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Building legos with toasty would be so cute 🥺🥺🥺

ANOTHER BANGER ALLIE RESPONSE

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"Okay, so we've got Starry Night, Tiny Plants, or the Tranquil Garden."

Toaster pored over the boxes, turning one over to read the back. "What if we worked on Tiny Plants together?"

"Oh, sure! Dump it out and we'll get started."

He hummed in contentment as he ran a nail under the box flap, dutifully pouring bags of pieces out onto the mat you'd set up. The excitement of shopping for kits to work on earlier had settled into a calmer vibe, helped in part by your joint "chill times" playlist in the background.

"Wait, is this track from–"

"Yeah! I added it after we played last night. Do you like it?"

"Yeah. I do." Toasty smiled. "We'll have to do it again sometime, find more playlist candidates."

"I'd like that." You smiled back, passing over a bag of pieces.

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The two of you made quick work of the sets, mostly in a comfortable silence with quiet tunes and the snapping of pieces as your backdrop. A couple times Toasty took your hand as you reached for a piece, rubbing his thumb over its back before letting it go. You both showed off your finished plants with cheesy grins, building your small plastic garden, until you stuffed the last empty bag back in the box and sat back to admire your work together.

"They came out pretty good! I think I like the little Venus flytrap the best."

"I like the one with the weird red leaves, the uh–" Toasty squinted, "red sundew? That one. It's fun to run your finger over 'em."

"Fair enough." You sighed, resting against Toasty's side as you leaned your head on their shoulder. "We should put them around the house."

"Hmm. We should." Toaster absentmindedly reached for your hand, holding it for longer now, and gave it a gentle squeeze. You squeezed back and he leaned his head on yours with a soft huff. Your breathing slowed, and synced with his.

The moment held. The music played. The space around you felt just a little more like home.

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Text | Celeste ⇄ Amaya

Celeste: Hey, Amaya! It was really great to see you at the wedding! Thank you so much for coming ❤️

Celeste: I have a slight favor to ask

[dailycelebi]

My name Buri, A Celebi! I hope that you’ll be friends with me! I am so kind And very sweet, A Pokémon You’ll love to meet!

[robobarbie]

Toasty and MC kissing in the rain

That's it that's the ask

SENT THIS ASK TO ALLIE FOR A RESPONSE!

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"Well. What now?"

Toasty suppressed a smirk as they looked down at you. Just as he thought, you were progressing from vexed to fuming after his remark.

"I knew you were going to lord this over me."

"It's been cloudy all day!"

"Yesterday was cloudy too!" You turned your head away with a simmering pout. "...And I didn't want to carry the umbrella."

Toasty burst into laughter– he couldn't help it, you're always so cute when you're grumpy like this– and gestured back to the bakery cafe you'd just left. "We can always head back in and nurse a coffee for a little while."

"You just said you were stuffed *and* your doctor said to lay off the caffeine."

"I didn't say I'd drink it. A couple of polite sips, at most."

"That's too reasonable. How about I make a run for the car and pick you up at the curb?"

"I think I'd be better equipped for that."

"Because you're so tall you'll make it there in three steps?"

"No, because I have a hoodie on." Toasty flipped up said hoodie, tucking their hair inside for good measure.

"I'm not gonna make the birthday boy run out in the rain!"

"Oh, come on! What's with the sudden chivalry?" A blush burned across their cheeks.

"It's just basic birthday decency. I'll be okay, honest. We'll just turn on the heat to dry me off."

He glanced out at the parking lot, then back at you, a softer grin spreading across his face. "What if the birthday boy wants to go…together?"

"Sure, and we could share your hoodie as we run."

Your quip has no bite, and Toasty calls you out on it by stretching the top of the hoodie over your head. "You'll have to stay close, then."

You made it all of two steps before getting completely soaked, laughing and play-shoving each other until you reached the car. You both leaned against the car doors, catching your breath and giggling in equal measure, until the damp and the cold finally won your full attention.

