Because I simply have not seen anyone else do this. Everyone just does troll/troll sized reader and where's the fun in that? I want to explore the tiny floyd/giant reader dynamic. Keeping Reader's species vague here. You can be anything. Bergen, Rageon, Human (Ironic for this blog) or a big ol' beastie like me. Point is, big size difference between you two.
This is kinda just a bunch of... random silly points. I am sick and just writing whatever silly ideas come to mind :)
Imagining there'd be some difficulty if you decided to share a living space together. Figuring out accomadations for both of you is a challenge. But considering it's a process they've already gone through, you could definitely go to Bruce and Brandy for advice.
I headcanon that there have been a few long term consequences from Floyd's whole ordeal in the third movie. One being he gets exhausted quite easily. So.. it's a good thing he has a giant partner to carry him around right?
May use the above point as an excuse to climb up onto your shoulder and cuddle up against your neck or in your hair.
Recreate the plot of Ratatouille together.
The struggle of wanting to cuddle together but you being absolutely terrified of accidentally hurting him.
Him constantly assuring you that he trusts you.
You're still extremely careful with him though.
Cooking for him and accidentally making way too much because measuring out such small proportions is hard.
Surprise tiny neck kisses.
You will be casually used as a ladder/climbing frame. Just accept this.
Lying down, falling asleep and waking up to find him curled up on your chest.
If you'd be willing could you maybe do NSFW headcannons with either Branch or Floyd? I love these two silly guys.
|| absolutely! Thank you for requesting! This is gonna be a very interesting post||
SAUCE? YOUNGER BROTHERS HEADCANONS
Branch:
💙 — Branch is honestly the most like chill out of the brothers.
💙 — man likes it slow, romantic, passionate and i see him being the least freaky (bro likes being tied up)
💙 — power bottom you cannot tell me otherwise
💙 — as much as he likes taking care of you he MELTS when he can let his guard down and let you care for him
💙 — kissing him out of nowhere, long lingering touches, gentle teases he EATS THAT SHIT UP
💙— *whine and gasps*
💙 — bro is smooth with teasing also
💙 — he is a mix of Floyd and clay imo. He is really good at just making you quiver and then leave like nothing happen, a smug smile on his face
💙 — average size but lean (still a mix of floyd and clay) definetly a grower than shower
💙 — grumpy man in the streets, soft lover in the sheets
💙 — acts like hot shit like “oh i cant get flustered, im a bad boy” and gets flustered immediately (gets hard EASILY- TOO EASILY)
💙 — like legit even a wink will make his dick spring up hot and ready for action
💙 — always excuses himself away when hes around you legit because of his little problem everytime he’s around you
💙 — absolute bottom with oral (unless he had a rough day) then he will be more dominant. Also he probably cannot last a blow.
💙 — sex time
💙 — power exchange happens but he likes to top and bottom. Hes not picky as long as you feel good
💙 — if he tops, he will be very careful and sensual (like bruce) will kiss your neck and caress your legs as one hand teases your nip and his dick is slowly going in and out of you
💙 — like he would take his time like its your last, making sure you feel everything everywhere all at once (not a ref)
💙— also like picks ya up and man handles you gently
💙 — if he bottoms, he will let you take control. You might need to help let him loosen up before as he needs that little boost to fully sub
💙 — will probably tear up and whine a lot when you do. He definitely has very sensitive NIPS so hit that HARD.
💙— “..f-fuck- FUCK! Ah~ fuck baby please~…”
💙 — he’s definitely building toys for you two
💙 — simple vibrators, fuck machines, those tables that just tie you up with the hit of a button
💙 — (likes to be tied up)
💙 — he gives more bottom than top honestly like i dont make the rules here
💙 — he cums a lot like JD. Like a lot, like its thick and milky and he probably busts everywhere
💙— shakey and teary. Baby is like shakely asking you to help him. Make him a bath and help the baby
💙 — honestly really good with his hands, man builds stuff and shi so he KNOWS how to flex the fingers
💙 — you will bust HARD once he learns the ways his hands can make you quiver. Mans a planner so you think he wont just plan a “bust hard” plan?
💙 — like clay he knows how to aftercare (but is still a dirty man cuz of the whole no pants bunker situation)
💙 — 10000% cuddle man — you would feel loved
Floyd: BEFORE THE MOVIE (NO PTSD YET)
❤️ — from what i already established from his ‘crush on you’ fic, this man is very oblivious before yall get together. However-
❤️ — when yall get sexual. Oh is he a big tease, and i mean putting his emo mean boy side to use.
❤️ — like bruce he would whisper explicit things in your ear, his breath tickling ur neck as he traces his hand lightly across your shoulders
❤️ — or he would wink at you from afar and make rude gestures when no one is looking —👌👈 — and just smile innocently as he just watches you being flustered
❤️ — this man KNOWS how people work and WILL tease you mentally till you are a melted mess
❤️ —honestly will use his body as a way to tease. Like stretching in a particular way, or flipping his hair, making sure you see him warm up for his shows..you’re basically drooling at this point
❤️ — and he will act innocent. Sweet boy floyd could NEVER be that horny could he? (Sarcasm)
❤️ — he will so hold back if he sees you in shorts and a baggy t, like those one that fall off the shoulder but barely cover ur pelvis — he would struggle as he just covers his face in his hands
❤️ — in terms of physical teasing to him. Kisses on his neck and the point of his ears are a go. Blowing soft air on his ears and neck making him shiver. Kissing his wrists and the back of his neck (he melts is you touch his thigh)
❤️ — Hes definitely a mean dom or a brat when you two do things
❤️ — if you suck him off he will push your head down, praising you as you are such a good girl/boy for taking him whole, ah dont move yet~ let him enjoy his tip against your throat a little more
❤️ — his cock is not as girthy as Jd or Bruce, nor as long as clays but it is a good in between. Like a solid 6 inch and good proportioned girth
❤️ — he would precum alot.
❤️ — now lets talk sex
❤️ — if he’s the one topping. Prepare for alot of edging and whining cuz he will be relentless
❤️ — your back against his chest as your hands are tied behind his neck so you cant move away from him. His fingers teasing your clit/tip as he is sucking against your neck, and messing with your nipples
❤️ — biting hard and leaving hickeys as he smacks ur region and thighs a bunch of times, whispering praises against your ear
❤️ — “your being so good for me~ lets see how long you can last shall we?”
