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choocokookie · 1 year

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OH SHIT THE BRAZILIAN FANDOM EXISTS!!! ummm how about... what it's like for the bloomic LIs to like someone who is... quite a bit shorter than them (about 1.50m). it can be sweet or nsfw, whichever you feel like!

Haha, yes, we exist! It is quite a small fandom, however, it is delightful to be around. Well, I really liked writing this piece... but I couldn't come with anything NSFW that was interesting to post at the blog. So, I will keep this one 100% SFW. Hope you still liking and thanks for the support <3

cw: gender neutral reader

Nightowl isn’t the tallest man alive, however, whenever he is near you it is impossible to not see his grin growing wider and wider at his lips. What can he do? You are just so adorable near him, he deeply adores to involve your delicate body with his arms and rest his chin over your head.

Teasing you is one of his favorite hobbies… After all, seeing your puffed cheeks and angry expression is too much for his heart, who warms up whenever he is able to rip out from you this kind of behavior. But don’t worry, he will never go too far… he may be a teaser, but he is not a cruel man. He just loves to provoke you, to watch you being slightly mad with him.

However, right after those moments of the man being quite mean, he will compensate you with comfortable cuddles. Owl will bring your body closer to his, so close in a point both heartbeats seem to be linked. As he rests his chin over your head, you know plenty well that it is impossible to escape from his embrace at this point… but it is ok. You know it is just his way to share his love with you, and honestly, you absolutely adore it.

Quest figure is so different from yours on an almost comic level. His tall and strong body is the complete opposite of yours, who is small and delicate… Whenever you two go out in public, it is impossible to not attract the attention from curious people. Saying that those people don't bother the man would be a lie, however, having you by his side can make all this situation way better.

The brunette is so kind with you… just like he is afraid of breaking your figure. As he holds you against his body, you can notice quite well how gentle he is trying to be with you, how much this gigantic man loves you to the point that he is scared of somehow harming you. And oh dear, it is so adorable. Your lips cross all his face, spreading sweet kisses all over it as you openly say how much you love him with all your heart.

Cuddling with him is such a good feeling… you feel so small in his grip, so protected. It is just like nothing could ever touch you again and somehow cause you any kind of harm. He is just like a big and comfortable bear, who is there to give you the affection you just crave so much.

It is almost impossible to not feel small around Toasty. A naturally tall person like them would already make anyone feel just so short, however, you are a very special case… Whenever they need to talk with you, you can notice their figure slowly curving itself until the point they are finally able to properly speak with you.

Kissing him is always a hard task, so, whenever you two want to share this sweet affectionate moment, you need to get on the tip of your toes… and it is just so cute. He never thought much about the height difference of his partners before, however, seeing you trying your best to be able to feel his warm lips against yours is something that can bring quite a cozy feeling to his heart.

Whenever you two are changing innocent touches with each other, laying over the soft bed, you can feel their chin kindly resting over your head - just like Nightowl does. In their embrace, you can realize how skinny your boyfriend is… even tho, you just love to feel so close to them at this point. You feel so small and loved by your lover.

If you taught Nightowl was a teaser, it is because you haven’t heard what Xyx enjoys making with you. At any chance he gets, he grabs an item and places it on a topper shelf, holds it right above you and intentionally avoids your kisses raising just a little bit his head. It is so adorable to see you all mad and embarrassed, doll… one of his favorite pastimes when you are around.

Don’t tho, he is more than ok to after such moments of teasing finally rewarding you with the affection you crave so much. He gently presses his lips over your neck, as he asks for you to forgive this poor man… And being completely honest with you: it is not like you can stay mad with him for such a long time. You love this man and the charm he carries with his personality… he is just so delightful.

When you come back to home, tired from your exhausting work, who seems to steal little by little your soul, you just wanna throw yourself in his hugs - and Xyx doesn’t mind even a bit with it. He firmly holds you, like he is afraid of you running away from your touch… but he isn’t rude or anything like that. The way he hugs you shows love and affection… an affection that makes his heart at least a little bit warmer.

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andheresthething · 1 year

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Crazy For You, Oh Boy

Summary: Nightowl dotes on you when you come to visit.

[Established Relationship] [Long-Distance Relationship] [Domestic Fluff] [Reunions] [Pet Names] [Kissing] [Cuddling & Snuggling] [Literal Sleeping Together] [Sexual Innuendos] [Househusband Energy] [No use of y/n] [Fem Reader]

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This is super rambly and drawn out but it's just loads of Nightowl fluff. Would appreciate feedback as I'd like to keep writing lil fics for my favorite Blooming Panic boy, carpal tunnel allowing.

Also, obligatory character playlist plug because I love it. Title comes from a lyric from a song on there :)

Reposted from AO3

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You impatiently stared out of the window as the car turned into the parking lot of an apartment complex. As it comes to a halt, you could not have gotten out of it sooner. Grabbing your backpack, you thanked the driver before closing the door. You went around to the back, opened the trunk, and hauled out a duffel bag. As overworked as you were, your wallet be damned if you paid for a checked bag, not that you really needed it anyway. Slamming the trunk closed, the car drove off. With your backpack on and the world's heaviest duffel bag slung over your shoulder, you practically ran towards the entrance of the building.

Once inside, you rocked your feet back and forth as you waited for the elevator to come to the ground floor. While your destination was only one floor away, your cargo would kill you before making it up half a flight of stairs, not to mention how much a long, cramped flight takes out of you. After an agonizing wait, the elevator arrived with a ding. You hopped in and repeatedly pressed the door close button, knowing full well that doing so would not speed up the process at all. Pent-up excitement was being taken out on your phone via death grip as the elevator went up. Another ding allowed your phone to live another day. With an exit now available, your speed walking to your destination rivaled that of senior citizens at the mall at 7 in the morning. Halting yourself in front of the door, you knocked.

“Hold on!” Nightowl shouted from the other side. Some faint chaos bleed through the door for a moment before the door swung open. You immediately flung yourself onto the person in front of you, enveloping him in a bear hug forceful enough to push him back a step or two. “Woah, hey there, cutie. I missed you so much,” he laughed, reciprocating the hug with the same amount of love.

“Fuck, I’ve missed you more, sweetheart,” you spoke into his neck. The two of you stayed in the hug a moment longer before moving slightly apart, still enough to hold each other. Nightowl leaned down for a kiss, that you happily gave. Though short, both of you had been dying for it.

“Glad you’re back home, things just feel so off when you’re not here.”

“I know, just a few more months, and we never have to do this again,” you smiled at him, lifting yourself slightly for another kiss. When you broke apart, a playful pout was on his face.

“Why can't you just stay here now,” he whined, tightening his grip on your waist slightly. Even after finishing his graduate program, he still acted like a little kid at times. You loved his playful demeanor, though.

“Because my sadist job is trying to kill me before I can leave,” you responded, starting to sway the two of you. “At least the new one will be much better.”

“Mmh, can’t wait till then. But, in the meantime, I will be a chivalrous gentleman and take your bags so that you can take a nice, long shower. I’ll order some food after, and we can have a quiet night in.”

“Ah, you’re truly wonderful, darling.”

“Only the best for you, cutie,” he said, giving you a peck on the lips.

Letting go of each other, you immediately dropped your bags onto the floor and handed Nightowl your phone. While you kicked off your shoes, Nightowl took your bags back to the bedroom. You quickly made your way back to the bathroom. With as often as you visited, it was easier to get a second shower brush and share toiletries than lug your own back and forth. Given that Nightowl wasn’t the 20-in-1 type of guy, you didn’t have to worry about your hair being dry and skin breaking out.

As you took your long-deserved shower, Nightowl put himself to work unpacking your things. Putting your clothes in his closet, your phone and laptop on his desk and charging them, accessories on his own stands, and whatever else you had brought in their rightful places. While the majority of the time he wouldn’t do these things for himself, for you, he spends a full day getting his place clean up for your arrival. Not to say that he was a slob, but the life of an architect could be very demanding. He sometimes joked with himself that if his carrier fell through he would be the perfect househusband for you.

Eventually, your shower ended and you went across the hall in your towel to get changed. Walking into the bedroom, you’re greeted with Nightowl laying on the bed, scrolling through the several options on DoorDash. He looked up at you and grinned. “You’re looking good, cutie. I unpacked everything for you while you were in there.”

“Absolutely wonderful you are,” you hummed, making your way over to the closet to pick out something to throw on for the night.

“For you, anything,” He stared at you, nothing but adoration filling his eyes as you grabbed your clothes. “Want me to close my eyes?”

“If you don’t mind,” you responded. Although you have seen each other in every state of undress imaginable, he still felt the importance of privacy whenever wanted. You appreciated his care, especially given your history of mediocre relationships with people who couldn’t bother with those sorts of things. When he closed his eyes, you quickly got yourself dressed in a random t-shirt of indeterminate ownership and the sluttiest pair of plaid pajama pants you could find. “You’re good now,” you spoke, starting to dry your hair off with the towel you wore into the room. At your command, Nightowl opened his eyes to look at you once more.

“I think I like this combo better than the towel.”

“I tried with the pants.”

“And you succeeded,” he chuckled. “So, did you think over what you want for dinner?”

“Hmm,” you began as you continued to dry your hair, “You craving anything?”

Nightowl shook his head, “Not really, I’m good with whatever.”

“Then can we get something from that one Chinese place over by that one bookstore?” you asked cheerfully.

“Sure thing, cutie. The usual?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, love!”

Nightowl went back to his phone to place your order while you went back to the bathroom to hang your towel. When you returned, he set his phone down and patted the spot next to him. You lay down next to him, moving closer to lay your head on his chest.

Nightowl wrapped an arm around your waist. “How was your flight?" he asked.

"About as good as it can get with two babies on board."

"Aw man, sorry you got stuck with that.”

"At least your neighbors don't have kids."

