Hello, heard you were taking reqs! Could you possibly write beach day hcs for all of the love interests of Bloomic?
Quest
- I could see him awfully insecure about his body in the way of thinking that he scares people whether it be the tattoos or simply how beefy he is.
- Please comfort the poor man he’ll feel a lot better afterwards
- He’s the dad of the group that has the sunscreen and a cooler full of water.
Naked Toster
- Nope, good luck getting him out of the house let alone in a swimsuit.
- He can be professional and or social when he needs to but in his personal time , he prefers not interacting with people and even more so going outside and being perceived by other people.
Xyx
- Probably the most confident of the group, flexing his muscles, swimming, and simply enjoying himself
- He definitely makes fun of the rest of the group if they happen to burn in the sun.
- Definitely a “Gotta keep the tan up…. It's not a skin color it's a lifestyle but you wouldn't know that because you’re as pale as a ghost.” type of guy. Don't let him get a hold of TikTok or social media for that matter.
Nightowl (I don’t like him)
- Most stylish swimsuit ever
- He makes the biggest deal over the fact that is so, enjoying the temporary glory of being the prettiest boy on the beach. (Probably took pictures for instagram.)
- he forgot sunscreen and luckily he doesn’t burn but he’s still upset cuz this man definitely uses skincare.
after some delay, I've finally whipped up some thoughts for our resident insomniac - i hope i did him justice, i feel like I don't resonate with Nightowl as much as I do with the other ros but i did my best!!
hope y'all enjoy <3
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There will never be a boring day when you have Nightowl by your side
It’s pretty clear that he’s very clingy, if you’re cooking in the kitchen- guess what he’s wrapped around your back like a koala. Sitting on the couch alone? Not on his watch. You now have your boyfriend in your lap snuggled up to you - he’s very warm so this is either a good or bad thing depending on the weather
If you try to shove him off he will whine about it and look at you with grade A puppy eyes
If you need to be apart for the day, (which if you’re both working it’s most days) he will still find a way to spam your phone on company time. If this annoys you and you tell him such, he’ll calm down a little bit but he just loves telling you about his day and sharing those moments with you! You are kinda like, his favorite person
You’re also just the absolute cutest person in his eyes, doesn’t matter what kind of aesthetic you have- dark and gothy? CUTE - pink and colorful? ADORABLE
Of course, it’s not always fun and games with Nightowl. Sometimes stress gets the best of him and rough conversations with his mom turn his mood sour. I imagine after what takes place during the main game he really does try to better himself so he doesn’t lash out at you again - but he’s still human. Some nights he’ll need your support more than others, and then it’s time for soft words and gentle touches. If you cup his cheeks and hold him close he’ll just melt against you for the rest of the evening.
If you’re the one in need of support, I see him as someone who is actually very in tune to your needs. If you struggle with communicating how you’re feeling, you won’t need to say much around Nightowl. Just hold out your arms and he’s there. If you wanna rant, he’ll listen. If you just want to be held, that’s his favorite thing to do anyway.
He absolutely loves going on dates with you, especially if he can make it really clear that the two of you are together. PDA? He loves it. Getting to brag about you? He’ll never run out of good things to say about you
With this though comes a very strong streak of jealousy. After a few years together the insecurity will die down significantly, but anytime someone gets just a little too much of your attention, he’s butting his way into the conversation to get your eyes back on him
Honestly, his coworkers are kind of tired of him because he always finds a way to bring you into the conversation. If you were to ever meet them, you’d be shocked to discover they already know a lot about you
His lockscreen changes pretty often, but it’s always a picture of you. His homescreen is a photo the two of you took when you went on your first big vacation together
He’s the type of boyfriend to genuinely crash out whenever he has to pick a single photo of you to post - you look good in all of them how is he supposed to pick ONE??
No matter how many times you tell him, or how many years the two of you have been together, he’ll always get a little flustered whenever you show genuine interest in his passions. Whenever you stand up for him. Whenever you tell him that you love him.
So in return, he’s gonna spend every day making sure you know how loved you are. Because you are. If you’re doubting that, then he’s doing something very wrong
There's something about you that draws Nightowl in. You've only known each other for a few months, maybe half a year maximum, but he almost feels like he's known you before.
