Toasty’s grip on your shoulders tightens, hugging the air out of your lungs. His fingertips dig into your skin, indenting a mark onto you. His face rests on your collarbones, burying himself beneath your bones.
They feel your hands in their hair, undoing the braid you had put in earlier in the morning and gently scratching his scalp, combing through the waves the braid had left. They let out a sigh and squeeze your waist.
A meek voice claws its way through, the vibrations from his mouth sending shockwaves through your neck. “Do you have to leave?”
Soft laughter escapes the bine of your throat, pressing a kiss to his ear. “I can’t just stay here, darling. I have to go home eventually,” your hand cups his cheek and lifts it away from your neck, swiping your thumb over his cheekbones. “I’ll be back soon. Maybe. Hopefully.”
You fix their glasses and caress their hair, messy from being attached to you for so long. They looked gorgeous even when they were a mess. A domestic smile creeps out from your teeth.
And it feels like he yearns for you. He wants more of you even when you’re in front of him, when you’re still in his arms and you don’t have to leave at this very moment. He wants your dreary mondays and your secrets. He wants everything. He wants nothing. He just wants you.
You start to pull away from their embrace, but a tug on your hand stops you. “Don’t go.”
“What? Toasty, you know I can’t just–”
“–But that’s the thing, you can. We can- I can make room at my place. You don’t have to leave.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached up to brush hair away from your face, his eyes swirling with desperation. “Please?”
A chuckle comes from the depths of your heart, a sorrowful smile stitching across your mouth. “I still have a job. And clothes back home. And literally, like, everything I own.”
They shrug, traveling their hand upwards to grab your forearm. “I can ship everything here. And who says you have to send in your two weeks? Just, disappear off of the Earth with me.”
Your laughter grew louder, an honest sounding melody fluttering from your chest. You look back at the plane you have to board, and suddenly the butterflies in your stomach turned to moths. You rub your thumb over Toasty’s cheek again, a bittersweet taste coating your tongue. “Darl, I have to go home. I’ll be back soon, I swear it.”
His fingertips dance further up your body and hold your cheeks, an unreadable expression on his face. “You swear it?”
“I swear it,” you repeat as you kiss his palms softly, pulling further and further away from him as you grab your bags. “This isn’t a goodbye. I’ll see you soon, my love. I’ll call you and bug you about the potential baby that is on the plane and complain about it for hours.”
“Oh, but of course,” They roll their eyes affectionately and lean towards you again, pressing a kiss on your temple. They whisper against your skin, “I’ll see you soon.”
Toasty doesn’t like this part. He doesn’t like watching you go. He doesn’t like the pit in his stomach, or how his eyes are watering, or how he doesn’t get to hold you anymore, or how he finally understand that this; this is what solitude is.
All’s well that ends well, they suppose. It’ll be alright. They’ll convince you to stay with them one of these days.
It’s alright that his passenger seat is too empty for comfort, it’ll be okay. He’s okay with waiting for you a little longer.
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.
author’s note ; bloomic brainrot is real, so this is how I’m choosing to cope. give = the love language they show and take = what they’d like to receive from a potential s/o !! also, trying a new format! enjoy! <3
— NIGHTOWL
GIVE.txt = [ QUALITY TIME ]
— Though he will show you affection and love in many forms using many methods, he gives the absolute most quality time when it comes down to it. He loves to plan a day in where you two don’t leave bed and just ignore responsibility for the day. He’ll ensure that it’s on the day that you two actually aren’t busy— but either way, spending genuine time with you is one of his favorite things.
— Given his slight possessive streak that he’s working on, it’s only natural that his favorite thing involves something where he’s the sole object of your attention and focus. It’s not purely for his own benefit, though. While he isn’t one to speak on sleep schedules by any means; he definitely knows a thing or two when it comes to stress. If he notices that you’re particularly stressed out, he’ll intentionally plan a day where you two can relax and not worry about it all for a day.
— He wants to be able to make you feel comfortable and wants to be able to spend time with you to personally ensure that you’re allotted time where you aren’t stressing over work or anything of the like. It makes him happy to make plans for you both anyways! He has more free time when it comes to his own job and he enjoys doing something that he knows will make you happy. Personal attention is his forte.
— He will absolutely shower you in compliments and affection when you both spend time together. Phones off, forgotten somewhere in the room while you two lay together in bed and just talk the day away. He knows that he doesn’t always need to plan for anything special and that as long as your attention is diverted away from the things that worry you, then it’s a success. As long as he can ensure that you both get time together away from the duties the world demands from you, then it’s worth it. Even if it does mean disappearing from the server completely every once in a while, it doesn’t matter. They’re all used to Nightowl’s shenanigans at this point anyways.
— Plus, they know by now that it comes not from possession, but genuine love and worry on his part. They know that he’s looking out for you in the best way he can. Besides, it’s all the more worth it when he finally gets to see his favorite server member relaxed and happy by his side.
TAKE.txt = [ AFFIRMATION + TOUCH ]
— Nightowl has felt a strong lack of support during a good majority of his life. His mom isn’t exactly the most supportive of his dreams and he’s been the class clown, butt of the joke for as long as he can remember. In his partner— you— he’d need plenty of affirmation and validity for his own personal assurance. He likes the safety in knowing that he can go to his partner about his interests and issues without worry of judgement or unnecessary haggling or advice— and he needs a good amount of affirmation to obtain that security.
— He often worries that he’s being too much, overly emotional, or that he may be looked down upon again. Sometimes, words isn’t what he wants to hear— this is why he requires plenty of physical affection. It shows him the love and adoration he desires without you necessarily needing to say it directly to him. That way, he can just quietly appreciate your presence without having to worry about lashing out or expressing all of the negative thoughts he’s going through. In the immediate moments of his stress, he appreciates physical intimacy.
— He loves cuddling with you in bed or just being able to lay against you in general— soft kisses and hugs are incredibly enjoyable for him. The soft affection that says “I love you and appreciate you” without having to vocalize it makes him feel warm and happy. A lot of the times, he’ll have a stressful day or have an argument in the server and just come to you for intimacy without a word and you’ll know. You’ll know each and every time.
— When he does actually feel like vocalizing his thoughts, however, he does appreciate affirmation. He’s used to getting a lot of advice (in the form of one Onion) so sometimes it’s not what he needs. From you, he mostly needs affirmation and confirmation that you enjoy hearing about what he does and that he won’t fail at whatever he chooses to pursue. Sometimes he just needs to hear that someone believes in him and his decisions when it feels like the entire world is against him.
— He likes hearing it from you especially because he knows that he can trust what you say. You’re a genuine person and you wouldn’t lie to him. You tell him what he needs to hear when he needs to hear it and he appreciates that a lot. You provide unconditional love and support and you always assure him that he’s doing his absolute best on any given day. You assure him that having off days, feeling stressed or upset— it’s all okay. You’re here for him through thick and thin and hearing it from you makes him feel like as long as he has a support system in you, he’ll be okay.
— He definitely loves hearing lighter hearted things too outside of his troubles. Genuine compliments and confessions of love from you make his heart happy and gives him that warm, fuzzy, first time in love, feeling all over again. Sometimes when you whisper a random compliment or a spontaneous “I love you” it’ll leave him speechless in the best way possible. He never expects it, but it’s always nice to be reminded and it helps him keep you in mind. It makes him feel happy, but most importantly? It makes him feel loved and appreciated in a way he’s never had with anyone else before.
— QUEST
GIVE.txt = [ ACTS OF SERVICE ]
— When it comes to others, Quest loves to help out in whatever way he can. He’ll do what he can to assist others, and it’s how he expresses that he cherishes others without having to outright admit that. If he makes an effort to make your life easier, you can be pretty certain that he loves you quite a bit.
