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choocokookie · 1 year

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

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

cw: gender neutral reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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andheresthething · 1 year

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Crazy For You, Oh Boy

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

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

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

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

Reposted from AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I tried with the pants.”

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

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

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

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

“Sure thing, cutie. The usual?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, love!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sure, if you say so,” he hummed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just the activity?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You chuckled. “Good call.”

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

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

“Says you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

“Mhm, you come first, cutie.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

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

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keenvictory · 2 years

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Hello Lovely~ : ̗̀➛

Synopsis: Xyx can’t help the terrible crush he has on you, it demands to be heard, to be seen, and seems intent on embarrassing him at every turn. He isn’t sure if it’s better, or worse, that the two of you are already dating.

: ̗̀➛ Featured Characters: Xyx x Gn!Reader

̗̀➛ Content Warnings: No warnings needed.

̗̀➛ Additional notes: Happy 2k Bloomini discord community, have this incredibly self-indulgent offering in this time of celebration. Xyx deserves all the love, and I believe I have thoroughly doted on him in this little fic. Have a great rest of your day or night, and thank you for reading.

Yours Faithfully, V.

The way you made his heart flutter was criminal. Xyx had already decided it, had drawn up the exact regulations it broke, making sure to dot his I’s and cross his T’s, pinpointed all the things you did that broke this little law he made, made a note, a tally, of all the times it happened, cross-compared his findings to find the links. His lists only grew larger by the day. It was the most ridiculous things too, that got his heart pounding, he could find no rhyme or reason to it, in his dedicated research.

Once when you chased cat around with one of those feather chain toys, once when he caught you singing so gleefully out of key in the shower, once when you fiddled with the little chain necklace he’d bought you to get the charm to lay just so.

Once when you smiled at him. It was only a smile. Such a mundane thing, really. He’d passed you a cup of tea, you’d beamed at him over the rim of the mug, and suddenly it was all he could do to stop himself from dropping the damn thing all over the both of you. Heart hammering like a school boy, what was he, twelve? All sweaty hands and nervous glances. At times he felt worse then Toaster, and that poor guy couldn’t flirt with a portrait without stuttering.

Well, he’d only almost embarrassed himself over your smile once. He could live with that. He’d managed to impress you enough with his suave debonair that one little slip up would probably go unnoticed, right? That shake of the hands and a frantic flutter of the heart over the sweet grin on your face was an outlier, an exception to the norm.

Until it wasn’t. It happened twice, and then a third time. By the fifth, when he stumbled over the rug after watching you smile down at Cat, he started to wonder if something was seriously wrong with him. You’d only laughed at him, sure these little slip ups were part of some joke he hadn’t revealed the punchline of just yet, and for that he was… thankful? He didn’t know. Part of him wanted to keep it a tight-lipped secret, breezing off each little incident as nothing, even though his research clearly showed otherwise. But part of him longed to have you know. He couldn’t think why, what he might gain from your realisation that suddenly your every fucking move made him red-faced and sweaty-palmed. At best you’d be infuriatingly smug over your new-found power over him, he knew full well he would be, and at worst you’d be… creeped out. Unnerved. That was one of the last things he wanted, and yet he reveled in the idea of telling you, of having you say the same, that secretly you’d felt the same way all the time and that…that….

The realization struck him late at night, sitting up straight in bed, to the confused mews of cat bundled securely in his arms. It was like a crush. This terrifying hold you’d gained on him suddenly, was nothing more then a crush. Well, what use was that. You’d already expressed your feelings to him years ago, the two of you LIVED together for fucks sake, it was well-established that you loved each other and yet… Here he was, with a stupid, interfering little crush on his partner.

It was ridiculous. And infuriating. He thought he was long past that embarrassing little phase, but here it was, rearing it’s ugly head to remind him how helplessly smitten he was with you. Well, there was nothing to be done about it really. So what if he had a crush on you? You’d had a crush on him once too you know.

Xyx had planned to keep it a cheesy little secret. A sweet thing he muttered when he was certain you were fast asleep, an embarrassing problem he vented to cat when it was only him and the little thief left in the apartment, a secret he definitely did not share with anyone in the server. BigLady would never let him live it down. As much as he wanted to tell you, as much as he loved you, and he desperately, heart-achingly loved you, he still had his pride.

It was exhilarating, in a way. The electric spark in his chest whenever your eyes met, the blaze of heat you leave behind when you nudge his shoulder for more room washing dishes together, the way he thought he’d simply fucking combust and die on your doorstep when you kissed him goodbye each morning. He could let himself indulge in all the quiet, meaningful nothings of a fleeting crush all over again, without fear of your knowing smirk or teasing gaze. Was it so wrong of him to want to admire you?

So he’d keep it a secret. From everyone, for now. Well, everyone except Cat, but he knew if anyone in that house could keep a secret it was that little bastard. Cat had managed to hide a hairball in your bed for hours before the pair of you had found it, and then rolled on their back as innocent as ever, the fiend.

But well, when did things ever go to plan, when it came to the three of you?

It was cats fault, Xyx was certain of it. The two of you were cooking, a domestic little treat that threatened to send his heart into overdrive if he thought too hard about it. You’d been determined to make your own garlic bread, the dough laid out on a flour splattered counter. It was a peaceful, content evening of cooking and relaxation after a long day of work. Until all hell broke lose.

Cat jumped on the counter while your backs were turned, leaving perfect paw-prints in the dusted flour. They’d just sunk their little footsies into the dough when you turned around, your disapproving laughter sending a shockwave of sappy affection through all the parts of his brain that he needed for common sense. He ran a hand through his hair to calm himself, leaving a white trail of flour behind. In turn, your laughter only increased, grabbing his face with your own flour covered hands and leaving white streaks in your wake. Xyx grinned, tilting his head to press a fleeting kiss to your nose.

“Now look what you’ve done, Doll, I’m a mess.” Your sheepish grin did nothing to calm the racing of his heart, and he shook his head affectionately. “You’re lucky you’re so cute you know, I wouldn’t let you get away with half the things I do if I didn’t have this ridiculous crush on you.”

The words were out in the air before he could stop them. He stilled, you stilled, even cat, who was quite contently continuing their art project in your precious dough, went motionless.

“I didn’t… I mean-“ He searched his love-addled brain for a reasonable excuse, but all he could think about was the excited look blooming in your eyes. “I didn’t mean anything by that just forget it- What! Quit laughing at me, bunny, you know, you had a crush on me first so really, if anyone should be embarrassed here it’s you-“

His ramblings were cut short when a fistful of flour hit his chest. His frantic excuses had given you the perfect opportunity to slip your hands from his face and grab a handful of powdery ammunition. His eyes glinted, the familiar thrill of a challenge settling into his skin. He knew you were giving him time to process what he said, what he wanted to tell you, he also knew you’d tease him to hell and back later on, when he was ready. Gods above, he loved you.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, huh?”

And the flour war began. Like fresh-fallen snow, it coated every surface of the kitchen, no one was left unscathed, and no tactic was too underhand. Luring the other in with a kiss, only to smear flour covered hands down their front, or lifting hands to claim a truce, only to gleefully clap them together, sending a dust cloud of flour across the two of you. All was fair in love and war.

As the dust began to settle, his knees nearly buckled as laughter bubbled up through him. He grabbed you by the waist to hold you close, equally pinning your hands to your sides to save his poor flour-covered body from further warfare, and to gently sway with you to the music from the radio. He tucked your head beneath his chin, if only so you wouldn’t see how stupidly red his face was beneath the streaks and smears of battle. He wondered, absently, if you could feel his heart racing? He felt like he’d run a marathon, or taken one of those lethal expert spin classes.

“I love you.” He said, as the two of you slowly danced across a ruined kitchen.

You shook your head, your smile growing impossibly brighter.

“Love? But If I remember correctly, you said you had a crush on me.”

“Haha very funny. Well I do. I can have a crush on you, and love you, I’m a very three dimensional person, wouldn’t you know.”

He kissed you, sweetly, longingly and contently, all at once. His voice lowered, to an almost inaudible whisper.

“And we both know that’ll never change… but I’d love you more if you helped me clean up the kitchen~?”

Your shared laughter rang through the kitchen, as you finally tore away from each-other, taking in the destruction of your poor kitchen. It was dastardly and criminal, what you did to his poor heart.

Xyx wouldn’t have it any other way.

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sailxrmxrs · 2 years

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happy birthday quest blooming panic what a lovely day it is indeed. was i awake at ungodly hours trying to come up with an idea that i would be able to write into a half decent birthday fic? maybe, maybe not you'll never know yes i was. anyway my internet was trying to fight me all week so it's been a Time trying to finish this on time but it was worth it bc quest beloved deserves a happy birthday and a happy birthday ONLY. if i see any angst today it's on sight. see u next month for xyx gamers. hopefully my internet won't hate me by then lmao.

Quest shifted under the covers, finally waking from a night of comfortable sleep. The curtains were still closed and the room still dim enough that he could have easily fallen back asleep for another hour or two, though his work schedule would certainly hinder those plans. Quest rolled over, eyes closed again as he reached to pull you in close to his chest. Only, as his arm came down on the spot you always slept in, he was met with empty space. The sheets still held the faintest lingering warmth but you were decidedly not there. Quest sat up, the heel of his hand rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes before finding his glasses so that he might discover where you had gone. It wasn't rare for you to wake up first, but you almost always waited until he had woken too. Or, if you had to leave, then you'd at least wake him up with a soft and sleepy kiss goodbye. It was a tradition he felt almost lost without as he rose from the inviting warmth of the bed in search of you. Last night you'd mentioned needing to run a few errands in the morning but would you really have left so early? Or without telling Quest? It wasn't that he disliked you leaving without him knowing, but rather that he would have wanted to go with you.

