✦Characters: Deuce Spade, Jack Howl, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Silver
✦You two are walking back from shopping and you ask “Why are you not holding my hand?”
Deuce Spade
Deuce freezes mid step like he just got caught breaking a very important rule. He looks at you. Looks down at the 4 shopping bags in his hands then looks back at you. His face instantly crumples into the most heartbreaking guilty puppy expression. He looks like he personally failed you.
“I can’t right now…” he mumbles, ears turning red. “My hands are full and I don’t wanna drop anything… I’m really sorry…”
You keep pouting for dramatic effect. Deuce panics. He starts shifting his weight from foot to foot like he’s trying to solve an impossible equation. “But… um… you can hold my arm instead! Like this!”
He angles his elbow out toward you. It’s the most earnest, awkward, offer in the world. You finally crack and laugh, looping your arm through his properly and squeeze it. “It was a joke, dummy. You’re cute when you feel guilty.”
Deuce lets out a huge, relieved breath. His whole body relaxes. “Jeez… don’t scare me like that! I thought I was being a bad boyfriend for a second…”
He still keeps his arm angled so you can stay linked the whole way home. And every few steps he glances over to make sure you’re smiling.
Jack Howl
Jack doesn’t even pause walking. He just glances down at his very full hands then at you. “I can’t.” he says simply. “Hands are occupied.”
You stop walking. Cross your arms. Raise an eyebrow. “If you don’t wanna hold my hand, you could just say so.”
Jack stops dead. Tail goes stiff. He turns to face you fully, brows furrowed like you just accused him of something serious. “That’s not…” He exhales through his nose. “That’s not what I meant.”
Then without another word he grabs four bags in one hand, freeing the other completely. The newly free hand immediately reaches for yours, fingers lacing tight. “There!” he grunts, cheeks pink. “Happy now?”
You grin. He huffs, but doesn’t let go even when the bags start cutting into his other palm. He carries everything one handed the rest of the way. Refuses to let you help.
Floyd Leech
Floyd is swinging the grocery bags like they’re toys humming some tune when you ask. He stops swinging. Tilts his head.
“Ehhh~? My hands are full, Shrimpyyy~” He lifts both arms and shakes the bags.
You cross your arms. “That’s not an excuse.”
Floyd blinks once. Then his grin stretches impossibly wider and delighted, like you just gave him permission to cause chaos. Without hesitation he drops one entire bag straight down onto the sidewalk.
Crack.
You both hear the eggs give up on life. Floyd doesn’t even look at the bag. He just reaches out, taking your hand in his now free one, and swings your joined hands like nothing happened.
“Happy now~?” he asks, kicking the ruined bag lightly out of his way.
“Floyd! The eggs!”
He shrugs, completely unbothered. “You’re the one who said it wasn’t an excuse~ So I made an excuse go away. Problem solved.”
You scold him the whole way home. He just laughs, squeezes your hand tighter, and keeps swinging your arms.
The broken eggs become his new favorite inside joke. Every time you buy eggs after that he dramatically pretends to drop the carton.
Kalim Al-Asim
He stops. Looks at the bags. Looks at his hands. Looks at you. Then his face lights up like he just solved the greatest puzzle ever. “Oh! Wait wait wait! I’ve got it!”
He very carefully adjusts the bags so they’re still secure… then stretches his pinky finger out toward you as far as it’ll go.
“Here! Hold my pinky!” He beams, eyes sparkling. “It’s almost like hand holding! See? We’re still connected!”
You stare at the single pinky. Then at his bright, earnest smile. You can’t help it, you burst out laughing and hook your pinky around his.
“This is so cute! We should do this all the time!” He swings your linked pinkies the rest of the way home like it’s the most romantic thing in the world (and it is). Every few steps he giggles and says “Im a genius!”
Silver
Silver blinks at you slowly, head tilted, clearly processing the question like it came from another language.
“…I can’t right now.” he says, calm and honest. He lifts both hands slightly, the shopping bags rustling. “My hands are full.”
