#and xyx would be in the middle

[gifti3]

theyre all similar flavours but still different

[oyasuminto]

Bloomic dick anon here (I need a better name)

OKAY so

Bloomic boys as different goth sub styles? or just different alt styles in general? :3

🍒 anon (from now on!)

AWOOOOO

NakedToaster

I think Toasty would enjoy hippy goth fashion; long, loose, flowy clothes, the way some outfits make them feel like an elf in a tabletop adventure while still being lowkey, and the occasional pops of color.

nightowl

nightowl definitely idolized Misa Amane in middle school. You cannot convince me otherwise. I also fully believe he used that one goth-punk anime girl, you know the one as his pfp all the time.

Quest

Quest is a simple man, a simple man who honestly enjoys being a little boring. If he were to get into goth fashion, he'd be a corporate goth. He already owns black slacks, and black button-ups are cheap and can be worn just about anywhere!

xyx

xyx was honestly the most difficult one to categorize. I'm tentatively saying nu-goth. I think he'd like the fun prints, the 90s aesthetic, the more casual clothing options. Hell, he already owns a leather jacket that'd work perfectly!

[robobarbie]

Woke up in the middle of the night and thought of this question for BP: Would anything be really different in the routes/story if bloombot was extra strict on what personal info could and couldn’t be shared and made it so even someone’s face would be censored? So now video calls and pics of yourself just can’t happen/be shared whatsoever

i think the LIs that use their appearance as a sort of crutch at the beginning of the route (nightowl/xyx) would probably change. quest/toaster wouldn't shit much IMO

if nightowl can't hit you with the video call energy, he might be more laughy-jokey and less flirty on calls. like a friends-to-lovers type beat. for xyx, he'd probably lean MORE into the sexy voice and obliterate some hearts with some new lines, just for his own personal entertainment

[choocokookie]

Yahoo! How you doin?:D

NSFW

So so. Blooming panic LI's during their first time with more dominant top male reader. Like would they be shy or brats? Would it be intimate,planned out or just a quickie? Tbh i see Toasty be more on the sensitive side and i hc them as touch starved (idk I'm going feral over all of em)

ALSO NO PRESSURE IF U DONT FEEL COMFY/DONT WANT TO WRITE THIS

Ur first person i found that writes for Blooming panic nsfw and seems to be "active"(?) so WOOO

May i be 🐑 anon if that's okay?

Have a nice day/night:DD

Hello! I am glad that I recived this ask, it was really interesting to write about. I do like quite a lot first time scenarios, so, I dedicated myself quite a lot for it. I particulary see everyone being quite emotional when the subject is the first time with their S/O - well, less XYX (so basically, from the most intimate to the less intimate on the list: Toasty - Quest - Nightowl - XYX).

Anyways, I am glad you took interest in my little blog. I try my best to be the most active I can in Tumblr, but college keeps me busy most part of the time and I don't recive many asks. Well, hope you like it. Sorry for any mistakes, English isn't my first language. :)

PS: Sure you can be! Hope I can see you more oftenly around!

cw: male reader, explicit nsfw, brat sub, soft subs

minors dni

Right at the moment Nightowl was finally able to place his hands over you, he already knew for sure the effect you had over his heart. He knew plenty well how you were able to mess up even more his head, how you were able to make him stutter sentences with absolutely zero meaning, how you were able to make a carnal desire bloom inside his chest. All the man ever wanted was to have you over him, running your tough hands over his delicate silhouette, holding his waist as you fuck him like never before.

Everything starts with innocent gestures… the warm hands touching each other, sweet words that seduce you to be closer to your lover, some declarations of love. However, pretty soon such words start to become each time more lewd until a point that the blond haired one was shirtless, over your lap, kissing you like it is the last time both lips will be able to meet in such a cold night.

He wants so badly to be devoured by you… and it isn’t like he doesn’t let it clear enough. With his smile on lips, he doesn’t think twice before allowing soft chuckles out of his throat, amused by how handsome you look right now. His passionate brown eyes stare at you in such a sweet way, as he doesn’t think twice before asking if you enjoy the vision you are having or if he was too much for you to handle… but he didn’t know how much this sentence would cost.

