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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

omg your first kiss fic made me swoon,,, thank you for that post! uhm about a request of mine, could you write for a male leaning genderfluid reader? the reader is afab, uses he/him pronouns but (sometimes) wears fem clothing (am i this obvious or am i just starved (╯▽╰ )) the reader asks xyx to cut their (long) hair, doesn't even care that he just chops it off bc it's so hard to maintain. reader and xyx are stuck in quarantine so the reader can't exactly go outside. please have a nice week! <3

Its not much but i think it short a sweet, i hope its enought to make you happy. i was unsure ho short you wanted the hair to get so i tied to leave it up to inteptaip but i might have fairled at that

Hope you enjoy

You hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with Xyx, even though you were in the same house, even though the two of you were always home, he was never able to give you time, so busy with work. You stood in the bathroom, trying to think out the best way to get rid of your hair, and still make it even enough. You'd been thinking for about ten minutes and you were nowhere. You sighed annoyed at yourself.

“What’re you sign about?”

Your boyfriend asked you jumped, scared by his sudden appearance.

“I- I was- am trying to cut my hair but it's hard to do it alone, can't really see what I'm doing.”

“I didn't realize you wanted to cut your hair.”

“Ye-ah I've wanted to chop it for a while, just- I wanted you to help but you haven't had the time so I decide id do it.”

“Well, id rather cut your hair than deal with my clients. “

He walks into the bathroom, grabbing the scissors.

“How much were you thinking you wanted off? This good?”

He held the scissors against your hair.

“More.”

He moves the scissors, looking in the mirror with a questioning look.

“More.”

He moves the scissor even more.

“Let's try that.”

As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he started snipping. It was comforting that he never made you think he didn't want you to cut his hair, no faces no questions, he just did what you wanted. He was always like that, whenever you talked to him about something you thought was important, he considered it very seriously. When you wore a skirt around him the first time he didn't question you except to ask.

“Is it comfy? it looks comfy as hell.”

When you talked to him about your gender and maybe explored some more he sat and listened, nothing remotely judgmental came from him. And know he was cutting off an inch of inches of hair, without a single question about.

“Why?”

“Are you sure?”

He didn't try and sway you with his reasons.

“It’s too pretty.”

“I like it.”

“I don't want you to have short hair.”

He just did as you asked.

“I was thinking… I've asked for the next few days off, I know we can't go out but I was wondering if you'd want to have a stay-at-home date?”

He leans down, blowing hair off your shoulder before whispering.

“You could get all dolled up, you could wear that new suit, or that skirt I love, oh what about that vest, Or-”

“If I let you keep going you'll name everything in my closet.”

He stands up moving to blow the hair off your other shoulder, whispering in that ear.

“You surprise me with how well you know me.”

He stands up again, grabbing the clippers he noticed were on the counter, you nodded in the mirror. He gets to work on the next step, the two of you stay quiet, pretty hard to hear each other with the clippers going. He turns the clippers off as he takes a look at what he's done so far, then looks at you through the mirror.

“Wooh. that one handsome fella.”

“What?”

“The person in the mirror?”

“You talking about yourself again?”

You tease.

“no, doll, though I appreciate the ego boost, I mean you. Just look at you, so beautiful.”

You blush at his teasing, he laughs before starting the clippers up again and cleaning up some spaces. When he finishes he dust of your head an body. He turns you around to look him in the face.

“The mirror doesn't do you justice, you look so handsome. And that haircut…”

He cuts himself off by kissing you.

“Whoever did this…”

His hand moves to behind your head, playing with the hair that remains.

“Deserves a date.”

He smirks at you as you lean in for another kiss. When he pulls away he rests his head on your forehead.

“I've missed you. Missed this. I'm sorry about work. I just, I want to be there for you but I'm always busy and -”

“I know- it's okay, you are always there when I need you, and that's enough.”

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.

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.”

my next WIP is part 2 of not your partner, so blooming panic fans should be happy

Wip Wednesday

Part two of, not my partner

" did you here the news"

" yeah, 3 months"

" why you so down?"

" 3 months"

" that's what he said. Seriously are you okay"

" we broke up 3 months ago"

' what"

" quest broke up.woth me 3 months ago"

" wait. You said it was mutual"

" I lied, I didn't want to tell people how.stupid I am

"Wow wow, your not stupid, things with you and quest didn't work out. That life."

"After I realized it wasn't romantic love I tried to fall in love with you, fake it till it came true when you started to plan a trip to visit me, I felt guilty, I knew I had to tell you before you spent all that money just to see a boyfriend who doesn't love you the way you thought he did. "

You stopped talking, looking down at your lap, you stared and your hand as it picked at your pants. Your stayed staring and picking as you added more

" that's what he said to me.Know you now how stupid i was.

Xyx sat on the other side of the screen, silent. It killed you, you  had to stop it

“ We were together for 11 months, almost a year. We broke up 3 months ago, and- according to quest, he got with his girlfriend also 3 months ago.”