"I don't think I could have made it through grad school if they did. I hope the shower relaxed you some though," he said, starting to rub your stomach with his thumb slightly.

"Not as much as lying here with you right now," you smiled at him.

“Pretty girl on my chest and she’s this sweet? I won at life being able to have you all to myself.” Your face went pink at his words. Although he said things like that all the time, it never failed to make you feel like a dumb teenager when he did. The best you could do was let out a small whine in response. “Aww, and you’re all flustered by that? You’re killing me here, cutie.”

“Oh, shush, it’s just 'cause I haven’t seen you in months.”

“Sure, if you say so,” he hummed.

The two of you continued to talk about random topics as you waited for your dinner. Due to the wonders of technology and neither of you possessing the ability to be okay with not calling every day, there wasn’t anything exactly big to catch up on. A little while longer went by until Nightowl got a notification that the driver was at the building. The two of you got up, he to acquire the food, and you to grab drinks and pick out the entertainment you would be promptly ignoring. After a decent look in the fridge, you grabbed two beverages of choice and plopped yourself onto the couch.

You waited a moment longer before Nightowl came back with the food. He brought the bag to the couch and rummaged through it to hand you your food along with a pair of chopsticks graciously provided by the restaurant. You, starving, started eating before he even got around to opening his food.

“God, I’ve missed this so much,” you started between chews, “Seriously, this place has the best Chinese food I’ve ever had.”

“And here I was thinking you meant eating takeout with me,” he joked.

“I suppose I missed that too, but I don’t know, this lo mein is pretty fucking good,” you shot back. With his free hand, Nightowl placed a hand on his chest and leaned back, closing his eyes.

“Oh, I can’t believe she loves egg noodles more than me!” he remarked. You giggled a bit in response.

“Fine, perhaps I love the current activity more than egg noodles.”

“Just the activity?”

“You’re not gonna make me say this, are you?”

“How else would I know if you don’t say it out loud, to my face?” The little antic of his was one reminiscent of one faithful night in the call channel of the Bloomic server. Over time, you learned that he loved to pull this type of line either to get you flustered over little things or annoy the shit out of you.

“Fine, I definitely absolutely, love you, Nightowl, more than egg noodles or eating egg noodles in your presence,” you playfully groaned out.

“You hear that? She loves me more than egg noodles!” he shouted. You smiled at his response. Though a cute moment, it was quickly ended by a banging from the wall in front of you.

“Shut the fuck up in there!” A neighbor shouted through the wall. The two of you stared at each other in surprise before Nightowl yelled a quick apology back.

“That’s the second neighbor you’ve pissed off by boasting about my love for you,” you said after a moment.

“I would happily piss off several more if it means I can brag about you,” he said, going back to finish his food, “Granted, as long as it doesn’t get me evicted.”

You chuckled. “Good call.”

As time went on, you continued mindless banter accompanying the completion of your meals. Even once finished, the two of you sat together and talked for what seemed like forever. You even managed to squeeze out some information, albeit, fairly vague, about the dates he had planned for the two of you during your stay. At some point, all the travel and excitement of the day had gotten the better of you. While you did try to hide it, a yawn gave your state of energy away to Nightowl.

“I saw that, cutie. A queen needs her beauty sleep.”

“Says you.”

“I’ll have you know that I still get my full 8 hours every night,” he asserted.

You chuckled, which turned into another yawn. “Maybe so, but you still live life in another time zone.”

“When you’re here, it gets a bit more normal.”

“Really?” you thought for a moment, “Huh, I guess it does. Wonder why?”

“Maybe it’s cause I worry about your well-being in terms of sleep so much that it rubs off on me,” he pondered.

“If taking care of me gets you to take care of yourself, then I'm all for it,” you smiled at the sweetness of it all.

Nightowl got up and started collecting the empty containers, “You go on to bed, I’ll meet you there in a minute.”

“You sure?”

“Mhm, you come first, cutie.”

You got up from the couch, “Absolutely the best to me.”

You cupped his face, giving him a peck on the cheek before making your way to bed. Little did you know, but that small act of affection melted Nightowl’s heart. Blushed, he took a moment from cleaning up to compose himself. He didn’t exactly know why he reacted with the fuzzy, teenager-in-love feeling, but he welcomed it nonetheless. He picked up the pace to join you just slightly sooner.

While he was finishing up, you had practically thrown yourself into bed, the exhaustion finally hitting you. You got yourself comfortable and passed the time looking around the room, studying what’s changed since you last visited. Though a tad boring, you didn’t exactly possess the brain power to check your phone and retain anything.

Eventually, a blonde figure caught the corner of your eye. You turned to face your beloved Nightowl as he entered the room, shutting the door behind him. He turned off a small desk lamp, allowing the fairy lights over his bed to illuminate the room. You sleepily pat the spot next to you, which he happily filled, snuggling as close to you as he could. The sparking of the lights above the two of you reflected in his brown eyes. Even in your extremely groggy state, you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of your boyfriend.

“You ready to sleep?” he mumbled, seeming to try to hide a yawn of his own.

“Yeah,” your eyes were already fluttering closed. Nightowl brought an arm around you and planted a kiss on the top of your head. “Maybe tomorrow you can be the activity I love.”

“I will most definitely make sure that becomes true,” he smiled, “Goodnight, cutie.”

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

The warm lights illuminated the two of you drifting off to sleep together for the first time in months. All became still in that apartment, and for a night, all was right in the world.

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thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos · 1 year

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heyo!! can i ask for a little angst for the bp LIs 😌 scenario isss: mc has a very dangerous job (like a spy or smth) but doesn't say anything abt it. one day, they're sent on a mission that goes bad and they're heavily injured to the point where they go into a short coma. when they wake up, they have to tell their lover the truth. how do the LIs react??

ty!! stay hydrated bestie <33

warnings: guns, injuries/broken limbs, blood violence, hostipals/doctor's office notes: idk why this took me so long, i was STRUGGLING but i do like how it turned out. i only did owl and toast, might write quest and xyx's parts later. sorry about that and the wait, and ty for requesting this amazing prompt and being so patient @gabinggabi have a lovely day hope you enjoy <3

despite it all

a single lightbulb flickered inside a concrete basement. the only sounds present were the near-silent noise of your breathing and steps across the floor. sweat dripped down your forehead as you held your pistol close to your chest. the air was so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

your goal was to free a hostage from their holder. the building was surrounded, however you were the only one inside the building. it was truly a solo mission, and a stealth one at that. you would be alright, you thought. you were a professional after all.

keys began to turn in the door. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, diving behind whatever large object you could find.

unfortunately for you, this particular room had a corner mirror. before you knew it you were pinned to the wall by a surprisingly tough, scrawny man, no older than 30.

he kicked you in the chest, before taking your gun from you. he used it to strike you in the face before aiming it at you, backing you into the wall.

your ribs ached and your body was bruised, cheek already turning red and nose bleeding.

you wracked your brain for something, anything you could do to gain the upper hand. anything to get away, preferably with the hostage. they were the priority here, as soon as they escaped your team could rush into the house and apprehend the criminal.

unfortunately, things were not going so well.

you doubled over as the kidnapper shoved his knee into your stomach, before elbowing you directly on the back of your head.

black patches were beginning to cloud the sides of your vision. your ears were ringing. you fell onto your knees, desperately gripping into the criminals leg in an attempt to do some sort of damage.

your efforts were fruitless however. the criminal proceeded to press his foot down on your arm. you could feel it crack. he pulled back, before kicking you in the side, wringing a pained groan from you. you could taste blood and your head screamed at you.

almost mercifully, he put you out of your misery, whacking you in the head with the pistol once again, finally knocking you out.

black consumed your vision, both a pain and a relief as footsteps faded away, followed by the slamming of a door.

you woke with a start, looking this way and that. panic set in. what happened? did you end up catching the criminal? was the hostage okay? where were you?

it smelled of hand sanitizer and disinfectant. the overhead lights were bright enough to cause a headache. everything in your field of vision was a stark white. you were in a hospital.

on second thought, everything was white, except for your partner on the chair next to your bed.

— nakedtoaster

you blinked as it set in. something went wrong. you were in the hospital, your arm broken, your head aching, and bruises all over. and toasty was there.

you had no idea how long you had been out. god, you hoped it hadn't been that much time. but no matter how long it had been, your boyfriend was there, still; and if their state told you anything, it was that they hadn't left your side since you were checked in.

despite all the circumstances, a smile found it's way to your face.

"dear?" you spoke. or, more correctly, tried to speak. your voice sounded croaky and quiet, like it had been through a grater.

he jolted awake, foggy eyes darting around the room before landing on you.

eyes suddenly clear as day, their mouth hung open.

"Y/N?!" they shouted.

he immediately dove for your hand, holding it in his own and checking your pulse with the other, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"oh, fuck! i should call a nurse," they laughed; a delighted, shocked, lovely laugh.

"toast, i—"

BANG! a nurse comes into the room, drowning out anything you were going to tell them.

after hours of tests and waiting and resting you finally got a moment alone with your partner.

it felt like it had been forever. actually, you had been told it was only a few days that you were out. but hell if that had a baring on how you felt.

speaking of how you felt... well. there was a lot on your mind, to say the least.

you had just woken up from a short coma after a failed rescue mission, all types of injured and wounded. there was no logical way that you could have rescued the victim. your medical bills would be through the roof. but most of all, you didn't know how to even begin to explain this to toasty.

as they say, there's no time like the present. because in the present, he was asking you what's on your mind.

"honey? you alright?" they gently asked again after you failed to respond the first time.

"ah, um. well," you started, throat feeling much better than before.

"i haven't been... entirely honest about my career." you admitted shamefully, refusing to meet their eyes. this wasn't how you wanted them to find out.

he raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to continue.

"i am — was? — a... vigilante of sorts. it was organized, not just some hobby. i was paid, full time obviously." you took a breath in. you were avoiding what you clearly needed to talk about. you exhaled.

