#g. girl. floyd.

[millieroekennedy]

[positively-peachy-143]

LITERALLY.

[toon-tales]

Here it is! Part three! Omg, I'm so excited for this!

Let's begin!

Ok, so, I know a lot of people say that Poppy hasn't changed a lot in the third movie but let me stop you right there!

Here's our girl, our happy-go-lucky queen cutely dressed and if I may, waiting for her boyfriend to compliment her looks like he always does

But then she notices something is wrong

You can see in the third pic, she was thinking how to approach the matter, because this, after all, is her boyfriend's old home, where he used to live with his grandmother. And in the fourth pic, her brows are even more furrowed

And here, oh my gosh this scene:

Can we look at Poppy, PLEASE?!

She's paying her full attention to Branch. She wants him to talk, to open up to her. HER EYES ARE FILLED WITH HOPE SHE'S ENCOURAGING HIM TO TALK TO HER

Skip, skip, skip, skiiiiiip, annnndddd here:

"I'm not hearing no!"

Branch doesn't look sad, he doesn't look mad, he doesn't look scared, he doesn't look uncomfortable, and most importantly, he doesn't look forced

True, Poppy was all "We are so in!", but unlike in Twt, she actually listened to Branch when he wanted to talk to her, and Branch actually talked when something he didn't like was going on. Do you even see how much they've grown?

Now, Poppy knows how hard life is without a sibling, and she doesn't want her boyfriend to just take his family for granted. Her heart was in the right place, people

And Branch didn't say no! He didn't refuse! They talked, different opinions and different thoughts and different mindsets, yet they worked things out

And yeah, I know Branch was probably thinking 'what have I gotten myself into' in this scene

But the entire movie was just Branch having issues and dealing with them. And Poppy was trying to help him. Also, in case you haven't noticed, things do not work out the way Poppy has imagined, just like in Twt, but the difference? Later, she didn't leave Branch alone to go save Floyd, she went with him. Now, I hear you saying: she went because Branch didn't say anything to her, while they fought in Twt, that's why she left him

Wrong!

Let me remind you that Branch lied to her, kept things from her, kept his feelings from her, didn't open up, and literally was being sarcastic and you can see she was hurt in this scene

And they're in a new relationship which Branch is already beginning with hiding stuff, yet she put all that behind because -I'm not gonna say boyfriend - the man she loved, needed her. So, yeah. She's changed

Takes a deep breath

Now, let's move on, shall we?

I just wanted to point out how Poppy was looking at Branch when he was trying to yet again hide his feelings. She knows what's up

Moving on to this scene:

The way she's telling them to include Branch? The pure happiness and excitement on her face for him! PLEASE?! May I remind you that SHE WASN'T SINGING WITH THEM BUT WAS THIS HAPPY FOR BRANCH?!

Now, I've already talked about the scenes I'm going to talk about now in the analysis posts, but I'm gonna copy-paste them here because I don't want you people going to those posts, then return to this one and lose your focus and vibe

You have Branch, whose brothers' return has reopened scars he's been trying to close for so long, and has just found out his brother is being held captive, and is now in a rescue mission to save him and sing the perfect family harmony, the same thing that they failed miserably at the last time so they walked out and never talked to each other again, comforting his girlfriend. Poppy needed time, needed him, and he was ready to give her all the time she needed and stay with her. Proof? He didn't move until she has left first, ensuring she was ready to leave

Then we have Poppy, who has just found out her boyfriend has been hiding secrets from her, and watched as he reluctantly agreed to reunite with his brothers, and discovered she had a sister that she knew n o t h i n g about, and that this sister was so afraid to leave her safe place and go with her, deciding to go help Branch save his brother. She took one last glance at the walls separating her from Viva, then walked towards Rhonda, silently signaling she was ready to leave.

They were both dealing with stuff, needed time to open up/stay, yet each one thought of the other

Then this scene was SOMETHING ELSE-

"Where are you going?"

"To save Floyd, alone. I didn't need them growing up and I don't need them now." He didn't even look back when he said, "What are you doing?"

And the look of disbelief on her face. "What do you mean? I'm coming with you!"

He literally gave her a blind eye, didn't look at her. He didn't want to get weak. "Why bother? Aren't you gonna leave me eventually anyway?" He was certain. He didn't wait for any reassurances because he didn't want to hear any and live a lie again. "Everyone else does."

But despite that, Poppy did NOT give up on him

"I have been by your side from the moment we've met, and you've been by mine. Let's give each other some credit here."

'and you've been by mine' this wasn't about her, but about THEM. This line has so much depth and meaning for their relationship

"You're right, I'm sorry. Thank you."

He started with the apology because he knew what he just said was WRONG. He knew she wasn't leaving, they've always been there for each other. And I don't think he thanked her for coming, maybe for reminding him? I mean, that's Branch we're talking about, he would surely have thoughts and insecurities about people leaving him

But Poppy's always there to remind him that she's always there

His mission is her mission. She was willingly going for an insane rescue mission, and face people BRANCH HIMSELF didn't know anything about, all the while trying to deal with the separation between her and Viva. But she was going with him. Because that's just them

All they wanted was for the other to be happy

And in the end? It worked out just fine

So, to sum up this post, and the previous two: no, Branch isn't perfect like we claim, nor Poppy is, too. Hiding things? Sure, that happens. Lying? Happens as well. Disagreements? Oh, yeah, lots of those. But in the end of the day? They work things out

Branch is perfect for Poppy, and Poppy is perfect for Branch

That's just love, and it doesn't have to be perfect all the time

Sooooo, that's it? Omg that was fuuuun!

Anyway, as usual, feel free to add or comment on anything!

Part one

Part two

[moshpitgamma]

😚Zoom Zoom Mama G has posted again!!!

HOPE YALL ENJOY THIS ONE AND I HOPE ITS NOT TO BAD….(You’re older than branch but younger than Floyd btw😌)

Family Reunion||Brozone x Sister Reader

Warning:Angst and Mild Cursing

Word Count:1.3k

Other:It’s kinda proof ridden😝✌️

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You knew JD wasn’t always the best brother, but you didn’t expect for it to go like this…

“It’s called BRO-ZONE meaning BROS not GALS” JD said angrily at the h/c haired troll. “So youre saying just because I'm a girl I can’t be in the band. I’m basically the damn melody John.” you loudly yelled at him clearly pissed at how your brother didn’t want you to ruin brozone. “It has to be perfect and the name is perfect for bros. MAYBE IF YOU WERE PERFECT IT COULD WORK, BUT YOU’RE JUST A FUCKING MISTAKE FOR THE BAND” he yelled at y/n tired of her shit. He didn’t mean to totally call her a mistake, but it was too late. She already ran to her room in the shared pod, crying her eyes out and muttering small complaints. All the brothers stood with their mouths agape from witnessing the scene. “John what the hell,” Bruce said, holding the blue decorated egg with blue hair sticking out. “You just called her a damn mistake” “Maybe she is and it would be best if she left….The band is almost there and she’ll just get in the way.” John said it as if he was hoping y/n would leave to save the band for the family harmony. After John said that all the brothers left the area with sour and disapproving faces. Ignoring him till later that night.

It was now 2:34am and fast paced footsteps were heard around the pod waking John up from his humble sleep. He groggily dragged himself out the bed and headed towards the noise and found his three brothers and branch’s egg sitting in the living area. “What’s going on and why are you guys up so early.” John said, kinda annoyed from losing his beauty sleep. “Y/n left” Clay said barely above a whisper. “Huh,” John asked again, not being able to hear Clay. “Y/N FUCKING LEFT” Clay bursted as his tears started pooling his eyes. “You drove our sister away because of your stupid and glorious dream. Now she’s out in the wilderness by herself and we don’t know if she’s alive or dead.” John felt his whole body freeze and run cold. Did he fuck up or was it just you overacting? Before Bruce could add in to the statement, John wasted no time in leaving to go put on his jacket and shoes ready to go find y/n. He left out the door after he finished getting dressed, without a word to his brothers.

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{Y/n’s POV}

I woke up in a cold sweat, absolutely drenched from the wrenched nightmare of your older brother. My mind has been messed up recently ever since my eventful trip to mount ragous.

FLASHBACK

“It’s some kind of love”

A voice rang through the area. It was so soft, but with a familiar melody.

“It’s some kind of fire”

It was my part? But sung by someone different. An angelic voice.

“I’m already up, but you lift me higher”

But that’s when it hit you..it was your brothers with a now full grown relationship saving Floyd.

TIME SKIP DONE

{2nd POV}

After your brothers and those two mystery girls brought Floyd back, you couldn’t help ,but feel nothing but relief and a little wave of nervousness. All five of your brothers were standing right there together but the time just didn’t feel right for you. You wanted to go hug and celebrate with them, but you just felt disappointed and angry at them for not trying to find you. Without a word you started walking away, but caught what now sounds like a grown man spruce saying “How about we all celebrate at Vacay island this weekend.” You then had an idea set up perfectly for this Family Reunion.

{Y/N POV}

I sighed heavily as I parked my motor beetle in front of this big resort looking restaurant. “I hope they aren’t too mad to see me” I told myself, trying to hype myself up from all the nerves. As I step foot into the resort I see this tall yellowish woman at the bar, so I head over to ask her where the boys may be. “Umm excuse me…can you help me” I asked her in my nice bright tone. “Of course hun! What can I help you with and by the way you can call me Brandi” she exclaimed, clearly being an extroverted person. “Well you see I’m here looking for my brothers and i’m kinda here to reunite with them after basically being away for 22+ years” I say not trying to sound crazy or out of the ordinary. “Ok well what are their names?”Brandi asked me as she took out a notepad ready to write them down, assuming that it was more than one. “Well to start off it’s John Dory for the first one and Bru-” “Is that them?” she pointed to a corner before quickly apologizing for cutting me off. I was literally stunned when I saw all of them bonding and getting along like we were little kids again. I guess Brandi picked up on my distressed and nervous face that she offered and said” If it makes you any better I can go with you for emotional support” She says tucking a burgundy loc behind her head. “I would like that very much”I say releasing some pent up air that I didn’t know I had.

As Me and Brandi walked to the corner it felt like time was slowing down and my breaths were getting shorter by the second. I was trying to calm myself down in my mind, but I was brought out by Brandi speaking. “Um hi y'all sorry to interrupt, but you guys had a little surprise that decided to drop in today.” As on cue I stepped from behind Brandi with nothing but hope and fear in my chest.