Before he could realize, he was already under you, being fucked as he burry his face at the pillow of your guys’ bed. This feeling was so nice… it was so nice to feel so filled, to feel like he was finally all yours! It was so nice to finally feel so loved by you. His fingernails held into the blankets for his dear life as the pleasure took control of his whole body. He couldn’t avoid not letting out your name in a muttered moan every time you thrusted his insides… he was so glad to share such intimacy with you.

The movements of your hips against his is a delicious combination with the pervert touches you let all over his skin. The peace and strength of the thrusts were rough, something that the male enjoyed quite a lot… As you complimented him, Nightowl felt like any moment he could just combust in the middle of such an act… He is just so glad to be sharing such intimate moments with you.

Quest is the type of man who mostly cares about the ones around him… however, he might admit that whenever you kiss his lips and embrace him in a warm hug, he feels just so happy to have someone to take care of him as well. He enjoys quite a lot the intimacy he has with you… adoring kisses over his neck, your hands firmly gripping his muscles, sweet words of affirmation leaving your own lips. He just feels so loved by you.

Little by little, his clothes were ripped off from his body, leaving this man so vulnerable under you. He is not so used to that, but he just adores such comforting feelings your actions have over him. He feels cared, he feels like he finally found someone that he can rely on, someone that will always be with open arms, ready to shower him with the affection he lacked so much in his rough life.

As your body finally is able to fully explore his insides, the brunette man can not avoid locking his eyes with yours. For him, it is one of the purest demonstrations of intimacy, of passion towards the one who was fucking him in the moment. His large hands hold your back with delicacy and he gives you a sweet smile.

A slow peace is all he could ever ask, as well with the amount of care while you two are surrendering for each other's love. When you two became something special, he already expected to end up being at least a bit vulnerable to you, but he never imagined how much he would feel comfortable in your presence, how much he would love to be in such a position. He loved you, and above all, loved the pleasure that you were able to deliver in his mind.

He craves for more contact, to feel each second closer from the warmth that you carry on your body. Being simply so close to you means a lot to him, it is like a sign that you two are in love and nothing can break you two apart from now. He is so glad… he is so glad to be able to admire you with his diamond eyes, to feel completely satisfied with you loving him so deeply.

For Toasty, the most important thing in a relationship is the connection you have with your partner in a non-sexual way… But they could never deny that for them, the bond that an intimate moment carries is quite strong. So, when you two are alone in the bedroom and nothing else is there to stop the touch of your bodies together, your poor lover is quite nervous. They can not avoid it… as much it may somehow feel silly, for them sex is in fact a big deal.

However, once you kiss his neck softly and whisper near his ears that everything is fine and he doesn’t need to worry, he seems to relax at least a little. Surely, it is not able to completely erase his tense posture, however, just the fact that he was going to be in your hands was already enough. He trusts you, he truly does.

Slowly, he finally surrenders to such lewd touches and becomes one with you. Locking your fingers together, his body aches and he allows sweet wimpers to get out from his bitten lips. It is a weird sensation he is never going to be able to fully get used to, but despite that detail, he didn’t think it was a bad feeling… he enjoyed it quite a lot.

Fixing their hair out of the way of their gorgeous face, you started to move in the moment he gave you the green flag to keep fucking them. Throwing their head back, they tried their best to keep his voice down and keep his breathing regular, which is an impossible task. Just the way you are able to seduce them, the way you were able to satisfy all the primal wishes they had inside their primal mind… this was so much for this poor man.

Even though he was adoring this sensation of belonging to you. Drowning completely in the pleasure and passion that both of you were sharing, a smile bloomed over his mouth as he whispered quietly, just like he was worried about anyone else hearing it: “I love you”...

XYX isn’t the type of man who enjoys following rules whenever he is outside of work, he is more of the relaxed type of man… which sometimes can drive you quite crazy. He has no respect towards the “authority figure” you try to be in your guys’ relationship, being a provocative guy who doesn’t think twice before being a little brat when you two are together. However, sooner or later such a behavior would end up being corrected by you.