In the time since you and Quest had moved in together, he dearly treasured any outing you took as a couple; no matter how mundane or boring the task might seem, Quest found it all so incredibly domestic and he adored spending that time with you. As he sleepily explored your shared home, calling out your name in his husky morning voice, Quest began to grow more and more concerned. Realistically, he knew you'd probably just headed out to run some errands but that semblance of logic did little to quell his unease. However, instead of opting to let those thoughts fester, Quest continued with his morning routine and brewed himself a coffee. If anything, it'd serve to wake him up a little and steal away the aching tiredness that still dwelled in his eyes. As he manouevered about the kitchen, Quest's eyes found the calendar that hung beneath the clock on the kitchen wall. His birthday. Every year it came around and still managed to take him by surprise. His birthday was never really an event that Quest waited in anticipation for, particularly in his adult years—he barely even remembered the last time he celebrated it. Though he certainly remembered the gentle scolding you gave him the previous year when he accidentally let slip that it was his birthday. He hadn't hidden the fact intentionally but the thought to share it simply hadn't crossed his mind, a result of his own lacklustre views on the so-called 'special' day.

This was to be his first birthday since moving in together—and also the first one that you were aware of. A thought flashed in Quest's mind that perhaps the reason you'd snuck out so early was because you were planning something for his birthday. Neither one of you had discussed potential plans so Quest naturally assumed the day would pass by fairly uneventfully. It would’ve been nice to celebrate, of course, but he hadn’t dwelled on the thought long enough to consider asking what plans you might want to make. As Quest leaned against the kitchen counter taking his first sip of coffee, he heard the sound of the front door unlocking and you arriving home. Within moments you were in the kitchen, a pleasantly surprised look on your face to see Quest awake and about.

"Hello, you." You hadn't yet shrugged off your coat as you bounced over to Quest, nose tinted pink from the biting chill of the morning air.

Quest slid a mug towards you, prepared exactly how you liked it as you came up beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy birthday, love. Thought you'd still be in bed by the time I got back."

"Not worth having a lie in without you there," Quest hummed, taking another sip of coffee. "Where did you run off to, anyway?"

You spared a quick glance toward the front door of the apartment before noting Quest's poor attempts to hide his avid curiosity. "I was hoping you'd still be asleep so I could make the surprise more exciting but I guess this will do. Go sit on the sofa and close your eyes. And keep 'em closed. No peeking or no present."

"Being with you is enough of a gift for me," Quest teased, his hands reaching for your waist while you playfully tried to push him away.

"You are disgustingly cute sometimes. But also I hate it." Despite your words, you relinquished to Quest's hold on you, relishing in the warmth of his bare chest on your cheek. The two of you stayed there, suspended in time, until the anticipation of seeing Quest's reaction to his birthday gift overcame you. "There's plenty of time for birthday cuddles later. For now, ass on couch and eyes closed."

Quest chuckled, amused by your impatience but he listened to your instruction this time around, planting himself down and closing his eyes. There was a hint of temptation to open an eye just to see how you might react but he decided against it, feeling your eyes scrutising him for a sign of disobedience. Satisifed that he wouldn't sneak a glance, you headed back to the front door where you had left Quest's birthday present—the most important of them anyway. You had some smaller gifts hidden away in your wardrobe but those could wait until later. You had a strong suspicion that Quest might care for this one a little more.

"Okay, open your eyes in 3, 2, 1."

Quest's eyes opened, adjusting to the light once more as he looked for a change in the scenery. At his confusion, you told him to look by his feet. Sniffing the floor by Quest's feet was a small labrador puppy, a bright golden colour as it explored all the new sights and sounds.

"You didn't," Quest said, disbelief and surprise all over his features.

"I did." You grinned at Quest as he reached down to pick up the puppy, now excitedly greeting its new father. "You're always saying how you'd love to get a dog someday so I thought it was about time to grant that wish."

Quest smiled at you as the puppy bounded off to explore the apartment, paws skittering along the floors. His hands sought out yours, fingers intertwining and interlocking as he blinked away the tears that collected in the corners of his eyes. "Have I ever told you that you're a literal angel?"

"Once or twice," you laughed as Quest pulled you onto his lap, arms enveloping your body as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, leaving a smattering of kisses on the skin.

"Well I'll say it again. You're an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"

"None of that," you reprimanded, pulling back from his grasp and taking his face in your hands. "You are deserving of it all. But we should probably go find our new baby. Before they get to your gifts before you can." You moved from your spot in front of Quest, hands finding his as though there were magnets, or a string binding the two of you together; wherever one went, the other was assured to follow no matter the physical distance that may emerge between them. Whatever plans Quest had been expecting, this was so far removed from how he'd thought the day might go. But he could not have felt more loved than in this moment. If Quest could bottle any emotion, it would be this one: pure, unadulterated adoration and appreciation for all that you were. Quest couldn't imagine a life without you in it—didn't want to imagine such an existence. Before he had met you, Quest was merely drifting through life. Sure, he had plenty of nice memories from his time in the server, but he hadn't felt like he was truly living until that fateful day you made your way into his life. Since then, Quest felt as though he was finally seeing in colour, finally experiencing life and all its wonders as they should be experienced. And, as he watched you laughing as the small puppy came bounding into your arms, Quest knew this was the exact brand of happiness that he would never let slip from his grasp. So with all the love in his eyes, he came to your side where he strived to be for as long as he lived.

#blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic quest #blooming panic quest x reader #another birthday comes and goes and the birthday fic tradition continues #i am looking at october and eventual xyx birthday writing #the cycle of dread continues #will i be able to think of an idea and write it or will my brain decide to break and give me nothing #tune in next month to find out #what is creativity what is inspiration who am i what kind of mess is my tumblr #anyway #mars writes

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jjaysontodd · 1 year

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Xyx x reader angst

prompt: “i can’t do this anymore.“

word count: 1k

content warning: none

angst to fluff ( i was gna make it pure angst but i rmbed how much i love this silly fellah)

You knew, you knew how much he hates clingy people. He hates it when people push him to open up. You knew that so well.

So you never asked him to open up, you kept telling yourself “its fine i will wait for him”.

But it was always you talking, always you starting the conversation and him playing along with it.

You were starting feel sick of hearing your own voice. How could anyone even like listening to me when i cant stand my own words?

It was always the same topics, food, video games and what is the next big adventure.

You look at xyx but you never see him.

He talks but never speaks.

He always manages to somehow make sure the mood is always upbeat, like sadness could never exist when he was around.

You sat on his bed with your head hung sadly. You were starting to feel sick and tired of how everything is going. You wanted more of him but you were afraid you would push him away. When did it became a crime to show him how much you love him? Were you being clingy, annoying or even selfish? These thoughts circled around your brain. You kept trying your best to be the partner he wanted. But do you even know who you are anymore?

As you were swamped with depressive thoughts, he walked in merrily. But stopped in his tracks when he saw you depressed.

“doll, is everything alright?” He asked with concern.

You were so tired of eveything, and this was the type of tired that cannot be cured with a nap. You couldnt even open your mouth to reply, the gravity of your feelings weighed you more than you could imagine.

You managed say silent as a whisper “I can’t do this anymore”.

Xyx eyes widened in surprised and he asked again “What?” in a quiet voice.

You looked at him, feeling terrible so you redacted your statement.

“Sorry, it was nothing.” you say quickly, trying wipe the tiredness of your heart with your hands.

“No it wasnt nothing, you said you cant do this anymore! Are you breaking up with me?” He asked with a slow pain forming in his heart.

“Answer me! Did i do something wrong? What is it?” He asked unable to be wait for your reply.

“I love you xyx” you said quietly and he looked taken back and a little calmer.

“But you put a distance between us, it’s always there. Im holding your hands yet i can feel an invisible wall between us. You push me away and i know you do. Maybe you are not comfortable being open with me or you dont want to take this relationship serious. You want to keep it light hearted. But im tired because i feel like im clingy and selfish if i ask more of you. I want to love you more but i always fear my love is suffocating. I know i can be too much, sometimes i wish i can have distance from myself too” You reply with your eyes looking to the floor. This was terribly difficult for you to admit, your insecurities to the person you love the most. You wanted to show your good sides, the best version of yourself.

Upon hearing you speak, xyx felt heart shatter. Thunderstorms brewed in his head. How could he have let you feel this way? Did he say you were clingy? How could his lover think that their love was suffocating? If anything it felt like warm fire engulfing them in a cold night. He sat next you quietly and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry, my love.” With that sentence alone was enough to set you into a sobbing mess. You hugged him back and held his shirt tightly. You didnt want him to leave, not ever.

“I tried- i tried so hard so you would keeping being in love me, but i dont even know who i am anymore” You say in between sobs. He looked into your eyes wiping your tears.

“There, there. I know, i know you try harder than anyone for me. Im sorry i left you feeling like you werent enough. That you think it would be clingy for you to ask me to talk more about myself or that you thought i was playing with you. I am so sorry, doll. I just wanted you to be happy when you were around me so i kept pushing off the more serious matters. I didnt want you to feel sad about my past. I love you enough to be vulnerable with you. I love you more than that too. It was a terrible habit of mine and it made you feel inadequate. I am sorry.” He said sincerly.

“Tell me if you had a bad day, ask me to be there for you. Dont take it all on your own. I dont care if your ‘ruining the moment’ or whatever. If you are sad, i want to know. I feel terrible knowing i was happy when you werent. I want to be there for you” You say with the words getting all choked up in your throat.

“I know, i know doll. I’m sorry, I’ll do better from now. But i could tell you the same thing, please dont try to be perfect for me. You can show me who you are and i will still love you. Love is a choice and i would choose you a million times, no wait a trillion? what was the largest number again? zillionth times.” He says with a chuckle. His joke earned a smile from you.

“What I’m trying to say is, if you want more of me, i will give you more. But you should give me more of you too. I want you to tell me before you get tired like this, okay doll?” He says quietly, looking into your eyes with adoration and warmth.

