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Mississippi’s first interracial marriage, August 1970.
Daisy commission 🐶
Icon commission ✨🐱
Me and my mutuals rebloging the same post
In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.
P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3
EDIT: Well this got a lot of attention! I got a few users asking to print or repost my art and I am unimaginably grateful to everyone's interest, especially since it's a really simple drawing I made on a whim haha! Anyone who is looking to print these out to hang or hand out or repost on another platform is free to do so, although I ask you to credit me and let people know it's from my Tumblr profile! If anyone wishes to do anything else with my art or post and wants to clarify what I consent to then they can message me privately and I'll explain! <333 all my love to my queer siblings
EDIT: I made an LGBTQIA+ version with a focus on trans and intersex folks, it's on my pinned if you prefer this version of the acronym.
it was all too much, and now I have nothing left
sad reality of the fanfic-to-published work economy is that the weirdest people are willing to do it. that's why there's now hundreds of shitty no plot cishet hate-to-love enemies-to-lovers books that are ex reylo fanfic. and it's not even good. that's because the people who wrote book-quality steve/bucky and kirk/spock fic are too normal to think to themselves "i should get this porn published". they're too busy working in local government offices
something quick cuz i just wanted to use this color palette
Newsflash!!! If your doctor says your baby has "gonads" that need removal or that there is a genital "deformity" these words are code for intersex baby. REFUSE UROLOGY SURGERY FOR YOUR INFANT UNLESS THEY CAN PROVE IT WILL EFFECT YOUR BABY IN THE NEXT YEAR. sometimes urethras are blocked or there's legitimate impact to functionality. Otherwise almost always surgery can wait till your child is old enough to understand what is happening. As someone who went through pediatric urology- you don't want them operating unless it's 100% necessary. The procedures are gruesome and traumatic (and often not anesthetized) most people use it as a first resort when surgery should ALWAYS be a last resort especially for minors.
♱Blessed be the Daughters of Cain♱ commission info | ko-fi
✮⋆˙ Nyon X reader !!
! cw: Romance, kissing? Not much!!
! Ao3: Nyenlover69!
! Pairings: You and Nyon, obviously!
Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!
The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.
You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.
Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.
“What the hell do I do now?”
The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.
The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.
<3
After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.
The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.
Nyon’s was empty.
The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.
From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.
You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.
You understood why he left immediately.
Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?
<3
All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.
Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.
A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.
The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.
Silence, at last.
You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.
Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??
The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.
Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)
You hadn’t even noticed him at first.
But he had noticed you.
<3
The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.
You hesitated.
Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.
For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.
<3
“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.
At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.
“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.
His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?
You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?
Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.
You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.
The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.
Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.
He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.
You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.
It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.
He was blushing.
And you moved even closer.
<3
The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.
Frankly, it was getting awkward.
What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.
You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.
“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.
For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.
You took that as a yes.
Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.
His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.
“…Please stay out here with me.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.
<3
“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”
Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.
Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”
His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.
The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.
The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.
God, he was cute.
Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.
“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.
You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—
“…You’re the cute one.”
The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.
And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.
You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.
And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.
A sky full of stars.
And he was looking at you.
A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.
You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.
He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.
His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“…Nyon.”
At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.
Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.
That got his attention.
His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.
You swore he wasn’t even breathing.
God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.
You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
And then you kissed him.
It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.
You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.
You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.
“You’re cute.”
He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.
<3
Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—
“Are you… awake?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.
His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—
“Я тебя люблю.”
✮⋆˙ Nyon X reader !!
! cw: Romance, kissing? Not much!!
! Ao3: Nyenlover69!
! Pairings: You and Nyon, obviously!
Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!
The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.
You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.
Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.
“What the hell do I do now?”
The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.
The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.
<3
After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.
The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.
Nyon’s was empty.
The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.
From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.
You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.
You understood why he left immediately.
Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?
<3
All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.
Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.
A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.
The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.
Silence, at last.
You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.
Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??
The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.
Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)
You hadn’t even noticed him at first.
But he had noticed you.
<3
The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.
You hesitated.
Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.
For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.
<3
“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.
At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.
“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.
His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?
You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?
Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.
You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.
The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.
Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.
He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.
