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ilycove · 6 months

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Quest mindlessly hums as he's supposed to be teaching you how to play guitar. He has you placed in between his legs, snuggled up nicely to his chest. You can feel his thighs rubbing against your hips, and you almost think you're dreaming.

His guitar strap is wrapped around your neck and his arms are over yours, mocking the movements yours are making. You can see his hands so clearly, so vividly. They're almost like a painting, his tattoo, bones, and veins sticking out perfectly, like a picture perfect memory.

He keeps whispering in your ear. Try this cord. You're doing so well. Now, place your index finger on this one. A little flatter. Bend your fingers more. Stay focused, angel. But how can you focus?

How can you focus when you can feel his lips against your ear? How can you focus when you can still feel his piercing gaze, burning through your skin? How can you focus when his chuckle is so light and airy, like something you would hear in your darkest fantasies? How can you focus when his body around you tightens, and brings you closer?

How can you focus with him around?

You feel the vibrations from his chest against his back, and you’re trying so desperately to block out all noise other than his instructions. You're trying not to listen to his husky whispers and his chuckles that make your heart flutter.

Quest’s rough pads of his thumb and index finger find their way to your chin, eyes looking down upon you with mischievous and teasing eyes. “My, we’re getting quite distracted there, aren't we?”

“Not- not at all, Quest. I’m focused. just like you asked me to.” You cleared your throat and forced your hesitant fingers to focus back on the cords you were playing, remembering his previous instructions.

“So obedient,” He chuckles once more, a deep noise resounding from the depths of his chest, eyes swirling with danger and scrunched up like he’s having the time of his life.

(He probably is.)

“You seem rather nervous though.” His grip on you tightens and faux sympathy on his face completely disappeared, replaced with a cruel smirk. His thumb rubs on the corner of your bottom lip and he leans in closer, teasing you. "Do I make you nervous, angel?”

Your breath stopped completely, and your heart was beating so loudly you were sure he could hear you. Your eyes tore away from his sight and paid close attention to his lips, slightly dry and still pulled into a grin that only the devil would wear.

“You’re awfully desperate today, aren’t you?” His warm breath fans over your lips, spearmint and strawberries being your only source of air at the moment. He outright laughs at the way you shrink away from him and bite your cheek in embarrassment.

His hand lets go of you chin, wrapping around the back of your head and pulling you closer. “That’s alright, though. You look absolutely stunning like this, wrapped around my finger.”

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c1nnad0ll · 2 months

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since its thunderstorming outside where i am, headcanons for the blooming panic LI’s having an s/o who’s scared of lightning? (Can be fluffy or angsty as you wish!!)

Hi dear! I'm so, SO sorry for this request taking so long. I've been really busy with some stuff 😭😭

Bloomic x S/I who's scared of lightning

Quest.

Oh you're good bro.

Like this man is there in like SECONDS comforting you.

Bros got the blankets the curtains drawn, he's got headphones.

He is like absolutely not letting the fuckin thunder get to you

Just plays a show that you both like at like max volume to drown out the thunder

Ur safe with him pookie

Nightowl.

He's got it bad I feel like his apartment walls are super thin

Tbh he's also probably not a giant fan of rain or thunder.

Y'all just kinda sit inside with headphones on. Probably playing something on A Nintendo switch.

I feel like he plays splatoon.

He definitely cuddles you to avoid the loud ass rain.

You two r fighting togethe

NakedToaster

MY BOY MY MANNNNNN

Bro probably scowls at the rain

Like straight up just like turns on his headphones and plays FFXIV

fuck the rain

So naturally

They go and play computer games w/ u!!

Play final fantasy it'll be okay

Xyx

Screeches at the rain.

nah jk jk

He does try and do something "funny" (?) to like get rid of the lightning fear?

Bro probably tapes sun pictures to the windows 😭

In all honesty he probably just hangs out with you and Cat. Talks about life.

