's Secret Stash

@vacayisland

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Poppy smiled and stared at the now half-empty bookshelf. Her and Branch had spent the better half of a day going through each scrapbook she had made, deciding if it was worthy to stay or if it should be thrown out. She had a large box full of books to burn, and another, smaller box full of books she wanted to keep. She planned on bringing them tonight to pass around the bonfire they were having. "Do you think we should bring some marshmallows or hot dogs?"

"I don't think so," Branch said, effortlessly picking up the heavier box. "Jd and Bruce said they were taking care of the food. We just need to bring the fuel."

"Alright." Poppy picked up the lighter box and led Branch out of the pod. They walked to the edge of Pop Village, where Viva was already waiting with Floyd.

"¡Hola hermana!" Viva called out. "Thanks for inviting me tonight! I'm super psyched to be here tonight! What are we doing again?"

"We're burning some of my old scrapbooks! One of my friends is coming tonight to burn some of hers, too," Poppy said, setting her box down. "It's just the ones that are badly written, or make the boys uncomfortable. The big box is getting burned, but this one-" She pointed to the box at her feet. "Is staying untouched. I just wanted to show you some of my fantast-amazing work."

"Ooooh! Is there one about Clay?" Viva asked with a bright smile. "Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!"

Poppy just giggled and tossed a book over to her. "Knock yourself out, Viva." Poppy and Branch got to work making a pile with books and sticks, trying to place everything just right to account for maximum airflow and a long burn time.

"Need some more scrapbooks?" Someone asked as they came closer.

Poppy turned around and smiled brightly. "DJ!" She ran over and hugged her before taking the box away. "It's been forever! How've you been?"

"Pretty good! Lex is so nice and caring, and I have never been to so many raves in my life before! I swear, every celebration of any kind, there's a rave! It's so cool!"

"I thought Techno Reef was underwater. How to breathe down there?" Branch asked as he put her books in the pile.

"Bubble helmet," Suki said simply. She smiled and sat down by Viva, laying back on her hands and basking in the glow of the sunset. "I did miss the sun, though. You don't get a lot of light down there."

"Very true..." Poppy and the other made small talk as they waited for the rest of their little group. DJ and Viva were quick to become friends, and spent most of the time looking over the scrapbooks that weren't supposed to be burned. Poppy was able to get Floyd to spill about Branch's childhood, about the dance rehearsals, family sing-a-longs, and the everyday life in between. Poppy was gushing and giggling, giving Branch many, many hugs while he just smiled and rolled his eyes.

Eventually, JD rolled up with other two brothers in tow and Rhonda a safe distance from the fire. "Hey! Who's the cutie with the headphones?" JD asked as he got closer.

"That's my friend, DJ Suki. She lives in Techno Reef with her boyfriend~" Poppy said with a giggle.

"Me and Trollex are keeping it casual right now, so no he is not my boyfriend~" DJ said, copying Poppy's tone at the end.

"I give it two more weeks before you become official," Poppy teased with a smile.

DJ just rolled her eyes and got back to the scrapbook she had.

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A few hours had passed and the sun had set on Pop Village, leaving the little get-together illuminated only by the (very glittery and sparkle-y) bonfire. Poppy had been silent for a while, munching on raw s'mores ingredients while she wrote. Branch watched her carefully, noticing how her lips parted softly as she mumbled the words back to herself. Sometimes, she would scrunch up her nose and drag her eraser wildly across the page. Every once in a while, she would look up and bob her head side to side, as if she was trying to rattle the words out of her brain before going back to her writing.

"Whatcha got there, Popstar?" DJ eventually asked, breaking the Queen out of her trance.

"Oh, just working on some more fanfiction," Poppy commented before reaching for a marshmallow.

"No scrapbooks?" Branch asked with a little smile and eyebrow raise.

"Yeah. If we're gonna burn this again, it would be safe to avoid another glitter fire," she said, pointing to the bonfire as she got back to writing.

"Yeeeeaaah...." Bruce said, staring at the sparkles. "I don't think that's good for the environment...."

"Well... Let's just hope everything is ok until it isn't," Branch said simply.

"Anyway!" Viva exclaimed, trying to change the subjct off of ruining the environment. "Whatcha writing now?" She asked, trying to peek over her sister's shoulder. "Please tell me it's a sequel to Into the Brozone!"

"Hey, hey! No peeking!" Poppy giggled as she pushed her away. "It's just a first draft. But it's another book in The Dory's Pet series."

The brothers all gave an audible groan. "Seriously?" Clay asked. "How many have you written of those?"

"32!" Viva said confidently. "I counted them after I read them."

"33 if you include the one she threw out the window," DJ commented.

"How did you know about that?" Poppy asked.

"It hit me in the head," she said, pointing to the light purple bruise. "You need to watch where you're aiming."

"I wasn't really aiming anywhere...." Poppy mumbled. She felt a presence behind her and turned quickly, seeing Viva looking over her shoulder again to try and read her first draft. "I said no peeking!" She squealed, playfully smacking her and scooting away.

"Oh, c'mon! Just a little sneak peek?" Viva begged. "Just a little snippet. Please please please?"

"Alright, alright. It's just a first draft, so it's not the greatest," Poppy said as she sat upright. "Don't judge me." As everyone scooted just a little bit closer, leaning in to hear better, Poppy cleared her throat and began to read.

"The rain beat heavily against the window pane, a constant rhythm, a calming sound for all to hear. Which was interrupted by a hiss and a groan, followed by the clinking of metal.

"'Couldn't you be more careful?' Branch said, propping himself on his elbows to try and see what his nurse was doing. He was not-so-kindly shoved back down, forced to lie flat while she worked.

"'Be more careful?' Poppy asked. 'Like how you were careful when you got shot 12 times?' She said coldly, forcing another bullet out. She began to pour some rubbing alchohol on the wounds, ignoring his pained groans and hisses."

"Why am I the one who got shot?" Branch interrupted, faking a hurt look.

"Because you're the love interest," Poppy explained. "I can easily switch it to John Dory."

"Please no," JD said quickly.