No, he knows it. Maybe in another life, with him being a prince and you being a knight, but he can tell. With every slip of the tongue- accidentally saying that he's known you forever, if forever can apply to six months.
He's staring at your icon on his screen, huffing out in annoyance when he can't bring himself to call you. You asked him to, and yet he feels nervous. Scared even.
A part of him thinks it's first date jitters. A louder part of him says that's not true because you've called one-on-one before, but you're also his best friend. Best friends don't go on dates. Right?
His stomach almost begins to hurt at that realization.
He brushes it off as him being up for so long and eating so little, of course his stomach will be a little upset. That's all it is. He bares a grin as his monitor rings. Once, twice, then he's greeted by your face. "Hellooooo cutie."
"Hi Owl," you hummed and Nightowl found himself almost melting at the sound of your voice, sleepy from the difference in timezones. "Okay, I wanted to call you because I have something so important to tell you. So serious. You're going to shit yourself."
You lean closer to your camera, and as if you were actually in front of him, he leans closer to you as well. His eyes crinkle slightly and you don't get why he's so happy just looking at your sleep tousled figure.
(It's as domestic as the two of you can get, for now.)
"So, I bought you something. Lego flowers. Roses."
"Why roses?" He laughs the slightest bit, trying and failing to keep the fondness out of his eyes. "Because they're so romantic and you're so in love with me?"
"Because they're your favorite." You roll your eyes the slightest bit, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
"Oh," Nightowl whispers, his eyes having the slightest sparkle to them, sparking up your mundane and dark night. "You remembered."
"Of course I did. You're my," A beat, shuffling from the other side of the monitor, then; "Best friend."
Right.
Nightowl can't lie, the thought of just being a best friend to you is almost disappointing, but at least the feelings mutual. You're his best friend and he's yours. In more ways than one.
A part of him thinks he's always been yours.
He beams at you and you let out a soft laugh. resting your cheek in the palm of your hand. "You're acting like a dog, tail wagging and shit, all because of some Legos?"
"Trust me, if I were your dog you would be covered in slobber by now." You laugh at him and you don't- you refuse to- pay attention to how he changes your words ever so slightly, a part of you likes it.
You're his. In more ways than one.
You sigh at the thought, knowing that thinking of your best friend like that is so weird. Friends don't act like this, they aren't so possessive and constantly yearning, ruining sleep schedules just to hear his voice at the break of dawn.
EXTRA … gn!reader, angsty kinda sorta, based on this
nightowl • “you’re overreacting”
“What— what did you just say?” Owl’s brows furrowed, looking at you in disbelief.
Immediately, you regretted your words. “Wait, Owl, I didn’t mean to—”
He didn’t give you a chance to finish, turning and storming off before you could say another word. You flinched when he slammed the bathroom door with enough force to shake the frame, your heart sinking with regret.
God damn it, you just had to say that, didn’t you?
“Owl, I’m sorry…” you reached for the door, but shrunk back at the violent jolt on the impact from the other side.
A series of short, deep breaths followed the blow to his door. You couldn’t hear much other than his breathing and the unintelligible mumbles spoken from the far side of the bathroom.
“Owl?”
“Go away. Fuck off.” His voice wobbled with angry tears. “Just leave me alone.”
You could feel your mistake dig deeper into the wound as you heard his voice. “I didn’t mean what I said… I’m really sorry.”
“Can you just fucking leave me alone?!”
quest • “you’re scaring me”
“Oh… a—angel.” He backed away from you immediately, flinching at the statement. “I thought— sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
You could see the panic and guilt in his eyes as he backed away, carrying himself as if he was in someone else’s body. He looked down at his hands, distraught.
“It’s okay, just… you never got that close to me before.” You approached him again, smiling at him.
He smiled back, though it didn’t reach his eyes, not fully. As if on instinct, he moved back to avoid you. “Sorry angel. I think I should go to bed. I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”
xyx • “this is just too much, I don't understand you”
He looked at you for a moment, his seriousness fading into something you couldn’t quite place before he cracked a smile. “Hey, y’didn’t think I was serious about that, did you? C’mon, don’t make that face!”