I'm so sorry this took so long

#x reader #asks open #bloomic #blooming panic #ask grave #bloomic x reader #xyx blooming panic #fluff #nightowl bp #bloomic xyx #bloomic quest

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wordsofoleander · 2 years

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🌸 where you should give the bloomic characters a kiss!

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❥ 619 words ❥ tags: pure fluff, all of the characters except societyboy ❥ cw: owl's section may be a little bit suggestive ❥ notes: my thirst for pure tender fluff is unquenchable. can't believe this is finally leaving my drafts after like, half a year? enjoy!

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— nightowl: on his collarbone

- there's no denying it when you hear nightowl's labored breathing and feel the rapid beating of his heart when you pull away from the crook of his neck. when you gaze even deeper into his half-lidded eyes and feel his grip on your waist tighten, you become just as lost as he is. hey cutie, you won't think of him as selfish now if he asked for seconds, right?

— quest: on his chest

- sometimes, after a long and tiring day at work, some quality time to unwind with each other is just what you and quest need. one of his favorite ways to do so is to hold his angel in his arms! he feels his heart skip a beat every time he feels you drowsily kiss him on his chest, just above the fabric of his shirt. with moments like these, there's nothing else in the world he could ever wish for.

— xyx: on his cheek

- when xyx sees you tiptoeing towards him and feels your lips on his cheek, he's gone. oh what have you done to him this time, doll? nowadays, he can't help but ask you to reward him with a kiss on the exact same spot for the little favors he does for you with a shit-eating grin on his face. the whole thing makes him feel like he isn't himself. gross. but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

— nakedtoaster: on his chin

- height difference go brr. toasty finds it hilarious how you could be standing on your toes and still be barely reaching the upper half of their face. though when your lips finally touch their skin, he finds his eyes closing shut and his lips letting out a quiet sigh of relief, wishing for the millionth time that their fast-beating heart calm down at least for a little bit.

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bonus for the non-lis!

— onionthief: on his nose

- it’s amusing how one little kiss from you is enough to get onion to shut up completely. you’re convinced that it’s all worth it every time you see his cheeks brighten when you pull away. his full reaction is always a surprise, and you certainly can’t correctly predict what it will be. but when he’s feeling playful and starts to reach for your arm in hopes of revenge, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

— two2: on the corner of their mouth

- it's become a common occurrence to make dinner together with two and their sister. they're so focused on the task that they don't notice the tiny bits of food left over on their face after taste testing the food. despite the shock from the siblings that comes after, there’s no better excuse than that to plant a quick and chaste kiss just centimeters away from his lips!

— june: on her forehead

- there's just something about feeling a kiss from you on her forehead that sets june's pulse racing. it melts your heart whenever you see her beam at you in response just as much as hers does the exact same thing when you kiss her. you note that there is a spring in her step after, and you can already tell that she’ll forever cherish these little moments with you.

— biglady: on her palm

- lady loves loves loves to cup your face in her hands and gush about how you're the absolute best. when you take one hand against your cheek and give it a smooch, her expression softens, cheeks with a light blush. though you better prepare yourself, as she'll be sure to pepper your face in kisses in return!

— salocin: on the back of his hand

- you once found yourself taking salo's hand in yours and giving it a peck in thanks, saying something about how he's the best grandfather figure you could ever ask for. who wouldn't? it takes you mere seconds to process his reaction. he's happy but... wait, shit. are you...? ohmygod i'm so sorry, salo. please don't cry—

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argonavis-writings · 1 year

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happy birthday xyx!! have some lifeguard! xyx dialogue teaser as a treat

#xyx blooming panic #blooming panic xyx #xyx x reader #xyx #bp xyx #xyx bp #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic #bloomic xyx #xyx bloomic #bloomic x reader #bloomic

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thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos · 2 years

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based on the prompt "bite me", in which you meet xyx at a halloween party and don't recognize him under the costume. (little bit suggestive but sfw) mutuals look away /hj

monster mash was playing louder than you thought was comfortable or possible. colored spotlights were blaring, the main lights having been turned off. all around you there were faces you didn't recognize, and not just because they were in costume. yep. you were at a halloween party.