The brunette is under you, with that damn smile over his thick lips… that smile that teases you, that makes you just wanna destroy it as soon as possible. Your boyfriend is so tricky… but everything was fine, after all, you knew exactly what you needed to do with him. More specifically: you knew what to do when he was with his ass on the air, craving your more of that touch you had to offer him.

He should have known you wouldn’t be fair with him after all he did to you… but how could he avoid it? You were so cute with that angry expression decorating your face, doll. But now, he was ready to pay for such actions - and being completely honest, being in such a position wasn’t something that displeased the man. For some unknown reason, the idea of being dominated by you in a rough way sounded quite hot for this man.

When you finally started to properly hold him, strongly holding his body with your hands, it was like nothing else mattered. The intensity of the movements your hips were doing were able to satisfy all wishes XYX had, making his whole head get overwhelmed with such a feeling. The moans were impossible to contain anymore, however, something that remained over his face was his smile… that fucking smile who seemed like it was mocking of the whole situation. You were ready to rip it off from his face, to make his eyes tear with the pleasure you would bring today.

It would be a truly remarkable first time between you two, a moment where nothing else mattered besides making such a brat pay for his action… It was time to destroy with the mind of your lover like it was never destroyed before.

[xyxofspades]

You’ve all fallen right into my trap like fish to a line with a worm on a hook >:}

Aphmau kidnapped relocated Donna from a poorly placed village in the middle of the sea flooded with… sea. She did this to save Donna from drowning but I think perhaps Donna wasn’t drowning. Nobody was drowning.

If this universe contains elves and demons- are mermaids such a far stretch? Fishy fish people swimming around off the coast of Phoenix Drop? But Xyx- If Donna was a mermaid wouldn’t she die on land? I propose a counter argument:

Amphibians

Who’s to say these “mermaids” cannot be amphibious? OR Marine mammals like whales who need to come to the surface for air. I think amphibious is a much better direction though so they could stay up on land.

My headcanon is that they have gills that they need to keep wet every so often much like how some eels can stay on land for several hours as long as their skin is wet to absorb the oxygen through it. I usually draw Donna with fins under her sleeves but in the lil comic I did up there she doesn’t have them. I could make up an excuse and say they’re retractable but I actually just forgot. Teehee.

But hey, isn’t Donna from O’Khasis? Correct you are! However if Logan can become a werewolf and Laurence can become a cat boy what’s stopping Donna from becoming a fish? OR O’Khasis is a coastal territory, meaning it’s fully possible Donna was always a fish.

I really like the idea of Phoenix Drop being this massive melting pot of people and everyone has something that kinda weird about them but they all live in such a casual manner no one really bats an eye at it except Aphmau bc I think it’s funny to have at minimum one person who’s losing their marbles over it. Option two was Dante, but only for the first two months he was in town. After than he got pretty used to their antics.

I would LOVE to get started on how I think different types of magicks affects the magicks users bodies and causes them to contort and mutate from their base selves to better house the magicks and how all magicks is essentially a parasitic force that isn’t necessarily good or bad, but it’s all about how the user utilizes them whether it’s a true parasite or more of a symbiosis but uhhhh I’ve already written a lot. Anyway

✨Fish Donna✨

Donna has gills

In today's essay I will speak about the reality of fish Donna, chapter one-

[mrsedogawaranpo]

Pairing: NakedToaster/Reader, Nightowl/Reader, Quest/Reader, Xyx/Reader [Separate Scenarios]

AN: Bloomic men giving blowjobs. 

NakedToaster:

Toaster looked beyond embarrassed to be doing this.

You had told them there was no pressure, that it was just a suggestion and that you’d be perfectly happy to go without but… There had been a determined look in their eyes when they saw how turned on you really were. They had licked their lips before carefully lowering themselves between your legs, glancing up again to see you were staring. They looked over to the bed at a pillow and you took the hint, holding it over your face so you weren’t tempted to stare when they didn’t want to be watched.

That would have to be for another time.