You give him your best sad puppy eyes. “But… I feel more comfortable and safe when I’m holding your hand…”
Silver freezes. His eyes widen and a flicker of panic crossing his usually serene face. He looks at the bags again. Thinking very seriously for three full seconds. Then without a word he simply holds one of the lighter bags out toward you.
“Here.” he says softly. “You carry this one. Then we can hold hands.”
You take the bag (it was just some bread in that bag, easy). Silver immediately slides his now free hand into yours, fingers lacing gently but firmly.
“Better?” he asks, voice quiet, a tiny flush on his cheeks.
You nod, squeezing his hand. He gives the smallest, softest smile, like he’s relieved he solved the crisis. He keeps your hand in his the entire walk home. Every so often he glances over to check that you still look happy and safe.
When you two get back he insists on carrying everything else inside himself.
A/N: @idiasplayertwo (hope you don't mind me tagging you) come get your burnt and poisoned meeaaallllll!!! I'm sorry this is so buns I'm terrible at writing for Floyd EUUGHHHH
floyd falls in love in the most inconvenient way possible: accidentally. because at first, you are just interesting. fun to mess with, fun to surprise, fun to watch reactions from. you're different from most people at NRC because you don't immediately panic around him the way others do, and honestly? that catches his attention fast. you talk back to him sometimes, tease him right back, roll your eyes when he gets dramatic instead of running away. it's entertaining. naturally floyd starts hanging around you more often because boredom is the enemy and you make things less dull. except eventually, somewhere along the line, your presence stops feeling like entertainment and starts feeling necessary. that's where things get weird.
because floyd is used to getting bored of people quickly. one day someone is interesting, the next day they're not. it happens all the time. but with you, the interest never fades. if anything, it gets worse. he keeps wanting more of your attention, more of your reactions, more time near you just to see what you will do next. and instead of getting tired of you, floyd starts building entire routines around finding you whenever he feels restless. which should probably alarm him more than it does.
"you're looking for the prefect again?" floyd glances over from where he is half-draped across the lounge counter. "hm?" jade smiles pleasantly. "you've checked the front door six times in the past ten minutes, floyd." "...maybe i'm bored." "i see." the knowing look jade gives him afterward is deeply irritating. especially because floyd immediately realizes jade is right.
it gets bad after that. suddenly floyd starts noticing all the little things he does around you automatically. how he gravitates toward you in crowded rooms without thinking. how his mood improves embarrassingly fast whenever you laugh at something he says. how he gets weirdly irritated when other people monopolize your attention for too long. and honestly? the possessiveness sneaks up on him harder than anything else. because floyd likes attention, especially yours.
if you ignore him too long, he sprawls across your lap dramatically until you acknowledge him again. if someone interrupts your conversations, he immediately inserts himself back into them like an oversized eel-shaped problem. if you spend too much time with another student, floyd suddenly appears beside you with his chin hooked over your shoulder acting clingier than usual for the rest of the day. he doesn't even realize he's doing it at first. you do.
"floyd" you laugh while trying unsuccessfully to push his face away from where he is squishing against your cheek, "you've been attached to me all day." "mmhmm?~" "...why?" "you're just so fun to be around, shrimpy!" which is technically true. just not the whole truth.
physical affection becomes an even bigger disaster. floyd already invades personal space naturally, but around you it starts carrying actual weight behind it. like if you hug him unexpectedly, he clings right back and refuses to let go for an unreasonable amount of time. one evening you fall asleep against him in the vip room and floyd stays awake almost the entire time just staring at you with this strange heavy feeling sitting in his chest. that part unsettles him a little (surprisingly) because floyd isn’t used to wanting softness from people, but with you, he starts craving it constantly.
the realization itself takes longer than it probably should because he doesn't spend much time analyzing his emotions unless forced to. he just acts on instinct most of the time. if he wants to see you, he finds you. if he wants attention, he takes it. simple. except eventually even he notices this feeling has become way too big to ignore casually. especially after azul points it out.