“Yes” You say before falling into his chest and hugging him back. He thinks you’re adorable when you shy away from his eyes.

#xyx x reader #blooming panic #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic fanfic #xyx angst #xyx x reader angst #xyx x y/n #blooming panic angst #reader x xyx #xyx

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qsphyxias · 2 years

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daisy. spotted. pillow.

if you fetishize mlm/nblm relationships, get the fuck out of here!

synopsis ; pillow fluff, pillow talk? with quest!!

warnings ; cussing, kissing, fluff, the funnies, not very serious, just fluff and fun, unintentional gn reader - i was planning for it to be male but alas

note ; i did a drawing to go with it too! (At the end)

words ; 0.7k +

⊱ ────── {⋅.sunshine - steve lacy.⋅} ────── ⊰

slowly but surely, your eyes were forced open by the harsh rays of sunlight breaking through panned glass from the window, causing you to wake up earlier than you wanted. hissing, you used your forearm to shield your eyes from the light like a certain shallow, yet fashionable vampire. with one arm sticking to your face, you rolled over and felt around on your bed with your other arm, trying to find your favourite daisy-spotted pillow. you let out a noise of surprise, as your palm met with tough skin instead of soft cotton.

"ouch." a gruff yet playful voice erupted from the other side of the bed, causing you to peel the arm covering your eyes away so you could check on quest. "oh! sorry, are you okay?" you rolled to the other side of the bed to coddle your boyfriend, only to have every ounce of guilt disperse from your system as you saw the pillow he clutched so comfortably in his arms. rubbing his cheek against it. tucking his arm underneath it. it felt like you witnessed infidelity.

it was your favourite. daisy-spotted. pillow.

you grimaced at him, frowned, gave him the dirtiest look you have ever given anyone in your entire life. you crossed your arms and bore your eyes into his soul, expecting him to apologize.

quest would be sweating bullets at your stare if he wasn't so infatuated with everything you did; sometimes being loved by this man can have a downside as he doesn't find anything you do, threatening.

for example, that one time quest accidentally crushed your keyboard mouse because he wasn't used to the weight of it. you got mad, because he hadn't told you and tried to blame it on gravity. you called him by his full name, mustering your scariest look on him, and all he did was kiss you in the midst of your rage.

"quest.." your warning voice quickly turned into a childish whine. "i want my pillow back."

for a second, you weren't even sure if he heard you, as he just stared at you with the silliest grin without any indication that he was planning to return your pillow.

"que- hey!" with a gentle and swift movement, quest took the hand that was tucked underneath the pillow and tenderly guided you onto his pillow covered chest. "is this better?" he grinned against your ear, lips brushing against your cheek. you could practically hear the heart emojis in between his words.

with your face flushed, arms tucked between your chest and his, the pillow pathetically stuck between the both of you, you'd say—"...yes." yes. yes, it was better.

quest seemed content with your response, his rough hands happily rubbing up and down your spine seemed to show it. "i'm glad, angel." his silly smile widened, and he kissed your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. closing his eyes to enjoy the lazy morning with you, he whispered, "next time you need a pillow, just ping me."

you groaned, shoving him away, "you really had to ruin the moment like that, huh?" you feigned annoyance, but the laughter bubbling in your throat screwed you over.

"i don't know what you're talking about, that was extremely romantic!" he snorted, stretching his large arms back over to you to bring you back towards him. "yeah, sure, okay, discord mod." your grin grew even wider when quest finally caught you and brought you back in, pillow long forgotten and thrown off the bed. "say what you will, but you fell for this discord mod." he spoke in a matter-of-fact tone, rough hands dropping and landing against the side of your stomach when he leaned over to stare down at you.

"ah, don't remind me of the biggest mistake of my entire adult life. worse than the time i thought peeing in the public pool at the water park was a good idea." you sighed dejectedly, eyes droopy and full of feigned regret. quest laughed hard, so hard that he crumbled up and fell against you, head landing against your chest and causing the entire bed frame to tremble.

the laughter was briefly slowed to a stop with a soft sigh, then followed by a sincere remark. "seriously though. if you need a pillow, i'm always here, angel. okay?"

you smiled knowingly, "okay."

⊱───── ❝ thank you for reading! ❞ ─────⊰

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fuyupeach · 2 years

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a/n: inspired by the need to trace all the scars that adorn quest’s beautiful face

in the very rare in between of free time between work and off time, you lay in bed with your lover, who was definitely sleeping in. you didn’t care much for the time, but if the light coming in from the windows was any indication, it was certainly not 5am. waking up before quest? you could absolutely brag about this a bit if you truly wanted to. however, you were more pleased he was starting to listen to you and give himself more time to rest even when he wasn’t working (not including his very specific workout time of the day).

taking further advantage of this opportunity, you stare at your partner, long thick lashes brushing against his scarred cheeks. his bed ridden hair was adorable, tousled and sticking out in multiple (but perfect to you) random directions. and he called you the angel. his breathing was steady as you scooted closer, his arm a comfortable warmth and weight on your waist. his lips were slightly pouted, and—god, you really couldn’t stop yourself from reaching a hand out and cupping his cheek.

you adjust yourself so you can reach your other hand out to do the same, lightly brushing your thumb against a scar on his eyelid, one hidden well behind his glasses and bangs. you move down to the scar on his jaw, your other hand smoothing over the scar right on his cheekbone. your heart aches a bit imagining the possible ways they could have been made. you use your arms as leverage to kiss each scar you see, a small gasp of surprise leaving you as the same arm around your waist pulls you in even closer.

you open your eyes to be met with the beautiful (you once told him his eyes reminded you of the ice pops you used to eat all the time when you were a child) blue hues of your love’s gaze, a smile tugging at his lips, no doubt mirroring the lovesick expression on your own face.

“hello there, beautiful.” you grin, pressing another kiss to his face, then his forehead.

“mm.” you swear you’d pop if he pulled you in any closer. “g’morning, angel.”

“how do you know it’s morning?” you tease. “looks pretty sunny out to me.”

“you very well could be right.” quest chuckles. “regardless, i could definitely get used to waking up like this more often.”

“i’ll keep that in mind.” you lean forward as quest does, morning kisses pretty much standard between you two; morning breath could never deter it. his lips are so soft as they press against yours, more warmth spreading throughout your body, a grin naturally comes to your face, as your arms wrap around his neck, feeling very content.

“should we get up?” quest breaks away with another laugh, eyes sparkling like the most ethereal of gems.

“mmm…. nah.”

#quest x reader #blooming panic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic fanfic #peach writes

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will-come-a-poet · 1 year

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Hello you wonderful people!

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

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

#blooming panic #blooming panic toasty #blooming panic quest #blooming panuc nakedtoaster #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic nightowl #blooming panic fanwork #blooming panic fanart #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic zine #blooming panic fan zine

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missrosiesworld · 1 year

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Blushing with Love

Nightowl's teasing had always made Elena feel flustered, but in a good way. It was one of the things she loved about him - his ability to make her laugh and feel special, even when he was just being playful.

But tonight, as they lay in bed together, his teasing seemed to have an extra effect on her. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, or the fact that they were finally together in person after months of talking online. Whatever the reason, Elena found herself feeling more self-conscious and flustered than usual.

"Hey, what are you blushing about?" Nightowl asked, his voice low and teasing. He had a way of looking at her that made her feel like he could see straight into her soul, and it made her feel exposed and vulnerable in the best way possible.

Elena tried to play it cool, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "I-I'm not blushing," she stammered, looking down to avoid his gaze.

Nightowl chuckled and leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from hers. "Come on, you can't hide it from me," he said, his voice soft and reassuring. "I can tell when you're flustered."

Elena sighed and gave in, unable to resist the warmth and kindness in his eyes. "It's just that, well, you always know how to make me blush," she admitted, feeling her face grow even warmer.

Nightowl grinned and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, his touch gentle and loving. "That's because I think you're adorable when you're flustered," he said, leaning in to kiss her lightly on the lips.

Elena's face turned an even deeper shade of red, but she couldn't help but smile. "I guess I'll just have to get used to it, then," she said, feeling a sense of contentment wash over her.

"Or you could just let me keep making you blush," Nightowl said, winking playfully.

Elena laughed and rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help but feel happy and loved. She knew that no matter what teasing came her way, Nightowl would always be there to make her feel special and loved. And in that moment, snuggled up in bed with the man she loved, she couldn't think of a better place to be.

#blooming panic #bloomingpanic #blooming panic nightowl #bloomingpanicnightowl #blooming panic fanfic #fanfic #fluff

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covrin-guides · 2 years

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Misguided: Part One

Misguided: A Blooming Panic SMAU - Part One: Tales of the Abandoned

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Tales of the Abandoned

The day that Lady had asked you to go to the abandoned hospital for her Youtube channel had you questioning all your life choices up until this point. Honestly, you weren’t really all that excited about going. Not to say you were afraid, but you’d much rather go with a larger group of people. For safety reasons of course. However, when you asked your roommate June if she wanted to tag along she said she would rather not be the victim of a literal horror movie opening. Not that you could blame her, but this would’ve been about three hundred times less scary if it wasn’t just you and Lady.

You were waiting in your living room for Lady to show up while June was going off on another one of her rants about how amazing the web comic Blooming Panic is. She was recalling all the points that her friend’s podcast made the night before.

“And get this okay,” She turns to you with a screenshot of the comic pulled up on her phone, “Nathanial and Damien get really really close this episode. I feel like the author is hinting at those two deciding they like each other more than Lola.”

You squint at the dialogue on the screen, “Is that what Quest said too?”

“No!” She threw her hands in the air, “That’s the thing, he thinks it is just a coincidence.”

You were about to respond when your phone vibrated with a message from Lady. She was waiting for you outside.

“Argue with him for me on twitter,” You joke as you grab your backpack and a hoodie for the exploration. “I’ll see you later, though. Lady is waiting for me outside.”

