#nakedtoasted fanfic

[choocokookie]

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.

[ilycove]

And here he is again.

Toasty’s grip on your shoulders tightens, hugging the air out of your lungs. His fingertips dig into your skin, indenting a mark onto you. His face rests on your collarbones, burying himself beneath your bones.

They feel your hands in their hair, undoing the braid you had put in earlier in the morning and gently scratching his scalp, combing through the waves the braid had left. They let out a sigh and squeeze your waist.

A meek voice claws its way through, the vibrations from his mouth sending shockwaves through your neck. “Do you have to leave?”

Soft laughter escapes the bine of your throat, pressing a kiss to his ear. “I can’t just stay here, darling. I have to go home eventually,” your hand cups his cheek and lifts it away from your neck, swiping your thumb over his cheekbones. “I’ll be back soon. Maybe. Hopefully.”

You fix their glasses and caress their hair, messy from being attached to you for so long. They looked gorgeous even when they were a mess. A domestic smile creeps out from your teeth.

And it feels like he yearns for you. He wants more of you even when you’re in front of him, when you’re still in his arms and you don’t have to leave at this very moment. He wants your dreary mondays and your secrets. He wants everything. He wants nothing. He just wants you.

You start to pull away from their embrace, but a tug on your hand stops you. “Don’t go.”

“What? Toasty, you know I can’t just–”

“–But that’s the thing, you can. We can- I can make room at my place. You don’t have to leave.” The hand that wasn’t holding yours reached up to brush hair away from your face, his eyes swirling with desperation. “Please?”

A chuckle comes from the depths of your heart, a sorrowful smile stitching across your mouth. “I still have a job. And clothes back home. And literally, like, everything I own.”

They shrug, traveling their hand upwards to grab your forearm. “I can ship everything here. And who says you have to send in your two weeks? Just, disappear off of the Earth with me.”

Your laughter grew louder, an honest sounding melody fluttering from your chest. You look back at the plane you have to board, and suddenly the butterflies in your stomach turned to moths. You rub your thumb over Toasty’s cheek again, a bittersweet taste coating your tongue. “Darl, I have to go home. I’ll be back soon, I swear it.”

His fingertips dance further up your body and hold your cheeks, an unreadable expression on his face. “You swear it?”

“I swear it,” you repeat as you kiss his palms softly, pulling further and further away from him as you grab your bags. “This isn’t a goodbye. I’ll see you soon, my love. I’ll call you and bug you about the potential baby that is on the plane and complain about it for hours.”

“Oh, but of course,” They roll their eyes affectionately and lean towards you again, pressing a kiss on your temple. They whisper against your skin, “I’ll see you soon.”

Toasty doesn’t like this part. He doesn’t like watching you go. He doesn’t like the pit in his stomach, or how his eyes are watering, or how he doesn’t get to hold you anymore, or how he finally understand that this; this is what solitude is.

All’s well that ends well, they suppose. It’ll be alright. They’ll convince you to stay with them one of these days.

It’s alright that his passenger seat is too empty for comfort, it’ll be okay. He’s okay with waiting for you a little longer.

You’ll be home soon.

[l-mint-l]

Blooming Panic: Dress to Impress Headcanons

all characters

Quest-

Ok outfits

I feel like he wouldn’t take the game that seriously 

and probably gives pretty high ratings because he doesn’t really care about winning

Either forgets to pose or only does like 3

Has to look up most of the prompts

Nightowl-

The best outfits imaginable

He doesn’t even need to try that hard to slay

Probably wants to increase his chances of winning and votes conservatively 

Does like as many poses as possible on the podium 

When he sees a good outfit he rates appropriately though

Wins top 3 almost every time

Doesn’t need to look up what any of the prompts mean, just knows what to do

NakedToaster-

Silently rages over the game a little

He goes all in on his outfits but usually don’t come out the greatest

Wants to win so he votes everyone one star

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts but after a while memorizes them