“Who’s that?” Bruce said as he looked at the familiar troll. “If you wanted an autograph you could’ve asked us” John laughed as he pulled out a notepad and passed it around to each of the brothers to sign. “Are you guys kidding me?” I exclaimed, wondering if they were joking or not. Every single last one of them looked at you with a dumbfounded expression. “After leaving, you guys clearly forgot me” I said with tears in my eyes as i couldn't believe that they forgot me. “It’s me Y/n…. but I guess you guys didn’t care” I bitterly laugh as I see the visible expression changes on them except Branch. Guess John got what the fuck he wanted” I said getting ready to leave, but felt a hand gently catch mines, stopping me from leaving in the progress. Before I could turn around, I was pulled into a hug by a pink and white haired troll. “We could never forget you n/n” Floyd said genuinely. Slowly one by one the others hugged me except JD and branch.

Me and JD stared at each other as if we were to look away, we would die. Jd cleared his throat before saying “Umm are you good” while giving you that charming smirk. If looks could kill, JD would be dead right now. “That’s all? No sorry or are you ok sis.” I say starting to get angry. “Just be glad I'm happy to see you.” “Or what Jd” I said, letting a few tears fall. “You wanna know how tired I am from fighting with you. I bet Branch didn't even know he had a sister till now.” I advertise my hand to point at a shocked Branch. “But when I want my older brother to show me affection and let me be apart of the group it’s a fucking problem.” I say getting tired of his mess. “I don’t care no more JD. I will really walk out of this resort and leave again if that’s what you want.”I said, grabbing my helmet from the nicely made table. When Jd just stared at me I knew he meant it. So therefore without any words I got out of there and left. But before I did I said….

“So much for a Family Reunion….Hope we meet again, but on better conditions.”

IF YOU WANT A PT.2 WITH FLUFF LMKKKKKK!!!!!

[kittyball23]

Intrusion (a Trolls fanfic)

Summary: Poppy and Branch are out, seeking peace, quiet, and each other. Though, with four not-so-discreet snoopers around, that may not be so much of a possibility

A/N: Welcome to the next oneshot collection I've planned for TBT, "Brodacious!" (Also found on AO3, Wattpad, and Fanfiction.net under the same name) Can't wait to write for the Main 7, but of course, going to kick things off with a little Broppy ;) Think of this first one as a new edition (haha) of my oneshot from Trolls 3.0 "Setting the Mood" (ch 11) Rated G!

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Being a queen was a lot of work.

Branch knew this about Poppy, even before she had officially placed the crown on her head and received the title. Seeing King Peppy run Pop village, and then Poppy succeeding him, he could tell that the duties eventually took their toll on the two Trolls.

But, in turn, that’s what made quiet moments more appreciated. The times where she’d have a break to share alongside Branch for just the two of them to do as they pleased were always cherished, even if it was something simple like staying in his bunker, cuddled on the couch,eating cupcakes and other sweets while whispering silly but sweet things to one another. Or whether it was something a little more planned, like the picnic date he’d taken her out for that evening.

Twilight had fallen, and the sky was painted a beautiful gradient shade of orange and purple. Stars began to dot the sky, and the glow bugs began to flutter out, adding beauty to the scene around them. Though to Branch, nothing was more beautiful than the sight of the pretty pink-haired Troll that he was proud to call his girlfriend, even if she had a little bit of frosting stuck to her cheek from the cupcake she was eating. But it was not to worry. That’s why she had him. He was her partner, the metaphorical king to her queen, and the cupcake-frosting-wiper to her cupcake-frosting-mess.

He chuckled, scooting a little closer and setting his own cupcake down on the picnic blanket so that he could reach up and dab at her cheek with a napkin. She giggled in spite of herself and not being more cautious to not make such a mess eating, and then looked up gratefully into his deep, blue eyes. Branch felt himself entranced by her fuchsia gaze as well, and his hand lingered on her cheek, using his thumb to caress the skin where her cute freckles were. The moment was so perfect – why, it even sounded like there was sweet music going off in his head just from looking at her so.

But… maybe it wasn’t just in his head. Poppy blinked, coming out of her trance, and perked an ear. Branch did too, glancing around but not seeing anyone around just yet. Then he heard the voices a little more clearly – four very distinct and recognizable voices - and some rustling in the nearby bushes as an indicator of where it was coming from.

“Oh, oh-oh-oh, yeaheahah, come on, come on

Oh, oh-oh-oh, Sha-la-lala-la, la-lala, mmm-hmmm…”

Not making a whole lot of effort to hide themselves much, Branch and Poppy could see the heads of John Dory, Clay, and Floyd peeking out from behind the bushes, harmonizing a melody, while Bruce took on the main vocals.

“There, you see her,

Sitting there across the way,

She don’t got a lot to say, but there’s something about her...

And you don’t know why but you’re dying to try

You wanna, kiss the girl…”

Branch rolled his eyes as his other brothers added their own voices.

“Yeah, you want her,

Look at her you know you do,

It’s possible she wants you to,

But there’s one way to ask her

One way to ask her

One way to ask her…

Boy, you better do it soon,

No time would be better,

And it don't take a word, not a single word,

Go on, and kiss the girl, kiss the girl…”

Poppy giggled a little at their antics, but then grimaced a little upon seeing the rather annoyed look on Branch’s face. She knew that Branch definitely didn’t like this. She gently patted his hand. “Hey,” she said softly, “we can move somewhere else, you know.”

Branch glanced at her a bit deadpanned, but then a slight smirk tugged the corner of his lip. “Actually, I’d rather take the advice.”

And before Poppy could question what was going on, she was promptly tugged towards his face, his lips enveloping hers. Poppy sighed gratefully and returned the kiss as an eruption of wolf-whistles and jeering came from the other side of the bush.

“Woo-hoo! Way to go Branch the Heartthrob 2.0!” Bruce called out.

“Cool as ice but with all the spice!” John Dory riffed.

Clay in the meantime elbowed his brothers and gestured out wildly towards the pair. “See? SEE? Serious Boy Clay still has a couple of old tricks up his sleeve!”

“Way to go, Bromeo!” Floyd shouted to Branch encouragingly, clapping his hands.

But Poppy and Branch remained deaf to the brothers, their only focus being on the passion that they ignited between each other.

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A/N: I don't know about you, but when I watched 2023 Little Mermaid earlier this year, my brain kept distracting me by saying "Yo, Sebastian is just Spruce with a Jamaican accent" lmaooo

(also this version of Kiss the Girl is from Descendants 2, it's my fav version :3)

[crazyk-imagine]

The Rules of Friends with Benefits

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Pilot!reader (Sparrow) Characters: Pilot!reader (Sparrow), Jake “Hangman” Seresin, Javy “Coyote” Malachi, Robert “Bob” Floyd, Penny Benjamin, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell, Beau “Cyclone” Simpson (breifly mentioned) Warnings: Fluff, angst, happy ending, mentions of smut, illusions to sex, not as graphic as it could be, the rules are like a voice over to the scenes, no one knew what was going on, everyone made a bet when they noticed a change, Bob was the only one to say reader and jake got together, penny making a joke about the dagger squad being his children, reader and cyclone don’t see eye to eye (implied), never bet with the dagger squad

Word Count: 4,321

A/N: A little background on Jake talking to Bob about being his back seater. The reader was originally Jake’s after she finished her practice round (as punishment, for both of them). Then Cyclone called in the only one he felt would be the man for the job, Bob. 

- Reader’s unmentioned call sign in Sparrow hence Jake’s Wings nickname

- Javy jokingly told Jake to ask reader about a fwb situation but never thought he’d actually do it

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You never thought you'd ever be asked something as insane as he just did. "I'm sorry, what?" 

He throws his head back and takes another shot. "You're acting like no one's asked you this before, Wings." 

You clench your jaw, annoyance filling you once more. "I'm not doing this with you." You scoot your chair back. 

"I'm sorry." 

You pause, "you're sorry?" 

"I," he sighs. "I told Coyote this was a stupid idea." 

"What was that?" You ask, curious as to what he mumbled. 

"Would it be so bad to sleep with me?" 

"Yeah. I don't want to catch anything," you say with a snarky smile. 

He doesn't find it as funny. "You know that's not true." 

"Is it though?" 

"Just because I may sleep with a few different women when we're off, doesn't mean I'm not careful." 

"Yeah," you reach for his drink, taking it for yourself. "I'll believe it when I see it." 

"Do you want to do this or not?" 

"Why me?" 

"What?" 

"Why did Coyote suggest you ask me? No, better question, why did you agree to ask me?" 

He's quiet. 

"I mean, did you think I'd be easy or something?" 

He realizes just how badly this has already begun and he needs to stop it before it gets worse. "I've got to stop you right there because that's not- that isn't,” he sighs. 

“How about we start with, why you want to “fraternize” with coworkers?” 

He shrugs. 

You raise a brow before the corner of your lips twitch upwards. “Do you like me, Hangman? You wanna see me in a whole new light, perhaps.” 

He shakes his head, letting out a huffing chuckle. “I’m glad to see you’re enjoying this.” 

“Oh, I am. I see it now. You want to sleep with me because... you’re desperate, none of your usual hookers are available and you’re stressed.” 

"Okay, they're not hookers. They were... nice women who-" 

"In other words, they were horny." 

He huffs, "you gonna let me talk or not?" 

You raise your hands and scoot back into your seat. 

"I think it'd be beneficial for us to do this kind of thing. Like you said, I'm stressed, and I know you are too. This line of work isn't the easiest." 

You gasp, "you're joking. I thought it was so easy." 

"See, that- that attitude right there I would love to-" 

You pause, licking your teeth. "You've thought about this before. You're a dirty, dirty man." 

"Hey now-" 

You shrug, "I don't blame you. I've overheard girls talking about you. Really makes a girl think." 

"So?" 

"If we're going to do this, we're going to need to establish some boundaries... or rules, I should say." 

"So- so we're doing this?" He was not expecting it to be this easy. 

You nod, "you make a valid point and I need something to help me take care of my stress." 

"I think I'm going to need another shot." 

"Go order us another round while I think of some rules." 

He doesn't need to be told twice as he walks towards the bar, easily calling Penny over. 

You shake your head before grabbing a napkin and jotting a couple of things down. 

Jake doesn't pay attention to any of the few women practically throwing these onto him. 

It surprises Pete and Penny when they see him, shrug these ladies off and away from him... until he walks back towards you with a smile on his face. 

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Penny glances over at her boyfriend with a raised brow. "That's not going to end well." 

"Maybe." 

