#nakedtoaster hcs

[arechickensreal]

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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Rules for Requests/Asks || Masterlist || Send asks/requests here!

[chris-continues]

How the bloomic characters would help you feel comfortable in your outfit.

Quest- he’d kiss your arms, face, neck, wherever you’re insecure abt (if you feel comfortable w that, ofc) he’d definitely be a huge gentleman. Would get you a present to feel better if you wished.

Nightowl- would try to find something similar to what you’re wearing and wear it with you. If he can’t find anything, he’ll wear something he’s insecure about. Maybe give you a kiss or two ~~would definitely give you a kiss or two~~

xyx- this amazing man would hug you from behind. “Love, ya look amazing. If you want to change then go for it, but if you really like this outfit I say you should also go for it, yeah?”

NakedToaster- they can understand. They move next to you, and will listen if you want. If not, he may not be the best with words and he personally doesn’t believe much in them, but they’ll try to offer a word or two. Hold your hand if it makes you feel a bit better.

[windywriter]

HCs for the other Lis as camp counselors

This is based on what robobarbie posted.

Quest: Hiking

Always helps you up and down ledges. What a gentleman.

Gets flustered when the other campers ask if hes dating you but cant hide his smile.

Likes to wake up early in the morning and just look out at nature.

Most of his camping gear is pretty cheap, the most expensive thing he has are his hiking boots.

Tends to walk towards the back of the group to make sure there are no stragglers.

Doesnt talk much while hiking and prefers to just enjoy the sounds of nature. Though he will be more than happy to explain all the sorts of cool flora and fauna that grow on the trail.

At first he was too shy to do campfire singing but was goaded into it and now he does it every year.

Toasty: Nurse’s tent/Cabin

Low key dying over how there isnt much signal at the campsite but they’re coping with their switch.

Gets soo many mosquito bites despite always keeping a bottle of repellent on them.

Lets you hang around at the tent and take naps on the cot.

Like nightowl, toasty also gets thrown into the pool/lake by xyx.

Has hello kitty bandages (as per xyx’s request)

Xyx: Kayaking/rock climbing

Does so much stupid shit to try and impress you and gets scolded by toasty and you every time you bring him to the nurse’s tent.

Tries to act like he doesnt like you but its obvious.

Insists that he can do a back flip but has never shown anyone.

Doesnt mind hiking with quest but does with he would go a bit faster. 

Has a “#cool counselor” T shirt that he wears every season.

Wears his sunglasses even indoors.

Likes to tell “slightly” exaggerated stories about his past adventures to campers.

Flirts with you as much as nightowl does but is more subtle about it. 

Xyx would light his marshmallow on fire then chase people around with it.

[robobarbie]

Do you hc any of your characters as asexual or demisexual?

Not really, but I do like the demisexual headcanons other people have for nakedtoaster

[sweetcafa]

Rules/list

No incest or familycest stuff

No non-Consensual acts

No pedo/ adult x minor

No teacher x student unless in college

No kinks that I feel are uncomfortable.

Plz no heavy lewd or gore request

No character x oc

If the creator is not ok with sexualizing there character I won’t.

If the character is a minor you will be A. 1-2years older. B. Same age or if not having a canon age will be hc one. If platonic any age will be fine.

Please tell me if you even want a one shot or a head canon or both just to make it easier plz😔

I can do

Fluff

Lime

Light Lemon

Fluff / angst

Platonic romance

Any other specific request I find comfortable

AUs

Head cannons

One shots

Lists

__________________

Twst

Every student/characters

If it’s the staff/teachers it will be platonic

Saint spell book

Alucain

Billie

Bugbear

Hui

Titus

(More will be added )

Project: Eden’s garden

Ulysses Wilhelm

Wolfgang Akira

Damon Maitsu

Grace Madison

(More will be added)

Murder drones

N

Uzi

Error143

Mican yujin

Obscura

Keir (the thief)

Cirrus (the priest)

Fancy stranger

Blooming panic

Nightowl

Quest

Xyx

Nakedtoaster

Trapped with jester

The mf jester

Snaggemon

Garret

Repurpose

Kalei

Ramon

Dj roadkill

Mitts

Rosita

Noel

Fayebael

Witches x Warlocks

Lawrence

Zero

Carmilla

Damion

Spooky month

Kevin

Lilia

Jaune

Bob

Streber

The hatzgang

Dexter

Platonic

Skid

Pump

VTSOM (Vincent the secret of myers)

Draco

Vincent

Victor

Zalmona

Monsieur.M

Therpy with Dr.Albert Krueger

Dr.Albert Krueger

Taylor lee

Genshin impact

Every character 🫡 there are god Damm so many

Platonic

Klee

Qiqi

Diona

Dori

Nahida

MC (Mandela catalog)

Alt Gabriel

Alt ceser/ceser

Adam

Jonah

Mark

( also dessert au )

Apple pie Adam

Blueberry mark

Lemon tart Jonah

Strawberry ceser

The owl house (TOH)

Eda

Luz

Willow

Hunter/possessed hunter

Gus

Lilith

Raine 😩 bgg/puppet,possessed puppet

Amity

Maybe Belos 👹

Romantically platonic/or just platonic

King

Collector

Hooty

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Thank you for reading my rules and list. Have a great day/night. Request are closed from now. Don’t worry if you request something before Jan 2 I will get to it.You may ask further questions if you want to ask.

[moonsplit]

✰ Masterlist ✰

anons!

#💫 anon ⟶ cove x baxter x derek x gn!reader hcs

assignment due: project blue

ice cream ⟶ asher x reader, bullet-points

blooming panic

"you're closer" ⟶ nakedtoaster x short!gn!reader, bullet-points

our life

cove x baxter x derek x gn!reader hcs ⟶ polyamorous closed relationship, bullet-points

"don't tell him, please-?" ⟶ cove x derek, jamie x baxter, bullet-points

the owl house

"things get better, they always do" ⟶ hunter x m!reader, bullet-points

"half-a-witch, huh?" ⟶ edric x gn!bard!reader, bullet-points

"em's gonna hate me" ⟶ edric x fem!reader, bullet-points

[paperg0blin]

Soulmate Au: First Meeting- Xyx

Based off of @robobarbie’s answer of how the LI’s would react to seeing colour while locking eyes with MC (their soulmate) for the first time!

Briefly Starring Error143’s loveable goofball Micah Yujin and our favourite FFXIV enthusiast CEO, NakedToaster ;)

Slight change in the AU where everyone loses their ability to see colour from the age of ten, just so it makes sense to describe the colours MC sees (because if they’ve never seen colours, think about it- how the hell would they even know which colour is which if all they’ve seen is shades of grey?)

Also, reader is 25 in this and i can’t for the life of me figure out a fitting HC name for him so his name is still gonna be Xyx in this one, folks!

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You’d never really been the type to focus on the whole ‘soulmates’ thing- sure, it was inconvenient to suddenly lose all sight of colour at the ripe young age of ten, only to have to spend your entire life in black, white, and shades of grey until you found ‘the one’ but really, was it that important? You knew what colour looked like, and while it was beautiful, you’d almost forgotten it already. It had been hard to adjust at first- as it had been for every ten-year-old in the world who suffered the same fate from the moment they woke up on their birthday morning- but it wasn’t unbearable.

Quickly enough, you’d taken to the idea that a monochromatic life could still be an exciting and fulfilling one if you made it so. Thus began your search- not for your soulmate, you figured if they were really fated for you the way you’ve been told, they’d come to you naturally- but for the best life you could live before that point. Studying vigorously to earn the best grades you could, yet keeping as active a social life as possible throughout your school and college years, all the while still maintaining that same eagle-precise aim at your end goal- having the best, most stable lifestyle you could so that when you eventually did meet this so-called soulmate, you would have the time to put as much effort and love into them as possible. And if you didn’t? Well, then you’d still have an impressive and successful life ahead of you. Soulmates still aren’t a big deal, you thought.