Xyx- 

Just messes around in the game for the whole round

Puts on anything and makes the most atrocious outfits on purpose

Does the pose 28 repeatedly each runway walk

Doesn't even look at the prompt

June-

Very good outfits

Sometimes adds things that dont really fit with the theme just because she likes the clothes 

Has like a few select poses she uses each round and clicks them at a reasonable speed

Understands most of the prompts but usually keeps a page open to reference

OnionThief-

Refuses to play

But if someone manages to convince him then very reluctantly trying to win

His outfits aren't the best and the fact nightowl beats him every round frustrates him

Doesn't pose at all

He has a list of all cycling prompts and keeps reference images of all of them on hand and organized

BigLady-

Plays just for fun and doesn't really care about winning

If they're playing in the voice channel likes hearing everyone being competitive in the game while laughing at their antics 

chooses some poses she finds funny and just uses those at a reasonable frequency 

Has pretty good outfits and usually gets in top 4 

Understands the prompts but sometimes uses references

Two2-

Gets kinda competitive but not too serious about it

Joins BigLady in observing the others antics if it’s being played in the voice channel

The two of them joke about everyone for days after they’ve played

Has decent outfits but the outfits do get a little chaotic looking sometimes

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

salociN-

Oh boy

First 3 rounds didn’t understand how to put on items and had trouble walking around in game

Once he gets used to the mechanics a little(with the help of quest and biglady)

His outfits are not the best but he doesn’t really care

Doesn’t pose because he can’t really figure it out still

Votes everyone 5 stars because he thinks everyone's outfits deserve a high vote

Doesn’t understand the prompts

Has one of his children next to him explaining what the prompts are or if he’s in the servers voice channel June or Nightowl explain it to him

Societyboy-

Gets toxic about it

The most atrocious outfits imaginable even though he’s trying

Doesn’t pose cause he’s too busy arguing with people in chat that his outfit is actually good

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

Smashes keyboard when he gets last place(it’s inevitable)

[covehearted]

Blooming Panic brainrot has given me an idea that won’t leave my head so I have to get it out

MC who is a single parent. After joining the server, you keep that part of your life private for the longest time.

You’re just so exhausted from people making assumptions about you and the invasive questions. You know having a child in your twenties while working such a time-consuming job isn’t the best. But that is no one else’s business; you love your child dearly.

Even if the other parent is a pos.

But when you start getting closer to your chosen love interest you can't put it off anymore. You're aware that not everyone wants to be with someone who already has a kid, you understand. Some people want to enjoy their youth and don't have a child in their plans now or ever. They don't want someone with "baggage."

So you ask for a voice call, readying yourself for the judgment. For the interest that your love interest was expressing to fizzle out as it had with every other date you've had since you left him.

But it doesn't come. You tell them that you have a child, that you understand if it's a dealbreaker but it would be better if it happens now instead of later. But they just smile, telling you that it's okay. That having your child isn't anything to be ashamed of and certainly not something that's going to drive them away. If anything, they admire you for doing so much for your child. Suddenly the number of hours that you work make sense. Your anxiety about changing jobs makes sense.

You have someone who you love, who relies on you. You can't take risks with them. You won't. 

For Quest, in particular, he has to ask if the other parent is... him. When you tell him that yes, the same person that doxxed him was unfortunately the other parent he sucks in a breath between his teeth. He offers his condolences that someone who you try so hard to distance yourself from is so connected to the one who you love the most. You joke that at least now your child will have a better father figure in their life.

Quest tries not to show just how that makes his brain short-circuit and how warm his chest feels.

Nightowl has a moment of pause, but just a moment. He's 25, he's just finishing college, and he has some personality hangups but... he can work on those. He has a job pretty much lined up. He can step up if you'd let him. He wants to. Suddenly the more responsible side of himself kicks in. All he wants is to love you and he can absolutely love your child just as much. He comes across as more of a cool older brother or cousin at first but soon he really hit his stride.

Something about being a dad just brings out the best in him.

Everything clicks into place for Toasty. Your escapism and late hours make a whole lot of sense. They don't know how they didn't guess it in the first place but it honestly... makes him want you to get a better job even more? You wake up so early to go to work, then you go right home to be there for your child so you can be a parent to them and then your one break is the server and Bloomic... You deserve to have a job that gives you more time for your family. He wonders if he could convince you to move in with him?

