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.
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Note: I was listening to Kiss Me and it reminded me of Quest a LOT so here we go!!
Quest held your hand as you dangled on the tire hanging from the tree. You swayed gently whenever the wind blew by. He sat on a plaid blanket with an eco bag of snacks, a bottle of cold soda soaking its spot with moisture.
“It’s so peaceful out here,” you say as autumn leaves rustled and the birds sang symphonies as they flew—something from a children’s book. “This was what I imagined whenever I hear that song—what was it called again?”
Quest asks, “How does it go?”
“Like, uhm, kiss me, out of the bearded barley,” you sang lazily, the same tune coming afterwards but with no lyrics.
“Kiss Me, angel,” your boyfriend said, rubbing circles on your palm.
“Geez, I know I’m a good singer, baby; didn’t know I was that good!” This made him chuckle, bringing your heart to life once more. If Quest calls you an angel, then he must be a god. The sun seemed to glow around him like a halo, bright and blinding. There were no words to describe how much you love this man. Overwhelming? Abundant? Whatever it was, you were happy.
“That’s the title of the song, Y/N. Although,” he spun your swing so you could face him, his hands tracing the shape of your thighs. “I wouldn’t mind a kiss right now.”
You leaned closer to him, holding his face, holding the world. Then before your lips drew to his, both your heartbeats trembling with anticipation, you said, “I bought some kisses earlier, it’s in the bag.”
“Angel,” he whined, pulling away from your closeness.
“I’m joking! C’mere, kiss me.”
You pulled him back to your forehead, breath upon breath. It was him who finally initiated his tender lips on yours, and it made your heart smile. Fireworks sparked in your chest and at the bottom of your stomach as the corners of your mouth grew to your ears.
“Did you use mouthwash?”
“Oh, come on, angel!” You both burst out laughing after this. “Ruined a perfectly cute moment there,” he chuckles.
Prompt: A scenario where xyx’s partner manages to out flirt them.
Word count: 500
Warning: None just disgustingly sweet maple syrupy lovely fluff.
It all started with your amusement park visit last weekend when he kissed you on the highest rollercoaster. Not only were you overwhelmed by the height you were at, but you were also a blushing mess. When you got off the roller coaster, all you could see was his smug grin looking back at you. He was pleased with himself knowing the reaction he could get out of you. That was the last straw, you thought to yourself. You had to get back at him for his teasing and for your dignity as well. You had even the playing field.
On a late Friday night, you were watching a space documentary. You had both left work early and were now relaxing on the sofa. You leaned into him, his hand on your shoulder. You were babbling about how many earths could fit inside Jupiter. He always found it endearing to hear you ramble. It was adorable to him. But you knew better; it was all part of your plan.
"About 1300 earth would be required to fit in Jupiter." You said this while intently studying him.
"Is that so, doll?" he hums back, a lazy smile on his face.
“but do you know how I can fit the entire world in my hands?” You said looking smug.
That question piqued his interest; how could that be? Is this one of your science facts, he wondered. "What exactly do you mean? "How is that possible?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on you.
You couldn't help but grin as you cupped his face in your hand.
“there. I have my entire world in my hands, now” You said pleased with yourself as you see his ears turn red.
“D-d-oll .. I-” He was stuttering over his words, you had caught him completely off guard. He laughed and tried to hide behind his hands, hoping you wouldn't notice how flustered you had him.
“Oh my, it looks like I have competition now,” He said trying to look away, he couldn't show his face to you, it would be completely red by now.
But you pulled his collar and forced him to look into your eyes.
“Now, don't shy away. Let me see your face, cutie.” You said with a playful glint and smirk.
That flustered him more, and a deep shade of red set on his face. He is completely melted. He giggles quietly while giving you a forehead kiss and looks back at you.
“Is this view good enough for you, doll?” He said with affection lingering in his eyes.
could you do a toaster x trans masc reader who got their period and gets dysphoria from it? thank you if you do we for this ask
Anon yr literally in my head what the flip. Im transmasc and got this ask the DAY my period started ;; but anyways uh the pain is real. as of writing this i'm sitting in english class, supposed to be writing an essay, but instead i'm dying of cramps in my little corner of the classroom. Writing this for 4 u and very much for me lmao. Thank u anon. Enjoy the hcs. Might write a fic, who knows? Fuck around n find out in the next episode
Non-transmasc readers can read this too, just ignore the parts that are specific to transmasc readers lol.