Toaster was already devising a plan in their head, on how they could get you hard and push you to the brink before suddenly stopping. And before the mood could be ruined they would sit on your lap, arms wrapped around you as they asked for you to fuck them (they hoped the gaming chair could take a decent bit of weight but they knew from previous… sexual incidents that the limit wouldn’t be pushed because of you two). The thought of your cock sliding inside them, hot and hard, it made their own dick twitch in their pants. They started to touch themselves as well, unable to hold themselves back, moaning as you bucked your hips up into their mouth.

“Toasty, c’mhere…” You pulled them up before their plan had even started, hands gripping their ass tightly, “I can’t wait any longer.”

“T-That’s fine but not near the computer—Hey!” They’re surprised as you lifted them up, legs wrapping around your middle to make it a bit easier on you.

“What? You said not near the computer, I was just doing what you wanted.” You grinned at them as you gently placed them down on the bed, careful not to lean on their hair. “Your lips looked extra beautiful wrapped around my cock, dear, but it’s even prettier when I can kiss you all I want.”

Nightowl:

You loved the look on Nightowl’s face as he looked up at you with complete reverence.

One of your favorite messages from him had been ‘I’m obsessed with ur cock’ and he had proven the statement to be true every time you came over, on his knees in seconds before you. He tugged impatiently at your pants and opened his mouth with a sparkle in his eye, the ends of his lips quirking up as you place the tip of your dick on his tongue. He’s an expert with his tongue, something you learned the first night you spent together, feeling it swirl and lick. His hands reached up to grab at your thighs, squeezing the tender flesh as he took as much of your cock in his mouth as he could.

He’s already imagining what it’ll be like to be pinned beneath you on his plush bed, gasping and groaning as you thrust into him with a vicious pace. He always loved it hard and fast, but he loved it even more when you took your time with him. Dragging your cock along his ass, teasing his entrance by pushing the head of your dick against it and refusing to do more until he begged for it.

Nightowl was never above begging, not when it was for you.

He fought back the need to cough as your come shot down the back of his throat, sucking you until you were dry and pulling away. The string of saliva and come mixed together connecting his mouth to your dick made your cock twitch, wishing you could fuck his throat again but knowing you wanted to take care of him first.

“On the bed.” He listened to your demand without another word, sending you a flirty look as he threw himself backwards onto said bed, legs dangling over the edge. He spread his legs before you even asked, sliding his pants off but you stopped him before he got to his underwear.

“Why?” He pouted, “My dick wants to be freee!”

“He’ll be free, hush.” You kissed his dick through the cloth of his pants, looking up at him with a smile. “But I want to toy with you a little first~”

Quest:

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

But Quest wouldn’t let you, the roleplay you had set up had required a ‘no strings attached’ type relationship and he was determined to follow it. You don’t think you could even pretend to be emotionally detached from him but he demanded it, a serious look in his bright blue eyes. Use him, fuck his mouth, you had to acquiesce to this stranger’s request.

You held either side of his head and guided him down on your cock, shoving yourself inside as deep as you could go until Quest’s eyes grew teary. You almost second guessed this but he didn’t give you the signal that he wanted to stop, his eyes fluttering closed so you didn’t keep getting distracted. You started a steady pace as you held him in place, your heart stuttering in your chest as lewd noises filled the room. It was almost too scandalous for you to take but Quest was too goddamn sexy for you to stop facefucking him.

There was something sexy about having your partner use you for pleasure, Quest had never thought about it before now but in the moment, when he was horny, he wanted you to use him. He wanted to know that he could make you feel good in ways that other people could never dream of, that when you saw something sexual you thought of him over anyone else. Of course, you were in a committed relationship so you did actually think of him before everyone else, but still. It was just… It was hard to explain, but at least you were understanding.

He drank down every last drop of come you gave, swallowing like a good boy and looking up at you with a dazed smile.

“I… Love you very much, Quest,” You offered your hand and helped him stand, wiping some drool off the side of his mouth. “Is there anything else you’d like me to do to you?”

“…I have a few more things in mind, if you’re willing to listen.”

Xyx:

You should’ve known getting a blowjob from Xyx would go like this.