frankly, you didn't want to be here. you had initially come to support a friend going through a break up, but they went off to talk to some strangers. so much for sticking together, you thought. if they were going to do whatever they wanted, you figured you could do whatever you wanted too.

bursting through the double doors back into the light of the hall, you feel like you can finally breath. sure, you might have been going a little deaf. but you were okay.

the cold tile of the wall sticks to your back as you lean against it, cooling down. after a few moments, you hear footsteps coming down the hall, before abruptly stopping. you begrudgingly brought your eyes up to meet the stranger's own, before meeting a pair of gorgeous green eyes. hm, familiar. taking him in, you found he was dressed in a vampire costume, fangs and all. he didn't look too bad, if you were being honest.

"did it hurt?" you heard the stranger say.

suddenly you remember your costume. you threw on the only costume you had on hand, the angel costume you wore last year.

steeling yourself for the last part of the cheesy pick up line, you merely let out a hum in response.

"when you rolled your ankle on the way out of the taxi? it looked pretty bad." he teased, throwing you a playful yet concerned smile.

shocked by the subversion, he cuts you off before you can respond.

"and when you fell from heaven, angel." he spoke, the corners of his eyes crinkling with his suave grin.

"bite me, dracula," you said wryly, "and, for the record, it did hurt when i got out of the cab. i suck at walking in heels." you laughed under your breath.

"oh? maybe i will tonight," he said, turning to lean his back against the wall next to you.

you jabbed him with your elbow, glaring at him with an entertained glint in your eyes.

holding his hands up in defense, he laughed. "kidding, kidding!"

"how about a dance, angel?" he proposed, holding out his hand to you.

"gladly, dracula." you smiled, taking his hand in yours as you walk back into the fray.

#blooming panic #bloomic #xyx #xyx x reader #xyx bp #this is my first time posting my writing online pls be nice 😭#my writing #bloomic x reader

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mysilaan · 12 hours

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TAKING HEADCANON REQUESTS

ENGLISH VERSION (I also take requests in French)

Hi !! Iman there 🍒

I’m not quite sure how to do it but well…

I’ve decided to dedicate this blog to my writings and mainly for my headcanons on some fandoms I’m in !🌷

I write about :

⭐Blooming Panic

⭐The Arcana

⭐Touchstarved

⭐My Candy Love (New Gen too)

I’m taking any headcanons requests in the ask box !! But first, let me set my rules…

❌I do not take any request outside of the 4 games I listed. Maybe later on, I’ll take requests about other fandoms but not for the moment !!

❌I do not take any NSFW request, I may do some soft NSFW if I feel like it, but never something too explicit.

❌If I consider a request inappropriate, I’ll allow myself to delete it.

⚠️FOR THE ARCANA

I do not take requests for Portia for the moment (I haven’t done her route yet, sorry…)

⚠️FOR MY CANDY LOVE

I do not take requests for Armin HSL (I didn’t play his route) and Eric (sorry, I just don’t like the character enough… But I can write some angst about him tho ^^)

That’s all ! ⭐

I’m looking forward to your requests 💖

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vipersiia · 1 year

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lazy mornings | xyx/gn!reader

Being with Xyx is like being with a force of nature. It never really seems like he has a moment to himself. A moment to breathe.

Waking up to the feeling of his fingers tracing shapes on your exposed skin, a sensation like no other. Humming softly you shifted and pushed closer into his chest, just taking his presence in. You feel his lips pressing into your head, curving into a smile, his arms wrapping tigher around you, pulling you closer. You can smell his lingering cologne, and beneath that the scent of the ocean that always seems to surround him.

Mornings like these are rare, but you’d never want him to change. Moments like these were made to be savored.

Slowly you open your eyes, staring into his. Half-lidded, viridian peeking through his lashes, reminiscent of the coral you both saw when diving some time ago. Whispering out a greeting, he leans in, lips gently molding against yours. Sometimes it feels like he was made for you. To be held tenderly in your palms. To be eternally loved and cared for.