— He is typically busy. Between his job and managing the discord server— he doesn’t have a lot of time, so if he’s going out of his way to do things for you, it’s not because he just simply has free time, it’s because he wants to. He wants to make your life easier in whatever way he can, even if it’s something rather minute in nature. If it can make your day even a little better— he doesn’t mind.
— After you have a particularly stressful day, he’ll do what he can to assist. Whether that be keeping your space clean, running you a relaxing bath, making you food— whatever it is, he’ll do it without hesitation. Even if you just want to rest in his arms, he’ll comply if it means you’ll be more relaxed.
— He’s always been the type to believe that his actions speak far louder than his words. So when he’s able to show you that he loves you through his acts of service, it makes him happy. When you acknowledge and appreciate his efforts and express that you feel loved— he’s happy. Even if it’s subtle, like he seeing you smile when you notice he’s done something for you, it’s worth it for him.
— Of course, sometimes he does go all out to make you feel special. Preparing a fancy date night, a romantic night in— all of it is done with careful care and consideration so that when you return home, everything is already prepared for you both.
— And when you smile at him, showing appreciation for every act, no matter how big or small, he appreciates it. And you feel loved.
TAKE.txt = [ WORDS OF AFFIRMATION ]
— Quest knows he’s changed and he knows he’s a good person now— but sometimes it’s hard to disconnect your current self from your past self. Everyone is prone to moments of insecurity and vulnerability, and this is something that happens to him.
— It’s why words of affirmation are so important to him. In his most vulnerable moments, he’ll ask if you’re truly happy being with someone who’s an ex-convict. He wonders if he can truly make you as happy as you deserve to be. You’re one of the few people who stuck around after learning about his record, and some days he questions as to why. He also can’t find it in him to stop you if you wanted to leave— but when you reassure him, it feels better. Grounding, in a way.
— Your words can help remind him that those invasive thoughts are just that. Invasive, and simply ideas floating around in his mind. You’ll never downplay his past experiences in being abandoned, but you always promise that you don’t plan to be a repeat of those situations. You love him and you know that he’s changed. You see it in his actions every day.
— He carries himself with kindness and generosity and he’s clearly learned and grown from his past. You tell him as much. Either way, past included or not, you love him all the same. Just like you deserve to be happy, so does he, and you plan on sticking around to ensure that you can bring him joy, also. Hearing it makes all the difference to him, though. It solidifies that you already are happy right at his side and that he’s never at risk of losing you.
— Vocalizing “I love you” and “I appreciate you” as well as just expressions of support and care are all things that are incredibly affirming to him. Because while actions do indeed speak louder than words, sometimes words are needed to affirm that those actions are indeed exactly what they are. Signs of love, support and appreciation. A signal that you aren’t going anywhere.
— XYX
GIVE.txt = [ QUALITY TIME ]
— Xyx has got one hell of a stressful job, so he really appreciates being able to make plans and focus entirely on you as opposed to whatever may be going on at work. After all, you’ve always been the best distraction for him, haven’t you?
— While he definitely loves thrill-seeking with you at his side, he appreciates any time you spend together where all you’re focused on is one another. Seeing your mixed fear and excitement at the idea of skydiving with him is just as important as having you doze off on his chest when you’re sitting in and watching a movie with Cat curled up next to you both. He treasures both equally and appreciates that you tend to enjoy both just as much.
— He was once used to being alone with just himself and Cat, so now that you’re there, he’ll go out of his way to make sure you never feel the same. He ensures that when you spend time together, all of his attention is on whatever activity you’ve decided for the day and, more importantly, that his attention is on you (shared only with Cat, of course). He wants you to know that you’re incredibly important in his life so he carves out a portion of his schedule for you whenever he can. When free time opens up as well and he doesn’t particularly want to be alone, he offers his free time to you before anyone else.
— It doesn’t mean that he doesn’t pay any attention to the others. He regularly graces the server with his presence so they don’t miss him too much— but sometimes it’s nice to give his time to “that person” in his life who he trusts most in the world. You helped him open up and he shows his love and appreciation by being comfortable in your presence and spending time with you.
— His absolute favorite way to spend time is honestly taking you on rides with him on his motorcycle. Feeling your presence behind him, fully relaxing against him and enjoying the wind is an absolute dream. Plus, it helps him realize that you hold full trust in him as well.
— Of course you both have your responsibilities, but making time for one another is always important. He knows that you can be especially busy, so he loves to know that he can help you destress by allowing you both to spend one-on-one time together. After all, you’re his favorite distraction. Only natural that he’d be yours as well.
TAKE.txt = [ AFFIRMATION + SERVICE ]
— Xyx appreciates both words of affirmation and acts of service. Both help him feel loved and cared for.
— Sometimes he needs to be reaffirmed that he isn’t too much for you. Some days he still feels like he has to be that “funny guy” and doesn’t always allow himself to express his sadness. It helps to have a reminder every now and again that he’s cared for and that he’ll never be too much for him. Being told that it’s completely okay for him to not feel well and to not always be in that chipper mood is reassuring to him. He forgets sometimes, but that’s fine. It’s not an easy habit to break.
— After a particularly stressful day at work— one where he really has to upkeep appearances and watch what he says— he appreciates being told that he can just be himself around you when he’s at home. If he’s not in a upbeat mood, he doesn’t have to pretend to be in one. After all, you’d much rather see him relaxed and comfortable as opposed to having to stress to keep up appearances at home. You love him for who he is. Positive and negative emotions included. By now, you’ve learned when he’s trying to upkeep appearances, so you reaffirm and assure him that there’s no need— whether directly, by telling him, or indirectly through carefully selected questions. Either way, it’s much appreciated by him.
— Acts of service also apply to him, though. He has a lot on his plate. When you go out of your way to make his stress a little less intense, or you do something that you know will lift his mood— or even prepare and provide him with a distraction— he appreciates it. He especially appreciates relatively small things— making sure his phone is charged, cleaning up small messes, playing with Cat when he can’t— it’s special to him.
— Especially, most especially, when it comes to Cat. He cares for Cat and you both, but sometimes he feels like his work keeps him too busy and he’s upset that he can’t pamper Cat like he wants to, but when he sees you playing with Cat and giving them attention, it makes him happy and shows to him that you truly care.
— Overall, he appreciates when you show little acts of service to make him stress a little less. And your affirming words help to solidify that those actions symbolize your love for him as well. He holds all of it close to his heart since he knows he can trust you. You are “that person” after all.
— NAKEDTOASTER
GIVE.txt = [ GIFTS + SERVICE ]
— As mentioned in his route, Toasty likes to pamper you. This doesn’t only apply to giving you gifts, however. It also applies to him doing various things for you whenever he feels the need. Whether it be a gift, or a preplanned day in, they both are expressions of his love and care for you.
— Sometimes when he’s online shopping, he finds small things that remind him of you. Every time this happens, he likes to buy whatever it is as a gift for you. It’s nice because that just solidifies to you that he thinks of you often, considering how often these cute little gifts tend to pop up. He can’t help it though. He loves you, so it’s only natural you’ll be in his thoughts.
— When he’s feeling more romantic, he’ll buy you flowers or chocolate. Cliche, I know, but it’s the thought that goes behind it that counts. He can spend hours in various stores just making sure that he gets you the absolute perfect gift. He wants you to like it— he’d hate for you to think that he just grabbed the first thing he saw. Of course not. His gift selection is custom tailored to what he knows you’ll like. That’s what makes it special each and every time.
