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First kiss

Blooming panic love interest unknowingly stealing your first kiss

Gender-neutral

It was your first night with Nightowl, you got off the plane just 2 hours ago and just arrived in his apartment mere minutes ago.

“And this is my room, get comfy, mi casa su casa, go ahead and wait on the bed I'll be back.”

He tried to rush off but froze when you spoke.

“Wait! Where are you going?”

He smiles at you while sort of bouncing up and down.

“Restroom, been holding it in since you got here.”

“You weirdo, go! Go!”

He rushes off and you take this time to look around, you'd seen part of his room before but now you were here, it all was so real. You didn't want to snoop around so you just got on the bed, sitting crisscrossed to not take up as much space. You checked your phone, sent a photo to the server, it blew up with excitement for the two of you, but your attention was stolen by the sound of running. You look up and watch as Nightowl runs into the room and onto the bed. His arms land on either side of you and you're surprised his face didn't crash into yours.

“Hi!!”

“You have a lot of energy?”

“I'm surprised you noticed. I'm just so happy and excited you're here!”

He grabs your hands and holds them.

“Like you're really here, I'm touching you... I can kiss you!!! I can kiss your forehead!”

He kisses your forehead.

“Your cheeks!”

He does so.

“Your perfect nose!”

He kisses your nose then goes quiet. Your eyes lock as he lowers his face a little.

“Your lips.”

He leans in slowly before kissing you, closing his eyes as he relaxes into the kiss. He smiles against your lips before pulling away. When he opens his eyes he sees your shocked face, he gives you space, watching as your hand slowly traces your lips.

“That was my first kiss.”

You say softly not expecting Nightowl to freak out.

“What?!? Me-I-reall-”

You tried your best to catch him as he fell off his bed.

“OUCH!”

You lean over the bed to look at him and help him up. Once you are both on the bed he starts again.

“Were you serious, or were you teasing me, cause it worked pretty well if that’s the case.”

Nightowl rubs the back of his head, trying to ease the pain as he awkwardly chuckles.

“I was being serious.”

You whisper.

“But what about your past partners?”

“They never wanted to... at least that's what I concluded.”

“Well your wrong, cause there's no way a person would be able to date you without the need to kiss you.”

“Need?”

“Yes need, you’re just, your so cute, and understanding and sweet and-”

“I get it.”

“I don't think you do cutie!”

You had spent the past few days with Quest. It was great, you went on dates and he spoiled you so much, he never stopped complimenting you. You were so happy to be in person with him, to be able to touch him, hold his hand but you weren't sure he felt the same. He didn't avoid or retreat when you tried to touch him but he never initiated it. You wondered if he was uncomfortable or just didn't like your image but both answers felt wrong, so you decided the best way to figure it out was to talk to him.

You walk through the door to Quest home, he walks in right behind you. He's quick to take his jacket off and hang it up before he moves to takes your’s. He's done this every time you walk inside somewhere, he says it's an important part of being a gentleman and a good boyfriend. While he works on that you bring up the lack of touch.

“Um, Quest?”

“Yes Angel?”

“Why do you never touch me, like hold my hand and stuff?”

“I do.”

“Well yeah, but why don't you ever start it?”

You turned to face him as he sighs.

“I didn't think you'd catch on so fast.”

“Do I make you uncomfortable? Or do you not like the way I look? I know I probably look different then what I looked like on the camera but I-”

“It’s nothing like that angel. You're perfect to me. It's more about me. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or pressure you into anything. I know my stature isn't the most …inviting. So I want to make sure you're always comfortable, allowing you to take the lead.”

You step closer taking his hand.

“I'm always comfortable around you. I want you to feel like you can do what you want.”

“I want to kiss you.”

Your face heats up.

“Then do it.”

He wraps his arm around your hips pulling you closer as he leans in, he can feel your breathing pattern change.

“I don't have to, if y-”

You cut him off with your lips , not patient enough to wait. He quickly stops talking and starts kissing you, properly. The kiss starts desperate but slowly decreases to a slow passionate kiss, you don't break apart till the kiss is so slow it can't be considered a kiss. When you do pull away you chuckle.

“That was pretty good for a first kiss.”

“First kiss?”

You can see the questioning look on Quests face.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that. I hope it's ok.”

You let your head fall, avoid eye contact with Quest. But when you finish your sentence you feel a large hand on your chin, you allow him to lift your head, your eyes meet his again.

“It's perfectly fine. I'm proud to be your first kiss. And second.”

He leans into you, kissing you again.

You and Toaster had planned the whole week before you fell over, they tried to clear their schedule as much as possible, but he still had one meeting he couldn't skip, or bring you. It took place the second day, so you had settled in a little, but you were still impatient and uncomfortable staying in his apartment alone. You watched the clock as you waited, he was supposed to be back an hour ago, you were a little worried. Your worries rushed away when you heard the keys in the door, you reacted quickly as you got up to greet him. When the door opened, Toaster walked in , his face barely visible through the bags of grocery he was carrying. You tried to help but when you tried they stopped you with a kiss, like it was normal, like a couples routine.

“I've got it, just- close the door for me.”

You silently did as you were asked, too shocked to respond. You slowly walk over to the kitchen where Toaster is putting stuff away, you start to help. Toaster felt a little guilty for being out a little longer than planned, so they try to explain.

“I felt bad about last night, I normally eat take out - I know it’s not great but- uh anyways I got groceries so we don't have to eat take out the whole time you're here.”

You stay silent, causing Toaster to question if you were listening. He looks at you, watching as you slowly remove items from a bag.

“Hey, you ok?”

“Oh -oh yeah, just- y'know…”

“No sweetie, I don't.”

“Well you just took my first kiss.”

“Oh, I guess you're right- I didn't realize we hadn’t kissed yet, it just felt natural- wait your first?”

“Yeah.”

You mutter nervously, watching as your partner’s face goes from light pink to bright red.

“What?! I'm so sorry, I should have, ugh”

You laugh at how flustered he got, watching as he drops and catches the items he was putting away.

“Why are you laughing?! You- ugg”

They take a deep breath trying to gain composure, but their face stays red as he speaks slightly calmer.

“This isn't funny, I wish I'd known, I would have tried hard or made it more-i don't know - romantic”

You moved close to him, lightly taking their hand in yours.

“It was romantic, you said it was natural, it was like we were living together. I loved it”

Your voice is low, Toaster barely picks it up but when he does his face gets even brighter.

Almost every time you were on video with Xyx he would say something about your lips, and when you bought a ticket to visit him it only got worse. He would always say how he couldn't wait to kiss you, how he bet your lips tasted delicious. Most memorable was the night before you were scheduled to fly over.

“Less than 24 hours till those lips are mine.”

He teases for the millionth time this month.

“My lips are already yours.”

You weren't trying to tease him but your sentence made him blush and choke up, you loved those few moments when you were able to fluster him, you wonder if it would look cuter in person. You also wondered if you should tell him it would be your first kiss. You were a little nervous about it, you wanted him to be your first kiss but you felt a little wrong not telling him. Though you felt that as soon as he learned you were not as experienced as him, he wouldn't want you anymore.

The day came, you dragged your suitcase behind you as you walked to the pick-up area, looking for Xyx. You spotted him, it was hard to miss as he was speed walking toward you with a grin on his lips. He was quick and yet still soft, one arm wrapping around you and resting on your lower back, his other hand moved to hold the back of your head, and before you knew it he was kissing you. His hands gripped a little tighter as he practically dipped you while your lips stayed interlocked. It was clear how much he had wanted this, you're sure the people around you knew it too, especially when a few bystanders wooed at you too. When Xyx’s had enough, of the wooing, not the kiss, he pulls away, that grin back on his lips, as he looks over your flustered state.

“You good doll?”

His teasing voice whispers, a small chuckle follows his question, knowing that you were not good. He laughed even hard when your eyes widened and stayed silent.

“God, you- you look like you've never been kissed.”

He laughs waiting for a response, and eggs you on when you don't answer.

“Oh, is my poor doll too flustered to talk?”

“I haven't.”

His laughing dies down a little.

“I'm sorry what, I need you to speak a little louder.”

“I haven't been kissed before.”

He laughs a little before leaning into your ear and whispering.

“That's even better.”

He takes a side glance at your fluster, worried face before speaking again his tone a little less teasing.

“Don't be embarrassed, I'm a great teacher.”

He pulls away as you freak out a little more.

“Wait- what? What is that supposed to mean?”

He grabs your luggage and starts to walk away, you try to catch up to him while also trying to get an answer from him.

“Xyx!”

You whine still far behind him.

“Hurry up, the longer you take the more the taxi cost.”

“Taxi? What about your bike?”

“Well with all this stuff you bought I couldn't use it. I mean really how much of this is necessary?”

“I'm staying for two weeks!”

“And? I have a washer y’know?”

The two of you fake bicker all the way to the taxi. But when you get in the taxi it stops as Xyx kisses you as soon as you sit down.

“Lesson one, kissing in front of a crowd is kind of lame.”

“You kissed me in a crowd.”

“Yeah but I’m not lame so it cancels out.”

My writers block is only cured if im writing blooming panic so send in blooming panic request or ideas. Angst, fluff, drama, au, just gimme them

Please

i love quest

Not me tearing up while writing a request. i love soft quest ugggggggg

im definitely getting carried away

You asked for ideas and I have a suggestion, a pet that normally doesn’t like other people but they almost immediately adore your Blooming Panic SO. Going up to them, letting them pet them, etc

I loved doing this, got a little carried away.

theirs a small part that mentions of past animal abuse, neglect, and dog fights. I used red words to indicate where it begins and ends. It's nothing graphic but I don't want to trigger anyone. let me know if I miss any triggers, spelling, or grammatical errors.

Gender-neutral reader/mc

Enjoy!! I also added a reference at the end for what I think the pets look like!!

After graduating and getting a job Nightowl decided he need more space

He had multiple reasons to move, he was pretty far from his new job, he'd wanted a pet companion since he was little and his current apartment did not allow it. And he realized that he wanted to live with you, and his small college apartment was not fit for two people.

He thought it be perfect, you had quit your job and was visiting Nightowl almost all summer, and of his knowledge, there was no reason for you to go back when you could get a job here and live with him.

But he wanted to get settled in before freaking you out, so getting a pet came first

He did a lot of research to find a puppy but it was a lot harder than he thought until he got a message from an old classmate, a photo of a litter of labs, Nightowl didn't even wait a second before asking if they were for sale, lucky they were and Nightowl got a chocolate lab puppy which he fittingly named Coco.

You had been to Nightowl's old apartment before, you'd even been in his new one to help pack but recently he was afraid to invite you over and it started to make you wonder.

“How's is the unpacking going?”

“Oh, it's going great! Always better with your help!”

He tries to sweet-talk you before he recalls something.

“It's mostly Coco. Whenever I do something he starts chewing it up and throwing things left and right. He doesn't seem to like the change of new things. And I know I should be a little mad but, he's just so cute. I took a photo when he got into my socks.”

Nightowl pulls out his phone to show you the adorable photo of his new chocolate lab. You'd seen the puppy before but only on calls.

“No, I totally get it, how could someone get mad at that face.”