“Have fun getting murdered by Jason!” She calls as you approach the door.

“Jason attacked camp counselors.” You shot back as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to Lady’s little red mini cooper and smiled as she was enthusiastically waving at you from the driver’s seat.

“Hello~” She sang as you opened the passenger-side door.

“Good evening.” You grin as you plop down in the seat. “How far away is the horror-hospital you have us going to?”

“Right to business, I see.” She says as she begins pulling out of the parking-lot. “Only about thirty minutes, give or take.”

“How’d you find this place?”

“Looking through the comments on some other youtubers comment section. I saw the address that this one dude commented on the video and was like ‘hey that’s really close to here!’. So I figured we could go.” Lady explained as she drove. “Did you remember to bring a flashlight?”

“Yea I grabbed one, but I don’t know how good the batteries are. So do not leave me alone in there. Like, ever.” You joke. You started actually getting worried about your flashlight, though, so you grabbed it from your bag and tested it.

It turned on immediately, but was flickering and looked pretty dim.

“Next time bring a good flashlight maybe.” Lady laughed as it slowly died.

“That’s if we don’t end up getting sucked into some horror-hospital dimension while we are there.” You grimace.

“Oh, whatever! Where’s your sense of adventure?”

You shrug, but stay silent. Lady turns on whatever CD she has loaded into the player, and you gaze out the window at the passing scenery. After a while, you have entered a more forested area. The space between trees becomes few and far between and the branches overhead have shielded the car (and you) from the rays of the sun. A pit starts to form in your stomach when Lady pulls off the main road onto a side one made of dirt.

“Almost there!” She looks at you and gives you a nervous grin. You try to reply with false enthusiasm, but your voice is lost and your mouth feels dry. You give her a half-hearted thumbs up and closed-mouth smile. Good enough.

The road continues for at least two miles and you’re jostled around from the bumps and divots of the neglected path. Somehow, the tree line becomes thicker and it looks as though the sun has disappeared completely.

“Holy shit.” Lady gasps as the car slows. You turn to look ahead of you and there you can see the hospital coming into view from behind the woods and a sea of vines and rubble.

“It looks like Dracula’s Castle.” You gulp leaning your head down to get a full view of the building.

“It looks like a movie set.” Lady parks the car towards the front doors. She turns off the ignition and turns to you. “You ready?”

You look from her to the abandoned hospital in front of you. “Probably not,” You reply.

“Me either,” She presses her lips into a firm line. “But let’s go ahead anyway.”

You give a short nod and open the car door. The air around the hospital is nearly fifteen degrees colder than it was at your apartment, and you were very glad that you brought that hoodie just in case. Lady follows your example, and when she’s fully out of the vehicle she shivers.

“This place is cold.” She grumbles and shoves her hands into her jacket pockets.

“Don’t complain,” You chuckle and head towards the trunk of her car to help her get her camera and other equipment out. “This is your fault.”

“I can’t control the weather!” She laughs and lifts her own backpack from the trunk.

“Yea but-” You grab her small camera bag and throw it over your shoulder, “You totally control where you film your videos.”

“Oh whatever,” She grins and closes the trunk. “This’ll be fun. I promise!”

You shake your head as you both go to enter the building. The front door is locked or boarded shut from the inside. Either way, you can’t open it. It takes you a while to find a window on the first floor that is big enough to crawl through, but you find it and enter the building.

The inside of the hospital is about as terrifying as you had imagined. Maybe slightly more as you are actually there, it’s dark, and every single movement you make echoes through the hallways.

“I’m really wishing you brought a better flashlight.” Lady groans as she turns hers on and it starts flickering.

“Will the phones not work?” You ask, pulling out your phone.

“Not as well as - like - a real flashlight.” Her’s stops flickering, but it’s still very dim.

“Let’s just get the video over with and get out of here as soon as possible.” You look around, listening to the dripping of water echoing from somewhere in the room. “Not to sound stereotypical, but this place is freaking me out.”

“No you’re right. Alright, let’s set the tripod up right there-” Lady points to a dry spot in front of the window that’s letting in a little light. “-And get ready to film the introduction.”

It takes you all of two seconds to get the camera set up and place yourselves in front of it.

“Hey guys and welcome back to me doing dumb shit for YouTube!” Lady puts on a bright personality as she addresses the camera. “Today I am at the Delorean Hospital out in…”

You zone out during Lady’s introduction. The smile on your face falls as you swear you can hear the engine of a car from somewhere near the hospital. You keep trying to listen, but Lady addresses you.

“Today I brought my good friend, Y/n, along with me! They are super ecstatic to be here, and by super ecstatic I mean absolutely livid that I brought them along.” Lady nudges your arm with her elbow causing you to forget the noise you heard and laugh.

“Well you know what, I have literally never been more excited to leave somewhere in my life.” You joke.

“Anyways-” Lady goes back to addressing the camera and setting up the beginning of her video.

You strain to hear the sound again, but there is relative silence. Apart from the echo of Lady’s voice and the sounds of the woods around you, you can’t hear anything that sounds like it could be from people.

The tension in your shoulder melts away and you tell yourself you were just being dramatic. You turn back to Lady as she approaches the camera to shut it off.

“And scene!” She calls as she presses the record button again to stop the camera. “I think that is good enough. We can just kind of record as we go now.”

“Perfect.” You shiver as a draft blows in from the window. “Let’s get through this place as quickly as possible.”

The two of you put the tripod back in the camera bag and start wandering around the hospital. The hallways were in poor shape, but the surgery rooms were even worse. You weren’t sure how that happened, but half of them had parts of the floor deteriorating and the other half had an inch of standing water in them. The ones with water you avoided like the plague.

Everything had gone fairly smoothly in the terms of recording and not being absolutely terrified. That is, until Lady mentioned trying to find the morgue.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” You ask as you move through another seemingly endless hallway. “Aren’t morgues typically in the basement?”

Lady just looks into the camera, an evil grin on her face, before she looks back at you. “Exactly.”

“Lady,” You groan and the two of you reach the end of the hallway that forks into two different paths. “I do not want to go to the basement-”

You’re cut off by the sound of a large metallic clang coming from somewhere in the hospital.

“What the fu-” Lady starts but another, louder clang rips through the air. You look at each other, faces grim and eyes nearly bulging from their sockets. At the same time, the both of you turn to run down one of the hallways that were on either side of you. You run as hard as you can, nearly slipping a few times due to the wet floors, until you reach an open room that was adjacent to the way you originally came in.

You turn around to see how far Lady is behind you, but she’s nowhere to be seen. You wait a few more minutes, hoping she’ll round the corner and suddenly appear, but nothing. Panicking, you pull out your phone to call her.

She doesn’t answer.

You call three more times, before dread starts to take over your body. As a last resort, you frantically begin texting her to try and get some sort of answer. The first few messages are sent normally, but the last two take longer and need to be sent as a multimedia message.

Tears start to prick at your eyes and you pace around the room. You’re alone and you don’t know where Lady has gone. For all you know, she slipped somewhere and busted her head open and now she’s bleeding out in some mold infested room.

You turn on the flashlight on your phone and try heading back the way you came. Maybe Lady hid somewhere or something. It only takes a few minutes until you’re back at the hallway where you last saw your friend. She wasn’t in any of the rooms you passed so far, and there was no other way to go. You suddenly realize that she probably ran the opposite direction.

Just as you have that thought, you hear a blood-curdling scream come from somewhere down that other hallway. You’re nearly one-hundred percent sure it’s Lady and all of your senses become heightened with adrenaline. In a split-second decision, you drop the camera bag and your own backpack and grab a metal pipe that is laying on the floor beside an empty hospital room.

You take off sprinting down the hallway you heard the scream come from when you can see another opening - similar to the one your hallway opened up into. In that opening you see two fairly tall men dressed in black clothing with backpacks facing away from you. In between them, you can see Lady with an ashen white face and her hand clutching her heart.

You tighten your grip on the pipe, ready to protect Lady from whoever these guys are, and start creeping up behind them. You are nearly a foot away from one with dyed blonde hair and raise the pipe to hit them over the head, when Lady spots you over his shoulder.

“Y/n!” Lady shoves past the two men and rushes towards you for a hug. When she wraps her arms around you, you drop the metal to return the embrace. “Where did you go?” She demands and pulls away.

“Where did YOU go?” You shoot back. “I thought you were following me down the hallway that was leading away from the giant crashing noise.”

She pauses and looks bashful, “I would totally be the first to die in a horror movie, huh?”

“Totally.” You nod and she steps away. As she stands next to you, you can see the two guys that you were ready to jump not even a minute ago. “Who’re they?” You ask and use your chin to gesture in their direction.

“Oh!” Lady smiles, “These two were the noises we heard. They broke down the front door to get in.”

You press your lips together and give them an awkward wave.

“The one on the left is Owl,” She introduces. “And the one beside him is Xyx. They’re also exploring for their YouTube channel.”

“Nice to meet you.” You hold a hand out and Owl is the only one who shakes it. You offer to shake hands with Xyx too, but he just nods his head and gestures towards the pipe laying at your feet.

“Were you going to attack us?” He asks.

You laugh it off as you explain, “I heard my friend scream so I thought y’all were - like - attacking her or something.”

Owl smiles and laughs along with you, but Xyx merely raises his eyebrows. You shy away from his gaze and turn back to Lady.

“Why did you scream?” You ask, “Also where is your fucking phone?!”

“They scared me when I ran into them while I was running away,” She shrugs with a smile. “And I lost my phone somewhere along the way apparently. Where’s all your stuff?”

You use your thumb to gesture behind you down the hall you emerged from, “Dropped it off to come and save you.”

“Aw!” Lady gushes and addresses Owl and Xyx, “Isn’t my friend the sweetest?”