— He’s definitely gifted you one of his jackets— honestly that one was not only because he knew you’d like it, but also because it makes him happy to see you in it. Nothing possessive or anything. He just thinks it’s cute and he does indeed favor cute things. It’d probably be your favorite gift of his, too. The Boyfriend Hoodie! But really, it’s meaningful to you because it’s one of his favorites and he’s entrusted it to you. Doesn’t get more personal than that.
— On top of countless gifts, he’ll also do various things for you. Order you food, relax you, anything that’ll help you destress after a long day at work. He doesn’t mind planning things out on your behalf if it makes your life easier. Plus, it’s a pretty sure fire way to ensure that you’re taking care of yourself properly.
— He may not be the best at cleaning up or cooking, but it’s the thought that counts. He’s always doing things for you so you can stress a little less at night. Toasty is always making sure you get in bed at the proper hour and ensures that he’s there to help you fall asleep. He likes to pamper you, and he does. With both gifts and how he acts.
TAKE.txt = [ QUALITY TIME ]
— Of course, Toasty will give you plenty of his time, but given that you’re pretty busy, it’s special when you do the same every time you’re able. He loves spending time with you one-on-one. Sure, you both will always be able to talk on the server— but it’s different when it’s just you two together.
— He loves personal attention and affection. It feels nice for him to have you play with his hair, braid it— and he values the affection aspect, but the part that really makes him melt is that you’re focused entirely on him. He’s all you’re paying attention to, no distractions, and that’s what he especially adores.
— He’ll also appreciate if you go out of your way to get into something that he’s into or passionate about. If you take the time to play any game that he’s programmed with him, or get into FFXIV for his sake— he loves it. Because for him it means that he can do something he absolutely loves doing with the person he loves most in the world. It doesn’t matter if you’re particularly good at the game or not— it’s the effort that counts and he’s more than happy to help you practice and improve.
— Overall, specializing time to focus on him and give him attention helps him feel incredibly loved and appreciated. When you remember things he enjoys and go out of your way to learn more about them so you can both do something he enjoys— it makes him happy. While it may not seem like much to you, to him it shows that not only do you care for him, but you listen. You listen to what he tells you and he takes that to heart.
This is really short but I wrote it because I couldn't sleep and they were on my mind. So here's you telling the blooming panic LI's you think they are warm.
No trigger warning this is just fluff
It was common for Nightowl to spoon you it was the go-to cuddle position no matter what you were doing. Today the two of you were watching some movie on his laptop in his bed. You lean back to get closer to him, feeling your back hit his chest, you focus on it. You can feel his heartbeat, his breath, the warmth he emanates. You want to be engulfed in the feeling. Carefully you turn around, kissing him before getting more comfortable, snuggling into his chest.
“What's up cutie?”
You hear Nightowl whisper into the top of your head.
“You're warm.”
Your lips move against his skin.
“I always am, are you only noticing now?”
Nightowl mentions while wrapping his arm around you. You hum and nod into his chest, feeling it move as he chuckles.
“You’re gonna miss the movie.”
“Don't care.”
You squeeze your boyfriend causing him to laugh again.
“Okay cutie.”
He rubs your back, soothing you.
“Like sand.”
You mumble into his skin.
“What was that cutie?:
“Your warmth, it reminds me of warm sand, you smell like the beach too.”
Nightowl takes the compliment and smiles as you doze off.
Your eyes are closed as you drift to sleep, hearing your boyfriend crawl into bed next to you. You've been dreaming of cuddling with him all day, imagining the way his arms wrap around you and pulls you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth. He does just that, and you let your apparition slip out.
“You're really warm.”
You smile as you finally feel him against you, but your body goes rigid at Quest’s reaction.
“Oh, I can move away.”
Quest already starts to shuffle away from you.
“No.”
He freezes.
“It was just an observation.”
“Oh I- I thought you were overheating. “
Quest voice lowers until it's gone, making you listen to the world. The loudest is the fan Quest prefers to have on all night, hearing it makes it seems more effective, chilling your body. You try to explain yourself hoping it will bring Quest back to you.
“I like it.”
You get no response realizing it's been a while since the conversation ended, so you clarify.
“Your warmth, I like how warm you are.”
Now the loudest noise is your breath as you wait for Quest to get the hint and warm you up. It takes so long that you physically shiver. Quest sees this and is given the confidence to speak up.
“Should I move closer?”
Sometimes you wonder if Quest has an identical twin, sometimes he's so unsure of himself and others he is riddled with confidence. You ensure that Quest is more than welcome to cuddle you.
“Yes.”
You hear and feel him move closer. His chest is close enough that you feel the heat radiate off him, but not touch you, like you want, like always.
“Closer.”
He does as you say moving a little closer, still not close enough. You take matters into your own hands, scooting back into his chest. You try to relax, but can't, something is missing.
“Quest? Please hold me.”
You whisper with your eyes closed, feeling as his arms wrap around you. Your body finally relaxing to its full ability, ready to sleep you whisper.
“I missed you, my space heater.”
You feel the slight vibrations of his deep laugh, the last sound you hear before you fall asleep.
You sat down on the couch, toasty sitting at the other end of the couch reading a graphic novel of theirs. As time goes by your body starts to feel cold on one side and warm on the other, you scoot closer to toasty after realizing that was where the heat was. Five minutes later you inch closer, then closer and closer till you are so close that you lean your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around theirs. They don't look up from their book but he still questions you.
“What's up, hun?”
“Nothin.”
“So you moved two feet closer to me for nothin?”
“Can’t I just be close to my love?”
Blush creeps up his neck and cheek at such a special name.
“Well, you don't need a reason, but I know you have a reason.”
You snuggle into the familiar warmth.
“Yeah, I do. You're warm.”
You whisper into his skin, feeling the warmth increase as his skin flushes red.
“Oh, I always thought I was cold.”
You snake your hand until you can grab their hand.
“No, you're warm, I like it, I like you.”
Toasty tries to ignore the way their whole body is heating up, trying to pretend your words don't affect him that much, but you notice and you let him play coy.
After a hard day at work, you lay on the couch, your eyes threaten to close, and you begin to relax. You finally let your eyes close, but you're still awake. Right, when you're on the edge of sleep you feel a pair of lips kiss your forehead, they're warm and familiar, and you want more. You feel as your boyfriend pulls away, without opening your eyes you reach out grabbing onto Xyx.
“Where are you going?”
Your voice is drowsy as you whine.
“Don't worry doll, I was just getting a blanket for you. You seemed cold, I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't find a way to warm you up. Now let go so I can treat you like you deserve.”
You pull your boyfriend closer, almost pulling him down onto the couch.
“No blanket, you're hot enough.”
You hear him chuckle.
“I know.”
You barely open your eyes to look at Xyx, a pout on your face. Xyx laughs a little again then continues.
“I get what you meant but I have some work to do. I'll join you after that. For now, a blanket will have to do.”
You groan as you pull Xyx into the couch, making him your little spoon as you wrap your arms around him.
“Please, Peanut?”
You beg as you kiss the back of his neck, knowing how much he loves that nickname. You smile as you feel the blush creep up his neck and hear him whisper.
Notes: An autosídhe is newer type of autocar built for speed. It is much smaller (driver and passenger) than enormous and slow autozephyrs used for public transit/troop transport and the showy autonotus used by the nobility.
Xyx’s butler took one look at your face and its promise for his employer and held the door open with a deep bow. His job had never been worth risking death and this was far from the first time. You nodded at him curtly as you stepped into the office. The scratch of his pen and the tick of the clock were the only breaks in the silence. Xyx was bent over papers, the pen writing down the thoughts you could see flit across his face briefly. This man is an idiot. Perhaps if we came at it from this angle. Any other day, watching his unguarded work face would be amusing, but today there was a price to pay. You noticed all of his piercings were in place, including the two under his lip, meaning he likely didn't have clients today. Good, if it finally came down to murder, no one would be looking for him for a while. The black outfit you had chosen, while practical for working in the shop where grease often was your makeup of happenstance, also nicely hid blood if you happened to need to pummel a certain lawyer. The click of your heels on the wood finally alerted Xyx to your presence. Green eyes blinked a few times as if surprised to see you, but the slow grin that spread across his smug face said otherwise.