“Xyx,” you began, not long before he interrupted you with his usual grin and easy speech.
“(#),” he practically sing-songed back to you, “y’know me, did you really think I’d spout somethin’ like that?”
He was closing up again, hiding behind that one side of him that he felt he was allowed to show. The side of him that at some point became a character to maintain, as opposed to a part of himself.
Still, you were overwhelmed and the sudden change in his behaviour didn’t help. “I need space.”
His smile shifted, melting and freezing in place in an awkward, almost annoyed look, poorly masked with the remnants of a grin. “Yeah, I get it. See ya then, I guess.”
nakedtoaster • “what is wrong with you?”
“…sorry?” They seemed to process your words for a moment, eyes shifting from hurt to anger.
“What is wrong with you?!” You repeated, letting out a sharp breath.
His brow twitched, lips pulling up into a snarl. “No. No, you don’t get to say that. You can’t say you love me and— fuck. Fuck, fuck, whatever.”
“I do love you, but—”
“No, you don’t, fuck…” they ran a hand through their hair, tugging at the strands in frustration before turning to leave. “I can’t do this right now.”
first; while it may not have been love at first sight, they couldn’t help but fall head over heels for you faster than anyone, even themselves, could expect. even if they didn’t admit it, you could tell as soon as it happened
harder; they weren’t necessarily meaning to fall in love, the idea was something that didn’t seem like they really deserved it or that it wasn’t something they could really do anyways. the moment they realized they were in love though, however, it hit them hard and they were definitely not losing you now
both; they fell in love fast and hard. they didn’t mean for it to happen but they weren’t going to complain. the way they fell in love was like riding in the front seat of a roller coaster going down the first drop. they didn’t want to lose that feeling and they certainly didn’t want to lose you
OH SHIT THE BRAZILIAN FANDOM EXISTS!!! ummm how about... what it's like for the bloomic LIs to like someone who is... quite a bit shorter than them (about 1.50m). it can be sweet or nsfw, whichever you feel like!
Haha, yes, we exist! It is quite a small fandom, however, it is delightful to be around. Well, I really liked writing this piece... but I couldn't come with anything NSFW that was interesting to post at the blog. So, I will keep this one 100% SFW. Hope you still liking and thanks for the support <3
cw: gender neutral reader
Nightowl isn’t the tallest man alive, however, whenever he is near you it is impossible to not see his grin growing wider and wider at his lips. What can he do? You are just so adorable near him, he deeply adores to involve your delicate body with his arms and rest his chin over your head.
Teasing you is one of his favorite hobbies… After all, seeing your puffed cheeks and angry expression is too much for his heart, who warms up whenever he is able to rip out from you this kind of behavior. But don’t worry, he will never go too far… he may be a teaser, but he is not a cruel man. He just loves to provoke you, to watch you being slightly mad with him.
However, right after those moments of the man being quite mean, he will compensate you with comfortable cuddles. Owl will bring your body closer to his, so close in a point both heartbeats seem to be linked. As he rests his chin over your head, you know plenty well that it is impossible to escape from his embrace at this point… but it is ok. You know it is just his way to share his love with you, and honestly, you absolutely adore it.
Quest figure is so different from yours on an almost comic level. His tall and strong body is the complete opposite of yours, who is small and delicate… Whenever you two go out in public, it is impossible to not attract the attention from curious people. Saying that those people don't bother the man would be a lie, however, having you by his side can make all this situation way better.
The brunette is so kind with you… just like he is afraid of breaking your figure. As he holds you against his body, you can notice quite well how gentle he is trying to be with you, how much this gigantic man loves you to the point that he is scared of somehow harming you. And oh dear, it is so adorable. Your lips cross all his face, spreading sweet kisses all over it as you openly say how much you love him with all your heart.
Cuddling with him is such a good feeling… you feel so small in his grip, so protected. It is just like nothing could ever touch you again and somehow cause you any kind of harm. He is just like a big and comfortable bear, who is there to give you the affection you just crave so much.
It is almost impossible to not feel small around Toasty. A naturally tall person like them would already make anyone feel just so short, however, you are a very special case… Whenever they need to talk with you, you can notice their figure slowly curving itself until the point they are finally able to properly speak with you.