You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.
It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.
He was blushing.
And you moved even closer.
<3
The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.
Frankly, it was getting awkward.
What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.
You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.
“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.
For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.
You took that as a yes.
Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.
His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.
“…Please stay out here with me.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.
<3
“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”
Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.
Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”
His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.
The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.
The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.
God, he was cute.
Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.
“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.
You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—
“…You’re the cute one.”
The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.
And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.
You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.
And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.
A sky full of stars.
And he was looking at you.
A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.
You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.
He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.
His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“…Nyon.”
At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.
Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.
That got his attention.
His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.
You swore he wasn’t even breathing.
God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.
You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
And then you kissed him.
It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.
You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.
You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.
“You’re cute.”
He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.
<3
Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—
“Are you… awake?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.
His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—
“Я тебя люблю.”
✮⋆˙ Nyon X reader !!
! cw: Romance, kissing? Not much!!
! Ao3: Nyenlover69!
! Pairings: You and Nyon, obviously!
Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!
The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.
You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.
Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.
“What the hell do I do now?”
The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.
The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.
<3
After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.
The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.
Nyon’s was empty.
The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.
From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.
You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.
You understood why he left immediately.
Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?
<3
All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.
Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.
A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.
The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.
Silence, at last.
You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.
Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??
The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.
Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)
You hadn’t even noticed him at first.
But he had noticed you.
<3
The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.
You hesitated.
Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.
For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.
<3
“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.
At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.
“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.
His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?
You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?
Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.
You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.
The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.
Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.
He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.
You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.
It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.
He was blushing.
And you moved even closer.
<3
The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.
Frankly, it was getting awkward.
What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.
You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.
“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.
For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.
You took that as a yes.
Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.
His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.
“…Please stay out here with me.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.
<3
“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”
Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.
Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”
His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.
The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.
The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.
God, he was cute.
Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.
“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.
You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—
“…You’re the cute one.”
The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.
And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.
You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.
And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.
A sky full of stars.
And he was looking at you.
A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.
You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.
He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.
His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“…Nyon.”
At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.
Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.
That got his attention.
His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.
You swore he wasn’t even breathing.
God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.
You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
And then you kissed him.
It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.
You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.
You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.
“You’re cute.”
He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.
<3
Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—
“Are you… awake?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.
His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—
“Я тебя люблю.”
✮⋆˙ Nyon X reader !!
! cw: Romance, kissing? Not much!!
! Ao3: Nyenlover69!
! Pairings: You and Nyon, obviously!
Summary: Getting sleep in the ivory household is hard with all the noise. During a restless night you try to find comfort in a certain someone. NOTE: Я тебя люблю means I love you!
The house was never truly quiet, but at least it had its quieter moments. Moments where the usual chaos faded into something softer, where only the steady chime of Luther’s old, “decorative” grandfather clock remained.
But tonight wasn’t one of those nights.
Hours of tossing and turning, annoyed groans, and the faint screeching from down the hall had left you restless. It was bad enough being trapped in this hellhole, forced to sleep on a torn beanbag, but now, you couldn’t even get a decent night’s rest.
You were used to Randal’s late-night screaming, but tonight, it was impossible to ignore. The sudden burst of cursing, followed by the unmistakable thud of something hitting the wall, probably another failed round of whatever game he was playing, jolted you fully awake.
Sighing, you rolled onto your side, pulling the blanket over your head in a weak attempt to drown out the noise. It didn’t help. The house was always too loud when you wanted silence, too quiet when you actually needed the noise.
“What the hell do I do now?”
The thought lingered, heavy with exhaustion. With another sigh, you forced yourself upright, peeling yourself off the beanbag chair and onto unsteady feet.
The old wooden floorboards groaned under your weight as you trudged forward, mindlessly drifting toward Nyon and Nyen’s shared bedroom. Randal’s shouting faded into nonsense (if it wasn’t already) as you carefully avoided the endless trinkets scattered across the dark hallways.
<3
After what felt like forever, your shaky hand finally reached for the worn-down doorknob, its cold metal surface pressing against your palm. Before you even registered what you were doing, you had already nudged the door open, peering cautiously into the shared bedroom.