“Thank you for agreeing, I was starting to worry I wasn't being a strict enough dad.”

You use your fingers to zoom in on Coco’s face.

“I can't wait to see this face in person, a little mad it hasn't happened yet.”

You joke as Nightowl pockets his phone.

“Yeah…about that, he doesn't like people. It's not like an aggressive thing but when I bring anyone over, he stays in a corner and glares and if anyone other than me gets within 5 feet of him he growls.”

Nightowl pauses looking at you to see if you had anything to say, he knows that he talks a lot and often forgets to let others speak. When he realizes you are content with just listening he continues.

“I would love it if the two of you met but I don't want to scare him anymore and I don't want to disappoint you.”

“Look at you, all papa mode.”

You joke before taking his hand and changing your tone, you could tell Nightowl was genuinely concerned.

“And I'd love to meet him if you're ok with that, but if it makes you feel better I promise I'll back off as soon as Coco becomes distressed. And even though I think it obvious, you won't disappoint me.”

“Ok.”

Nightowl gives in.

“What?! Really!? When!? I mean it doesn't have to be now but I did leave stuff in your apartment before I left…”

Nightowl agreed, so after your short coffee date, the two of you walked back to his apartment. When he gets to his door he pauses.

“Just, don't get too excited, cause I don't want to disp-

“It'll be fine babe.”

You kiss his cheek and rest your hand on his, the two of you open the door together. You immediately started to search the area for Coco. Nightowl realizes this and laughs.

“Sorry, um I knew you were coming back for your stuff so I made sure Coco was in a different room, just in case.”

That's when you hear scratching, you turn your head to the Nightowl's room, you can see the shadow of tiny paws under the door, then two when the scratching continence, must be Coco or a ghost, you were hoping it was Coco.

“He must have to go outside, we were gone a little longer than I planned

Nightowl opens the door, leaning down to catch his pup when he runs up to him, but he doesn't. Coco bolts straight to you as the Nightowl fumbles to stop him, only a little afraid Coco will bite you. But instead, the chocolate lab tries to climb you, not getting any higher than a foot. You lean down to pick up the puppy.

“This ok?”

You ask, not wanting to disrespect the Nightowl or Coco. Night owl nods and smiles as getting closer to you. You finish picking up the little dog and holding it near your chest. The puppy is trying relentlessly to lick your face.

“I guess I had nothing to worry about.”

“Duh, of course, all dogs love me, I'm just so special.”

You joke

“You are.”

Nightowl responds, totally serious before leaning in to kiss you, pulling away when Coco barks. Nightowl doesn't tell you this until you've agreed to move in with him, but he was so relieved that Coco liked you because if Coco didn't like you it would ruin his whole plan to ask you to move in. Nightowl takes a quick photo of his two cuties and changes it as his phone’s background.

Quest has a pitbull

Cause I said so

But seriously he does and here's why

Both are big, loyal, adorable, and often misjudged on looks …and my favorite

It wasn't really a decision Quest made or planned, he had been apartment searching for a while, not many people wanted to house someone with a record but he had his hopes up about his most recent one. Over the few weeks of applying, viewing, and being interviewed for one apartment Quest I realized something. It was a lot more space than he'd ever had to himself, he knew that it would be hard. He knew the size and silence would bother him, make it hard for him to heal. He was even considering pulling out, looking for somewhere smaller. He walked to the apartment building as the rain poured, he decided to move on to try and find a new one and had to let the owner know. As he walked, his hair and clothes soaked and dripping, he saw her. He had seen her before, she was always in the alley between a coffee shop and an antique store, she often had a small cup of water, he'd assumed one of the coffee shops was responsible for the water, given the logo. Most times Quest would just walk by, ignoring the dog, he knew he wouldn't be able to leave the poor thing if he looked her in the eyes. He always wanted a dog, but everywhere he lived didn't allow them. The first time he saw her he had to tell himself

Someone else will help it. You can't care for it now. The homeless shelter doesn't even allow dogs.

But today he stopped. He squatted down, held out his hand out to the dog, and waited. He stayed in this position for at least 5 minutes, he watched through dripping bangs as the dog slowly approached him. He smiled when the dog sniffed his hand, he stayed still as the dog lowered its head. Quest cautiously turned his hand and rested it on her head, waiting before petting her. As she got closer and closer, as he continued to pet her he dreamed. He dreamed about the apartment building 2 blocks down, what a life would be like there with this sweetheart, the space wouldn't be just his but theirs.

Trigger warning:Covered in wet dog hair, Quest went into both stores, asking about the dog. He learned that she was originally for sale, but after the buyer got no calls he left her here, she was covered in bite marks and gashes, pretty obviously abused, and most likely forced into dog fights.(End of tw) The coffee shop explained that no one there could take her in, nor the antique shop, but they tried their best to feed her. When Quest heard about her past he couldn't help but feel like he was meant to help the dog, so he left his number with both shops, explaining that he was getting an apartment soon and he'd love to take her in. Luckily the apartments allowed dogs, including “aggressive “ breeds, and he was able to take her in, naming her Rain. The coffee shop loves her and Quest, they often give Quest coffee in the house along with a pup cup.

Sorry I got carried away, now for you meeting her.

Quest hadn't told you about rain, he was slightly afraid you would judge her past and breed, even if he knew that wasn't you. He thought it was fine until you bought a ticket to visit him. He tried to tell you but it never felt like the right time, and now the two of you are outside his apartment building. You were super excited to get inside and rest, walking ahead of Quest as he tried to talk to you.

“So, I've been trying to tell you something-”

He was interrupted by one of his neighbors.

“Afternoon Quest, how are you?”

“Im great Ms. Opal I-”

He's cut off again when the older lady sees you.

“Oh, and who is this? Oh is this the person you're always texting? And they're finally here, how cute.”

“Yes…”

Quest blushes lightly.

“Um, their here for the week so you'll have time to chat if you'd like but n-”

Once again the lady interrupts him.

“How fantastic. Oh but what about rain, poor things, always running away from people. Will she be fine?”

“Rain?”

You question, you never heard Quest speak of a Rain.

“His sweet dog, she's so sweet when she gets to know you but that takes months, she's almost as shy as her dad, not wanting to open up to new people.”

Quest tried to talk but before even getting a word out he was cut off.

“Oh my, I'm gonna miss the birds! See you love bird later!”

The lady leaves in a rush out the door laughing at her joke. You turn to quest, his head bowed in shame.

“You have a dog?”

“Yeah… I was trying to tell you but, it's hard to get the words out, especially with Ms.Opal.”

You laugh a little.

“Other than the constant interrupting, why was it hard? It's a dog, it's not like you have another partner.”

“I know but, I just don't like the words, I think it stupid when I have to tell people and they respond in horror or worry for my safety. Or worse they think we belong together because-”

He pauses not wanting to say the words, you rub his back, letting him know you're here and listening.

“We’re both aggressive.”

His voice is low. You roll your eyes, annoyed that quiet is treated that way.

“Sounds like a bunch of idiots. Ms.Opal seems to think your dog is sweet, and she's met the dog so listen to her, not the people who assume things based on breed.”

Quest feels a little stupid thinking you'd judge his dog, feeling a lot better after hearing you say that. He's now fueled with excitement for you to meet rain. The two of you hurry up the stairs to his apartment. He tells you more about her.

“She's a pit bull, that where most people get the idea she's aggressive, but she really is the sweetest thing I've met.”

“Even sweeter than me?”

“Way sweeter!”

The two of you laugh as you arrive at his door, his excitement dialed down just slightly.

“Ms.Opal wasn't lying though, it takes a lot of time for her to be comfortable around new people, she’s … people weren't the best to her.”

Quest decided he'd tell you more later, not wanting to ruin this moment. He opens the door, putting a finger against his lips. You stayed quiet as you entered the apartment. Quest calls for the dog and whistles, you then hear the slow pitter-patter of the dog's feet. You watch as the dog rounds the corner, her body wiggling with her tail as she gets closer to the quest. She leans her body against his legs as he pets her, you watch as Quest smiles and praises the dog. You watch as the dog freezes for a second when it sees you, you let your hand hang near her face, not too close but if she wanted to she had access to smell you. She stopped wiggling and sniffed your hand, after a few seconds she started wiggling again, moving from Quest to you, putting her body against you as you pet her. You hear as Quest lets out a relieved sigh than a laugh.

“This is insane, that's the fastest she's ever warmed up to someone, even me.”

He laughs even more incredibly relieved that he wouldn't have to separate you from her for the week.

Later that night Quest tells you more about rain, her past, how he got her, why he named her that, the coffee shop. You make him promise that he'll take you and rain to the coffee shop in the morning, he feels at peace knowing the two most important souls in his life get along.

Nakedtoaster likes to support local businesses including a nearby cat cafe.

It was one of his favorite places outside of his own home, he also thought that it was a great business.

The owners were always kind and almost always working as hard as the employees, they hired people who struggled to get jobs previously, whether because of a disability,discrimination, or if they have a criminal record. The cats and kittens were up for adoption and raged ages along with backgrounds.

They mainly loved this place because no matter how packed it got it was always a calming atmosphere.

Though he was never a cat person, he enjoyed watching the kittens chase each other. The older the cats slept, the more he started to understand people who liked cats. This was his downfall.

He started to frequent the cafe, and one kitten started to frequent his lap. Every time he sat down at the cafe a kitten would jump up and sleep in their laps.

After weeks of this they started to feel bad that the kitten wasn't adopted, he had seen way, he was prone to biting and scratching the other quest, but the kitten never scratched him so they took it upon themselves to adopt the kitten, it was so calming to him anyways.

Wrong.

Toasty soon realized the kitten was a rascal, running, jumping everywhere, knocking down one thing after the other. And though he found it annoying he loved the little thing.

You knocked on the door, looked down at your phone trying to make sure it was the right apartment. You heard fumbling and someone whispered a string of curse words. That's when you knew you had the right door. You waited patiently for Toasty to open the door, when he did it was only a sliver. You could tell they were frantic and unprepared, his hand playing with his hair as he looked behind the door.

“Are you gonna let your partner in?”

You teased smiling as he fumbles and blushes.

“Oh yeah sorry.”

He opens the door wider for you, you follow their eyes to one of the rooms, a closed door. He quickly closes the door.

“Welcome… sorry I haven't had time to clean up.”

“That's okay… so… can I see the kitten?”

“Wow is that all you came here for?”

“Yes.”

Your tone was serious but Toasty could tell it was a joke, making him laugh.

“Oh, I see how it is. “

They stayed quiet, looking back at the door again before speaking again.

“I don't think that's a great idea, he's kind of violent, not bad but you're also the first person he's met since I got him. “

“You don't think I can take a little scratch?”

You ask him, hoping to raise the likelihood you'll get to see the kitten. Success.

“Ok, but I warned you.”

He turns around ready to go open the door that his kitten is kept in, only to see the door open. Toasty rushes over to the room and searches it for the little cat.

“Uggg, be careful, he's probably out there, plotting his next move”

“You make him sound like a video game boss.”

“Everything in my life is a video game boss.”

When Toaster emerges from the room they see you holding their little boy.

“You exaggerated, he's so calm. I don't know what you were worried about.”