“Now what is that look for ducks?” He asked innocently.
“What the hell is this?” You answered him with your own question. Toasty had stopped by the shop again that morning; something becoming a happy routine in the short two weeks since the ball. Your fellow mechanics nudged each other, catcalling the “charming couple”. Toasty, of course, looking the part of the absent-minded aristocrat; pink hair pulled back into a low tail, wisps of hair escaping, his cravat obviously hastily tied in a rush to see you. Grease and soot stain your coarse dark clothing. It never was worth wearing “good” clothes while you were working nor the skirts your mother tried to insist on. No, you were the commoner that the lord had fallen head over heels for when you rescued him from the iron dragon, or so the shop gossip liked to joke. Your mouth didn’t help the image. Toasty’s eyebrows all but disappeared at the very crass language that echoed through the boiler you had been working in. But in the end, he just laughed as you turned a shade of pink brighter than his hair. One more thing to love about him. With a smile, he had wiped away some of the soot outline left by the safety goggles before handing over the small yellow paper that you now slammed down on Xyx’s desk. Papers scattered with the breeze, but he made no move to gather them nor even glance down at the document.
“Why it looks like a memeolex, lovey?” He leaned forward resting elbows on the desk, chin on fists. You narrowed your eyes at the second nickname. Xyx knew how to push every single button you had and never hesitated to. But today you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction. Today you would stand strong and get answers. Or pummel him. Either was truly a win in your book.
“Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. No wonder you’re one of the top solicitors in the city.” Despite knowing the acid did no damage, you let the sarcasm drip from your words. All it did was earn you a fake look of pity.
“Awww, sweetling, what has your knickers all in a twist?”
“Care to explain why Earl Toasty received one invitation to afternoon tea next Thursday. In your handwriting,” Memeolex was a fairly new technology for the masses, being powered by rare aether crystals. The military and alchemists always loathed having any aether technology slip out to the public, but money spoke. And neither Xyx or Toasty were lacking in it. Your father’s shops all had memolexes, only because of the distinction of being the Queen’s favored steam mechanic. Their use was rare to prolong the life of the precious crystal. Not something to be used for ludicrous invitations to tea that had not been cleared with you.
“Perhaps because I am inviting Earl Toasty to afternoon tea next Thursday?”
“Just what are you planning?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown. Your reputation among the other nobles wasn’t much to sneeze at, especially with your preference for trousers and tools over skirts and sewing. Not to mention your very close friendship with two of the most whispered about men in the city. If the gossips actually knew even a sliver of what Xyx did, your mother would truly have a heart attack.
“Mwah?” He leaned back, hand to chest as if he’d been shot. What a drama queen, almost worse than Nightowl. You rolled your eyes. “You wound me buttercup.”
“Xyx, I swear…” Slamming your hands down on the desk, you leaned forward to be eye to eye with him. That was when you noticed. Dark circles, bloodshot eyes, the stubble; all of which were not the normal Xyx. Even his clothing, normally very dashing if he did say so himself, was rumpled and looked to have been slept in. Something was very wrong.
“Look, y/n.” You blinked rapidly at the change in his voice. This was a tone that you rarely heard, especially the older you both got. Serious, somber, real. Not the mask of a lawyer or a playboy. “You are by far the most precious thing in my life. Now you’re being married off to some man I know nothing about. Nor can I find any usable blackmail on.” His hand gently covered one of yours. There was a slight tremble in it. Sincerity and frustration? You’d known Xyx a vast majority of your life and you could count on one hand the times you’d heard those emotions from him. And both at the same time? Was the world ending? Was he really that worried about Toasty? “I just want to get a measure of the man and…” You hoped he’d stop right there; for once let this touching, vulnerable moment be. But we couldn’t have that could we? That wouldn’t be your Xyx. "And I have to see if he's man enough to handle my kitten."
“You…” That was the final straw, the one nickname you just couldn’t handle, and he knew it. All thought and reason left as you launched yourself over the desk. The chair and Xyx hit the floor with a loud thud. Your prey laid stunned beneath you as your fingers, strengthened by manual labor and many a late night tree escape, wrapped around his delicate aristocratic neck.
“Shit!” Despite the fact Xyx sat much of his day at the giant mahogany desk, he was no pampered playboy, no more than you were a weak noblewoman. This man had been your first sparring partner and despite your physical work was still somehow stronger. Surprise had given you the upper hand and he was letting you have the moment, just not actually strangle him.“You’re serious about him aren’t you, love?” Emerald green eyes held your’s, measuring the words you were about to say. The seriousness of the question surprised you, your grip loosened on his neck.
“I… I think I am.” A surge of fear warred with the spark of excitement. He grunted as you sat back on his chest mulling over the sensation. The idea of marriage had always scared you, despite the new laws, the noble households were not keen on giving their women the freedom that was due. Not even the women your age could understand your thirst for knowledge and freedom. You could count your female “acquaintance” on a single hand, your true friends numbering just three men, including the one underneath you. But Lord Toasty, he didn’t seem like the rest. His fascination with your work, and joy in your eccentricities were already evident in the short time you’d been acquainted. It wasn’t like he didn’t know all the rumors about you, some true. Nor were you deaf to the rumors about him being some sort of supernatural with the way he avoid the sunlight and noble obligations.
“Do you think he can make you happy?” Did you even know what happiness really was? Worries and anxieties always assailed you, even at moments of calm. Xyx, Nightowl, and Quest had always all gone out of their ways to try to make you happy. But that’s never what you had been looking for. To have someone who truly respected you? That no longer seemed like a pipe dream.
“I think he could be a good partner.” You felt the deep sigh in your legs as he let out the breath. What answer he’d been expecting, you couldn’t fathom.
“I’m still going to try to find something on him, but as long as you’re happy, I won’t interfere.”
“Promise?” You wrinkled your nose at him. A smile that was rarer than an aether crystal greeted your eyes. It reminded you how much of a handsome rogue your best friend was. One day, you hoped he’d find someone who could truly respect and care for the real him.
“Promise.” You softly smile back leaning over to touch foreheads just as you had as children. When Xyx promised something to you, there was nothing short of death that would make him break it. “Now as much as I like you in this position, it might give someone the wrong idea.”
“Just you.” You swatted him playfully before rolling to the side so he could rise. “Everyone else would rightly assume I’m attempting to murder you.”
“So, tea next week?” He asked, offering a hand in assistance. You gracefully accepted, knees a bit creaky from clipping the desk earlier.
“We will be there. And you all will behave.”
“If that is the punishment for misbehaving…” You raised an eyebrow, daring him to continue. For the first time today, he wisely didn’t. “We will be on our best behavior,” he said making a show of straightening his mussed vest and dusting
“Why does that scare me so much?” Despite those words, a grin crossed your face as you leaned up to kiss his cheek feeling the stubble. “Don’t forget to eat and sleep.”
“But those are so mundane,” he whined. You just shook your head at the familiar exchange. Vocally worrying about him was never allowed, but you still worried. With his father’s illness and recent death, his workload had increased exponentially. It used to be him sneaking you out the window for one of Nightowl’s late-night performances or dragging you to an illegal autosídhe race just so you could drool over the modified engines. But now you were the unannounced midnight visitor bearing copious amounts of his favorite food and drinks, covering him with a blanket when he fell asleep, pen in hand. Hopefully Toasty wouldn’t mind you continuing the watch on your best friend. Even if he did… you weren’t about to let Xyx work himself to death. It was a topic you’d have to broach after the two met.