❤️ — honestly will not give you his cock till you beg for it. And he just has to comply right? The kind floyd feels your pain so he’s gotta make his lover feel better doesnt he
❤️ — will just slowly thrust in and out of you, gently holding your wrists down as he kisses away your desperate tears, as you beg for him for more
❤️ — he just smiles and coos you as he takes his time thrusting ALL the way in and ALL the way out, holding a bit as he watches your hole twitch before putting it in again
❤️ — “hmm~ you’re so cute you know that?” (Sadistic bastard)
❤️ — honestly the only one of the bros who would fuck your mouth good. Like he will position your face and just tease you my rubbing his tip against your tongue before shoving it all the way in and making you hold it as your rose rests against his hair
❤️ — if you’re the one topping. Watch him make fun of you as he becomes bratty to spice things up
❤️ — he is not going down easy. And as we all say from the movie he is kinda sassy
❤️ — honestly it makes him comfortable to bottom as he doesnt feel like he has to take responsibility or care for anything. He can just be mean and have fun with it.
❤️ — will honestly try to make fun by making you loose your dom side, pocking or actively touching you to make you flustered
❤️ — he loves when you ride him. You holding onto the wall above you as he just takes in the view of your body from below, watching ur assets bounce and move as you start to bottom out
❤️ — while he is just smiling. Once he sees you getting tired tho he will tell you to raise ur hips and as he holds onto them he is ramming into you to help you and him cum
❤️ — loves to see the mess after (also loves to see his cum on you alot, knows how to pull out)
❤️ — master at aftercare.
❤️ — homeboy is kissing you better, cleaning you, giving you water, more kisses and cuddling together to sleep (in the end he was always in charge)
THE WAIT IS OVER I FINALLY DONE THIS SORRY IT TOOK AGES HERE YALL GO
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Tags: Gender-neutral reader, Fluff, Some Angst (mostly for Branch lol), Also Broppy isn't canon here, obviously. But I love them dearly so don't come at me!
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John Dory
We all know this man is a bit self-centered, and that doesn't stop at your relationship.
He'll find any opportunity to show off for you— anything from singing, to dancing, to just his ‘incredible leadership skills that make him the perfect boyfriend!’
He also definitely introduced himself as a member of the old boy band BroZone, which you may or may not have heard of, which may or may not have left him flabbergasted.
Despite all his faults though, John Dory will do his best to be a good partner for you. It's what you deserve, after all!
Keeping you safe from wild creatures, making sure you're always happy because he loves your smile, and also being the overprotective boyfriend who'll square off against anyone who even dares to make you uncomfortable even if they're 10x his size.
Small detail, but he also loves the fact that Rhonda took a liking to you instantly.
“She knows how to pick the good ones,” he'd say with a wink.
Talks about his brothers CONSTANTLY, but always in a way that makes it seem like he doesn't care and that it's their fault the band broke up in the first place. He obviously really cares about them, though.
Some nights, he'll reflect and regret all the stuff he said and did to them, and wishes he could go back and make it right. You reassure him through most of it, trying to convince him that he was young and just didn't know any better.
He stares at you in awe and disbelief because how could ANYONE think that what he did was justifiable? Abandoning his younger siblings all because of his stupid ego and personal insecurities.
“I really don't deserve you...”
Give him some time he's just emotionally constipated.
Also you BET he's gonna show you off to his brothers once they're reunited, so just let him. He just wants the most important people in his life to meet.
You can also expect them to try and embarrass John Dory with stories from their childhood, so be ready to have a good laugh as your boyfriend plots for murder in the background.
Spruce/Bruce
Probably the one who's best equipped to be in a relationship out of everyone in the group.
He is a family man, after all.
Speaking of which, if you think him settling down in the movie and having kids of his own was cute, it really is! But that just indicates that he has a way with children.
If you have a child or younger sibling, expect them to get dotted and taken care of to DEATH by this man.
He may not have been the sensitive one of the group, but was definitely the most reliable of the eldest, so he's got experience handling little trouble makers that come his way.
He still opens a cantina in Vacay Island, which is where you two met for the first time, and so you help run it occasionally whenever you have the chance. And even though you don't go there 24/7, all the regulars just think that you're the co-owner since you're dating Bruce.
You're the one who finds out that he's actually ‘Spruce’, the member of old boy band BroZone. You just happened to stumble upon an old record he kept in his room, and after confronting him about it, he reluctantly confirms your suspicions.
It was hard to recognize him since he was much older now and his body had definitely... grown over the years.
Bruce doesn't like preaching about those days, since he's quite embarrassed of the ‘immature ladies man’ he used to be back then.
But he won't deprive you of them either, since he'll happily share any stories on his misadventures with his brothers, funny backstage incidents, etc.
He misses them dearly and wishes they're all doing okay.
Two words: Hopeless. Romantic.
He's ‘The Heart Throb’ for a reason.
Roses, chocolates, dances— he can do it all!
Bruce will always make time in his busy schedule to spend time with you, taking you on dates to your favorite spots around the island, getting you meaningful gifts, and just overall expressing his love for you in any way he can.
He loves singing to you because it always serenades you and it puts a smile on his face.
People always joke that he's going to propose to you out of the blue one of these days, which always leaves him a flustered mess, but he never denies either.
“What can I say? I might be waiting for the perfect opportunity...”
Clay
Poor baby doesn't know what he's doing but he's trying, okay?
The two of you meet in the abandoned Bergen Golf Course, where you and Viva welcome him with open arms, and everything pretty much plays as in the movie, except that he really likes spending time with you and ONLY you, which he doesn't quite understand?
You're the one to ask him out cause otherwise you'd be playing this back and forth forever. He says yes.
He's never had a partner before, so he's justifiably worried that he'll mess up in some way, or that you'll end up finding him too boring after a while.
This becomes much more apparent after a particular bad night, in which after mumbling incoherently because of a nightmare, you find out that he has brothers and used to be in a boy band.
He doesn't open up about it at first, so you give him some space and reassure him that you'll be there when he needs you. Just give him some time and he'll tell you eventually.
He talks about how he could never be himself, since he was always expected to be ‘The Fun One’, and now he's basically tried to become the complete opposite in hopes of gaining some control over his life.
But he also worries that others will think he's too dull, and that he just isn't interesting enough to be around. Especially you.
You immediately take his face in your hands and look him in the eyes.
“I fell in love with Clay. Not ‘The Fun Troll from BroZone’ Clay. Also, you're fun in your own way!”