You tell him as you pet the kitten in your arms. Toasty moves closer to you as they accuse that kitten.

“You little, you're trying to deceive them, I know your true colors.”

They started laughing, knowing they just said something silly, they also blush. When he finishes laughing he stands up, moving to pet the cat, only to be hissed at. Shocked, Toasty looks at you.

“Did he just hiss at me? Oh, he must like you.”

He directs his attention to the kitten.

“Trying to steal my sweetheart? I know they are special but they're mine.”

Toaster is back to accusing the kitten again.

“What did you call him?”

That's when Toaster realizes he let the name slip. As soon as he got the kitten he named it oven, thinking it was fitting based on his fur and they thought it was funny Toaster and oven. But when the server asked the kitten's name, the Toaster decided it best to tell no one, knowing that all would tease him.

“Nothing.”

They lie.

“No! You called him oven! You named him oven! That's so cute!”

You start laughing at the matching names.

“Yeah yeah, it's a good name ok. He has the colors of an oven and I go by a Toaster so it's… it's a good name”

“I totally agree, I bet the server will too.”

You set Oven down as you reach for your phone as Toaster tries to stop you.

I mean it's Cat, not much backstory is needed.

I do think Cat isn't big on new people.

Cat has social anxiety.

Mostly based on my own cat but because they're scared of people Cat hides really well when people are around.

Like Xyx cant even find them, and it's his house.

You arrive at Xyx’s house. Still, a little rattled from the ride on Xyx motorcycle, even if it wasn't your first time on a bike, it was the first time you rode with Xyx and boy was he reckless, but as he told you.

“I’ll be careful, need to be when I got this special cargo.”

It made you laugh at the time but know you wished you would have seriously told him to be careful.

You made your way inside, taking a seat on the couch, as you were told.

“So where's Cat?”

“Hell if I know, that little troll is probably in the walls”

Xyx moves around his kitchen to get you a drink as he continues, his voice softens a tone

“Cats aren't the biggest human fan, I mean I'm not either, but that little thing can't stand us. They always hide if anyone other than me enters this house.”

You listen as you spot a fluffy tail movie behind the chair next to the couch. Not wanting to make the cat uncomfortable, you don't do anything other than watch, you watch as the cat gets closer to you, you watch as its hind legs bend and jump right into your lap. You snicker under your breath as you respond.

“You sure about that?”

“I’d bet my bike on it.”

Xyx makes his way into the living room with a glass for you, not yet seeing the fluffy creature in your lap. He leans over the couch to hand you your drink.

“Her-”

He freezes upon seeing Cat in your lap

“Your bike? I guess I wouldn't mind a souvenir.”

You laugh as Xyx rushes over to examine Cat, making sure it's not a hologram or something. He's genuinely surprised Cat is in your lap.

“They really just cost me my damn bike. First my house now my bike, it really is a troll.”

Xyx move to sit next to you on the couch before leaning into your ear

“I don't blame it, I'd jump straight to your lap too.”

Coming up

First, I love these requests and I wish they'd keep coming. Second, I thought I'd share what's coming up for blooming panic fics

Yandere HC & short stories with LI's

Learning a new skill with the LI"s

How the LI's deal with long-distance relationship

LI's with a lawyer Mc/reader

I'm filled with so much joy when people request from me so don't be afraid to request something/s. The same goes for rebloging and commenting, the smile I get when I see people enjoy my stuff is embarrassing.

BP Yandere Hc

Tw: yandere related things, nothing graphic. Mild drugging( just to put you asleep nothing more), manipulation, isolation, mind games.

Out of all the others, Nightowl is the most obvious but that doesn't mean much. Nightowl is smart, he plans ahead of his plans as soon as he realizes you're meant to be his.

The only moments he slips up is when he's drunk or jealous, and at worst both.

Though when he sobers up he's easily able to throw your worries away, letting his plan flow well.

When you flew over for his graduation he was excited to start the fun part of the plan, making you his.

You were currently searching for your ticket home. You were starting to feel dumb for only getting a physical ticket, and not saving any of your flight login information.

“Have you found anything yet?”

You yell hoping your boyfriend was having better luck than you were.

“No, I'm not seeing it, I'm moving on to the kitchen.”

While you were searching your bags for the ticket, Nightowl was searching the small living room he had and now the kitchen. You moved to search your smaller bag for the third time, letting the frustration take over you dump everything out on the bed, letting out an aggressive sign. You search the contents and give up, it's not here, you let your head fall onto the bed, letting out another grunt. You can hear Nightowl shuffling around in the kitchen, you hear it stop, you know he's coming to check on you but you keep your head down.

“Cutie?”

You don't answer as he approaches, resting his hand on your back.

“Hey. don't give up, there's still…”

He looks at the clock on his watch, you have 3 hours, but all the other clocks say you've got one.

“An hour before the plane leaves!”

“I have no ticket Nightowl, and it takes at least 30 minutes from here to the airport, and then there's customs. I'll never make it.”

He's slightly disappointed by how angry you are, you should be happy to spend more time with him. He pushes it down as he coos at you.

“It's ok.”

He pulls you into his arms.

“It'll be fine, it's one day. Just relax, you've been so stressed, take this time to rest. I'll help you get a new ticket tomorrow. Ok?”

“Okay.”

Your voice is faint.

“Let me make you some tea.”

He helps you up and leads you to the living room, seating you down on the couch as he moves to make you tea, with a little more than a splash of NyQuil, just so you'll be asleep long enough to miss the plane. When you are asleep Nightowl resets all the clocks to the accurate time,

You had almost spent a month living with Nightowl, and though you loved him, you needed to leave, something was wrong. Every ticket you bought online, or paper, would disappear. You really wanted to trust Nightowl but he was always asking where the ticket was, and if you moved it he would get, almost angry. So you bought a ticket without his knowledge, packed your bag and got ready to leave. You sign the note before heading out when the door opens. You stood there, bags and suitcases ready to go, and Nightowl blocking your way, holding the groceries he went out to buy.

“What's this?

“I'm leaving.”

“You don't have a ticket.”

Nightowl closes the door, locking it.

“Yes, I do. Why'd you lock the door?”

“There's been reports of thieves around here recently,”

You don't believe him but you let it slide.

“I've got to go Nightowl, I've been here a month, my employers are threatening to fire me. I'm surprised it hasn't happened yet, theve been so understanding.”

“A month, I can't believe it’s been that long.”

Nightowl tries to avoid the topic.

“Nightowl.”

Your head is hung low, your voice quiet, dangerous. Nightowl doesn't dare respond.

“Why am I still here?”

“You never have your tic-”

“Why?”

“Well, we're both pretty clumsy and-I mean I misplace things all the time I thi-”

You raise your voice but not your head.

“I'VE LOST 3 PAPER TICKETS AND 3 ONLINE ONES, YOU INT MISPLACE THAT MANY TICKETS.”

“Wow calm down, relax cutie. Let me make you some tea.”

“TEA?”

Your voice drops.

“Tea? The tea that tastes like cherry medicine? That makes me sleep for hours?” “What? Why didn't you tell me it did that? I honestly had no clue that was what it tasted like, or that it was causing you to sleep, I can buy a different kin-”

You wanted to trust him, but you need to know if he was lying.

“Dump the groceries.”

“What?”

“DO IT!”

You lift your head as you yell at him, his voice was calm but when you saw his eyes you could see how angry he was, his face a scowl. You watch as he dumps the bags. The first thing you spot was flavorless NyQuil.

“What's that for?”

“For colds.”

His voice is no longer hiding his anger, he knows that his eyes gave him away, so he let his cold voice out.

“Flavorless?”

He decided to give up altogether. Taking a step toward you.

“I knew you were catching on to the tea, the cherry flavor was too much, so I fixed my plan accordingly.”

“Plan?”

“So you haven't figured it out completely?”

He takes another step, shoving the groceries out of his way.

“I planned this, all of it, I thought I'd be able to make you stay long enough you decide you wanted to stay.”

“Well I don't.”

You move to leave but Nightowl grabs your arm.

“And if you didn't want to, I’d make you.”

He was inches away from your face, now close up you could see how terrifying he was. You wanted it to stop. You started to hope this was a joke, you started to laugh, nervously.

“I get it, it's funny.”

You were met with silence and a stare, this isn't a joke.

“Nightowl, please, I don't, I don't like this.”

“Well, it's not a joke cutie. You're staying here, as long as I want you to.”

Quest doesn't necessarily realize what's going on.

At first, it's just love, he adores you.

But eventually, he getting these thoughts , obsessive ones, wanting to keep you, wishing you'd stop talking to others. He shakes his head trying to stop the thoughts.

He thinks he has it under control, that it's fine, he'd never act on it.

That till he actually sees you, in person, he holds you, he won't let you go, he won't lose you.

It's the morning of your flight, you wake up in Quest's arms, you look at his sleeping face. He looks so at peace like he's never been happier. You wish you could stay longer than this morning, but your flight leaves at two and you haven't even packed. You kiss Quest's face, hoping to wake him up in a sweet way, it works.

“Morning angel.”

His voice is so low and gravely as he wakes, it makes you want to snuggle closer, so you do, Quest squeezing you a little tighter in response.

“Morning.”

Quest's eyes stay close as he talks.

“I love this.”

“Me too.”

“I could wake up like this, every day.”

When you hear it you hear a wishful statement.

“I could wake up to this, every day.”

Quest says it again, this time it's a realization. He realizes not much stops him from keeping you. But you still hear it as a wish.

“Yeah, I could too.”

He squeezed you tighter. You decide to rest a little longer, he's just so warm. When you wake it's only a few hours till your flight, you try to get out of your boyfriend's arms, already running late, you realize you can't, so you try and wake him.

“Quest, baby, I need up, I'm late.”

He slowly wakes up, keeping his eyes closed.

“No.”

You laugh at the pout your boyfriend gives.

“Seriously, I need to go. I know it's hard but I can't stay here forever.”

“Why?”

You blush, wondering if he was already suggesting moving in with him. You loved him, and this time but you weren't ready for that.

“Because I can't, my life isn't here, nor is my job.”

Quest stays quiet, you thought he was going to give in but then his arms tighten, you can barely breathe.

“Quest?”

No response.

“Babe?”

Once again no response, limited time, and limited air make you panic as you try to wiggle free.

“Quest, please, i-”

You run out of breath for a second.

“I'm-”

You stop yourself, you don't want to say it, you don't want to hurt him. You close your eyes trying to struggle out more. When you open your eyes you notice his eyes are open too, and they're filled with disappointment? Angry? Frustration? Whatever it is, it is strong, and terrifying as he says the word you dared not to say.

“Scared?”

You don't want to but that look and voice make you tear up as you nod. You watch as Quest thinks. He realizes that if you're already scared, there is no point stopping now. He looks you in your eyes as his voice softens.

“You won't be leaving.”

Then he adjusts himself, making sure that you're unable to escape, he drifts back to sleep, loving that you'll always be there when he wakes.

The strange thing about Nakedtoaster is that he doesn't need you to be with him the whole time, he just needs you to be alone.

Sure they'd love it if you were always around him and him only, but he's also content with keeping you away from everyone else.