“I’m sorry the rest of the world isn’t as exciting as you. Goodbye, Xyx.”
“Y/N.”
“Hmmm?” His heart thumped loudly as you glanced over your shoulder. Green eyes traced the softened curves of your face, so different from the anger from moments before. That dreamy look, one he had often hoped to inspire, wasn’t for him. It would never be him “I…” Always a coward. Such simple words that he could never say when you could possibly hear them. Only in the quiet of darkness and dreams. “Nevermind.” You uttered no words; just a single curious look before closing his office door behind you. You knew him so well. Don’t push, don’t pry. Just let me be. No other woman could ever understand that, nor had they ever tried. And now… the click of the lock had never sounded so final.
It is impossible to deny how hard your work is… and Toasty watches closely as you arrive each time more tired back home. Because of that, they decided to give you a very unexpected service when you finally came back to his arms. Please, allow them to please you tonight.
cw: explicit nsfw, oral, gn reader, nakedtoaster x reader
minors dni
Sometimes, you actually wonder if this job you have is worth all the effort you put into it. You wonder if the bad sleep hours and the terrible eating habits you developed due the lack of time to a decent lunch break. You wonder if Toasty was right after all and maybe you should try to find another one. You never actually liked to work there and the only thing that was making you stay there was the fear of changing, which followed you no matter where you went.
Your face was starting to show the signs of such a lack of care of your own health, and particularly, for your loved one it was a heartbreaking vision. They already had put inside their mind that their words won’t be enough to make you give up from such an exhausting work that slowly drains your soul… but each time you appeared more and more tired day after day of work, their worries about your mental and physical health only increased.
However, this particular day was more than ever clear that the stress that you carried over your shoulders was a bit too much and were driving you to a point of no coming back. Your eye bags were bigger than ever and your whole body only wanted to lay down as fast as possible in the comfort bed that you shared with the one who was able to steal your fragile heart… It was like that at any moment, you would just fall to the floor and lose your own conscience due how overworked you were. And because of noticing that this day had been particularly rough, your boyfriend didn’t think twice before asking you to lay on the bed and spread your legs after you came back from the warm bath, who kindly embraced your skin.
The long haired man sometimes could be considered a bit awkward when the subject was a more intimate touch, however, they truly were a master when the subject was making you squirm with pleasure. Your fingers strongly held the blankets as they kindly stimulated your most sensitive spot, being rewarded with sweet moans you had no shame to allow out of your soft lips, which you bit as a way to repress such a pleasure who was taking control of your senses.
Toasty is glad to say the least… he is glad to see you so closely melting due the provocative touches he left over your body, he is glad to hear all those sweet noises that come out from your mouth. The work his tongue could do was just so good… it was just like you were receiving a sweet dose of some kind of drug and slowly becoming addicted to such a feeling. The passion and effort this lovely person putted over making you feel good was heartwarming, and surely, you were glad to watch your lover working into licking and stimulating with his thin fingers every single part of your genitalia that could make you feel good. You ran your hands over his blond hair, which progressively became purple… and with care, you helped him out, guiding his head through the movements that would be most proper to do to finally drive you to the edge of pleasure.
You had met with their blue eyes who were deeper than their own ocean… and just by that, you already could tell they were pretty much enjoying themself, loving so much to eat you up this way, to taste a bit of what you could offer them. It didn’t take much time for this sensation of ecstasy to start to increase in insane levels, making you bring one of your hands to your mouth, so this way you could suppress all those lewd noises. Your whole body was shaking, which was a green flag to your beloved only to intensify his attempts to drive you completely crazy.
Finally, you reached your limit… you didn’t take much time to finally give in and cum. Gasping for air, you tried your best to recompose yourself after such a night of pleasure… looking for your partner, you couldn’t avoid noticing how red his cheeks were. Softly giggling to yourself, you didn’t think twice before wrapping your own arms around his tall and slim silhouette.
How lucky you were by having someone like him at your side.
author’s note ; angst! :D anyways I’ve decided to keep adding onion and june from here on forward! Onion purely out of obligation, but June because I adore her. I want more june content— send all june content my way! I love her more than anything <3 enjoy the angst! :)
NIGHTOWL —
— Nightowl smiles softly at your messages of encouragement in your private channel. He responds with his usual cheery gratitude before letting out a soft sigh. You were always so kind to him— to everyone in the server. He liked you and had for a long time. He looked forward to every call, every text, every photo that you’d send his way. He was head over heels for you, but would you really ever pick someone like him? Would you ever love someone like him?
— After all, he had quite the possessive streak. He was the jealous type— not to mention clingy, overly affectionate— and he wasn’t some fancy STEM major like some of the other server members were. He was far from perfect. He wanted to be someone you deserved— wanted to be someone you’d give your attention to, but alas, he was almost certain that you didn’t like him. You saw him platonically. It’d never shift into the affection he wanted it to be.
— He put his head down as he set his status to offline. They were having a group call— you’d be there, but he didn’t want to be dragged into it. Not tonight— he couldn’t. He knew that those ugly feelings of jealousy would return. He’d see you smile at the others, show them the same care you showed him, all while he had to wait and wonder what it’d be like to be yours. He felt tears well up, not out of sadness, but frustration. Why couldn’t he just tell you? At least if he got rejected— maybe he could move on.
— If he heard it from you himself that he didn’t have a chance, it’d be painful. But at least he could stop entertaining the possibility— finally stop wishful thinking, mindlessly hoping that one day you’d be his. But as far as he was concerned, he was far too anxious to ever directly say that he liked you. Scared of the rejection he might face— scared to face the potential reality of you not feeling the same for him.
— He hoped that you’d understand his advances— pleaded that the flirting and compliments and pet names would get through to you. Maybe he’d get lucky and you would reciprocate— return the flirting and the pet names— give him the confidence he needed to confess to you. Because in a world where you did return his teasing and hapless flirting, he’d be more confident that you liked him and wanted to be with him— he’d feel it mutually between you both.
— But that was but a distant daydream. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a guess as to how he’d ever manage to get over you. You treated him like a friend. Just a friend. The tears continued to slip as he groaned out of pure frustration, wanting so badly for someone to tell him he was gonna be okay. Usually that person was you, but he couldn’t bring himself to ask for your support. Not when it was you he’d be talking about. Not when it’s you he’s desperately pining after.
— He has to settle with accepting the fact that you’ll never love him. And that he may never be able to bring himself to confess to you. The thought alone makes him wanna break— but for the time being, there wasn’t much he could do.
— If only Nightowl could see. If only he could’ve seen the way your face fell when you joined the call only to find him absent. If only he realized that you’d only wanted to join in order to spend time with him. Perhaps if he saw the way your smile fell in his absence, the questions you asked regarding where he was and if he was okay— maybe then he’d know. He’d know that you loved him just as much as he loved you.
— You just didn’t know how to express that to him.
QUEST —
— Quest glanced at your icon, still offline. It wasn’t a shock or anything considering that you were working, but he so desperately wanted you to come online. You always brightened up his day every time you both talked and he always found himself like this. Waiting for you to come online so he could talk to you— ask you about your day, get your mind off of your many stresses of daily life. You always expressed so much appreciation to him for his help in comforting you, but he was more than happy to do so.
— He loved you and if his conversation, presence and company could help you destress— he’d drop everything in a heartbeat, fly out and spend an entire day with you if he could. But he never told you. Not yet, at least. He wasn’t entirely sure how you felt about him. For the most part, you’ve shown him kindness, always remained non-judgmental of others, and did everything you could to reciprocate the support he gave so freely to you.
