#mod frog imagines

[krazy-kipo]

Flustering Jamack with all the face kisses

Jamack was a very composed toad. Growing up as apart of the Mod frogs he didn't have a choice. If he wanted to rise in ranks he had to be closed off and cold, he had to be ruthless and willing to do anything. Mod Frogs cared about themselves and themselves only.

However when he met you in Kipos rag tag team of humans and mutes he realized there was more to life than power. Especially when you helped him even after he was so awful to you. You said it was Kipos influence but he saw it. It was you. You wanted to help him and for some reason that made his face warm and his chest tight and for a minute he thought you'd poisoned him before he realized what was happening and panicked.

It had been weeks since his realization and his joining of Team Kipo but he was afraid to make a move. As much as he loved you he feared love more.

"Jamack?" He hears your angelic voice and he feels his heart flutter. Turning to you before looking back at the map he hums.

"Hmmm?" He asks still staring at the map he was holding trying to figure out where you guys were. You were exploring new areas looking for the Burrow but the map you'd all stolen from the Newton Wolves seemed outdated. You'd gotten flipped around more than once and you all hated that you weren't making any progress.

"Do you like me?" He chokes crumpling the map in his hands. He almost rips it with how tight he grips the fragile paper. Going to straighten his tie as a nervous habit he pauses feeling the broken end and remembering how he got cast out. How you and Kipo saved him and adopted him into the merry band. How happy you were he was with you.

Getting lost in his thoughts he begins coughing as he looks ahead. Observing the path he sees the kids are a bit further up and wouldn't be able to see or hear you. Maybe Kipo with her super senses but he wasn't sure.

"Well I mean ummmmm.... your a suitable mate yes. Like... Like how? What do you mean? I mean I tolerate you." He rambles and pulls himself back into the Mod group mentality. He wasn't good enough for you. You didn't deserve him. Looking anywhere but your face he tries to think of anything else other than how amazing you were and how great you looked right now.

"... Hey Jamack?" Looking up at you and meeting your eyes he feels his face is bright green. There were flowers behind you and the color of them made you stand out. Watching you intently his eyes widen and he croaks as you lean in and kiss his cheek.

Oh. OH.

"Wh-what was that?!" He demands flustered. You smile and his entire body begins to shake in excitement. Did you just kiss him? Did you like him?

That kind of like. You liked him! This was happening! Oh god it was happening. You had feelings for him!

"It's called a kiss." You state. Trying to keep his cool he snorts before taking in a deep breath.

"No I know what a kiss is why why did you...?" His brain shuts down as you take his face in your hands and he stares at you. Loosing his breath as he gazes into your eyes he whines as you begin peppering him in kisses. "(Y/N)!" He croaks but he never wants it to stop. He wants more. Your warm hands feel perfect against his face and the feeling of your lips against his skin.

"Hey Jamack?" He pauses when he feels you stop. Peaking one eye open your staring making him self conscious. Croaking he looks down before looking back into your eyes.

"Yeah (Y/N)?" He asks breathless and happy cheeks warm at all the kisses.

"I think I love you." You state.

Sputtering as he stares at you, you laugh before running off. He opens his mouth face green before he balls the map into his pocket and runs after you.

"NOW WAIT A MINUTE!" He wasn't angry. Far from it. As he felt his heart beat his face heated up.

You loved him?

(Been way to long since I've written Jamack/Mod Frog content. Here have redeamed Jamack and Kipo gang)

[krazy-kipo]

Poly mod frogs you ask for and shall receive, the 3 notice that their partner isn't ferling well and try different ways to cheer them up, like bringing flowers, cuddling or showering them in kisses etc

A mission had gone wrong and you'd failed it. You'd failed them. Missions didn't always go to plan but when you came home tears in your eyes Mrs. Santori didn't want to hear it.

She stared you down and you shook listening to her verbal degradment as she tore you apart. Your skills, your leadership, your worth. Mrs. Santori pointed out your flaws. The others were used to it, they'd had their fair share of missions gone wrong and verbal lashings but something was different this time. The way you shook. The way your breaths came out sharp and hitched as you struggled not to cry. The way you didn't blink to keep the tears in and the way your hands fisted your suit jacket.

She dismissed you with a sneer and you were quick to run off. Which was so unlike you.

Jamack entered your apartment first. Harris and Kwat silently following after. It was pretty empty since you were new but it was a nice size since you were a bit bigger than most of the Mod Frogs. Jamack noticed a stray book here and there on the shelves and some trinkets you'd found when scavenging.

"It was an honest mistake. Missions go wrong all the time. Mrs. Santori probably just had a bad day." He states. You hum from your spot on the couch. You were covered in blankets and they couldn't see your face but they could hear your sniffles.

"... Would... would you like to talk about it?" Jamack is very hesitant about sharing his own feelings but if their yours he wants to hear them. He wants to help. Kwat nods agreeing and Harris stands behind the couch giving you a gentle squeeze through your blankets.

"... n-no..." Your voice is painfully cracked and it's clear you were barely able to get those words out. Jamack touches your knee trying to give his support but you flinch away still sniffling.

"(Y/N)?" Jamack asks softly. You don't answer. Before Kwat or Jamack can say anything Harris grabs your blanket throwing it off. You reach for it but the damages done.

Your eyes are red and puffy, there are tear streaks down your cheeks, your nose is running, and your tux is all wrinkled. You clutch your tie in your hands and Jamack pauses realizing this wasn't about getting yelled at or messing up the mission. This was about being abandoned. About having your tie taken away and given over to Scarlemagne or someone worse.

Harris is the first to act. He takes off his jacket and slings it around you. Your shaking but you clutch the material looking at all of them with wide eyes.

"Hey were not getting rid of you. Not now. Not ever your stuck with us." He tries to lighten the mood but a sob escapes your throat and he's left in silence. Kwat shifts uncomfortable and Jamack signs pulling you close. Grabbing his suit he shushee you holding you close.

"Hey hey..." He mumbles softly. "We're here your here. It's okay. It's okay..." Hiding in his suit they listen to you cry. Harris jumps over the couch to be behind you and joins the hug. Leaning his head on yours Harris signs as his hands gently rub your arms.

Jamack looks at him and Harris smiles sadly as you continue to sniffle and cry. Kwat picks all of you up before plopping down on the couch placing all pf you in her lap. Trapped in the hug and feeling them hold onto you, you take a deep breath.

"Thanks..." You mumble and they croak or ribbit holding you tighter.

For you? Anything.