"that's why i wound up here. usually i never get injured like this! this was the first time that a hospital was necessary," you realized every word that left your mouth sounded worse and worse.

"i swear i just, i got careless and—" your breath hitched when you look up to your lover's face.

their eyes were filled to the brim with tears, a few spilling down their cheeks as they inched closer and closer to you, so clearly wanting to embrace you but struggling to do it in a way that wouldn't hurt you.

the sight was enough to break your heart.

you couldn't resist stepping in, leaning your head on his shoulder as you felt sobs begin to wrack their body. you wrapped your free arm around them, holding them as tight as you could.

they went to place their hand in several different spots before resting on the back of your head, pulling you closer. they pressed their lips to the crown of your head in a sweet kiss.

you stood like that, holding each other for a long while before having a seat on the bed.

"i should start from the beginning of the mission that caused, you know," you gestured to yourself, "this."

you began to painfully explain what happened to you, each memory like pulling teeth for the both of you.

once you finished your recollection (after going on several tangents), you braced yourself for the worst. you knew he would never yell or fight, but somehow silence seemed worse. you couldn't help but fret.

"i love you, and i was so so so scared. god, i am so glad you're okay." they breathed, each word dripping with emotion.

"...well, as okay as you can be." he added with an entertained glint in his eye and a huff. it was very like him.

all your worry was for naught.

sure, you would need to talk more about this. it would take time. but it was okay. you were okay.

time had passed, you broke down, but nothing had changed.

you still had each other.

— nightowl

your boyfriend was bouncing his leg anxiously, face resting on his hand as he stares off into space. it was clear he hadn't slept well, if at all, for who knows how long.

something had went horribly wrong, and he was fretting over what he didn't know. things you might not even know. you had to do something. you went to reach your hand out towards him, before realizing you had an IV drip.

"babe?" you managed to call before breaking into a coughing fit. it was as if your throat had dried like paint on a wall.

owl watched, eyes open just as wide as his mouth. not word left him, only a long stretch of uncanny silence.

nurses rushed in, but his silence was the loudest thing in the room.

test after test followed check up after check up before you finally could rest.

rest, and finally see your boyfriend.

thin white sheets lay over your body, arm in a cast and bandages wrapped around several separate injuries.

after the quiet of your waking, you could not be sure how he would react. you knew he loved you no matter what, but you couldn't help but imagine the worst. your mind raced, spiraling and spiraling, until—

the door opened with a click, and just like that nightowl was on top of you, squeezing you so tight you could feel all of your injuries and bruises resurfacing.

"Y/N!" he wailed, hot tears seeping into your robe.

"i, i was so worried," he let out between sobs.

you pat his back as well as you could before groaning out a small "my ribs..."

he immediately jumped back, cupping your face and turning it this way and that to make sure no bruises were there before pressing an overeager kiss to your lips. your teeth clashed together, before breaking apart into laughter.

"you're okay," he gasped.

"i'm so relieved." he teared up again, taking your (not broken) hand in his.

you brought it to your lips, giving the back of his hand a gentle kiss. his mushy smile grew, before immediately forming a frown.

"and i'm so mad at you! why didn't you tell me something was wrong? that you were in danger?" he half-pleaded, half lectured, voice a perfect combination of sternness and desperation.

now your eyes were teary, squeezing his hand.

"i..." you started, struggling to find the words.

owl gave an encouraging hand squeeze back.

you began an explanation, starting with your real job and going through how you got injured. owl nodded along, intertwining your fingers part way through.

by the end he was crying again.

"why... why didn't you tell me?" he asked. he sounded more tired and understanding than anything else.

"i didn't want you to worry." you mumbled, realizing how silly you sounded. and boy, did he make sure you knew it as he lectured you.

you pulled him down to the bed, a grin on your face. he was still himself. you kissed his cheek, giggling as he stopped talking and turned pink.

"i love you. thank you for worrying about me and... for being here." you smiled, stroking his hand with your thumb.

"of course i was here!" he exclaimed, as if you just thanked him for breathing.

"i love you more." he said, finally relaxing into your touch.

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vipersiia · 1 year

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characters? quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, nightowl, and onionthief

recently talked about onionthief and romantic literature quotes,, and started having,..,., mm thoughts. quotes can be from your view or theirs, up to perspective.

all quotes taken from various works of literature, and some are translated from other languages <3

quest ;

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world - the song of achilles, madeline miller

if a million loved you, i am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, if no one loved you then know that i am dead - letters to milena, franz kafka

xyx ;

if, however, your feelings have changed, i will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love...i love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on - pride and prejudice, jane austen

i love you in this way because i do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no i or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when i fall asleep your eyes close - cien sonetos de amor(100 love sonnets), pablo neruda

toasty ;

and sometimes i have kept my feelings to myself, because i could find no language to describe them in - sense and sensibility, jane austen

i love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty - juliette drouet's love-letters to victor hugo, juliette drouet

owl ;

if someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night i tell her about you - shahrazad al-khalij

i love you. today. tonight. tomorrow. forever. if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. if I were to live a thousand lives, i would want to make you mine in each one - the retribution of mara dyer, michelle hodkin

onion ;

i can listen no longer in silence. i must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope... i have loved none but you - persuasion, jane austen

and I know that i want the impossible, and that you’re above the claim of imagination, above possession and above destiny - impulse, nizar qabbani

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0rphiichaze · 1 year

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The door to your house closes with a squeak.

Today had been… Well, it wasn’t awful. Just the same draining 9 to 5 slew of pages and pages of documents and forms handed to you by your boss. It was honestly upsetting how quickly you’d gotten used to it — the sapping hustle and bustle of a white-collar job. Maybe one day you’d be able to do something different, something more; but for now you were stuck in this cycle. At least you had one thing to look forward to.

“Owl, I’m home!”

Him.

The patter of feet echoes through the otherwise quiet home, and a familiar figure skidds around the corner of the hall. You can practically feel your mood lift as nightowl appears in front of you, like an angel sent from the heavens. He might as well be with those golden locks framing his rosy face. He gazes at you with a shaky grin.

“Oh, cutie! I um, wasn’t expecting you to be home yet—“ There’s a waver in his voice and jitter in his posture. He straightens up unnaturally, causing your eyes to be drawn to his apparel.

“…Are you wearing an apron?”

His cheeks flush bright pink. He rubs the back of his head, tussling his hair. “Yeah, I was uh—“ He abruptly cuts off, his head perking up like a dog who just spotted a treat. His eyes go wide, his head swiveling towards the kitchen. A slew of creative curses slip from his mouth, and he rushes towards whatever caught his attention. Just as you’re about to ask what’s wrong, you smell it. Something burning.

You hurry to the kitchen and find owl pulling a pan off the stovetop. Your face scrunches at the sight. Whatever was in the pan is unrecognizable now — reduced to a mess of blackened shapes. He twists the eye’s dial to turn it off and slowly turns back to you with a small frown.

He stands in silence for a few tense seconds, his shoulders drooped. Finally, he murmurs, “I really messed up, huh?” He tries for a laugh, but fails. It peters out into a sigh. “..I’m sorry, I was trying to make dinner today — but I got distracted.” His eyes drift over to the culprit; the discarded switch lite laying on the countertop. He looks back to the floor tiles. He adamantly avoids your gaze, almost like he’s afraid of what he’ll see there. It seems like he’s waiting to be scolded for his blunder.

But your mind is thinking about anything but reprimanding him. He was… making dinner for you? Your heart soars.

“Owl… Can you look at me? Please?”

His hands clench at his sides. Slowly, his brown eyes meet yours. He bites his bottom lip, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes glossy. It seems like he might just apologize again, but he’s cut off when you press your lips to his. His eyes immediately go wide before squeezing shut, his arms slipping around your back to pull you even closer. When you pull away, he looks at you with so much awe and adoration, you almost kiss him again. But you’re able to reign in your desire, instead opting to smile at him.

“I love you. I really do.” And without any further explanation, you pull away completely, taking your phone from your pocket. “I’ll order something. What d’you want?”

“You. I mean— pizza.”

After a moment, you smile.

“I can do both.”

#Good evening nightowl enjoyers #Y’all based as hell #Anyways writers block is a hoe take this hot mess I wrote for a friend months ago smiley face #bloomic #nightowl bp #nightowl x reader #nightowl blooming panic #blooming panic #nightowl x y/n #✩ Shnooks Writing !!

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manikasu-nyx · 2 years

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post fair headaches | bloomic x reader

just got back from the fair with my s/o and my head is splitting so I thought why not write something while I’m tired?

content/characters: nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, gender neutral reader, xyx is a little shit, toasty is tired, some product placement/advertising

nightowl:

just as fucked up as you honestly

both of your heads are pounding but for different reasons

the movement from the rides caught up with you

he’s not used to staying up that long in the daylight

you’re both glad when you collapse into bed when you get home

you both feel sweaty and sticky when you get home but neither of you have the energy to take a shower

so you just reheat your fair food and put on a movie until you pass out in each other’s arms

“Oh my god I am so tired,” you groan, kicking off your shoes in the doorway as nightowl does the same, the both of you then struggling to take your jackets off and not drop your food at the same time.

“You’re tired? I haven’t slept since this morning,” he says, walking past you and stretching, setting his bags of food and plushies down on the counter. Looking at it now, maybe you did go overboard on the games.

“Yes, that’s an uncommon occurrence for you,” you tease, kissing his forehead as you walk to his room, immediately rummaging through your luggage to find something to sleep in. “I smell like sweat and should shower but I’ll do that in the morning.”

“Amen to that, cutie,” he says, going over and pecking your forehead, before going over to his clothes and picking out something for himself to sleep in.

“Wanna reheat our food and play cheesy movies until we pass out?”

“Oh my god. You know me so well. I love you.”