— But you were like that with everyone. Your messages to all of your friends in the server were punctuated with hearts, filled with compliments and support. Was he special? Did you do something differently with him that you didn’t do with anyone else? If you did, he never noticed. Besides, what reason did you have to like him? He wasn’t exactly the best role model. He was an ex-felon, working some dead-end job. He didn’t have much of a social life outside of the server and if he wasn’t moderating the server or on call with you, he was working his ass off.
— What did he bring to the table that’d make him attractive in your eyes? You were genuine— a responsible, intelligent, loving and admirable person that deserved the absolute best. Could Quest really be that for you…? He highly doubted it. Usually he’d go for what he wanted— just directly say to you that he loved you and wanted to be with you— but he was afraid. What if he lost you?
— He already had something so special with you. An intimate bond— a close friendship. Was it really worth risking just to see if his romantic attraction was reciprocated? Would you really give him the time of day or even consider him as a partner? He had no clue. He wanted to keep a positive mindset and tell himself that it would be worth it— that any response would be better than never knowing if you felt the same. Anything would be better than finding out he had a chance, but didn’t take it. But he couldn’t. He typed it out countless times, but never quite got the courage to hit the send button. In every call with you— the words got caught in his throat. He just couldn’t.
— He knew that he’d eventually have to accept that he couldn’t confess. He couldn’t be with you. You didn’t feel the same adoration he did. One day he’d have to grow to be okay with that fact. No matter how much it hurt— no matter how much he wanted you to be his angel, as long as he couldn’t say the words, it’d never happen. With a sigh, he went offline. He didn’t want to think about it— he wanted to think of anything else.
— What he didn’t realize was that on your side of the screen, your face had fallen seeing him go offline just as you had gone online. You had been planning to ask him to call— a confession written on paper that you had been rehearsing for what felt like forever. You were finally going to tell him how much you adored his kindness and gentle nature— but he went offline before you could even ask. You sighed and folded up the paper.
— Oh well. Maybe it was a sign. The universe telling you that it wasn’t a good idea— wasn’t reciprocated. That wouldn’t stop you. Hopefully tomorrow would be better. Hopefully, you’d be able to tell Quest what you’ve been feeling for so long. And maybe if you were lucky, he’d accept with that same, warm smile you were so used to.
XYX —
— Xyx gave a small smirk and made a quiet comment before leaving the call with you. He let his facade fall and sighed, leaning back in his chair and covering his face. Did you notice him staring at you through the camera? Did you see the slight flush of his cheeks when you complimented him? Did you realize that he spent the entire call biting his tongue— holding back from letting all of his emotions spill?
— Next time, he told himself, next call— he’d definitely tell you how he felt. He’d sweep you off your feet and his desperate pining would be history. At least, that’s what he hoped for. That’s what he’d been longing for.
— He moved his hands from his face as he felt a familiar, fluffy weight in his lap and he looked at Cat. Their tail swished behind them, watching Xyx carefully as if they knew that he’d, once again, backed out from confessing to you. He rolled his eyes lightly and smiled.
— “Don’t look at me like that! I’ll… I’ll tell them soon. I swear it, Cat. I just…” He trailed off, a distant look in his eyes. The same question had been ringing in his mind for… who knows how long now. Since he first started liking you, maybe? The question of if you even felt the same or not. Yes, he could flirt all he wanted— keep up a suave disposition, but when it came to actually sitting down and talking to you about his deepest, genuine affections that he held for you? That was an entirely different story.
— You were the first person he opened up to. The first that he shared his intimate, dark thoughts with. You were the first one that he could truly be himself around. He could be upset, happy, pissed, depressed— it didn’t matter. You’d be there with a smile on your face, ready to listen, support, distract— whatever Xyx needed. He felt it was only natural that he fell in love with you. You were incredibly thoughtful and non-judgmental. He felt comfortable around you. He felt like he could be himself in your presence.
— He’d been planning on confessing for what felt like weeks now— but every time he came close, your eyes would meet through the screen and he’d slip up— letting out some last minute joke instead of the confession he wanted so desperately to give. He just couldn’t. Because what if you didn’t feel the same about him? What if the feeling wasn’t even the slightest bit mutual and you only viewed him in a platonic light?
— The thought terrified him because he cared so much for you. He knew that there was a chance you felt the same, but he couldn’t ignore the possibility of you feeling otherwise. He always flirted, but you simply flustered and brushed it off. You never reciprocated his flirtatious comments. Sure, you gave compliments of your own— but they were always sincere. Ones that made him stutter over his words— made heat rush to his face and always put a sheepish, slightly embarrassed smile on his face. But you complimented everyone. You gave your support and affections to the whole server— so what made him different from anyone else?
— It only fueled his fear that you didn’t like him back, which only caused him to further postpone his confession. He kept giving himself excuses— but he had no idea who he was trying to satisfy with his empty encouragement and sorry excuses. No one else heard them but himself, but perhaps he was just trying to convince himself that he wasn’t in an endless cycle of never confessing. He wanted to believe that yes— today wasn’t the right day, but he would do it. One day he would say exactly how he felt— tell you how much he wanted to kiss you, wanting to fly out and meet you just for that reason.
— But he knew it was circumstantial in nature. In truth, he’d made no progress these past few weeks— not any closer to a confession than he was before. He rested his head in his hands and sighed. Maybe he should just give up— he wasn’t the best choice in partner. He was an adrenaline junkie who sought a distraction the moment things got difficult. Someone who struggled to discuss his emotions— a person that built up the tallest walls to protect himself. You deserved better than that. That’s what he thought.
— Nevertheless, he’d still have to be honest with you one day. That way at least the rejection could be over with and he could accept that you’d never be anything more than a friend, even if he so badly wanted to be by your side.
— Little did he know, however, that you went straight into your private channel with Toasty after the call with Xyx— heading into a call with him and letting out another long sigh.
— “Let me guess, you chickened out again?” Toasty muttered and your face flushed and you nodded.
— “I’ll tell him one day! I just… feel like he’s hiding something from me, so I’m hesitant. Maybe he doesn’t feel the same, yknow? Xyx isn’t the easiest to read. Even over call.” You muttered. Besides. He was attractive beyond belief and had quite the way with words. He could have anything he wanted and more. Sure, you cared for him and supported him— but you were probably nothing more than a friend to him.
— Right?
NAKEDTOASTER —
— Toasty gave a small smile, waving quietly at you as you leave his apartment, your things in tow. Another night spent together. He let out a long sigh as his face flushed— how could you call him cute and compliment his voice so casually? Did you have any idea just how much of an effect you had on him? He adored you. Some days he wondered how he hung out with you in a daily basis and kept it together— not breaking down completely in a furious blush. How had he not just lamented and told you just how much he loved you? How much he wanted to be yours.
— He’d fallen faster than he realized— not intending to fall in love, but somehow managing to without even noticing. It started rather simply. You two met up once the server censors had lightened. You had shown genuine interest in FFVIX and even started playing without needing Toasty to bother you about it constantly. You both started calling pretty frequently after that, and soon enough, it evolved into you coming over to his apartment so you could raid together.
— Some days, he just sat and rambled instead. Surprising to some, but not to you, that he just wanted to just talk as opposed to playing Final Fantasy. You both just sat together in his office as he talked your ear off about his troubles, nerves, bloonini— anything that interests him. Because he knows you’ll listen, regardless of the topic. If he needs comfort, however, you’ll both sit on his bed instead.