The pungent scent of cigarette smoke and dust clung to the air, thick and suffocating. The room was an absolute mess—heaps of laundry were strewn across the floor, no doubt belonging to Nyen. You carefully stepped forward, scanning the room, your eyes landing on the bunk beds.
Nyon’s was empty.
The realization settled in slowly, a quiet, unexpected weight in your chest. The sheets were untouched, neatly folded, as if he hadn’t been there all night.
From the top bunk, a loud, obnoxious snore broke the silence.
You flinched, turning just in time to see Nyen sprawled out like he owned the place, one arm dangling lazily over the edge, face half-buried in his pillow. Another snore rattled through the air, followed by an unconscious grumble. Of course, he’d sleep through Randal’s yelling with all that snoring to cover it up.
You understood why he left immediately.
Your attention snapped back to the empty bed below. If Nyon wasn’t here… where was he?
<3
All you wanted was to sleep and maybe talk to the only person you felt comfortable around in this house, but life had other plans I guess.
Slowly, you navigated through the incomprehensible maze of winding hallways, past the creaking floorboards and eerie shadows that stretched along the walls. The house felt endless at night, shifting and restless. After what felt like an eternity, you finally reached the front door.
A breath of fresh air. That’s all you need right now.
The door creaked faintly as you pushed it open, stepping onto the worn, half-faded welcome mat. A soft breeze brushed against your skin, the cool night air offering a rare moment of relief. Moonlight casts long shadows across the porch, illuminating the old wooden planks beneath your feet.
Silence, at last.
You inhaled deeply, expecting the crisp scent of pine and damp earth, the way the forest always smelled at night.
Instead, all you could smell was…smoke??
The vague scent curled faintly through the air, lingering, replacing what should have been fresh and calming. You turned your head, and that’s when you saw him.
Hunched against the far end of the porch, perched on a weakened wooden bench, Nyon sat still—motionless, yet unmistakably aware of you. His usual slouched posture made him blend into the night, almost disappearing into the flickering shadows cast by the porch lights. (Note: imagine his wide-eyed ass staring at u that’s SCARYY 😭😭)
You hadn’t even noticed him at first.
But he had noticed you.
<3
The faint glow of his MP3 player screen reflected in his tired eyes, the dim light flickering against the deep red circles beneath them. His head was bowed slightly, gaze unreadable, but you could feel the moment his attention shifted to you.
You hesitated.
Something about him looked… uneasy. Not in the way he usually was—quiet, awkward, keeping to himself—but tense. Like he hadn’t expected to be caught.
For a second, you considered leaving. You weren’t sure if he wanted company, and you felt bad for intruding. However, before you could decide, his eyes flickered up fully, locking onto yours—wide, surprised, unsure. And then, just as quickly, he looked away.
<3
“I… I’m sorry. Should I… er… leave you be?” you whispered under your breath, your voice barely audible over the swift hum of the wind.
At the sound of your voice, Nyon stiffened, his shoulders rising just slightly, his grip tightening over his knees as if bracing for something. For a moment, he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe, his body tense like a startled animal caught in the open. Then, slowly, hesitantly, his fingers loosened, his posture shifting ever so slightly as if willing himself to relax.
“…No. You may stay,” he murmured, barely above a breath.
His voice was steadier than his body. Even in the dim porch light, you could see the way his hands curled and uncurled against the fabric of his jeans, the way his breath came just a little uneven like he was focusing too hard on keeping it steady. Without looking at you, he shifted to the side, making the smallest amount of space. Not quite an invitation, but not a rejection either?
You hesitated, glancing at the newly opened space beside him. Was he… letting you sit with him? Was that for you?
Before your thoughts could catch up, exhaustion won over hesitation. Your legs moved on their own, carrying you forward until the old wooden bench creaked beneath your weight. The sound cut through the stillness, sharp and splintering, and you felt him react beside you, fingers twitching nervously.
You weren’t even that close, yet you could feel him go rigid, almost like he was caught between instinct and thought, unsure whether to lean into the moment or escape it entirely. He shifted ever so slightly, barely an inch, a quiet retreat assuredly, but not far enough to push you away.
The silence stretched, and for a while, neither of you moved.