"You're really trying to argue with me." 

"No." 

"You are." 

"I- no." 

"Go take these to your kids." 

"They're not mine." 

"They might as well be." 

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“What are you writing there, Wings?” 

You glance up at him, moving your arm to hide what you’ve written. “Not much, just... jotting down a couple of things.” 

He sets your usual order to the side, (unknowingly, he subconsciously) wants all your attention he can get. 

“A few rules, mainly. We can add more once we, you know, start this.” 

“You sound so excited.” 

You roll your eyes. “Don’t give me attitude. You know we should have some rules, even if one of us doesn’t always want to follow them.” 

“Oh, now you want to bring up our past. Well, what about the time when-” 

You push yourself off the stool and cover his mouth. “Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. God you’re a child, licking my hand, really?” 

He shrugs. 

“I’m going to remove my hand. I want to hear nothing from you, you jerk.” 

He nods. 

“These are a few basic things I felt were necessary to get out there.” 

“Makes sense to me.”

Rule #1: No discussing the deal with those who aren’t either of the pertaining parties

“So, you’re looking exceptionally glowy this morning.” 

You shake your head, not giving into what your most trusted pilot friend (only female friend) and ally’s comment. “Glowy?” You ask, sitting on the bench as you tie your shoes. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about and don’t even pretend like you don’t. You’re not a very good liar.” 

You snort. ‘If only you knew, Nat.’ 

“Okay.” You grab your bag and head out for the day. 

“Is it that guy you told me about the other day?” 

“Which one? I’ve been a little... out there lately.” 

She doesn’t raise a brow, knowing you’re testing the waters, trying to find someone who’s benefits worthy before trying to settle down. 

“What guy?” You sigh and turn around to find the devil. 

“Bagman,” Natasha groans before yanking you with her. “We’re leaving. Go bother someone else. I want to enjoy the rest of my Thursday.” 

“Too bad. I hear gossip and what is a guy supposed to do, other than listen and enjoy of course.” 

Javy walks up behind the blond. “Have you seen him since?” 

You turn to narrow your eyes at the two of them, praying to all and any god listening, to make sure neither of them talk about this. 

Jake’s smirk only widens. 

You regret starting this with him. 

“Was he any good?” 

That question gets her to stop. “What?”

She grimaces, “why would you want to know that Bagman? You not getting enough of your own, you need to ask others for their night out, so you have something to get off too?” 

He’s quick to react, “what no! What’s wrong with you?!” 

“Me?! You’re the one asking if the guy she slept with was any good and you’re getting pissed as me?” 

He struggles to give a well-timed response and the two of you walk away. 

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Once you’re in her car and buckled in, you text the idiot. 

SparrowBird 

“If you plan on breaking rule 1, let me know so I can figure out where to bury my embarrassed body” 3:22p Sent Read 

“Idiot” 3:24pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“It wasn’t my fault, Wings” 3:26pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“Sure, it wasn’t” 3:26pm Sent Read 

WannabeCowboy 

“I swear it wasn’t” 3:28pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“We’re not in a relationship” 3:30pm Sent Read 

You feel bad about texting him about your non-existent relationship for some reason? Maybe you don’t want to make him sad thinking about it. 

WannabeCowboy 

“I know” 3:34pm Sent Read 

SparrowBird 

“They can’t know” 3:39pm Sent Read 

“I don’t want anyone to ask questions. You know how nosey everyone can get” 3:39pm Sent Read 

It’s true, everyone from your group is too damn nosey but it’s not why you told him they can’t know. 

WannabeCowboy typing…

Rule #2: No sleeping with other people (that includes dating)

“Sorry, darlin’ but I’m afraid I can’t tonight.” He easily turns her down, something he hasn’t done... ever. 

“What? Why not?” She leans in closer as if that would persuade him into changing his mind. “Am I not pretty enough?” 

“Oh no, you are. I just- uh- I’m too busy.” 

“I saw the girl you came in with. She’s the one you always talk about, right?” 

He says nothing. 

“She’s the one you always come to me about. She’s the reason you’re always so stressed, remember?” She tugs at the collar of his shirt. 

He reaches up and gingerly removes her hand from him. 

She pouts. “Is she finally giving you some attention or something?” 

He nods, “or something. So, even though you were, I say again, great. I can’t. I have to get back before she comes over, searching for me. I think I’ve let her drink melt enough tonight.” 

She rolls her eyes, “whatever.” 

He smirks as he turns around, walking away. He’s never felt this much satisfaction rejecting a girl before. ‘Is this why you did?’ He reaches beside you to give you your drink. 

“Here you go, Wings.” 

“Must you continue with that god awful nickname?” You ask, silently hoping he doesn’t stop. It’s special. 

“It’s my humanly duty.” 

You click your tongue against the roof of your mouth, “see I don’t think it is, in your mind maybe.” 

He takes a sip of his drink. “Who was that guy that swooped in, not even a minute after I left to go to the bar?” 

“No one important.” 

“You sure? It looked like he was trying to do more than talk to you.” 

“He was, which is why I turned him down.” You avoid eye contact and take big gulps of your drink, staring out the window watching the sunset and the ocean waves crashing. 

Jake takes this opportunity to stare at you, wondering how someone like yourself would ever want to be in a “friend” with benefits situation with him. 

He can’t lie and say he’s not happy that you agreed to it, because he is. Oh, he is. 

But there’s another thought that comes to mind. 

You could easily find someone else to relieve your stress, he knows you can so why change that now? 

You look down at your phone when it vibrates against the table. You open it and find a text from that one guy you went to the bar with months ago. 

BarGuy 

“Hey. You in town?” 7:33pm Sent Read 

You glance up, checking to see where Jake’s attention is. 

He’s chatting with Javy, who must’ve come when you were too into your thoughts. 

SparrowBird 

“Nope. I don’t think I’ll be back in town for a while. Sorry” 7:45pm Sent Read 

After that you decide to turn off your phone, making a mental note to delete his number. 

He was a genuinely nice guy but the more you... hangout with Jake, the more you get to know him. 

“You two down for a round of pool?” 

You chuckle, “if you mean, are you two ready to get your asses handed to you by a woman. Let’s play, Coyote.” 

Javy eyes follow you as you walk towards the pool tables. “That’s the girl you want?” 

Jake’s offended. “What does that mean?” 

“She’s scary.” 

A hearty chuckle escapes him. “What?” 

“She’s got that crazy look in her eye. I think she plans on killing me.” 

“Now, who’s dramatic?” 

He pats his buddy’s shoulder before walking away. “Still you, man.”

Rule #3: No having sex without protection

One minute you’re in the air, the next you’re being berated for not doing what you felt was unnecessary and going against orders. 

You were so annoyed and then as soon as you stepped through the locker room door, you knew what was going to happen tonight. “What are you doing here?” 

He shrugs, “I thought you might want a little… company tonight. I know, it was intense today.” 

You roll your eyes and walk down the hallway, Jake on your tail. “I’m not talking about this with you.” 

“You don’t have to talk, Wings. I mean, you’re already going to be a mess underneath me for the first part-” 

You grab the collar of his flight suit and slam his back into the nearest wall. 

He barely flinches. 

You lean in, “could you have said that any louder?” 

There’s that stupid smirk again. 

“I can scream it if you want me to?” 

You let him go and stomp down the hallway, heading back to your place. 

-

Bob swerves around the corner, catching your body exiting the door before it closes. He glances between the door and an unkempt Jake. 

The smirk falls from his face when he notices Bob. “What are you looking at Baby on Board?” 

He shakes his head, “nothing. You ready to go in the air?” 

“As if you need to ask.” 

He regretted it as soon as the question was asked. 

Jake wraps his arm around the other man’s shoulders. “Let me give you a few pointers on being my back seater.” 

“I’d rather not.” 

“Too bad.” 

-

He called you as soon as he left, teasing you… in a non-Jake way. “I got your favorite.” 

You furrow your brows and not because the characters on the tv show you’re watching are doing some interesting things for a comedy show. “My favorites?” 

“Yep. Favorite dinner, drink, and desert plus some whip cream which could be used later.” 

“You’re just trying to persuade your way into my pants.” 

“I’ve already been there but I’d like to visit again.” 

“God, you’re annoying.” 

“Which makes the sex better.” 

You roll your eyes. “Are you almost here?” 

“Just pulled in, sweetheart.” 

‘That’s a new one,’ you think. 

After dinner you two sit down and finish the season of your most recent binge. 

You don’t remember who started it, but you wound up in your bedroom and you pulled away from him. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing, this- this is good, but it’d be even better if I knew you had protection.” 

“Protection?” 

You blink once. “Don’t tell me you’re seriously this dumb.” 

He looks offended but you don’t focus on that and continue talking. 

“I’m not talking about protection to save us from a bear attack, Seresin. I’m talking about the more important protection, you know, like a condom. We’ve been over this before.” 

The corner of his mouth curls. “What’s got you in such a mood?” 

“As if you don’t know?” You’re tired of the games he’s been playing with you since earlier this morning, at work no less. 

Your annoyance rises as you think about how easily he teases you in front of everyone, almost like he wants them to find out. But this is the only thing you’ve been looking forward to since your “talk” with Vice Admiral Cyclone. 

You get tired of trying to unbutton his shirt and rip it off. 

“You got something or not?” 

He glances between you and his, now destroyed, shirt. “I do.” 

“Good, I have some of my own so we’re both fine.” He pulls off the rest of his shirt before reaching down for your own, pulling it up to your chest. He leans down, kissing along your neck before moving down to, as you say (the next morning), attack you. 

“I don’t need you to take your time.” You grab him by his neck, holding so you’re a mere few inches apart, “it’s sweet but I need you and I need you now.” 

“I like what you’re telling me to sweetheart.” 

There it is again.  

Rule #4 No kissing

You close your eyes, head tilting back. 

As much as you hate to admit it, it feels so good… and you don’t want him to know. Jake has a big enough ego; he doesn’t need anything else to expand that. 

He knows it’s good, that he’s good; he’s holding back so he doesn’t let go too early. He wants to make this last, unlike the other times you’ve been together or any other woman he’s been with. 

Your grip tightens on the sheets, trying your best to not lift your hands and scratch him. 

God knows there doesn’t need to be anymore “talk” in the locker rooms. No marks, no more talks; it’s as simple as that. 

He doesn’t try to slow down or stop (when does he). His pace is relentless. 

You shiver when his lips move up against your neck, you don’t mind it though even if both of you agreed to this being a rule. 