“I love you too, dork.”

quest

his head hurts a little but he’s alright for the most part

spends the rest of the night taking care of you

gets you painkillers and runs you a bath

sits with you in the bathroom with incense flowing though the house

“it’s supposed to help with headaches, I think”

if the smell is too much he immediately puts it out

but for the sake of the fic that goes with this let’s say it’s light

“Okay, I think I have everything. I got something light for you to eat when you get out, and these are some warm towels when you’re ready to dry off,” Quest says, placing the towels down on the edge of the sink, before walking over and sitting down on the edge of the tub next to you, holding his hand out to you.

You place your hand in his own, giving a warm smile as he kisses your knuckles, rubbing them softly. “Quest, you’re too good for me,” you say, your hand sinking back under the bubbles, your head sinking down a bit more into it. The soft scent of peppermint flowed through the house, making you hum softly.

“Hey, Quest?”

“Yes, Angel?”

“You know what this peppermint smell makes me want?”

“…Hot chocolate?”

“You know me so well~” you say, leaning up and giving him a peck on the cheek, him adverting his eyes to the wall until you slipped back under the bubbles. What? He’s respectful.

“Sure thing, angel. I’ll go make us some hot chocolate. And maybe get The Nightmare Before Christmas ready too,” he says, adding a wink to the last part as he left the bathroom.

And that last sentence is when you knew you loved that man.

xyx

oh this man

this mother fucker

is somehow perfectly fine

probably IS the reason for your headache

gets you on shit that flips you upside down and sideways

gets you fucked up off inertia

you’re a mess when you get back home

and he’s still trying to get you to go out

it’s only when cat intervenes do his shenanigans stop

“C’mon, love, you’re okay! The night’s barely started, let’s go and do something else! I hear there’s concert near here starting soon, we can probably sneak in!” He says, walking around the room while you contemplate if the criminal charges of hitting him with a desk lamp are worth it.

“Xyx, I’ve already told you, I’m tired and my head is splitting. Go sneak in yourself, loser,” you reply, deciding to just pull a pillow over your head, trying to ignore the pulsating pain in your brain.

“It won’t be any fun without you there! Besides, I don’t want anyone feeling me up, I’m already taken by the best person on this planet~” he coos, flopping onto the bed and pulling you over, planting kisses wherever he can reach.

Just as you’re about to consider if the punishment for 3rd degree manslaughter is really that bad, Cat comes into the room, meowing softly and jumping up onto the bed, nuzzling their obnoxious owner’s arm.

“Oh, Cat! There you are. Maybe you can help me convince no-fun over here to go out?” He asks, scratching behind the feline’s ears as they meow again, purring softly.

“Oh wait, is your food bowl empty?” He asks quietly, picking Cat up and scurrying off to go check the state of their own little corner.

You have never been happier this man was a cat owner. Maybe pampering them will give you the quiet you need. For a little while, anyway.

When Xyx comes back, he finds you passed out on the bed, hugging the pillow you had been hiding with to your chest. He gives a soft smile, before pulling the blanket over you and going to fetch some water before you woke up.

He wasn’t a complete monster, after all.

nakedtoaster

they’re tired

just absolutely fucked up

he wanted to stay home and play the critically acclaimed mmorpg final fantasy vix that has a free trial and includes the entirety of a realm reborn and

but your puppy dog eyes broke his weak soul

they regret it immediately

the rides were kinda fun after he got done screaming at the first rollercoaster

but they’re so antisocial they don’t go to fairs often so that inertia hits them FAST

you go home and take care of him while he lays in bed regretting all of his life choices

“How you holding up?” You ask quietly, placing the cup of water and some painkillers down on the bedside table, rubbing his head gently as he groans into the pillow.

“Head… splitting. I want to sleep,” he says, the headache breaking his English. You nod sympathetically, moving his head onto your lap, which he complies with easily, looking over at the items on the bedside table.

“Did you at least have a little bit of fun while we were out there?” You ask, hoping this experience wasn’t completely horrible for them. They think for a minute, before turning to look up at you, taking your hand and holding it to their head, seemingly enjoying the pressure.

“Yes, I did. Once you get past the whole there-are-so-many-people-here and post-inertia headache stuff, anyway,” they said, reaching over to the painkillers and popping two in their mouth, swallowing the water after.

“Well, I’m glad. Next time we’ll pace ourselves, okay?” You suggest, holding your pinky out to him, a small smile on your face. He contemplates it, before reaching up and interlocking your pinkies together.

“You’re so good to me. Deal.”

“Only cause you deserve it~” you say, pecking his forehead as his cheeks become slightly dusted pink.

You sit with his head on your lap for a bit longer, him and his headache enjoying the calm, and making plans for less-taxing activities throughout the night.

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mrsedogawaranpo · 2 years

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Pairing: NakedToaster/Reader, Nightowl/Reader, Quest/Reader, Xyx/Reader [Separate Scenarios]

AN: Bloomic men giving blowjobs.

NakedToaster:

Toaster looked beyond embarrassed to be doing this.

You had told them there was no pressure, that it was just a suggestion and that you’d be perfectly happy to go without but… There had been a determined look in their eyes when they saw how turned on you really were. They had licked their lips before carefully lowering themselves between your legs, glancing up again to see you were staring. They looked over to the bed at a pillow and you took the hint, holding it over your face so you weren’t tempted to stare when they didn’t want to be watched.

That would have to be for another time.

Toaster was already devising a plan in their head, on how they could get you hard and push you to the brink before suddenly stopping. And before the mood could be ruined they would sit on your lap, arms wrapped around you as they asked for you to fuck them (they hoped the gaming chair could take a decent bit of weight but they knew from previous… sexual incidents that the limit wouldn’t be pushed because of you two). The thought of your cock sliding inside them, hot and hard, it made their own dick twitch in their pants. They started to touch themselves as well, unable to hold themselves back, moaning as you bucked your hips up into their mouth.

“Toasty, c’mhere…” You pulled them up before their plan had even started, hands gripping their ass tightly, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“T-That’s fine but not near the computer—Hey!” They’re surprised as you lifted them up, legs wrapping around your middle to make it a bit easier on you.

“What? You said not near the computer, I was just doing what you wanted.” You grinned at them as you gently placed them down on the bed, careful not to lean on their hair. “Your lips looked extra beautiful wrapped around my cock, dear, but it’s even prettier when I can kiss you all I want.”

Nightowl:

You loved the look on Nightowl’s face as he looked up at you with complete reverence.

One of your favorite messages from him had been ‘I’m obsessed with ur cock’ and he had proven the statement to be true every time you came over, on his knees in seconds before you. He tugged impatiently at your pants and opened his mouth with a sparkle in his eye, the ends of his lips quirking up as you place the tip of your dick on his tongue. He’s an expert with his tongue, something you learned the first night you spent together, feeling it swirl and lick. His hands reached up to grab at your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh as he took as much of your cock in his mouth as he could.

He’s already imagining what it’ll be like to be pinned beneath you on his plush bed, gasping and groaning as you thrust into him with a vicious pace. He always loved it hard and fast, but he loved it even more when you took your time with him. Dragging your cock along his ass, teasing his entrance by pushing the head of your dick against it and refusing to do more until he begged for it.

Nightowl was never above begging, not when it was for you.

He fought back the need to cough as your come shot down the back of his throat, sucking you until you were dry and pulling away. The string of saliva and come mixed together connecting his mouth to your dick made your cock twitch, wishing you could fuck his throat again but knowing you wanted to take care of him first.

“On the bed.” He listened to your demand without another word, sending you a flirty look as he threw himself backwards onto said bed, legs dangling over the edge. He spread his legs before you even asked, sliding his pants off but you stopped him before he got to his underwear.

“Why?” He pouted, “My dick wants to be freee!”

“He’ll be free, hush.” You kissed his dick through the cloth of his pants, looking up at him with a smile. “But I want to toy with you a little first~”

Quest:

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

But Quest wouldn’t let you, the roleplay you had set up had required a ‘no strings attached’ type relationship and he was determined to follow it. You don’t think you could even pretend to be emotionally detached from him but he demanded it, a serious look in his bright blue eyes. Use him, fuck his mouth, you had to acquiesce to this stranger’s request.

You held either side of his head and guided him down on your cock, shoving yourself inside as deep as you could go until Quest’s eyes grew teary. You almost second guessed this but he didn’t give you the signal that he wanted to stop, his eyes fluttering closed so you didn’t keep getting distracted. You started a steady pace as you held him in place, your heart stuttering in your chest as lewd noises filled the room. It was almost too scandalous for you to take but Quest was too goddamn sexy for you to stop facefucking him.

There was something sexy about having your partner use you for pleasure, Quest had never thought about it before now but in the moment, when he was horny, he wanted you to use him. He wanted to know that he could make you feel good in ways that other people could never dream of, that when you saw something sexual you thought of him over anyone else. Of course, you were in a committed relationship so you did actually think of him before everyone else, but still. It was just… It was hard to explain, but at least you were understanding.

He drank down every last drop of come you gave, swallowing like a good boy and looking up at you with a dazed smile.

“I… Love you very much, Quest,” You offered your hand and helped him stand, wiping some drool off the side of his mouth. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do to you?”

“…I have a few more things in mind, if you’re willing to listen.”

Xyx:

You should’ve known getting a blowjob from Xyx would go like this.

A man talented with his mouth, that was for sure, but he was just as infuriating in the server as he was in real life. Your hands were quite literally tied, your legs spread as Xyx had sat himself comfortably between them. It was doing slow, lazy swirls around your sensitive tip, even more sensitive when he took his mouth off to blow on it lightly. When you made a comment that it wasn’t a candle he let out a laugh, grinning up at you.

“Impatient, love?” Xyx’s tone was teasing but you could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at you; he had been the one to practically rip your pants off once you had gotten home from work. It had been a while since you were both in the mood, he had been through a rough patch at work, but things were starting to even out again… Which also meant he was willing to fuck you any time, any place, as long as you’d let him.