Then, after what felt like forever, he exhaled quietly, as if he had just made up his mind about something, before finally parting his lips to speak.
“Can’t sleep?” he asked, voice low, distant, like the question had been lingering in his mind long before you arrived.
He still wouldn’t look at you. His eyes stayed fixed on the cigarette butt smashed against the porch floor, his gaze unfocused, like he was staring through it instead of at it. You watched as his fingers flexed against his knee as if they needed something to hold onto but had nothing to reach for.
You opened your mouth to answer—then paused. Instead of a response, all you did was move closer.
It was only then, in the dim, flickering porch light, that you noticed his face, half-lit by the glow, held the faintest trace of color. The tips of his ears, the curve of his cheekbone, just barely tinged pink.
He was blushing.
And you moved even closer.
<3
The space between you shrank, just enough that you could feel the faint tremor in his body, and hear the glitchy, muffled music spilling from his earbuds. The closer you got, the more you noticed—the way his hands started shaking aggressively against his lap, the uneven rise and fall of his chest as if he was trying too hard to keep his breathing steady.
Frankly, it was getting awkward.
What were you supposed to do? Say something? Pretend you didn’t notice how nervous he was.
You hesitated before finally breaking the silence.
“…I can leave if you want. No hard feelings,” you murmured, voice softer than you intended.
For a moment, nothing. No response, just the quiet hum of the night and the flickering porch light casting unsteady shadows over his face.
You took that as a yes.
Just as you started to push yourself up, a hand shot out, grabbing yours. Not rough. Not forceful. But desperately, softly.
His fingers curled lightly around yours, hesitant, uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you but couldn’t let you go, either.
“…Please stay out here with me.”
His voice was barely above a whisper, unsteady in a way that tightened your chest. You sat back down, closer this time, your hands still entwined together. After a few more moments of silence, he spoke up.
<3
“Would.. you like to… listen with me?”
Nyon’s voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. His fingers fumbled slightly with the MP3 player before he finally glanced at you, his soft red-rimmed eyes meeting yours for only a second before flickering away.
Even in the dim light, you could see the heat rising to his cheeks.
You smiled, tilting your head. “You didn’t have to ask, dummy.”
His breath hitched slightly, but he still reached out, pressing an earbud into your palm. His fingertips brushed against yours for barely a second before he pulled away, gripping the cord so tightly it might’ve popped.
The sound quality was terrible. Extremely. It was horrendous. Static-filled and distorted, the lyrics are barely recognizable. You had no idea what the song was, but honestly? You didn’t care.
The warmth of his shoulder was more distracting. You glanced at him again. He was staring straight ahead, unmoving, his face still flushed.
God, he was cute.
Maybe it was the way his lips parted slightly like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. Maybe it was how he kept stealing tiny glances at you when he thought you weren’t looking.
You smirked. You were too tired to think over what you were even saying at this point.
“You know…” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “You’re kind of cute when you get all nervous like this.”
His breath caught in his throat.
His fingers twitched, and before he could stop himself, his arm moved, slow, hesitant, but this time, with purpose.
You felt the weight of it settle around your shoulders, his touch gentle but firm, like he was still expecting you to pull away.
But you didn’t.
Instead, you leaned into him, your head lightly resting against his shoulder. His breath came slower now, steadier, though you swore you could still feel his heart racing beneath his skin.
For a moment, he stayed quiet. Then, barely above a whisper—so soft you almost missed it—
“…You’re the cute one.”
The warmth of his arm tightened around you, holding you just a little closer.
And under the quiet hum of static and song, the night faded into something softer.
You gazed up at the moonlit sky, exhaling deeply, grateful that through all this chaos, you had something—no, someone—who could give you the quiet you needed. The soft silver glow bathed the world in light, illuminating the stillness, and when you turned your head, you saw it—the same glow catching the edges of Nyon’s face, highlighting the warmth in his quiet, lingering stare.
And for a while, you looked back down into the endless abyss of the night sky. The stars above twinkled like scattered dust, flickering in ways that felt almost familiar. They were cold, like shattered glass, but soft—soft like a whisper against skin.
A sky full of stars.