Maybe you could actually be their secretary. They wouldn't mind having you closer... they feel their cheeks getting hotter just thinking about it.

Xyx takes it in stride. Honestly, he might have noticed it earlier than you would expect. Something about your schedule, about how you knew just the right things to say to help him when he's feeling down. Like you know. Like comforting someone vulnerable is something you've done plenty of times. He knows for sure he's not... the perfect role model. He can be reckless with habits that just barely toe the line of being self-destructive.

But he also has a stable, incredibly well-paying job. He would be happy to give some off-record advice on how to cut off parental rights to make sure that he-who-shall-not-be-named won't bother you or your child again. He jokes that he got a great deal, he got the love of his life AND a child in one go.

He's a pretty lucky guy, ain't he?

[moonsplit]

Please if anyone wants to request Our Life, Error 143, Blooming Panic, or Project Blue headcanons I would adore you forever 🙏

[cyberpaw-mp3]

Alpha XYX x Reader

THIS IS A JOKE I SWEAR

Y/N turned on their laptop and webcam opening the server. They couldn't believe they were going to do this, but then again the idea of everyone's reactions sounded pretty funny. It had been Xyx's idea, he came up with it after learning about "TikTok alphas". He thought it'd be a funny way to troll everyone, he just needed a partner.

{Y/N is online seeing the Quest, Owl, and Toaster talking normally while June and Salocin are online but not active} Quest: ah hello, good morning Y/N! Y/N: Good morning everyone, how are you? Nightowl: I could be better, feeling a bit sick. NakedToaster: You know what could make you feel less sick? Nightowl: … Nightowl: what will make me feel less sick? NakedToaster: ffxiv NakedToaster: oh, and soup, plus some rest. Nightowl: since you actually gave real advice I will let that slide Y/N: aww how sweet, but I hope you get better soon Nightowl {quest reacted with an arrow emoji to y/n's message before going offline} {XYX is online} XYX: Hello my kittens Nightowl: what a way to say hi Y/N: Hello xyx NakedToaster: man wtf XYX: what? XYX: what's wrong kitten number 2392 NakedToaster: 2392!?! man you nned help Y/N: need* also what number am I? XYX: Number 1 Nightowl: what the hay June: hello? XYX: Hello kitten number 8 NakedToaster: number 8 NakedToaster: she's number 8, while I'm, number 2392? XYX: yes kitten number 2392 Nightowl: They're going mental because of you Y/N: that's not very sigma or alpha of you June: so not sigma more alpha for real XYX: GGRRRR WHAT DID YOU SAY XYX: you don't what to make daddy angry Nightowl {sob emoji} DADDY? HELLO??? June: HELLO? WHAT IS HAPPENING NakedToaster: what XYX: you've angered the alpha Y/N: uh oh, we're so sorry alpha NakedToaster: don't play into this Y/N: But he's the alpha and I'm his number one kitten Nightowl: this feels fruity June: xyx is fruity

This is unfinished for now but hope you like it!

[doodlenoodleboi]

SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT MY REQUEST I am so sorry my devoted fans. Jk but I will be getting to my lowly 4 requests

[a-rat-who-writes]

MHA BS

OHHHHH hot MAMA. I go in and out of being on here often, but I am still so blessed to see my work receive support! I am considering doing more anime stuff, so it's another poll time!

I finished season 6 of MHA and Opening 11 has me on my knees bawling

[periofthesea]

Home is Where you are

(This is a short little fic that I had posted on ao3 but I thought I'd share it here as well <3)

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Sunday morning. In the midst of May, the beginning of summer where the days slowly get longer and the sun bores down from a clear blue sky. This particular Sunday, however, was different. Flat gray clouds covered the sky, rain pattered on windows and flooded rain gutters. The howling wind shook the trees and branches beat to an invisible melody against the walls of houses. It was the perfect setting to be inside a warm home, blanketed under layers of warm blankets, and to do nothing but enjoy the sound of the rain.