“I can’t help—Fuck!” Your head is thrown back at the sudden sensation of Xyx’s warm, wet mouth completely covering your cock suddenly, “God, Xyx!”

“Why are you calling for God when I’m already here?” You groaned in frustration as he goes back to slow steady licks along your shaft, “I think that deserves a punishment~”

There was no such thing as mercy when Xyx was involved, and you didn’t want it any other way.

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nyxoholicwrites · 2 years

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Heyo lovely readers I am back on my bullshit and I am fortunately back from my long hiatus!

Firstly I want to thank you all for 110+ followers I am forever grateful to have people who enjoy my work and I appreciate all of you sm I can't even put it into words <3

I saw the truth or dare ask and I decided to make a series bc yes anywho onto the fic

♥ 𝓑𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓬 𝓛𝓘'𝓼 𝓟𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓽: Truth or Dare Series ♥

Part 1: The Dare Part 2: The FFXIV Enjoyer Part 3: The Server Troll Part 4: The Moderator Part 5: The Grad Student

TW: A bit suggestive but not rlly tbh

Blooming Panic LI's x GN! Reader

Prompt: The whole server decides to play a famous game called, Truth or Dare, a game of potential romances, foolish dares and invasive truths. Did I mention potential romances?

The sound of laughter surrounded Toaster’s condo, the whole server aimlessly lounged on their plush couch, the soft material digging comfortably into their skin as the atmosphere was lulling them into a potential slumber.

Xyx was having none of that.

It was time to spice things up a bit, potentially metaphorically or in a literal sense. He rose up from his previous position, rising in a manner similar to his feline companion. “ Now, everyone, since we are all gathered here and know each other quite well…”

“ If two years is what you call ‘quite well’ then sure.”

“Now, now my fellow FFXIV enjoyer, though I appreciate your sarcasm, it’s time to liven up this room with a game of Truth or Dare.” His face was decorated with an all too familiar smirk, gaining a few sighs and groans throughout the room. Though the prospect of potential silly dares or revealing truths sounded interesting, the act of getting up seemed like too much of a chore.

“ And whoever chooses the most dares gets to babysit Cat next time.”

Everyone in the room began to form a circle on the plush ivory carpet, the aspect of caring for the cutest being in this earthly realm seemed to awaken everyone’s snoozing soul. Thoughts of petting their majesty, Cat, was truly an honour and privilege. With a dramatic sigh, xyx draped his tall frame over the comforter, muscular limbs dangling as his hand made its way to his forehead.

“Woe is me! My own friends are betraying me for my cat, however shall I live!” With the most dramatic performance they have ever seen, they chuckled at their friends' antics, though they anticipated such a reaction, he never failed to make them smile.

“ Don’t worry dearest xyx. I promise to spend time with you once I win this game.” Y/n’s grin rivalled his own, a silent agreement or perhaps a quiet moment of solidarity was formed between the two.

“ Yea doll? I will be sure to make it worth your while, after all,” slowly his fingers traced their chin, bringing them ever close to his visage as he gazed at their eyes with an unfamiliar look, “ It would be a shame for you to be left all by your lonesome don’t you agree?” His tone dropped a few octaves, a pleasant shiver made its way into their system. They feared their beating heart would betray their thoughts as each pulse seemed to quicken the longer they held one another’s gaze.

Before they could form a reply, the brunette hastily made his way onto the floor, sitting beside his tall companion, Toasty.

“Now then let’s begin shall we?” Before any reply could be heard, June raised their hand up, an urgent matter perhaps, thus they now had the floor all to themself.

“ Before we start, shouldn't we stock up on food and drinks? I mean we will be here for a while.”

Hums of agreement echoed throughout the room, though, now they had to choose two unlucky souls who would bear the burden of providing the necessary nourishment needed for their continuous session.

With silent murmurs of discussion filling the room, debating on who would be the quickest and most efficient duo, it was decided upon Quest and Y/n.

…….

As they walked beneath the pale glaring lights of the gas station, the only location willing to serve the ravenous group, the two picked out bags of chips and sweets, enough sugar to fuel a kindergarten for a week.

“ It’s been a while since I had this much sugar, I truly applaud Toaster for his sweet tooth, practically no one can match it.” His blue eyes were always filled with fondness when he spoke about his friends, the people he truly treasured most swelled his heart with joy.

Though the one beside him made his steady gaze wander and his stomach riddled with butterflies, his heart swelled immensely with such affection he himself couldn’t fathom.

Y/n chuckled at his words, reminded of their companion’s enormous appetite for sugary treats, though, their massive sugar intake surely didn’t make them as energetic as one would expect them to be, such a revelation was truly amusing,

“ Oh! Remember how Lady and Xyx were convinced they could eat more sugar than him and then he proceeded to beat them, their stomachs were aching-” As their eyes and mind were focused on Quest, they failed to notice the stand before them, thus knocking over the complex pyramid of crackers, toppling the perfect shape into a boxy mess.

A hand grabbed their waist firmly, and though it brought them into a tight embrace, the hand’s lock was safe and comforting, reassuring them of their safety with a gentle yet tight squeeze.

“ Are you alright angel? Did you hurt yourself?” His worried blue orbs scanned their frame, inspecting each part of their body with an anxious gaze.

“I’m alright don’t worry, though with you keeping me safe I don’t think I have to worry at all.” A sly smirk entered his vision, though their chest heaved with emotion and undeciphered feelings, their tone remained teasing.

“ Thank you, my knight.” “ Oh! No problem angel, wait no, Y/n! Sorry.”

The two remained embraced for a moment too long, as though afraid to leave each other’s sight. With each passing second, both inched closer and closer, with a passionate hope of something more, the passage of a threshold familiar to their relationship, and into uncharted waters.

“ I’m sorry Sir but could you and your friend move? Someone has to clean these boxes, which happens to be me.” They grumbled beneath their breath, cursing the day they stepped foot into this establishment, murmurs of ‘I’m not paid enough for this’ could be heard.

The two jumped out of the tight embrace, hands pressed against their own bodies as though they were afraid to touch one another for the second time. “I’m so sorry we were just-”

“ Please just go checkout.”

Quickly and quietly they made their way to the cashier, not a word was exchanged between them, not a sound was made till they entered the condo, the silence grew uncomfortable and tense, unspoken feelings plagued their thoughts, they feared to even mention the close proximity they stood minutes ago.

“ Took you guys long enough, we were about to make a bet on whether we would notice any stray collars and messy strands poking out.” The group chuckled at nightowl's comment, though two chuckles were as forced as they could be, attempting to mask the prior events from their mind.

…..

They focused on preparing the snacks, assuring not one piece slipped onto the polished kitchen tiles. Though a few had managed to slip onto the marble counter, they quickly found a home within the confines of their mouth within seconds. Not a trace of the crime was left.

Pale pink hair filled their vision, hands bringing out more bowls, aiding them on their quest to provide nourishment for their friends.

“Thank you for your help Toasty, it was getting a bit lonely snacking on these all by myself.”

He chuckled at their comment, “ I sure hope we won’t have to make another trip to the store because some raccoon decided to feast earlier than others.”

“Hey!,” lightly they smacked his shoulder, earning a smile in return, “ I will have you know the one who provides the snacks gets a right to eat first.”

He raised his brow, laughing lightly at their attempt at an excuse, his shoulders relaxed, his hands mindlessly inching closer to theirs. He truly hadn’t thought of touching them, though, his body couldn’t help but gravitate towards them, as though a force pulled him to them, drawing in his gaze and attention fully towards his companion. His friend. His…

Why didn’t these words feel right? He felt confused, though his mind gestured towards a platonic word, aimed with friendly affection, his heart felt otherwise… Oh no.

“ Hey Toaster! Are you there?” Their waving hand broke his trance, a rosy blush climbing its way onto his pale cheeks. His mind frantically searched for an answer, an excuse for his staring, wait he was staring for a while! No! Panic mode had, unfortunately, activated.

“ I-I, uh, yes?”

If humans had a smaller version of themselves in their minds, it would surely be smacking its face continuously. Slowly he felt a hand brush a strand behind his ear, tucking in the stray pink hair that had once masked his face.

Such a gesture suddenly felt so intimate, so forbidden, so unfamiliar. Though they had done this before, aiding him with his hair malfunctions and issues, this light graze of their fingers upon his cheekbone brought his hairs to a stand. A shiver responding to this foreign touch was felt throughout his body.

“ Sorry, you had a stray hair, I imagine it blocked your view,” slowly they placed numerous bowls into their arms, hoping and praying they wouldn’t fall, “ Well then let’s go feed the other raccoons huh?” Fearing his voice would crack, his head nodding frantically, indicating a yes to their question.

…..

Somehow, to no one’s surprise, nightowl and oniontheif managed to get into another senseless argument about… something. No one was quite sure what prompted their squabbling, all they knew was that it was best if the two separated for a few moments, a necessary peace for a successful game.

As the Toaster and Y/n made their way into the living, they spotted a fuming nightowl jumping out of his seat and making his way onto the terrace, aiming to run from his headstrong opponent, daring not to even think of his name, even the slightest mention could set him off.

Everyone slowly tried to negotiate an agreement for the two, hoping to form an answer to satisfy them both, perhaps they could manage not to further anger one another. Though, they all knew that at this current moment they had to speak with anyone but each other.

As June slowly, went to speak to nightowl, Y/n placed their hand on their shoulder, easing their friend’s mind with a small offering of a gentle smile and pat.

“ Don’t worry I will talk to him, I think oniontheif might need as many potential therapists as he can get, especially considering his current anger.”

Slowly they glanced towards him and proven right, the man was practically fuming, spouting rant after rant sprinkled with cuss words to solidify his fury.

“Yea I think so too…”

…..

As they pushed the terrace door, allowing them access to the spectacular view of the night lights of the busy city. Though the time told a different story, the noises and glowing orbs spoke of the city's high energy, as though it itself consumed the sugary treats they purchased not long ago.