Kissing him is always a hard task, so, whenever you two want to share this sweet affectionate moment, you need to get on the tip of your toes… and it is just so cute. He never thought much about the height difference of his partners before, however, seeing you trying your best to be able to feel his warm lips against yours is something that can bring quite a cozy feeling to his heart.
Whenever you two are changing innocent touches with each other, laying over the soft bed, you can feel their chin kindly resting over your head - just like Nightowl does. In their embrace, you can realize how skinny your boyfriend is… even tho, you just love to feel so close to them at this point. You feel so small and loved by your lover.
If you taught Nightowl was a teaser, it is because you haven’t heard what Xyx enjoys making with you. At any chance he gets, he grabs an item and places it on a topper shelf, holds it right above you and intentionally avoids your kisses raising just a little bit his head. It is so adorable to see you all mad and embarrassed, doll… one of his favorite pastimes when you are around.
Don’t tho, he is more than ok to after such moments of teasing finally rewarding you with the affection you crave so much. He gently presses his lips over your neck, as he asks for you to forgive this poor man… And being completely honest with you: it is not like you can stay mad with him for such a long time. You love this man and the charm he carries with his personality… he is just so delightful.
When you come back to home, tired from your exhausting work, who seems to steal little by little your soul, you just wanna throw yourself in his hugs - and Xyx doesn’t mind even a bit with it. He firmly holds you, like he is afraid of you running away from your touch… but he isn’t rude or anything like that. The way he hugs you shows love and affection… an affection that makes his heart at least a little bit warmer.
This is super rambly and drawn out but it's just loads of Nightowl fluff. Would appreciate feedback as I'd like to keep writing lil fics for my favorite Blooming Panic boy, carpal tunnel allowing.
Also, obligatory character playlist plug because I love it. Title comes from a lyric from a song on there :)
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You impatiently stared out of the window as the car turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As it comes to a halt, you could not have gotten out of it sooner. Grabbing your backpack, you thanked the driver before closing the door. You went around to the back, opened the trunk, and hauled out a duffel bag. As overworked as you were, your wallet be damned if you paid for a checked bag, not that you really needed it anyway. Slamming the trunk closed, the car drove off. With your backpack on and the world's heaviest duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you practically ran towards the entrance of the building.
Once inside, you rocked your feet back and forth as you waited for the elevator to come to the ground floor. While your destination was only one floor away, your cargo would kill you before making it up half a flight of stairs, not to mention how much a long, cramped flight takes out of you. After an agonizing wait, the elevator arrived with a ding. You hopped in and repeatedly pressed the door close button, knowing full well that doing so would not speed up the process at all. Pent-up excitement was being taken out on your phone via death grip as the elevator went up. Another ding allowed your phone to live another day. With an exit now available, your speed walking to your destination rivaled that of senior citizens at the mall at 7 in the morning. Halting yourself in front of the door, you knocked.
“Hold on!” Nightowl shouted from the other side. Some faint chaos bleed through the door for a moment before the door swung open. You immediately flung yourself onto the person in front of you, enveloping him in a bear hug forceful enough to push him back a step or two. “Woah, hey there, cutie. I missed you so much,” he laughed, reciprocating the hug with the same amount of love.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you more, sweetheart,” you spoke into his neck. The two of you stayed in the hug a moment longer before moving slightly apart, still enough to hold each other. Nightowl leaned down for a kiss, that you happily gave. Though short, both of you had been dying for it.
“Glad you’re back home, things just feel so off when you’re not here.”
“I know, just a few more months, and we never have to do this again,” you smiled at him, lifting yourself slightly for another kiss. When you broke apart, a playful pout was on his face.
“Why can't you just stay here now,” he whined, tightening his grip on your waist slightly. Even after finishing his graduate program, he still acted like a little kid at times. You loved his playful demeanor, though.
“Because my sadist job is trying to kill me before I can leave,” you responded, starting to sway the two of you. “At least the new one will be much better.”