He basically falls for you all over again after hearing this.
After that, he becomes slightly less uptight and allows himself to enjoy the little things. You sometimes actually catch him dancing when he thinks no one's looking and you find it's the most adorable thing in the world, even after he realizes he's not alone and wants the earth to swallow him whole.
“Don't mind me, I'mma just crawl in a hole for a while...”
“No, no- Babe, it was amazing! I loved it! Pleaseeee show me more!”
Overall, he's a pretty good boyfriend all things considered.
He's incredibly overprotective of you, and will always give you advice and tools he thinks will be helpful if you're thinking of venturing outside of the Golf Course.
He asks Viva for dating advice CONSTANTLY and she DOES NOT let him live it down. Of course she has good ideas, though.
He'll pretty much do anything for you, even if it means going out of his comfort zone.
Floyd
Another great candidate for being in a good relationship.
Need I explain myself with this man?
His entire personality revolves around being caring and understanding, so he's definitely always on the lookout for anything that makes you sad or uncomfortable and will fix it ASAP.
Floyd is the kind of person who will ask for consent with pretty much anything you do— from holding your hand, to kissing you, to giving you a hug; he will ALWAYS make sure that you're okay with it even if you've given him the green light in the past.
He's not huge on PDA due to his somewhat shy nature, but if you are, he'll try his best to keep up with you.
This doesn't mean he dislikes physical affection, in fact it's his love language. He'll go out of his way to try and sneak in as many hugs as possible throughout the day and maybe a kiss or two if you'll allow it, which of course you do.
You also try your best to get involved in his own interests, because that's only fair after everything he does for you.
It isn't until one day that he sings for you that you compliment him and he nonchalantly comments that he used to be in a band when he was a teenager.
Cue the reveal of him having four brothers and you begging him to tell you all about them.
Which he does, but you can't help but notice the melancholic expression on his face, so you immediately stop him and apologize for being pushy on the matter and that he doesn't have to share anything he doesn't want to talk about.
He only looks at you with a small smile and shakes his head.
“No, I'm glad you asked. I haven't talked about them in years, so I like remembering the good times, even if they're in the past now.”
So he'll go on and on about them, one by one, and go into excruciating detail about what kind of person they are and what he loves about them. He's especially fond of his little brother Branch, based on everything he tells you.
When he gets kidnapped by Velvet and Veneer, you immediately go to Branch for help.
Once you're reunited, you two basically run to each other and hug with tears streaming down your eyes.
“Did they hurt you?!”
“No, I'm okay! Did they hurt you?!”
“Who cares?”
“I do!”
Floyd is then incredibly happy to introduce you to his brothers, who begin to affectionately tease him about getting himself a partner and you happily step in to protect him from any unwanted bullying.
You also tell him that you like the new hairdo, which only causes him to giggle and kiss your forehead affectionately.
Honestly you guys probably have the healthiest relationship out of the whole group.
Branch
I was really debating whether to include him or not since there's many Branch Reader Inserts out there, but I don't wanna leave my baby out so here we are!
You have a classic childhood friends to lovers situation with him, since you've known him ever since he was a member of BroZone, only being about a year older than him.
You'd help him practice for his concerts and would always give him pep talks whenever he felt worried that he'd ruin the show.
You're basically his number one fan— never missing a concert even if it meant dragging your parents with you so they'd let you get in.
The moment the group disbands and Branch is left all alone, you're there for him and wait alongside him for his brothers to return, reassuring him that ‘siblings would never break a promise’.
Cue his whole childhood trauma and him losing his colors, but it's only because of you that he doesn't completely isolate himself from society. He still builds his bunker though, since he's pretty much scarred for life thanks to the Bergens.
Just like with Clay, you're the one who takes initiative and asks him out, and he's just left gaping like a fish because why would you want someone like HIM?
After reuniting with John Dory, he's also dotting you about how big you've gotten and treats you like a baby, which actually irks Branch much more than it does to him.
He makes sure to remind his brothers that you both are grown adults, thank you very much.
Once the band gets back together, you kinda become a manager of some kind and help them in organizing their performances. Branch is eternally grateful and thanks you for staying by his side all these years.
warnings. ah, none ? i believe. only characters being super ooc!
timeline. pre-trolls band together
song. playing god, paramore / not any specific for this
a/n. my writing talent has dissipated but i went to universal and decided to dress up as poppy and became fascinated with this fandom all over again. this is a part of a fic im writing which is a choose your ending type thing (john dory, clay, or branch). this is opening chapter and the second mixed in one :) itll be uploaded on wattpad at a later date.
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"Floyd!"
Tiny (skin/c) fists slammed against the locked closet, thumping repeatedly as it echoed throughout the dressing room. "Floyd, can you hear me?"
Their shouts were slightly muffled, but enough sound escaped to be heard by the blue troll imprisoned in the glass container—previously exchanged with the other.
The two popstars who'd enraptured them figured out early on that, despite the two trolls voices blending together beautifully, if they placed them in the same bottle and extracted their essence at the same time, it only led to dysfunction. And that was the last two those phony popstars craved. Only now, the new diamond ones they had ordered to be able to throw both the trolls in forever were yet to arrive.
Floyd took heavy breathes from within the bottle, listening to his friend scream and cry but his energy remained so depleted he was yet to regain it enough to call back out.
"Flo!"
"Yeah, I'm here." He finally replied weakly, lying back against the bottle. "Are you okay?"
"Are you?"
"No," he coughed, "I don't think neither of us are... or really, will be unless we escape."
They sighed, shaking their head unbeknownst to him, "Don—Don't think like that, Flo."
"What else can I do, (Nickname)? It's been three weeks... or at least I think it has." he took in another heavy breath, "I'm losing track of time."
(Name) punched at the door again.
"You know that's useless,"
"I know." they retaliated with a bark, "Gosh, why'd you have to come find me, Flo?"
Silence rang out for a few seconds at their snapping ask, almost a plead. They never asked for his help—not that they could've, but this situation was far too dangerous. There was no way for him to have rescued them on his lonesome. And now, they were both stuck in this eternal torture.
"I couldn't leave you behind," He spoke slowly, more clear. "We're a duo, remember?"
"Barely—temporarily." they corrected him, "You're a soloist."
"You know that changed the second you came up on that stage and started singing with me."