“ Hey owl, I brought you some candy and company? Unless you prefer to be alone, which is totally fine I can-” “ No! I mean no, it’s alright I… I appreciate you being here with me cutie.”

Patting the soft cushion of the couch, they slowly sat beside him, bringing him into a tight embrace, trying to halt his worries and aid his struggles. As he placed his head on their shoulder, a sigh escaped his lips as he took in their warmth and comfort. Attempting to savour their perfume combined with the softness of their skin, fearing they would leave him should his hold loosen even for a bit.

“ Cutie, I-I’m sorry could we stay like this for a bit? I don’t feel quite like talking.”

Tracing circles among other shapes along his back, they hummed in agreement, their hands continued stroking his back, hoping to ease each worry forming in his mind.

The lights decorated their bodies, and the sounds of the city were drowned by each other's warm breaths. He further snuggled into them, each touch felt so comforting, it felt like home. They felt at home. A place of shelter, safety and comfort. Somewhere where he was accepted, where each of his flaws was overlooked by the shine of his virtues.

No one felt quite like this, though June came close to providing this feeling, it wasn’t quite like them. Y/n felt so different and so, warm.

God his stomach fluttered too much.

…..

“Alright then, now that everything is settled, we have snacks, a truce formed between two opposing forces,” Owl and oniontheif glared at one another from a distance, “ we can truly begin this game, may the best win!”

Everyone cheered at Xyx’s words, excited by the prospect of the promised award, babysitting Cat. Lady pulled out her phone excitedly, ready to spice up the evening with a thrilling dare. “ I call dibs on making the first dare!” Her excited shout echoed throughout the condo, earning a few scoldings and shouts in return.

As she spun the wheel on her phone, she anticipated the arrow's target, her target. Each second felt too long, and all feared for their sanity and dignity, till finally, it stopped. A cheerful sound came from the phone, displaying her prey proudly on the screen.

Y/n.

“Oh fuck.” “Oh fuck indeed my friend! Don’t worry, I promise to be gentle. Now then,” With an enthusiastic clap, she began to announce their fate, “ I dare you to kiss…

NakedToaster!”

Xyx!”

Quest!”

Nightowl!”

AN: Hey yall! Hope you guys enjoyed the tiny taste of what's to come. I plan on writing NakedToaster's first bc domestic week got me down bad, the rest I will let y'all decide so feel free to write down the next LI in my inbox. I might even do side characters after who knows!

Stay hydrated my luvs and have a wonderful day!

#bloomic #blooming panic #x reader #xyx x reader #nakedtoaster x reader #quest x reader #nightowl x reader #bp quest #bp xyx #bp nightowl #bp nakedtoaster #omw to smooch the homies

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eyzoa · 1 year

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↳. Nightowl moodboard || bloomic

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kings-writes · 2 months

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Focus On Me

Summery: NightOwl doesnt like the games you play

Fem!reader x Nightowl

CW: possessive Nightowl, jealousy, and you getting your back broken like a glow stick ft. some pet names, praising, and reader getting eaten out

Word Count: 2,191

A/N: damn im really pulling out my skills in this one- i never usually write smut but once again my love as asked and once again…how can i say no? <3

Nightowl…well..he isn't happy.

Not. One. Bit.

You two have been together for two years since the server and living together for one when he ran into a small problem.

You pay attention to these dating sims more than him.

To you this is exaggerative, since you spend quite literally every second with him when he is home with you between your jobs, but to him? This was mutiny!

Why was he upset thought?

Let me tell you, dear reader.

He had walked in, expecting your presence after a long day at work to kiss him as per routine- one he looked forward to, mind you- and you weren't here. It had been your day off and though he doesn't mind how you spend your time, he is getting increasingly pouty at the new hobby you have developed over the last couple of weeks- one that has him hearing you squeal and fawn over almost exclusively.

You got your hands onto some dating sims.

Now typically he can reign in the bitter taste of jealousy on his tongue, usually being dispelled by cuddle sessions and kisses that make him feel like he was in cloud nine, but you haven't noticed the pouts, the dramatic, exasperated sighs, not even the childish whine of your name got your attention. What was a man to do?

When you finally grace your forlorn boyfriend your attention, you smile, your eyes lighting up as you turned your computer screen to him. On screen was a game you spent most of your days on, Andromeda Six, and you excitedly prattled on about a character he cant recall- not when you looked absolutely awestruck by the roguish good-looks of some blue-eyes assassin in the game. The green-eyed monster in him that was supposed to be kept back broke off its leash.

He will show you who deserves your attention more.

Nightowl stepped to you, unusually quiet, not that you noticed. Too sucked into your explanation, you didnt notice the dark look in his eyes, the set in his jaw and the furrow in his brow.

You didnt notice, that is, until his fingers brought your chin up, your cheeks flushing at the dark look in his eyes and he noticed when you rubbed your thighs together, a low chuckle on his lips. What happened to your boyfriend?

His fingers ran over your jaw and up to your hair, which he ran through before pulling you closer to him, lips brushing against yours.

Oh did you fuck up if ever. You liked it.

Your shaky breath landed on his lips, eyes going from his to his own lips and back, liking this side of him.

“You are mine- and I thought you knew I don't like to share.”

Before you could respond, his lips were pressed to yours, lips moving against his in slow movements. His hands dipped to your waist, a possessiveness in the way he grips you tightly, pulling you in close. He was always selfish with you- wanting your attention on him at all moments, and you were always willing to give it to him.

He backed you up, cornering you into the wall and pressing you against it, your hips pressed against the wall and your head falling back with a dulled thud, not that you minded. Not when your boyfriend’s hands felt so good against you, leaving a trail of goosebumps down your back.

He pulled back, panting against your lips as his brown eyes warmed you up, setting your cheeks red hot from the glint there.

He pulled you to your shared room, pulling at your shirt the entire time. As he backed you up against the door, he pulled you back into a searing kiss, hands wandering over your body. He knew your body like the back of his hand, knew the ways to get you weak and muddled in seconds, and today he wanted you desperate.

He opened the door and you two stumbled across the bedroom to your bed. The heat in the room was rising fast, yet the shudder when he pulled back felt cold without him there. He scooped you into his arms, gently tossing you onto the bed, in which he joined not even a minute later, straddling your waist and pushing up your shirt. His hands were warm tracing down your stomach, and the need knotting in your stomach is making you more than a little impatient.

Nightowl constantly complimented you, was never one to leave you without a kiss and a compliment coming off his lips, and even now his habit continued.

“You’re beautiful..” His brown eyes were softer, his voice a breathy whisper as he scanned over your face, his hands never stopping their traveling across your body.

You were a sight to behold to him- cheeks pink, eyes wide and glassy when he stared into them, body reactive to his warm touch- you were a dream come true to him. As his hands trailed lower, over your lower stomach and over where you needed him most, thighs squeezing his hand.

You were finding the feeling in your lower stomach was warming you, electric feelings shooting through you and stealing your breath. How could he manage to get you like this so easily? The way he stares at you, almost like you were nothing more than the tastiest dish he was ready to devour, and you were so into it.

Nightowl pushed off your shirt, licking over his teeth at the expanse of skin he was going to mark up, marring the skin with his teeth, his fingers, all to prove you were his.

His lips brushed along your jaw, the heat of his breath on you making you shiver, eyes fluttering shut as a noise left your throat, earning you a deep chuckle from him.

“Thats my good girl- go ahead. Let them hear.”

You are sure by now your thighs were soaked.

His lips pressed against the skin, sinking down to your neck, to which you felt the scrape of his teeth and you couldn't stop the stutter of your breath, caught by his ears. A smirk formed against you, teeth nipping against the expanse of your throat, small sucks and marks littering the unblemish canvas before him. His hands racked over your jeans, a trail blazing over you wherever his hands went, and you couldnt focus on either, allowing yourself to press against him, desperate. You needed more, you needed him.

“Nightowl- please, dont tease me like this.” Your voice was a hoarse whisper, one that was filled with need, and as he pulled back, he watched you with half-lidded eyes, raking over your flushed form.

“I dont know, princess. I will see if you really deserve it.”

He went back to leaving a trail of marks, undoing your bra and tossing it somewhere in the shared room, not thinking twice about it.

His lips went straight to your nipple, tongue lathering the bud and teeth grazing the skin, a hand cupping the other one, thumb running over it. Your breathing picked up, chest pressing up to him as your hands raked through his hair, pulling him as close as you could. When he pulled away, you whined, which pulled a wolfish smirk to his lips.

“Don’t worry, pet, I’ll make sure you feel good..after all, this body is all mine, right?”

The nod you gave him made him chuckle again.

He pulled back to take off his shirt, the dips of his chest making you lick over your lip, wanting to leave a few marks there yourself. You couldnt think anymore, however. Not when his fingers teased its way to unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down, your thighs clamping shut at the exposure. You felt shy, like it was your first time.

“No, no, my pretty pet..I dont think so.” He taunted, voice like silk as he parted your legs, kissing along your thigh. Your fingers twitched, at first lying uselessly at your side when he sat up, before finding its way back to his hair, your breathing ragged and pulling him closer, letting out heavy pants. He was teasing you, you were sure of it.

He pulled back to peel your underwear off, the cold air hitting your wet core making you shiver. You watched him as he looked over your naked form, his eyes dark in want and possessiveness, a look you usually never see in him, but one that had you wanting more of it.

He placed himself on his stomach, lips lining up and pressing them against you, causing you to suck in a breath. Your chest rose and fell with your pants, and they picked up as you felt his lips, his tongue pull out high whines and cries from your lips, each breathy as your hips pressed up to him, pulling him by his hair.