It’d been a Friday-night bar crawl with your coworkers when it happened. You’d all dashed back home to change after the gruelling final end-of-year meeting with your boss- he wasn’t the problem but god, the amount of meetings the poor man was forced to lead due to his position were exhausting and he’d clearly hit his limit tonight. The tall, pink-haired, spectacled young CEO you’d finally met and started working with at the gaming company you’d joined after your transferral to their Melbourne branch in Australia was…interesting, to say the least. You’d taken him as a slightly strange, withdrawn man at first- somewhat aloof and enigmatic, you barely saw him around the office for the first few months- and Micah, the only other programmer on the same level as you served as your first friend in the company, and one you’d be joining tonight. He’d joined a little earlier than you, as an intern who’s place had been solidified in the company due to his impressive skillset- despite being 3 years younger than you at age 22, he seemed to be on another level of education. Despite his professional exterior and extensive programming knowledge, you’d ran into him once outside of work and discovered he was actually the complete opposite outside of work settings- sweet, funny and a relaxed goofball. You’d grown to be close friends, and had been on bar-crawls to the same few places several times during different holiday seasons…which is what made this time all the more confusing. How hadn’t you seen him before?

It was the fourth and final bar you’d all settled on- a lively, not-too-rowdy place deep in the middle of Melbourne, prettily lit with a combination of string and neon lights. Large chalkboards shouting colourful names and descriptions of all of the night’s New-Year’s events was displayed above the bar, and you’re already buzzing as one of your coworkers pushes another glass into your hand, pulling you excitedly in the direction of a karaoke area. You find a place to sit as the bass of the speakers reverberate through the floor and up your body, and suddenly you can feel everything. The cold of the glass in your hand, condensation trailing sluggishly down your fingers. The somewhat-sticky table you’re leaning on and the warm, cracked leather of the seat you’ve chosen.

God, this feels good but you need to get outside.

You’re well aware that you’re already tipsy, but not so much that you can’t control yourself. When you get up, there’s no wobbling or dizziness- and that’s enough to get you dodging around all the other patiently waiting, probably drunk bar-goers with a warm, pleasant buzz flowing through your body and a grin on your face as you visualise your plan to distract your coworkers and grab the mic when it’s thrust up in the air by the previous holder, who’d just finished possibly the loudest belting of Britney Spears’ ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ you’ve ever heard. You spin back around to search the constantly growing crowd for them again- meeting a few pairs of hopeful, alcohol-glazed eyes searching for the very thing you’ve avoided in the process…until it happens.

Holy fuck.

You thought it’d be some bright flash for you and THEN there’d be colour- it’s been like that for a few people you know, but no. You blink, and there it is.

The first thing you notice is the lights- burning a pleasant mix of yellow, orange, purple, pink and blue into every corner of the bar you cast your eyes onto, pushing the idea of distracting your friends to the back of your head as your eyes wander around the spot in the crowd they’d previously been trained on, searching for whoever’s eyes you’d met that had caused this.

Your gaze passes through a few people until you catch a particularly dazzling pair of green- wow, you’d almost forgotten that was your favourite colour- eyes, framed with thick, dark eyelashes and what you think is slightly smudged eyeliner- and the owner of them is looking directly at you, with the same expression of dazed wonder you think you must’ve had a second ago. Your heart quickens as your eyes pass over him for a second, and oh my god. He’s beautiful.

From what you can see he’s tall, with thick, tousled brown hair falling slightly into his eyes, tanned skin and full, slightly-parted lips, adorned underneath with a pair of dark green snake-bite piercings and a matching hoop earring on his right earlobe. He visibly swallows, the black cord necklace looped around his throat moving slightly, and his gaze briefly flickers around the room in disbelief before quickly setting back on you as he barks out a laugh, his expression melting into a soft, cheerful grin as he weaves his way around the crowd, eyes barely leaving yours as he moves closer.

Your body unfreezes (when did it freeze in the first place…? you don’t have time to wonder.) and you blindly hand the mic off to whoever grabs it first, and you walk to the front of the stage as he extends a hand to you. It’s noticeably larger than yours, and your stomach flutters as he laces his fingers through yours ever-so-gently, the other hand holding your upper arm as he helps you down from the stage. It’s only when you’re standing on the actual floor that you realise he’s just over six feet tall and somewhat towers over you- a fact that he obviously enjoys as his grin widens a little, cheeks flushing slightly as you smile back up at him. He’s somehow even prettier up-close, and he rubs a thumb over the knuckles of the hand he’s still holding as he speaks.

“Hey there.” immediately, a shiver trails up from the base of your spine as the deep, husky purr of his voice reaches your ears, and he chuckles through his nose at the way your cheeks burn a little darker. You huff out a laugh through your grin, responding with a much quieter ‘Hey’ in return, still somewhat dazed by the sudden return of colour to your previously monochromatic life. He looks around for a moment, searching for something around the room before his grip on your hand tightens a little and he steps back, eyes flickering back down to you. “Don’t suppose you’d like to get outside for a bit? Seems like we have a lot to talk about, don’t we doll?” the sudden pet-name use makes your cheeks darken even further and you nod.

“Lead the way.”

He pulls you forward so you’re by his side as he weaves through the crowd again, releasing your hand and arm in favour of wrapping one of his own firmly around your shoulders as he leads you. A burst of pleasantly cool air hits you in a wave as the man opens the exit door for you, the arm previously around your shoulders sliding down your spine to gently guide you down the steps and across the outside decking to a quieter corner lit with similar gold string lights to the interior, as well as several scattered lanterns on the tables. He turns to face you again, leaning back leisurely against the wooden railing, drinking in the sight of you with a soft smile. “God, look at you…” he murmurs fondly- and when you start to stare at his face for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, you realise, with a smile, that he has freckles.

He cocks a brow and questions your stare, that soft grin morphing into a beautifully teasing smirk that flips your stomach in a way it probably shouldn’t for a man you’ve just met, soulmate or not, and when you react to his teasing with just a quiet, admiring comment on how pretty his freckles are, it’s his turn to get embarrassed. He’s heard compliments on his appearance, sure- from people who couldn’t even see any colour on him, no less- but hearing a compliment on something like freckles, spoken so softly, so genuinely, and from his soulmate no less?God, how is he supposed to cope?

He diverts the topic of his embarrassment ‘expertly’ (you notice, but you don’t say anything, as much as you’d like to embarrass him further and see just how dark his cheeks can burn. You think you quite like the shade of red on him) to what most would consider the ‘boring’ topics- the basics.

He gives you his name, and you give him yours- he repeats it after you tell him, and the deadly combination of the both the little smile that quirks up the corners of his lips just so, and the way your name sounds coming from that husky, baritone voice is enough to make you love your name ten times more. You swap numbers and find out he’s a lawyer, and four years older than you at 29. he shows you pictures of his cat, (that he vehemently denies IS his, using the excuse that ‘it’s just a stray’) he walks you down the steps and points out the sleek, shiny motorcycle he rode here on, jingling the keys suggestively at you and asking if you’d like a ride when you’re both a bit more sober. You laugh it off at first, telling him that you’d be too nervous, you’ve never been on a bike- only to choke back your words (and almost on your own spit) when he promises to ‘take good care of you’ with that same intoxicating grin.

Man, fuck the alcohol. You feel twice as drunk just being near him, and by now there’s so much fluttering in your stomach that you might as well be opening a butterfly farm down there.