✿ NakedToaster x Transmasc reader on his period ✿
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Ngl. he doesn’t really exactly know what to do at first, but he eventually figures out what’s up.
But he’ll ask you what you need him to do, or if you want him to do anything.
He knows that you get a lot of dysphoria from it, and he tries to be as comforting as they can
Assures you that it doesn’t make you any less of a man, and you're still a man regardless. You'll always be his wonderful boyfriend, and he’ll be here for you.
He makes it a point to use lots of affirming language to help comfort you about your dysphoria
Calling you things like ‘my handsome boy’ ‘man’ ‘dude’, etc, etc.
When you’re cuddling, he’ll try and make sure to avoid touching spots that you're dysphoric about because he doesn’t wanna make you uncomfortable.
But he always offers to cuddle at night if you’re having cramps
They’ll hold you close, with his hands over your stomach in some sort of attempt to ease the pain.
He’ll probably go out to the store and buy you anything and everything you need
We all know he loves to spoil you.
But during your period? Oh he pampers you. Like A LOT.
He knows you're a bit more sensitive/vulnerable during this time, and he knows how bad your dysphoria can get too during this time, too.
Orders food that he knows you like and/or find comforting. Hes not too confident in his cooking, so he just orders.
Does anything you ask, and it is always there at your call.
Makes sure you have everything you need. Comfy clothes, heating pads, water, snacks, all that.
If it's REALLY bad, they’ll even see if they can stay and work from home just to stay there with you.
The thought that it’s digging into his raid hours crosses his mind, but his boyfriend is more important.
He probably does some research into how to help, and things that could be gender affirming for you, etc.
Makes you tea
He's just generally really understanding and supportive with you. He hates seeing you hurting and dysphoric, so he just wants to help.
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Ayoooo, can I get a fic of how the blooming panic Li’s would react if mc immediately gave them an intense, heart stopping, romantic comedy kiss the second they meet in real life? I am just so in love with the way you write. Marry me?? :0 💍
𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. first meet kiss
characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, toasty
tags ; fluff, comfort
author’s note ; I love love love this idea! This is a cute, fluffy headcanon set with just the LIs, so I hope you all enjoy! And although I appreciate the offer, lovely anon, I’ll have to reject your marriage proposal. I will, however, continue to be an author that happily delivers your writing requests <33 oooo side note! If any of y’all know any artists with open commissions that are willing to draw bloomic, message me! I wanna com a new icon B) ahhh! enough from me! enjoy 💕
NIGHTOWL —
— You were feeling giddy as you sat in the plane. Only a few more hours and you’d be with Nightowl in person for the entire week! You’d expressed your excitement to your boyfriend for weeks leading up to your flight departure— and somehow, he was even more excited than you were. He’d been so happy when the plans had been finalized— hardly able to sleep as the date neared. It pained you both that you would be without any sort of internet service for the flight, so there was no communication between you both, but that only made you look forward to the meeting even more.
— You both had been dating for months now— and you’d been saving up to buy a plane ticket to see him. Once you saved up enough, you brought up the idea to Nightowl and he was ecstatic— agreeing almost instantly and scouring his schedule for free time— making necessary calls that night to ensure he’d have time for you when you flew down. You’d saved up your own vacation hours as well, so there was no conflict. And now here you were.
— You texted him immediately after the plane landed— smiling at the countless loving messages and cute photos he’d sent while you were in air. You hopped in a taxi, on your way to his apartment to finally see him after so long. Your heart was pounding and once you saw the building in view, you smiled, putting your phone away.
— Exiting the taxi, you glanced at the building and found the apartment number before knocking. You heard a loud pattering of footsteps, followed by crashing and a string of curses from Nightowl. You held in your laughter and soon the door opened and there he was— your boyfriend, greeting you with a sheepish, yet warm smile.
— “Hey, cutie! God, it’s so nice to see you in person. You look amazing.” He spoke and you felt your heart race. Unable to contain your excitement anymore, you jumped into his arms and pulled him into a kiss, expressing all of the happiness in the affection you gave.