You know he feels the same way, he's expressed it multiple times. Saying how you came in like a deity from above, and showed him a love like no other.

His hands made their way to cup your face, as you both split, breathless.

Sometimes when you look at him, adoration is all you can see. It seeps through his veins, oozing out of him whenever he’s around you. It makes you wonder, just what he sees when he looks at you.

With him in your arms, it makes the long nights waiting for him to come home, all the more worth it. Being able to slip into bed with him, idly sharing stories about your days. Tightly wrapped up in each other's arms, not an inch between you. Mornings where neither of you are in a rush to get to work, just able to enjoy a shared morning.

#viper.txts #xyx x reader #blooming panic x reader #bloomic x reader #xyx #xyx bp #blooming panic #bloomic #fluff #fanfiction #ficlet

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manikasu-nyx · 1 year

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night shift | quest x reader

25 one-shots of christmas: part 1 author is taking a gamble and starting this at 7 pm whist,le watching 911 lone star let's see if she can finish before 12

characters/content: quest, gender neutral reader, reader works in an office, heated themes but no nsfw, reader works overtime, quest is an old man who uses emoticons

"See you later, Y/N!" your boss called, giving you a wave as he walked out, you forcing a smile that immediately dropped as soon as he left your eyeline. You let out a huff through your nose, your hands going back to clacking at your computer, trying to focus on your work and not what was supposed to be your first evening off in a while. "It's more money for you, Y/N," you thought. 'It'll be good to have for Christmas.'

You let out another breath, looking at your screen as you paused, processing your work thus far. You also thought about how your boss wasn't a bad man, but rather just very inconvenient at times. He had asked you to stay back and finish the report, you being one of the fastest workers on your team. He insisted he would've stayed and finished, but his wife finally had a free night for the first time in a while, being a first responder and all. Even though you were annoyed about using your time off, your guilty conscious would've been too much knowing you had refused a couple who didn't have much time together as it. Curse you and your decent upbringing.

As you went mindlessly about your work, your phone dinged a couple times, drawing your attention away from your work. You looked at your notifications, a small smile instantly adorning your features as you moved your work aside for the moment. It was Quest, doing what seemed to be your nightly check-ins after long periods of server silence.

Quest: hey! been a while since you were last on. you okay, angel?

Y/N: i'm okay, just doing some overtime. christmas money crunch, y'know?

Quest: yeah, i get that, overtime sucks :( but capitalism is the bane of us all, isn't it? anyway, how much longer do you think you'll be?

Y/N: a little while, i think i have to rewrite some of these drafts :/

Quest: i see... well, i'll see you in a bit, then. love you, angel <3

Y/N: love you too, honey <3

You placed your phone down to the side, cracking your knuckles and getting back to work on your reports. The way Quest said he'd see you in a bit bothered you a bit, but you paid little mind to it. You wanted to get done, get money, and get home.

A while later, the sound of your rapidly moving fingers was interrupted by a knocking on the wall, causing your head to shoot up and peer over your cubicle. You were supposed to be the only one here tonight, right? You silently prayed it was just one of the security guards that had come up to check on you. Although, the voice that came proved to be something much better.

"Angel, you in here?" Quest called, pulling his coat hood down, looking around the office, before his eyes settled on you. You immediately got up from your desk, going over to wrap your arms around his large frame, squeezing him tight. Even with the large coat, he still seemed to be freezing.

"Quest, what are you doing here?" you asked, pulling back to look at him, tilting your head as he placed a hand on the back of his neck. "A guard let me in. I guess dropping by on all our shared lunch breaks gave me an identity here, huh?" he chuckled, his arms going down to the small of your back, looking at you lovingly.

"I missed you, angel," he said, lifting you and pulling you into a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist as he walked back over to your cubicle, pushing your papers to the side and setting you down, his hands running along your sides as you reached up to his neck, wrapping your arms around it. Pulling away for air, he went to leave soft kisses on your cheek, along your jawline, and down your neck.