“Mmh, can’t wait till then. But, in the meantime, I will be a chivalrous gentleman and take your bags so that you can take a nice, long shower. I’ll order some food after, and we can have a quiet night in.”
“Ah, you’re truly wonderful, darling.”
“Only the best for you, cutie,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips.
Letting go of each other, you immediately dropped your bags onto the floor and handed Nightowl your phone. While you kicked off your shoes, Nightowl took your bags back to the bedroom. You quickly made your way back to the bathroom. With as often as you visited, it was easier to get a second shower brush and share toiletries than lug your own back and forth. Given that Nightowl wasn’t the 20-in-1 type of guy, you didn’t have to worry about your hair being dry and skin breaking out.
As you took your long-deserved shower, Nightowl put himself to work unpacking your things. Putting your clothes in his closet, your phone and laptop on his desk and charging them, accessories on his own stands, and whatever else you had brought in their rightful places. While the majority of the time he wouldn’t do these things for himself, for you, he spends a full day getting his place clean up for your arrival. Not to say that he was a slob, but the life of an architect could be very demanding. He sometimes joked with himself that if his carrier fell through he would be the perfect househusband for you.
Eventually, your shower ended and you went across the hall in your towel to get changed. Walking into the bedroom, you’re greeted with Nightowl laying on the bed, scrolling through the several options on DoorDash. He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re looking good, cutie. I unpacked everything for you while you were in there.”
“Absolutely wonderful you are,” you hummed, making your way over to the closet to pick out something to throw on for the night.
“For you, anything,” He stared at you, nothing but adoration filling his eyes as you grabbed your clothes. “Want me to close my eyes?”
“If you don’t mind,” you responded. Although you have seen each other in every state of undress imaginable, he still felt the importance of privacy whenever wanted. You appreciated his care, especially given your history of mediocre relationships with people who couldn’t bother with those sorts of things. When he closed his eyes, you quickly got yourself dressed in a random t-shirt of indeterminate ownership and the sluttiest pair of plaid pajama pants you could find. “You’re good now,” you spoke, starting to dry your hair off with the towel you wore into the room. At your command, Nightowl opened his eyes to look at you once more.
“I think I like this combo better than the towel.”
“I tried with the pants.”
“And you succeeded,” he chuckled. “So, did you think over what you want for dinner?”
“Hmm,” you began as you continued to dry your hair, “You craving anything?”
Nightowl shook his head, “Not really, I’m good with whatever.”
“Then can we get something from that one Chinese place over by that one bookstore?” you asked cheerfully.
“Sure thing, cutie. The usual?”
“Yes, please. Thank you, love!”
Nightowl went back to his phone to place your order while you went back to the bathroom to hang your towel. When you returned, he set his phone down and patted the spot next to him. You lay down next to him, moving closer to lay your head on his chest.
Nightowl wrapped an arm around your waist. “How was your flight?" he asked.
"About as good as it can get with two babies on board."
"Aw man, sorry you got stuck with that.”
"At least your neighbors don't have kids."
"I don't think I could have made it through grad school if they did. I hope the shower relaxed you some though," he said, starting to rub your stomach with his thumb slightly.
"Not as much as lying here with you right now," you smiled at him.
“Pretty girl on my chest and she’s this sweet? I won at life being able to have you all to myself.” Your face went pink at his words. Although he said things like that all the time, it never failed to make you feel like a dumb teenager when he did. The best you could do was let out a small whine in response. “Aww, and you’re all flustered by that? You’re killing me here, cutie.”
“Oh, shush, it’s just 'cause I haven’t seen you in months.”
“Sure, if you say so,” he hummed.
The two of you continued to talk about random topics as you waited for your dinner. Due to the wonders of technology and neither of you possessing the ability to be okay with not calling every day, there wasn’t anything exactly big to catch up on. A little while longer went by until Nightowl got a notification that the driver was at the building. The two of you got up, he to acquire the food, and you to grab drinks and pick out the entertainment you would be promptly ignoring. After a decent look in the fridge, you grabbed two beverages of choice and plopped yourself onto the couch.
You waited a moment longer before Nightowl came back with the food. He brought the bag to the couch and rummaged through it to hand you your food along with a pair of chopsticks graciously provided by the restaurant. You, starving, started eating before he even got around to opening his food.