Toasty fished for his keys in his pockets, still holding the lip of the hoodie out. You watched his still-flushed face shift in concentration; it was hard not to smile seeing his furrowed brow and bit lip, framed with soaked locks of hair. The warmth of the moment almost canceled out the cold of the rain– almost.

"Hey. Hold on."

"Huh?"

You took hold of the lip of the hoodie, yanking it further out– and him closer to you. Toasty yelped, nearly crashing into you and dropping the car keys.

"Y–you'll stretch out my hoodie!"

"Oh, nooo."

"What happened to birthday decency?" Toasty avoided your eyes, their blush deepening.

"Superseded by the first birthday rule."

"The what?"

You drew closer. "Well, second birthday rule. The first is that the birthday boy gets to do whatever they want."

"Then the second?"

"That the birthday boy deserves a kiss."

You closed the distance, and Toasty melted.

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THANK YOU ALLIE

YEAAHHHHH

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have a lil treat from our editor/writer allie

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When Xyx drove you out for a 'romantic weekend getaway', you knew there would be some sort of twist– there always was– but as you peer at the massive cliff looming overhead, you start to wonder if you'd live to see the romance part of the trip.

"Having second thoughts?" Xyx pops up from the pile of equipment in the back of the car behind you, flashing you a razor grin. "Too late to back out now. I've got the car keys."

"Ha ha…Me, chicken? Never."

You had hoped that engaging in his banter would keep him satisfied, but your anxiety is too transparent to make the lie stick. Xyx frowns and sets down the equipment. "Hey, love. If you're unsure, we can always do something else. I won't be offended."

"No, no! I'm just– having some jitters."

His eyes search yours for a moment, and the silence hangs heavily between you, until Xyx finally sighs and leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"Alright, if you insist. Let's get you suited up, then." He gives one of the harnesses an appraising look before handing it to you. "Step into the loops and pull them up. We'll tighten everything once you've got it on."

You stare at the pile of straps and loops, turning it over in your hands to puzzle out where your legs go; in turn, Xyx sees your predicament and bursts into laughter.

"Aw, doll, I didn't mean to stump you. Might have to start, though," he smirks. "You're adorable when you make that face."

You huff as he takes the harness from your hands, obediently stepping in with his guidance despite your scowl. "Adorable?!" 

"Well…" You watch his hands shift the loops around your thighs, and gasp when they linger and squeeze. "Actually, for this particular moment, I don't think I would use that word."

"Y-you sure you still want to go rock climbing?"

"Mm. Yes. But I think we may have to change our plans afterward." He gives the harness–and your thighs– one more squeeze. "Be a doll and stay still for just one more minute, would you? I have to tie you in." 

Xyx turns back to the equipment, retrieving a length of climbing rope that he gathers loosely in his hands. His face moves tauntingly close to yours as he reaches for your waist, loops the rope, and sets to tying a complex knot with ease; you can count the freckles on his face at this distance, and start doing so in order to keep your focus from slipping. Instead, it's reminding you of how easily you could kiss him right now, how if you tipped forward just enough–

He gives the knot a final, decisive tug, savoring your reaction as you're jolted back to reality (and pulled closer by the hips). "Now, just one more thing."

"Huh?" 

Closing the distance you had just been mourning, Xyx leads you in by the jaw and meets your lips in a slow, deep, kiss. You instinctively tilt your head; he replies with a pleased hum that rumbles through your head and down your spine. His hand caresses your cheek when it finally, reluctantly withdraws along with his face.

"For luck," he breathes.

You can scarcely breathe yourself, but with Xyx so close to you, looking at you so playfully and yet so helplessly in love, you imagine that the luck he's given you could take you anywhere.

“Now,” he says, taking your hand in his, “let’s go exploring.”

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toasty and nightowl talked abt this but at what point quest and xyx fall for mc? like a realization of ohhhhh shit i AM in love w this person

I think we all have different opinions on this one. When I was writing Xyx and Quest scenes, I never really thought about a "moment" of realization and was instead trying to slowly escalate a relationship. But I looked back at scripts for this ask and these felt...right to me :)

Xyx

"I'll accept this as signature, just this one."