And he was looking at you.
A quiet warmth bloomed in your chest, one you couldn’t name, one you didn’t have to. You shifted closer, pressing yourself into the crook of his neck.
You felt his entire body tense, his breath catching in his throat, but he didn’t move away. He just sat there, stiff and warm and unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with himself. But you did.
He was soft. He was comforting. And he was the first thing in this house that had ever made you feel at peace. You turned your head slightly, eyes tracing over his face—the sharp angles, the way his lips parted slightly, the nervous flicker in his gaze as he refused to look at you.
His breath was uneven. His fingers twitched at his side, flexing and clenching like he didn’t know what to do with them.
“…Nyon.”
At the sound of his name, he stilled. Completely.
Slowly, you leaned in—closer, closer, so close your noses almost brushed.
That got his attention.
His wide, red-ringed eyes finally darted to yours, pupils slightly enlarged, his face burning like a fever beneath the soft glow of the porch light.
You swore he wasn’t even breathing.
God, he looked so cute like this. Frozen, wide-eyed, lips barely parted, as if he wanted to say something—beg for something—but couldn’t.
You smiled. You leaned in closer and closer till your lips were mere centimeters away from each other. You could feel his grip on your hand tighten as he pulled you closer to him, almost as if he’d lose you if he didn’t.
And then you kissed him.
It was quick, barely even a second, a soft press of lips that left him completely wrecked.
You pulled back just enough to see his face—his breath shaky, his face blushed a bright red, and his body practically trembling.
For a long moment, he just stared at you, eyes looking at you with such an adoration before slowly pulling you back into a kiss.
You chuckled, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck like nothing happened.
“You’re cute.”
He made some kind of strangled sound in response, but you were already drifting off, letting the warmth of him pull you under.
<3
Sleep was already pulling at you, dragging you down into its quiet embrace. You barely heard it when he whispered, voice low and uncertain—
“Are you… awake?”
You didn’t answer. Couldn’t. You were already half-drifting, the sound of his unsteady breath mixing with the quiet crackle of music.
His arm tightened around you, his grip firmer, protective.
For a long moment, nothing.
Then, as soft as the moonlight, he murmured into the stillness—
“Я тебя люблю.”
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Hello everyone!! My name is Leslie!! Though I usually go by Nyenlover69 LMAOO. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I mainly post my fanfics for ranfren on Ao3, under an account under the same name, go check them out!! But I’ll post and do requests here too <3 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Certain stories I’m not proud of will not be on here!! ;(
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I don’t bite !! I appreciate every message of support and encouragement! Please feel free to reach out :3. Any requests are welcome. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ My main account is @isabellalovelyyxx !! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I am VERY new to tumblr xD -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ MASTERLIST: wip.. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ What tag to find my fics: #Nyenlover69fics LMAOO. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Awkward layout wkwkwk ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I will do all characters !! Keep in mind some things may be suggestive but I’ll add any warnings at the beginning <3
nyen study
he bites her cheek afterwards
"Eye see you!"
I have pc again (◍•ᴗ•◍)
kuro apparently
I was just scrolling ranfren site and found this
(Credits to captain for this)
-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Hello everyone!! My name is Leslie!! Though I usually go by Nyenlover69 LMAOO. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I mainly post my fanfics for ranfren on Ao3, under an account under the same name, go check them out!! But I’ll post and do requests here too <3 ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Certain stories I’m not proud of will not be on here!! ;(
⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I don’t bite !! I appreciate every message of support and encouragement! Please feel free to reach out :3. Any requests are welcome. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ My main account is @isabellalovelyyxx !! ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I am VERY new to tumblr xD -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ MASTERLIST: wip.. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ What tag to find my fics: #Nyenlover69fics LMAOO. ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Awkward layout wkwkwk ⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ I will do all characters !! Keep in mind some things may be suggestive but I’ll add any warnings at the beginning <3
I'll be Here, Don't Worry! | Saiky
♡ Paring: Saiky x Nyon
CW(s): Panic attacks, slight angst (I think), Nyon being insecure, coarse language
Author's Note: I've used the words "Northern Lights" so many times in this fic it's actually insane. That panic attack scene was not written very good and I think some things could be changed but whatever. Also this was requested by @mitnnvy so I hope she likes it!♡ (art by her as well)
Nyon and Saiky loved each other. Of course they did! Despite only dating for about 7 weeks now, Nyon felt so cozy around her and Saiky felt the same. The day was cold, it was one of those days in Canada currently. Though the Russian man was use to it by now.