— Nightowl gasped a bit, catching you the best he could, but ultimately being knocked off his feet and falling back with you landing on top of him. He was stunned for a moment, before smiling and kissing back. He was just as excited, happy and still in slight disbelief that you were actually here. Feeling your lips against his confirmed all the he needed to know. This was real. He smiled against your lips, pulling away only when he was rendered absolutely breathless. You gave a small, content smile and cupped his cheeks, peppering his face in small kisses as his face flushed.
— “Wow, way to sweep a guy off his feet. That excited to see me..?” He asked, vulnerability present in his soft tone. You gave a reassuring smile, pecking his lips once more.
— “Of course I am, Nightowl. I haven’t stopped thinking about this day since the moment we planned it. I guess I just couldn’t contain it anymore when I finally saw you.” You said with a light laugh. He wrapped his arms around your waist, hiding the pure adoration present on his face as he let out a shaky laugh.
— “Man, you’re really killing me, cutie. First a kiss like that and then saying something so sweet? How did I get so lucky?” He whispered softly. You hummed and he pulled back to look at you once more. You smiled, pulling him into another affectionate kiss.
— Funny that he asks how he managed to get so lucky. You’d been wondering the exact same thing.
QUEST —
— Quest was flying out to see you. There had been a long build up— a long wait for you both given that you were both busy with work and getting vacation time approved took a while, but eventually, it all worked out. Now he was on his way— and you were antsy.
— He had gone on the airplane hours ago and he’d be landing any moment now— soon enough, you’d see him walk to where you stood waiting in the airport. You could only imagine what it’d be like— to be in his arms after so long, to hear his sweet words in person— to finally be with him. No work. No stress. No fear that the server would shut down in any given moment. You felt grateful that the server censors lifted when they did— you didn’t want to be stuck forever, left only to wonder what it’d be like to be with Quest in person. You no longer how to imagine because within a few minutes— it’d be reality. All that you’ve hoped for was right in front of you.
— Quest shared the same sentiment. You were someone who loved him for who he was— who acknowledged his past and recognized that he changed from it. You were so kind to him and encouraged him to show that same kindness to himself. He knew that he had a tendency to be pretty self sacrificial due to feeling the need to prove that he was a good person— even if it meant compromising his own health— and you were slowly helping him heal that mindset. He loved you for it— loved everything about you.
— And now you two would have the opportunity to meet and spend time together in person. Every single declaration of love over call or in text could now be spoken in person— something you both looked forward to. You glanced at your phone every few minutes, then at the direction of the airport arrivals, switching your focus between the two as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive. Any moment now—
— There! You spotted Quest from afar and your heart skipped a beat. There he was— he was really here. You could hardly believe it— and couldn’t contain the happiness that filled your chest when you saw him. You couldn’t be apart from him a moment longer. Quest spotted you from afar as well, a smile of his own on his face as he soon noticed you making a mad dash towards him. He dropped his things, preparing for a rather forceful embrace from you.
— What he hadn’t expected, however, was that you leapt right into his arms and kissed him with a passion that he was hardly prepared for. He was quick to catch you, holding you by your thighs as your arms wrapped around his neck, lips locked with his. His eyes widened a bit, but he merely chuckled and kissed back. He should’ve expected this sort of intensity and romanticism from you. Though, even if unexpected, it was incredibly welcome. Feeling your lips against his made him feel loved— wanted and whole. You were the part of him that he never knew he needed until you came into his life.
— Eventually, you both pulled away, and you met his gaze with a gentle one of your own, smiling at him as you traced his scars delicately with your fingertips, taking in his presence.
— “Well hello to you too, angel. I’m glad to see you. Not that I haven’t before— but it’s different now that we’re in person. You’re even more stunning that I could’ve ever imagined.” He said in a soft tone. You laughed a bit in response and smiled, pecking his lips once more before allowing him to place you down.
— “Sorry, I couldn’t contain myself. It’s really nice to see you. Save the compliments for later, though! Lest you want me to keep kissing you. We’re in public, after all.” You chided playfully before grabbing his hand after he’d gathered all of his things.