(Name)’s fists dropped from the door, now leaning their forehead against it pitifully as a small, pained laugh bursted from them at the kindness and honesty of his words. If there was anyone in the world they wanted to get stuck with there, it'd be him. "Yeah,"
"Do you wanna try singing again?"
"I don't know if I have the energy for it," they mumbled, "You probably don't either."
Their hand reached out to pull down a streak of white hair, a pattern that had oriented from the constant raking of their essence prior to Floyd's capture. They were starting to miss their full (hair/c) locks, now deviated.
"Let's just try, yeah?"
A beat.
(Name) let out an almost imperceptible hum, breaking out into lyrics in quiet submission to his request.
PLAYING GOD; PARAMORE.
"Can't make my own decisions or make any with precision..." They walked around the closet, looking around the dark and practically empty space, "Well maybe you should tie me up, so I don't go where you don't want me to."
Floyd smiled softly, their voice carrying that soothing, mesmerizing effect it's always had since he first heard it.
"You say that I've been changing, that I'm not just simply aging." he sang as they went quiet to allow him his moment in the duet, "Yeah, how could that be logical? Just keep on cramming ideas down my throat."
In an almost flawless harmony, the two vocalized.
"Woah-oh-ah!"
"You don't have to believe me! But the way I, way I see it..."
Floyd's voice suddenly warbled at the end and he fell backwards, a splitting pain hitting his head.
"Ah..." he hissed.
The other continued singing but at the lack of his voice, they halted, calling out worriedly.
"I'm okay, just..."
As his eyes opened back up, he watched as a troll face planted into the desk. Floyd scrambled backwards, eyes squinting in confusion at the sudden appearance and familiarity of the hair.
"Ugh..." the troll groaned, hopping back up and rushing towards the diamond encasing. "Yo, Floyd!"
"John Dory?!"
(Name)’s ears twitched at another voice, standing up straight, returning to the door. "Is someone else there with you?”
"I can't believe it," Floyd drowned out their voice momentarily, unintentionally, gawking at his now much older-older brother. "I never thought I'd see any of my brothers again," he smiled, pressing both hands against the glass.
"Brother?" They gasped.
Floyd perked up, eyes widening. They darted to the button to unlock the closet, pointing at it desperately. There was no way he was going to allow this blessing to get away from helping at least one of them. The better of the two.
"John Dory, go hit that button over there!" He looked towards the door, afraid of the popstars entering soon.
"I gotchu, brother!"
John Dory's head quickly whipped around in the direction, then back to Floyd, about to inquire on the reasoning behind the command but the desperate haze in his eyes was all he needed for an answer.
With a flashing smirk, he hopped down from the vanity to a chair and then the floor, using his hair to slap the button—the closet opening with a click.
(Name) fell forward, previously leaning against the door to make sure they didn't miss a single moment of the commotion occurring on the other side of the wall. They didn't question John Dory, nor did they really thank him for freeing them, sore legs almost failing from beneath them as they scrambled up and towards the vanity.
"Wait up!" J.D. called out with a tired hoot.
The two climbed back up to the vanity.
Upon reaching the top, (Name) wasted no time in pounding against the glass despite knowing it's useless, pressing their forehead against the bottle—Floyd copying the same, yearning action from within.
"You're... translucent." he ogled at the bottom half of their legs; glittery and clear, a consequence of having the life sucked out of them so often.
Their eyes trailed down, concluding that this must’ve occurred only moments before—the darkness of the closet hid that fact.
"Don't worry about me," they chose to ignore their own issues, "We're gonna get you out of here," they promised.
"Yeah! Bro-power!" the older troll rose his fist, ready to slam it against the container.
Floyd stopped him, shouting. "No! You both have to get out of here now."
"Floyd—" the both outside trolls started.
Floyd's attention turned to John Dory, hoping he'd see more reason than his friend.
“No! You don't understand. Velvet and Veneer are giant, pop-obsessed succubi with no talent and they've been stealing ours!" he gestured towards (Name), "And they'll be back any minute for more."
"What?!" John Dory gasped, "That's even worse than lip-syncing!"
(Name) opened their mouth to argue against leaving—an agonizing jolt snapped through their body, resulting in then tumbling to the floor, heaving similar to Floyd earlier.
Floyd turned to them, dropping to his knees as he reached out despite knowing it was fruitless.
John Dory saw this and shook his head. "No, not my brother! Not today." he took several steps backwards, "You stay back, gorgeous, I got this...”
"W—Wait."
John Dory rushed forward, tiny feet bursting and landing face-first roughly against the bottle.
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After several (and useless) attempts of breaking through, Floyd and you, having regained yourself, shared a look.
"Joh-John, John, stop!" Floyd urged whilst you approached the said male, helping him up from the vanity floor. "The bottle is made of diamond," you sighed.
Floyd continued: "And there's only one thing that's powerful enough to shatter diamond."
John Dory stared at him for a hot second before jumping up, pointing a determined finger. "Right! A diamond-shattering, diamond hammer!"
You stared at him in disbelief, glancing back at Floyd.
"Where can we get one of those..." J.D. muttered in genuine thought.
"No, John." Floyd retorted. "It's the perfect family harmony. (Name) and I have been trying to hit one but two voices haven't been enough."
The older troll's eyed widened, "Of course! The perfect family harmony..." his fists furled, looking between the two of you.
Floyd nodded sadly, face falling.
"Our voices sound like garbage!"
Velvet's voice echoed from down the hall, the door to the room sliding open with a swish as the shadow of her heated figure neared.
"We've been dying out there! What we need is more troll."
"Floyd..." you started but he cut you off, shaking his head.
"Run, you two! Save yourselves!"
"I'm not leaving you behind!" You banged your fist against the bottle.
Useless, it all was.
John Dory glanced at Floyd and then you, furrowing his brows, making an executive decision to grab you and launch his grappling hook back to the vent.
"Let me go!"
His grip was hard, holding on to assure you didn't scramble and fall.
"Don't worry, Floyd! I'll be back with the bros!"
"Floyd!"
"You have my wooord!"
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Ultimately, you had no choice but to follow John Dory once you'd finally convinced him that he could drop you and let you walk on your own two feet.
There was no use in running back—there wasn't much of a chance for you to help Floyd if you did. Both of you sitting there, getting drained, wasn't gonna do anything. All you longed for was that Velvet and Veneer had at least half a heart to not overstep boundaries with the singing essence.
It didn't take long to escape the vents and hop into John Dory's armadillo bus, one he briefly introduced as Rhonda.