He let out a low groan, eyes closed as he ate you out, almost like he was a starving man and you were the very definition of ambrosia if he could ever describe one. He has spent many a time between your legs, enjoying your helpless cries as you got pushed further and further over the edge. He loved the feeling of your hands in his hair, the desperate rolls of your hips, the way you look so thrown into pleasure because of HIM. He made you like this- he had you begging with stuttered breaths and wanton cries, and he knows he could bring you over the edge over and over so easily. Not today however. Today he will show you how good he could make you feel.

You whined when he pulled away, hips twitching from how close he got you so fast. You could never deny he made you lose your breath so easily when he ate you out like that, how good he was with his tongue, and it has had you in the throws of pleasure so frequently.

He sat up, your hands running over his chest before stopping at his pants, quickly unbuttoning the last few layers that kept him from being bare in front of you, your hands shaking as you sat up and helped him out of the heavy material. He pushed down his briefs, kicking them off and pinning you down to the bed, his dark eyes looking over you.

“My pretty, good girl.” His voice, a husky whisper, had you clamping your thighs together, your breathing hitched. He had your attention and he knew it. He leaned to the side table, digging in it to grab a condom and some lube, and you used the time to run your eyes over him.

His hair was sticking up in some places, face glistening from where he ate you out. Your thighs rubbed together at the thought, and he noticed. His hand gripped your thigh, parting them as he slid between them and putting on the condom, a low hiss on his lips while he poured the lube in his hands and rubbed over his cock. He looked up at you, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your lips.

You threw a leg over his waist, pulling him closer and he laughed into your lips, a breathy sound before he pulled back and, with another peck, he sunk into your heat, a groan in his throat. You felt so good around him, the delicious warmth was making his head spin, and he needed more of you now. All his, all his to mark. To make pretty with glassy eyes and shaky fingers in his hair.

You moaned, head falling back as your fingers dug into the planes of his shoulders, scratching down over his back as he started a quick, brutal pace, and you would scream if you could breathe. You felt hot- too hot, but in the best way as you let out warbling moans, pulled so deep in that you couldn't hear the words Nightowl was saying, barely making out the words ‘mine’ and ‘belong to me’ but you wouldn't have it any other way. He was right- you are his and he knew it so well.

He went to finish up the marks he left on your throat, licking over a spot as he panted against the skin, teeth sinking into the skin and drawing light blood, marking you for him, for anyone who doesnt know that youre taken. They will know now.

You were squirming, the onslaught of pleasure too much, the punched out moans and the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes telling signs of your climax coming too soon, too quick, and as it rips through you, its just as powerful as his thrusts, his hand on your waist to keep you close. You blanked out for a second, mind reeling from the feeling, your hands gripping his sides.

He loved being the one to make you feel like this, and he wasnt going to let you out of this room, determined to get you to respond like that again and again. And again. And again. After all…

You were all his.

#blooming panic nightowl #bp nightowl #nightowl #nightowl bp #nightowl x reader #bloomic #blooming panic

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followmybones · 2 years

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Encounters at the Blooming Inn

Blooming Panic's four love interests in a Fantasy AU

headcanons + drabbles *male reader/mc intended

I don't usually write for Blooming Panic, but I wanted to do something special to celebrate @godlyaffection and his 1000+ followers! Congrats my friend! If you don't know his blog go check him out, he makes some awesome male reader content, and I hope he enjoys this clusterfuck of a post! I'll probably expand on this idea later! Enjoy!

Quest as a fighter

Came from a rough background after hanging out with the wrong crowd and being forced to take the blame for the actions of others, he turned his life around and began trying to right the wrongs he did, he felt had to prove himself, even if that meant using his unsavory skills to make the world safer.

Immediately after being released from imprisonment, he avoided using his fighting skills at all, he wouldn't even defend himself if someone started getting rough with him. It wasn’t until he saved a young child from being attacked that he realized he could use his skills to help others.

Often accepts the bounties and quests no one wants because they come from those who can't offer much, he doesn’t do that kind of work anyways, he manages the Blooming Tavern and Inn for an old man who helped him turn his life around.

Running the inn is a large comfort for him, he dislikes being alone but all the personalities who find refuge at the inn and tavern help ease him.

“Oh, hello there angel. Just a room tonight?” He looks up from a guest book and reaches to grab a set of keys.

“As long as you pay and don’t cause any trouble, feel free to stay for as long as you like.” His smile widens, and he lets his hand linger as you grab the key to your room.

“You look tired, let me get you something to eat before you head to your room, on the house, of course. If you ever need anything, even just some company, feel free to ask for me, I go by the name Quest.”

Nightowl as a bard

He came from a noble family, and against his family’s wishes, became a bard.

He snuck out when he was young only to befriend a bard who began to teach him how to play the lute and eventually suggested that he attend college and learn how to better wield his musical magic, which he did.

While trying to find his own path, he ended up making friends and finding his way in the world without relying on his parents’ names.

Lives at the Blooming Inn where he works and performs in trade for lodging. He rarely accepts quests or bounties as he’s still focused on honing his magic abilities and mastering other instruments.

Definitely focused on string instruments, prefers the lute, and honestly kind of hates the lyre (he thinks it ruins the vibe he’s going for).

Loves to use his magic to enhance his performances, he absolutely loves to show off and have fun whenever he sings or plays his lute.

His favorite songs have always been love songs, even if he rarely had someone in mind when it came to love, there was just a special magic to it.

“I saw you watching my performance,” the bard grins, leaning down to press a kiss to your hand, “anything I can help you with, cutie? Perhaps another drink.. or a private show?”

His confidence and sultry grin makes it obvious what he’s implying, but there’s a warmth and charisma to him that you can’t help but be drawn to.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want,” he pauses to look at someone who seems to be calling him.

“Find me later if you decide you’re interested,” and with a wink, he leaves you with the words: “goodbye for now cutie.”

NakedToaster as a wizard

Came from a long line of magic users, but his parents turned away from magic, and he had to teach himself. He began hiding away in his room, teaching himself magic at a fairly young age.

At first, magic was a way to rebel against his parents, but it very quickly became something he was invested in, and he wanted to practice magic to be one of the best.

He hopes to expand the understanding of magic and the things he can do, he’s talented with magic, and he knows that, and he hopes to find out what else magic can accomplish.

He never received any formal training, so his practices are very unorthodox, but he’s still just as powerful and incredible as any formally trained wizard.

Travels around on quests, but he typically stays at the Blooming inn since it's close to multiple libraries and sites that he’s eager to keep close to for his research.

His room at the Blooming Tavern is an absolute mess, there’s research and books everywhere, and he's taken down the cheap paintings to hang parchment with his handwriting sprawled messily on there, the room is Quest’s worst nightmare.

(in a D&D world setting would probably dual-class into an Artificer)

“Excuse me, just grabbing a book from above you real quick,” a voice calls startling you.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you, just trying to grab so- that’s a good book.”

The wizard's face brightens as he notices the book you were skimming through. “What do you need that book for? If you’re doing research I have a better book for that. I stay at the inn a few minutes from here, if you want to join me, I could help you with that research at the inn’s tavern!” he rambles, “You can call me Toaster by the way.”

XYX as a rogue

He didn’t come from the most well-off family but they lived comfortable lives. Growing up it was easy to see he could charm anyone he came across, and he had a tendency to be a troublesome child, stealing and taking things from the kids who made nasty comments toward his siblings

He figured he could put his charm and talent to good use, with the right employer he could use his skills for more than just petty thief, and that’s when he started taking on quests

Seeing as he had a talent for getting whatever he wanted from people, he began looking for a group of adventurers to join and ended up finding himself at the Blooming Inn

Totally found the Blooming Inn on accident he said the words “I’m looking for a quest” to the wrong person once and ended up meeting the fighter, Quest, who took care of the Blooming Inn and Tavern

He often goes on quests with some of the other inhabitants of the Blooming Inn, even if his personality could be insufferable at times, they couldn't deny his talent.

“Mind if I join you?” Taking your shrug as an invitation the rogue with odd facial piercings sits next to you.

“I’ve come to properly welcome you to the Blooming Inn and Tavern by buying you a drink and providing you with some lovely company. I promise to keep my hands to myself,” he winks.

“What brings you to these parts anyways? Great adventures, searching for your gods, simply looking for some company?”

Before you get the chance to answer someone yells, “Xyx!” and the man next to you sighs, “well that’s my cue, I’ll buy you that drink next time doll.”

This post was done in association with @/godlyaffection & others for 'Adventure Awaits' fantasy themed event

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #x male reader #x gender neutral reader #xyx x reader #nakedtoaster x reader #quest x reader #nightowl x reader #event post

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andheresthething · 1 year

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I Got So Fucking Romantic, I Apologize

Summary: Cute lazy morning (afternoon) with Nightowl.

[No use of y/n] [Lazy Mornings] [But it's really 2 pm] [Cuddling & Snuggling] [Kissing] [Love Bites] [Pet Names] [Dorks in Love] [I cannot stress it enough you act like teenagers in love] [Implied Sexual Content] [You're smaller than him] [Established Relationship]

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Notes:

I recently played Blooming Panic and absolutely fell HARD for Nightowl. This is the first time I've ever posted any of my writing and it's been a while since I've written at all so this will probably be rusty. I might write more (could make a spicy follow-up) if people like this one, though it might be delayed because carpal tunnel is a bitch.

Gender-neutral reader for yall :)

I wrote this while listening to my character playlist for him

Reposted from AO3

Also, I haven't used Tumblr since MIDDLE SCHOOL so I apologize for things being strange to the platform

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Rays of light shone through the drawn blinds of the bedroom you and Nightowl shared. The small beams laid across the two of you sleeping well into early afternoon. You slowly blink and let out a yawn, taking a moment to come into the conscious world.

Once your eyes adjusted you finally get a look at the blonde sleeping on his side next to you. His chest slowly rising and falling and an arm draped over you. Lips slightly apart, just enough to show a sliver of his front teeth, and his neck and collar bones covered in spots that ranged in shades of purple. Though a familiar sight for you to see each day, it never grew old. Each day, without fail, your heart would flutter the same way it did when you spent your first night together. You cracked a smile, just watching and waiting for your partner to wake.