Poppy gave him an evil smile and got back to reading. "She made quirk work of sewing up the wounds, tuning out his excuses. 'I don't care what you have to say! You need to be more careful! One of these days, I won't be around and you're gonna bleed out in an alley!' She stood up and threw the gloves away, hastily wiping her eyes.

"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage-"

"It's called gauze," Branch interrupted.

"¡Cállate!" Viva yelled.

"As I was saying..." Poppy said.

"'I don't need you to care for me like damn child,' Branch growled, starting to wrap his torso with a bandage. 'I can take care of myself.'"

"'Then why do you keep me around?' Poppy said shakily, trying to stave off her tears as she poured herself a glass of whiskey."

"You sure a little lady-" Clay said, trying to begin a joke.

"¡CÁLLATE!" Viva yelled. "Go on," she said as she turned her attention back to Poppy.

"'You know damn well why we keep you around,' Branch said, getting off the bed as he finished wrapping his torso."

"'Right. I'm just your consolation prize...' Poppy said. 'Just a stupid trophy to make you happy.' She drank the whole glass in one go, tears finally spilling over and falling down her cheeks."

"'You're not just a trophy-' Branch tried to say."

"'Then what am I?!' Poppy exclaimed. 'What am I to you?! Because every damn day, you and your brothers go out there, almost die, and I'm supposed to take care of you! Do you realize how hard it is?! Having to make sure the people I care about the most in this world don't die because of me?! Having to save your life every day?! Because it's hard, Branch!' Tears fell down like waterfalls, coating her cheeks as she screamed at him. 'It's hard trying to make sure you don't die because of me! So what am I, Branch? Am I just your nurse? Am I supposed to stop loving you with all my heart, soul, and being and just make sure you don't die?! Because I will! I will stop caring and just make sure you don't die...'"

"The room was silent, only filled with Poppy's shakey breath and thw rhythmic pitter-patter of the rain. Branch took a step closer, and Poppy took a step back. Soon, Branch had her up against the wall, boxing her in with his arms as he glared at her. 'You really think I don't care about you...?' He said softly, a hint of anger in his voice."

"Poppy could respond. She just stared up, her voice caught in her throat and too scared to speak."

The group fell silent, staring at Poppy with wide eyes. It was certianly odd to see such a happy troll like Poppy to be so...angry and full of rage, screaming those words with such passion. "You ok, Poppy?" DJ asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah, I'm good! This is just how I channel my anger." She smiled at her and set the book aside.

"You know, I think Mr. Dinkles is taking new clients, if you want therapy," Branch said.

"Nah, I'm good." She set her notebook aside and held up a bag. "Are you guys gonna finish these? Because if not then I'm eating them all and you can't stop me."

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Cállate means "Shut up" in Spanish. I headcannon Viva being fluent in english and spanish

[windblume-wishes]

Happy Birthday, sweet Riddle! I wanted to celebrate the best boy’s birthday with some HCs that have been sitting in storage in the back of my noggin for a while and thought now was the right time to share them!

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𝕃𝕖𝕥’𝕤 𝕤𝕖𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕨, 𝕀 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕘𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖…

Riddle Rosehearts - The Sweetest Rose (Head Canons)

Riddle is the type of guy who listens to ASMR when he studies and/or needs to relax. He really enjoys sleep ASMR for those nights he finds it difficult to fall asleep.

He cries a lot, he’s got a lot of pent up emotions that he just needs to let out so he makes sure he either does it when he’s alone with you or simply in his room alone.

Riddle does “nesting” to feel safe and secure when he sleeps. His mother barely held him as a child and he craves security so he makes a pillow and blanket nest to get that security, Cater even bought Riddle a weighted blanket to help him- it works like a charm.

His favourite essential oils for his diffuser are the autumn and winter themed oils- there is something comforting about the smells of sweet cranberries or sugar cookies that just makes him happy.

He sleeps with a stuffed bunny he named Alice, his mother does not know about Alice Bunny as he only takes her out at bedtime and quickly hides her in the morning.

Trey is the one that gifted him the bunny plush as a welcome to NRC gift.

Biggest softie for baby animals and small critters. Sometimes accompanies Silver to the woods behind the campus to play with his animal friends.

He has been called every small person nickname under the sun…

Riddle has been picked up and carried around at random by Floyd and Leona to tease him for being small.

Riddle always drinks warm milk with honey before bed- of course Trey makes sure he brushes extra after that.

He has been caught in the middle of the night eating sweets in the kitchen. He looked like a guilty puppy with a tart in his mouth.

He is extremely skinny, he is malnourished thanks to his mother’s toxic behaviour in regards to his diet and upbringing. The school nurses have encouraged him to eat more on numerous occasions.

Super insecure about changing around others during PE, he hates people seeing his tiny, skinny body.

The most embarrassing thing he has done so far was walking into a wall when he was not paying attention- his nose was in a textbook.

Flexes his muscles in front of his mirror just to see how strong he’s gotten.

Stretches every morning in hopes to stretch the height out of him- boy just wants a growth spurt.

When he gets pouty he stomps his foot and huffs a little, he’s been compared to an angry hedgehog.

Cater compares him to a Pomeranian puppy sometimes when he gets super yappy and angry. Cater was collared immediately after that remark.

Reminds the teacher when homework is due that day.

He always runs to trey if he has a nightmare, after his Overblot he has had more frequent nightmares.

Riddle sometimes hides under his bed when he has a rough day, he has a full fort under there for moments like that.

Extremely, and I do mean EXTREMELY ticklish absolutely EVERYWHERE!

He prefers oversized nightgowns for pyjamas.

Riddle is the literal meaning of “tiny people have tiny tempers”…

If TWST were to have an English Dub I 100% hear Brina Palencia voicing him.

His Bath and Body Works scent would be Rose Vanilla or Strawberry Pound Cake.