"I missed you so much..." he mumbled, letting a word out through each kiss. He pulled your body flush to his own, soft hums being pulled out of your throat with each kiss and squeeze of your waist.

"Mmm... Quest?"

"Hm?"

"My reports?"

"...Right, sorry," he said, pulling back with a cough, you rubbing his cheek lovingly as you sat down at your desk. You immediately went back to churning out reports, a newfound incentive to finish your work.

"I can help you with that, Y/N."

"Oh, ever such a help, my hero~ But what about the server?"

"Ah, they'll behave. Besides..." he began, leaning down to your ear, nibbling on it gently. "Parents deserve a night to themselves sometimes, no?" he asked, only to be met with your hand pushing his face away.

"After work, Quest."

"Right, sorry. Well, then maybe instead of that..."

He pulled his phone out, tapping on the screen a few times before starting to play a playlist full of Christmas music. You gave a small snort at his antics, watching as he stole a swivel chair to sit next to you. "You're ridiculous," you laughed, watching him start peering at your documents.

"Yeah, but I'm also a hero, right? C'mon, you know you don't wanna be here for too long either, right? Let's get this done so we can go home."

You nodded along with him, starting to get to work almost twice as fast with an extra pair of hands helping you out, talking to him about a variety of things as you worked, occasionally stopping to sing a small duet from the music playing. The two of you kept working through the night, and soon after you were no longer upset about having to give up your sudden night shift. Quest made sure you forgot all about the whole thing later that night anyway.

#nyx writes #I DID IT #okay fine it's 12:26 #BUT STILL #IT'S EARLIER THAN USUAL #quest x reader #quest imagines #quest scenarios #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #blooming panic x reader #bp quest #bp quest x reader

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ilycove · 8 months

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Quest likes to think he met you where the soul had met the bone, where your smiles and touches made his heart ache. His arms envelop you, calloused finger tips drawing sleepy circles into your waist. He sits and breathes you in, breathes you out.

Compared to him, you're little in his arms, really. You lay there with your head resting on one arm, and connecting little freckles of his like you're creating constellations with the other. The two of you just sit in serenity, not wanting to break the silence and tenderness that floats in the air quite yet. Part of you doesn't want to leave because, well you're comfortable, but if you'd turn around you would meet his pretty blue eyes that are like an ocean that threatened to swallow you whole. Or, willingly, you’d drown. And you weren't so sure if you’d want to be saved.

Quest dips down to kiss the nape of your neck, relishing in the soft chuckles you make as you tighten your grip on his forearm. He doesn't budge a bit, and decides to bite softly as to not hurt you but to raise a few gasps out of you. His smirk grows when you glare playfully at him over your shoulder, and you can practically feel your faux melting at the sight of his face.

You're drowning.

And you really, really don't want to be saved.

He presses a firm kiss on your jaw, waking you up further. As you sit up, he inches his one arm to your face again to bring you closer to him. He places gentle kisses on your cheekbones, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth, wherever he can reach. He hums against your skin, "Good morning."

Quest's lips find your neck once more, becoming more firm as they travel down to your collarbones. You gently run your hands through his hair, bringing him out of his sleep driven trance. "G'morning. It's way too early for this."

You yawn almost instantly after saying that making Quest's smile grow wider. Sarcasm drips from his voice as he kisses your cheek again, and again, and again. "Oh wow, I'm hurt," he gives you a playful pout to counter your rolling eyes. "Really, I just wanted to show you how much I adore my angel. Is that so wrong?"

He brings a hand of yours up to his lips and matches his smile with your own. Neither of you mention how his voice dipped a bit when he called you yours. Neither of you minded it. If it were up to you, you'd adore it all the more if he'd just call you that forevermore. Hearing him say "angel" was like he reinvented the word and gave it a new meaning, like it was his initial around your neck. As much as it was yours, it was his. Forget your name, you just wanted him.

You met his eyes again – sinking and drowning and dying – and you give him a little kiss on his lips. Then another one. Then you two are one. Like a set of gloves, you just go together, you're meant to be.