— “But really, I’m glad you made it here, Quest. Seeing you… I can’t put into words just how happy I am.” You said softly as you looked up at him. He returned the fond expression, intertwining your fingers and squeezing your hand gently.
— “I know, angel. I feel the exact same way. Speechless at finally seeing you in person. Now let’s go, we have the whole week ahead of us.” He responded.
XYX —
— Finally. You made it. After a rather grueling plane ride, you’d finally landed in the airport. You were here to visit Xyx for a while— but more importantly, it was your first meeting. You’d been dating the server troll for almost a year now. You’d gotten lucky with the server censors— but not as lucky with your respective schedules. With Xyx having a rather packed schedule, and you hardly having time for a vacation, planning the actual trip was a hassle— but it finally came to fruition. You were excited, but equally tired. All you wanted right now was to be with Xyx— to give the man affection that you knew he deserved.
— Of course, you expected playful banter from him the moment he saw you— such was apart of his suave nature, but you didn’t plan to let him get a single word in. Not if you could help it. You’d have plenty of time to deal with Xyx’s incessant teasing during the rest of your time there. However, after hours of being in an airplane with countless connecting flights? The last thing you wanted was for him to make some sly comment first thing. You wanted to be in his embrace— wanted to know that he was there first thing— so that’s what you planned to do when you arrived.
— You let out a tired sigh as you grabbed your luggage, pulling out your phone and reading the messages from your boyfriend soon after. He told you he’d be waiting outside, and that he hoped you were ready for a wild ride on his motorcycle— all things you could respond to and complain about later— you just wanted to see him.
— You exited the airport and spotted Xyx from afar. When he saw you— the same telltale smirk appeared on his face, one that you were so incredibly used to— one that you’d fallen so deeply in love with. Just as you loved how vulnerable he could be, you loved how flirty he could be as well, but now was not the time to ponder such things.
— You smiled, jogging lightly over to the other. He raised a curious brow at your hurriedness, paired with a smug smile. An equally clever remark was about to be spoken, but before that could happen, you dropped your things and grabbed the collar of his shirt and tugged him into a deep kiss, the tension leaving your body with it. He was here— the trip was worth it. You’d made it home.
— Xyx’s eyes widened, but he didn’t say anything, merely smirking and pulling you closer by your hips, moving his lips in sync with yours. After a few seconds, you both pulled away. Xyx’s face was flushed with a slight tinge of red— obviously taken aback by the sudden act of affection, but wanting to keep up his collected front. That didn’t last, however.
— “Sorry, but I just really needed to feel you. I needed to know that I made it and I’m not living in some dream. I love you, Xyx. I’m so glad that I’m finally here.” You confessed, relaxing into his arms as he embraced you tightly. Xyx teared up ever so slightly, smiling like a fool as he hugged you tighter.
— “You never need to apologize for something like that, love. I’m… really glad that you’re finally here. And for the record— I… I love you too.” He said softly and you hummed in content before pulling back to admire him for a moment. This is what you’d been waiting for for so long. You gave him a few more light kisses before pulling away. Xyx cleared his throat, the blush still ever present in his face as he attempted to compose himself.
— “Right, well. We should head off. Don’t want to leave Cat waiting too long. I’m sure they can’t wait to see you either. And I’m sure they’ll love you just as much as I do.” Xyx stated and you nodded.
— Though you were sure you’d gain Cat’s favor, you didn’t think what he said was physically possible. You didn’t think anyone could love, cherish and adore you as much as Xyx did. But it was fine because it was entirely mutual.
NAKEDTOASTER —
— In all honesty, it had been difficult for you to contain your excitement regarding visiting Toasty for the first time. It had been a huge, organized surprise that you managed with the help of pretty much the entire server. From creating a private channel to discuss— helping you find a good time— the whole bloomic server assisted you in finalizing the surprise for Toasty.
— You had texted him the whole time— even paying for airplane internet access so he wouldn’t suspect a single thing. You were nervous that he found out, but Xyx assured you that he was none the wiser. All according to plan!
— You wanted to surprise him because you had vacation time to use, and more importantly, you’d noticed that Toasty had been stressing himself out more, getting less sleep and the like. You figured he needed a week to just relax, and there was nothing better than spending a week with your partner for some much needed TLC! You couldn’t wait to see his reaction, but more importantly, you couldn’t wait to give him the physical affection you’d promised to him so many times over call.