[theharddeck]

i'll carry my bags just until i can hold you again || chapter 2/5

pairing: jake seresin x julie floyd (OC)

summary: Six months after they break up, Jake shows up at Julie's Family thanksgiving. Jake tries to make himself useful, and then another serviceman shows up as a holiday surpise

warnings: 18+, minors please DNI -- still nothing explicit, unless you count swearing. we'll get smut in coming chapters, and I never want someone to be caught off guard.

length: 5.1k

tagging: @peakyrogers @fuckyeahhangman @withahappyrefrain @wildbornsiren @laracrofted @callsignvalley @gigisimsonmars @roosterforme @almostgenerallyalways @daggerspare-standingby @wildxwidow @mxgyver @princessofglitterland as per usual, if you want to be added or taken off, just let me know 💙

crossposted on ao3, so read there, if you like

previous chapter

The thing about being raised in the Seresin household was that Jake knew how to do one thing—make himself useful. 

As Julia poured hot apple cider into thermoses, he wiped the counter after her, then took the thermoses outside and stacked them in the toolbox in the bed of the truck he’d rented. He stood behind her with a box of hand warmers, handing her one every time one of her nephews or nieces stepped through the doorway. He helped her grandma into the middle of the bench seat of the truck, pretending not to notice that Julia was putting an obvious barrier between the two of them. 

And now he was making inane small talk with Grandma Floyd while Julia stared out the passenger seat window as the Connecticut countryside rolled by. In his peripheral vision he could see that her back was straight, her shoulders pressed against the seatback, her hands folded in her lap. 

Jake’s fingers itched on the steering wheel; he’d bet she was clenching her own fingers tightly, running through what would happen when they got to the pumpkin patch. In another life, he’d reach over and take her hands in one of his, and she’d let him. Her shoulders would relax slightly, tension seeping out of her as she stopped holding herself so tightly. 

But in this one, he didn’t touch her, just explained to Grandma Floyd that it wasn’t that high school football was better than the NFL, but that there were so many traditions and memories and fondness around it, so it ended up feeling like a bigger deal. 

When they got to the pumpkin patch, it was nearly empty, picked over, this late in the season. But a seemingly endless supply of nieces and nephews poured out of rental cars, and Jake helped corral them as best he could.

They had a lot of questions.

Why pumpkins were different colors, what the warts meant, if they’d be turning them into pie, if they could carve them, how big of pumpkins they could get, could they have cider yet, whose pumpkins was the biggest…. 

At some point, he noticed Julia and one of her sisters were pouring cider into paper cups and handing them around to the kids, and Jake told himself it wasn’t personal that she hadn’t asked him to help. Sometimes he thought she might be watching him, but whenever he looked over, she was smiling at one of her aunts, or retying a shoe for some kid.

It didn’t stop him from looking though, as often as he could. 

Her cheeks were flushed from the cool air, bright spots of pink that made her brown eyes seem even warmer. Jake tried to think of why he’d be noticing something like that, at least under the guise of being here just to appease his parents. 

He came up blank. 

Agnostically, he could admit that he just liked looking at her. Liked her smile, her flushed lips from the cold, the pink tint over her nose. Liked seeing her taking care of people who mattered so much to her, and it made his heart swell with a pride that wasn’t his to feel. 

The light faded as pumpkin selections were made, and someone decided it was time for pictures. The group gathered in front of the Pumpkin Farm sign, and Jake stood next to Julia while she snapped photos on whatever phones were handed to her. It made sense for him to be the jester—waving his arms dramatically to draw the younger kids’ attention to the cameras, cracking dumb jokes to make the teenagers roll their eyes and smile begrudgingly—and he could swear he heard Julia chuckle once or twice, but when he looked at her, she was focused on the pictures she was framing. 

“Alright,” Julia’s mom appeared beside them, reaching for Julia’s phone and shoving Jake lightly, “your turn, now.”

“Oh, it’s okay, Ma,” Julia smiled, and Jake wondered if her mom could see the tightness in it. “We’re good.”

“We all had to, Aunt Jules,” one of her nephews called, and Jake made a mental note to slip the kid a twenty. “Now it’s your turn!”

Jake watched Julia’s lips thin as she decided if it was worth making a scene to not have to take a picture with him, before resolution washed over her face and she wrinkled her nose playfully at her nephew. 

“Then I’m borrowing your pumpkin, Peter,” she told him, holding out her hands, and he surrendered it good-naturedly. It was a smaller pumpkin, but Julia wrapped both her arms around it, and Jake figured it was serving the same purpose as Grandma Floyd on the drive over. 

“Want to use your phone?” Julia asked him, and Jake realized this was probably his end of the bargain, getting a picture for his family. 

“Uh, yeah, sure,” he dug his phone out of his back pocket, handing it to whoever came forward to get it, and following Julia down towards the sign. When they turned back to her family, smiling fondly at her and looking knowingly at each other, Jake knew without looking how Julia would react to that. 

People who only wanted the best for her, who didn’t know why that would stress her out, and it wasn’t for their benefit when he draped his arm loosely over her shoulder. This part of the routine was similar, knowing which side Julia wanted to smile from, and which hip she'd lean on, in a picture. 

“Which camera?” Jake joked, because more than just his phone was pointing at them. He felt Julie's shoulders dip slightly, her back softening as she leaned into him, her smile plastic but her body appreciating his support. 

“Me first!” Julia’s mom called, and Julia cleared her throat, looking down at the pumpkin, and Jake frowned, as a thought crossed his mind. 

“Did you want one?” he asked quietly, and Julia looked up at him, eyebrows pushing together.

“What?”

“A pumpkin,” Jake clarified, wondering if she had wanted to pick one out for herself and hadn’t gotten to because of her miscellaneous duties.

“Oh,” she shook her head, the frown easing between her brows, and a funny expression taking its place. “No, I don’t need one…thank you, though. For asking. That’s good of you.”

Jake nodded, not sure what other words he could come up with from this close. Julia’s eyes were just there, and he could count the freckles over the bridge of her nose. They never showed up in pictures, not enough contrast from a distance, and they were one of his favorite things he’d noticed about her. Like he had this insider secret that other people didn’t get. 

Used to be one of his favorites, Jake corrected himself. 

“Up here, you two!” someone called, and Julia blinked, looking away, smile growing automatically. Jake lifted his chin, smiling obediently as well, and a couple cameras went off, shutters and flash sounding in chorus. 

“Okay,” Julia asked between her bared teeth, “we good? Everyone get what they want?”

Julia’s mom held up a dramatic thumbs up. 