"Atta girl!" he cheered, getting behind the wheel and racing off through the crowded streets of Mount Rageous.
You plopped down in a corner, knees up and face hidden between them, suppressing the urge to cry tears. Tears from finally receiving freedom but even more tears at the fact Floyd now had to suffer alone.
A small sniff escaped past you.
John Dory peered back, not speaking much on the way to the bus.
"Hey, ah, I never really got your name. (Wrong/n), was it?"
"(Name),” you corrected.
"Right!" he hummed, "Pretty name. I'm John Dory, awesome leader of the great boy-band BroZone, and your savior…”
His peppy energy was insane to you considering he had just left Floyd behind. Albeit, he didn't have any other option, but still. Seeing his brother endangered should at least be shaking him to the core, not relighting his mood.
You bit your tongue on the thanks, only shooting him a glare (one he missed) at his phrasing.
"So!" he started again.
You missed it when he was quiet.
"How'd Floyd and you get yourselves trapped in all this, anyway?"
You only stuffed your face further into your legs, groaning loudly, hoping he’d receive the hint that you weren’t interested in any small talk. Any talk at all.
"Okay..."
"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be like this but I'm exhausted,"
He adjusted the rearview mirror to look back at you with pity, frowning with a nod.
“Oh, okay," he submitted, "I got you. Rest up."
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The road was bumpy underneath you, Rhonda rolling on rocks and pebbles, causing your body to shake and jump and throw the warm blanket off of you—wait blanket?
You sat up with a start, and instead of the floor you remembered falling asleep on, you were laid on a comfortable, cushioned couch.
Your eyes flitted to the bus driver ahead who hummed a small tune, tilting your head.
John Dory’s eyes glimpsed into the mirror, spotting your peering head.
"Well, good morning, sunshine! Sorry if the bumps woke you up—I tried going another way but it was gonna slow us down too much."
You only blinked, rubbing your tired eyes.
"Thanks for uh... lying me on the couch."
"No prob, bob." He grinned.
The van was covered in pictures of the boyband, a detail you only noticed now. You were too depleted and exhausted when you first entered to properly admire and assess the interior of the vehicle.
Honestly, it was... nice. Welcoming, almost.
Your eyes crossed the pictures, brows furrowing at the familiarity of the boys. Three you knew for sure—Floyd, now John Dory, and one more. The other two were nothing but what felt a distant memory of recognition.
"You like BroZone?"
John Dory approached you from behind, allowing Rhonda to momentarily take the reins.
"Not really," you scratched your ear, "I mean, I haven't really listened. Floyd hasn't spoken too much of you guys... and anything he has said wasn't super friendly."
He forced a chuckle, "Yeah, that... that's expected."
You looked towards him, eyeing his outfit. He returned the gaze, puffing out his jacket with a wink as if you were checking him out, his own eyes giving you a once-over.
They paused at your glitter, transparent legs.
"You're, uh..." he leaned down, grunting, as he assessed the damage. "Clear. And glittery. Is that normal for a troll?"
"You tell me," you retorted, crossing your arms.
"Well, how would I know? There's so many different type of trolls that you might just be special!" he chuckled heartily, standing back up.
You didn't find it as funny.
"What type of troll are you?" he asked, now fully analyzing your appearance. "See, at first I thought you were just a pop troll but you got these things—" he flicked at your jagged ears, "and your hair's a little crazier... and your outfit isn't exactly super pop-py..."
"Okay, back up!"
"But then you aren't a rock troll because you're too colorful and, then again, your clothes don't exactly match the rock vibe either..."
He circled you in thought, leaning in close to your face, "Hmm..."
A sudden bump in the road had him tumbling on top of you, bringing you both to the floor.
You both groaned as he pushed himself up, staring down at you with a smug smirk. "Well, hello there," he purred.
You rolled your eyes and pushed him off of you, standing up and stepping away.
"Dude, you seriously need to learn to give some space."
Your hands wiped down your clothes, glaring at the other increasingly-annoying troll. How could he ever be related to your Floyd? You supposed this was a big clue as to the reason of disbandment.
He opened his mouth to speak again once standing, silenced by your raised finger.
"I'm a pop-punk troll."
John Dory stared for a few more seconds before breaking into a long: "Ohh!". He nodded his head repeatedly, "Yeah, that makes a lot of sense, actually. I overheard you and Floyd singing while in the vents—it was... actually how I managed to track you both down. It was a total hedge-maze in there!"
Your thoughts flew back to Floyd, frowning. You hoped he was okay. It was only a matter of time until...
You glanced down at your legs, kicking one forward for a second. "This is a result from Velvet and Veneer sucking the troll out of me."
John Dory swallowed, nodding quietly.
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The journey was... longer than expected.
The more time you spent with John Dory the more infuriating he became—while, all the same, the more you grew to like him. He was... terrible company but he had his moments of kindness where that smug persona he played up would dissipate and within stood someone you could actually stand.
"Pit stop! Here," he launched a packed sandwich at you, "Eat up. We're still a good distance according to Rhonda,"
"According to... Rhonda?" you trailed off, taking a small bite of your sandwich. "How exactly do you communicate with her?"
He shrugged his shoulders with a smile.
"We just understand each other," he pulled another source of food out, stepping towards the exit of the bus and motioning for you to follow along.
Rhonda started jumping up and down as soon as John Dory entered her line of sight, the older male cooing and rubbing at her lovingly.
"Who's my good girl? You are, yes, you!"
She licked a stripe up his face and he only snorted in response.
You grimaced.
"She's a cutie," he sighed, holding out the larger bag of pebbles. Rhonda didn’t hesitate in stuffing her face in.
"I can... see that," you looked over her, not helping the giggle that escaped your mouth in amusement.
He smiled at the sound, eyes softening. "Hey, that's the first time I've heard you laugh!"
"Maybe try being funnier next time," you quipped with another, stronger laugh—John Dory gleefully joining in the pointless titters.
It soon faded out, left with nothing but the sweet sound of silence.
Silence that didn't last very long. He couldn't shut his mouth for longer than three minutes, it seemed.
"So, I never asked... how do you and Floyd know each other?"
"Oh, I'm surprised you haven't inquired on that yet," you spoke honestly, blinking.
"I didn't wanna intrude, you know..." he paused, sending you a smirking look, "Are you two together?~"
You flushed, flinching at the notion.
"What? Me and Floyd? No, no, no, no, never!"
Your reaction spurred him on, continuing to taunt.