As he researched more about the author of blooming panic and the server, Toaster was able to hack part of the system, they were pretty proud about it, till it was reverted. He wondered why, but not for long, as Bloombot was quick to introduce themselves to Toasty. Warning them, telling him to stop digging. Toasty figured it out as soon as Bloombot showed itself, so Toasty struck a deal with Bloombot. They'd keep Bloombot’s secrets and wouldn't mess with most of the code but he wanted to help with something. Bloombot agreed to help and allow Toaster to do as he pleased, to keep you isolated from others.

They worked together making it so only you and Toaster could see your messages, making it so they controlled who you talked to, what discussion you were a part of, and keeping you from voice chats.

It was barely two weeks in and you started to realize something was off. Whenever you were added to a new discussion you were kicked immediately, whenever you tried to add to the discussion you were ignored, if you tried to join a voice chat your “internet” went out. The only time this wasn't true was when it was only Toaster. You thought they were an honest person so you asked him if he knew anything. They logged off. You were confused, maybe they were busy, something came up. You even start to consider that you were exaggerating or imagining it, and then you were tagged in general. Switching chats to read what they wanted.

Quest:

I'm really starting to worry about @ u/n

It's been weeks since they've been online

Weeks? You'd been on almost every day for the past few weeks, you participated in the discussion. You thought they were just being assholes, ignoring you, maybe playing a prank. The discussion blows up with concern. You try to add on, telling them you are here, that you don't like this prank, but nothing changes.

Quest:

@Nakedtoaster, you've gotten close with them, do you know anything?

You wait, and soon enough toaster logs back on. You immediately jump to your and his individual discussion, you spam their at till they respond.

U/n:

What's going on?

Nakedtoaster:

There being asses

U/n:

What do you mean?

Naked toaster:

A while ago they all made a plan to ignore you till you decide to leave the server

I know

it's terrible

U/n:

That doesn't sound like them

Nakedtoaster:

Trust me, I've known them longer

This is what they’re really like

This isn't the first time they've done this

You don't reply for a while so Toaster continues.

Nakedtoaster:

Here, see they just ignore your messages

Attached is a screenshot of the other discussion, the words you typed were on the screen but everyone ignored them.

Nakedtoaster:

I know its

Horrible

I tried to change their minds but

It was them versus me

If I was you I’d just leave

U/n:

But what about you

You are one of the few people I've connected to in a while

I don't want to lose that

Toaster smiles at their screen, it was working

Nakedtoaster:

Give me your number

U/n:

You know that won't work

Nakedtoaster:

Just

Just try it once more

You type it out and hit send, astounded when your message isn't deleted. Even more surprised when your phone buzzes.

"Hey sweetheart, it's Nakedtoaster."

You respond.

"I can't believe that worked, we can talk out of the chat now, without the censors!"

"I know, this is the best thing that happened to us. You should leave the server now. It doesn't serve you anymore."

For a long time Toaster stares at his screen waiting, and waiting for the words ‘U/n has left the server’ to appear on his screen. They wait and wait, and when they can't wait anymore he types a message.

"Just do it, they’re no good for you."

You look at the message, all the hesitate in your body leaves as you leave the server. Unaware of the confusion and worry you caused every member other than Nakedtoaster.

The first part of his plan was executed, soon in the next few weeks, Toaster would convince you that everyone, other than himself was against you and that he was the only safe person, the only one you could trust.

I think this one might be a little controversial but it's what I think he’d be like as a yandere.

I think Xyx is okay with you interacting with others, as long as he's there.

He's also not secretive about what he's doing, he has a lot of power and doesn't need to hide what he's doing, he also likes the cat and mouse game you try to play.

As soon as he had you in his house he revealed his plan. Told you how you would only ever leave this house with him by your side, how no one would ever believe you. How you should just accept that you're his.

Xyx had picked you up from the airport. You were ecstatic, till it all started to go downhill. The first thing was when he left your suitcase at the airport after you said it wouldn't fit on his bike.

“You don't need it anyway.”

You were ready to yell at him as he started his bike and drove you to his home. You tried to start the fight when you got inside his home but he shut you up quick.

“I told you, you don't need whatever was in that suitcase. Everything you need is here, and if it's not I can get it for you.”

“What are you saying Xyx? My ticket was in that bag, are you going to buy me another one?”

“No.”

“But you sai-”

“I know what I said doll. You don't need that ticket. You won't be going back.”

“You aren't making sense Xyx.”

“You live here now.”

“What?”

“You're going to live here until I get bored of you. You are going to be my living doll, doll.”

“No, I'm not, this is, this is insane.”

You start to head to the door, trying to leave.

“That won't work.”

You jiggle the door, it's locked, you move to the windows, they don't open. You turn around facing Xyx, he’s blocking the doorway, smirk on his face.

“Just give up. I've got the money, I've got the connections, I've got the acting skill to fool everyone and anyone. You're mine, and no matter what you do, you will always be mine. Now let's have dinner, my love.”

He turns his body leaving the doorway open, you think about running and finding a backdoor, but then you see his face. He's daring you to do that, he wants to see you run and fail, he likes this. You give in, slowly walking over to him and into the dining area, and sitting down at the table.

“Perfect.”

Heyoo! For some BP LI ideas how about: you and the BP LIs trying a class on a sport/skill and how that would work out and which class would it be? Or maybe how did you guys cope while you two were on long-distance (did you guys send each other packages? Letters? Mainly calls? Etc?)

I hope you have a good day!

I'm going to post a separate post with how I think the LI's handle long-distance but for now, have this.

The BP LI's taking classes with you.

(it's a little ooc for most of them but I had fun so I don't care that much.)

Sewing lessons

I don't have a story for how or why this happens but the two of you take a sewing class

It is obvious (to me) that Nightowl is a creative guy, along with fashionable.

So I wouldn't be surprised if one day he had the urge to learn how to alter his own clothes.

So he found a class that teaches sewing, embroidery, stitching, and all that stuff, and he invited you, cause he has dependency problems so much love for you.

You had to admit, Nightowl was doing a lot better than you. You weren't doing badly but, you were behind him, which isn't saying much, he was ahead of the rest of the class too but it made you want to know what he was doing. You were currently working on making two shirts, one, your boyfriend was working on a secret project, he wouldn't even tell you what he was working on, no matter how much you begged. You tried to figure out what he was doing, but your attention was drawn to the strange noise the sewing machine was making. You looked at it and saw how some of the fabric got bunched and sewed together, unintended. You let out a groan of frustration, grabbing Nightowl’s attention.

“Cutie, you can't look away!”

He was sure to use a caring voice.

“I'm relieved this is all that happened, you could have stitched your hand.”

“Sorry.”

“It's okay, I'll help fix it!”

He says softly, kissing your cheek as he moves close to the machine. As he fixes the shirt you lean back on, trying to take a better look at what he's doing, you see soft fabric cut out in a pattern you assume is not random but looks random to you. You ponder when the pattern means, where the pieces go. You notice the fabric he was just working on, he was embroidering something, an image, words, you try to decipher what it might be but before you realize what it is your vision is blocked.

“There you go, I reset the thread for you to- hey!”

“What?”

“You were spying on my super top-secret FBI assigned project!”

Nightowl spreads his arms trying to block your vision even more.

“Was that just a diversion? How dare you!”

Nightowl fakes a betrayed voice.

“I thought I could trust you.”

You roll your eyes as you get back to work. Nightowl smiles before getting back to work.

About a week later you're sitting on the couch of your and Nightowls apartment. You relax after a long day, scrolling on your phone, wondering why Nightowl hasn't greeted you yet. Your wondering stops when you feel the couch move, lifting your head, you see Nightowl has joined you, you assume by his heavyish breathing and the sudden movement you just felt that he had run and jumped into the position just now. You could tell he was excited, you turn your phone off and give him your attention when he sees this he starts.

“I finished my project!”

“Does that mean I can finally know what you were making?”

Nightowl didn't answer you with a yes or no, instead, he holds out what was behind his back and yelled.

“TADA!!”

You look at what's in his hands. It was a plushie of your favorite animal. You move to hold it, assuming it's for you, pausing when you realize it might not be for you.

“Go ahead!”

“You listen to Nightowl as you grab the little thing, examining it further. You notice it's wearing a little bow tie. You then see that on one side of the bow tie is a heart in your favorite color and on the other side the letters, ILY, embroidered in the same color. You look up to thank Nightowl but stop seeing his nervous stance, hand behind his neck, how cliche.

“I- I wanted to get you a plush that matched Mister but I couldn't find the right one. So I made one, it's my first time making a plushie so it might be a little imperfect-”

You could see where this was going so you cut him off.

“It's perfect, I love it, and you.”

You lean in to give him a kiss, loving how bright he gets from the simple sign of affection.

(I saw someone call Nightowl’s bear with a bow tie, Mister so I'm sticking with it)

Dancing lessons.

You never thought about taking any sort of class with Quest so it was a surprise to both you and him when you got excited to do so.

You two had won free dance lessons at an office party, Quest thought you wouldn't be interested in it but he was happy to humor you.

Mistake one.

The first lesson was slow dancing and Quest felt pretty happy with himself, he wasn't perfect but he liked it. Liked the control, the pattern, how uniform it was, and he loved how close he got to hold you.

But the next lesson was hip hop.

It was Quest's turn to show off what he learned, it was in partners but Quest was still embarrassed how bad he was at this. He attempted the simple sequins the class had learned and practiced. As soon as he finished you let out a laugh you tried hard not to let out. Quest looked at you, you felt a little bad, he looked like a kicked puppy.

“Is it that bad?”

“Sorry but, what even was that? I love you, but were we even in the same class?”

You laughed a little more as Quest went over one of the steps. You took it upon yourself to stand up and help a little.

“You're too stiff, the moves are freer, let your body move.”

“That's- that’s not how my body works, I got arms like a robot.”

You laugh as he demonstrates his stiff arms, definitely robot-like, would be perfect if that's what you were learning.

“Here follow me, it like instinct.”

You did the first step faster than Quest was expecting.

“Can you go slower?”

“No, that's your problem, you think too much. Just do what you see with confidence, if you mess up and act as you meant it you'll fool at least one person.”

He wasn't able to fully get it but he did get better. The next lesson was tango, and Quest had his turn to embarrass you. Quest was currently twirling, dipping, and spinning you but to you, it just felt like you were being thrown around.

“Follow me, it's like instinct, angel.”

Quest mocks what you said last time as he takes the lead on this dance. The tango is by far his favorite, it was the perfect mix of a controlled, patterned dance, and a dance that is free and passionate. He loved how he could follow a pattern and still and his own little twist, and being able to hold you close, to make you flush was a large bonus.

Cooking lessons.

When you first started living with Toaster you started to realize how much take out they had.

You knew he wasn't a cook and that he opted for ramen and takeout but you didn't realize it was an every meal thing/

It caused multiple problems, and you were tired of having the same three foods from the same three places. So you signed the two of you up for baking lessons.

You didn't tell Toasty though, you just told them that it was a date, a surprise one. He was very surprised when you entered a room full of other couples.

“Sweetheart? You sure we're in the right place?”

Before you could respond the teacher made an introduction.