Inside of a stylish condo in the city, on the tenth floor with a generous view of the city lights at night, Syren lay trapped beneath the warm, solid arm of a lover. Slowly, consciousness returned to her, as she became aware of her surroundings. She was in their shared bedroom, Toaster had hogged most of the fuzzy blankets, leaving Syren with only the main duvet coiled around her legs. Their floor was littered in old clothes they’d discarded from the night before.. And the night before that, not that either were slobs but sometimes after a long day of work the two were too exhausted to care. Normally, on Sunday’s the two decided to work together to clean the entire house. It was a little routine they’d developed together after Syren agreed to move in with them. Blinking away the sleep, Syren scanned the rest of the room. The interior design was a perfect blend of both of their personalities, on the shelf were little 3D printed figurines of Toaster’s characters, as well as a few of her own that he made for her. An assortment of crystals lined the shelf, and on the dresser Syren stored her ever growing candle collection right beside the two stuffed animals that she bought for the two of them, each with their own respective stuffed laptops and headphones. The closet was filled with clothes, mixed and tossed together. It wasn’t so unusual that Syren would pick out one of Toaster’s shirts to wear, and on occasion Syren spotted them sporting one of her long skirts. Of course, everything that fit on Toaster practically drowned Syren and everything that was long for her was considered short - but somehow the two of them made it work. 

The thought brought a smile to Syren’s lips as she twisted in her position to glance at Toaster who was nestled in the left side of her shoulder. Her arm laid beneath their neck, so it wasn’t difficult for her to reach up and thread her fingers through his hair. The practiced motion was almost a natural instinct by now. Whenever the two sat together her hand would find its way to their scalp, and he would practically melt into her arms. She never thought that he’d take such a liking to it, when they first met, she mentioned briefly that she was originally drawn to his hair and wanted to braid it. She also mentioned how she leaned toward physical touch, and despite turning bright red whenever she reached out for him, he also pouted whenever she didn’t. Syren couldn’t stop the flutter in her chest from the image. When they would sit next to each other on the couch, watching a movie or doing something relaxing, he would always do little subtle movements that indicated he wanted her to play with their hair, but he would never ask for it. It wasn’t really subtle at all, but sometimes she pretended not to notice, just so she could see the adorable pout on his face when he realized she was toying with them. She always caved though. They were almost spoiled with it, with how often he wanted her to braid his hair. She loved it though. She would spoil him for the rest of her life, if he wanted.

A soft whine drew her attention back to reality, and through her prereferral vision, Syren saw Toaster crack open his eyes, and lean into her touch. Immediately, there was a giddy smile on her lips at seeing how pretty they looked first thing in the morning. She still couldn’t wrap her head around how lucky she was to be laying beside them, and how they were seeing each other, instead of just through a computer screen.

“Morning,” Syren said quietly, running her nails down the middle part of his scalp.

A soft groan was her response, as Toaster pushed his face deeper into her neck- the ticklish sensation making her giggle.

Suddenly curious, Syren leaned up from where she was laying to scan for her phone. She spotted it amidst the mess of blankets and reached for it. She must have forgotten to plug it in last night. The bright screen lit her face and she physically recoiled from the burn in her eyes. Turning down the brightness, Syren looked at the time. “It’s already noon,” she groaned, tossing the phone aside and laying back down, her hand still tangled in Toaster’s hair.

“Ugh, already?” Toaster asked, and Syren had to keep the flip in her stomach contained at their morning voice.

���Mhm,” She replied, pulling him closer to her chest, and he responded in kind, wrapping both arms around her and intertwining her legs. 

“Did you sleep okay?” He asked, “Sorry I got to bed late last night, the raid went on pretty long.”

Syren chuckled, to this day she still hadn’t managed to get too excited about fourteen, it wasn’t her type of game style but for him she would try . Plus, he was adorable whenever he got excited about it. Running her fingers down the backside of his neck she hummed. “It’s okay. I was out like a light so I didn’t even notice.”