"Oh, come on, you can't hide it now! Look at you—all red in the cheeks," he cooed at you in the same manner he did with Rhonda, "You know, it's a little disappointing because honestly, I was hoping to snatch you up for myself but oh well! Good on Floyd—"
"We are not together, John Dory!" You managed to spill out through the fluster, holding your hand out in front of you.
"Why deny it now?"
"Floyd is—..."
You cut yourself off, biting your tongue and narrowing your eyes at John Dory. You didn't wanna accidentally out your best friend to the brother he hasn't seen in ages. Floyd doesn't really make an attempt to hide his romantic orientation but he isn't incredibly open about it either.
"I'm not his type, that's all I'm gonna say," you held your hands up, trying not to express any sadness in your phrasing to make him believe this fantasy any longer, walking back into the armadillo.
John Dory squinted his eyes, the cogs turning in his head for a second as he slowly caught on.
"Oh."
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Ugh, what was that blistering sound that kept crawling up and waking you up?!
The pillow that had been tossed over your head and held in a poor attempt to commit suicide at the lack of sleep was punched to the floor, eyes narrowed in a heated glare towards the ceiling.
At first, in your half-awake state, you assumed it was the critters outside—tittering and chirping as they do. Expected, of course. You were sleeping in the middle of a forest, after all, but the sound was stranger. Closer, almost.
Then, you were convinced it was Rhonda, mentally cussing out the armadillo in your mind as you pleaded with the Ancestors above to silence her chittering snoring.
Around the sixth time you were suddenly awoken, you knew it had to be the male dead asleep beside you. So calm, peaceful... snoring and groaning like he owned the place!
Which, in fact, he did, but there was company! You! And also Rhonda. How did she ever sleep through his tussles and turns? This incessant rumbling was becoming entirely too much for your poor troll ears, extra sensitive to sounds as so many others.
"Dory..." you uttered, still looking up to the roof.
He didn't say anything in response, continuing to mutter and grunt in his sleep.
"Dory!" you whisper-shouted a little louder, hands clenching the blanket that covered your cold body.
There was silence for a second before he continued.
Okay, that's it.
With a loud groan, openly hoping it would wake him up, you sat up and turned to him with a fire blazing in your exhausted eyes. A fire that dimmed almost as soon as your gaze landed on his scrunched up face, brows furrowing tightly, and his usual-grinning face in a deep, uncomfortable scowl.
Reading his lips, you could vaguely make out some of the words.
'No...'
'Don't...'
'Stop...'
You swallowed, the tight look on your face softening. Was he getting any comfortable sleep? Was this why he always looked so... tired despite having so much energy? The deep bags under his eyes were hard to miss and you were convinced it wasn't just a result of age.
"Dory," you slipped out from your blanket and trudged towards him, taking small steps to not scare him awake, "Hey, Dory?"
As soon as you laid a hand on him, he sprouted up and grabbed you, turning you over on your stomach with the hand he grabbed pressing uncomfortably against your back, successfully rendering you motionless.
"(Name)?" he mumbled as his eyes opened, your pained sounds waking him up fully. He didn't hesitate in letting you go, untwisting your arm and holding it close to him, peppering kisses along it that had you turning hot everything.
"I'm so sorry, I, ah..." he grumbled, voice deeper than regular from sleep, "I thought you were someone else,"
You stared at him with pity. This poor boy had been out here alone so long—who knows what kind of things he ran into.
"It's okay," you whispered, leaning closer to put your arms around him in a hug, "I'm okay, don't worry,"
He paused in his movements, only hugging you back after a hot moment, arms tighter around you than expected.
"I thought you were someone else," he echoed.
"Nah, it's just me," you offered a smile as you pulled back, searching his worried expression.
This kindness from you was unexpected... but not unwanted. He took it all in before it slipped away from him again.
"Do you..."
He blinked, waiting for you to continue.
"Do you wanna talk about it?"
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"John Dory!"
You squealed, tossing and turning as his hands made a relentless attack to your abdomen, saying things you couldn't quite make out through your own fit of laughter.
"Come on, admit it! I'm hilarious, sweetheart!"
You shook your head and he only continued, laughing along with you as years spilled from your tears.
"Okay, I relent—I relent!" Your hands threw themselves up in surrender.
He pulled his fingers back, wiggling them to taunt and pressure you into saying the magic words he so desperately needed to hear.
"You are hilarious,"
"I couldn't hear you—speak up a bit, maybe?" He hummed.
"Dude!"
He went in to attack again but stopped as your hands intertwined with his, "John Dory, you are hilarious."
"Damn right, I am,"
His voice came out low at the close distance, glancing from your eyes to your lips, in perfect position for him to just swoop in and—
"Kiss you?"
"What?" You flushed, brows knitting together tightly.
"What?" He repeated back to you, pushing himself away from you with an even deeper blush coating his cheeks, "Ahem, I said I was gonna miss you."
That didn't make it any better.
"Right, of course." you knew you heard otherwise but chose to ignore it. There was no reason to make things complicated now. Floyd still needed saving. "We'll still hang out, Dory, don't worry."
"Maybe," he grumbled, walking up the driver's seat.
You frowned at his sudden mood, not used to seeing him so down at all. And never so suddenly. Only occasionally, late at night, or when you catch him tossing and turning in the darkness of sleep. Those nightmares seemed relentless.
You walked up behind him, placing an arm on his shoulder to recapture his attention.
"Hey, don't..."
"We're here!" he grinned.
"Bergen Town? Woah..."
It looked so different from what you remembered years ago—back when you were younger. From the hill you two were on, you could catch trolls conversing with Bergens who smiled and laughed, colors spreading across the previously dull town.
"Stay here, I'll go get him,"
"Wait, get who?"
"Branch,"
"Branch?!"
You had no clue that's who you were picking up! The Branch? Your brows furrowed and you shook your head, "Wait, I didn't know—"
"Just stay here! It'll be better if someone who knows him gets him!" he tugged on his goggles, exiting the bus and slamming the door shut behind him.
"But!"
You were too late.
Reluctantly, you took a seat on the driver's chair, watching as John Dory grappled his way to the houses—leaping and jumping.
GIRLIE GIRLIE GIRLIE !, ok I'm soooo happy that you're doing trolls request!!!!
If it's not too much can we have brozone with a lil sister reader, they were still an egg when branch was a baby and brozone split up.