“Considering they were ready to bash our skulls in a minute ago,” Xyx finally gives a smile. It’s lopsided and impish and makes your knees feel like they’re made of jelly. “I’m going to say maybe not the sweetest. The most protective for sure.”

“Ah whatever-” Lady waves her hand to dismiss his words. “Let’s go get our stuff.”

“Alright, it was nice meeting you two.” You start to walk away with Lady when Owl stops you in your tracks.

“We can come with you!” Owl speaks up.

“Are you sure?” You turn to him and ask. “Don’t you have your own stuff to film?”

“If you two are okay with being in the video we can stick together.” Owl is bouncing on the balls of his face with an excited grin adorning his face. “It’ll be like the Scooby-Doo Gang!”

“I’m fine with that!” Lady interjects, equally as excited as Owl. “If you’re okay with being in my video. We were almost done recording anyway so it’ll just be for a little bit.”

“Perfect!” Owl grins and throws an arm around Xyx’s shoulders. “Let’s go!”

Lady leads Owl and Xyx down the hall to look for her phone and the rest of your stuff. You follow closely behind. Owl is talking about nothing and everything all at once, just sort of filling the space with his personality. It’s kind of relieving to have the halls be filled with noise that isn’t the echoing of footsteps or water drips. Owl was making the place feel alive and less murderous.

A few more minutes of walking around, Lady’s phone was found lying beneath an old bed. She was extremely reluctant to get it, but after a bit of encouragement from the group (because no one else was willing to get on the floor and get it for her) she did get it out and cleaned it off with the sleeve of her shirt. Down the hall a bit was the camera bag and your backpack sitting nicely against the wall waiting for your return.

“Alright that’s everything, I think.” You grin as you address the group.

“Nice! Do you mind if I start recording a little bit here and introduce you guys?” Owl asks, already getting his camera ready to record.

“Fine with me,” You shrug, unsure if he would even care if you said no.

He hands the camera off to Xyx. Xyx takes a few steps away from the three of you to get you into frame and starts a countdown.

“3…2…1…” He holds a thumbs up to let Owl know it’s good to go.

“Alright in a turn of events,” Owl immediately starts talking about what happened just five minutes ago and describing how he found us in the hospital.

You try to listen, but can hardly keep your focus on what Owl’s saying about everything. Xyx was barely looking at the screen of the camera, instead you kept catching him watching you over the camera. His green eyes looked piercing and cat-like in the dark light and it made your breath hitch. You could feel your face heating up under his stare, and no matter how much you tried to keep your attention on Owl you were just watching his mouth move and not listening.

“Lady and Y/n were here doing their own exploration video!” Owl announced to the camera with a proud smile, “So if you want to check out what they were doing before we showed up and scared the crap out of them, I will be linking Lady’s video in the description. You guys should definitely check her out!”

You felt your chest swell with happiness for Lady as her entire face lit up at the shout out. She hadn’t been doing YouTube for very long, so her account had a somewhat small following. She also hadn’t made any friends in the same field as her, and you knew it made her feel sort of alone doing what she did.

“Do you have your own channel, Y/n?” Xyx spoke up from behind the camera. You made eye contact with him after he asked and it made butterflies begin to swell in your chest. He had shifted the camera to be on you.

“No,” You chuckle and wave your hands dismissively. “I just tagged along so that Lady wasn’t out here all on her own.”

“You should join my channel and be my cute assistant.” Owl interjects, causing Xyx to center the camera once again. “You can replace Xyx.”

“Har-dee-har-har.” Xyx rolls his eyes, but a smile is evident on his face.

The rest of the video proved to be a lot more fun than you expected. The four of you actually got along really well and were constantly joking around and laughing throughout the night. Owl actually had a lot of information about the hospital in its heyday and was talking about the sorts of things that happened in the hospital before it was inevitably shut down. None of which was exactly positive.

“You googled the history before you came?” Lady asks incredulously.

“Yea! You didn’t? This place is like kind of famous for murders and mistreatment of patients back in the 1890s.” Owl responds, loving the history lesson he’s been giving. Xyx continued filming. “It’s supposed to be super haunted.”

“Haunted?” You repeat; kind of intrigued, kind of terrified.

“Oh yea! I’m gonna be here until it gets really dark to try and get some ghost readings on my equipment.” Owl pulls a black block with varying lights on it. “You guys want to stay and hunt with us?”

You look at Lady whose expression appears equally unnerved as you feel. She shakes her head and you agree.

“No, that's alright.” You reply. “I told my roommate I’d be back by 8, and it’s already 7:45.”

“Aw okay.” Owl puts on an overdramatic frown and you can’t help but giggle. “Maybe I can convince you guys to join me next time for some Ghost Adventures.”

“If you can find a place that doesn’t potentially have thousands of rats living in the wall, I’m in.” You say.

“Deal.” Owl laughs.

You start checking through your backpack and pockets to make sure you aren’t missing anything and look to Lady to let her know you’re ready to go.

“I guess we’ll be off now.” Lady puts her own camera back in its case and Xyx lowers his. “It was really great meeting you two, I’m so glad you weren’t trying to murder us.”

“The bar is literally on the floor, but I’ll take it.” Xyx finally speaks up. “By the way, Lady, I need you to do something for me.”

“Yea what’s up?”

Xyx’s gaze goes from friendly to stern in a second, it throws you completely off guard and you’re watching him with a bated breath.

“You need to delete any footage of me from your camera right now.” His voice is steely cold and serious.

“...what?” You can see her shoulder tense and she tightens her grip on her camera case. “Why?”

“He just has this thing about being in videos,” Owl explains, trying to lighten the mood. Too late for it now, though. The friendly atmosphere between the group has completely disappeared.

“That’s like almost all my footage with you both in it though!” Lady explains, trying to save her content “That’s like half my video.”

“I’m serious. Before you leave, can you delete everything right here.” Xyx is watching her, his cat-like eyes seeming sinister.

Lady looks at you, her eyes are starting to water and you wished you still had that pipe from before to wack Xyx over the head with.

“She can’t cover you with a sticker or anything?” You glare at Xyx, “She has to delete everything?”

“Everything.”

“That’s bullshit!” You defend.

“Y/n…” Lady tries to soothe you.

“No it’s not fair. He gets to keep everything with us in it but-”

“It’s fine!” Lady interrupts and pulls her camera out again. “Seriously, I will delete anything with Xyx and salvage the rest in editing. We are entertaining enough just the two of us.” She’s smiling, but you can tell she’s a little disappointed by having to delete so much footage.

“Whatever.” You turn to scowl at Xyx, but he’s not even sparing you a glance. Instead, he’s watching Lady delete full clips where he is visible. Once he’s satisfied with her work, he steps away from her and nods his head.

“I’m sorry about that.” Xyx states, his tone no longer cold. “It’s just something I have to do.”

“Yea okay.” You scoff, but Lady hits you lightly against the arm.

“It’s alright!” Her face brightens once again. “It wasn’t as much as I thought it would be anyways.”

“One more thing,” Xyx pulls out his phone and holds it towards Lady. “Can you put in your number?” Your eyes widen as you watch her put her number into his phone. Was she really letting him flirt with her?

“What’s this for?” She questions as she hands his phone back to him.

“I’ll text you my email later tonight that way you can send me your video before you post it.” Xyx states and it makes you even angrier than before.

“You’re making her send you the video for approval?!” You cry out, enraged.

“I need to make sure-”

“Yea whatever. Let’s go Lady.” You scowl at him. As you pass Owl, though, you give him a small smile. “I’ll look for your channel later and follow you.”

“It’s called ‘NightOwl’,” He states proudly. “My twitter is linked, too. You should follow me on there and I’ll just get your number later.” He winks after he says that last part and you can barely suppress a flattered giggle.

“See ‘ya NightOwl.” You grin.

You walk out the front doors (which were now open thanks to Owl and Xyx) as Lady is swapping numbers with Owl as well. The red mini cooper is standing out blaringly against the darkness of the night. Parked next to it is a pink Ford Bronco and next to that is a dark, so blue it’s almost black motorcycle.

It didn’t take you long to figure out what belonged to who.

“Alright let’s hit the road!” Lady grins as she unlocks the car and you two start putting all your equipment in the back once again.

“Let’s get out of here.” You sigh and plop into the passenger seat. “June is already blowing up my phone demanding to know where we are.”

“She’s worried about you, it’s cute.” Lady smiles and starts the car.

“You just say that because you think she’s cute.”

“Shut up.”

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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.

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choocokookie · 1 year

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It is impossible to deny how hard your work is… and Toasty watches closely as you arrive each time more tired back home. Because of that, they decided to give you a very unexpected service when you finally came back to his arms. Please, allow them to please you tonight.

cw: explicit nsfw, oral, gn reader, nakedtoaster x reader

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Sometimes, you actually wonder if this job you have is worth all the effort you put into it. You wonder if the bad sleep hours and the terrible eating habits you developed due the lack of time to a decent lunch break. You wonder if Toasty was right after all and maybe you should try to find another one. You never actually liked to work there and the only thing that was making you stay there was the fear of changing, which followed you no matter where you went.

Your face was starting to show the signs of such a lack of care of your own health, and particularly, for your loved one it was a heartbreaking vision. They already had put inside their mind that their words won’t be enough to make you give up from such an exhausting work that slowly drains your soul… but each time you appeared more and more tired day after day of work, their worries about your mental and physical health only increased.

However, this particular day was more than ever clear that the stress that you carried over your shoulders was a bit too much and were driving you to a point of no coming back. Your eye bags were bigger than ever and your whole body only wanted to lay down as fast as possible in the comfort bed that you shared with the one who was able to steal your fragile heart… It was like that at any moment, you would just fall to the floor and lose your own conscience due how overworked you were. And because of noticing that this day had been particularly rough, your boyfriend didn’t think twice before asking you to lay on the bed and spread your legs after you came back from the warm bath, who kindly embraced your skin.