Saiky and him were just chilling in his and Nyen's shared room. He was glad that his roommate wasn't here currently, most likely Nyen would've kicked him out but that wasn't important right now. Saiky was currently flipping through the pages of one of those magazines geared towards girls and young women alike, she seemed really invested in whatever she was looking at. So was it wrong that Nyon just had to sneak a peek?
Saiky was currently answering away at a quiz in the magazine. Something about boyfriends and if you have good taste in men. Nyon sighed, he was about to go back to reading his Russian literature... until he spotted the next question.
"Can your boyfriend keep up with the energy you bring?"
Saiky seemed to have to think about it for a second before scribbling in the sometimes box. Nyon quirked up a brow. I mean sure he's not like a social butterfly like she is but if it really came down to it, he could manage and probably still have enough battery to do whatever she can. But whatever.
Saiky answered a few more questions that Nyon didn't fully pay attention to because he was too antsy to see what the result was... suffice to say, he wasn't pleased.
Why did it ended up saying "You have lack luster taste!" Nyon thought he was alright, though he had to admit that sometimes, he felt he didn't deserve to be with her. But bleh, just thoughts I guess. Nyon laid back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. His book was still firmly in his grasp but he wasn't interested in reading anymore. God what kind of boyfriend was he? A bad one? He tried to be alright.
Suddenly he felt a soft weight on his chest, he glanced down and noticed Saiky's head on his chest. The magazine now discarded elsewhere.
"Auuhhh, I'm bored now..." Saiky whined. Nyons ears perked up at this. Well, maybe this was the moment to change it all. Nyon fidgeted with his fingers a but before he spoke up.
"You want to do something...?" Nyon muttered. Saiky quirked up a brow.
"I mean, sure! But what's there to do anyway?... It's kinda cold right now." Saiky mused, causing the man to fumble a bit in a haste to come up with something from the top of his head.
"There's a cafe that just opened, or maybe ice skating... or maybe, a walk?..." The Russian muttered. Saiky smiled and nodded.
"Okay!" The girl then hopped off him and his bed. Before he left though, he turned to Nyon and winked playfully. "It's a daaatttteee~" With that, she left the room. Nyon could tell she was happy with this impromptu date so he had to admit, he was a little excited as well. Even though he wasn't really planning on leaving the house today.
After everything was said and done and both of them were dressed up for the occasion and season, it was off to the place! They conversed while walking to the cafe. It was small simple things but this made Nyon really happy. He liked when his girlfriend went on and on about things. He'd nod and occasionally add something but he preferred to listen.
And that's basically where things started to go downhill, and very fast. First just some minor inconvenience, like Nyon slipped on some ice. Okay whatever. Then when they got there, he spilled coffee on himself... fine, he could deal with it. Since he didn't have spare clothes on him they had to buy some more. He kept getting bothered by a employee that seemed a little too keen on helping, overall making shopping more stressful than it needed to be.
It honestly felt like a montage of non stop unfortunate events for him. All of them simultaneously chipping away at his energy and general patience. His mind and body were begging him to go home but he refused to listen he wanted to make sure Saiky was having a good time! Though it was becoming more obvious that he was starting lag a bit and his movements were a tad bit more sluggish than before, almost like he was super high. He wished he was super high right now.
They were just walking and due to the days events, Nyon desperately wanted to go home. But he couldn't. Not when the day has been so terrible. So he'd suck it up for a little longer, they at least need to see the Northern Lights. The one thing that hasn't gone bad yet today. His steps were fast and stiff, it seemed he was more clingy right now. Maybe it was nerves?
However ssuddenly, someone bumped into Nyon. It was small so nothing to worry about. Nyon didn't say anything and tried to keep walking but the man stopped him.