(If not then it's completely ok)
we’ll meet again— platonic
pairings — john dory,, bruce,, clay,, floyd & branch
frankie’s notes — i had no clue what exactly you wanted me to do with this,, but i absolutely loved the idea!! <;33 i got a little too creative lol.
BRANCH
growing up, branch was always overprotective of you. especially since grandma was eaten, and you guys only had eachother. so you really never ever thought of the chance of you both having more siblings. that is.. until John Dory totally crashes the wedding.
only then does branch inform you that you have 4 more older brothers, like literally at the last second he spews out that you have more relatives. Which is insane cause— Why didn’t he tell you?!? To protect you of course. They all walked out on him, and left you in the arms of grandma who didn’t end up staying long enough to see you grow to how you are today.
But let me tell you— Branch is totally NOT happy about telling you about your older brothers, he sounds more happier when mentioning Floyd than the rest of the brothers. During the trip to save floyd, he’ll twist up summaries about what happened the day the band split up. And he’ll tell you that JD, Spruce & Clay all left you and always had the choice to come back but they didn’t.
”Why didn’t you tell me we had more older siblings?!”
”You never asked me!!”
”How was I supposed to know?!”
JOHN DORY
JD was always headstrong and stubborn, so when he left that day he meant it. And worse part is, that stubbornness got to him when he realized that he basically just ventured off into the world leaving his whole family behind and without even making a proper goodbye. He didn’t even double think to see what he would’ve missed out, especially you. You’re his younger sister and he didn’t even hesitate to think about leaving you behind and how he regrets it.
Let me tell you— The moment he catches you at the wedding wearing the flower girl outfit holding a basket of flower petals he knew it. The light blue skin and colorful hair?? You were his younger sister. The one that he never got to see grow up, the one he left with branch and grandma without a care. Regret strikes his heart hard before remembering why he came to the wedding to look for branch.
”After the whole rock world tour thingy— I tracked you guys down and, here we are!! And there’s..(Name)!! Baby sister!!”
”I’m sorry… who are you??”
Yeowch.. Those words hurt. Did branch never tell you about him?? Hey- He has his arms wide open for a hug, you’re going to give your older brother a hug right?? You don’t recognize him?? He’s your oldest brother, leader of BroZone!! And you’re his Baby sister, why don’t you remember him?? Oh yeah right, he left you guys.
But I mean, besides the lots of awkwardness he somewhat tries to repair the broken bond over the trip. He’s telling you ‘back in the days’ kind of stories of the band while branch just deadpans at them clearly unamused while you and poppy are so so so excited to listen. But JD is totally introducing you to some songs he wrote to flex.
BRUCE
Bruce didn’t forget you, but he did have bigger priorities to deal with. His wife, his family, his kids. And he really didn’t know if he could or wanted to reunite with the band and you since he had other stuff to deal with in his new life as Bruce. But just like JD, at first meeting you is very.. awkward. You guys didn’t even know eachother, like at all. But bruce is good with kids, especially since has so many of his own. He might be a bit less awkward to you, cause he knows exactly how to deal with them and what they’re thinking.
“Baby Branch!!— And (Name)..??”
“Hi.. Spruce is it??”
“Oh it’s actually Bruce now.”
He’s always forgiving you over the simplest stuff. Like if you forget that he goes by Bruce now?? Forgaven, he feels like he has to forgive you a lot since you guys don’t really know each other much. So you get passes if something upsets him or something else. If you like certain things like toys or trinkets you can bet Bruce somehow gets his hands on stuff like that to gift it to you. Hey listen— he has to be a santa to his kids every December, so he has his ways.
You can count on count on Bruce if you ever need help making friends or even courting crushes. He’s the hearthrob of BroZone, he's had to deal with so many fangirls and fans that he had to learn how to deal with relationships. Especially with his wife he had to learn stuff about how to manage and court into a relationship. So you want a partner or a best friend, Bruce has the tips and tricks your looking for.
CLAY
Clay was supposedly the fun one in BroZone before your older brothers all split up and left the band in the past. He became the more strict and rule following Clay he is now. So unlike Bruce where he lets you off on a few things, Clay totally doesn’t let things slide as often.
I mean he’s happy to see you— It’s just. He doesn’t really know. He didn’t even get to stick around for you to actually grow up and learn the rules of life, and he doesn’t really know how to feel about it. It’s awkward yes, you guys don’t know eachother, barely. But he wants to atleast try to get to know his younger sister.
Maybe he can try to teach you some stuff he has in the golfing area,, or he can recommend you some sad books from the sad mature book club he attends. Or probably recommend you books period, maybe even teach you some dance moves. Not the robot move though, he can only teach you the well oiled robot.
“You’re doing great (name)!! Your well oiled robot is much better than your rusty robot, well done.”
FLOYD
Floyd really didn’t want to leave you or branch. That’s all I will say. Once he set off in his solo career, let me tell you how devastated he felt to being alone without his siblings. He felt so bad for leaving Branch with you and grandma. He felt even worse about not being able to actually see you grow up.
Most of the songs he sung while preforming by himself as a solo singer, he had to either pretend that you were somewhere in the crowd or Branch and you were just backstage secretly waiting for him as a surprise. He really had some struggles with his career by himself.
And as soon as he is informed by velvet and veneer that they forged a letter to his brothers and little sister. He is in absolute worry, meaning he doesn’t want any of his siblings caught up in this mess. Especially you, as much as he would like to see how you’ve grown up and who you became. He doesn’t want you to be trapped in this stupid diamond jar like him.
“(Name).. Look at you!!— you got so big i’m- the last time i saw you, you were this big.. I’m so glad i finally get to see my baby sister.”
Could I request Floyd with a heavy metal/rock troll who almost always has an bass guitar at their side and plays extremely loud, metal music? Could they also just generally be viewed as sardonic and teasing, often teasing others and calling them things like "doll", or "darling", but if someone did they to them then they would go red?
Thank you!
@!; Get used to it, Doll.
Floyd / Rock troll! Reader
ꨄ︎. When Floyd told his brothers he was introducing them to his lover, none of the brothers (expect Branch) would have ever bet that they would end up at Rock Hollow (home of the rock trolls in the Pop Troll). Nevertheless, none of them expected Floyd to be such a frequenter at Rock Hollow that one too many Rock Trolls knew him by name!
"Floyd, buddy. Come here for a second." One Rock troll would shout towards the group, a snicker on their face. Floyd only would glance over and wave them off, explaining how he needed to find Prima/Primo with a slight flush on his cheeks.