“Hello couples, I'll be your teacher today and the rest of the month. “

Toaster turned to you, trying to be discrete as the whisper, clearly not the happiest with this surprise.

“A month?”

You decide not to respond as the chef continued to teach.

“Today we're going to start very simply with some burgers and jojos. Our team tries to be very accomodating to everyone so if you have an allergy or don't eat a certain food, like meat, we have appropriate replacements. If that's the case go ahead and talk to one of the assistants on the side. We also like to encourage experimentation so if you feel something missing, maybe want more spice, you can also ask the assistance for what you want, Now Under your table you'll find everything you need for today, were going to start with jojos, so grab the basket label jojos…”

You and Toaster were walking home, you notice they were kind of silent, more than average.

“Did you hate it that much?”

You were slightly embarrassed, you thought this would be something nice the two of you could do but if your partner really didn't like it you would let it go.

“No, I liked it.”

“You don't have to lie.”

“I'm …. not, little surprised myself, but I didn't hate it.”

You stayed silent wanting to hear more of his thoughts.

“I almost liked it, I didn't like that I was surrounded by others doing better than me, but they weren't paying attention to me, so, it was okay.”

When Toaster looked at you they realized that you wanted to know more so they continued.

“And I learned, even though I burnt the … jojos? The jojos, it was a simple mistake and it's an easy fix. And …”

Toaster mumbles and you miss the end of his sentence. You nudge him a little, letting them know you didn't catch that.

“I liked how happy you were.”

Over the month the two of you made many dishes and almost every time Toaster would react along the lines of.

“Is pizza supposed to taste this good.”

After the month was over there was a notable decrease in takeout dinners. Throughout the first week out you caught Toasty learning how to make ramen, not instant ramen but authentic level ramen. The problem was that they ate just as much ramen as before the classes, but at least he was making his own with different variations.

Motorcycle lessons.

I know he already knows how to ride a motorcycle, but I also think that if you ever expressed interest in driving your own, he’d drag you to some lessons.

He also loves being a troll, signing himself up as a beginner, asking obnoxious questions, then showing off how well he rides, like a natural.

(Read this with the knowledge that I know nothing about riding a motorcycle.)

It was the end of your lessons, after this, you would be able to apply for a license if you wished. The instructor was having the class do a simple lap on their course, you had just finished yours. You did pretty well, Xyx had a grin on his face the whole time for so many reasons. For one you looked fantastic on a bike, he also loved that you were willing to learn and share one of his passions, when you pulled up to the end he could help but feel proud, you were his. The last reason was that it was his turn now, and he was ready to burn rubber. After all this time, pretending to be the worst rider, worst student, he was ready to show the instructor what was what. Xyx stepped up to the instructor.

“So for this test, you need t-”

“I've got it. Keys?”

The instructor hesitantly gave the keys to Xyx, he grabbed them before the instructor could take them back. The Instructor did his best to stop Xyx but it was no use after his helmet was on, his legs swang over the bike. Xyx lifts the helmet shield, winking at you making your face heat up, mostly from embarrassment. The instructor took this chance to try and stop Xyx.

“Sir, I need you to -”

“To drive, got it.”

He slid the shield back down before starting the engine and driving off. He made sure to do everything the instructor wanted. When he pulled up to the end he was quick to shut everything off and make his way to the instructor for his grade.

“Other than your attitude and inability to listen you did everything, perfect.”

Xyx was proud at how relucent the instructed was to say that.

“Perfect.”

“But you were speeding, quite a bit, you should know that its dangu-”

Xyx had already started walking away, so the instructor gave up. When Xyx got to you he wrapped his arm around your waist.

“Did I look good out there doll?”

“You looked reckless.”

“You wound me doll but I'll take the high road, I think you looked hot out there.”

Your face heated up again.

“Shut up.”

He laughed at how easy he could get you flustered.

Long-distance HC

Headcanons on how the BP LI's deal with a long-distance relationship.

Masterlist right here

Nightowl reminds me of myself, and my friend so this is mostly based on that

He loves to spoil you with packages.

he sees something that reminds him of you he's getting it. Whether it's a free rock or something that way out of his budget.

His adrenaline is high and he doesn't think things all the way through, he spent too much money on a large plushie, and now he needs to send it to you, which cost even more money, money he doesn't have yet.

Most of the things he gets for you are random and require an explanation.

Now he plans to send it all out, a nice crazy care package but almost every time it gets sent out later than intended. Like you'll get a package in May labeled “valentines package”.

Oftentimes he likes to send a hoodie, he asks you to send him one back. The sleeves are embroidered with special messages. ILY. Breathe. You’re cute. My cutie.

As soon as he sends the package off he's texting you. He constantly asks if you got it yet, even though he has tracking.

When you do get it, you’re required to get on a call with him so he can see your reaction to what he got you, along with explaining wtf he got you cause it's so random.

It's been mentioned that quest likes writing, specifically poems so you can expect that from him.

He doesn't have much free time but he does his best.

Most of the letters are things Quest struggles to say to your face but doesn't feel messaging is personal enough.

Sometimes he'll send a letter with sticky notes, every sticky note has a time, date, signature along with a message, the messages vary but they're all simple thoughts he had at the moment.

An example, he's too busy to respond on the server but he's watching it, he notices you mention only getting 2 hours of sleep, Quest writes down. Sleep more.

Or you're on a call with him, he said something, and your laughing he jots down. I love your laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“You'll see.”

“Is it one of those sticky notes? Why not just tell me?”

“Cause it's hard to get the word out of my mouth.”

You smile at his shyness, you know you'll love whatever he wrote so you let it slide.

On the rare occasion, you'll get a poem, their mostly happy ones, ones where Quests explain how you make him feel, how he compares you to a colorful sunrise, because not only is the dark gone but the future is dull but full of beautiful colors.

In conclusion, he is a sap who can be a little shy, And you need to buy him a fancy pen and paper cause he won't indulge himself but he wants them.

He likes playing online games with you. They don't mind what game, he just likes having that time with you.

There is also a spoiler, mostly on the game world. You want something in a game that costs real money, it’s yours.

Often he’ll tease you before, he is on the purchasing screen as you whine that you need this item and he hits buy as he says.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

And if you ever mention that you're hungry or you haven't eaten he will doordash you food, half the time they don't even tell you.

You'll be playing a game with them as someone knocks on your door, you discuss yourself. You first deny that it's yours, then the person says it's from .

“A naked…toaster”

You take the food and close the door, returning to your game.

“Toasty!”

You yell as they laugh with blush on their face.

He hates it.

If he didn't have so much work he visit you at least once a month.

He's tried to ask you if you fly over every month but you decline, you can't do that, you are also busy.

So he sticks with calls as often as the two of you can.

Even if it is just a 15-minute lunch break he doesn't mind teasing you while you eat.

He also sends memes, a lot of them. Most of them are things he thought were funny but on the special occasion, you'll find ones that basically say, I love you.

Similar to Toaster, he buys you things. Not really food or online stuff buy stuff from amazon. It's not even just stuff you want but needs.

One day you complained that you needed a new stool, you got home from work and there was a package with a stupid joke on it.

You have received those pajamas that are covered in Xyx face, he thought it was funny, then came underwear, pillowcases, blankets. Anyone that enters your house would think you're obsessed with him, so you hide it all.

Xyx was disappointed when he visited and couldn't find any of his “merch”.

Masterlist

Emoji Guide

Wip ⚙️

Hiatus 🐚

Discontinued ☠️

Angst: 💔

w/Good ending:🩹

AU:💫

Requested:💌

Fluff:💕

Unrequited love:💘( next to the pair)

18+:🎟

Compleated fics

MHA

Just a Wing-man: KiriKami💘 & BakuKami(💔

The Unkissable Prince: ShinKami💔🩹💫

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Addictive Cologne: KiriBaku💘 & BakuDeku💔

Played: ShinKami💘💔💌

Safety Net: Bakusquad💔🩹

Puppylove: KiriKami💘 & KiriBaku💔

AOT

Touch-starved: Levi x Reader💔🩹💫

Blooming Panic

Don't Breck my Heart: Quest x Reader💔🩹

Jealous Idoit: Quest x Reader 💔🩹💕

Redactedverse

A Vampires Bite: Sam/Darlin(reader)💔🩹

Unfinshed fics

MHA

The Three Kingdoms: KiriKami💔💫🩹🐚

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Possessively in love: BakuKami💘(?) & ShinKami💔☠️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

AOT

The Life of an Ackerman: Jean x FTM Ackerman Reader💔(🩹?)🐚

Chapter 1

Blooming Panic

Not My Partner: Quest x Reader 💔💘⚙️

Chapter 1

Redactedverse

A Collared Wolf 💔🎟⚙️

Chapter 1

Knowing is Safe 💔⚙️

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Drabbles

MHA

Hanahaki: KiriBaku & Kiri x Reader💘,💔💌

Birthday Wishes: Denki💔

Loud Obnoxious Confident Blond: Denki💔

Blooming Panic

Special Human: LI's x Reader💕💌

Yandere: LI's x Reader💔(💫💘?)

Escaping: LI's x Reader💔💌(💫💘?)

First-kisses: LI's x Reader💕

At Home Salon: Xyx x He/him Reader💕💌

Learn a Lesson: LI's x Reader💕💌

You're Warm: LI's x Reader💕

Haikyuu

The Sixth Choice: Suga x Reader💔💘

Headcannon’s

MHA

Kirishima sexuality: Kiri

Hero Merch: Momo, Fatgum, Kiri, Shoji, Ojiro, etr.

AOT

Attack on Tuition: Eren, Mikisa, Armin, Annie, Ymir, Historia, Jean, Connie, Sasha & Bertholdt💔

Blooming Panic

Long-Distance: LI's x Reader💕💌

Lawyered: LI's x Lawyer Reader 💕💌

thoughts and hcs of a lawyer s/o for xyx? and possibly the other love interests?

Here you go, I don't know much about lawyers so it's short, hope you enjoy it anyways.

So he's impressed no matter what you do but learning your a lawyer all he thinks is-

“That's so much work, and words.”

Well the not true he also thinks-

“I wanna see what they wear for court.”

He thinks formal wear is cool, even if it's not for him.

He gets worried a lot though, whether it is about your clients or how much work you do it makes him sad to see you work so hard.

He loves picking fake fights, small innocent ones, he loves how you act like it's as important as if you were in front of a judge. He likes watching you crack when he makes an argument that almost has nothing to do with what you said.

“And that's why you can't wear socks with sandals.”

“Okay but consider this, my last piece of evidence.”

You wait for him to continue as he pulls up his phone, a photo of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson on it.

“Wh-what?”

“The Rock!”

You burry your face in your hands at your boyfriend’s antics.

He finds it kind of admirable, he remembers not having a lawyer who cared for his case, so seeing you put care into every case you work on, he loves it.

When he sees you working hard he worries but he also knows that your work is important. When you overwork yourself he definitely stops you but other than that he likes to do his best to help.

He makes sure you haven't forgotten to eat or drink water, and every once in and while he'll make you your favorite hot drink.

“Angel?”

“Yeah?”

You weren't actually paying attention to him, too focused on the case in front of you. You hear as a mug is set down at your workspace.

“I made you something to help.”