The long haired man sometimes could be considered a bit awkward when the subject was a more intimate touch, however, they truly were a master when the subject was making you squirm with pleasure. Your fingers strongly held the blankets as they kindly stimulated your most sensitive spot, being rewarded with sweet moans you had no shame to allow out of your soft lips, which you bit as a way to repress such a pleasure who was taking control of your senses.

Toasty is glad to say the least… he is glad to see you so closely melting due the provocative touches he left over your body, he is glad to hear all those sweet noises that come out from your mouth. The work his tongue could do was just so good… it was just like you were receiving a sweet dose of some kind of drug and slowly becoming addicted to such a feeling. The passion and effort this lovely person putted over making you feel good was heartwarming, and surely, you were glad to watch your lover working into licking and stimulating with his thin fingers every single part of your genitalia that could make you feel good. You ran your hands over his blond hair, which progressively became purple… and with care, you helped him out, guiding his head through the movements that would be most proper to do to finally drive you to the edge of pleasure.

You had met with their blue eyes who were deeper than their own ocean… and just by that, you already could tell they were pretty much enjoying themself, loving so much to eat you up this way, to taste a bit of what you could offer them. It didn’t take much time for this sensation of ecstasy to start to increase in insane levels, making you bring one of your hands to your mouth, so this way you could suppress all those lewd noises. Your whole body was shaking, which was a green flag to your beloved only to intensify his attempts to drive you completely crazy.

Finally, you reached your limit… you didn’t take much time to finally give in and cum. Gasping for air, you tried your best to recompose yourself after such a night of pleasure… looking for your partner, you couldn’t avoid noticing how red his cheeks were. Softly giggling to yourself, you didn’t think twice before wrapping your own arms around his tall and slim silhouette.

How lucky you were by having someone like him at your side.

#blooming panic x reader #bloomic #blooming panic #nakedtoaster x reader #nakedtoaster #toasty #toasty x reader #blooming panic fanfic

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andheresthething · 1 year

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I Got So Fucking Romantic, I Apologize

Summary: Cute lazy morning (afternoon) with Nightowl.

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

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Notes:

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

Gender-neutral reader for yall :)

I wrote this while listening to my character playlist for him

Reposted from AO3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

“Mmm, I’d have to disagree with you.”

“Incorrect and unfactual statement.”

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

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

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

“Can it be anything?” he said excitedly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nope! I’ve come up with my prize.”

“That would be?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ouch, that one stung.”

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

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

“To the kitchen!” you giggled.

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

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masonscig · 2 years

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boats ‘n’ hoes

pairing | xyx x clover

word count | 2.5k

warnings | swearing, suggestive language (thank u xyx), lots of sappiness and banter

author’s note | so... blooming panic has sucked me in and while i love all the ro’s xyx has infected my mind like a fungi. he’s a fun guy. (boo) i joined the blooming panic server and saw the weekly halloween prompts and knew his bday was coming up, so i wanted to do something for both holidays! anyway, i hope the jokes land and that xyx isn’t ooc <3 xyx is a millennial so he grew up on stepbrothers and ytp i’m sure of it. ty for reading i hope you like it! and a big happy early birthday xyx my fav troll <3

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"Fuck, I'm so glad to be back," Clover grumbles, itching her scalp through the cheap curly wig.

Xyx chuckles, the lock clicking with a flick of his wrist.

"You and me both, doll."

Inside, it's tranquil. A still atmosphere that's only interrupted by Cat's chirpy greetings, her lithe fluffy body winding through the pant legs of their tuxes, leaving a trail of fur in its wake.

"Ah, of course," he says, squatting to scratch Cat behind the ears. "The goblin has to mark its territory. Where's that damn lint roller –"

Before Xyx can stand, Clover's picked up Cat and snuggled her face in its belly fur, muffled kissing noises masked by Xyx's incredulous laughs.

"I'll have you know, these suits were a million dollars and you're already trashing 'em after one night? Naughty, naughty." He takes a step closer and presses a kiss on Cat's nose.

"They were fifteen dollars at an estate sale, Xyx," Clover says, sticking her tongue out at him. "If I don't get Cat cuddles, I'll fucking die right here, right now and I'll change –"

"And you'll change the trajectory of my life forever, yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before, love," Xyx leans in close till their noses are nearly touching. "Nice try."

She stares him down, unwavering, but she can't help but gulp at his proximity – he takes notice and moves closer.

He loves teasing Clover like this – a game of chicken that he always wins. But then again, she's not quite losing, is she?

Clover's eyelids flutter closed, lips parting, waiting for his lips to meet her own –

"Say it."

She cracks one eye open and frowns. His grin stretches even wider now that he knows he's won.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" She whispers, gulping again. "I concede."

"Mmm. Legal talk. Very sexy of you," he murmurs, finally granting her a kiss.

It's short and sweet and definitely a distraction, because he uses the moment to his advantage. Snatching the pile of fur from her hands, Xyx slings Cat around his shoulders, holding her legs like constraints on an amusement park ride.

"You're the one who made up the damn rules." Clover rips the wig off, sighing in relief at her scalp finally being able to breathe.

Tugging her hair tie out, she rakes her fingers through the sweaty black tangles, wincing when she snags a knot.

"Augh. How are you not drenched with sweat –" She pauses, caught off guard by how adoringly he's watching her.

"What?"

He blinks himself out of it, shrugging a shoulder.

"I dunno, you're just – you're really fucking pretty, Clove. I can't help but stare," he says with complete sincerity.

She can't hold back the startled laugh that rips out of her. After three-and-a-half years of dating, two moves (one international, one into a house they'd purchased together), and two years of being roomies, you'd think that Clover would have gotten over this feeling, but she truly hasn't. The honeymoon stage feelings haven't faded.

Her cheeks still warm when he teases her. Her breath still wavers between kisses. Her heart still flutters when he enters a room and greets her with his favorite pet name.

Maybe she'll never grow out of it. She's not quite sure if she wants to.

"And you look handsome as hell in that monkey suit," she flirts with a wink as soon as she recovers.

He lifts a brow and slides Cat's wriggling body back off his shoulders and onto the sofa below.

"You cannot convince me that that old man was swagless," he argues, tugging his own curly wig off. "Sauceless, maybe. Swagless? No way in hell."

They'd argued extensively late one night about the distinction between swag and sauce – Xyx, the champion arguer, had a surprising amount to say (and sources, too). In the end, she conceded,

"Nah, you're right," Clover sighs, plopping down on the comfy plush cushions, leaning back to scratch Cat's head. "No one with a collection of Garfield memorabilia could possibly be a loser."

When he joins her, she kicks her shoes off and scoots down to settle her head in his lap.

"I meant that seriously, by the way."

"I know you did, baby. You know how close I was to enabling you to buy 'em out?"

He holds his fingers in front of her face, pinched so close together that the tips nearly touch.

"Then you shoulda enabled me. You're supposed to be the devil on my shoulder, babe," she retorts, nipping gently at the tip of his finger.

"Don't give me rabies right before Halloween," he teases, opting to squish her cheeks till her lips pout.

"Aw, what? You don't like my gift?" She asks, words garbled.

She can barely get the joke out before he kisses her again.

They settle in, conversation fading naturally as they rest their bones after a night full of shenanigans.

The Halloween party they'd gone to was huge – a big ole classy masquerade ball and somehow they'd failed to get the memo. The most likely reason being that maybe Xyx deliberately left out the details because he thought it'd be infinitely funnier to pretend he misread the invite.

Either way, it was a grown up vibe, and they... fell short in that regard. The formal tuxes fit, yes, but neither the synthetic curly wigs nor the bright colored Air Jordan's matched the theme.

Thankfully, there was at least a dance floor they could find some solace in. It was a much better alternative to bouncing between hushed conversations about their work weeks with a dry martini in hand.

"Can you believe no one clocked our costume?" She asks incredulously, curling an arm under her cheek as Xyx plays with her hair.

He massages her scalp with deft fingers, running his nails from top to bottom as delicately as he can manage.

She hums in response, already zoning out of the conversation she'd just kickstarted.

"It's a damn shame," he chuckles. "You think they'd still be lost if you sang Ave Maria and I went buckwild on a drum set? Maybe with a few 'boats 'n' hoes' sprinkled in?"

"Why am I the one singing in this scenario?"

"'Cause you have such an angelic voice."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," she laughs, slapping his knee with a free hand.

Anyone who's ever had the displeasure of hearing Clover knows that she's atrocious, but that's never stopped her before. Xyx loves the fact that she can't carry a tune – it's his favorite flaw.

"Oh my god – that one lady –" Clover says between giggles.

In hindsight, she gets the mistake. But it doesn't stop it from being funny.

In a rare moment of socializing, they were stopped by a lady who was easily twenty years their senior. She was eager to stop them, finger pointed at their outfits in excited realization.

"'Oh goodness me, what a genius costume!'" Xyx says in his best old lady accent.

"Stop – stop – I'm gonna pee –" She rolls on her back and tries to clamp a hand over his mouth, but he grabs it, lacing their fingers together instead.

"'Aren't you...'" He trails off with a smirk, kissing the back of her hand.

Clover yelps when he tickles her, ear splitting cackle ripping from her as she flails helplessly. Cat zooms up the stairs without as much as a glance back, leaving her to her own devices.

"Cat, you're supposed to distract, not run –"

Xyx pins Clover's wrists down, closing the gap till he's an inch away from her face. He tries the accent again but can't get through one word without breaking.

It's his turn to lose it – he chuckles into her neck, nose grazing the skin of her jaw. His laugh warms her insides like a hearty soup on the coldest day.

His laugh is a genuine sound that skips across the air like a smooth rock on a lake's surface, melodically bubbling out of him like the tune she could never carry.

Moments like these remind Clover of why she was so drawn to Xyx in the first place all those years ago.

From their first video chat, she could tell that he was different than he let on. That beneath the surface-level mask he presented to the group, he wanted to be vulnerable, even if he could never admit it.