"Ey! What the hell is wrong with you ya dumb fuck! You bump into someone and don't apologize!" Nyon stopped abruptly, he felt his jaw tightening a bit.
"Oh um, s-" the man zoomed to him and roughly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. This action really confused him. Why was he so mad? It was just a simple mundane mistake. As the man kept yelling at Nyon, he could feel his heart race a bit. He wasn't scared but so much of his social battery already went down the drain from the day, he'd probably cry.
Saiky took note of how Nyon seemed to grip the hem of his coat and how uncomfortable and out of it he seemed. Saiky quickly stepped in.
"Hey sir, this is all a misunderstanding. If you're upset we apologize but please, we have to be somewhere." Saiky tried to be as polite as possible given the situation but with how the man was acting towards her boyfriend, it made it really hard for her not to rip his head off. This made the man snarl at her.
"Listen here you bi-" Without really intending to, Nyon felt his hand roughly squeezing the man's shoulder. He could probably break it or something.
"I think you should go now. We had a long day and... yeah... leave." Nyon murmured. This finally made the man stop. The man scoffed and turned on his heel before he left without another issue. Nyon's body relaxed tenfold, or maybe it turned into mush? That's what he felt like after all. He let out a big sigh, his knees felt like noodles. He did not like having to do that.
But he supposed it was worth it. Saiky seemed really happy that he did that but she could see how this took a toll on him. Saiky asked if he just wantsd to go home right now but Nyon vehemently refused and insisted he could keep going.
The snow hasn't been too much of a hindrance so far but it was picking up. Maybe a snowstorm was cooking up? However, they persist. The eventually got to the place where they'd view this scene together. But to Nyon's dismay, it was quickly starting to fill up with tourists and locals alike. Oh lord...
It was becoming harder to walk but she seemed really excited. He had to! For her sake at least. He was thankful that he had gloves on because he didn't want Saiky to feel how sweaty his hands were getting.
He didn't want to be here anymore. God, he just wanted to curl up and die! They walked, getting closer to the viewing sight but eventually something just snapped it him. He couldn't keep going. As much as he hated to admit it, he pushed himself a lot today and just wanted to go home. Why was he like this...?
They were so close too! It was right there! But Nyon suddenly stopped and halted any advance forward. His once firm grip become almost unbearably tight.
"Nn.. No no stop..!" Though it was a particularly snowy night and not much could be heard through the blizzard wrecking havoc on the people, she heard and stopped just as soon. Saiky turned around, a little confused by his sudden plea but also worried. He didn't tend to speak much, but when he did it was bound to be worth hearing out.
When Saiky's eyes met his, Nyon looked almost defeated. No, that wasn't the right words. Overwhelmed? Anxious? Who knows?! Maybe a mixture of more. But that look in is eyes said it all. Nyon let go he backs away a bit, he crouches down on the snow and holds his hat tightly. He looks like he's trying to take deep breaths in but the snow constantly hitting his face is making it literally impossible.
"О боже, слишком много... что.. где я..?" He whispered into the snow. Only the catman and nothing else could hear the words he spoke. For someone so tall, he looked so tiny curled up like that. People trudged past them, almost kicking them as they went. Saiky almost bit their heads off, but that could wait. Her boyfriend needed her.
However the constant rush of people coming in to see the Northern Lights weren't helping ease the current condition he was facing. She knew she had better act fast, so she did. She approached him and put her hands on his face, she turns his head to her. She wasn't exactly experienced in this sort if thing, but she'd try. Especially for him!
"Nyon, close your eyes and take deep breaths. Don't focus on anything else but yourself, okay? Just very deep breaths." Though this wasn't a perfect solution to Nyon's panic attack, deep breaths do help. Nyon shut his eyes and did as instructed. In and out, each breath felt almost painful but it was most likely due to the biting winds they were facing. "Yes, like that..! Do a few more..! Nyon kept breathing and his rapid heartbeat and shaking settled down somewhat, at least enough where he didn't curl up and possibly disappear anymore.