He broke a rule. He doesn't make promises, and he doesn't care to accept any either. Nothing matters unless it can be enforced, trust only coming in the form of legally binding ink on paper. It shouldn't have meant anything, and yet he'd accepted a pinky promise said in jest so readily, eagerly even. It's probably where this all started--he wanted to believe you.

And he wants to believe you now. Xyx is talking to you and he's far too self-aware of these bubbling feelings to flatten them.

"Well now I'm wondering at what point would I be too much for you?"

He waits for an answer. He doesn't want an answer. He's stumbling. He forgets to breathe. He knows what it means.

Quest

"This societyboy guy... he said you were... lovers?"

The realization hits him like a truck when he catches himself hesitating to type it out. Damn.

He didn't think much of it before, but it seems so obvious now. Quest fell way too fast and way too hard. He can't pinpoint when that switch flipped, he only knows that this type of protectiveness he's currently feeling isn't very platonic. There's guilt in it, a kind of protectiveness that's borderline jealousy. He forgot what that feeling was like and he doesn't miss it.

But he's going to be polite, he's going to do what's right and fair and he's not going to think about the sobering thought that this person who doesn't deserve you still had a chance with you once upon a time.

Quest will do better--be better. For your sake, regardless of how he feels.

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Hi hi Destini!! Hope Robo feels better soon!

I was wondering that if MC had met the LIs back in school(whether it be highschool or college), how they would react to being asked to go to a dance/formal together?

HELLO, DUSKTHEVAMPQUEEN............ I ALSO HOPE OUR BOSS ROBO FEELS BETTER SOON.... I LOVE ROBO... ROBO IS VERY COOL...

Omg what an AU. I'm not familiar with college dances??? I mean......unless I just wasn't invited.................So I'll default to highschool. :'D These will be very USA-centric cause I honestly don't know highschool dances that aren't SOB EMOJI

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NakedToaster

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

He stares at you. Huh?

"W-what dance?"

Your face instantly sours, and he feels like he's made a terrible, awful mistake. He stammers and hurries to correct it. "I-I mean yes, of course!"

Your face lifts a bit but you still seem hurt somehow. He swallows and takes a step forward. He's nervous.

"I would, uh, love to go to the dance with you. Really."

"Are you sure?"

"Very!"

Maybe too loud. The other students in the hallway pause for a moment before continuing to hurry to class. He retreats to the bathroom and curses when he sees the posters he never bothered to read plastered along the walls--the school dance. Duh.

Nightowl

"Will you go to the dance w--?"

"YES!"

You're enveloped in a hug before you can even get the words out. You laugh, relieved, and try to pry yourself away, but Nightowl won't let you.

"Nightowl?"

"I-I said yes, right? I'd love to..."

He's shaking ever so slightly, his body hot against yours. You close your eyes and try not to feel embarrassed, but it's impossible.

Quest

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

Somehow, you manage to catch him on one of the few days he shows up to the school--let alone a class. Quest lifts an eyebrow toward you, an unlit cigarette between his lips that no teacher bothered to approach him about.

His 'friends' whistle around him, their snacks forgotten on their lunch break.

Quest slides an arm around your shoulder and leads you away, silent until there are no prying ears.

"Ya sure?"

"Y-yes."

With a chuckle, Quest takes the cigarette and slips it behind your ear. "...I'll pick you up, then."

Xyx

"Will you go to the dance with me?"

"On one condition."

You roll your eyes. Here you go again.

"Please just say yes or no!"

You know damn well there are dozens of other people who have asked him by now. It's cruel to tease you like this.

"...The condition being you don't talk to anyone else."

"What kind of stupid condition is that?" you groan.

He laughs. Xyx snatches your textbook and starts walking away with you yelling behind him.

"Give it back!"

"Agree to my condition!"

"No!"

"Agree or you're going to be late to class!"

"XYX!"

He pauses and raises it high. Damn growth spurt. "Promise."

You exhale and open your palm. "No. That'd be rude."

Xyx pretends to consider it. "Then... Promise to stay by my side?"

"...Yeah, I can do that."

He searches your eyes and finally gives the book back. "Deal."