— You’re affectionate with close friends, so he would ask you to play with his hair— braid it, run your fingers through it, while he ranted about whatever troubled him that day. He finds a comfort in your warmth, feeling his previous stresses melt away at your touch. The first time you offered platonic physical affection to comfort him— that’s when he realized just how far he’d fallen for you. He’d been humming in content at the touch, glanced up at you and saw how you looked at him— and his face flushed. You worried, asking if he felt feverish— but he brushed it off. All that had happened was that he finally realized that he adored you. They wanted to be with you. Toasty wished he could be yours.
— However, he wasn’t the best when it came to picking up on how other people felt, so he had no idea how you felt towards him. He knew you were affectionate with all of your friends, supportive of all of the server members— was he special in any way? Did you reserve those soft expressions for all of your friends, or was it just him? He hoped that was the case. That those expressions were meant for him alone— meant only to express your own adoration for him. But he couldn’t get his hopes up— because in all honesty, he didn’t know. And that scared him.
— He so badly wanted to confess to you— return the compliments, tell you that he loved you. But he didn’t want to lose the bond you both had already— he didn’t want to make things awkward, or get the wrong idea and see something that wasn’t there. He wanted it to be mutual, though. He desperately wanted it to be. You were one of the few people to show genuine interest in his passions— listened to him rant— showed him complete honesty— and you were incredibly caring and supportive of him.
— Even so, he found it hard to believe that you’d ever like him. You were charming, attractive— you could find a much more suitable partner. One that didn’t stay up into the late hours of the night on some video game— one that didn’t call you in the early hours of dawn, asking you to come over and support them— one that could give you the attention you deserved. Toasty was often busy. He didn’t always have time to spend with you, but he tried his best. He just… felt like his best wasn’t enough. Perhaps you’d only ever see him as a close friend. Maybe you’d find someone more nurturing who’d make plenty of time for you— but it probably wouldn’t be him.
— He let out a soft sigh, glancing over at his computer monitor at the countless server messages and the pings from his friends. He logged off of the server before his eyes drifted to the gift he’d gotten you. He shoved it in one of his desk drawers before deciding to play FFXIV to distract himself from everything.
— He didn’t want to think about the fact that you’d probably find someone else. He didn’t want to address that one day, you wouldn’t come over and comfort him at the early hours of the morning— one day, you’d find someone to love. A life partner. And it wouldn’t be him. It wouldn’t be him even if he wanted it to be so badly.
— However, little did Toasty know that all of the pings— the messages in the server— would’ve told him exactly what he wanted to hear sooner. You had accidentally let it spill to Xyx that you were in love with Toasty, and the server troll decided to let that information loose in the general chat. Attempts to get Toasty online to read the conversation were fruitless and you told everyone not to mind it. You loved him, yes, but you never wanted to pressure him into anything.
— You figured that he probably saw the conversation, and just didn’t feel the same. That was fine with you. Even if it hurt, as long as you could support him as his close friend, you were fine if it didn’t evolve into anything more. But you still hoped that maybe you’d get lucky and he’d like you romantically, just how you liked him.
— Oh well. It was nothing but a passing daydream, anyway.
ONIONTHIEF —
— Onion sighed in frustration, hung up after the call he just had with you. You were everything he wanted in a partner. He wanted to be the perfect boyfriend for you— but he couldn’t bring himself to tell you about just how much he adored you. He didn’t know how you felt— how embarrassing would it be if you rejected him completely? If all of the signs he’d been seeing were nothing more than his mind playing tricks on him— just wishful thinking on his part— he’d never be able to face you again. He’d be far too embarrassed and his own pride would be too damaged to recover from something as humiliating as that.
— At the same time, though, what good would come from hiding it? What if he lost you to someone else? He wouldn’t blame anyone else if they had romantic interest in you. You were direct, intelligent, yet still kind-hearted and considerate of others. You let Onion talk about all of the achievements he was proud of— you actually cheered him on. No one else did that for him. Not only that, you never expected absolute perfection from him like everyone else in his life did— expecting nothing but the highest marks and stating that he should never struggle if he was so smart. But you… you never held him to that standard. You never held that sentiment.
— He thought it to be pity at first, but the more he talked to you— the closer you two got— he realized that it wasn’t pity. You never had any doubts in his ability. You knew he could succeed in whatever he set his mind to, but you just knew that even if he never admitted it, he struggled, too. And you thought that was completely okay. Struggling to motivate yourself, having trouble with a topic— getting a not so perfect score— you never judged him for any of it. You supported him, encouraged him— helped him in any way you could. Onion tried to convince himself that it didn’t affect him.
— Sure, you were the most considerate person he’s met. You actually made an effort to get to know him despite the dispositions the rest of the server held towards him. Despite how direct he was, how often he bickered with others and how rude he could come off— you never let that cloud your own personal judgement. You got to know him for yourself— and he tried to tell himself that it wasn’t anything special. He didn’t like you in any other way aside from platonic… right? Oh, who was he kidding? He wasn’t exactly convincing himself. If his rapid heartbeat, slight blush and desire to be by your side was anything to go on, he had been in love with you longer than he’d ever care to admit.
— He wanted to tell you— wanted you to be his. He’d tried on multiple occasions, but he was always immediately discouraged when he saw your kindness throughout the server— showing your warmth to everyone else, including him. Right, of course. He wasn’t special to you. He was just another one of your close friends— just like everyone else.
— It left a bitter taste in his mouth. Was he not enough? Was he too mean? If he was nicer and more welcoming like Nightowl— maybe if he were impartial like Quest, funny like Xyx— or even as successful as Toaster— maybe then you’d give him a chance. Maybe then you’d view him not as a friend, but as a romantic partner?
— He wanted a chance. He wanted to be what you wanted— but he was far too prideful to ask you about anything love related, lest you find out that he feels so much for you. He knew he was smart, had many achievements and successes of his own— but that was all surface level. Could he be the kind, gentle, affectionate partner he thought you wanted— the one he thought you deserved? He was unsure. Sure, he could easily outmatch anyone in intellect (or so he thought), but as much as he hated to admit it, when it came to love?
— Anyone in the server would he a better match for you. Everyone else had more confidence when it came to that. Onion wasn’t the type to get suitors at all— didn’t have people complimenting him or asking him out. People often didn’t look beyond his book smarts— figuring that with his stoic demeanor, that was his only redeemable trait. But you saw past that. You saw the Onion that worked tirelessly to take care of his family— the one who cared so much for those close to him, but didn’t know how to express it. The one who desperately wanted someone to cheer him on and tell him that he was doing good— and that was exactly what you did.
— He didn’t want to lose that. He didn’t want to risk chasing you away with his feelings for you. Even so, would you even believe him if he said something so outlandish as “I love you?” Or would you laugh it off and assume that he’d be mean enough to play some cruel joke on you? He had no idea, and he didn’t intend to find out.
— So what if you fell in love with someone else? He couldn’t let it bother him, lest he let it tear him up from the inside. He’d have to just. Bite his tongue and keep it to himself even if he longed for your company. It was better this way. He couldn’t confess to you unless he was certain he could be the perfect partner. And as far as he could tell, he was the farthest from that standard as he could be. So he’d keep it to himself.
— Little did he know, though. That you were having a conversation with Nightowl and June— the two knew Onion the best out of everyone else and you questioned how you could tell if he liked you— if he’d push you away if you confessed. Would you lose him if he didn’t reciprocate? All questions they tried their best to answer for you— but it was useless.
— You felt entirely helpless, completely head over heels for Onion, but… you couldn’t read him. Sure, he spared you the time of day and was polite to you, let you talk about your own passions— but you assumed it was because you allowed him the space to do the same. You assumed it was merely out of courtesy, not any sort of affection or love for you.
— You sighed, your conversation leaving you with more questions, rather than answers. You glanced at Onion’s icon before deciding that perhaps it was best if you didn’t tell him.