A quiet sigh escaped them as she ran her fingers in small circles behind his ear, and it took all of her willpower not to squeal at how adorable he was. So easy to fluster, his blush was the prettiest thing about them… Besides from his voice. 

Looking out the window which was fogged from the rainstorm, she sighed. Syren loved the rain more than anything, and was excited that the sun had finally taken a break and she could enjoy the dark and cold. “Ugh,” she suddenly remembered. “Don’t we have to be somewhere today?”

Toaster groaned and held onto her a little tighter, without realizing she leaned down and kissed the top of his head- relishing the way their breath hitched. “M-My business partner invited us out.” He stammered, and Syren felt a slow grin overtake her face but decided not to tease him any further.

“How much do we like this partner?” She asked lightheartedly, only half joking. Toaster groaned again. “We should go.” “We should.” Syren agreed.

A slight pause. The only sound that could be heard was the patter of the rain against the window, and the muffled sound of cars on the street.

Slowly, Toaster raised their head and Syren looked into their clear blue eyes decorated by long, pretty lashes. They stared at each other, having a conversation only they could understand through their eyes. Syren could read his words loud and clear.

Let’s stay home .

Relief flooded through her entire body, leaning forward she planted a soft kiss on the bridge of his nose, then on his mouth. When she pulled away, his face was bright red, but his eyes were soft and a small, a lovestruck smile grew as he watched her lovingly. Biting her bottom lip, Syren marveled at how well they understood each other, and how deeply she loved them. 

“How does a home cooked brunch sound?” She asked quietly, and he laughed softly, the sound that rivaled the beauty of the sun, the stars, and every astral body combined. “Perfect.” He said, and Syren leaned in to kiss him again. He kissed back, his hands slowly rising to lay on her arms. It was short, and soft, but loving. She could feel the flutter of his lashes against her cheek, it was moments like these that she wanted to engrain in her memory.

“I guess we should get up then,” she said, their faces still close together, lips barely touching and his warm breath on her mouth. She didn’t even care that they had just woken up. “Mhm,” he hummed quietly, leaning in for another kiss. Laughing softly, Syren wrapped her fingers around the back of his neck, and kissed back. 

Breakfast could wait just a little longer.

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[silentiawrites]

Melancholic Melodies

A NakedToaster x Reader fanfic

Angst. Angst all the way. Have your sadness soup.

Edit 1: I should toss in a summary, but it’ll be a rough summary. Reader and Toasty have a not very fun argument, and they drift apart for a moment. Though, there is something that manages to help them reconnect, and sometimes space then reconnecting is all you need before you actually solve an issue. TLDR? Accio healthy relationship problem solving and support, but make it realistic. And no dialogue till the end, like how most of my works will be at the moment.

Edit 2: I should add that it does have hurt/comfort elements, but that’s more towards the end. Still feelsy, but a bit optimistic.

Have fun with your tasty Sour Patch Kid dipped in McDonald’s Sprite level pain angst and hurt/comfort fics. I feed you the good stuff.

Part 1 - Turbulent Tritones

Part 2 - A Dissonant Spiral

Part 3 - Our Bittersweet Sonata

[will-come-a-poet]

Hello you wonderful people! 

Recently, I had the absolute honor of writing (and acting as a moderator) for the Blooming Panic Blooming All Year Round zine! The Blooming Panic community has honestly become such a comforting place for me. So, working alongside such talented individuals to create something that represents just a portion of the fabase's love and creativity marvelous! 

Anyway, this is a link to preorder a physical copy of the zine but there is also a digital version available for free. It’d mean the world to me if you could show your support by grabbing a copy (and while you’re there why not check out my fic on pages 8-11 ;) ). Shout out to Leah for being the most amazing organizer, my fellow moderator Des for being wonderful, and every talented individual who poured their love and effort into this piece. Oh, and shout out to robobarbie and every other beautiful person involved in the creation of Blooming Panic.

[chris-continues]

Blooming Panic: Cyberpunk Edgerunners AU

Calculating…

“You’ve got 20 minutes before trauma team comes in- they’re not too close in this area but there’s a chance.” Toasty’s hands fly across holograms, checking out cyber intel. “You need to get in and get out, no fucking around. Even with your sandevistan, Owl.”