Maybe you’re getting soft or maybe you’re giving in to the feelings you’ve been denying for so long. You can’t think too much into it as your body is moved closer to him, your hands slip onto his biceps. 

He lifts your lower half higher so you’re resting on his lap and begins nipping at your jawline. 

Your nails slowly dig into the skin of his biceps, he doesn’t mind. 

He pecks your check and then corner of your mouth. 

You let out a shuddered breath, stomach twitching at the sensation in your lower body and his intimate gesture. 

He lifts his head off you, studying your expression, wanting to see how close you are. He can’t help it and leans down, capturing your lips with his. 

You’re quick to fall into a rhythm with him. 

You know there’s no turning back, you’ve gone too far, you’re in too deep. 

No matter how many rules you two made, it was doomed from the start. 

There was always something between the two of you no matter how much you tried to deny it.

Rule #5 No falling for each other

“Would it kill you stop looking at your phone like that?” 

Jake’s head snaps up. “What?” 

His friend clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’ve been staring at your phone over the last few minutes.” 

“And?” 

“You look like a sad puppy whenever you check the notifications and find that she hasn’t responded.” 

“No, I don’t.” 

“You do. Next time you do, I’ll take a photo.” 

“Coyote-” 

The man shakes his head. “Nope, don’t even try. You won’t win.” 

He rolls his eyes. “I hate you sometimes.” 

“No, you don’t.” 

This gets the blonds mind thinking. 

Could he really be becoming a different person because he has actual feeling you? Is that why he gets, well like this, now? 

He shakes his head, he couldn’t have feelings for you, right? 

Javy turns around to find his friend gone, he purses his lips because he knows the main reason why Jake left but did, he really have to leave him on his own? 

They drove to the bar together and he needs a wingman tonight. 

-

You open the door, “hi.” 

“Hey.” 

“What made you come over? I thought you had plans with your boyfriend tonight?” 

He doesn’t join in on the chuckling. 

“Okay, you usually laugh when I joke about Coyote, what happened? Are you okay?” 

He nods. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just-” Missed you is what he truly wants to say. “I was a little stressed after this afternoon.” 

You nod your head, “I kind of figured you would be. It wasn’t easy today.” 

And then you two wound up in your bedroom. 

He stares at you, like he did earlier when you walked through the door at base this morning but… something’s changed since then. 

Have you always looked this serene even while his hips snap against yours over and over again? 

How did he not realize that you're the one he wants to go out with and take on the most magical and memorable dates? 

Is this what Javy has been implying this whole time? 

He begs you to open your eyes, but you don't hear him. "Sweetheart," he takes a deep breath, not wanting to let you know how good he's feeling (now that he knows what he feels for you) because if he does, he'll moan. 

"Open your eyes. I need to see you... fall apart for me,” he adds in normal Jake fashion. “Do it for me,” and then he says something he’s never done before and calls you by your first name. 

You struggle to open your eyes and bite your bottom lip, close to sucking it in so a witty comeback doesn’t escape you and ruin the mood. 

"There she is," he smiles, leaning in. His eyes trail over your face, memorizing every blemish spot, acne scarring, and anything else you may see as an imperfection that he's going to forever classify as absolutely beautiful. 

The look in his eyes is much different than previous times. It's like, he's seeing you for the first time. 

You can feel the change coursing through your body (and not just because he's slowing his pace, wanting to draw this out). 

He hovers over you for a minute and then leans in closer to your face, his eyes travel over every part of it he can. He's trying to see if it's okay for him to do this and finds no objections, dare he say, you're even leaning up and meeting him halfway. 

Neither of you can think about how you're breaking rule number four and five, as you kiss him until you can't anymore. 

You two barely part, breathing the other in as you catch your breath. 

It just became more than a friend with benefits situation, and it’s become more complicated than it should have, which led to your blowup.

You lay side by side, staring at the ceiling trying to comprehend what happened and what this means. 

He turns to his side, watching you, something he’s never done before. “You, okay?” 

“Yep.” 

“Doesn’t sound like it. Usually there’s a little more heat to you.” 

“Maybe I don’t have any more heat.” 

“Like I’d believe that.” 

“Why don’t you just go home?” 

His brows knit together in confusion. “Woah. What just happened?” 

“What do you mean? I’m just helping you get out of here faster. I mean, you’re already out the door by now. Why take your time tonight?” 

“I’m not leaving until you talk to me, and I don’t care how long that takes.” 

“Well, I do.” You push yourself out of your bed and throw on the top you were grabbing your underwear and bottoms. “You need to get out.” You turn around and find him sitting up, watching you. 

“Okay, I hear, and I will, but can I just ask one thing?” 

“What?” You snap at him. 

“Why are you trying to throw me out of here so bad?” 

“What?” 

“I don’t have any other plans tonight; in fact, I ditched Javy so I could come see you.” 

“Am I supposed to be grateful?” 

“I’m not saying that.” 

“Sounds like it.” 

“Would you stop trying to push me away?” 

“I’m not trying to push anyone away. I think,” you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “I think this was a mistake.” 

“What? Our deal?” 

You run a hand through your hair, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, I do.” 

He gets out of bed, grabbing his boxers. “I don’t believe you.” 

“Yeah, and I don’t care whether you do or not.” 

“You care more than you want to admit.” 

“Why do you keep saying that? As if- as if there’s more to us than there really is,” you say, voice cracking with emotion. 

“Because I know something’s changed. For you and for me.” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s true,” he reaches for you, hands on either. “I’ll be the first out of the two of us to admit that I broke one of our rules.” 

You don't even know how to respond. 

"I broke the one rule we created because we already knew we were doomed." 

"Which one?" 

"One of the important ones, especially with what we do. You remember the conference we had not too long ago about how being in a relationship with your coworker isn't a good idea because of all the drama that can come with it." 

It takes you a minute to realize what he's talking about and once you do, you let out a quiet, "oh." 

"Yeah, that one. I can't stop thinking about you, you know?" 

"Really?" 

"Always, never stopped. Even when we supposedly hated each other. You were still there, lingering and that's why I knew it should be you I ask." 

"Is that what made you come up with this idea?" 

"Not at first. It was kind of Coyote’s idea.” 

“He knows?!” 

“No,” he shakes his head. “No, no one does... but he and Bob might suspect something’s up.” 

“What?!” 

“Hey, hey,” he pulls you close. “They’re not going to say anything unless we tell them to. You know Bob and I vouch for Coyote. And they know better than to mess with my girl.” 

You pull back, “your girl?” 

“I thought we went through this already?” 

You pretend to think about it before shaking your head, “nope, pretty sure we didn’t.” 

“Alright, fine. Would you do me the honor of being the one I get to call mine?” 

You shrug, “I guess.” 

“Oh, that’s how we’re going to play this.” 

“Yeah, whatch’ you going to do about it, stud?” 

“Throw you back into that bed and show you.” You smile before launching yourself at him. “Take me away... or go home.” 

He moves his hands from your thighs and slides them closer to your behind. “I’m starting to think you like my punishments.” 

“Me? Never, what makes you say that?” 

He smiles, shaking his head and gently sets you down letting you crawl wherever you think you can. 

-

Natasha turns her head, curious as to what she saw from the corner of her eye. “Did you get attacked by a suckerfish?” She asks, with a smirk.

You shake your head, “if only you knew.” 

-

“Damn, Hangman. You wind up in bed with a werewolf?” Reuben asks. 

“It was brat night.” 

A few of the others start snickering. 

-

You two see each other from afar, he winks, and you smile. 

Bradley, Mickey, Reuben, and Natasha are losing their minds. 

No one sees but Javy slides a twenty over to Bob. “It’s always the quiet ones.” 

Bob smirks and slips it into his pocket.

[mieeaahhh]

All for the game characters as songs but only songs from my playlist and most of it doesn’t have any reason, It’s just the bugs living on my shoulder whispering it into my ear.

Neil Josten

-Dog Days Are Over by Florence + The Machine

-Dead Girl Walking from heathers

-That’s Life by Frank Sinatra

-Hounds Of Love by Kate Bush

-am i being followed…? By emily jeffri

Andrew Minyard

-forwards beckon rebound by Adrianne Lenkar

-Love Will Tear Us Apart by Joy Division

-Dizzy Miss Lizzy by the Beatles

-Never Saw The Point by Cults

-I Wanna Be Your Dog by Mephisto Walz

Aaron Minyard

-emo boy by Ayesha Erotica

-Cool About It by boygenius

-William, It Was Really Nothing by The Smiths

-Nintendo 64 by Alex G

-Mama’s Boy by Dominic Fike

Nicky Hemmick

-HOT TO GO! By Chappell Roan

-I Don’t Wanna Be Funny Anymore by Lucy Dacus

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Back To That Old House by The Smiths

-It’s Called: Freefall by Rainbow Kitten Suprise

Kevin Day

-Bubblegum Bitch by MARINA

-Literal Legend by Ayesha Erotica

-A Pearl by Mitski

-Army Dreamers by Kate Bush

-Me and the Devil by Soap&Skin

Renee Walker

-Big Mouth Strikes Again by The Smiths

-Ptolemaea by Ethel Cain

-Good Looking by Suki Waterhouse

-P.U.N.K Girl by Heavenly

-Just A Girl by Florence + The Machine

Allison Reynolds

-Maneater by Nelly Furtado

-Good Luck, Babe! Chappell Roan

-all-american bitch by Olivia Rodrigo

-Paper Bag by Fiona Apple

-Funnel Of Love by Wanda Jackson

Seth Gordon

-Silver Soul by Beach House

-The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen

-Lights Out by Mindless Self Indulgence

-Breathing by Kate Bush

-Climbing Up The Walls by Radiohead

Matt Boyd

-Rollin’ by Limp Bizkit

-This Charming Man by The Smiths

-My Hero by Foo Fighters

-The Great Big Gig In The Sky by Pink Floyd

-Sweet Child O’ Mine by Guns N’ Roses

Dan Wilds

-Rue by girl in red

-Lovers Rock by TV Girl

-Girl Anachronism

-Christian Woman by Type O Negative

-Limp by Fiona Apple

Jeremy Knox

-Destroyed By Hippie Powers by Car Seat Headrest

-Heroes by David Bowie

-Jigsaw Falling Into Place by Radiohead

-The Perfect Girl by Mareux

-Starman by David Bowie

Jean Moreau

-insomniac by Memo Boy, Chakra Efendi

-Fireworks by Mitski

-Stupid MF by Mindless Self Indulgence

-The Murder Mystery by The Velvet Underground

-Down By The Water by PJ Harvey

Laila Dermott

-Howl by Florence + The Machine

-White Teeth Teens by Lorde

-Call Me by Blondie

-Bored by Laufey

-Mirror by The Last Dinner Party

Catalina Alvarez

-Burn Alive by The Last Dinner Party

-Shut Up And Drive by Rihanna

-Don’t Stop Me Now by Queen

-Hey Jude by The Beatles

-Pools by Glass Animals

Katelyn Mckensie

-Oh! You Pretty Things by David Bowie

-My Kind Of Woman by Mac DeMarco

-Valerie by TV Girl

-Good Vibrations by The Beach Boys

-Oh Woman, Oh Why by Paul and Linda McCartney

Cody Winter

-Exceptionally Sadistic by Monument Of Misanthropy

-Bullet With Butterfly Wings by The Smashing Pumkins

-It’s Only Sex by Car Seat Headrest

-Buried Alive by Radio Werewolf

-Chop Suey! By System Of A Down

Also I’m super cool and hip and cool so this is my playlists

[radiantrookie]