“I’m hungry,” someone announced.

“Can I have my pumpkin back?” someone else (presumably Peter) called, and Julia stepped away from Jake almost immediately. Not quick enough to be noticed, probably, but when he glanced over at her, she was back to not looking at him. 

The way back to the house was quick, quiet, everyone a little more subdued. When they rounded the corner to Grandma Floyd’s house, there was a car waiting in the driveway, and Jake exchanged a confused glance with Julia. Theirs was the first in the caravan, and as he parked the truck, Jake saw the front porch light flip on, and he recognized the silhouette filling the doorway. 

“Julia,” he said quietly, and when she looked over from unbuckling her grandmother, he tilted his head towards the door. 

“Oh my god,” she whispered, her breath catching before she looked back to Jake. “Can you—”

“Go,” he nodded, and Julia’s expression flooded with gratitude before she wrenched off her seatbelt, sprinting across the lawn and launching herself at her brother. 

Jake tried to give her as much time as he could, taking over unbuckling Grandma Floyd from where Julia had left off, and guiding her around the front of the car. By the time he’d shuffled her closer, other cars were pulling up, doors slamming and people shouting, as the family realized Bob had gotten leave approved, and had made it in time for the holiday. This time, Jake was more than happy to fade into the background, closing and locking cars, picking up discarded gloves and hats from the driveway, and herding the family into the house slowly. 

He tried not to think that this was what it was supposed to be like, coming home.

Mrs. Floyd was openly weeping, her nose running as she laughed, refusing to let go of her son as he hugged extended family with his other arm. Julia had stepped out of the way when her mom had seen Bob, and was standing on the stairs inside the front door, her arms filled with everyone’s coats as Bob and the others spilled into the entryway. Uncles were proudly swatting Bob’s chest, the kids looked at him with open admiration, their dashing uncle in his khaki uniform. Their excitement, relief, joy, was all palpable, and Jake didn’t think it could be more juxtaposed to the scene he knew would’ve taken place in Dallas, if he hadn’t switched his flight. 

It was not the best thought to be lingering on, when Bob noticed him. 

The WSO’s blue eyes went cold as ice, and Jake could swear the house’s temperature dropped a few degrees as Bob stilled, before looking to Julia.

He didn’t even have to say anything; the question was apparent, as was the hostility in the air. The hallway fell quiet, and Jake felt three dozen heads swivel between him, Bob, and Julia, not comprehending the shift in energy. 

“Okay,” Julia said, her voice bright, dropping the coat pile over the bannister, “let me get two seconds with the both of you; everyone else into the mudroom with your pumpkins, yeah?”

She moved quickly, grabbing Jake’s wrist and her other hand planting on Bob’s chest and pushing him back out the front door. 

They went obediently, and as soon as the door shut, Bob’s mouth pressed into a thin line, as he crossed his arms across his chest. 

“What’s he doing here, Jules?” he asked, his voice low. 

“Okay, look,” Jake began. “This was my—”

“It wasn’t unintentional that I asked her,” Bob interrupted, without looking over at Jake, his eyes not leaving his sister. Julia wrapped her arms around herself, a small shiver working over her body in the nighttime Connecticut air. Jake was halfway out of his jean jacket, and that had Bob looking at him, his jaw clenching, and he held up his index finger at Jake.

“Do not,” Bob said, stepping around Julia to open the door to the house again, grabbing the first jacket off the banister, and draping it over his sister’s shoulders.  

Julia shifted on her feet, pulling the jacket tighter like a cloak, and looking between her brother and Jake uneasily. 

“You know how this weekend is for me, Robbie,” she said, finally.

Her voice sounded tired and Jake shoved his hands back into the jean jacket with a bit of the frustration that he felt. 

Bob’s shoulders rose and fell as he took a couple measured breaths, before raking a hand through his blonde hair. 

“I know,” he said, his voice noticeably softer. “I know, I’m sorry. I wanted to come earlier, but this was the soonest—”

“It’s okay,” Julia said quietly. She rubbed her hands over the jacket, and tipped her head slightly so Bob would look back at her. “But that’s why he’s here.”

“Jules—”

“What happens when you go inside, Robbie?” Julia’s voice was gentle, but it was determined.

Bob blew out a long breath; Jake could tell how much he hated this. “Probably a million conversations,” he mumbled.

“Probably,” Julia agreed, without malice. “Lots of hugs, lots of catching up. And I know that’s not your scene, and I’m sure you’re exhausted from traveling, so it’s not your ideal either. But…you’re not going to be able to help me. I need someone, and Jake’s here.”

“Him, though?” Bob asked, and Jake figured that was fair. 

Years ago, after the uranium mission, he and Bob had reached a truce, and an easy peace after he and Julia had started dating. When they’d split, Bob had been livid—both at Jake for breaking Julia’s heart, and at himself for not stopping it. 

“Yeah, I know,” Julia sighed, and she let go of the jacket to press a hand over her eyes. “If it makes you feel any better about it, I think he’s pretty messed up about this whole thing too.”

“Can confirm,” Jake muttered, not that Bob was asking him. 

Bob ran a hand through his hair again, stepping back from where he had been between Jake and Julia, and looking between them. “I’m not lying to Ma about this. She’s gonna pick up on the fact that I’m mad at him, even if she doesn’t know what about.”

“Sweetheart,” Julia smiled, not unkindly, but amused, “they’re not thinking twice about Jake and I, now that you’re here.”

Bob’s forehead wrinkled as he frowned, thinking that over. 

“I don’t like that,” he said, finally. 

“You don’t have to,” Julia said. She shrugged the jacket off her shoulders and handed it to Jake, before stepping forward to wrap her arms around her brother’s waist. Bob held her automatically, his chin coming to rest against the side of her forehead, and Jake knew he’d been dismissed, given a task that would let them end this moment together. 

So he stepped around them carefully, letting himself back into the house and grabbing the rest of the coats where Julia had left them on the banister. He carried them to the closet in the garage, fishing pocket warmers out of the kids’ jacket pockets and trying not to think about the fact that, after everything, Julia needed him.

Six months ago. 

“What the hell was that?”