You pull away with a whine, doe eyes looking into ones of a Greek God. "I have to get ready for work."

"No you don't. Just call in sick."

You squint at him but there's no malice behind your stare. A smile refuses to leave your bruised lips. "I've done that one too many times for you, they're gonna start getting suspicious."

"Then fake it. Pretend you have a sore throat. Just stay with me a little while longer." Another kiss is pressed to your knuckles and you're dead. You've drowned in him completely. And you're totally okay with that.

"How can I just pretend to have a sore throat?"

A toothy smile graces his features, painted with mischief and cheekiness, sculpted from the finest hands. "I know a way or two."

Quest laughs when you slap his chest and he laughs a little harder when he hears your laughter, too.

He means it when he calls you angel. He hears God themselves whispering behind your voice like background vocals in a song when you speak and he sees the gates of Heaven when you smile. In the so called ugliness of your tears he sees himself and that itself makes him yearn for you all the more. He pulls you closer to his chest, his heart in sync with yours.

He knows he isn't a good person, but if he gets to stay here with you for just a second longer then he knows he did one thing right. You had become his home, a sacred oasis. If he was told he would die tomorrow, he'd be more than fine spending the time atoning for his sins in your arms.

Quest kisses your neck again. His lips travel, traced with electricity. He finds your pulse point and lingers, kissing it softly. He attempts to kiss once more, but it's more smile than pursed lips when he hears your laughter again.

The ocean is not a home for angels. It's inhospitable, dark and unforgiving. But as long as you swear yourself to the tides and mutter its praises, it will hold onto you.

#(⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) – writing !#quest x reader #quest imagines #quest scenarios #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #blooming panic x reader #bp quest #bp quest x reader #quest fanfic #bp fanfic #blooming panic fanfic #bp fluff #blooming panic fluff #quest fluff

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c1nnad0ll · 2 months

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thoughts on toasty dating an mc whos a therapist....what would it be like for them

Hondlestly, I feel like it wouldn't matter to them. The only problem I see them having is like burning themselves out and having small time management issues. Other than that I feel like it'd be a good balance

They'd probably be worried about how you're doing, how you hold up. Therapists have to hear some pretty detailed stuff sometimes from patients and he'd want to make sure it doesn't affect you.

#x reader #asks open #bloomic #blooming panic #ask grave #bloomic x reader #blooming panic nakedtoaster #nakedtoaster

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wordsofoleander · 1 year

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No thoughts just naked toaster and a really touchy s/o. They're barely through the door and they're already making out with him just constantly holding his hand constantly making out with him constantly giving him kisses

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❥ someone get me a dictionary because i need a word to describe the warm feeling this ask gives me. hopefully me publishing this on valentine’s day months after you’ve sent this makes it up to you, nonnie!

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he’s always known that physical touch was your love language, but that was a whole different thing from actually experiencing your affection in person. now, there is always a surprise in store for them when they walk through the door once they're home. being not used to receiving attention like this growing up, they used to always dread getting ambushed with you all over them, but they’ve grown used to it.

no…actually, it’s more like it has become a part of his day to look forward to.

there are times wherein they think that they don’t deserve it, but when you softly say their name (their real name!) like it’s the sweetest dessert in the world, they can’t help but melt further into your touch. perhaps with time, he will be able to find it in himself to be less hesitant with reciprocating, or even let it be your turn to be doted on!

maybe that can be their next gift to you…?

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#🌸 — fresh from the garden.#🌺 — click romantic.#blooming panic #bloomic #blooming panic x reader #bloomic x reader #nakedtoaster #bp nakedtoaster

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mrsedogawaranpo · 2 years

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An Interrupted Morning

Pairing: Xyx/Reader Word Count: 837 words

AN: Recently replayed the game again and i JUST..... Xyx is the LOVE of my life. This man fits my type so well that its painful. Not to mention the fact I recently found out he's a SCORPIO like... I knew it, I just knew it

You have an album entirely dedicated to candid pictures of Xyx.