You know you’ve been talking with Xyx for ages- the twinkling string-lights are draped over a large, circular black clock hung up outside on the wall, and when you briefly glance back at it (only when he’s not looking of course, you’d never want this utter beauty of a man to think you were bored of him) you note that you’ve somehow been rambling with your soulmate for over two hours.

Yet all the same, time still seems to have flown past and before you know it, you spy your coworkers tumbling, one after the other, out of the fire exit- cheering and laughing boisterously as they head out to the deck and spot you with the man. At this point, he’d just been admiring your earrings (at least that’s the excuse he’d used, but when he tilts your chin up, tucking your hair behind your ear to ‘get a closer look’ and grinning at your newly-burning cheeks, you know it was probably just an excuse to touch you. And you’re not complaining- not when he’s so gentle with you.) So when they all see you standing so close to this mystery man, looking so comfortable and happy- far more than you’d ever been when anyone had approached you before, your coworkers were unfortunately quick to put two and two together.

Micah, ever the ballsy one in your workforce, bursts through the posse and strides over with a telltale shit-eating grin- as he’s walking over, you have to hold back a laugh as you finally realise how obnoxiously neon his entire outfit is. Especially now that he’s in full colour, he’s extremely pretty, but you don’t think anyone could ever hold a candle to the man standing next to you. His amber eyes are twinkling with a familiar mischief as he gets closer, an expression on his face that you’ve only ever seen when he plans on making fun of you. Affectionately, of course- Micah’s never been a malicious person, but you don’t want to risk anything ruining this moment.

“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Don’t tell me the very person who infamously declared ‘soulmates aren’t a big deal’ constantly, and only ever focused on work, finally found their soulmate? Sure seems like a big deal with how close you’re already standing, is this handsome gentleman gonna be your New Year’s kiss this year?” he nudges him gently with an elbow and a teasing grin as your already-red face darkens further and you shove him lightly, snickering as he stumbles a bit further back than you intended- probably due to the deadly amount of alcohol you know he’s probably already consumed. After a good amount of experience drinking with Micah, you’re honestly surprised he’s not dead with the level of tolerance he has.

“Micah!! First off, i focus on work so i’d have a good life by the time i met my soulmate- which by the way, yes he is. And i just met him a couple of hours ago Micah, don’t be weird.” you shake your head at him but you’re still smiling, and that’s enough for him to bounce back with another cheeky comment- apparently they all knew you’d only known him for two hours, because they’d spent half the time drinking and the other half staring out of the window at the two of you, making bets on who would make the first move on literally everything. You cringe at the mental image in your head, and then remember Xyx is still standing next to you, chuckling in amusement at the scene in front of him. You introduce them to one another and they shake hands amicably, Micah throwing another suggestive comment about the way he thinks you two should spend New Year’s together before sauntering back off to join the rest of your coworkers, who are apparently staying for the countdown.

You turn back to face Xyx, who has returned to his original position of leaning back against the railing. His gaze is already trained on you when your eyes meet his again, and you slightly wonder if he’d ever stopped looking at you. His smile turns teasing again, but there’s a pinkish tint to his cheeks as he talks. “So, am i going to be your New Year’s kiss?”

The sudden question flusters you- you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about it, even before Micah’s not-so-subtle comment, but you’re not sure how to answer. He seems to misread your hesitance however, and stands back up from his relaxed pose, expression turning serious and a little more gentle than before as he reaches out to touch your shoulder lightly. “Look, it’s alright if you wanna take things slow. There’s no pressure. I get it, you know? I mean sure, we’re soulmates and all, but we did only just meet tonight, so i completely get it if-” he’s rambling a little now, seeming unsure of whether or not he’s made you uncomfortable, and your heart melts a little at the genuine care he’s showing, and how quick he was to pick up on your hesitance, even if it wasn’t the type of hesitance he thought it was.

“Xyx.”

He pauses suddenly, jade-coloured eyes flickering over your form a little more anxiously than before, as if he’s gauging every little detail of your body language, and you bring a hand up to place it gently over the one he’s still got on your shoulder. “You haven’t said anything uncomfortable, it’s okay. I’d honestly be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it, even before Micah made his stupid drunk comments towards us.” and with that, his whole demeanour seems to shift as his shoulders visibly relax and his expression melts back into a soft smile.

He breathes out in relief, glancing away almost shyly for a moment in silence before speaking again. “…Thank you. Really. I wasn’t sure if i’d already made you uncomfortable, i’d hate it if i’d messed something up so soon.” His voice is a little quieter this time, but soon enough his lips are curling back that devilish smirk, and he closes the distance a little more, the hand on your shoulder dropping down with the other to bury themselves loosely in his front pockets instead as he leans down a little. “So, you were thinking about kissing me already, doll?” The pitch of his voice drops to a low purr, and you find yourself averting your gaze in an attempt to quell the heat building in both your cheeks and stomach. But that only seems to egg him on further and he chuckles again, re-tucking a loose strand of hair behind the same ear he’d been looking at earlier. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now, it’s so close to the countdown after all. You’ll have to make a decision soon, won’t you?” You lift your head back up and look at the clock, and sure enough- 11:58pm. Your eyes widen, meeting his again, and your heart nearly stops at the look on his face. In a good way- it doesn’t match his previously teasing tone because it’s so, so gentle. He takes his hand away from your face and leans back on the decking, eyes still locked with yours- and you know he’s going to let you make the final decision. There’s no pressure, you remember from his earlier words that he won’t react badly if you want to take things slower.

But do you?

You step forward and hop up nimbly to sit on the railing next to him. You need to make a decision quickly, you know you do- there’s barely a minute and a half left, but it’s so hard to make a quick decision when everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion with his man. But you’re comfortable. You’re safe. Just from spending a mere two hours with Xyx, you already know for certain that you’ll never, ever get tired of him and the way he makes you feel. You’ve been smiling for so long your cheeks ache painfully, but you can’t stop it from widening when you meet his gaze again.

“…How the hell did i get lucky enough to meet you tonight, out of every time we could’ve met?”

The sentence slips out before you realise you’ve said it out loud, but the sudden surprise that flashes across Xyx’s face, alongside the dark flush spreading up his cheeks and ears is so worth it. Especially when the chuckle that comes after sounds so warm.

“I don’t know, but it’s one hell of a way to start the New Year, isn’t it?” he murmurs, watching you eye the clock. Before you even register what the time is, you hear the sudden chants.

“10!”

You glance back at him, watching his eyes seemingly glitter in the various golden lights strung around nearby.

“9!”

Your heart skips a little, as you run through every possible scenario in your head.

“8!”

He still doesn’t move. He’s waiting for you.

“7!”

…Can you really kiss him?

“6!”

God, you want to. Is it too soon?

“5!”

Fuck it. You can’t imagine a New Year’s going as perfectly as this one, and you aren’t about to waste the opportunity laid out so beautifully in front of you.

“4!”

You snap back out of your thoughts and look at him again- he’s still waiting patiently.

“3!”

You turn to him a little more, reaching out to cup his cheek in one of your hands and pull his face towards you.

“2!”

He’s quick to respond- a flash of surprise in his eyes is soon replaced with yet another of those gentle smiles that turn your insides to mush.

“1!”

He closes the distance first- you wrap your arms around his neck as he threads his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face and cupping your cheek just as tenderly as he’s kissing you. The kiss itself is something beautifully simple- you block out all of the clinking of glasses, the shouts and hell, even the fireworks- in this little bubble you’ve both created. It’s gentle and sweet, a little longing, and you’re delighted to find that his lips are just as soft as they appear. he’s standing in front of you now- you don’t remember how he got there from beside you, did he move?- but it doesn’t matter, because one of his hands is holding your waist firmly, the thumb of the other hand rubbing tender little circles into your cheek, and such a soft, domestic little action makes you giggle fondly into the kiss. He chuckles in return, pulling back a little to lean his forehead against yours. You stay like that for a moment before he pulls back and rubs the nape of his neck a little awkwardly, averting his gaze.