She then helped him up and they started walking away from the growing crowd. This was gett getting ridiculous. After they were far enough from all that, they just kept walking on. They soon came to the Ivory house but by the looks of it, everyone was probably asleep already. Nyon didn't look particularly thrilled to go inside yet, like usual so instead they opted to just chill on the roof. She flew up a bit but then realized she probably had to help Nyon up too so, she grabbed onto him and managed to fly him up to. It was a little difficult though to be honest.
Once up there, they just sat in silence. The snow outside was starting to fall at a more leisurely pace and the moon was brighter than ever now. She thought they'd just stay silent forever until Nyon spoke up.
"I don't know what's wrong with me," The Russian man looked into the snowy night as he continued. "I don't mind people but, I think I don't... I don't know, it can get overwhelming. People are overwhelming." Nyon sighed. "I don't think you'd want a partner like that. You'd want some as... good as you. Someone that could handle themselves." Nyon kept his gaze from hers. Was he ashamed? In her opinion she had so much fun today. It was a special day, they both should enjoy it! Meanwhile his hand was rested on the roof tiles. It was just itching to be held!
Thankfully, Saiky would scratch that itch. She took his larger hand in hers and he turned his gaze at her in slight surprise and maybe flusteredness.
"Hey.. don't say those things. You're always fun to be around and not to mention, absolutely handsome!~" Saiky cooed, making the catman blush slightly. "Besides, I get it. A lot of things can get overwhelming and all you can really do is go on and do what you can. Nothing is ever that easy though, I wish it was. Like poof! Anxiety doesn't exist anymore. Yippe!... but y'know." Nyon nods. But just as things seemed to be going right, Nyon's expression quickly turned downcast. Like he just remembered something that completely ruined his mood.
"No, I.. I'm sorry Saiky. Really." Saiky in response, tilted her head in confusion.
"For what? I had a blast today!" To emphasize her point, Saiky made a show of her arms and almost fell back on the roof but caught herself. Then her gaze softens and she giggles, leaning on him a bit. She gingerly wrapped her arms on his and nuzzled into him a little. "You've got nothing to be sorry for. I love you and today was fun!~... Let's just be happy that we didn't get trampled by all those tourists all dying to see the Northern Lights."
"But, you wanted to see them... did you not?" he said with his thick Russian accent. In response the batgirl looked up at him and shrugged.
"Oh, who cares? I'm just happy I got to spend today with with person I love. If today wasn't the day, we can always try again next year and if not, the year after that. They'll come back, so no worries." Saiky added sweetly. Nyon opened his mouth to speak but closed it just as fast. What was he gonna say anyways?
So he kept silent and they just enjoyed each other's company. They stared at each other for awhile until suddenly... Nyon started glowing? No. Light was being reflected on HIM!! She zipped her head to the night sky above them and wouldn't you know? The Northern Lights were shining above them! Brighter than ever before. Saiky squealed and hastily turned him so he could see what she was seeing.
"Nyon Nyon! Look!" she pointed up towards the sky and all the while had a beaming smile etched on her face. The sight actually warmed Nyon's heart a bit. She seemed so happy right now. "It's the Northern Lights!" Nyon nods, unconsciously pressing himself closer to her as all the tension from before begins to slowly drip out of his body.
"See? Everything went according to the plan. I think we had more fun today actually!~" she mused. Nyon softly chuckled and without really thinking, he gently placed a hand on her cheek and looked deeply into her eyes. The strong eye contact made her a little nervous but she stared back. Strangely though, it was all kind of really romantic. I mean, it's dark out, the Northern Lights are shining brightly on them, and they're together.
Maybe today didn't go exactly how it was intended to. But who cares? In the end, everything turned out okay and in her book, that's all that matters. Nyon's lips stiffened into a tight line, as if he was contemplating something. But then his lips relaxed and he slowly leaned in. Saiky seemed to catch on as she mischievously grined and beat him to it. Their lips met in a tender and warm embrace, eyes closed and everything.
They probably would've stayed like that forever but Nyon pulled away, all red in the face and everything. That was bold on him I guess? But Saiky smiled and rested her head on his shoulder as the continued to watch the lights in the sky.
This was a sweet moment and definitely a date worth remembering.
randal~
seen this guy like 5 times on my twt for you and i just get reminded of nyen every time
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He's so ugly and stupid I love him
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