You have a list of favorites, of course, the one you got of him shirtless (a small scar on his side from some adrenaline-fueled incident shown off), the one where Cat was comfortably curled up on his head while he slept (that one had required flash but the previous day had been so busy he was out like a light). There was even one where you’d captured him looking sort of sentimental, an easy-going smile on his face as he looked at his phone though he refused to tell you what he was looking at (you figured out it was some old messages you had exchanged as you were boarding the plane to come see him for the very first time).

You’re thinking about those pictures now because you wish there was a way to take a picture of him now, his head resting over your heart with an iron grip around your waist. Your phone was across the room, tucked into the pocket of your jacket that had been unceremoniously thrown to the ground when Xyx rushed you the moment you were home. The passion-filled kissing had left your mind blank and while last night still felt like a blur, you could remember the things he made you feel well.

You ran your fingers through his soft hair, appreciating the scent of his shampoo; sandalwood but the hint of mango and lemon really added a kick. You thought it was funny that he used something like that, you never would’ve taken him as someone who liked fruity scents, but he had brushed it off as ‘just buying whatever bottle was closest to him’. You made sure to pick up said bottle every time you went out shopping, just in case he was telling the truth about his chaotic shopping habits.

You could see the sun beginning to peek through the curtains and you wanted to groan, knowing it would soon be time to get out of bed. Xyx had to go into the office today for some important meeting, he was dreading it but he didn’t seem too worried about losing his job at least. He had a meeting with a client in the afternoon and then he’d be home again, back in his ‘happy little domestic bubble’ aka your shared home together.

The door to the room slowly opened and for a second your heart stilled, fearing that the house was truly haunted like Xyx had initially teased you about. The soft mew sets you at ease as Cat made their way inside, looking at you with big eyes as they sauntered over to the bed. You would normally sit up to greet them but your boyfriend has an especially solid grip on you this morning, not to mention you weren’t ready to leave his arms just yet either.

Cat hopped up onto the bed and quickly made their way to Xyx, stepping on his cheek accordingly as you tried to hold back a giggle. It takes a few more times of pawing at his face before Xyx began to stir, letting out an annoyed nose and raising his hand to push Cat’s paws away from him.

“Get offa me, you beggar!” Cat let out another meow and placed a paw on the hand Xyx raised to protect his face, pressing it down as if to say ‘listen to me’.

“I don’t think you’re getting out of breakfast duty anytime soon, babe.” You hadn’t stopped stroking his hair yet which he had to curse you for, you always made it so damn hard for him to get out of bed in the morning.

“Ugh…” Xyx yawned as he finally released you, the feeling of his warmth gone too soon as he sat up in bed. You noted the scratches on his back and glanced down at your fingernails, making a mental note to cut them later—

“Don’t you dare.” Xyx smirked as he looked down at you, leaning over to press a quick kiss to your forehead. “Wouldn’t have you any another way, love.”

Cat meowed again, a subtle reminder that they were still patiently waiting for their food.

“I’m going, I’m going.” Xyx stood a stretched, giving you a full view of his back muscles and he flexed them. “You’ll be here when I’m back?”

“No, I’ll be teleporting to work in about a minute. See ya.”

“What was that rule you made? No sarcasm in the bedroom before 10am?”

“You’ve already broken it more times than I can count!” You could see Xyx’s smirk even with the minimal lighting in the room, “But why does it matter?”

“I’m just sayin’, don’t think there’s a point in you puttin’ clothes on just yet. That’s all.”

“Oh… But I’m so cold without you here. So you better hurry for my sake… And to avoid Cat’s wrath.”

Xyx winked as he left the room and you settled yourself back into bed, eagerly awaiting his return.

#Xyx (Blooming Panic)#Blooming Panic #xyx blooming panic #blooming panic imagines #blooming panic x reader #xyx x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #blooming panic xyx #Scenario

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thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos · 1 year

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

ty!! stay hydrated bestie <33

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

despite it all

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

unfortunately, things were not going so well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— nakedtoaster

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

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

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

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

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

eyes suddenly clear as day, their mouth hung open.