“I’ll be fineee..”, Owl teases before Quest nudges him, “Xyx, you watch over Toasty.”

“You got it boss.” Xyx does a little salute, waiting for Quest to run out of the car and swing forward via the center console to sit next to Toaster.

“Don’t bother, I’m focused right now.” Their fingers fly across the screen, checking security cameras swiftly.

“No fun.” He teases, lifting his feet to the dash. “Better keep an eye on them doll, don’t want anything happening, yeah?”

“More than aware of that.” Toast’s pupils glow a slight yellow/orange, indicating a call with Quest.

“You’ll want to clear out the end of the hallway to your left, it loops around to the other hallway on your right. There’s a door in the back that holds the item the client is looking for. It’s some piece of tech, I’ll send you a briefing once I get a better handle of it and I make it less secure.”

“Good to know-“ Quest grunts, “Gotta go. Will call you back if there’s trouble.”

[missrosiesworld]

Flustered

As Elena engaged NakedToaster in playful banter, her fluent Spanish enveloped him like an enchanting melody. He was unable to decipher the words, but the rhythm of her speech and the twinkle in her eyes set his heart racing. The gentle cadence of her voice and the way her lips shaped each syllable were mesmerizing, even if he couldn't grasp their meaning.

Toasty found himself utterly captivated, his attention fixed on Elena as he tried to interpret her intentions through the veil of an unfamiliar language. "What are you saying?" he inquired, a sheepish grin revealing his complete befuddlement yet undeniable fascination.

With a twinkle of mischief in her eyes, Elena responded, "Ah, if only you could understand." Her laughter, melodious and infectious, filled the air. "Maybe I'm saying how much I enjoy talking to you, or perhaps I'm commenting on how cute you look when you're confused."

Toasty felt his cheeks warm with embarrassment and delight. "That's not fair," he protested, his tone light and playful. "Here I am, at your mercy, hanging on to every word I don't understand."

"That's the fun part," Elena replied, her smile widening. "But I promise, it's all in good fun. I like making you blush; it's adorable."

Despite the language barrier, Toasty was utterly captivated by her. The way she moved, the expressive gestures that accompanied her words, it all drew him in deeper. He laughed along with her, enchanted by the sound of her voice, even as he wished he could grasp the meaning behind her words.

Elena's playful spirit was evident as she continued to sprinkle their conversations with Spanish, taking pleasure in Toasty's bewildered attempts to follow along. After delivering a particularly fast-paced sentence, she laughed, "You should see yourself right now, mi amor." Toasty, always ready to play along, retorted with mock frustration, "I hate you so much." Yet, the warmth in his eyes and the blush on his cheeks told a different story, one of deep affection, which Elena understood perfectly.

Elena, fully aware of the affection behind his words, leaned in closer, her voice a soft tease. "You mean, you love me so much," she corrected playfully, her gaze locked on his. Their exchange was a dance of unspoken feelings and shared understanding.

Toasty, caught in the spell of the moment, couldn't help but smile genuinely, the tension of the language barrier melting away in the face of their mutual affection. "Maybe I do," he admitted, the admission hanging between them, charged with the promise of deeper confessions yet to come.

As their interaction wound down, Toasty realized he had been so engrossed in Elena's presence, so taken by their playful exchange, that any initial awkwardness had melted away. The connection they shared transcended language, rooted in the joy of discovery and the warmth of mutual attraction.

Looking into Elena's eyes, he saw not just playful teasing but also genuine affection. "I might not understand your words, but I think I understand your heart," he said, a sincere smile touching his lips.

Elena's laughter filled the digital space between them, a sweet melody that seemed to bridge the physical distance of their video call. She brought her hand to her heart, a gesture of warmth and reassurance. "And that, querido, is all that matters. There's plenty of time for you to learn Spanish," she teased, her eyes sparkling with the promise of future joys, laughter, playful teasing, and perhaps, lessons in love.