The door slammed back on its hinges as Phoenix burst into the debriefing room after the day’s drills. Bob was in the front row, a pencil spinning methodically around his fingers, his eyes determinedly staring straight ahead. Jake was two rows back, his head in his hands, his vision nearly blurring from a migraine. 

Was it from lack of sleep? Stress? That he’d nearly gotten all three of them killed on this drill? That whenever he closed his eyes, all he could see was Julia’s filling with tears? 

Phoenix stopped in front of him, spreading her hands, waiting for an explanation.

“Sorry,” Jake mumbled.

“Sorry,” she repeated. “That’s it?”

“It was a bad run, Phoenix; I’ll do better—”

Natasha scoffed, walking to the front of the room. 

“And you?” she asked, lifting her chin at Bob. 

“I’m not his backseater,” Bob said, evenly.

“Yeah, no kidding,” Phoenix crossed her arms, “which is why I’m the one asking why you’re refusing to work with our team lead, while I’m piloting you around.” 

The room was quiet for a long minute, and Jake thought for a blessed, delusional, moment that Bob might actually let it go.

Then the WSO snapped the pencil he was holding, the pieces dropping to the desk. “He broke up with Jules.”

Phoenix’s hands dropped to her sides, and she looked over at Jake. 

“Are you serious?” she asked, her voice quiet, her eyes intense.

Jake nodded, looking away. 

Bob’s anger he could handle—hell, he deserved it—but Phoenix looked too closely for him to think he could hide from her. He could feel her watching him, and he willed his expression to be blank. He could feel her disbelief and her pity, and he hated it. Hated that she was right to feel both of them. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, Seresin,” she said, quietly.

Well that, they could agree on. 

“Yeah,” Jake nodded.

Phoenix sighed, looking back at Bob. “Are you gonna hit him?”

Bob snorted, but shook his head.

Phoenix sniffed. “Figure out how to get it out of your system, both of you. I’m not getting killed because you’re protective and you’re heartbroken, and you brought it into the air with me. Got it?”

They both nodded.

They both lied.

There was no way something like this got out of their system. 

As soon as the debriefing was done, Jake went to Admiral Simpson to request a transfer, which was granted in 22 hours. 

Julie swirled the ladle around the industrial-sized crockpot in her grandmother’s kitchen, scraping the chocolate curls off the bottom of the vat, back into what remained of the hot chocolate. 

It was after dinner—with all the excitement from Bob’s surprise homecoming, they’d just ordered pizza from a local pie place—and then everyone had curled up in the family room. The kids were on a pile of blankets on the floor, watching The Peanuts and pretending they weren’t spilling their hot chocolate. The adults were back on the couches, having hushed conversations and passing around a peppermint schnapps bottle to top off their mugs.  

Jake had helped with cleanup after dinner, breaking down a good dozen pizza boxes and collecting all the discarded soda cans from around the house. She’d found him reading Amelia Bedelia to a gaggle of nieces who didn’t seem to notice that he was practically reading himself to sleep. In that moment, Julie’d realized what today must’ve looked like to him—the flight from California to Connecticut, running interference for her, energy on 100%, regardless of what he felt. And, yeah, he was getting something out of it—not having to be with his parents, for starters, some truly festive holiday activities—but Julie remembered how these things always weighed on him. The first Thanksgiving he’d come home with her, he’d been pensive at night, and had quietly told her that he hadn’t believed a family like the Floyds existed outside of Nora Ephron movies. And obviously he saw the flip side of it, with Julie’s stress levels, but she knew it was hard for him to see the overflow of love and affection coursing through this household.

So, Julie coaxed her nieces into the living room with promises of Charlie Brown and hot chocolate, then sent her boyfriend upstairs to get an early start on rest.

Julie frowned at the crockpot. 

Ex boyfriend.

She scraped aggressively at a piece of stuck chocolate, trying to pry it off the side of the pot, and not think about how easily Jake had slipped back into this role. 

“What’d the poor crockpot do to you?”

Julie jumped at her mom’s amused question, coming into the kitchen beside her and unloading an armful of mugs into the farm sink.

Ma looked tired, but the good kind of tired. Her eyes had brown smudges under them, from where her makeup had smeared after Bob’s surprise, and her smile lines were a little more pronounced tonight. Julie knew how much it meant to her to have Bob home, and in the dim under-cabinet lighting of the kitchen, that care was apparent. 

Julie gave up on scraping at the stubborn chocolate. “There’s maybe 2 cups left in here,” she asked, instead, “What do you want to do with it?”

Ma looked over from the sink, where she’d turned on the tap and was rinsing out the mugs. She shrugged, starting to load them into the dishwasher. 

“Do we have a mason jar somewhere? It'll keep fine overnight, and someone can have it with breakfast.”

Julie nodded, crossing the kitchen to look in one of the cabinets. She found a jar, then the pot holders, and she felt her mom watching her as she hefted the crockpot out of the base, to pour the dregs into the mason jar. 

Julie finished pouring, capped the mason jar, and Ma moved out of the way so Julie could carry the pot over to the sink, filling it with water so it could soak. There were a couple other tasks to be completed around the kitchen, and they moved around each other in familiar silence, a rhythm honed by years of repetition. Julie felt her throat tightening at the thought of it, daughters caring for their families in a dark kitchen, a house brimming and hushed.

When the dishwasher was running, counters were wiped, towels and napkins restocked and everything stored, Julie and her mom stood side by side, hands on their hips. Julie felt a slender arm around her waist, and she leaned her head on Ma’s, as she was pulled into a hug. 

“Thank you,” Ma said quietly, and Julie nodded, knowing she could feel it. “I know these weekends aren’t easy for you.”

Julie’s eyes closed, but she smiled as she pulled back. “Nor for you,” she said gently.

Ma sniffed dismissively, like this time of year wasn’t lonely for her, after nearly two decades without Julie’s father. “Yeah, but we’re talking about you. I’m glad Jake made it.”

Julie nodded. “Me too,” she admitted.

Ma hummed. “I wasn’t sure what to expect of him that first year, you know. Robbie was awful wary, and then he showed up, all Southern and old fashioned…”

“Texan,” Julie corrected, in spite of herself, a smile pulling at her lips. “He’d say the distinction matters.”