“So, uh…this may be bad timing, but i was actually planning on going home right after the countdown. It might be New Year’s, but i’ve still got a case to handle tomorrow afternoon- well, uh. I guess technically today?” he smiles sheepishly and you snicker, rolling your eyes as you hop down from the railing. “I’d call you an idiot for staying out at a bar for this long, but that decision did bring us here tonight, so i can’t say i’m mad.” you grin up at him and he returns the expression, huffing out a laugh through his nose.

“Aha, see? Some stupid decisions can have positive outcomes. Now, uh…” he pauses momentarily, fishing his keys out of his back pocket. “I don’t suppose you happen to live nearby? I think we’ve more than sobered up enough, i promise i’m a very responsible driver, despite my decision to come out here tonight.” (realistically you’re not but shhh. this is fiction. let the hot biker lawyer take you home)

You think for a moment, letting the image of Xyx taking you home fill your thoughts. God, what a perfect way to end the night. So you nod, and his expression brightens even further as he gestures grandly to the steps leading down to the parking lot. “After you, love.”

You try to ignore the slight buzz that the sudden nickname gives you as he follows you to the bike, unlocking and opening up a storage area inside the seat and passing you the second helmet he pulls out from it, (just pretend he has one for the sake of the story) and as you yelp in surprise when he scoops you up gently and sits you on the bike himself, you hear a deep, amused chuckle come from under his own helmet as he climbs on in front of you. He glances back again, flipping up his visor to look at you properly- and you’re surprised to find his previously mischievous, excited expression replaced by a warm, reassuring gaze.

“Try not to be too nervous, yeah? I did promise i’d take good care of you, after all. Hold onto me and you’ll be alright- just like this.” He reaches for your hands and wraps when around his waist, chuckling a little when your grip tightens immediately. “Ready?” you nod wordlessly, not trusting your own voice to give a proper response, and he promptly kicks it into gear with a flick of his wrist, the engine roaring in your ears. You squeak in surprise, burying your face in his back, and you feel him chuckle again as he pulls out of the parking lot smoothly.

The ride home is exhilarating, to say the least. He doesn’t talk- neither of you do, because first of all you don’t need to, and even if you did you don’t think the two of you would be able to hear each other anyway- but the wind whipping around you, the fireworks and colours blazing throughout the city, and god, the lights- there’s so many colours, and you drink them all in as Xyx drives. Your hands don’t move from around his waist, your head still resting against his back- and even through your clothes and the wind, he’s warm against you. If you weren’t on a motorcycle, you think you could fall asleep like this. The sudden thought almost makes you laugh- you’ve barely known him for a few hours, yet you’re already feeling like this just by having him close to you.

He really is your soulmate for a reason, huh?

Eventually, you feel him slow down to a stop in a familiar area- it takes you a few seconds to realise where you are, due to the colour- but you’re home. He helps you back off of the bike, despite your protests that you’re perfectly capable of getting off yourself- and when you’ve both removed your helmets, you’re hit with a sudden pit in your stomach.

Damn, you really don’t want to leave.

You know you’ll see him soon- he seems fascinated with you, and you know you’re both just as comfortable and already eager to get to know each other further- but still, you know you’ll be thinking about him tonight. You’ll be shocked if you get any sleep over it, in fact.

As you’re losing yourself in your thoughts, you fail to notice the fond little glance he gives you until he reaches out to take the helmet back from you. His fingers brush against yours as he does, and that little spark of warmth returns.

He insists on walking you to your door, after all “What kind of soulmate would i be if i didn’t make sure you got in safe, hm?” and when you fish in your pockets for your keys you stop momentarily and turn back, only to lock eyes with that burning emerald gaze and warm grin you’ve grown so fond of tonight. He shuffles a little on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck again. “So, uh…i’ll i text you? My schedule can be pretty hectic sometimes, but i promise i’ll always make time for you.” and if you thought you were melting on the inside before? The way his tone turns so gentle for the promise at the second half of his sentence…completely liquefies your insides. You lean up, pressing a kiss against a warm, freckled cheek.

“I’ll be holding you to that, Mr Lawyer. Now get on home to that cat of yours and get some sleep, you’ll need it for your case. And, by the way?” he hums in question, cocking a curious brow. “Happy New Year, Xyx. You have no idea how glad i am to have met you tonight.” You mutter, keeping a fond gaze on the man in front of you.

He splutters for a moment, sun-kissed cheeks reddening visibly in the faint lamplight as he chuckles. “I- ah, God. You and your little bursts of sincerity. I supposed i’m going to have to get used to that, won’t i?” he smiles. “But really, i…i’m happy i got to meet you tonight, too. Really. Get some sleep, okay? And yes, i’ll run off home and get some sleep too, i promise.” he pauses again. “Happy New Year’s to you too, doll. Goodnight.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead sweetly before he goes to turn around- and then he doesn’t, because you’ve pulled him into a hug.

A hug that he almost immediately melts into, wrapping his arms around your waist securely and burying his face into your neck with a huffed-out laugh. He holds you close, and you have to stop yourself from face-planting into his chest and inhaling because holy fuck, this man smells so good. You grin as you faintly feel the steady thump of his heart against your chest, rivalling your own in speed, and bite down a squeak of surprise when you feel his hands move a little- and he’s rubbing soft little circles into your spine. God, the amount of times you’ve felt like you could fall asleep with his man within hours of meeting him should be illegal. You stand there, just holding one another for what feels like hours before either of your dares to pull away.

Over half an hour after he eventually does leave, after another few minutes of shy glances and promises of talking the next day and arranging a second meeting, and him blowing an obnoxiously loud and theatrical kiss to you from his bike- your heart is still thumping steadily in your chest. You’ve been sat by the front door the entire time, the events of the night still fresh in your mind. You’re almost at the point of passing out asleep by the door when your phone suddenly lights up- and you scoop your phone up embarrassingly fast, already knowing who it is. And sure enough;

Xyx: Goodnight, love. Cat says hi.

Attached at the bottom is a picture, and you grin widely at the sight. It’s a brief video, only three seconds long- of the sweet, fluffy little ‘stray’ he’d told you about, a familiar hand reached out to scratch them under the chin as they purr contentedly.

You: Goodnight, Xyx. Give Cat a little cuddle from me, okay? Sleep well :)

You get to your feet, stretching and massaging your cheeks to alleviate the ache from smiling so much as you head to the bedroom.

…Maybe soulmates do matter after all.

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- bonus edit: i accidentally typed ‘licking eyes’ and ‘their soupmate’ and i had to pause to laugh at that mental image of Xyx licking his eyeballs like a chameleon and violently slurping soup up with MC.

i also forgot to mention Xyx’s utterly magnificent eyebrows in my description of him but to be honest, they speak for themselves.