You soften as you finally turn away from your work.

“Thank you, I love you.”

You kiss him before taking a sip of your drink.

“Only for my angel.”

You turn back to your work.

He doesn't like getting into arguments with you, because it hurts both his heart and brain.

What he does love is watching you argue with others that deserve it. He blushes whenever you protect him with your word over violence, it makes him feel special and proud.

Toasty gets the most worried about your work, watching you work makes him stress out, they can only imagine how bad it is for you.

I think you'd have to explain why you're a lawyer. They just don't understand why you would torture yourself. But he understands better when you explain to him, or you win a case you wanted to.

He asks you for pointers with his company, especially when offered buyouts. Sure he has his own layer but they trust you and your opinion.

They've definitely asked if you want to work for them, even if you don't specialize in that area, he doesn't quite realize how many different lawyers there are.

Gets both frustrated and flustered when you use lawyer words in an exchange with him. It was a joke, and they don't know what you're saying and know they feel like they're losing…a conversation.

One thing he does enjoy is watching you get frustrated at false representation, whether it is a movie or even a game, it makes him smile.

You fall back on the couch next to toasty, finished with your rant…for now.

“It- it just- it’s wrong.”

You let out another frustrated sigh. Toasty's arm going behind your shoulder, rubbing your arm, laughing at you.

“Are you laughing at me?”

He blushes

“No. yes, you just- you look…cute when you’re angry.”

The last part of their sentence is barely loud enough for you to hear it over the movie.

The lawyer himself.

Arguments are never serious, not really. You act seriously using proper terms and all that but it over the smallest thing with the strangest evidence.

You guys are always able to find the fun, even if it is not together.

You notice he’s not having the best time, so you try and change that. And he does the same for you.

He won't tell you but he loves working around you. You at one end of the table and him on the other. He'll tease you saying you're too distracting but it's a lie, he's more distracted if your not there and he doesn't know where or what you're doing.

Lawyer pick up lines, all the time.

“Do you have a lawyer? Cause you stole my heart.”

“That was not your best one, I’m a little disappointed in you.”

Xyx’s hand flies to his chest with a hard thud, you ignore him and continue.

“And no, I’ll be fine representing myself. It's important I open up with the fact you don't have a heart.”

Xyx clutches his shirt.

“Cruel love, just cruel.”

You drop the act as you laugh.

“I'm only kidding Xyx.”

“Were you?”

“Will you ever forgive me?”

Xyx puts on a show, pretending to think, along with an overdone discovery moment.

“Ahh, I'll forgive you, but it will cost you.”

“And what would that be?”

You ask knowing exactly what he was going to say.

“A kiss.”

You oblige and pull your boyfriend in for a kiss.

Requests!!

Every time I open my inbox I smile, and cant stop. it makes me so happy to get requests, so thank you. Anyway here's another "what's coming list" I do these for multiple reasons, but mainly its so the people who've sent asks know I got it. this isn't really in order because , I'm disorganized like that. Also I'm focusing on the BP request cause that's my hyper fixation right now.

"I need space" request

Trying to escape LI's yanderes

Quest comforting reader getting a tattoo

Quest angst( not request, but I'm evil)

hiiii!! ive been binge reading your BP fics and gooosh!!! they're so good!!! the yandere fic is living inside my head rent free(especially toasty's part i love him so muuuch)!!! <3

anyway, can i request a fic where the MC told the LIs that 'they need some space' and they're like panicking internally, asking themselves if they messed up or something because they thought that the MC will break up with them, bUT actually MC just want some roomspace/just want to move out(together with them of course) because they have so many things already or maybe the MC just wants to have a pet?

and im sorry im on anon mode, im quite shy ><

I don't mind that people use anon, I have it open for a reason.

anyways I enjoyed writing this ( its the angst lover in me)

Slight Tw for yelling and cursing

You were putting away your clean dishes, mumbling to yourself.

“Where can this go? No no, I guess I can squeeze it in here?”

You say something like this with every dish you grab, you don't even have that many, you just don't have the proper room for them. You were so frustrated you didn't notice your boyfriend had finally woken up, he was staying with you over the summer before his job started, he was hired but his first day wasn't until the fall, and it was the last week before he'd have to go back. You were already missing him, in truth your frustration with the dishes was more about trying to forget he would be gone next week. Sure he'd still be a phone call away but you wouldn't be able to watch him wake up, you wouldn't be able to feel the warmth of his body, the smell of the perfume and cologne he wears, he'd just be an image on your screen. You focus back on the dishes not wanting to think about it. Grounding when you can't find room for another dish.

Nightowl rubs his eyes as he watches you move around, clearly frustrated.

“What wrong cutie?”

After finding a place for the dish you groan and answer Nightowl, your tone filled with frustration.

“I just- I need space.”

Nightowls groggy brain questions what that means, was it about your relationship? He thought he was being a little clingy but he thought you were fine with it, hearing you say that makes him think about how whiny and needy he must be, he feels selfish for not thinking about your feelings. He wants to make it better, whatever that means.

“I'm sorry, I can give you space.”

You pause, not understanding what Nightowl’s saying.

“What?”

“If you need space ill, I'll respect that, I know I'm annoying so I'll give you the space you want.”

“Nightowl? What are you-”

“I mean I'll still talk to you- unless you don't want that- I guess I could do that too. How much space do you need? Should I change my ticket to leave sooner?”

Nightowl is too tired to try and pretend he's okay with this, his face giving him away. His frown, his sad puppy dog eyes, the way wrinkles on his forehead. You look him in the eyes as you take his hands.

“No baby, I don't want space in our relationship, and I don't think you're annoying, and I will cry if you move your ticket up to a sooner date. I need physical space, for my dishes, and almost everything else in my apartment, it's so small.”

You watch as Nightowls face shifts into a happier one before he pulls you into a hug. you feel him sigh, you feel his wrath, you hear his heartbeat, you breathe in his cologne, everything about him makes your heart race, it doesn't help when he whispers into your ear.

“You should move in with me.”

You nod into the hug wanting to stay here forever, but your dream is ripped from you by Nightowl pushing you away.

“Wait! Really? You want to live with me? You'd move to my city for me? Ahhh this is so exciting, should we pack now?”

You laugh at how happy your boyfriend is, you know you're going to love moving in with him.

Quest was waiting for you to be done getting ready for your date. He was patiently strolling through his phone as he heard you shuffle around. When you come out of your room, you stand in front of him, gorgeous as ever, but with a scowl on your face. Quest laughs at the way your face scrunches.

“You okay angel?”

“ I need space.”

It was three simple words, and yet they made Quest freeze. His mind floods with reasons why you feel that way. Was he being too clingy? Were you tired of comforting him? Did he not show you how much he appreciated you? He was trying to find the positive in this, maybe he needed space. His mind goes back to the week before he met you, the cold feeling that surrounded everything he did, the cold feeling in his chest, the cold feeling that made his bed feel empty, loneliness. No, he didn't need space, space would only hurt him… but it would help you. If it's for you then he’ll do it, his pain is only a small side effect for your healing, it is not important. Maybe with space, you'll realize how much you love and want him, and that will be enough to make him forget about the nights he shivered with loneliness. He makes his decision, his voice deflated as he agrees.

“Ok.”

“Wait really!?”

He looks at your face, previously a scowl, now a large smile plastered on. Were you really that unhappy in this relationship? Am I that terrible of a boyfriend that leaving me put such a smile on their face? If any of that was the case, Quest would have to use the space to think about how he treats people. This space might be a good thing for him.

“Yeah.”

His voice still deflated. he watches you bounce to the door as you continue to talk, he stays on the couch, uncomfortable.

“This is going to be so great, I'll be able to wake up next to you every day. No more plane tickets or strangely timed calls. Oh, where should we live? I mean not here, it's too small for just me. We could get an apartment somewhere else, or we could live in your apartment. Your apartment is kind of big just for you.”

You bounce back into your living area, seeing Quest still seated, his face twisted in confusion. You become worried, especially when you notice his eyes are a little watery.

“Quest? Love? Are you okay?”

You realize that your excitement was could be overwhelming him.

“I'm sorry, we can talk about it another time. Or I can drop it, you don't see very onboard with this anyways.”

Quest shakes his head as he pulls you into his lap.

“No. No angel I’d love to live with you.”

“Then, then why did you look so scared and… sad?”

Quest blushes at the embarrassing truth he's about to share

“I- I thought when you said you need space, that you meant in our relationship like you wanted to take a break. And- I -I didn't want that.”

You never even considered that your word would be taken any other way, and now you feel at fault for Quest’s pain.

“Oh my gosh no, I would never, I was trying to drop the hint that I wanted to live with you. I'm so sorry, I should have been more clear.”

“No need to apologize, my brain just jumped to conclusions.”

You get up from his lap, reaching a hand out for him.

“Let's talk more about this on a date, come on lover boy.”

Quest takes your hand as you guide him to the door.

“Hey? If you thought I wanted space…why did you say yes? Do you want space, like in our relationship?”

“No!”

“Then why say yes?”

“I thought it would make you happy.”

Quest admits quietly, knowing how it sounds.

“But not you, I know you, you would have been sulking 24/7, you need to think about yourself more, stop thinking about others first.”

Quest opens his mouth to defend himself when you stop him, knowing what he was going to say

“Including me!”

He smiles at the fact you know him so well, and how you care for him, he's glad that you're going to live with him.

You had just got done shopping with Toasty, putting trying to put away all your new stuff. You knew you didn't have room for this but Toaster bought it anyway without your knowledge. He wanders into your room concerned by the sounds coming from there.

“Is everything OK?”

“No! No it is not! I just-i need space!”

You yell, frustrated at the room, redirecting it towards Toasty.

Their mind stays strangely calm after you say that. His mind shutting down anything that could hurt him trying to calm down. He knew this would happen eventually, they knew you were too good to be theirs. He tried to convince himself that he was prepared for this, it was inevitable.

“Ok, um goodbye.”

They turn and walk out of the room, slow tears falling from their eyes.

You realize what you said and rush out with Toasty grabbing his wrist and using force to turn them toward you. You look at their face, tears flowing down without a care, your heart breaks for them.

“No, no that's not what I meant. I- I think I want to live with you.”

Toasty takes a few seconds to process what you said but as soon as he realizes what you said his face instantly changes, blush filling his face, and a strange half-smile.

“What?! I-you-please explain I-my heart can’t?”

They work hard to speak but with their excitement and confusion, they struggle. You laugh a little before explaining.

“I need more apartment space or living space and- we've been together a while, we'd have a serious talk about it but, we could do it.”

You look into their eyes as more tears fall from their face, faster than before

“Or-if, not we-we can stay separated if you- of you prefer-”

You freak out at his reaction, afraid you scared him away, but then he interrupts you.

“No, I'd like that.”

He pulls you into a loose yet secure hug, it doesn't hide how he shakes with fear.

“I'm here.”

Your simple words break the last bit of his restraint, he lets himself sob in relief.

Even though you had been with Xyx for over a year this was the first time he came was able to visit you. You never had someone stay with you, so it revealed two things. One your apartment was too small, and two you loved living with Xyx. At first, you thought it was like a honeymoon phase, so you ignored the feeling but every time you woke up to see those green eyes admiring you, you struggled to push down the idea that this could be every day.