Ma chuckled, shaking her head before she looked closely at Julie. “You hadn’t mentioned him much, in the last couple of months. I wasn’t sure if…”

Julie looked away, swallowing, deciding how much she wanted to lie. 

“He was transferred from San Diego,” she said, the truth. “It was hard.”

Also the truth. 

But it wasn’t hard because the long distance was hard, it was unbearable because it felt final. Because after deciding he got to call the shots for the future, he’d up and left, leaving you in a town that you’d spent the last two years thinking of as his. 

Ma was quiet, and Julie thought she might see more than she let on, but then she smiled softly. 

“Well,” she said, voice gentle. “He’s here now, isn’t he?”

Julie nodded, face brave. 

“Ah, Jules,” Julie’s eyes fluttered as her mom’s small hand brushed some of her hair behind her ear, lingering on her jaw. “Having him here, helping you…it means a lot to your mother. Knowing you have someone who loves you well, while you’re busy loving the rest of us.”

Julie’s eyes closed and she wrapped her fingers around her mom’s wrist, telling herself not to cry.

It’s not real, she wanted to tell her. 

He doesn’t love me, he’s here because his family is more hellish than being with his ex, and he knows I can’t do this on my own. A weird sense of duty isn’t the same as love. 

“Thanks, Ma,” Julie mumbled, and the hand on her face brushed over her cheek. 

“What is it, honey?” her mom asks, concern filtering into her voice. 

Julie shook her head, pulling her mom’s hand away from her face. She drew in a deep breath, made her face smile as she looked down at her mom. “Sorry, just tired.”

Ma didn’t look like she was buying it, but she let her hand fall. “Alright, honey. Get some sleep, yeah?”

Julie nodded, and her mom patted her cheek one more time, before walking out of the kitchen. Julie’s head tipped back, and she let out a long breath, before turning on her heel and walking out of the kitchen as well. 

She kept her step light on the stairs, smiling at the pile of small bodies in the living room. Some of her nephews were draped across Bob, and his eyes were closing too, as the Great Pumpkin wound down. 

She paused outside of her room, opening the door quietly, hoping Jake would be asleep as she let herself in.

He wasn’t. 

He was sitting at the foot of the bed, and he stood up quickly as she walked in, like he had been waiting for her. Julie winced to herself as she turned to close the door; how had she forgotten how damn soft the man could look?

It had been one of her favorite discoveries, early in their relationship, how he looked behind closed doors, just for her. He could be all suave pilot by day, a debonair Southern charmer, a smug bastard, but at night, he got like this. Fluffy hair, like he’d run his hands through it a million times. A worn tshirt that stretched over his chest and shoulders, and soft checkered pajama pants, always a smidge too large because he hated when his ankles got cold. The result was this charming, almost innocent, absolutely snuggle-able, version of Jake Seresin that Julie had always found irresistible. 

And now he was literally in her bed. 

“Um, I’ll take the floor, obviously,” Jake said, his voice hushed. “I just didn’t want you to come in and trip over me or something.”

He moved up to the headboard to grab a pillow as Julie processed his words. 

“What? No, we’re not doing that.”

Jake hugged the pillow against his chest, looking across the room at her, before back at the bed. “It’s a full, Julia.”

Normally she didn’t notice when he used her given name (he was the only one who used it, but he did use it all the time), but normally she wasn’t at the end of her emotional rope, with a man who looked like he’d give the world’s most comforting hug.

“And we’re adults, Jacob,” Julie said back. 

Determined to be unaffected, Julie crossed the room to her dresser to grab her pajamas and was stepping towards the bathroom, before she realized Jake hadn’t moved. When she looked back at him, he was still standing beside the bed, his jaw set stubbornly. 

There were probably a couple ways she could handle this, but Julie had done enough pretending for the night. 

“Jake, if you’re on the floor, I’m gonna feel guilty all night, and I really, really need to sleep. Neither of us are going to try anything, right, so please just get in the bed.” 

She crossed into the attached bathroom, turning on the shower and refusing to listen for the rustle of Jake sliding under the covers. She clipped her hair on top of her head, and did her best to wash away the day under the spray of warm water. She showered quickly, brushed her teeth while she waited for her skin to dry enough to do her skincare, and put on her pajamas without them sticking to her. Her pajamas were an old set, pale pink cotton shorts and a matching button-down top with long sleeves and a collar. She scrunched some oil into her curls before piling them into a bun that she hoped would keep them intact until tomorrow, and then she couldn’t avoid the room anymore. 

When she cracked open the door, Jake was in the bed. He was about an inch from the edge of it, the comforter folded primly around his waist, but a win was a win, and Julie would take it. He was on his phone, focused intently, which Julie assumed was a ruse to keep from looking at her. She flipped off the overhead light, padding over to the opposite side of the bed and clambering into it. It was a quiet bed, thankfully, and Jake didn’t look up as she settled in, pulling the comforter up to under her chin. 

“Which do you think?” he asked, and when she looked over at him, he was holding his phone out to her. “Swipe that way.”

Julie freed a hand from the comforter to take his phone, turning on the pillow to put the phone between her face and Jake’s, while she looked at the pictures on the screen. They were from the farm earlier, the picture Ma and Peter had convinced them to take. The first one was pretty standard, his arm around her shoulder, her body turned slightly towards his, holding the pumpkin. Her nose was pinker from the cold than she’d like, her hair a little frizzier, and Jake looked how Jake always looked. 

She lifted the phone to look at him. 

“What?” Jake asked, shifting a little. 

“How long were you on a plane today?” she asked.

“Uh, eight hours? Nine? There was a quick layover in Denver.”

“Screw you,” Julie mumbled, lowering the phone back to in front of her face.

“Come again?” Jake asked, voice amused.

She turned the phone around accusatorily. “You look like a Bernese Mountain Dog.”

“What?” Jake frowned at the phone.

“Like a Ralph Lauren ad from the 90s,” Julie explained. “Like you say pigskin instead of football, like—”

“Okay,” Jake turned the phone back to Julie, but from the smidge of his face she could see around it, he was trying not to laugh. 