She was drawn to him because of his laugh, and the promise it held. The promise that (maybe, possibly) one day she would make him laugh so much that he'd begin to open up to her. And one day he would trust her.

"'Aren't you... Jules? From Pulp Fiction?'"

Her muscles are already sore enough from dancing the night away, but coupled with Xyx's tickling and his horrible impression, she's gasping trying to keep her stomach from cramping more than it already is.

"Fuck – why did – she think we were – both Jules?" She manages between giggles.

He finally pulls back, shaking his head in disbelief.

"She thought we both decided that Jules squared was better than the main duo because fuck John Travolta I guess."

"Which is infinitely funnier than job-interview-sequence Brennan and Dale," she points out, looping her arms around his neck to pull herself up.

He kisses her nose and ruffles her hair.

"Sometimes our cringe is only meant for us, doll, and that's okay."

"Okay, but, she saw two brown-skinned people and thought they were the same character instead of a couples costume, which is questionable. They should assume we're, I dunno, Bob Ross at the Met Gala first or something, but no. Also, why in the world would he wear Air Jordans if he was running around killing people? These are expensive –"

He's staring again.

"What now?" She waggles a brow at him.

"I love it when you ramble."

"You need to start interjecting, loud mouth."

"Nah, I'm bein' serious. I could listen to you talk for days."

"Says you, X. My little server siren."

He visibly gags and falls over in a pretend death, limbs twitching for full effect.

"Somehow that's worse than ‘kitten’."

She sticks her tongue out at him and excuses herself to go to the bathroom, instead sneaking her way to the kitchen.

Clover quietly rustles around, stealthily creeping from drawer to drawer while she attempts to get everything ready without being heard.

When she returns, he's somehow stripped his tux off and slipped on a pair of shorts, comfortably reclining on the sofa while watching a YouTube Poop on full blast. He won’t accept that he’s a certified iPad kid at home – he argues that videos are funnier when they’re breaking his phone speakers.

She balances the small cake on one palm while cradling Cat under her other armpit – she prays that its little birthday hat doesn't fall over.

When she starts singing, Xyx turns towards the sound, emerald gaze burning as bright as his birthday candle.

"Haaaaappy birthday to youse –" she sings, mustering up her worst Italian mafioso impression.

"Ow, ow, Cat –"

Cat’s nails are firmly sunk into Clover's forearm, but thankfully Xyx springs into action and grabs his child from her arms.

"How did she manage to claw me through a tux sleeve?" She hisses in pain, about to resume her worst rendition yet, before noticing how hypnotized he is by Cat's cuteness.

"Where did you get this little hat?" He practically cooes the question, snapping a bunch of selfies before letting Cat free.

"If I tell you, do you promise to come blow your candle out?"

Strapping the little birthday hat to his head, he strides over, slipping his hands under the cake with an amused grin.

"Wait – let me –"

She digs through her tux lapels and fishes out her phone, snapping a few pics of shirtless, matted-haired Xyx cheesing it up behind his tiny little cake.

His blush is very faint under the flame, but he's clearly both flustered and flattered by the surprise.

"Perfect." She gestures at him to blow it out with a flick of her hand.

"Watch this sick maneuver." He furrows his brows like he's prepping for a deadlift, then licks his fingers and pinches the wick.

He winces in pain, but plays it off with a wink.

"Need me to get the ice pack?"

"That'd be a dream, doll."

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Groaning, she chews the last bite of Ube cake she can handle. Their plate clangs onto the coffee table, forks rattling against the ceramic that's been nearly licked clean.

Clover abandoned her tux, too, sprawling on the couch half naked in one of Xyx's old tees, legs tangled with his own.

"Cheeky," he grinned at the "I <3 MILFs" message screen printed on the front.

She curls closer to his large frame, humming when he tugs his arm tighter around her shoulders and presses a kiss to her temple.

"Remind me why I thought splitting a whole cake was a good idea?"

"Your guess is as good as mine, love," he says, voice strained.

For a moment she thinks maybe something's wrong, but as soon as she tips her chin up, he burps in her face.

"Ugh – you didn't even warn me –" she whines, fanning the small space between them.

"You're gonna scold the birthday boy on his birthday?" He gasps, feigning innocence.

"Not in..." She slaps the remote, checking the time on the TV. "Fifteen minutes."

"Then consider it a trick."

"I'm assuming that means you'll be giving me a treat soon?"

Xyx grips her chin gently between two fingers and presses a kiss, deep and longing, on her parted lips.

"Now that's a dangerous question to be asking, doll, especially when you look like this," He all but purrs, heavy-lidded gaze working overtime to make her swoon.

He pulls back with a chuckle, leaving her in a daze like always.

"In all seriousness... uh, thank you. Tonight might've been the best birthday I've ever had."

Clover blinks. "Babe, we were rock climbing in Thailand this time last year."

"I know, I know. That was a great trip, don't get me wrong, but... I..." He trails off, rolling his lips together in concentration.

"Every year is better and better because of you."

Her heart swells, thumping against her ribcage as if it's begging for Xyx to reach out and hold it with the same tenderness of his words. She opts instead to get as close as possible, throwing her arms around his neck, wrapping every limb she can around him.

"Goddammit, I love you so much," Clover whispers into his ear, the faint smell of sweat and his expensive citrus shampoo.

"I'd be lying if I didn't say I love you more," he whispers back, squeezing her tighter.

From the way her cheeks burn, it looks as though she'll be honeymooning for a while longer.

"It's terrible how much I let you get away with because of that mouth of yours. I've already forgiven you for burping in my face, you flirt."

"I'm not flirting, I'm being sincere. Let me be sincere," he pouts with a chuckle.

"Alright, okay." She nuzzles her nose into his neck, kisses his skin (relishes in the way he shivers as she does).

They settle in on the sofa, watching old streams till they're both half asleep.

Sometime after midnight, Clover checks her phone. "Oh! It's tomorrow. Happy birthday again, X."

"And a Happy Halloween to us, doll."

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hear me out here. street racer bloomic au. they're all on rival teams but in a fun and friendly way like 'we compete and take it seriously but also let's go grab a drink after this, yeah?' kinda vibe. and mc is part of one of said rival teams, one of their best drivers in fact, but their rivalry with xyx is something else. he's all relaxed flirting and grating remarks and it infuriates them to no end. ESPECIALLY if he beats them. and maybe tonight's another race night and they make a bet. what's the bet you ask? read to find out teehee. expect fast cars and drifting. like fast and furious but maybe not bc i've never seen those films. we're going xyx for this one but don't tempt me because i WILL write these for all of them if left unmonitored. anyway enjoy going vroom vroom racing with xyx and maybe falling in love along the way.

Rolling vibrations of car engines reverberated throughout the pit. A generic bass beat could be heard accompanying the sounds of people prepping for the various races of the night. Three sets of racers were to compete for the coveted cash prizes hanging over their heads, along with the burning need to uphold one's reputation as an esteemed driver. The network of racers wasn't small by any means, but they were a closed group of individuals striving for an outlet under the cover of night, expelling the pent up frustrations and stresses of their daily lives. To spend their nights basking in adrenaline soaked energy, all their problems becoming nothing but a faded memory as their minds honed in on the one thing they cared about. Winning. It was their therapy. A method for them all to exalt whatever ailed them alongside other like-minded individuals who craved an escape from the real world. As such, many friendships were formed even between rival teams. It was commonplace for opposing racers to go from a state of dedicated racing to blissfully sharing a drink of two with their opponents. Such was the nature of street racing; on the road they were rivals but the moment the engines cut out they were a tight knit unit, a family some might say.

That rang true for the majority of racers you'd met. Most were perfectly pleasant and enjoyable people to be around, competitive streaks included. However the one shining exception was Xyx, a racer from another team who was sickeningly one of the best drivers in the entire pit along with yourself. And, even worse, he knew it. He carried himself with all the airs and graces of someone who knew exactly how good they were. While for many his demeanour posed as a signifier of his confidence, to you he just looked full of himself—high on the praise that dissolved into his skin from all directions. Part of you couldn't blame him, after all he was very skilled and had undoubtedly earned all of his wins. But the way he would catch your eye from across the pit, running his tongue over his teeth and showing off the piercing that he never attempted to hide as he very obviously examined your body from head to toe had annoyance teeming through your entire body. Xyx didn't bother to hide his intrigue despite how much you rejected his advances or expressed your immense dislike for him. He would never overstep too far, but his shameless flirting saw no end. And it was infuriatingly distracting.

Before a race, all you wanted to do was check your car was in full working order and sit on the hood as you let all the sensations wash over you. The smell of smoke and asphalt; the sounds of people shouting over the music, barking orders for spare parts or placing their bets on who was going to win; the slight nip in the air from the late hour, setting your skin alight with anticipation—it was exactly what you needed to keep your head focused and the straying thoughts at bay. But, of course, a certain someone had other plans.

"Looking lonely over here tonight, doll," his deep timbre thrummed far too close to your ear for your liking. Xyx stood mere inches from you, leather jacket sitting on his shoulders, a loose white t-shirt beneath it that had a neckline so low it barely constituted as a shirt anymore, a layering of necklaces sitting on his exposed chest, tendrils of a tattoo peeking from his collarbone. His black jeans had an array of rips and holes, leading down to the heavy black boots he wore. This was Xyx's usual uniform in the pits, any other attire rare for him save for the occasional pair of old, worn sneakers. As much as you disliked the sight of him, you couldn't deny that he looked good. And he knew it, too, which only spurred that dislike further.

"And you thought I'd want you disturbing my peace?" You reply, barely giving Xyx a side glance as he leaned a hand on the roof of your car.

"You wound me. And after I join you out of the kindness of my heart? Truly a viper's tongue you have."