[ivyruins]

give us anything about NakedToaster i’m becoming desperate 🤲 you can go on the longest tangent of your life if you wanna

ask and you shall receive!!!! TOASTY ENJOYERS THIS IS FOR YOU!!!

toaster, ahhh ideal introverted gamer s/o. I myself am a gamer (though not final fantasy, sorry toasty), so I feel like toasty x gamer s/o would be such an ideal couple??

the two of you would have adorable set ups that match or are total opposites of each other. probably a room dedicated for just gaming. maybe you push him to start streaming on twitch / youtube and yall become the most adored gaming couple EVER.

honestly even if you don't play ff, toasty would still be interested into what you play. he'd probably try it out as well, just to see if he would like it. if he did, he would happily play it with you! but if it wasn't his cup of tea, he'd still happily hear you talk about your game's lore/characters you have. even if he didn't understand because they are head over HEELS for you

that being said, it would be hard if you are introverts. because he . too is an introvert :') but he'd still take charge if a situation arises and you physically and emotionally cannot do anything about it. toaster- beet red, blushing and flustered- trying to perform an extroverted task just for you. he is a KEEPER.

if you were an extrovert, great! balance is there. you do the things required to talk to people, and he provides you with undying love (not that he wouldn't do that already).

if you weren't a gamer though, dont worry! toasty is in love with you, not the fact that you game. whatever you were interested, he'd definitely look into it. like the game, he'd still be happy to listen to whatever you have to talk about if it means he gets to hear you talk and see you happy.

NETFLIX AND CHILL!!! NETFLIX AND CHILL!!!!!!

except its in the literal sense. netflix on the tv, food spread on the coffee table as you lounge on the couch. toast would lay their head in your lap, their favorite position.

he loves it when you play with their hair, that's a very obvious thing. but toasty actually wouldn't ask you to do it straight up. just the thought would kill him.

so he'd just . lay there . hoping you'd notice. o(-(

you do, but it's fun seeing him struggle sometimes ;)

you'd see him shifting in your lap, making it obvious he wants you to run your fingers through your hair (and truthfully you have to physically stop yourself because you would unconsciously do it if you didn't). he ties and takes off his hair tie, making sure you got the hint. he'd pout when he catches on that oh theyre doing this on purpose aren't they and eventually you'd just burst into laughter, and toasty would go all red, embarassed that you'd pull that on him.

OKOKK A THOUGHT: sitting on his lap when he games.

the first time that happens he's going to be so rigid its like sitting on a solid chair. how can they be so solid like this. give them time, about a few months, and toasty would start to warm up to you.

but imagine before he does, he's just so rigid. his hands on the keyboard stiff as well. if he games with xyx on call all xyx could hear are occasional stutters and stammering. he'd have a straight face- toast was good at hiding his emotions like that- but he'd be so red. he wouldn't know when to move. or what to do. was the way he was breathing comfortable? was it okay move his arms so much? would yelling annoy you? and all those things.

but after a while, when toast would realize that nothing he do would really bother you, he'd be more relaxed.

you'd sit on his lap, chest to chest with your chin resting on his shoulders as you mindlessly scroll on your phone, fingers mindlessly running through his hair.

or with your back to him, his head resting on your chin as you watch him game. the silence filled with occasionally one of the two of your's comments would be enough. you'd laugh at something you find online, or cheer at his playing; and that's all it takes for him to fall deeper in love with you.

[lieblingbitte]

karaoke w the bloomic LI's (+ onion + 2two)

pairing: bloomic boys headcanons, theres no reader character in this but U can Like... Imagine ur there prompt: hcs about doing karaoke with the boys! :D tags: headcanons, foul language, alcohol mention(s), no pronouns or gender-specific language, fluff!!!, not proofread bc this was very stream of consciousness in my notes app

enjoy!!!! :DDD

XYX song: Never Gonna Give You Up - Rick Astley

only sings funnyman songs

eg: all star, country roads, the pokemon intro...

does NOT take it seriously AT ALL

the first song he sings is a rickroll (obviously)

but annoyingly is not a bad singer

(because he's good at everything apparently...)

(he goofs around but his voice really suits those like frank sinatra, johnny cash esque songs...)

enjoys himself A Lot he likes listening and making fun of everyone's song choices

has the most fun singing together w everyone! (you did wannabe by the spice girls one time and he swears those were the best three minutes of his life)

NAKED TOASTER

song: Dancing Queen - Abba

VERY shy about it

doesn't wanna sing at all at first but xyx forces encourages him to (and he has a bit to drink)

when he does end up singing he picks very classic karaoke songs so everyone can sing along!!!

(their face is FLUSHED afterwards but they did have fun)

not a bad singer per se but they struggle w melody and tone and stuff

(+ he doesn't sing seriously because he Is Embarrassed)

also the type to forget the lyrics (even if they're on the screen right in front of them)

prefers listening to the others sing and provide backup vocals/instrumental

the guy with the maracas/tambourine

NIGHTOWL

song: Gotta Go My Own Way - High School Musical

the Musical Theatre guy... Or like really trashy 2000s pop

sings duets by himself.......

the one that suggested you all do this LOL

hes suuuuper high energy.. hes having so much fun

his neighbours ring his doorbell like Seven times and ask him to Shut Up

(he does not)

bad singer and he owns it

(his charisma makes up for it)

puts on a whole performance, jumping around, using a hairbrush for a microphone and shit

QUEST

song: Take On Me - A-ha

this guy.. he sings old songs.... like queen maybe billy joel stuff like that

probably the best singer out of all of them .. but he doesn't take the compliment

loooves karaoke.. loves suggesting songs you all do loves listening.. Hes just a karaoke guy

he needs a couple of drinks to get out of his shell fully but then hes unstoppable

hypes everyone up SO much full on cheering and shit

likes singing romantic duets... ;-)

in general, he does like Ten Minute Long ballads but no one minds because hes a good singer... and hot guy privilege

ONIONTHIEF

song: Mr Brightside - The Killers

does NOT want to sing

but nightowl picked a song and now he HAS to.. tch

(embarrassed but he is a good singer... and hes probably cocky abt it...)

"Ugh, can I go now." when the song is done (doesn't go.) (doesn't want to go)

probably judging everyone's song choices ("Pff, nightowl. Britney Spears? Really?")

he literally listens to Like mcr and shit in secret But OK!!!! !!!!!!!!!!

("Their lyrics are poetic." OK emo boy.)

does end up having a little fun Maybe but hes being all tsundere abt it -__-

TWO2

song: I Kissed A Girl - Katy Perry

the music guy

not a singer but his mum probably made him go to choir or something so he can hold a tune

another hype man! loves singing with his friends! and loves telling them that!

picks songs from every category probably, like he will sing the beatles and avril lavigne right after

has fun no matter what... likes singing by himself, listening to the other, singing together.. he is just a little guy

knows Literally every song ever... I feel like he has super broad tastes

notes: had thoughts. me and friends did a little discord karaoke thing recently and i was like yeah this is cool but what if Blooming Panic LOve Interets. loads of thoughts abt the li's tastes in music btw send me an ask and i will talk about it more ;-)

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Heyoo! For some BP LI ideas how about: you and the BP LIs trying a class on a sport/skill and how that would work out and which class would it be? Or maybe how did you guys cope while you two were on long-distance (did you guys send each other packages? Letters? Mainly calls? Etc?)

I hope you have a good day!

I'm going to post a separate post with how I think the LI's handle long-distance but for now, have this.

The BP LI's taking classes with you.

(it's a little ooc for most of them but I had fun so I don't care that much.)

Sewing lessons

I don't have a story for how or why this happens but the two of you take a sewing class

It is obvious (to me) that Nightowl is a creative guy, along with fashionable.

So I wouldn't be surprised if one day he had the urge to learn how to alter his own clothes.

So he found a class that teaches sewing, embroidery, stitching, and all that stuff, and he invited you, cause he has dependency problems so much love for you.

You had to admit, Nightowl was doing a lot better than you. You weren't doing badly but, you were behind him, which isn't saying much, he was ahead of the rest of the class too but it made you want to know what he was doing. You were currently working on making two shirts, one, your boyfriend was working on a secret project, he wouldn't even tell you what he was working on, no matter how much you begged. You tried to figure out what he was doing, but your attention was drawn to the strange noise the sewing machine was making. You looked at it and saw how some of the fabric got bunched and sewed together, unintended. You let out a groan of frustration, grabbing Nightowl’s attention.

