Muppet Oneshots + Drabbles

Floyd x Janice (Req)

Requested by @floydxjanice776 

Late mornings were usual for the Electric Mayhem house, especially after a late night gig. Floyd woke up to a heavy weight laying on his chest. The smell of flowers and candles hit his nose, allowing the beatnik to properly awaken. Sleepy eyes slowly open to take in its surroundings. He was at home in their shared room, snuggled under the covers of their bed. On his chest was his main squeeze, resting peacefully. Most of her blonde hair covered her upper back while her head laid just under Floyd's chin. At that moment, it was bliss.

"DRUMS! DRUMS!"

Until it wasn't. The bassist carefully moves his partner off of his chest and sits up. What had happened the previous night was almost a blur, but the details were still there. After the band's successful gig, they came home and had duked out on some dope. Jokes were thrown out, stories with too many forgotten details were told, and small kisses were exchanged between "I love you's" and compliments. By the time everyone was asleep, the couple decided to do some romancing in their room. They hadn't gotten far after Floyd was without his shirt, still with pants on, and both had crashed hard on their bed.

"Oh, Floyd... Honey, lay back down," Janice says, lazily holding her arms out to him.

"Hey, baby. I gotta go check on our drummer first, alright?" he replies, his voice holding a scratchy ring. The valley girl nods as she pulls the covers up around her. Calloused fingers run through long red hair as Floyd walks outside of their room with a random shirt in hand. Dr. Teeth was looking through a newspaper with their trumpeter next to them, nursing a cup of coffee in his hands. Zoot was no less different, having slumped over in his chair. The rapid beat of a snare sounded from Animal's quarters. At least he wasn't creating that much of a ruckus.

"Sergeant Pepper has awoken from his trip with the Sandman," Dr. Teeth exclaims, pushing an extra cup of joe to him. No seat was taken as Floyd grabbed the cup and took a small sip. He leaves to the kitchen just as Lips downs his entire cup in one go, slipping the random shirt over his head. Toast sat open in its packaging, not a speck of mold on it yet. He grabs two(2) pieces and slips them in the dented-up toaster. Two arms wrap around his shoulders from behind and a chin sets itself against the side of his head. Reflexively, Floyd grabs one of their hands and squeezes it lovingly.

"Don't overdo it like last time".

"I won't, and I promised that I was comin' back to bed, Jan".

"I'm, like, already up anyhow". He turns to see Janice, who had put on a nightgown before exiting their room. The one her mother got for her birthday a few years ago that fell daintily to her knees. Janice begins messing with his hair, combing it out of his shirt and twisting the ends to how he likes them. Had the toaster not sung about the food, he would've fallen asleep again. Both pieces were placed on two(2) plates and they prepared their own how they liked them. Floyd's was always spread with butter if Animal didn't lick the knife already while Janice spread on some of her organic grape jelly.

"You and your jelly".

"It's, like, totally organic and rully sweet".

"I know, I know, that's just your sweet tooth talking". They share a quick peck on the lips before heading to the table to dig in. Zoot, previously slouched forward, was now somewhat awake, sipping his coffee very slowly as the couple sat down. Lips had disappeared from the table and presumably to his room, sweet trumpet notes flowing into the previously silent house. It clashes with the messy drumming from Animal, but the horn begins to override the cymbals and bass drum with a calming melody. Floyd looks at Janice and links their pinkies together under the table, causing the latter to smile. 

"Floyd?"

"Hm?"

"What would we be doing if we, like, didn't meet?"

"Dunno, but it wouldn't be the same without ya". 

"Fer sure".