And before he could even get teased, Branch noticed how Floyd covered the side of his face, "Oooh, watch out boys, the Prima/Primo's lover is here! Clear the way, clear the way!"
ꨄ︎. Safe to say that Floyd's brothers didn't expect this at all, especially since Floyd tended to have more sensitive ears than the rest (though Branch's was by far the most sensitive after the years of isolation he had to endure). Everything was just so loud and chaotic and in your face, even JD had to shuffle towards the group despite having been curious about this whole place at first.
ꨄ︎. Floyd grew ever so nervous the further they trekked into Rock Hollow and didn't find you, as he knew how noisy it tended to be inside the Hallow and he didn't want to put his brothers up to that for nothing. After all, after all the time he's spent in here, he's more accustomed to the noise.
His brothers? They were not. (expect Branch)
"Right Floyd, are you sure they're here?" JD shouted over the music, covering one of his ears to drown it out. Meanwhile in the back, Clay was questioning Branch as to why he wasn't bothered by the music.
"Yeah! I'm sorry, they're-" Floyd fumbled over his words, trying to peak over the crowd of rockers. Yet he didn't have to search for long as he heard an all too familiar guitar riff scream over the speakers of the center stage.
ꨄ︎. To say his brothers had to run to keep up with Floyd was an understatement, they had to sprint and dodge and duck and weave around other rock trolls to catch up with Floyd (who hadn't even realized he took off sprinting towards the main stage). When they managed to finally catch up with him, they found Floyd stood off to the left wing talking to two other rock trolls.
ꨄ︎. "Ha! Buddy, better late then never." A Troll Branch recognized as Val patted Branch on the shoulder, flashing him a grin as Demo nodded in agreement. He went on to explain how, who the brothers guessed was Floyd's lover, was getting all nervous thinking he wasn't going to come as promise.
Demo even made a playful jab, "They were about to bail the sound check!" With a small chuckle, which got him a playful punch from Val in return. "What? I'm just saying that would have been really bad."
And as Floyd chatted with the two, with the brothers standing awkwardly to the side (unsure what to do with themselves), Branch got curious about who this mystery Troll everyone called Prima/Primo was. Maybe Poppy was rubbing off him in a bad way... but nevertheless, he's heard that name around the village before and he was sure Poppy had invited them here for some sort of reason (he had heard her also gushing about them). So naturally he was a little more curious than the rest.
ꨄ︎. "Well, you see I had to get my brothers in line and-" Floyd would explain, hoping that Val and Demo would understand the situation that led up to him being late. Especially since you had been the one to tell him to bring his brothers over if they wouldn't let him leave without them (mostly JD's fault). And while he was explaining, Floyd's voice slowly trailed off as he watched Branch tip-toe around Val and Demo to get a peak of the stage.
And for some reason all the nerves of his family meeting you had shot right back through his veins as Branch paused in astonishment. Confused, Val would wave a hand in front of Floyd's, now nervously frozen, face as Demo glance behind him. But, it was no use:
"FLOYD?!" Branch had figured out who you were.
ꨄ︎. And well that's when sound check came to a complete halt as you had heard Floyd's name being echoed over the speakers (surprisingly because usually you couldn't even hear demo). In your (silent) excitement about Floyd finally getting here, you didn't notice the way your guitar pick slashed over your guitar strings, causing a god awful sound to ring through the speakers (thank god Demo had cut that off early, because JD swore that might actually give him early hearing loss if it continued longer than the three seconds it had!).
ꨄ︎. "Doll, you finally made it!" You would shout from the center of stage, swinging your guitar to the side and jumping off the small rosed platform you stood on. Despite the excitement Floyd saw in your eyes, you played it suave and walked over to him; Slinging your arm around his shoulders and giving him a peck on the forehead.
A giddy smile wobbled it's way onto Floyd's face, though he crossed his arms and shot you a teasing look up, "You thought I would miss your soundcheck, Darlin'? Sour judgement on your part really."
No one missed the way you would look away, letting out a cough to clear your throat and misdirect the fact that there was a blush creeping on your face. Val and Demo were used to this, the teasing way of your twos relationship and the fact that you could never hold a straight face at Floyd's sassiness. Sometimes, Val even joked that Floyd wore the pants in the relationship (which you tried to heavily deny until Floyd would call for you and you trailed off like a puppy.)
"Right, is anyone going to explain to us how the fuck this happened?!" Branch cut the two of you off just as Floyd gave your hand a kiss, drawing both of your attention back to the four other brothers.
Clay stood next to Branch, equally as confused, "How did you manage to get with the guitarist of DSOTM?!"
ꨄ︎. Safe to say, it was kind of a long story on how you and Floyd met. Funny enough it was during both of your solo careers, after Floyd left Brozone (and before he got captured) and before you joined Dark Side of the Moon (which is quiet a mouth full so it got shortened to DSOTM).
"Basically, the short end of it, was that I was on tour," You would start as everyone had gathered on the stage, sitting around the raised platform in some sort of semi-circle like it was kindergarten story time. You and Floyd sat on the raised platform, "And my manger said I needed some vocal lessons and I told him to piss off and find me some.
"I wasn't going to waste my time searching for an instructor, and to be fairly quant with all of you I had no idea how to even start lookin'. Apparently, you just look through newspapers." You would shrug, smiling as you wrapped your arm around Floyd's waist again. You would fail to notice the way Branch scrunched his nose in slight distaste at the fact you constantly were holding Floyd.
Floyd didn't seem to mind to, as he placed his hand on top of yours, "Well his manager saw my add in the paper and called me... and it kind of was professional at first until they invited me out for coffee and we kind of clicked."
"Right, but where as that twat when you were captured Floyd?" Branch blurted out, crossing his arms.
There was a pause on the room for a moment. Val even paused in eating her order-in lunch to look over at Branch in slight shock, "Oh shit."
ꨄ︎. You and Branch have issues now; Floyd and Val had to physically restrain you after Branch's comment as you kept yelling about how you would beat him up (Floyd was sure you weren't going to actually do it because he kept telling you don't but Demo wasn't taking any chances, the stage just got cleaned!). Demo called Poppy to come get Branch and Floyd, after the whole event, stood there wondering what the hell had just happened.
ꨄ︎. "I can't believe your brother called me a twat!"
ꨄ︎. "I don't know whether to be shocked... or if I expected this."
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