— You couldn’t. You loved him too much to risk losing him to your own frivolous feelings.
//: JUNE —
— June smiles softly as she watches you type in the private channel that you both share. It was created initially for you both to make theories together, but it eventually turned into a little safe haven for you both. You talked bloomic, art, various fanbases— something that she was so glad to share with you. At first, you two were merely friends who wanted to talk strictly bloomic, but as time went on, it evolved into so much more for June.
— You truly got to know her in a way no one else in the server did. You knew of her perfectionist nature, supported her when she was being a harsh self critic— reassured her when she felt incompetent in comparison to others. You always told her that she never needed to compare because she was perfect the way she was. Talented, pretty, smart, compassionate and full of energy. What wasn’t there to like? June never got told those sorts of things much before, so every time you say it. Every word of reassurance— every affirmation makes her blush, stutter over her words and smile. It’s hard for her to be upset in your presence.
— For the most part, at least. It’s nice to get lost in the conversations you have in the private channel— but she has to remind herself that she’s unsure if her affections are mutual. She has to remind herself that you aren’t dating— she isn’t yours. She wasn’t even sure you felt that way— probably only seeing her as a friend. She wants to insist— criticize herself. Her mind screams at her and tells her it’s because she isn’t perfect— she isn’t good enough for you and you deserve so much more than she can give you.
— Yet, she reads back on your old messages, some she’s screenshotted for moments like these. It reminds her that you’ve always been transparent with her in telling her that she’s enough— more than enough for anyone she may have feelings for. She remembered that conversation— having asked you if she’d make a good girlfriend. You assured her that anyone would be lucky to have her. She was kind, creative, and thoughtful. If they couldn’t see that, you’d insist that they were blind. June’s heart filled with warmth at your words, but quickly she returned back to her thoughts.
— Had you known that she was talking about you? The amazing person who knew her for who she was— the one that made her excited to wake up every morning just so they could chat— the one that would make her heart skip a beat when they said her name— did you know it was you who she was referencing? She didn’t know. If you had known, maybe you didn’t feel the same and didn’t want to hurt her? But… if you didn’t know and she had said all that when you had feelings for her… were you deterred? Did you think she was talking about someone else?
— How could she be? No one else willingly delved into her interests, asked for her updates on her art and theories, checked in with her when she’s been gone for a bit, supported her when she was upset— she could go on and on. You’ve been a rock in her life: someone to lean on, a shoulder to cry on, a person who she loved so truly and deeply.
— She wanted to tell you— to get it all off her chest, but she couldn’t lose you. You were too special. She wanted to ask for advice again— but how could she? You were the first person she went to to talk about her deeper emotions. Should she take the leap? Should she play it safe? She had so many questions— and no answers. She let out a soft sigh, glancing at your icon once more before typing out that she had to rest for the night, and that whatever you were typing would have to wait until the morning, unfortunately. She apologized before walking over to her bed and laying back, staring up at the ceiling.
— She can’t tell you. If you didn’t feel the same, she’d never be able to handle it. She loved you too much to go through the pain of having to lose you to her own emotions. That didn’t mean she was even a little happy about it, though. She let a few tears slip, glancing the artwork she’d made for you, but kept backing out of giving to you. Her as Xander, you as Lola. The insinuation clear in the pose and the affectionate expressions. It was for the best that she didn’t tell you. At least that was what she tried to tell herself.
— On the other side of the screen, you sighed, wishing June a good night after deleting the confession paragraph you’d been typing out. So much for an impulsive act of courage. You loved her, but you never seemed able to get a chance to tell her that. You were starting to get discouraged at the constant obstacles— logging off and heading to bed.
— You thought of June, how sweet she was and how much you’d grown to adore her. Maybe this was a sign that you should appreciate the friendship instead of seeking something more. Even if it was, it didn’t stop you from wanting so desperately to tell her— to scream to the rooftops that you were in love with June and wanted to ask her to be yours.
— Maybe luck would be on your side tomorrow. Hopefully.
Omg okay—but like, imagine a fic where Toasty is playing FFXIV and reader walks in, sits on his lap, distracting him and messing him up in his game 🤭🫣 begging you to make this please 🙏 (nsfw if you will ;))
Sure. I couldn't keep the ask 100% NSFW, but it still pretty suggestive. I hope you enjoy it, sorry for taking too much time to finish it. :)
Sometimes, all you needed was a bit of attention… but what would happen when your boyfriend pays more attention to such a silly MMO instead of his beloved lover? Well, surely the result would be quite messy, to say the least.
cw: gn reader, suggestive content (nsfw?)
minors dni
Sometimes, all a person needs is a bit of attention from the one who stole their heart… Sometimes, all they crave are some kisses and touches, a bit of love in such a lonely moment. Sometimes, all your boyfriend needs to do is to stop playing Final Fantasy XIV and pay some attention to the needs you carry - which in this case, it wasn’t something Toasty was doing.
The one with long hair was clearly more interested in raiding his beloved game than actually paying attention at how much you needed a bit of his love at the moment… and all this made you bite the inside of your cheek in disappointment. All you wanted was to feel his hands running all over your body, to feel the warmth of his skin against yours, to just give him your soul who needed more than anything else in this world a bit of pleasure.
However, all this made you have a malicious idea… a malicious idea which would definitely disconcert a bit your lovely lover. As you came closer to them, the one with beautiful diamond blue eyes fixed their glasses at their face and looked up to you, wondering what you were doing and pretty curious about your intentions… And surely, they got quite surprised the moment you got over their laps, with this provocative grin over your lips. The tall figure started to feel hotter and hotter as the red took fully part of their face.
“What are you doing?” asked the male towards you, with his usual voice, not actually paying much attention to the situation - something that he would regret pretty soon. You could easily notice his cheeks becoming slightly more pink and feel against his chest his heart beating a little bit faster… which surely was a sign to the path of success to you. Putting a kind smile on your lips, pretending it was a simple innocent act with no second intentions behind it, you answered him “Oh, I just wanted to see my boyfriend playing… any problem, sweetie?”. Oh, you were such a vicious liar… you were so cruel with this poor boy, and surely, he quite loved this side of you.
Swallowing, he gripped strongly the mouse of his computer and tried his best to focus on his game… however, allowing him to pay attention wasn’t something that was in your plans. Without the slightest mercy inside your heart, you moved yourself around, just like you were trying to find a comfortable position over the thin thighs of your boyfriend. Such an action made this poor person so embarrassed… he just wanted to strongly grip your waist and make you stop moving so much.
But it wasn’t like they were bothered by such actions… they must say: as much you were driving them mad, they were quite into such a lewd provocation you were performing over their legs. Each second that passed, it was more clear how much they were being affected by you, how you were able to successfully accomplish your plan. With a cruel grin on your lips, you asked the blond figure: “What is happening dear? You look so… adorable.”
At this point, the man already knew plenty well that this angelic expression you had over your face was only a lie, a way to hide the true intentions you had behind such a seemingly innocent action. Finally, you heard him muttering something to his partners in such a raid, before disconnecting his headphones and closing the game… without thinking twice, he strongly gripped your tights and buried his face at your neck, trying to somehow calm his beating heart. Hah, you had success on your mission to mess up with this boy.
You turned in his direction, running your hands over his chest and arriving until a certain down area, gently resting there. Such a thing made the poor man arche at your touches, however, this reaction only incresed once your locked your soft lips over his bare neck.
Now, Toasty was all yours… You will be sure to kiss him, provoke him and drain every single drop of stamina that he may have inside such a body. You were ready to enjoy pretty much the attention your boyfriend wanted so badly to give you… no, that he NEEDED to give you.