VA's in both Red vs Blue and RWBY

Lindsay Jones:

RWBY:

Ruby Rose

Red vs Blue:

Vanessa Kimball

Chain Girl

Female Simmons

Apovos

Arryn Zech:

RWBY:

Blake Belladonna

Red vs Blue:

Dr Emily Grey

Barbara Dunkelman:

RWBY:

Yang Xiao Long

Red vs Blue:

Katie Jensen

Caboose's mental image of Donut (Season 14)

Bonus: Mama Boomstick (Death battle)

Miles Luna:

RWBY:

Jaune Arc

Red vs Blue:

Felix (Isaac Gates)

Johnson MacGruff

Hutch

Cronut

Sigma (Restoration)

Lavernius Tucker (Save the Date PSA and Season 12 Teaser Trailer)

Franklin Delano Donut (Season 11: S.O.S.)

Jen Brown:

RWBY:

Pyrrha Nikos

Lisa Lavender

Red vs Blue:

Agent Carolina

Malcom's Mom

Samantha Ireland:

RWBY:

Nora Valkyrie

Red vs Blue:

CT (Connie)

Burnie Burns:

RWBY:

Taiyang Xiao Long

Red vs Blue:

Leonard Church (Alpha/Epsilon)

Lopez the Heavy

VIC

The Warthog

Red Zealot

Yellow Church

Omega AI

Theta AI

Lorenzo

Shannon McCormick:

RWBY:

Ozpin

Red vs Blue:

Agent Washington (David)

Lopez 2.0 (Dos.O)

Agent Iowa (Mike)

Kathleen Zuelch:

RWBY:

Glynda Goodwitch

Red vs Blue:

Agent Texas (Tex/Allison)

Joel Heyman:

RWBY:

Bartholomew Oobleck

Red vs Blue:

Michael J Caboose

Gray G. Haddock:

RWBY:

Roman Torchwick

Red vs Blue:

Locus (Samuel Ortez)

Donald Doyle

Ryan Haywood:

RWBY:

Peter Port

Red vs Blue:

John Elizabeth Andersmith

Marlowe

Diesel (Originally)

Kerry Shawcross:

RWBY:

Neptune Vasilias

Floyd the Geist

Pyke Rite

Red vs Blue:

Charles Palomo

Agent Utah

Agent Georgia

Michael Jones:

RWBY:

Sun Wukong

Red vs Blue:

Chain Guy

B.B. Ghanoush

Ashley Burns:

RWBY:

Coco Adel

Red vs Blue:

Female Lopez

Female Church

Elizabeth Maxwell:

RWBY:

Winter Schnee

Little Weiss'

Red vs Blue:

Agent Ohio (Vera)

Anna Hullum:

RWBY:

Raven Branwen

Red vs Blue:

Female Sarge

Dylan Andrews (Restoration)

Shane Newville:

RWBY:

Russel Thrush

Atlesian Knight-130

Red vs Blue:

Freckles

Gavin Free:

RWBY:

Scarlet David

Red vs Blue:

Jones

Pounder McJones

Maggie Tominey:

RWBY:

Melanie Malachite

Miltia Malachite

Red vs Blue:

Female Donut

Jessica Nigiri:

RWBY:

Cinder Fall

Red vs Blue:

Simmons's Pink Lieutenant

Katie Newville:

RWBY:

Emerald Sustrai

Red vs Blue:

Cyclops/CC

Bonus:

Jen Taylor:

RWBY:

Salem

Halo:

Cortana

Edit: Thanks to @joltning for telling me about Agent Utah and Agent Georgia

[ohtobeleah]

G this was fucking rude. 😩😩😩 My heart literally aches.

Eyes Wide Shut

Spring Break Kickback | Masterlist

synopsis: You are an Aviator and go down in a crash, now Bob is trying to convince you to wake up and help you complete your bucket list

prompt: [ BEDSIDE ] : sender waits by receiver's bedside as they recover from an illness or an injury.

warnings: medical inaccuracies (I got my medical degree from Shonda Rhimes University), description of injuries, failed ejection, mentions of death, angst, Bobby Boy being sad

word count: 1.5k

It was quiet, except for the incessant beeping and soft hum of all the machines gathered around her bed. They were the only things keeping her alive. Keeping oxygen and blood flowing through her body. The annoying beeping was the constant reminder that her heart was still beating in her chest. It had been days since she had opened her eyes, and Bob feared she might never again. 

He had been sitting in the readiness room, reading through some military magazine when the distress call came over the radio. He stood up from the couch and quickly ran over to the radio, where Nat and Payback were crowding around. You and Hangman were in the air, doing a routine, or what should’ve been, hop against Javy and Rooster. Everyone had started to believe that Hangman had changed his ways, but it seemed as though everyone spoke too soon. 

“You need to eject! Punch out! Eject! Eject! Eject!” 

You were out there for two days. Your parachute carried you farther from the wreckage of your jet than the rescue crews had estimated. You were found barely breathing, dehydrated, and in a pool of your own blood. They took you straight to the hospital, rushing you into surgery to repair the broken leg you had sustained in the crash. But the doctors had feared that they were too late. That even though they had fixed your leg and internal injuries, that the mix of severe dehydration, blood loss, and swelling in your brain had caused irreparable damage. 

“Mav went ballistic on Cyclone today,” Bob said, as he held your hand, “You would’ve loved to see it.” 

Bob hadn’t left the side of your bed since you had been brought into the ICU. You weren’t allowed more than one visitor, in case you did wake up. The doctor said low stimulation was going to be the best for you. The brain was an organ that took a while to heal, and a quiet setting was ideal for patients like you. The doctor also told Bob that studies had shown that talking to comatose patients often helped their brains heal even quicker. 

“I don’t even know why Cyclone would bring up something like. . . bringing in a new pilot,” Bob scoffed, “That’s just fucking ridiculous. You’ll be back soon. And then you can tell Cyclone yourself that his idea was fucking ridiculous.” 

But, Bob knew that it wasn’t all that too ridiculous that Cyclone was searching for your replacement. You’d never fly again. The doctor had already told Bob that. You would never pass a physical to get cleared to fly. It was hardly ever that pilots who had crashes as bad as yours found themselves back in the air. They said it would be a miracle if you even stayed in the Navy, more than likely going to get a medical discharge. That depends on if you wake up. 

The thought ran through Bob’s head again and sent a shiver down his spine. He clenched his jaw, and sat forward a bit in his chair. He picked up your hand and held it in both of his. He pressed a kiss to your fingers, feeling tears well up in his eyes. You had to wake up. You just had too. There were too many things that you hadn’t done yet. You had hardly lived, being only twenty-seven. You had a bucket list, a lengthy one at that, that you wanted to complete. 

“Remember the other day. . . when you said that you were half way through your bucket list goal of eating chicken strips in every state?” Bob sniffled. He had laughed when you first said that, but then you showed him the map of all the states you had eaten chicken strips in, “Well, if you wake up, I promise that I’ll help you complete that. You hear that? You gotta wake up so we can cross that off our list.” 

The tears in Bob's eyes were now streaming down his face as he held your hand to his lips and cried. He was never one to cry. His father had told him once that crying makes you weak. But in this moment that was all he could do. He had run out of prayers to say. Run out of scripture passages to read. And now, the hope that he had in his body was also starting to run thin. 

It felt good to cry. It felt good to get all the pent up feelings he had in his body out. It had been eight long days of sitting by your side, holding your hand, being woken up every hour on the hour by doctors and nurses coming in to check your vitals, and hearing that constant beeping of the machines. Bob gently sets your hand back down by your side, running his thumb over the back of your skin. 

“And when we get to that fiftieth state, which I really want to be Alaska, cause it’s beautiful,” Bob took a deep breath, “I’m gonna ask you to marry me.” His blue eyes looked up at your rested face. 

Your relationship had been kept on the down low, fearing that one of you would be moved away from the unit if the higher ups found out. Somehow, you had been able to keep it a secret for nearly two years, but Bob reckoned that everyone knew now. It had taken Payback and Rooster to hold Bob back from charging at Hangman for putting you in the wake of his jet wash. They had never seen the quiet WSO so angry, nor did they know that he had a nasty right hook. Jake was still supporting a black eye. Everyone had confused looks on their faces when Bob ran from the shared office space and out the door on the day they had found you. Slowly, the pieces had been falling together. 

“I got a ring and everything,” Bob said, “You just gotta open your eyes. Alright,” Bob sat up in his chair, “You open your eyes, and the ring is yours. I am yours. Please, please.” Bob clasped his hands and rested his elbows on your bed in prayer, reciting the Our Father again like he had several times already. 

It felt like a jackhammer going off in your head. The idea of even attempting to open your eyes sounded like the worst thing in the world. It’s like seeing the bright light of morning shining through your window, and trying to stay asleep. But there was a pull, like a magnet, that was pulling you to just open your eyes. It was like hearing your mother call you home after the street lights had turned on. You knew that you needed to. That you should. But what was stopping you? 

Ever so slowly, you blinked your eyes open. The lights were bright, and you couldn’t quite focus your eyes on anything. The pounding in your head grew worse as you could somewhat make out a shape of a person sitting by your bed. You should’ve known it was him. You tried to turn your head the best you could, but you weren’t sure that you had any control over your body. You thought you were moving your hand to reach and grab his clasped ones, but you were no more than just moving one of your fingers. 

But somehow Bob felt that barely there brush against his forearm, and looked over at you. 