Sometimes it was still baffling to you that clicking on a discord invite led to this. How fast everything moved between the two of you was unexpected, but not unwelcomed in the slightest. You recall all the nights the two of you would spend up, talking about anything and everything until you fell asleep. Nightowl would follow shortly after, but would never hang up the call. Some of the time right before he’d turn in as well, you were just conscious to hear him say, ‘I can’t wait until we can do this in person. Goodnight, Cutie. Sweet dreams.’

Your smile grew thinking about those early times of your relationship, though soon enough you were broken from the little daydream with the feeling of Nightowl lifting his arm off of you, stretching himself awake with a yawn.

“Mornin, sweetheart,” you said as he lowered his arm back to hold you. He sleepily smiled, then placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“Good morning, cutie,” he smiled, “Hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.”

“Impossible, plus I lost myself in thought, so I doubt I would have noticed an hour going by.”

“Care to indulge me?” Nightowl asked while moving his hand to hold yours.

“I was just thinking about our old late-night calls before I got to move in with you and how sometimes when I was half asleep I’d hear you say how you couldn’t wait for this to happen for real and wished me goodnight”

Nightowl squeezed your hand, eyes lighting up slightly. Your little story seemed to help wake him up from his groggy state, “Awe, I love you getting all sappy and nostalgic on me first thing in the morning, cutie.”

“I always felt all stupid and happy whenever I heard it.”

“You know,” he scootched as close as he could be to you without being completely on top of you, “I did it every. Single. Night.” he hummed, peppering a kiss on your face between every word, and you giggled with each one.

“Really?”

He put on a serious face, sharply nodding, “Without fail. I still do actually. Granted, I’ve changed that first part a tiny bit considering you’re now actually here with me, in the flesh.”

“Awe, sweetheart, you’re literally the best. How’d I get so lucky?” you reached to hug him. Maybe a bit too enthusiastically, though, as you managed to push Nightowl over on his back and put yourself on top of him, burying your face in his neck in the process, “Seriously, I could have never imagined having someone who does stuff like that for me all to myself.”

“ You can’t believe you have me all to yourself?” Nightowl laughed, “I should be the one saying that. I was such a hungover ass to you after knowing you for, like, five days, and you still wanted to be with me after that night. You’re the one here that's the best,” he refuted, placing a kiss on the side of your head, “To have someone as precious as you makes me the lucky one here, darling.”

“Mmm, I’d have to disagree with you.”

“Incorrect and unfactual statement.”

You lifted yourself enough to meet your eyes with his, “As much as I’d love to continue this to prove I’m, in fact, correct on this matter, I think I’m a little too tired to try.”

“So what you're saying is that I win?” he said with the biggest shit-eating grin. You groaned at his playful antic and started to push yourself up, now straddling his lap as he still laid underneath you, which also effectively pushed the blanket once covering the two of you off and behind you.

“Sure, you win, dumbass. What shall your prize be?”

“Can it be anything?” he said excitedly.

You knew you might regret the answer you were going to give, but went through with it anyway, “Sure, anything you want, sweetheart,” with that, you sealed your fate.

“Hmm, what a tough decision to make,” Nightowl exaggeratedly pondered while pushing himself back slightly to be able to sit up with his arms supporting him from behind. You also moved so that you were sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his bare lower waist, and brought your arms around his neck. Your arms sat on the soft fabric that was the straps of his crop top, “The possibilities are endless, cutie. How could I ever just choose one thing?”

You giggled at his complaint, “You better, the offer is going to expire soon. Then you just get bragging rights.”

“Oh, how cruel! How could you?” he moved his arms from behind him to hold your hips.

“I know, I’m such a horrible person,” you said, matching his sarcastic and playful tone.

The two of you stayed like that for a moment, you took the time to admire his face. The small beams of light highlighted his softer features. They made his messy hair shine and his brown eyes sparkle, revealing all the little flakes of different shades that resided in them.

The light also reflected off of his cartilage piercings. Nightowl had a bad habit of not taking out his earrings before bed. No matter how many times you reminded him, he always forgot. It wasn’t the end of the world that he didn’t, though. At least he remembered to take out his statement piece each night.

In that time, Nightowl did the same, soaking in the sight of you. Hair just as messy as his own, a stupid wide smile, and a pair of beaming eyes staring into his own. But your shirt, God it was killing him. It was one of his own that you’d steal regularly to wear almost anywhere. While purposefully somewhat oversized on him, you were swimming in it, allowing your neck and collar bones, covered in marks (courtesy of him), to be exposed. Maybe it was his somewhat possessive nature, but the mix of the shirt and hickies fogged his mind with a myriad of thoughts ranging from wholesome to extremely sexual.

“Have you made a decision yet?” your words snapped him out of his short, albeit very vivid, daydream, “Or are we just going to settle for bragging rights?”

“Nope! I’ve come up with my prize.”

“That would be?”

“One super lazy, stay-in-date day complete with stupid horror movies and possibly some more… intimate affairs later on,” he paused, “Please.”

You pretended to think it over, despite the arrangement of this prize. While you, of course, got tasked with a pile of work for the weekend, you couldn’t care less about it. Getting ripped by your boss on Monday would be worth it, especially with the not-at-all-subtle proposition for later in the day. Knowing Nightowl though, it would probably come way sooner than nightfall. “You, sir, have yourself a deal.”

You gave him a small peck, but Nightowl being Nightowl, was having none of that. He immediately put his lips back on yours, tightening his grip on your hips. While it took you slightly by surprise, you gladly accepted the act, kissing him back. Quickly things became heated, pulling each other closer, the movement of your lips becoming desperate. Your hands drifted to his hair, lightly grabbing at it, which Nightowl responded to by letting out a small moan into your mouth. That noise of his set you off, eager to continue the sudden act of intimacy.

Unfortunately, as quickly as it picked up, it stopped. Nightowl pulled away and loosened his hold on you, causing you to let out a small whine of disappointment.

“As much as I don’t want to stop this right now, cutie, I’m starving for some actual food, not just you.”

You let out a chuckle, arms going back down to rest on his shoulders, “You’re such a tease.”

“Says the one wearing nothing but my shirt,” he flirted, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face once again. “Looks great on you, by the way. Makes your ass and thighs look fantastic. Especially your thighs.”

“I do, in fact, have something on under, mister,” you retorted, “But if you’re that hungry, I guess we could go scrounge up something, but by we, I mean me. We both know you can't cook for shit.”

“Ouch, that one stung.”

“It’s not that bad if I like cooking and you like eating it. Plus, you get to stare at my thighs all you want while I do so.”

“A win is a win,” he lifted one hand off your hips to cup your cheek. “Shall we then?”

“To the kitchen!” you giggled.

Nightowl gave you one last kiss on your forehead before putting his hand down, allowing you to get up off of him and the bed. He followed suit, loosely holding your hand. With that, you led the way out of the bedroom and into the kitchen to start your long date day at 2 pm.

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thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos · 1 year

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nightowl x reader. based off of the prompt "we can have a drawing session sometime if you want?" nightowl is insecure about his art and you comfort him. you are already dating him. no warnings. i love this game sm. this is pure self-indulgence

you glanced up to look at your boyfriend, only to quickly avert your eyes after you made eye contact. he chuckled a bit, but kept quiet. only the sounds of quiet music and pencil against paper filled the room after that.

you were sitting across from nightowl, easels between you as you both attempted to draw each other. your knees brushed once in a while, never failing to make you smile.

as time passed, you could tell your boyfriend was getting restless. his leg began bouncing, and his glances grew more and more frequent. you could hear him erasing and redrawing over and over again.

you set your pencils down with a thud, immediately drawing the attention of your lover.

"i'm done owl," you said, leaning back from your piece, only to lean in around the easel to view his face. "how about you?"

"ah, um. almost done, cutie!" he blurted out, a bit too quickly to have been entirely true. you knew he was a bad liar. you chose to give him a moment.

"okay, honey. do you mind if i go clean up a bit while you finish then?" you asked, already moving to pick up your dirty plates. only recieving a distracted hum in response you moved around the room collecting a couple cups and sneaking a look at nightowl's work.

it was entirely blank. save for the erased lines and sketches, the page was as white as when you had begun.

"owl?" you began. "are you alright?" you asked, concern slowly growing. at first you had thought he was just really focusing on his piece, but now you had an inkling that more was going on.

placing down your dishes, you walked up behind him. he knew he was busted, placing down his pencil and sighing.

reaching out to hold him against your chest, you asked again.

"what's going on?" your were getting increasingly nervous, your mind beginning to race with possibilities of what could be wrong. you were afraid that concern was slipping into your voice.

"i just... i don't know how to capture you, cutie." he spoke, his voice hardly louder than the faint music in the background, singing about how all you have to do is dream.

nodding, encouraging him to continue, he began again. "you're just so amazing! and my art could never measure up." he averted his eyes, smiling as though he had been caught doing something bad.

"oh, honey..." you whispered.

"your art is amazing. you can't compare it to anything else," you grinned. "your art would blow anything else out of the water if you did."

he turned fully, wrapping his arms around you in return. he mumbled something out, muffled by the fabric of your shirt that he was currently smushing his face into.

pressing a kiss into the top of his head, you ruffled his hair. "anything you draw will be perfect to me, because you drew it. and even if it isn't perfect to you, that's okay."

he suddenly looked up at you, red-faced and teary-eyed. "can i kiss you?" he asked breathlessly.

"please do." you leaned in, smiling as your lips met.

#bloomic #blooming panic #nightowl #bp nightowl #nightowl x reader #bloomic x reader #should i write a little sequel where you show him your art??#idk. but i wrote me telling nightowl the reassurance i want to hear so #i love him sm #my writing

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