"Y/N?!" they shouted.

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

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

"toast, i—"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to continue.

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

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

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

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

the sight was enough to break your heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all your worry was for naught.

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

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

you still had each other.

— nightowl

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

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

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

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

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

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

rest, and finally see your boyfriend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"you're okay," he gasped.

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

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

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

now your eyes were teary, squeezing his hand.

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

owl gave an encouraging hand squeeze back.

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

by the end he was crying again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

#my writing #bloomic #blooming panic #bloomic x reader #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster #nightowl x reader #nightowl #nightowl bp #blooming panic x reader #i did it!!!#halfway but still

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eyzoa · 1 year

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↳. nakedtoaster moodboard || bloomic

#nakedtoaster #blooming panic #bloomic #nakedtoaster bp #blooming panic x reader #nakedtoaster x reader #moodboad #edit #bloomic x reader #blooming panic kin #bloomic kin #nakedtoaster kin #selfship #bloomic selfship

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dressing-pafe · 2 years

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rookie i am on my knees /j

for the event, can we get a crumb of highschool au xyx going trick or treating with the reader? 🥺👉👈

Hello hello welcome one welcome all, to Rookie’s sweets stand! Craving some cotton candy? How about some caramel corn? Candy apples? Oh, I get it, that eye candy’s sweet enough for you, huh?

Xyx seems to have enough sense to buy you a decent snack though, yeah? Why don’t you two get acquainted over a jumbo cotton candy! I’ll even let you pick the colour! Unless it’s blue.

As you reach for the cotton candy, you feel your brain clouding over in the familiar feeling of a fantasy… oh dear.

cotton candy may contain: raisin box violence and making out in the middle of the road, proceed with caution!

“Wait up, dummy! You’re gonna trip on your tail!” You shouted after a sprinting Xyx.

“No way! These legs’re built for a track star!” He spun around, running backwards now, laughing. “Pikachu’s got lightning speed!”

You laughed too, chucking a box of raisins at his head. “Get back here!”

Hitting him square in the forehead, he let out a faux yelp of surprise and fell back, the bright yellow hood of his Pikachu onesie falling off. Some candy spilled from his bulging pockets and his no longer full Jack-o-lantern bucket.

“Bullseye!” You rushed forward to catch up with him, pausing at his motionless body. “Come on, you big baby! Up you go!”

He sat up reluctantly, pulling his hood up with a huff, turning his head away from you. “Hmmph.”

“Xyx? What’re you doing?” You asked, crouching next to him.

Silence.

“If this is about the candy spilling, I’ll give you mine!”

...more silence.

"Xyx?" You reached for him. "What are yo– gyah!"

He pulled you down with him, letting out a laugh. “Gotcha!”

“Hey, no fair! You tricked me into that!” You huffed, flicking him on the forehead.

“You assaulted me with a box of raisins!” He poked back at you. “How can you do that to Pikachu?!”

Snorting, you rolled your eyes. “Fine, fine, I’ll give you all my snickers! You’ll stop sulking if I do that, right?”

“…and?” He looked back towards you.

“And…” you sighed, reaching for his face. “You’re insufferable, y’know that?”

“I try.” He flashed you that devious smile from under a subtle tint to his cheeks.

Pressing your lips to his gently, you supported your weight with a hand to his chest. The taste of oversweetened milk chocolate lingered on his tongue, cool metal brushing your lip as you kissed.

Pulling away, you looked up, catching a glimpse of the headlights of a car approaching from a considerable distance. "Now get your butt up, you big baby, we have to be back by ten, we have school tomorrow!"

"I'm skipping!" He groaned, hauling himself up. "No way in hell I'm going after that horrible assault!"

"Will you do it for a kiss?"

"...maybe."

#maho! event <3 #blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #bloomic #bloomic x reader #bloomic xyx #bloomic xyx x reader #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic xyx x reader #bp #bp x reader #bp xyx #bp xyx x reader #xyx x reader #xyx

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