“God, I’ve missed this so much,” you started between chews, “Seriously, this place has the best Chinese food I’ve ever had.”
“And here I was thinking you meant eating takeout with me,” he joked.
“I suppose I missed that too, but I don’t know, this lo mein is pretty fucking good,” you shot back. With his free hand, Nightowl placed a hand on his chest and leaned back, closing his eyes.
“Oh, I can’t believe she loves egg noodles more than me!” he remarked. You giggled a bit in response.
“Fine, perhaps I love the current activity more than egg noodles.”
“Just the activity?”
“You’re not gonna make me say this, are you?”
“How else would I know if you don’t say it out loud, to my face?” The little antic of his was one reminiscent of one faithful night in the call channel of the Bloomic server. Over time, you learned that he loved to pull this type of line either to get you flustered over little things or annoy the shit out of you.
“Fine, I definitely absolutely, love you, Nightowl, more than egg noodles or eating egg noodles in your presence,” you playfully groaned out.
“You hear that? She loves me more than egg noodles!” he shouted. You smiled at his response. Though a cute moment, it was quickly ended by a banging from the wall in front of you.
“Shut the fuck up in there!” A neighbor shouted through the wall. The two of you stared at each other in surprise before Nightowl yelled a quick apology back.
“That’s the second neighbor you’ve pissed off by boasting about my love for you,” you said after a moment.
“I would happily piss off several more if it means I can brag about you,” he said, going back to finish his food, “Granted, as long as it doesn’t get me evicted.”
You chuckled. “Good call.”
As time went on, you continued mindless banter accompanying the completion of your meals. Even once finished, the two of you sat together and talked for what seemed like forever. You even managed to squeeze out some information, albeit, fairly vague, about the dates he had planned for the two of you during your stay. At some point, all the travel and excitement of the day had gotten the better of you. While you did try to hide it, a yawn gave your state of energy away to Nightowl.
“I saw that, cutie. A queen needs her beauty sleep.”
“Says you.”
“I’ll have you know that I still get my full 8 hours every night,” he asserted.
You chuckled, which turned into another yawn. “Maybe so, but you still live life in another time zone.”
“When you’re here, it gets a bit more normal.”
“Really?” you thought for a moment, “Huh, I guess it does. Wonder why?”
“Maybe it’s cause I worry about your well-being in terms of sleep so much that it rubs off on me,” he pondered.
“If taking care of me gets you to take care of yourself, then I'm all for it,” you smiled at the sweetness of it all.
Nightowl got up and started collecting the empty containers, “You go on to bed, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
“You sure?”
“Mhm, you come first, cutie.”
You got up from the couch, “Absolutely the best to me.”
You cupped his face, giving him a peck on the cheek before making your way to bed. Little did you know, but that small act of affection melted Nightowl’s heart. Blushed, he took a moment from cleaning up to compose himself. He didn’t exactly know why he reacted with the fuzzy, teenager-in-love feeling, but he welcomed it nonetheless. He picked up the pace to join you just slightly sooner.
While he was finishing up, you had practically thrown yourself into bed, the exhaustion finally hitting you. You got yourself comfortable and passed the time looking around the room, studying what’s changed since you last visited. Though a tad boring, you didn’t exactly possess the brain power to check your phone and retain anything.
Eventually, a blonde figure caught the corner of your eye. You turned to face your beloved Nightowl as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned off a small desk lamp, allowing the fairy lights over his bed to illuminate the room. You sleepily pat the spot next to you, which he happily filled, snuggling as close to you as he could. The sparking of the lights above the two of you reflected in his brown eyes. Even in your extremely groggy state, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend.
“You ready to sleep?” he mumbled, seeming to try to hide a yawn of his own.
“Yeah,” your eyes were already fluttering closed. Nightowl brought an arm around you and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Maybe tomorrow you can be the activity I love.”
“I will most definitely make sure that becomes true,” he smiled, “Goodnight, cutie.”
“Goodnight, sweetheart.”
The warm lights illuminated the two of you drifting off to sleep together for the first time in months. All became still in that apartment, and for a night, all was right in the world.