“Oh my god,” He grabbed your hand. Every fiber in your being felt like it had been lit up in flames as you used whatever strength you could muster and squeezed his hand, “I love you. I love you so much.” Bob moved forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. You squeezed his hand again and slowly your eyes fluttered shut. 

Bob pulled away from you to look at you again, when a loud flatlining sound filled the air.

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[jaidens]

I'd Give All Have, Honey If You Could Stay Like That, Oh, Darling Don't You Ever Grow Up

pairing [s] : bob floyd x reader

warning [s] : call your dentist as soon as possible! the sweet fluff is giving you cavities!

a/n [s] : requests are open! the pictures do not show what your daughters might look like.

Robert was a girl dad. If anyone has dared to try and make fun of him for being head over heels for his daughters and wife, call the ambulance. Jake pushed his buttons by calling him Baby on Board, but Hangman knew to never make fun of him about his daughters. You loved the way he could never say no to his daughters flapping eyelashes and pretty eyes blinking at him. It was sometimes annoying for how much candy your babies could assume if their daddy was taking care of them for a day.

Currently, Bob was holding his daughter Tessa in his arms, slowly running his hands down her hair. She was almost asleep, eyes attempting to stay open. Tessa was slumped against your husband's chest, drool slowly falling out of her mouth when she finally sleeps. Eventually Sophia, Tessa’s sister, clomps over to Bob, hands going up to try and grab her Daddy.

“Hey babygirl.. did you have fun with Uncle Mickey?” Bob's voice is calm and soft as he picks his daughter up in his other arm and pulls her up. Sophia wraps around her dad's arms, laying on his shoulder. You're sipping a soda while you scroll on your phone. “Mm.. daddy wanna go home. Sleepy.” It's only 6:30 but he swears his girls got your sleeping gene. You're almost asleep too as you lay against his shoulder. He's surprised you're even getting sleepy whenever Jake goes to turn another song on the jukebox.

“Hey, babe, Soph’ is getting sleepy and Tess is asleep. You think it's time to head out?” Bob says to you while he attempts to not wake up Tessa. “Yeah I think so. The girls have been up since six-thirty. And Mama needs her husband alone tonight.” He laughs gently as you pick up your bag and stand up. Your hand runs against Tessa’s soft curls and you kiss Bob softly. His cheeks turn a dusty pink. Even after fourteen years of marriage, he still gets flustered by you. You smile at him and pick up Sophia. She lets out a small whine before she relaxes in your arms.

The team gives you all hugs as you say goodbye to everyone. Sophia waves tiredly at Fanboy and Phoenix. You walk out the door and Bob follows behind you, holding the door open for you. You're walking to your car before Bob runs in front of you and opens the door for you, hand touching your lower back. “I’ll put the girls in their seats, love.” You kiss his lips and he smirks at you. He hands you the keys and you start the car with them.

You can hear him in the backseat buckling in Tessa and she starts to almost cry before he kisses her softly. Bob had a hidden voice he would never share, the soft voice from his choir days in highschool. You hear the relaxing Taylor Swift song that Bob held you to during the Speak Now tour in 2011. You remember telling him after the concert that you would dream about your kids with him during that song.

Now, your dream came true. Bob had kept his promise and whenever Tessa was born, he held her in his arms and sang just that song. It became tradition in your daughters’ lives to hear that song from their dad. It felt like you were in college again, in the back of Bobby’s best up Chevy staring at the stars talking about your future. The only thing you were sure of was Bobby would always be written in your stars.

Bob jumped into the truck, putting the windows down to let in the warm summer night. He flips the radio on, a random country station playing soft music. His hand falls to your thigh, thumb going under the rips in your jeans. “Y'know,” Bob begins, his head turns, looking at you and back at the road. “Jake said he could take the girls this weekend. His nieces are coming over. I thought we could go to the city for the weekend. Drink and go crazy, like we did before the girls.”

You laugh gently and nod at him. “Yeah sure. I missed those times if I had to be honest. I miss the mullet you had in highschool, and I missed when you held me in your arms that summer night when Daniel Carrigan said you sucked at football and you almost cried.” He pinches your thigh and laughs. “I still can't believe he said that.”

“Tess has gotten so big recently. I was scrolling through the pictures on my phone and I saw her when she was a little baby on her first day of school.” You show him the picture and you see the way he is for a moment. “I wish I could keep her like that forever. She was such a little baby.” Bob tells you and smiles at the photos of her dancing around in her little dresses.

He taps your thigh with his hand and grips the wheel. You know he's sensitive about his girls growing up and it's something so bittersweet; growing up. You've grown up with Bob, and you watch him watch his girls grow up. You remember telling him one day about how you were scared about growing up and what the future held. He only told you one thing,

“Whatever the future might hold, you can remember I'll always be there.”

That's whenever you knew you would be with him forever. The funky glasses he wore and his long hairstyle. He was stuck with you and you were stuck with him.

[r4dioheadiscool]

Introduction post! (I don’t know what to say I’ve been reading everyone’s introductions to know how to introduce myself) (it’s super long)

Name: You can call me Olive/Oliver/Oli for short

I’m a minor so don’t be weird

I use she/he pronouns

I can speak English and French

Fav shows : Shameless US, Skins UK and Derry girls

Fav movies : BILLY ELLIOT!!!! Little miss sunshine, brokeback mountain, Jack and the cuckoo clock heart, the maze runner, Monster House, dead poets society

Good movies that didn’t make the cut : Jojo Rabbit, wolf walkers, mysterious skins, lady bird, my life as a zucchini, catch me if you can, saw (I love watching movies)

Fav books : Looking for Alaska, Beautiful boy, TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN!!! The virgin suicides, To kill a mockingbird

Bands i enjoy : Radiohead, Oakwood, la dispute, Greenday, Gorillaz, CAS, Alex g, sufjan Stevens, anything by Liam mccay, Adrianne Lenker, Mitski, Car seat headrest, oasis, the smiths, Pink Floyd, Current Joys, David Bowie, blink-182, Mac Demarco, blur, the cure, Coldplay

Things I like : my girlfriend and friends, biology, geology, history, the colour green, my cats, crafting things, legos, dinosaurs, planets, stars, decorating my walls, eating alone, talking and diet cocacola

I get sad on occasions (I suffer from a raging depression, an ed that ruins my life, anxiety and sh problems but I do not promote any of those things!!! I’m pro recovery and if you ever need someone to talk to you can dm me)

DNI if youre racist homophobic transphobic a fascist support Israel or if you’re mean

DO INTERACT IF YOU LIKE ANY OF THOSE THINGS OR NOT TBH I DONT CARE!! INTERACT IF YOU WANT MOOTS

[yunarim]

hello if you can still ask, I'm interested in asking for headcanons for pomefiore reacting when his mc fem decides to interpret nxde from g-idle in a karaoke night at the cafe de azul or well wherever, you decide the place if you want xd that would be all Thank you and take care <33

・┆✦ʚ I don't give a love ɞ✦ ┆・— yes, i'm nxde

⌞summary⌝ — pomefiore reacting to fem!reader interpreting (g)i-dle's 'nxde' during the karaoke night

⌞tags⌝ — female reader (she/her pronouns but none were actually used), sfw, reader wears an outfit similar to shuhua's (that black and red one girls wore during the chorus), octavinelle makes a cameo in the intro because why not

“Hey, Shrimpie!~”

You turn to Floyd, still sipping your drink, and tilt your head.

Apparently Azul called for him while you two were chatting, and there he is, looking absolutely exhausted after the discussion they had. You actually wondered what that was about since everyone seemed rather hyped up for an unknown to you upcoming event.

“Now now, Floyd,” Jade approached you, refilling your drink as you threw a quick suspicious glance at them, grinning slightly. “Don’t rush it.”

“It’s boring,” Floyd replied, taking a seat next to you. “Plus, Shrimpie doesn’t like it when we’re just throwing hints and such. Right, Shrimpie?”

“Right you are,” you nodded. “So, what’s the deal?”

“Azul’s going to hold a karaoke night!!” Floyd announced quite excitedly, waiting for you to react, and attempted to squeeze you once glimpses of interest appeared in your eyes, but you quickly dodged.

“Sounds nice,” you answered. “You want me to perform or what? I don’t think I can pull off any of Twisted Wonderland songs though, they’re still rather unfamiliar, but if you give me some time, then…”

“Quite the opposite, Prefect,” now it was Azul who appeared before you, giving you a project plan, perfectly neat and nicely arranged as always. “We would like you to sing something from your world.”

You pressed a finger to your chin, lost in thoughts. The idea itself was quite appealing but that meant you needed to translate a song to Twisted Wonderland language, moreover, which concept exactly should you consider, and what about outfit, makeup and—

“Of course we’re not putting any pressure on you!” Azul announced, adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose. “If you’re worried about the cost, then leave it to us. Also regarding the translation of the song, we can help you too. Just choose something catchy and remarkable, you’re our rising star, after all.”

“Great then,” you agreed, putting your sign on the contract he pulled out of nowhere, much to Floyd and Jade’s delight. “I’ll leave everything to you then, but… I’ll translate the song myself. Just provide me with some amount of money after I calculate everything.”

“It’s a deal then~” Azul hummed. “I’m awaiting your performance.”

Next day you show up a bit earlier than expected. Octavinelle trio turns to you, as if questioning why you came up when it’s literally two hours before the show starts, but you reassuringly smile. 

“Good evening, everyone. If you’re wondering why I came that early, then well…” you show them a heavily-looking bag you brought with you. “I need to get ready. Oh and please make sure no one enters the dressing room while I’m there, alright? I don’t want to ruin a surprise.”

“Don’t worry, Shrimpie!~” Floyd reassures you. 

“Good luck today, Prefect,” Jade nods.

“Oh I won’t disappoint you.”

And with that you enter the dressing room, ready to impress.

・┆✦ʚ did you think i'd just laugh as if?

—♡ VIL SCHOENHEIT praises your outfit choice and makeup skills the very second he sees you getting up on the stage. It’s dark, and the music has no instrumental intro, so you’re just standing there, waiting for the lights to turn on, and the moment you say the very first word of the lyrics, he’s immersed into your performance.

—♡ He saw the pamphlet, a song from your world translated to their language sounded quite intriguing, but he couldn’t even think you would choose such an… idiomatic song. 

—♡ He also assumes there’s a dance to this song, but you don’t move much due to the outfit and because there’s karaoke night being held after all, not an idol-like show. But he still catches what he guesses is supposed to be signature moves. 