“It makes sense,” she told him, and then swiped to the next picture. 

Well, shit. 

The next picture wasn’t posed, just a snapped moment, and Julie knew exactly when it was taken–-right after he’d asked if she’d wanted a pumpkin. Jake’s face was angled away from the camera, but Julie could see the concerned tilt in his chin, the way his brow was slightly pushed out. He’d reached for the pumpkin, and in the picture, it looked like he was holding her hand over it.  The camera was focused on Julie’s face, an expression of soft wonder and appreciation on her face. Her hair was still mussed, her nose still too pink, but here it made her look breathless. It looked like he cared, it looked like she felt it.

Six months ago, Julie would’ve printed it out for Jake to tuck into his flight suit. 

Tonight, she deleted it, swiping back to the first picture, and fixing a careful smile on her face when she turned the phone back to Jake. 

“The first one,” she told him, before turning away, pulling the comforter up under her chin again, staring at the shadows on the wall.

She could feel Jake watching her.

She heard his nail click against the screen as he swiped to the other picture, and then a catch in his breath when he realized she’d deleted it. 

“Right,” he said, quietly. 

She listened to him tapping something out on his phone, presumably texting the picture to his parents, and a minute later, the room went dark when he turned off the display. The bed moved as he shifted to lay the phone on the bedside table, and she felt the covers rearrange slightly. 

“G’night,” Jake said, after a minute.

“Night,” Julie mumbled into the pillow. 

A moment later it was still, and Julie did her best to ignore the fact they were both holding their breath.

next chapter

[v-anrouge]

OMG DOGGY TWST INSPIRATION! You spent some time away and just returned home!

Riddle: is so happy but trying to behave. Every little limb is trembling with holding himself back from bombarding you with kisses! If you pick him up and cradle him gently he breaks and can’t help but give little licks to your nose.

Trey: he’s one of those happy whiners I bet, his tail is going a mile an hour, he’s turning in circles in joy, and happily whining like a baby

Cater: honestly avoids you for a bit, he’s mad and upset you left him. But if you crouch down and open your arms, he’ll slowly come cuddle. You better give him extra treats for abandoning him! (You probably went down the street for five minutes, Cater as a dog definitely has separation anxiety)

Deuce: barrels you over, happily kisses and muzzles you. You end up bruised, slobbery and with a happy boy. He demands bedtime cuddles that night.

Ace: is probably hiding cause he tore open a pillow or so,etching naughty, he’s definitely the one to run up and show his belly first thing though! Like “look how cute I am! Don’t go in the kitchen!

Leona: huffs from wherever he is laying down, but he does snuggle you that night in bed. He’s a very independent dog

Ruggie: takes him a second to realize your home, probably has to sniff your hand, then he’s doing happy zoomies. Comes for some pets, then runs around the house, then comes for some more pets.

Jack: a lot like riddle in he is trying to hold himself back, but a whiner like Trey. As a puppy I bet his tail would wag so hard it would knock him over sometimes.

Azul: the loudest biggest baby about being left alone! It’s not his fault he peed in the corner! It’s YOUR fault! He gets super clingy if you’ve been gone for more than a day. Probably also has separation anxiety

Jade: is like a cat, elegantly walks in, demands pets, then leaves. He knew you would come back, just don’t look at all the holes he dug in the backyard.

Floyd: a dore dasher, and happy screamer. Honestly starting to think Floyd would be more of a husky the more I daydream about dogs. He just runs around the front yard he’s so happy! Gotta get the happy zoomies out somehow!

Kalim: he is definitely an excited peer, your entry always has some wet wipes, and rags at the ready. He’s just so excited and happy you’re home! Once he’s cleaned up, he wants to be held for kisses!

Jamil: more like Jade than he wants to admit, but gracefully walks in, his tail wagging lastly which is the most it wags anyway.

Vil: like leona he huffs from where he is, but is kind enough to grace us with his presence! He does a sniff check, and has probably done that weird dog gag thing if you smell weird. After a shower he will cuddle!

Rook: tries to sneak up on you whenever you come home, but if it’s been a few days, he just wants to lay by you. Becomes very clingy for a bit. Don’t leave him again okay!?!

Epel: as much as he thinks he’s a big strong independent boy, Epel is the one LEAPING into your arms! You hear his nails on the floor, and feel a weight hit your gut like a punch! He happy snuffles i bet!

Malleus: he hasn’t left the door way since you left, sitting dutifully by it waiting for your return. He’s so happy when you come home! Lots of nuzzles and happy snuffles and whines.

Lilia: every time you leave him alone, he escapes and you get a call from the police that he’s been found somewhere. Once was found on the fifth floor of the hospital, in an area you need passcodes! Nobody knows how he got there

Silver: can’t sleep comfortably without you there! He’s so sleepy now, and probably sleepily follows you from room to room before you eventually settle so he can rest his head in your lap and finally rest.

Sebek: lectures you, might also be a husky now that I think about him more. Holds a grudge, but gets over it when you coo at him a bit, then he grumbles and headbutts you.

JEJDJUDUUQIEIWJT HIS IS SO FUCKING CUTE??😭😭😭😭 OUGH PLWASE I LOVE THE TWST DOG AU

[cerealmonster15]

@hidden-haven-1120​ i gotchu

kljfdsf so most all of em i went over a 6 team limit bc i wasnt being too formal w/this, just grabbin whatever I felt Fit, so here’s my explanation for each pick!

espeon - i wanted to give all the dorm leaders an eeveelution. i think i wouldve given him flareon alternatively, tho i ended up giving that one to idia lol

tsareena - i have this one for both riddle and vil for the queen™ vibes. probs fits riddle a bit closer bc of the whole heartslabyul garden + plant pokemon vibe

roserade- self explanatory, roses! this was a line i have for all of heartslabyul, like if they were a gym and riddle was the gym leader- trey + cater have roselia and ace + deuce have budew, to follow how in some pokemon gyms in the games, the people you battle before tend to all mostly have some of the same pokemon, and then the gym leader has the final evolution or whatever.