“Cutie, you can't look away!”

He was sure to use a caring voice.

“I'm relieved this is all that happened, you could have stitched your hand.”

“Sorry.”

“It's okay, I'll help fix it!”

He says softly, kissing your cheek as he moves close to the machine. As he fixes the shirt you lean back on, trying to take a better look at what he's doing, you see soft fabric cut out in a pattern you assume is not random but looks random to you. You ponder when the pattern means, where the pieces go. You notice the fabric he was just working on, he was embroidering something, an image, words, you try to decipher what it might be but before you realize what it is your vision is blocked.

“There you go, I reset the thread for you to- hey!”

“What?”

“You were spying on my super top-secret FBI assigned project!”

Nightowl spreads his arms trying to block your vision even more.

“Was that just a diversion? How dare you!”

Nightowl fakes a betrayed voice.

“I thought I could trust you.”

You roll your eyes as you get back to work. Nightowl smiles before getting back to work.

About a week later you're sitting on the couch of your and Nightowls apartment. You relax after a long day, scrolling on your phone, wondering why Nightowl hasn't greeted you yet. Your wondering stops when you feel the couch move, lifting your head, you see Nightowl has joined you, you assume by his heavyish breathing and the sudden movement you just felt that he had run and jumped into the position just now. You could tell he was excited, you turn your phone off and give him your attention when he sees this he starts.

“I finished my project!”

“Does that mean I can finally know what you were making?”

Nightowl didn't answer you with a yes or no, instead, he holds out what was behind his back and yelled.

“TADA!!”

You look at what's in his hands. It was a plushie of your favorite animal. You move to hold it, assuming it's for you, pausing when you realize it might not be for you.

“Go ahead!”

“You listen to Nightowl as you grab the little thing, examining it further. You notice it's wearing a little bow tie. You then see that on one side of the bow tie is a heart in your favorite color and on the other side the letters, ILY, embroidered in the same color. You look up to thank Nightowl but stop seeing his nervous stance, hand behind his neck, how cliche.

“I- I wanted to get you a plush that matched Mister but I couldn't find the right one. So I made one, it's my first time making a plushie so it might be a little imperfect-”

You could see where this was going so you cut him off.

“It's perfect, I love it, and you.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, loving how bright he gets from the simple sign of affection.

(I saw someone call Nightowl’s bear with a bow tie, Mister so I'm sticking with it)

Dancing lessons.

You never thought about taking any sort of class with Quest so it was a surprise to both you and him when you got excited to do so.

You two had won free dance lessons at an office party, Quest thought you wouldn't be interested in it but he was happy to humor you.

Mistake one.

The first lesson was slow dancing and Quest felt pretty happy with himself, he wasn't perfect but he liked it. Liked the control, the pattern, how uniform it was, and he loved how close he got to hold you.

But the next lesson was hip hop.

It was Quest's turn to show off what he learned, it was in partners but Quest was still embarrassed how bad he was at this. He attempted the simple sequins the class had learned and practiced. As soon as he finished you let out a laugh you tried hard not to let out. Quest looked at you, you felt a little bad, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Is it that bad?”

“Sorry but, what even was that? I love you, but were we even in the same class?”

You laughed a little more as Quest went over one of the steps. You took it upon yourself to stand up and help a little.

“You're too stiff, the moves are freer, let your body move.”

“That's- that’s not how my body works, I got arms like a robot.”

You laugh as he demonstrates his stiff arms, definitely robot-like, would be perfect if that's what you were learning.

“Here follow me, it like instinct.”

You did the first step faster than Quest was expecting.

“Can you go slower?”

“No, that's your problem, you think too much. Just do what you see with confidence, if you mess up and act as you meant it you'll fool at least one person.”

He wasn't able to fully get it but he did get better. The next lesson was tango, and Quest had his turn to embarrass you. Quest was currently twirling, dipping, and spinning you but to you, it just felt like you were being thrown around.

“Follow me, it's like instinct, angel.”

Quest mocks what you said last time as he takes the lead on this dance. The tango is by far his favorite, it was the perfect mix of a controlled, patterned dance, and a dance that is free and passionate. He loved how he could follow a pattern and still and his own little twist, and being able to hold you close, to make you flush was a large bonus.

Cooking lessons.

When you first started living with Toaster you started to realize how much take out they had.

You knew he wasn't a cook and that he opted for ramen and takeout but you didn't realize it was an every meal thing/

It caused multiple problems, and you were tired of having the same three foods from the same three places. So you signed the two of you up for baking lessons.

You didn't tell Toasty though, you just told them that it was a date, a surprise one. He was very surprised when you entered a room full of other couples.

“Sweetheart? You sure we're in the right place?”

Before you could respond the teacher made an introduction.

“Hello couples, I'll be your teacher today and the rest of the month. “

Toaster turned to you, trying to be discrete as the whisper, clearly not the happiest with this surprise.

“A month?”

You decide not to respond as the chef continued to teach.

“Today we're going to start very simply with some burgers and jojos. Our team tries to be very accomodating to everyone so if you have an allergy or don't eat a certain food, like meat, we have appropriate replacements. If that's the case go ahead and talk to one of the assistants on the side. We also like to encourage experimentation so if you feel something missing, maybe want more spice, you can also ask the assistance for what you want, Now Under your table you'll find everything you need for today, were going to start with jojos, so grab the basket label jojos…”

You and Toaster were walking home, you notice they were kind of silent, more than average.

“Did you hate it that much?”

You were slightly embarrassed, you thought this would be something nice the two of you could do but if your partner really didn't like it you would let it go.

“No, I liked it.”

���You don't have to lie.”

“I'm …. not, little surprised myself, but I didn't hate it.”

You stayed silent wanting to hear more of his thoughts.

“I almost liked it, I didn't like that I was surrounded by others doing better than me, but they weren't paying attention to me, so, it was okay.”

When Toaster looked at you they realized that you wanted to know more so they continued.

“And I learned, even though I burnt the … jojos? The jojos, it was a simple mistake and it's an easy fix. And …”

Toaster mumbles and you miss the end of his sentence. You nudge him a little, letting them know you didn't catch that.

“I liked how happy you were.”

Over the month the two of you made many dishes and almost every time Toaster would react along the lines of.

“Is pizza supposed to taste this good.”

After the month was over there was a notable decrease in takeout dinners. Throughout the first week out you caught Toasty learning how to make ramen, not instant ramen but authentic level ramen. The problem was that they ate just as much ramen as before the classes, but at least he was making his own with different variations.

Motorcycle lessons.

I know he already knows how to ride a motorcycle, but I also think that if you ever expressed interest in driving your own, he’d drag you to some lessons.

He also loves being a troll, signing himself up as a beginner, asking obnoxious questions, then showing off how well he rides, like a natural.

(Read this with the knowledge that I know nothing about riding a motorcycle.)

It was the end of your lessons, after this, you would be able to apply for a license if you wished. The instructor was having the class do a simple lap on their course, you had just finished yours. You did pretty well, Xyx had a grin on his face the whole time for so many reasons. For one you looked fantastic on a bike, he also loved that you were willing to learn and share one of his passions, when you pulled up to the end he could help but feel proud, you were his. The last reason was that it was his turn now, and he was ready to burn rubber. After all this time, pretending to be the worst rider, worst student, he was ready to show the instructor what was what. Xyx stepped up to the instructor.

“So for this test, you need t-”

“I've got it. Keys?”