— Your plane finally landed and you grabbed your luggage. You texted Toasty that you had to go, and you could sense his disappointment through the texts, but he’d been reassured when you promised to text him again the moment you had the chance. The final part of your plan was in action. You know he’d be ending raid hours with Xyx about now, but you’d gotten Xyx to try distracting him for about another hour so you could get to his apartment without him suspecting anything.
— It worked. You were in front of his apartment door. You took a deep breath, soon knocking on the door and waiting. You heard a soft groan and shuffling from behind the door before hearing a soft ‘wait a moment’ from Toasty. Your heartbeat quickened as you heard the steps approach the door and soon enough it opened.
— “Who’s the— WH— (y/n)? H-how are you..?” He was awestruck, eyes wide as he looked you up and down, processing the fact that you were indeed in front of him. He wordlessly stepped to the side, allowing you to walk in before closing the door behind you. Before he got the chance to ask more questions, you dropped your things and looked at him, placing a hand on his cheek and pulling him into a passionate kiss.
— His eyes widened, but he felt himself relax into the touch, kissing back, gently resting his hand on your hip as you kissed him with an intensity that expressed the joy you felt in that moment. Toasty gave a shy smile against your lips, his face flushing red as one of your hands moved into his hair to undo the side ponytail it had been in, carding your fingers gently through his hair as you kissed him. You soon pulled away and he looked at you, unable to hold eye contact for long before he hid his face behind his hands. Wow. He had not been expecting that. You were here and you had just kissed him in a way that left him entirely speechless.
— “Surprise! I’m here for the week. Sorry, I got a bit carried away. I was just… really looking forward to surprising you, Toasty.” You expressed, gently playing with his hair as you allowed him a few moments to let the embarrassment pass so he could compose himself. He soon lifted his head, looking at you with a nervous, yet sincere smile.
— “No no! Don’t apologize— I-I’m really happy you’re here… really… and I liked the kiss! I’m just processing everything. You really… really surprised me. I can’t believe you’re actually here— I feel like I should clean up a bit the place is a mess.” He rambled for a few moments and you gave a light laugh and kissed him once more. He quickly shut up before looking at you with a loving gaze.
— “No need to worry about the mess. I don’t mind. Besides, I just really wanna enjoy your company, you know?” You said softly and he nodded, wrapping his arms around you tightly as he took in your presence. You were with him— you were there and when he needed it most. You smiled, kissing him gently on the temple and playing with his hair a bit.
— “Thank you for coming here. I’m really happy to see you.” He said softly and you smiled and nodded.
— “Of course. Anything for you.” You responded quietly.
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synopsis ; pillow fluff, pillow talk? with quest!!
warnings ; cussing, kissing, fluff, the funnies, not very serious, just fluff and fun, unintentional gn reader - i was planning for it to be male but alas
note ; i did a drawing to go with it too! (At the end)
words ; 0.7k +
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slowly but surely, your eyes were forced open by the harsh rays of sunlight breaking through panned glass from the window, causing you to wake up earlier than you wanted. hissing, you used your forearm to shield your eyes from the light like a certain shallow, yet fashionable vampire. with one arm sticking to your face, you rolled over and felt around on your bed with your other arm, trying to find your favourite daisy-spotted pillow. you let out a noise of surprise, as your palm met with tough skin instead of soft cotton.
"ouch." a gruff yet playful voice erupted from the other side of the bed, causing you to peel the arm covering your eyes away so you could check on quest. "oh! sorry, are you okay?" you rolled to the other side of the bed to coddle your boyfriend, only to have every ounce of guilt disperse from your system as you saw the pillow he clutched so comfortably in his arms. rubbing his cheek against it. tucking his arm underneath it. it felt like you witnessed infidelity.
it was your favourite. daisy-spotted. pillow.
you grimaced at him, frowned, gave him the dirtiest look you have ever given anyone in your entire life. you crossed your arms and bore your eyes into his soul, expecting him to apologize.
quest would be sweating bullets at your stare if he wasn't so infatuated with everything you did; sometimes being loved by this man can have a downside as he doesn't find anything you do, threatening.
for example, that one time quest accidentally crushed your keyboard mouse because he wasn't used to the weight of it. you got mad, because he hadn't told you and tried to blame it on gravity. you called him by his full name, mustering your scariest look on him, and all he did was kiss you in the midst of your rage.