polteageist - again, self explanatory with the heartslabyul tea parties!! [i dont think i thought to give anyone sinistea... HMMM 🤔]

shaymin - ok mostly i tried to avoid too many special pokemon like that, but i mean. cmon. how could i not LOL it’s riddle! it’s a hedgehog that looks like it was born from your garden!!! i simply had no choice.

galarian rapidash - ok i. i dont remember why i chose the galarian form specifically for riddle lol. tbh the fact that i havent given riddle a fire type at all is a crime - although actually?? when i first started this doc now that i think about it, i think i WAS initially going with like, dorms as gym vibes, so i was probably?? going with like a grass/fairy  vibe for heartslabyul, but still added extras in there if i felt they fit the character best. so maybe i picked that one bc fairy type lol. and it pretty 😌 but perhapeth i’ll add regular ponyta too or something, bc riddle deserves some fire. anyway it’s there for the equestrian club rep. i gave silver galarian ponyta and sebek regular ponyta i think bc the vibes fit them better for like, aesthetic, but now that im typing this why didnt i give the one that becomes fairy type to sebek, the part fairy guy. why didnt i give diasomnia more of a fairy vibe [theyre probs my least unified choices lol i was doing more personal ones by the time i got there]

anyway got off track from riddle

goldeen - cuz of floyd’s goldfish nickname lol. but also specifically goldeen bc goldeen has like, a queen-esque motif to the design, and also goldeen is known to be powerful and a bit temperamental despite the graceful elegant looks. [tbh would also fit vil but i was tryin not to give them too many of the same pokemon lol]

mankey - cuz it is small and prone to fits of anger lol, did not fit the vibe of the rest of the team but like. again. the description of the pokemon’s behavior was too on the nose to ignore

cherrim [overcast form] - uhhh. ok i THINK this was another pick based on unification as a gym, bc i gave cater cherrim in sunshine form, and trey has cherubi. i THINK my reasoning was like cater - presents himself as more extroverted and friendly riddle - lived a  sheltered life and is a bit more closed off in terms of i guess making connections with others [i cant say closed off emotionally bc he Expresses Big Feelings pretty often fdjksfl] trey - maybe i gave him the baby form bc he’s like the Big Brother type? both to his actual siblings and to the younger students? and yeah i know cherrim changes with the weather so it doesnt super make sense LOL but again. was picking for vibes a lot of the time so dont think about it too hard fjkldsjfls

ANYWAY. that’s what i currently have for riddle!!! but i’ll still sometimes open up the doc and change/add more bc truly i am never free from pokemon aus as a concept. i love the personalization aspect of it all, and also i think it is fun to imagine my blorbos with little guys to hang out with :D

[merakiui]

PUPPYBOY FLOYD PUPPYBOY FLOYD PUPPYBOY FLOYD AAAAAAAAA UR SO RIGHT MERA he'd be the sweetest little puppy yet the moment you turn away from him he's already messing everything up (definitely not so you pay attention to him bc he doesn't like when you pay attention to anything other than him, he's so annoying in the best of ways <333 orz) He should be punished for being a bad boy, but his puppy eyes are so powerful no one can resist them,,, (i'm no one) Even when he starts humping you in the most inappropriate places there's no way you can be mad for more than 5 minutes

And catboy Jade being the worst menace known to mankind - definitely the kind of cat to swat everything off a table of counter while looking you straight in the eye. He's absolutely awful, but can you really get mad when he looks so cute napping on your lap? (you really ought to, he's only going to get worse and more daring if you let him misbehave) So many thoughts, both horny and not,, tweels are just too perfect orz

(also, could I be 🦈anon? I sent in a request for the lunar love hotel asking but obviously it'll take some time for you to answer that one!)

YES YES YES puppyboy Floyd is so physical with you, always wanting to cuddle with you or, more commonly, hump you from behind. He loves caging you in against the countertop if you're preparing food in the kitchen, distracting you from your main priority by rutting against you, breath hot and wet in your ears... he's so clingy, so needy, so whiny whenever you ignore him or aren't giving him enough attention. He especially hates it if you bring unfamiliar scents into the house. His nose is very keen, as is his sense of hearing, so he'll know when and if you're home before you're even turning the key in the lock.

When he's in particularly nasty moods, he has a tendency to destroy things or make a mess, but he'll help pick things up if you seem truly angry or upset with him (he always makes it up to you by snuggling with you in bed or even preparing your favorite meal; he tries to make it up to you with sex, but you always stop him and he pouts about it. >:( Floyd's always considerably sadder if you yell at him, call him a "bad boy," or ignore him out of frustration. But he's perfected the puppy eyes, so it's really impossible to stay angry for long). You've started fixing this habit of his by providing him with things to chew on or squeeze (like stress toys) so that he won't take his feelings out on the decor in your house.

Catboy Jade... very much a menace and a nuisance and a misbehaving catboy!!!! But he's so cute (and so mischievous), so how can you possibly be cross with him? :< he's very cute when he's napping. He looks so content, and when he purrs when you scratch his head or behind his ears (or when he leans into your hand with that cute, sleepy smile) it's enough to have you cooing so sweetly at him. Sometimes he'll lick your hand a few times before biting down hard, as if he's marinating it. T_T but he's cute, so even if he shreds your curtains or destroys the belongings of any friends (or hopefully not romantic partners) who visit he can be forgiven!!!

He's also a catboy who's fond of water!! He loves to take baths with you. >:) and though he often sleeps in his own bedroom, every morning without fail you'll wake to find him curled against you. Though sometimes he likes to stay up late into the night to do all manner of fun things; if you feel a sandpaper tongue against your bare skin while you're sleeping, don't pay it any mind! You're most likely dreaming about it. :) (catboy jade is a lover of somnophilia hehehe) you're so right when you say he will get worse if you let him misbehave. If you keep forgiving him for every devious thing he does, sooner or later you'll wake to him lovingly fucking you so slowly into the sheets. <3

(aaaa the tweels are so perfect yes!!! I always have too many thoughts for them. They give off such catboy and puppyboy energy, so thinking about them as a catboy and puppyboy... it's too good. orz and you may absolutely be the 🦈 anon!!! I also received your request for LLH, so I'm eager to write it!!)