The instructor hesitantly gave the keys to Xyx, he grabbed them before the instructor could take them back. The Instructor did his best to stop Xyx but it was no use after his helmet was on, his legs swang over the bike. Xyx lifts the helmet shield, winking at you making your face heat up, mostly from embarrassment. The instructor took this chance to try and stop Xyx.

“Sir, I need you to -”

“To drive, got it.”

He slid the shield back down before starting the engine and driving off. He made sure to do everything the instructor wanted. When he pulled up to the end he was quick to shut everything off and make his way to the instructor for his grade.

“Other than your attitude and inability to listen you did everything, perfect.”

Xyx was proud at how relucent the instructed was to say that.

“Perfect.”

“But you were speeding, quite a bit, you should know that its dangu-”

Xyx had already started walking away, so the instructor gave up. When Xyx got to you he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Did I look good out there doll?”

“You looked reckless.”

“You wound me doll but I'll take the high road, I think you looked hot out there.”

Your face heated up again.

“Shut up.”

He laughed at how easy he could get you flustered.

[chris-continues]

Newest HC: toasty finds maxi skirts comfy (toasty canonically likes athleisure clothing) (confirmed by Robobarbie)

They’re probably like: it’s sweatpants but easier to change into lol

[coldshrugs]

idk u yet

pairing: teddy malone/nakedtoaster word count: ~775 Teddy is feeling cool and fine and totally normal as she closes her laptop and shoves it onto her cluttered nightstand. She shuffles down into her sheets a little more dramatically than necessary, as if convincing herself this is, indeed, the bedtime of a responsible adult.

She's got work in the morning–movie and book review columns to deliver to her local newspaper–and she can't be late. Again.

Keeping her eyes shut is taking near-full concentration, and even more effort is being spent on containing a grin.

The past week hasn’t felt real. Between work and writing for herself during her free time, there’s been the urge to click on a highly suspicious link, whirlwind friendships, some rogue code gaining sentience (she’s still ??? about that one), and… Toasty.

Toasty likes her.

“Fuck,” she whispers, hands flying to her face.

No. Toasty loves her. And she said it back.

“Fuck!”

It’s too soon, right? Definitely too soon. People don't do this after meeting a week ago. But after the week she's had, it was... kind of nice to look forward to seeing them at the end of each day. He’s so unexpectedly sweet, and clever, and kind, and funny, and–

Yeah, there’s no way in hell she’s getting any sleep right now.

Squinting against the light of her phone, Teddy opens a new text thread and punches in the number with no hesitation.

hi, it’s teddy💖 i can’t sleep

He asked for a text in the morning, and technically it’s morning now. If this were anyone else, she’d worry about coming on too strong. Somehow, she knows he won’t mind. But just in case:

hope this is okay. and also i hope this is actually toasty because awk af if not…

It only takes a couple seconds more before she has an answer.

it’s been 10 minutes, did u even try to sleep?

The grin breaks in full now, spreading just like the giddy warmth in her chest. Yep, that’s Toasty.

no, not really 😔

kinda hard to sleep after the last few days, y’know? i’ve got cold brew in the fridge, dw

oh u mean coming down from this shitshow of a week

well… mostly 🥴

i think??? we started dating??

LMAO i mean, if we’re not dating, we’ve really got to reevaluate these declarations

like “i love you! (but just as friends)” or something 😂😂

Toast takes a long time to reply to that one. Teddy can perfectly picture their furious blush, the stifled groan.

fuck off, we’re dating

i know it’s fast but idc if u don't

fuck it, can i call you?

And before she can shoot back a “yes,” Teddy’s phone is buzzing in her hand. She’s laughing, so hard she can barely squeak out “hello?”

“Yeah, I needed to hear that again.” Toasty’s smile is evident in their voice. “But why aren’t you fucking sleeping?”

“I’m horizontal! I’m under blankets! Are you even in bed yet?”

The pause is too long for the answer to be anything other than “no.”

“Okay but I don’t have to go anywhere tomorrow and–what timezone are you even in?”

They spend most of the next hour fake bickering about the logistics of it all. He’s on the west coast, she’s three hours ahead in Atlanta. And when can they meet? Her job’s not great about vacation time; they’d have to find a guest columnist and she’d miss out on pay. He tells her to quit her job and it’s a joke, but probably not one he’ll mean forever. It’s fine, she can live with video calls for now. He can too, but he’ll take a look at flights tomorrow.

Actual tomorrow, after they’ve both had some sleep.

She’s yawning now. The excitement is there but it’s already settling into something comfortable. This is real. This is happening.

There’s just one more thing. “Toasty?”

“Yeah?” He’s starting to sound wrecked too.

“You still haven’t told me your name.”

“To be fair, I still don't know yours either.”

She laughs conspiratorially at that. “Well, my full name is Theodora. Teddy for short–”

“You got your name past BloomBot?!” An edge of alertness bleeds into their voice. “How in the world?”

“You tell me, you built the thing! Sort of.”

“Goddammit, this is so unfair. But, uh, your name is adorable, not that that’s a surprise.”

“Did you think I was a beanie baby aficionado? Actually, don't answer that. Your turn,” she yawns again. “And hurry it up; I’m closing in on 3 AM over here.”

Even through his drowsiness, a rich giggle rings from the phone, seems to fill Teddy's chest.

“Okay, okay. My name is–”

[storrmywiinds]

Here are my name head canons for our very lovely blooming panic men ~ <3

Nightowl:

Ethan

Quest:

Damien

Nakedtoaster:

Alexander or Alex

Xyx:

Jordan

[expired-monster-craft-smp]

Blooming Panic hcs because I have literal brain rot but barely any of these are serious and you can tell who are my favs

Xyx

- has no idea what a grilled cheese sandwich is

- like you and Toasty were talking about having them for lunch or something and he goes “what the fuck is a grilled cheese sandwich. Do you,,,,do you grill two slices of cheese and eat it???? Is it just burnt cheese?????”

- you and Toasty are confused too but not with the same thing

- “YOU DONT KNOW WHAT A GRILLED CHEESE IS???????” “no?????” “ARENT YOU A GROWN MAN YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS”

- despite being a lawyer, he doesn’t actually know a lot of basic things

- “wdym I cant put white clothes and coloured clothes in the washer together, they’re both clothes” “…how are you almost 30”

- the eyeliner he’s wearing is actually the same eyeliner he applied 2 years ago

- you know how some ppl go for the crusty emo look?? Yeah, he perfected it

- has never been in the closet, he came out the second he knew so he could make even more jokes

- he wears a fairly large shoe size so he constantly says shit like “well u know what they say about men with big feet😏” “Xyx I’m in the middle of a raid SHUT THE FUCK UP”

- dislikes ham for no reason in particular, he just thinks it’s weird

- used to play the knife game a lot. Like a concerning amount

- hates hair gel cause it makes his hair Crunchy but he has to clean up nicely for work so he sits there and wants to wash his hair so bad but he can’t cause then he just has a weird mullet thing

- has a tongue piercing

- even though he uses “lawyer” words and makes lawyer puns constantly, no one knew his career until he outright told them

- “yeah so im a lawyer” “YOURE A WHAT?? HOW ?!??” “WHO THE FUCK USES THE WORDS PERJURY AND LIBEL IN NORMAL CONVERSATIONS???” “IDK ONION??” “okay fair u got me with that one”

- because only you and Toasty (started having voice calls after Xyx shared his face) have heard his voice, no one else in the server has any idea he’s Not American so they assume he’s American

- likes fairy bread. Like a lot. Maybe too much.

- no literally sometimes it’s all he eats for days. Every single meal it’s just. Fairy bread.

