#poly mod frogs

[krazy-kipo]

Reader making valentine gifts for the mob frogs.........

As you cut your finger on paper you hiss sucking at it. The things you did for love. Finishing up your wrapping not entirely happy with it but more than giddy at the gift you smile. You can't believe how lucky you were to find an uncrushed box of chocolate. You hum holding the green heart you made close hoping they'd like it.

"What do have there?" Harris questions. Stuffing the gift behind a pillow panicked you lean backwards and smile innocently.

"Nothing!" You state keeping your body over the gift to keep it a surprise.

"... Uh huh. Talk to me when you decide to be less weird." Nodding as your cheeks turn red he chuckles at how flustered you are. He tilts his head watching as Kwat and Jamack walk in. Than stops as they look at the both of you confused.

"Oh what did you do now? Humans are so fragile." Speed walking over to you Kwat grabs your bleeding finger. "Jamack get the kit." She orders. As Jamack leaves he grumbles something out of frustration making you blush.

"Oh I didn't even notice that!" Harris said before bending down to observe the bleed. "What did you do?" He demands putting his hand under Kwats to get a better look. The cut stung a bit sure, but it wasn't the worst scratch you'd ever gotten.

"Well actually I ummmm..." Trying to think of how to give them the present Jamack runs back in with medical supplies. Ready to bandage you, you pull your hand away. "It's a scratch don't waste medicine on me or worry about it. We need to talk about something else anyways." You hum and they all stiffen.

The Mod frogs stare at you concerned and deciding it's time to change the subject you reach behind your back and pull out the surprise gift.

"Happy Valentines?" You question with a smile as the frogs give you blank looks. Finally a breath of relief is let out by all of them as they begin laughing. Getting a smack on the leg from Kwat and a kiss on the head from Harris as Jamack keeps laughing you blink confused. Did they not like it?

"That was the worst way ever to phrase your giving us a gift. I thought it was a breakup." Jamack teases and your blush deepens as Kwat takes the candy looking over the green heart box.

"Thank you love that was very sweet of you." Harris states giving you another smooch.

"Hey quit hogging them for yourself." Kwat states making Jamack chuckle harder. As they began to bicker over who your favorite is and who gets to give you a gift in return first you smile sucking on your bleeding finger.

This Valentine's was perfect.

[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.