With an exasperated grimace, you moving off the hood of your car, walking toward your teammates' shared space in search of a water bottle. It was a feeble excuse to get away from Xyx rather than a necessary task, especially considering there was nothing and no one stopping him from following after you. And, to no one's surprise, he did just that.

"Thirsty? I've been known to have that effect," Xyx remarked, watching with a wicked grin as you drank, staring at him with complete and utter disinterest.

"Don't flatter yourself," you offered, screwing the lid back onto the bottle. "You know, for a man who has to follow after someone just for a sliver of attention, you're awfully cocky aren't you?"

"What can I say? I like a challenge. And you, my love, are my favourite one."

Eyeing Xyx with typical annoyance, an idea struck your mind. If Xyx loved a challenge so much, then why not propose one to him? Why not put your racing prowess to the test against one of the best in the business? If it meant you could bring him down a peg or two in the process, it'd bruise his ego just enough to hopefully have him leave you be even if only for a little while. Surely being the competitive man he was, Xyx would never turn down a bet. Folding your arms across your chest, you turned to Xyx with a playful smile.

"Whatever you're about to ask, the answer is yes," Xyx said before you could even open your mouth to propose the question. When you blanched at his eager reply, he laughed. "Call me keen but that look on your face is devastating, doll. You underestimate yourself."

It took a moment to regain your composure, fighting off the urge to give up and walk away to find one of your teammates to get rid of Xyx. But a determination to see this through without backing down had you wrangling that drive to . "First off, calm it. Desperate isn't a good look. Second, I was going to propose a small wager between you and I."

"Oh? Do tell me more," Xyx replied, mirroring your stance as he took a step closer with intrigue. There was a relaxed ease in the way he stood, a haughty smugness rolling off his shoulders as he tilted his head, waiting for you to continue. Something about Xyx tonight had you even more on edge than usual—the slight raise of his eyebrow, piercing glinting under the neon lights of the pit and the lazed smile with which he watched you, appraising each and every movement in your features. He was ruthless. Without even uttering a single word Xyx managed to crawl under your skin and reside there for as long as he deemed fit.

"Tonight's race. A rather big one, wouldn't you say?" You start, holding Xyx's gaze with a determination only he could bring out in you. An unspoken competition of who would back down first, admitting defeat and relinquishing to the other doing so. When Xyx graced you with a courteous nod, you let yourself continue on. "Well, since there's so many eyes on us tonight, how about a little bet? You win and I'll agree to go on a date. But if I win then you stop racing for a month. Practices and such are fine, but all competitive races are off the table."

Without a moment's hesitation, Xyx held out a hand to shake on the deal. "You're on. But before we sadly part ways, tell me, do you prefer Italian or Japanese food? Got to make notes before that date, you know?"

Huffing a sigh, you turned to make for your car. Trust Xyx to believe without a shred of doubt that he could beat you. One day that arrogance would be his undoing, and, if you played your cards right, that day could be today. It wasn't an unreasonable goal considering you'd beaten him numerous times in the past, though you couldn't deny the tinge of concern that come the end of the night you'd have a date to look forward to—or, more realistically, dread. Over the buzz of chatter, victory shouts could be heard as the penultimate race of the night came to a close, leaving its victor basking in the glory of their triumph. It also signalled the oncoming start to your own chance at achieving the same exhilarating rush that came with winning a race. Nothing could beat the thrill of racing under the fusion of the moonlight and what remnants of the distant city lights could reach the secluded spot that housed the makeshift racetrack. It wasn't anything fancy, but there was no better addition to the atmosphere than the thin clouds of dust that trailed corners behind drifting cars. It was truly a rush unlike any other.

A call came from the centre of the pit, announcing the oncoming start to the final race of the night. Glancing around at your opponents getting into their cars, you caught eyes with Xyx who simply blew a kiss, winking as he climbed into his lime green car. It only made sense his car would stand out against the typical sleek black and white cars most racers opted for. As you pulled up to the starting line, your car directly next to Xyx's, he wiggled his fingers in a teasing wave. His signature leather gloves were taunting in the warm lights, the black material stopping just short of the knuckles of his fingers and drawing attention to the cracked black polish decorating his nails. Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as you pulled your eyes away from him with hands tight on your steering wheel as you stared at the road ahead, face contorted in a concentrated scowl. There was no chance you were giving Xyx an easy win. If he wanted to play the cocky racing connoisseur then you'd just have to match his energy.

Music surged, the bass thrumming in your hands as you stretched your neck awaiting the signal for the race to start. Five cars were lined up, In a matter of seconds, the anticipation was shattered as cars burst into action. Foot slamming hard on the pedal, you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins, eyes blazing with an intense focus. All of your senses honed in on the road ahead of you as though the entire world fell away and all that existed was this very moment. Thoughts of the other cars edging closer or creeping ahead weren't important. Sure, the wager with Xyx lingered in the echoing corners of your mind but it had been reduced to nothing more than a passing concern. The drive to win was nothing compared to the rushing thrill that racing brought. Results never mattered in these moments, even in the face of bets and challenges. All you cared about was how light you felt. There was something magical in the way every hardship and cause of your building stress faded away, the energy once spent on suppressing that tension now released in the tight grip on your steering wheel, the feet on the pedals, and the thundering of your heart in your chest. This. This was what you lived for. Onlookers watched from their vantage points, eyes glued to the blur of colour racing past. Even the crowd was electrified with the overflowing energy radiating from each racer, an all-encompassing vitality that sparked irreverent joy just by existing at this exact place in this exact moment in time.

Minutes that felt like seconds passed, the sounds of car engines and tires the only soundtrack now playing in your ears as you neared the finishing line. During races it was easy to focus so much you were left entirely unaware as to your competitor's positions, but your wager with Xyx had kept some portion of your brain alert enough to keep an eye out for his offensively bright car. You'd passed him not long ago, but the empty space behind you was no guarantee of your victory just yet. In fact, as you turned a corner a revving engine came surging behind you and, just your luck, it belonged to the very lime green car you had been thinking of. Under the dark night sky you couldn't make out Xyx's expression, but the thought of him grinning was enough to spur you on, that determination rising once more as you leaned into the turn. But no matter how much of yourself you poured into each movement of your steering wheel, Xyx continued to creep closer until his car was directly beside yours. Despite every instinct in you screaming how awful an idea it was to steal a glance, you just couldn't help yourself. As much as you despised the thought of it, Xyx was a magnet commanding your attention. It was only a split second, but even the most minute of moments was enough of a distraction to cost someone their win. And, as though he'd sensed your lapse in concentration, Xyx surged forward just far enough that as the finish line approached ever closer, it became increasingly more apparent that you had lost this battle. And as your car came to a stop, pent up tension and frustration overtaking every rational thought, your hand hit the side of the steering wheel. What made it worse is you couldn't even be too angry at Xyx. It was you who'd faltered, after all. Though you weren't going to let him gloat without fighting back considering he had been the very reason you'd had a lapse in concentration. Seeing him striding over, ignoring the clamour of excitement has his teammates and friends congratulated him, you rolled down your window with a grimace. Xyx wasn't going to let you live this down at all.

"Well," Xyx started, leaning his elbows on the open window of your car door. "Looks like someone owes me a date, don't they?"

You were practically seething. So close. So close to getting Xyx off your back but right at the last minute he'd taken the victory right from under your nose. And here he was, all smiles and smug laughter as he bathed in the outpouring of praise from his competitors while you came to terms with what the loss meant for you. Of course his first course of action after crossing that finish line was to come gloat, too.

"Can't complain, doll. You proposed the bet, not me." Xyx held his hands at either side of his head in his innocence. As much as you didn't like to think about it, he was right. You had been the one to bring up the wager and set the winning conditions so it was only right that you followed through with it. Climbing out of your car, shouts of commotion could be heard coming from the crowds though there was no deciphering exactly what they were shouting about. Amongst the noise, Xyx was stood far closer than you'd expected, a hand all but ghosting on your waist as the other came to rest on the now open car door. His eyes were fixated on your face, trailing over every feature that lay before his eyes though he kept falling back to your lips; subtlety was not one of Xyx's strong suits.

"Look, if you really want to kiss me so bad why don't you just grow a pair and do it?" As soon as the words left you, surprise filtered not only Xyx's features, but yours too. Had you really just told him to kiss you?

"There was me thinking I'd have to work even harder to get that date, and now you'd begging for me to kiss you? Who's the desperate one now, doll?" Xyx leaned ever closer, nose brushing yours as you felt his breath on your face.

"I'd hardly call that begging. More of a...light suggestion."

Xyx chuckled, fingers cupping your chin as he moved to close that impossibly small gap between your lips and his. "Always in denial, aren't you? Would it hurt to admit that you like me?"

Fire lighting in your eyes, you grabbed at Xyx's shirt and pulled him to you, lips crashing in the commotion surrounding you. Despite your past efforts, there was little that you could do to catch Xyx off guard, but with that singular move he was entirely and irrevocably wrapped around your finger. It only took him a second or two to react, one hand on your waist as the other tangled in your hair. There was no concern for whoever could be witnessing the display, neither caring who might see or what they might say. And once Xyx pulled back with lidded eyes gazing at you, a man who had finally satiated a deep held desire that he'd harboured for far longer than he cared to admit, he smiled. It wasn't anything teasing or mocking. This was something else entirely. And it wasn't terribly maddening either. For once, it elicited a matching smile from you. One that lingered on your lips despite your best efforts to conceal those innermost emotions you'd pushed far down for a lot longer than even you had known.

"So," Xyx started, swiping his tongue over his lips. "About that date you owe me."

#blooming panic #blooming panic xyx #blooming panic fanfic #blooming panic x reader #blooming panic xyx fanfic #blooming panic xyx x reader #street racer au so good so tasty many many thoughts #don't talk to me for too long about this bc i WILL brainrot at you #RACING BRRR VROOM VROOM NYOOOOOM #yes i also made a playlist just for this fic #anna writes

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