"you seem unusually attached to the prefect lately." floyd immediately narrows his eyes and puts on a fake pout. "what's that supposed to mean?" azul adjusts his glasses carefully. "it means you become intolerable whenever they are absent for extended periods of time." "...ruuude." "am i wrong?" floyd opens his mouth. then closes it again. because unfortunately, no.
the truth hits him fully during a completely random moment. the two of you are sitting together in the lounge after closing hours while floyd complains dramatically about something unimportant. you are laughing softly beside him, tired enough that your reactions are slower and more genuine than usual. then, still smiling, you reach over and poke his cheek lightly. "you're cute when you sulk." he freezes completely.
because something in his chest twists so suddenly and sharply that it catches him entirely off guard. and all at once, every weird feeling over the past several months crashes together perfectly. every instinct dragging him toward you constantly, every spike of irritation when someone else stole your attention, every ridiculous urge to keep touching you just because he could.
he likes you. seriously. way more seriously than he realized. and honestly? once the realization settles properly, he starts grinning. because suddenly all his clinginess, all his attention-seeking, all his constant need to stay wrapped around you somehow finally makes sense. meanwhile you are still looking at him in confusion because he has gone weirdly quiet. "...floyd?" he immediately flops sideways onto you like a giant sea snake. "shrimpyyyy~" "that did not answer my question at all." "don't care~"
and while you struggle beneath the weight of an extremely affectionate moray eel, floyd hides his smile against your shoulder and thinks, distantly, that he's probably never letting you go now.
I havent made out with someone in over two months, im genuinely getting withdrawals </3. to make up for it ive been imagining...
making out with floyd leech....
lil bit of spice here, no outright nsfw... tw for making out? ig?? and descriptive scenes i couldnt help it. enjoy my loves. <3
skipping class had become common place as of late. a natural part of college, in your opinion at least. who you were skipping with though, was far from natural.
neither was being so cozy-ed up to him.
barely an inch away from you laid floyd leech, his long body stretched across the grass floors of the woods behind campus. he looked peaceful, lost in thought, drowsy. it was strange seeing him act in such a way- the eccentric leech had seemingly been satiated.
you noticed him staring, quiet and almost... longingly, oddly enough. he was locked away in a faraway trance. you couldn't blame him however. after all he was waiting for something.
"cmon," he mumbled, one of his large hands tangling into the back of your head. "give me more..."
you leaned down, lips barely ghosting over his. his breath was warm against your mouth, hitching with anticipation. he leaned in ever so slightly, ready to catch your soft, strawberry flavored lips. ready to have your tounge meld against his own, dancing with one another in perfect harmony. before you suddenly pulled away.
"ah sorry... ace texted me..."
he immediately whined, sitting up with a scowl on his face. he had been waiting for you all day- all night even- since it had been a full 24 hours since he last kissed you. and here you were texting another man.
he watched as you bit at your bottom lip, tugging at the plush skin absentmindedly. yeah right. you had to have been doing this on purpose. it was enticing. it was like you were baiting him on. and he should've been the one to be biting your lips.
he needed your lips on his. now.
it was unfair how lanky his arms were, and also unfair how he snatched your phone and threw it carelessly onto his bag. But it was also unfair that you were depriving him of his favorite thing in the universe.
"floyd--!"
you couldn't even protest before his lips were on yours, hand at the back of your neck, dragging you into him.
fuck. your lips were so soft against his. and slightly open still as your objections died on your tounge. he took the opportunity to open your mouth further, his long, snakey, tounge, burrowing into your warm mouth.
his back hit the grass, dragging your body ontop of him. your hands, small compared to his, clung to his uniform, all bunched up and nervous. he loved how you would press up against him, holding him tighter. he needed to hold you.
sevens. you were so warm and sweet and soft. and your tounge tasted like sugar against his. the sweetest fucking sugar in the world. he didnt understand why you wouldnt let him kiss you for eternity.
his free arm went around the base of your back, snaking under your blazer to get closer to your skin. he squeezed you further into him. so closely that your noses were practically pressed together.
he listened to the slight gasps you made as you tried to breath through the kiss. the sound of his wet tounge circling yours has recently become his favorite thing.
you pushed away, gasping for air. despite the fact he had only just begun you already looked messy.
"can... I breathe, please?"
"mm, nope!"
"mmph..!"
his lips were right back on yours. who were you to stand a chance against him?