As they ended the call, Toasty was engulfed in a wave of anticipation for their next virtual meeting. The playful banter, the challenge of bridging their linguistic divide, and the undeniable connection they shared had ignited something extraordinary. Despite the confines of a screen, their bond promised to deepen with each conversation, a testament to the strength and resilience of their growing relationship.

[rambling-panic]

The urge to write bloomic fanfic depite having several other projects i need to finish (or work on before i start anything new) first is sooo strong

I have like a literal grocery list of projects that ive been working on i cant add more onto it 😭

Unless…? 👀

[a-rat-who-writes]

Love this story, fr [Totally cannon]

(Repost by Rat #2)

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Hi yes me again with more BP smut because I have no control fsjkdfhd

Next up will be nightowl and Quest because ofc I’m writing smut for all of em!

Story’s below the cut because it’s so long!

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my own sheild <3

( naked toaster fanfic featuring xyx!!!)

Nakedtoaster was deep into the game, fingers flying over the keyboard as they navigated their character through a chaotic battlefield. Their PC setup glowed with vibrant RGB lights, but the real warmth came from y/n, who was cozily perched on their lap, head resting against their shoulder. It was one of those perfect gaming nights where everything felt just right.

Unbeknownst to nakedtoaster, the webcam was on, streaming their adorable setup live. On the other end, xyx, the ever-cocky Australian, was itching to pounce on any opportunity for teasing.

“Oi, nakedtoaster! Are you even playing the game, or is that a y/n cuddle session?” xyx’s voice crackled through the headset, dripping with mischief.

Nakedtoaster barely glanced up, focused on their screen. “I’m playing! Quit distracting me!” they shot back, a hint of laughter in their voice, though they could feel their cheeks warming.

“Right, right! But, mate, it looks like you’re just using y/n as a human shield. How's that for strategy?” xyx laughed, and the chat exploded with emojis and laughter.

Y/n looked up, their eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’m definitely a shield, but I’m also here to boost morale!” They leaned closer, planting a quick kiss on nakedtoaster’s cheek, adding to the playful chaos.

“See? Even y/n knows what’s up,” xyx teased. “I mean, how can you focus on winning when you’ve got such a comfy distraction? You’ve got your own cuddle cam going!”

Nakedtoaster rolled their eyes but couldn’t help a smile. “I swear, if you keep this up, I’m going to lose on purpose just to prove you wrong!” They tried to sound serious, but their laughter betrayed them.

“Yeah, right! You’re too competitive for that. But just think—if you lose, you can blame it on y/n’s ‘overwhelming cuteness.’ That’s a solid excuse!” xyx’s teasing tone continued, echoing through the call.

Y/n giggled softly, clearly enjoying the banter. “Hey, I’m just here to help! If I distract them into a loss, at least it’ll be for a good cause, right?”

“Sure, a good cause for sure,” xyx replied, chuckling. “But don’t be surprised if I post this cuddle cam moment on the internet. I mean, look at you two! The ultimate power couple…or should I say cuddle couple?”

Nakedtoaster felt a wave of embarrassment wash over them. “Seriously? You wouldn’t dare!” they exclaimed, their face flushing as they finally realized the camera was live. “Oh no! Y’all can see us?”

“Yup! And it’s glorious!” xyx roared with laughter. “The world needs to see this level of distraction! I mean, who wouldn’t want to see a gamer and their cuddle buddy in action?”

“Ugh, you’re the worst!” nakedtoaster groaned, burying their face in their hands, but they couldn’t hide their smile. “I’m never playing with you again!”

“Not until the next game, at least!” xyx shot back, grinning. “Just embrace the cuddle cam, mate! You’ve already won the cutest couple award!”

With y/n’s head still resting against their shoulder, and xyx’s relentless teasing ringing in their ears, nakedtoaster couldn’t help but laugh, frustration melting into amusement. “Alright, fine! But you’re going to hear about this later!”

“Looking forward to it!” xyx said, the banter continuing as they dove back into the game, the lighthearted teasing echoing through the call, wrapping the cozy atmosphere in a playful shroud.