So you decided you would suggest it to Xyx, maybe he'll catch on, maybe he'd tell you he feels the same. so you try to drop hints, he never really caught on so you try to be more obvious. You get ready in front of a mirror, you can see Xyx watching from behind you. You move lightly hitting your elbow on something, you let out another hint after grounding about the pain.

“Uggg, I think I want a break for this, it's so confusing, I just need more space!”

Xyx doesn't listen to the tone of your voice, the way you joked, the way you are addressing the apartment, all he heard were the words, and all he sees is flash becks. Flashbacks where his ex said something very similar when he agreed. Flashbacks of weeks later when his ex was with someone else, how they would tell him.

“We're not together right now, you can't get mad.”

Flashbacks after flashbacks where his ex would ask for a break, every time was because they wanted to get with someone else, without losing Xyx. He won't do it again, he knows this road and he refuses to go down it again.

“I don't do breaks, if you want some space then we’re done.”

You stand there frozen at Xyx's harsh voice, he moves to leave the room as you try and move. When he's out of the room your body finally moves, cursing yourself for your wording as you frantically try and get to Xyx. You move and hit your elbow, toe, and head as you try to move to yell as you do

“Fuck! Shit! Xyx! Goddammit!”

Xyx has to stop himself from caring about your pain, you just ripped his heart out of his chest. Why should he care about your pain?

You rush to him finally getting to him out of breath from the yelling and pain. You try to explain but you are cut off by Xyx.

“I don't want to hear it. I'm not going to change my mind, I don't want to take a break and I don't stay in relationships where they don't want to be with me.”

“I want to live with you”

Xyx stumbles a little as he collects his stuff but then continues, it's just a lie. He checks his bags, he decides everything that's not on him he can rebuy he just needs out of here. He heads to the door when he is stopped by you, your arms spread defensively, your face flushed out of all the movement and anxiety. Xyx thinks you look cute but shuts his thoughts down quickly, it's over, he needs to stop thinking that way.

“Xyx, I'm serious. I wasn't talking about our relationship, I was talking about this place, my apartment. I've been trying to drop hints that I don't want to live here, hoping you'd catch on, slyly suggest living with you. I didn't think you'd take it that way. Please, please, believe me, don't leave here, don't leave me.”

Tears stream down your face as you fight the possibility that Xyx will leave you. Ignoring the memories that flash in your mind, the days you cried yourself to sleep from the loneliness, the days before Xyx. You hate yourself for ruining this, ready to let Xyx leave, maybe it'll be best for him to leave you, but then you hear him. His voice is low, soft, depressed. He only ever talked with this voice when the Cat was sick.

“I won't leave.”

You forget everything you previously thought as you fall into Xyx’s arms, you breathe a little hard as you let the adrenaline calm down. Apologies continue to fall from your mouth as you let Xyx guide you to your room. He positions the two of you on the bed, he holds you tight, so tight you realize how scared he was. He was trembling, you really scared him, you wrapped your arms around him, squeezing him just as tight. The two of you stay there for a long time, the two of you would talk about living together later, right now was about comforting each other.

I saw your post of BP Yandere boys and I love it so much, there's a chance to have another part where MC almost achieves scaping but they get caught last minute pretty please🥺 👉👈

Love your writing, have a nice day/night/afternoon <3

I'm pretty new to writing yandere-based stuff so it took me a while. I apologize if some of the characters are a little OOC, but also I kind of have to so I can make them yandere's.

Tw: yandere (manipulation, controlling, toxic relationship, kidnapping), slight blood/reader harmed (not directly by the characters), and Stockholm syndrome.

Hope you enjoy! If you do please check out my other writing!!

It wasn't your first attempt to escape, you tried to escape over and over. Failing every time, you'd tried gaining his trust, you tried telling the server you tried telling the neighbors, nothing worked. You were running out of plans, you'd spent hours thinking by the window, crying for anyone to help you. That's when it hit you, you looked out the window, the apartment building across from you had a fire escape ladder. You realized this apartment must have one too. You'd only remember this window, as you've been confined to one room for so long, but you know there's a chance. You felt a little stupid for only coming up with this plan now, but at least you had another shot.

You were impatient, as soon as you got a sharp object you started to cut yourself free of the rope. You didn't cut it all the way, knowing that night owl would notice the loose rope, but as soon as he left for work you made the last cut. You tried to stand up, falling down quickly, it's been weeks since you stood up, let alone walk, but you had to try. You spotted crutches in the closets, using the wall to get to them.

With the help of the clutches, you started to search the apartment, and with luck, the first window had the fire escape. You shattered the window, too impatient to unlock it. You try to get through the window with the crutches, after a few minutes you're on the landing. You look down at the latter. You quickly realize it would be difficult to get down with the state of your legs. You shake your head, you can't give up, maybe you have enough arm strength to essentially crawl down the ladder. You think of how that would work but before you can even move to the ladder you hear the window slide open.

“What- What are you doing cutie?! You're going to get hurt!”

There he is, your capturer. He crawls out the window as you whine, he guides you inside. You cry that you don't want to go back, that you hate his room. But instead, he takes you to the bathroom, setting you down on the toilet, taking the crutches, seething them far enough that you can't reach them. He starts to clean up the cuts on your skin, he rubs soothing lotion on the rope marks. He cares for you.

“You - you could have gotten seriously hurt? You did get hurt! And the crutches? Can you not walk?”

Something about how he talks, how he touches you so delicately, it feels domestic, nice. So you tell him.

“I- I've been sitting for so- so long I couldn't walk.”

“What !? Of course, I feel - I'm sorry I didn't think about that, I’ll let you walk around more, only around me but I don't want to cause nerve damage or anything. And I'll loosen up on the rope, I can't stand how bad it looks, it must hurt. Why didn't you say something?”

He looks into your eyes, you can see how bad he feels in them. You feel guilt wash over you.

“I-I’m sorry.”

“It's okay cutie, I'll be better now.”

Weeks later and you're still trapped in his room, but now you get rope breaks, and he walks you around the room almost every day so, it's not as bad, you're actually quite grateful.

It took you a long time to get this far into your escape plan. It wasn't your first attempt, far from it, when Quest first locked you up you constantly tried to escape but every time he caught you he became more reserved, more intimidating. After a month of failed attempts, you decided to try a different way of escaping, gaining his trust,

First, you had to undo everything you just did, as you constantly tried to escape Quest to use more force and less trust. After months he finally let you out of the handcuffs, he allowed you to move around the apartment but the doors were still heavenly locked from the outside whenever he was gone. Except, for now, he just bought some groceries, bringing them all up in one trip, something he did to ensure you couldn't escape. Though this time he forgot his phone in his car, rushing to get it he forgot to lock the door. You knew this was your moment but you hesitated, you almost wanted to stay, gaining his trust left you with an unexpected problem, you had fallen for him.

He was so kind, he would come home, make you dinner, eat with you, draw you a bath, read you to sleep, hold you, he was your boyfriend. You shake your head, by now he already had his keys, your time was limited, you had to move. You grabbed what you thought would be useful then bolted out the door. You looked right, then left, it had been months since you arrived and you couldn't remember which way the elevator was. You freeze trying to recall, failing you take your guess, running left. You get to the turn, and there it is the elevator. You relax and almost start crying, you are almost free. You weren't sure if you were more happy or sad.

You were broken from your thoughts as the elevator dinged, telling it brought someone to this floor. You froze, it could be Quest. You watched as the door opened, you saw his arm, but that's all you needed to see to know it was him. You don't know why you didn't run the other way, but you didn't. You stay still as Quest's eyes meet yours, you see as he realizes what's happening, the surprise turns to confusion then to anger, then sadness, then fear. He was afraid, it's clear in his eyes, his hands, the way he shakes as he takes a hesitant step forward.

“A-Angel? What- What are you doing?”

“I- I’m escaping?”

Your answer comes out a question, you're unsure yourself. Is this what you're doing, is this what you want?

“I-I kn-”

Quest stops talking as he takes more steps to you, close enough that if he wanted he could reach out and touch you, but you don't move.

“Can we go back and talk there?”

“Okay.”

You allow Quest to guide you back to his apartment, and then to his couch.

“I know what I did is wrong. I know that you think I'm crazy. And I know you want to leave, and - and I understand that. Maybe we can work something out?”

You stay quiet considering Quests offer.

“I want, I want to try and salvage our relationship.- I know you probably don't but- I - please. It is so hard for me to be without you. I promise I’ll stop being like this, ill let you go out, I won't control you, just please stay.:

You look into quest eyes, there was so much admiration behind them, so much love, your mouth moved before you could fully think through what you'd be agreeing to.

“Ok.”

Quest moved to hold your hands, you always loved how warm he was. So you were surprised to feel the familiar feeling of the cold metal handcuffs you hadn't worn in 2 months. Your brain quickly catches up to what is happing. You sob, almost screaming at Quest.

“Liar! You promised!”

“I'm sorry angel. I can't- you're all I have- I can't let you go- I can't let the world hurt you, I can't let them take you away from me, like everyone else. I just- I can't.

You still as you watch Quest start to shed his own tears, your heart breaks for him and you. Who it breaks for more is something you'll never know.

It had been months since you left the server. Months since you ghosted all your friends, months since you stopped talking to people unless necessary. Months since you meet Toasty, your boyfriend, your only true friend. You didn't go out much but Toasty had given you the go-ahead to get something from the nearby café, they even sent you money to pay for it. You were pretty excited, you had not been able to go out for fun in almost 2 months, you were almost skipping to the place. You ordered you and pulled out the card Toasty set up for you, as the employer stopped you.

“No need, the man over there paid for it.”

You looked over to where the barista pointed, there stood a familiar face. It took a while for you to realize who it was but when you did your heart started to race and your face turned sour. You said thank you to the barista before quickly stomping over to quest. Your voice trembled as you tried to stand up for yourself, it's been a while since you did anything like this.

“W-what do you w-want?”

Quest signed, it looked like he knew he did something wrong.

“I know, I know. Toasty explained to us that we made you uncomfortable and that you never wanted to see us again, but what are the chances we'd end up here together. I thought maybe we could talk, I could apologize for whatever I did to make you - hate me?”

The ending was a question like he didn't know if you did hate him.

“Hate you? I only hate you and everyone else because you ignored me, you acted like I wasn’t there.”

Your voice raised a tad but the loud coffee house made it easy for people to not catch on. Quest paused as he looked at you, his eyes softened with worry.

“What are you talking about? I don't remember doing that.”

“You don't, then-then- what's this?”

Frantically you pull out your phone searching for the screenshots. Quest looks over the screenshots, then at you. His brain runs wild as he realizes what's going on, he doesn't want to believe it, Toast isn't like that, their best friend. But then you get a message from Toasty, and before you realize it and pull it away, Quest is able to read the first one.

"What's taking so long?"

The message seems innocent, but Quest can't help but feel like something is wrong, trusting his gut he takes your phone. He watches as toasty floods your messages. He notices how toasty is the only number in your contacts. He reads Toasty’s messages/

“Why didn't you use my card?”

“Are you with someone?”