"quest.." your warning voice quickly turned into a childish whine. "i want my pillow back."
for a second, you weren't even sure if he heard you, as he just stared at you with the silliest grin without any indication that he was planning to return your pillow.
"que- hey!" with a gentle and swift movement, quest took the hand that was tucked underneath the pillow and tenderly guided you onto his pillow covered chest. "is this better?" he grinned against your ear, lips brushing against your cheek. you could practically hear the heart emojis in between his words.
with your face flushed, arms tucked between your chest and his, the pillow pathetically stuck between the both of you, you'd say—"...yes." yes. yes, it was better.
quest seemed content with your response, his rough hands happily rubbing up and down your spine seemed to show it. "i'm glad, angel." his silly smile widened, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. closing his eyes to enjoy the lazy morning with you, he whispered, "next time you need a pillow, just ping me."
you groaned, shoving him away, "you really had to ruin the moment like that, huh?" you feigned annoyance, but the laughter bubbling in your throat screwed you over.
"i don't know what you're talking about, that was extremely romantic!" he snorted, stretching his large arms back over to you to bring you back towards him. "yeah, sure, okay, discord mod." your grin grew even wider when quest finally caught you and brought you back in, pillow long forgotten and thrown off the bed. "say what you will, but you fell for this discord mod." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, rough hands dropping and landing against the side of your stomach when he leaned over to stare down at you.
"ah, don't remind me of the biggest mistake of my entire adult life. worse than the time i thought peeing in the public pool at the water park was a good idea." you sighed dejectedly, eyes droopy and full of feigned regret. quest laughed hard, so hard that he crumbled up and fell against you, head landing against your chest and causing the entire bed frame to tremble.
the laughter was briefly slowed to a stop with a soft sigh, then followed by a sincere remark. "seriously though. if you need a pillow, i'm always here, angel. okay?"
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.
Xyx’s hair tickled the base of your neck, his arms slithering around your waist and gripping like a vice. “I think the odds are in my favor today.”
You refused to acknowledge him for the time being. You’d asked the receptionist at the hotel you were staying very politely that you needed two beds, and here you were. In his arms. Which was nice, you loved him and he loved you and he was really warm, but it would be even nicer if he wasn’t being such a smug asshole about all of this. “This is only something that happens in bad fanfiction.”
“Oh, don’t act like that doll. You love me.”
You covered up the fond smile that was growing on your face by rolling your eyes. “Some days. Now I’m wondering why we’re even together.”
"So what I'm hearing is," he grabs your jaw with gentle fingers and places kisses where your jaw and neck meet, more smile than lips. "You admit that you love me? That you're sooo obsessed with me?"
"Oh my god," You feel laughter bubbling up in your throat and the faux scowl that once covered your face has been replaced with something more genuine. "You suck."
You feel Xyx's teeth against your skin. "And you're in love with me. What does that make you?"
"A fool."
He hums, closing his eyes and chuckling. His smirk is nothing but mischievous, you don't dare to trust him. "I was going for mental, or deranged even, but sure."
"I'm gonna punch you." You roll your eyes again and make an attempt to move your hands, but they're pinned to the side of your head before you can even go that far.
Xyx's eyes are now open and cunning. Like a devil, you think. Like a really pretty devil. "With what hands?"
Your guard is let down and you barely notice him leaning towards your face, pressing angel-like kisses all over your face. You sigh. "You suck."
"You've said that before. Are you just so in love with me you can't think right now?"
You kick him in the shin and give him a quick kiss to his lips. "Don't push it too much."
Xyx laughs and you swear to everything that is righteous and holy that it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Your limbs are entangled and you could swear you hated him a minute ago, but when he's this pretty you forget why.
You push a strand of hair away from his eyes and he leans into your touch, kissing your palm softly. His laughter starts up again and his demonic smile returns. "Eww. You're being cringe right now."
You shove him off the bed. You remembered why you hate him.