- he flusters so easy whenever someone is being genuine like you can say you want to peg him or smthin and he’ll flirt right back but if you tell him you want to cup his face oh so gently and kiss him slowly he breaks

- well actually if you say you wanna peg him he’ll probably get flustered too but ignore that

- he’s double jointed

- eats whipped cream right out of the can

- has extra teeth from when he was younger and his teeth are also Very Sharp

- makes fun of Toasty for having a peanut allergy

- “I thought u were fruity Toast, why can’t u handle nut?“ “for the love of god please stop” “…do u need to bring an epipen when u suck someone off” “STOP OMG WHAT IS WITH U TODAY” “wdym I’m like this everyday”

- always uses the perfect amount of cologne it’s terrifying, it’s never too much or too little

- got his appendix removed and needed his tonsils removed too but he wanted to keep them so they had to sedate him

- he was Not pleased

NakedToaster

- as implied earlier, they are allergic to peanuts

- he thinks they’re gross anyways so he doesn’t care really

- forgets that they’re really tall sometimes and smacks his head on shit constantly

- “hey, have you seen m- FUCKING SHIT. OW” “…u good???” “Yea sorry I threw my noggin’ into my doorframe again”

- references vines to an unhealthy extent. Even the rare ones that only he seems to know about

- they say the reference out loud and laugh but since no one else knows it they think they’ve just gone fucking crazy

- “ya know, like that one vine?” “No, no we don’t know”

- likes cheez-its but only after 1 am

- half Polish, 1/4 Estonian, 1/4 Russian

- why? Because they look so slavic it hurts and because I said so, fuck you

- likes cheese so fucking much it’s actually disgusting

- lactose intolerant

- only instrument he knows how to play is the fucking accordion but he doesn’t want to admit that so they just say they don’t know how to play any instruments

- avid reptile enjoyer, active amphibian hater

- stoner

- it just makes him feel weightless and warm and dizzy in such a good way so they smoke often but they prefer edibles, especially sweet ones

- gets super soft spoken and cuddly and sweet when high like the best way I can describe it is like subspace and it’s the cutest thing the World

- fairly good singer, often does little duets with Xyx when it’s late and they’re both inebriated in some way

- little spoon (I’m right about this)

- will wear the cat ears he bought as a joke for $20 or more

- probably plays League and mains Machine Herald

- “haha funny machine Russian man says the funny machine Russian man things that’s so silly of him”

- easiest person to fluster, you can say anything to them and he will turn bright red and stutter

- “your hair looks so cute today toasty :)” “hhhhhhhhthank u…”

- favourite drink is apple juice or warm apple cider

- actually has three monitors not two but the third one is only used to display a picture of big Marty at all times

- first time you saw it you broke down laughing and worried him because you looked like you weren’t properly breathing

- they probably have asthma

- got pneumonia once because he was too focused on final fantasy to take care of himself

- Toasty is actually autistic, this is true they told me himself

Quest

- can be worse than even Xyx when it comes to dirty jokes, but most of the time he doesn’t even realize he made such jokes

- puts someone random in the JAIL role every Tuesday depending on how badly behaved you are during the week in the server

- Xyx and Nightowl get this role the most

- likes to paint on skin like he really enjoys painting things like landscapes on someone’s forearm or back or stomach

- has accidentally drunk paint water several times

- whenever he gets a cut or he’s bleeding somewhere, he sucks all the blood off and thinks its a little bit tasty

- “no wonder I get so many mosquito bites, I taste delicious :^D” “what did u just type…”

- hates graham crackers for literally no reason

- takes gym mirror pics and sends them in general chat because everyone thinks he’s really hot

- even BIGLADY keysmashes over the pics

- Quest knows what he’s doing with those okay, but he likes to act completely oblivious

“[pic sent] finished my workout for today! :^) a bit sweaty but feeling pretty good” “ALSJSJSHSHS daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.” “???? I know I’m like the server dad but what does that have to do with this??”

- good at poker, absolute garbage at blackjack

- only one other than Xyx to beat Onion at chess

- likes celery because of how crunchy it is he just munches on it all day long practically

- the other sever members make fun of him for it because they do not particularly favour celery

- his glasses are always so dirty

- doesn’t drink all that often but when he does it’s almost guaranteed he’ll get blackout drunk. Why?

- he’s a fucking lightweight. And it’s kinda sad how little it takes for him to get absolutely fucking hammered

- thinks fish are very interesting

- likes frogs :)

- this has lead to arguments between him and Toasty, the resident amphibian hater

- “frogs are awesome!! Theyre so cute and little!!” “Are u prepared to die for those opinions? Because frogs are dogshit and I stand by that” “@NakedToaster has been timed out for 5 hours”

- will have quiet/silent calls with Nightowl with some quiet lofi music in the background where Quest does his work and Nightowl does him homework

- Quest loves lofi music and I will die on this hill

- throughly enjoys building 3D models of things

- probably the reason half the server has a praise kink and it’s completely by accident

- somehow always wins at Rock Paper Scissors??? No one knows how he does it

Nightowl

- has mild deuteranomaly (red green colourblindness type where they can usually see most shades of green)

- it’s not usually an issue though tbh and it doesn’t come up much for him in his day to day life

- hates apples and but loves apple slices

- uses kid toothpaste because he hates minty toothpaste

- used to have braces and would change the colour of the bands literally every appointment

- sucks at chess but dominates at checkers like he’s so fucking good at checkers

- has eaten a glass marble once and hasn’t seen it since

- has hundreds of tiktok drafts and most of them are thirst traps

- once super glued his hand to a wall and the fire department was in fact called

- has bpd but has never gotten treatment because he doesn’t know what it is and his mom talks shit about mental health stuff so he never even thought about going to therapy

- owns an Xbox 360 and plays it frequently

- has a massive scar on his thigh from attempting and failing at climbing a tree when he was younger

- is the reason why there is a “horny jail” role on the server

- listens to Kpop and tries to get the others into it the way Toasty tries to get ppl to play final fantasy

- tried sharpening his teeth with a nail file before and his dentist has been suspicious of him ever since

- “your teeth look sharper than they did the last time you were here” “haha that’s crazy…anyway-“ “🤨”

- has dyed his hair every colour of the rainbow but eventually got too tired of the upkeep and stopped

- his favourite snack are gushers

- has an Instagram account where he posts his art and has like 200K+ followers on it

- he wants an eyebrow piercing so bad but thinks it would look weird on him but the second that anyone would suggest it he would cave immediately and get one

- likes bang energy drinks, favourite is the cotton candy flavour

- has mixed bang with vodka once and lets just say he never did it again

- surprisingly steady hands

- really good with kids!!! He loves them so so much and they love him back!!! Used to babysit for family friends and family

- kind of a picky eater

- likes to dip his fingers in candle wax to make a little wax tower and then when it gets to be pretty tall he pops it off, lets it melt, and does it again

- he’s god at math but he’s kinda bad at reading because he’s severely dyslexic

- wears gold shimmer eyeshadow and puts on eyeliner everyday no matter what

- uses tone tags and has learned to ask for clarification when he’s confused about the tone of a sever message

[robobarbie]

hello im curious about the LI's + onion social circles ! totally not me wanting to know more about their life outside the server

I think i answered this before but im not sure so I'll say jic!

Nightowl has a few school friends and party friends, but nobody close. I do however hc that he and charlie (from thursday laundry) chat together at the laundromat.

Xyx has a small group of close friends. He sees them for dinners and adventures, but none of them are quite as adventurous as him.

Nakedtoaster doesn't really have friends, but he has work colleagues. He does raid with the same group of ppl, but he's always kept them at a distance emotionally.

Quest has no friends or social life. Occasionally a coworker will invite the whole team out for drinks and he'll tag along, but that's about it.

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Onion has no time for most friends, but he is close with several classmates and has made a study group with them over the years.