“Did someone pay for your order?”

“Are they flirting with you?”

“Ignore them.”

“Hello?”

“Don't trust anyone.”

The newest messages were enough for Quest to know his gut was right but he read past ones to truly see how bad this was. He read the texts where Toasty permitted you to leave your house for the cafe, permission to leave for work, permission to use social media.

“Quest- wait- please -I”

Quest hands you your phone back as he pulls you to a table, getting his phone out. It takes a while but eventually Quest pulls up the same messages from the server, the only difference is your messages are gone. He starts to explain what he thinks is happening and how he wants to help. He shows you the messages Toasty sent him, that you left because Quest made you so uncomfortable you had to leave.

“I don't- I don't understand- why would he, their not like that, their kind and sweet and- your lying tha-”

“I'm not, I can't think of any other reason he would do this, but no matter his reasoning it doesn't make the way he's treating you okay. Please let me help.”

You think it all starts to make sense.

“O-”

You're interrupted by your phone ringing, on instinct you pick it up, you see Quest freeze knowing that Toasty is on the other side and that they might be able to persuade you back to his side, away from safety.

“Hel-”

“Are you with Quest?”

He wouldn't even let you say hello. You're hesitant to say yes, but you realize he's testing you, wanting to see if you'll lie.

“Yes.”

“Are - what is he saying?”

“He just- he paid for my dri-”

“What did he tell you?”

You look at Quest, who signals you to hang up, but you don't. You hold eye contact with Quest as you tell Toasty everything. Tears in your eyes as you fully realize how much control Toasty has over you.

“I- I don't want to say this but- you can't believe him- he- “

Toasty stumbles, your interest intrigued. Quest watches as you look at him differently.

“He what?”

When the word leaves your lips Quest knows exactly what Toasty is going to say, and how it will change everything but he hopes that there's a chance you'll ignore it and hang up, and let him help you.

“He was in a gang, he has a criminal record, he was arrested for arm robbery, he’s not safe. Don't trust him.”

Toasty's voice is unwavering, letting you know it is true. Your eyes widen in fear as you examine Quest. He drops eye contact, not being able to stand the look of fear on your face.

“He has- he hasn't changed, he’ll h-hurt you.”

Toasty adds, he stumbles over the words as he lies but you believe it anyway, getting up from your seat, and trying to rush out the café, stopped by Quest grabbing your wrist.

“Don't touch me you- you gangster- you criminal!!”

You scream causing Quest to drop your wrist, everyone's attention is on Quest as you run away. He stands there for a minute before his name is called, his drink finally ready, Quest grabs his drink and leaves.

A month later you're in Toasty's apartment, living with them. In the back of your head, you know it's wrong but you are never able to fully accept the truth, never able to escape.

Last night you overheard Xyx on the phone with a client. He had a meeting tomorrow, a long important one, one he couldn't leave in the middle of. When you lay in bed, Xyx holding you, you thought, was this your chance, you could actually escape, go home. You didn't sleep, you stayed up thinking about a plan, but with Xyx breathing down your neck you struggled to think clearly. So by the time he left the only plan you had was to leave and find the police. You waited long enough so you were sure Xyx meeting had started. And then you got to work, the whole house was bugged, Xyx would get a notification about anything you did, even opening the fridge. You knew this, you also knew you didn't have time to deactivate it so you decided the best course of action was to break a window and run, even if he got an alert he was in a meeting, he couldn't leave, giving you time to run.

You do just that, shattering the large living room window and running, you didn't know where anything was, you followed cars with groups of people, you figured a group of people was probably going out, somewhere with people. You got to a populated area and upon asked someone brought you to the police office, you were frantic and bloody from the glass, of course, they'd help.

As soon as you got in you approached the secretary-like desk. You said your name and your situation, you spoke fast and stumbled over words, everyone's attention was on you.

“Can you repeat your name for me?”

You do, as they say, shaking as you hear a motorcycle, you look out the window, seeing a person with long hair spreading off, you let out a sigh of relief. You hear typing as you turn back to the officer, you watch as she reads the screen, her face changing as she reads, concern and understanding on her face. Then she repeats your first name, but instead of your last name coming from her lips, Xyx’s last name comes out.

“No- that's- that's not my name!”

You yell at the lady, another officer comes up to the desk, quickly reading the computer before moving over to you, defensively, they see you as dangerous. The seated officer speaks again, starting with your name, the fake one, you figure this is your file even if it's labeled wrong. You zone back in as the officer reads from the screen.

“...They often have extreme hallucinations, these hallucinations revolve around being a victim of a kidnapping, or being controlled, and tortured.”

You ignore every other noise as the officer says more.

“Then there's a list of times this has caused public disruption and harm to civilians. It also says that your husband is your main caretaker, other than your doctor. A court order that you are only allowed out in public if assisted by your husband or a trained professional. Is your husb-”

“HE’S NOT MY HUSBAND!”

You scream at the women, you watch as the two officers make eye contact, the women make a slight nod, then the other officer moves towards you. You shake your head, ready to scream as the officer tries to grab you, but before you can say anything you hear him.

“Don't touch them! They're fine. Love I’m here, breath.”

Then you feel him, his hands holding yours as he looks into his eyes, he looks like he cares. You continue to shake. His gaze shifts from a caring husband to the man you know him for, he dares you, telling you to see what happens if you don't play along. You nod your head signaling that you'll be good.

“I'm so sorry officers, I knew it was getting worse, but the doctors were unavailable and I had work, I know I should have stayed with them, bu-”

“We understand sir, you still have a duty to uphold.”

“I'm glad you understand, thanks for calling me. I was looking for them as soon as I realized they left. I'm so glad they're not majorly injured. Thank you so much, well be on our way now, but truly thank you.”

Your mind raced, when did they call him? Why? Why was your name his? Why was your file filled with lies? Would anyone ever believe you? Would you ever escape? You wanted to know the answers. So when you got to Xyx’s home you were ready to ask him, but with one look you had the answer you needed. You would never escape, you were his living doll. He recreated you, the way you look, the way you live, the way people see you. He controlled everything about you.

You're warm

This is really short but I wrote it because I couldn't sleep and they were on my mind. So here's you telling the blooming panic LI's you think they are warm.

No trigger warning this is just fluff

It was common for Nightowl to spoon you it was the go-to cuddle position no matter what you were doing. Today the two of you were watching some movie on his laptop in his bed. You lean back to get closer to him, feeling your back hit his chest, you focus on it. You can feel his heartbeat, his breath, the warmth he emanates. You want to be engulfed in the feeling. Carefully you turn around, kissing him before getting more comfortable, snuggling into his chest.

“What's up cutie?”

You hear Nightowl whisper into the top of your head.

“You're warm.”

Your lips move against his skin.

“I always am, are you only noticing now?”

Nightowl mentions while wrapping his arm around you. You hum and nod into his chest, feeling it move as he chuckles.

“You’re gonna miss the movie.”

“Don't care.”

You squeeze your boyfriend causing him to laugh again.

“Okay cutie.”

He rubs your back, soothing you.

“Like sand.”

You mumble into his skin.

“What was that cutie?:

“Your warmth, it reminds me of warm sand, you smell like the beach too.”

Nightowl takes the compliment and smiles as you doze off.

Your eyes are closed as you drift to sleep, hearing your boyfriend crawl into bed next to you. You've been dreaming of cuddling with him all day, imagining the way his arms wrap around you and pulls you into his chest, wrapping you in his warmth. He does just that, and you let your apparition slip out.

“You're really warm.”

You smile as you finally feel him against you, but your body goes rigid at Quest’s reaction.

“Oh, I can move away.”

Quest already starts to shuffle away from you.

“No.”

He freezes.

“It was just an observation.”

“Oh I- I thought you were overheating. “

Quest voice lowers until it's gone, making you listen to the world. The loudest is the fan Quest prefers to have on all night, hearing it makes it seems more effective, chilling your body. You try to explain yourself hoping it will bring Quest back to you.

“I like it.”

You get no response realizing it's been a while since the conversation ended, so you clarify.

“Your warmth, I like how warm you are.”

Now the loudest noise is your breath as you wait for Quest to get the hint and warm you up. It takes so long that you physically shiver. Quest sees this and is given the confidence to speak up.

“Should I move closer?”

Sometimes you wonder if Quest has an identical twin, sometimes he's so unsure of himself and others he is riddled with confidence. You ensure that Quest is more than welcome to cuddle you.

“Yes.”

You hear and feel him move closer. His chest is close enough that you feel the heat radiate off him, but not touch you, like you want, like always.

“Closer.”

He does as you say moving a little closer, still not close enough. You take matters into your own hands, scooting back into his chest. You try to relax, but can't, something is missing.

“Quest? Please hold me.”

You whisper with your eyes closed, feeling as his arms wrap around you. Your body finally relaxing to its full ability, ready to sleep you whisper.

“I missed you, my space heater.”

You feel the slight vibrations of his deep laugh, the last sound you hear before you fall asleep.

You sat down on the couch, toasty sitting at the other end of the couch reading a graphic novel of theirs. As time goes by your body starts to feel cold on one side and warm on the other, you scoot closer to toasty after realizing that was where the heat was. Five minutes later you inch closer, then closer and closer till you are so close that you lean your head on his shoulder and wrap your arm around theirs. They don't look up from their book but he still questions you.

“What's up, hun?”

“Nothin.”

“So you moved two feet closer to me for nothin?”

“Can’t I just be close to my love?”

Blush creeps up his neck and cheek at such a special name.

“Well, you don't need a reason, but I know you have a reason.”

You snuggle into the familiar warmth.

“Yeah, I do. You're warm.”

You whisper into his skin, feeling the warmth increase as his skin flushes red.

“Oh, I always thought I was cold.”

You snake your hand until you can grab their hand.

“No, you're warm, I like it, I like you.”

Toasty tries to ignore the way their whole body is heating up, trying to pretend your words don't affect him that much, but you notice and you let him play coy.

After a hard day at work, you lay on the couch, your eyes threaten to close, and you begin to relax. You finally let your eyes close, but you're still awake. Right, when you're on the edge of sleep you feel a pair of lips kiss your forehead, they're warm and familiar, and you want more. You feel as your boyfriend pulls away, without opening your eyes you reach out grabbing onto Xyx.

“Where are you going?”

Your voice is drowsy as you whine.

“Don't worry doll, I was just getting a blanket for you. You seemed cold, I'd be a bad boyfriend if I didn't find a way to warm you up. Now let go so I can treat you like you deserve.”

You pull your boyfriend closer, almost pulling him down onto the couch.

“No blanket, you're hot enough.”

You hear him chuckle.

“I know.”

You barely open your eyes to look at Xyx, a pout on your face. Xyx laughs a little again then continues.

“I get what you meant but I have some work to do. I'll join you after that. For now, a blanket will have to do.”

You groan as you pull Xyx into the couch, making him your little spoon as you wrap your arms around him.

“Please, Peanut?”

You beg as you kiss the back of his neck, knowing how much he loves that nickname. You smile as you feel the blush creep up his neck and hear him whisper.

“Ok.”

first post ever oooo have some funnys

so i might have gotten into smth recently

the blooming is panicking

I have too much power in my hands.... >:3

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