—♡ He’s a performer himself, so he’s highly concentrated on your devotion, and needless to say you polished this song to perfection. 

—♡ He wonders if you’re implying some message to students, given you’re the only female in this school, and the way you grin slyly makes him realize that you definitely are trying to say something through the song. 

—♡ “The way I talk is kinda dumb But I’ve got a sexy, sexy figure” is definitely an allusion to how people preserved you when you first got here, and Vil’s ready to make sure you’re not getting unwanted attention and any misconceptions. In case you wish to know how to handle such situations, you can always ask him for a piece of advice. —♡ The moment you start singing the chorus part, he’s smirking proudly.  —♡ You’re absolutely stunning. He wants you to release this song officially, would you like to work under the label he models? 

—♡ “I’m born nude and you’re the pervert" line makes him notice someone in the Lounge coughing out of embarrassment because you’re being incredibly sharp. 

—♡ After the performance ends, he joins you in the dressing room, praising you. He also asks why you choose the song with such lyrics, and tells you if there’s someone or something bothering you, don't be afraid to ask him for help. 

—♡ You appreciate it, but there’s actually no need, given you feel extremely confident after delivering the message through the song.

—♡ Ends up rewatching fancams someone took and uploaded on MagiTube the next day right before going to sleep. 

—♡ Wants you to release the song with the MV provided so badly.

・┆✦ʚ put on my beautiful self

—♡ It's obviously ROOK HUNT who's ready to collapse the very second you make your way to the stage.

—♡ The way the fur layer on the black corset emphasizes your collarbones; the way fishnet stockings suits you; the way the scarlet satin ribbons on your skirt glisten and follow your movements like the waves of the sea; the way your hands look immensely elegant enveloped in silk gloves; the way the jewelry shines in the dim warm light of the Lounge… 

—♡ Sevens, just how stunning can you be? Spare him and his poor weak heart and—

—♡ “Twisted Lorelei that don’t need no man” part makes him want to clap the second you sing this line, but he manages to refrain from doing that in order not to ruin your performance. 

—♡ Your gaze aimed right at the audience is sharp and piercing, he wonders if you’re trying to deliver the message with the song to a certain someone. He also hopes there’s no one who actually hurt you by saying something inappropriate. Otherwise he would ask if you need his help.

—♡ He also feels like you don’t, given how enchantingly beautiful you look now, your confidence radiating from your every move and every line you sing. 

—♡ “Baby, how do I look?” — ah Sevens, great you asked!! He’s already filming a fancam to appreciate it once more later (not just once though–). And you do look like you’re about to crush a lot of hearts today, as well as end up breaking someone’s unwanted comments about your behavior and your looks. 

—♡ “Excusez-moi, to all of you who are sitting here, if you were expecting some rated R show” line is the moment Rook thinks one bouquet of splendid flowers isn’t enough to show his gratitude for your braveness and confidence he absolutely adores and respects. 

—♡ The amount of appreciation he radiates actually equals all the audience’s adoration. 

—♡ As your performance ends, he’s the first to stand up and rush to the stage, presenting a bouquet of flowers to you. He then gently takes your hand in his, as if escorting you to the dressing room. 

—♡ He’s pretty sure people would make malicious comments about the meaning you tried to deliver, but worry not — Rook knows exactly who these people are, and he’s here to reassure you that you did the right thing.

—♡ (Also please consider Vil’s offer to record a music video—)

・┆✦ʚ you're welcome to throw those dumb popcorns —♡ It's EPEL FELMIER who screams out loud when you appear on the stage even before the song actually starts.

—♡ First years introduced cover dance festivals to him, he knows how important it is to show the support for the ones who perform.

—♡ He catches you throwing a quick smile at him, and he screams once more, saying you're literally the best!! Epel’s actually the best hype boy out there.

—♡ “The audience booed and shouted ‘You tricked me, you’re a liar!’” YES CRASH THEM, MAKE THEM DEVASTATED, RUIN THOSE STEREOTYPES!!

—♡ He enjoys the song so much, oh Sevens, you��re so brave and confident, he’s SOOO invested. And yet the more he listens, the more he wonders if you’re speaking from experience. If you are, then spill the tea, who’s been bothering you so much? He’s ready to throw some fists—

—♡ “I feel sick of those prejudice made by themselves” NO BECAUSE you’re being so real and true, he can’t stand it either when people misjudge someone because of their looks. 

—♡ He’s the first one to start screaming when the choruses come, and the audience just repeats after him. He respects you so much, not only your devotion, your outfit, makeup and voice are admirable, but you’re also confident, a truly self-made woman.

—♡ “Think outside of the box” JUST HOW TRUE YOU ARE!! Epel no longer sitting, he’s standing and even jumping, showing his appreciation as much as it even possible and causing the others to catch on his excitement. 

—♡ When the song ends, he shouts out “STAN YUU FOR CLEAR SKIN YOU MORONS!!”, not even caring for Vil’s reaction and upcoming scolding.

—♡ He can’t be stopped on the way to the dressing room, Epel literally can’t shut up for at least a moment, praising you and going all ‘you did so well’, ‘you’re so cool’, ‘you’re my ultimate bias forever’ and so on.

—♡ Feel free to tell him if there’s someone who’s bothering you, he can help. You’re not sure about his methods, but appreciate his good will. 

© yushiiae 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

[mynameismckenziemae]

Dirty headcanons for:

Bob Floyd (Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone) version

Requested by @sweetwhispersofchaos 😘

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

He loves watching Sunny with another woman. He’s curious about kissing another man and finds he likes it. He’s likes domming him too 😏

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?) 

He happily kisses any and every part of Sunny, loves to leave hickeys that only he gets to see. He likes being marked up too…unless it’s somewhere visible when in uniform (which Sunny is good at doing). He likes Bradley’s mustache and rougher kisses too.

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?) 

💯 loves pictures. The Polaroids Sunny stuffed in his duffle are used often when he’s alone. He likes to take pictures of her too, especially after he ruins her; the marks he leaves, her tears, his cum painting her body.

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

He loves hearing Sunny and has made it his personal mission to find out what pulls the most desperate sounds from her lips. He’s not overly loud himself but his groans make Sunny’s toes curl.

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?) 

He’s a huge fan of his girl in lingerie and fucking her while she’s wearing it. He wears plain gray, black or white boxer-briefs, though he did wear a thong once at Sunny’s request (the blowjob was worth it).

[tropes-and-tales]

The gentle prompts are back! 🤗

Can I request for Lieutenant Bob Floyd the knuckles brushing against each other and person a getting shy? I think this with him is just perfect!

It’s Bob Floyd’s party:  just a low-key get-together at his small house near the beach.  The Daggers usually just meet up at the Hard Deck, but they take turns hosting these parties from time to time.  It helps build the rapport of their found family, though each and every one of them would scoff and deny it if it was put that way to them.

The parties are never just Dagger-exclusive.  Others flit in and out.  Rooster’s sometimes-girlfriend.  Nat’s best friend from college.  Harvard’s brother.  

Hangman’s cousin.

You come through San Diego often, and you always visit Jake.  Hangman is completely different when you’re around—downright gentlemanly, polite.  Almost human.

Bob can’t wonder too much at the change in Jake when you’re around.  Bob is usually too worried about the change in himself when you’re around.

It’s all confusing.  Baffling.  He’s never had a crush like this before, all these incongruent feelings.  Bob Floyd is naturally an introvert, yet when he knows you’re coming to visit, he feels a strange surge of excitement, of energy to see you again.  He feels nervous and brave at the same time.  Sick to his stomach and giddy to be near you.  The sight of you, the sound of your laughter—he wants to avoid you in case he says something stupid.  He wants to run to you.  Both in equal measure at the same time.

There’s no time to overthink it tonight.  It’s his party at his house, so he’s been in host mode:  refreshing ice, keeping an eye on the grill, making sure everyone is enjoying themselves.  He only gets to talk to you for a moment before Harvard is griping about being unable to find the game on Bob’s T.V….and when he returns moments later to resume his chat with you, he finds you gone.

Those incongruent feelings:  the unreality of seeing you in his home, sitting on his couch, eating off of his dishes….juxtaposed against how at home you look here.  Like you could live here.

He only catches sight of you here and there.  You tell the Daggers an embarrassing story about Jake and his awkward pre-teen years, and you’re rewarded by Jake putting you in a headlock and ruffling your hair until you shriek and plead for mercy.  You spend a long stretch of time chatting with Nat, the only two girls at this gathering, heads bent close as you keep your voices low. 

But then?  As the night winds down?

He thinks you’re gone.  Jake is nowhere to be found, but that’s typical—you usually rent a car when you’re in town on a visit, not wanting to be beholden to your cousin’s schedule or whims.  Rooster and Nat are gone, and Harvard and Yale are slowly making their way out the door too.  Bob sighs—the relief of an introvert whose social reserves are nearly spent.  And part of that sigh is frustration at having missed spending time with you.

Yet when he gathers up an armful of empty plates and takes them to the kitchen, he nearly drops them:  you’re standing at his sink, elbows deep in sudsy water as you wash up.

“Hey!” you say when you catch sight of him.  You turn your head and offer him a bright smile.  “Thought I’d help you clean up.”

Incongruous feelings:  shame at having a guest clean up at his party.  Delight to see you.  

Fear to be alone with you.  Happiness to be alone with you.

Bob splits the difference.  He makes quick strides over to the sink, stops short of easing the sponge out of your soapy hands.

“You’re a guest,” he chides softly.  “You shouldn’t be doing dishes.”

You elbow him, playful.  “Or if I help, it’ll take you half as long to clean up.”

“You’re a g-guest,” he repeats, stammers, but you ignore him and turn back to the sink of dirty dishes.

“I wash, you dry,” you tell him.  “It won’t take any time at all.”

Bob has seen Hangman plenty at the Hard Deck—he knows the man’s ego, big as a damned aircraft carrier.  He’s seen him turn on his charm, seen him turn the force of his good looks on unsuspecting women.  It must be something with the Seresin family, Bob thinks, like how near-sightedness runs through the Floyd’s.  Because you have something of the same sort of assured charm that Jake has, though you’re not so obnoxious about it.  

You’re just confident.  Sweetly dominant, and paired with your kindness, your thoughtfulness, Bob has no chance at all.

“Okay,” he replies.  He picks up a dish towel and stands beside you at the counter.

You wash, he dries.  He can’t think of a single interesting thing to say, but you don’t seem to mind.  You hum as you scrape the plates, then plunge them into the soapy water.  It’s weirdly intimate, this domestic task split between the two of you.  Bob has never done dishes with a woman, he realizes.  He could almost imagine you living here and doing this together every night—

Your knuckles brush against his as you hand him a rinsed-off plate, and Bob jerks away like he’s been burned.  You turn your head and glance at him, eyebrows lifted in a question, but you don’t say anything.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, and he curses the way he flushes, how his face turns bright red.  

“You’re fine,” you reply, just as soft, and you hand him another plate.  Your fingers brush again, and at least this time he doesn’t flinch away.

Over and over:  you work through the stack of dirty dishes, pass them off to Bob to dry.  Your fingers brush against his so many times he starts to wonder if it’s intentional.  But it can’t be, right?  You certainly aren’t drunk, and you’ve never seemed clumsy before.  

The moment stretches on and on.  The moment ends too soon.

You pull the stopper out of the sink and drain it, then you reach out and swipe the dish towel from where it hangs over his shoulder.  You smile at him as you dry your hands, your gentler Seresin charm on full display.

“See?  Took no time at all to clean up.  Now you don’t have to wake up to a sink full of dirty dishes.”

“I appreciate it, but my momma is gonna tan my hide when she finds out I let a guest clean up.”  It just slips out, the slight accent that usually embarrasses him, but your smile widens like it always does when the country slides into his voice.

“You tell your momma that you had no choice in the matter,” you say.  

He opens his mouth to tell you that Momma Floyd will still give him hell either way, but he never gets the words out.  In the span of a few seconds, you’re stepping closer to him, giving him a friendly hug—one of those embraces where you touch but not really, just a moment of standing in his space, one arm around his shoulders, the pat of your hand on his back.

It’s more touch then he’s ever gotten from you.  It’s not nearly enough.

“Good party, Bobby,” you say when you release him.  “Thanks for inviting me.”

And then you’re walking out of his kitchen, walking through his living room towards his front door.  He trails you like a love-sick puppy, and you turn back to face him as you stand in his doorway.

“I probably won’t see you before I leave, but I’ll be back in a few weeks,” you tell him.  “See you then?”

He nods, offers you a weak smile.  A few weeks?

A few weeks is an eternity.  A few weeks is no time at all.

Either way, he can hardly wait.

[briarvalleyarchives]

ᴏᴄᴛᴀᴠɪɴᴇʟʟᴇ

╰┈➤ ❝ to mankind, the deep below; the waters carrying the legacy of the sea witch, perhaps are as foreign as the castles of the noble fae atop the mountains. what lurks in the cold waters of the coral sea is sure to be unfamiliar but equally as enchanting. ❞

[f.], [m.] → female / male reader respectively | [pl.] → platonic | [g.] → general / no reader | [sug.] → suggestive | [hc] → headcanons | [os] → oneshot | [sh.] → short scenario | [s.] → part of a series | [a.] → angst

bright blue as a sunlit sea [f. | pl. | os]

he's a nightmare dressed like a daydream [f. | pl. | os]

i will love you (like the ocean loves the shoreline) [f. | pl. | os]

what they do during winter break [g. | os]

ᴀᴢᴜʟ ᴀꜱʜᴇɴɢʀᴏᴛᴛᴏ

"is somebody jealous?" [os]

a gentle sunrise (to guide you back home) [f. | os]

aubade [os]

azul + different nrc subjects [g. | hc]

boyfriend headcanons [hc]

brushing his hair [pl. | hc]

careful love [os]

celebrating christmas [hc]

comforting him after a nightmare [f. | hc]

cuddle time [hc]

cuddling headcanons [hc]

distorted memories (dystopian au) [g. | a. | hc]

draw me in [os]

easily flustered s/o [hc]

emoji ask meme [hc]

felicity [os]

flirting with him [hc]

fluff alphabet: o [hc]

hanahaki au [hc]

jealousy (ft. tsum!azul) [os]

kissing his s/o [hc]

love languages [hc]

love looks beautiful on you [f. | os]

meeting his family [hc]

moonstruck [os]

mornings with him [hc]

my eyes are up here [hc]

on land where we can see the moon [os]

opening up to s/o [hc]

radiohead [a. | sh.]

reacting to stoic mc who carries a stuffed animal around [hc]

reminiscing on a warm summer day [os]

rivals to lovers au [hc]

secret night rendezvous [f. | pl. | os]

s/o having a nightmare about his overblot [hc]

soulmate au [os]

study date [hc]

trivia headcanons [g. | hc]

tutoring session [os]

wanting a second chance [hc]

when his s/o tells him he's their favorite [hc]

with a childhood friend who moved away [hc]

with a drunk s/o [hc]

with an s/o who has ptsd [hc]

with an s/o who has social anxiety [hc]

with an s/o who's obsessed with the ocean [os]

with an s/o who is the grandchild of the king of the coral sea [hc]

with an s/o that blends perfectly into any shadow [hc]

with a reader who thinks they're not good enough to date him [hc]

with vampire!mc [hc]

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"is somebody jealous?" [os]

"why does it sound like you're saying goodbye?" [a. | os]

3 halloween tales [a. | hc]

a heart to love, a hand to hold [f. | os]

dancing with him [hc]

fluff alphabet: djn [hc]

getting bored of s/o [a. | hc] [sequel]

hanahaki au [hc]

if he said something insensitive to his s/o [a. | hc]

i love the light (that i've found in you) [pl. | os]

love languages [hc]

my eyes are up here [hc]

radiohead [a. | sh.]

reacting to a sudden ambush [hc]

secret night rendezvous [f. | pl. | os]

s/o coughs up blood [hc]

s/o suddenly being transported back to their world [sh.]

spending valentine's day with him [hc]

tackling overworked s/o [hc]

the girl they love, the boys she adore + platonic!floyd [f. | os]

wanting a second chance [hc]

warmth in your love, solace in your presence [f. | os]

what a dream, to see you love me [os]

with a drunk s/o [hc]

with a reader who thinks they're not good enough to date him [hc]

with vampire!mc [hc]

you are the brightest light of sunshine [f. | os]

your heart is a terrarium filled with love [f. | os]

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"is somebody jealous?" [os]

amusement park date [hc]

calling him cute [hc]

cheering you up when you're not feeling well [hc]

cuddle time [hc]

doodles of us [hc]

hanahaki au [hc]

having a big crush on mc [hc]

having a crush [hc]

heart squeezing (in a lovey way) [f. | os]

getting bored of s/o [a. | hc] [sequel]

if he said something insensitive to his s/o [a. | hc]

my eyes are up here [hc]

wanting a second chance [hc]

with an s/o that blends perfectly into any shadow [hc]

with vampire!mc [hc]

[return-to-twisted-wonderland]

Idk what made me think this but here’s a new future kid to go with Malachite and the others. Meet Lapis, Malachite’s baby sister. She’s still in elementary so she wasn’t “summoned” like the rest but her favorite uncle Jade told her (what he could remember of the visit) and may have “encouraged” a potion maker to help the lil baby.

Day is going good, just Azul, Marcus, Malachite and the tweels in the vip lounge when the door is kicked in to reveal a VERY angry 6 year old with the chubbiest cheeks.

“You are so dead Malachite!” she screams, tackling the teen off the couch. As a fight starts the Octotrio are reminded of the tweels as children.

“Alright, that is enough!” Marcus yells, breaking them up by picking Lapis up.

“Malachite, would you like to explain?” Azul asked, taking the now teary eyed girl from his husband. Unexpectedly, she clings to him, and if he didn’t know better he’d compare her grasp to a suction cup.

“Not my fault I wanted a break from my bratty sister,” the teen grumbled. Sure he wanted some space since she constantly tried to visit him at school, but he wasn’t an ass that wanted her to cry.

The remaining occupants of the room turned to get a closer look at the sniffling girl in Azul’s arms. She had cute chubby cheeks, big watery silver blue eyes (which reminded the tweels of a certain baby octopus), her hair was pulled into pigtails and while it had Marcus’ texture the color was a neat match to Azul’s.

“Oh yeah, lil Takoyaki is a crybaby just like the big thing,” Floyd teased, earning a grumpy look from Azul.

“Shut it little eel! Or I’ll tell Papa and Daddy all about the jar incident!” Lapis shouted, putting on a brave face as she tried to stand up to the hyperactive eel. And oh boy did this get the tweels attention, no one outside the family, not even Azul, knew about the jar incident.

“Oh my, and how would you know about that little one?” Jade asked, looking a bit closer at the girl and spotting something dangling from her left ear. Was that…a mushroom?

“Jade told her,” Malachite groaned, finally getting off the floor.

“Uncle Jade is the bestest uncle in the world! He teaches me how to trade blackmail and we go on hikes! He even got us matching earrings, see?” And with that Lapis turned her head to show off the tiny red and white mushroom piercing her ear.

“She’s got blackmail on everyone and it’s such a pain in the-”

“Big brother, think about your words~. Do you want me to tell papa about the you know what you’re hiding?” Lapis gave a devious look that reminded everyone of Marcus when he gets mad.

“And what is he hiding sweetie?” Marcus asked, giving Malachite the side eye as the boy looked everywhere BUT his parents.

“I can’t tell you Papa, why get a cookie now when I could make a whole batch later? Uncle Jade taught me to be patience with my prey-I mean brother.” Oh. Oh no. That smile she was giving Malachite had serious Jade vibes. Just their luck, both Azul and Marcus’ kids love their Tweel uncles so much they take after them.

Some random facts I thought up for Lapis:

She an octopus mer like her Daddy. More specifically she’s a blue ring octopus. She’s actually kinda chubby like Azul used to be as a child and they bonded over this, and Azul tries to make sure she knows how pretty/cute she is.

Lapis 1000% is a daddy’s girl, for both her fathers. She always try’s her best to make them proud and think they are the best daddies ever.

Though they can but heads, Lapis ADORES her big brother. She can practically follow him around like a duckling at times, which can cause some annoyance for the teen. One time Lapis came home crying because a boy at her daycare called her fat and ugly (and made fun of her octopus form). That boy had to face her fathers/uncles/the Ramshackle group/and Malachite and his friends. This baby is like the most protected of all the NRC kids (helps that she’s one of the youngest).

Lapis loves Jade so much because when she was really little she was scared of the dark, and Jade gifted her some string lights shaped like mushrooms he had bough on impulse (his mushroom obsession can’t he stopped!). They bonded that day as Lapis hadn’t seen mushrooms before and asked Jade lots of questions.

Another siblings has joined! Marcus and Azul got another kid!

@the-broken-truth