A man talented with his mouth, that was for sure, but he was just as infuriating in the server as he was in real life. Your hands were quite literally tied, your legs spread as Xyx had sat himself comfortably between them. It was doing slow, lazy swirls around your sensitive tip, even more sensitive when he took his mouth off to blow on it lightly. When you made a comment that it wasn’t a candle he let out a laugh, grinning up at you.

“Impatient, love?” Xyx’s tone was teasing but you could see the lust in his eyes as he looked at you; he had been the one to practically rip your pants off once you had gotten home from work. It had been a while since you were both in the mood, he had been through a rough patch at work, but things were starting to even out again… Which also meant he was willing to fuck you any time, any place, as long as you’d let him.

“I can’t help—Fuck!” Your head is thrown back at the sudden sensation of Xyx’s warm, wet mouth completely covering your cock suddenly, “God, Xyx!”

“Why are you calling for God when I’m already here?” You groaned in frustration as he goes back to slow steady licks along your shaft, “I think that deserves a punishment~”

There was no such thing as mercy when Xyx was involved, and you didn’t want it any other way.

[kaorisun]

can we please have a continuation of the one sided mutual pining PLEASE I OWE YOU MY LIFE

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. finally confessing

read part one ; here!

characters included ; nightowl, quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, onionthief, june

tags ; fluff, confessions, getting together

author’s note ; anon!! you owe me nothing!! I’m happy to write the continuation! Side note; ahhh I’m back in university and spring break is over, but fret not! I will still aim for a post a day or every other day!! I will still be feeding you all! Enjoy the fluff!! <3

NIGHTOWL —

— Nightowl sighed as he logged on to the server the next morning. He’d spent the entire night crying— he was exhausted. Physically. Mentally— everything. Even though he knew it’d hurt knowing he was just a friend, he still wanted to talk to you. He wanted so badly to hear you say good morning— to get into a call with you and to see your face. It always made him feel better.

— However, instead he was met with countless pings and private messages when he finally went online— asking where he was and if he was okay. He was confused— did everyone really miss him that much? Missing a call wasn’t exactly out of character for him. What he didn’t know was that on the group call the night previous, you had confessed to all of your friends that you liked Nightowl when they’d inquired as to why you’d been so upset at his absence. The rest of the server knew that Nightowl liked you and was mulling over it, so the confirmation was enough for them to spring into action.

— After he read through the messages, he only had more questions than answers. What was so important that they needed to tell him? Why were they so adamant that it had to happen as soon as possible? He was confused. He glanced at the texts from the morning, seeing you in a call with June. He decided that whatever it was, one of you would tell him, right?

— He sighed. What if it wasn’t good news? Well, it was important either way, so he figured he’d join in and find out. No use in putting it off, so joined the call with you and June.

— “— And that’s when I knew he liked you, too. Did you not see that?” He heard June mention and he froze. Did someone else like you? June said ‘liked you, too—‘ was it mutual? It made his heart fall, but he forced a smile.

— “Mornin’ guys! What was… so important about last night that I missed?” He questioned and June visibly jumped, her eyes widening at realizing that he’d joined the call in the middle of her sentence.

— “Ah, good luck (y/n)! I’ve gotta run!” June chided and quickly left the call. Nightowl paused and raised an eyebrow, looking at you as you let out a long sigh, shaking your head affectionately at June’s antics, apologizing for her hastiness in leaving.

— “Soooo… what’s this news about? Is it about the person you like? So? Who is it?” He asked with a false playfulness. In truth, the conversation hurt more than anything, but he wanted to be supportive of you. He didn’t want you to see his upset or jealousy. Not after you’ve been so kindhearted to him. You laughed, though. A real, bright laughter that made your eyes sparkle. Did you like this person that much? Had he… lost his chance?

— “It’s a funny situation, actually. I thought it wasn’t mutual. June was just telling me about how it was and how oblivious I’ve been being.” You spoke with a soft fondness. He only felt worse— was it someone else in the server? Had you gotten close to someone else without him realizing? He needed answers—

— “Ooooh! Someone in the server? Who? You have to tell me!” He insisted. He’d be supportive regardless— he had to be. You smiled softly, and looked at him.

— “You, of course. I didn’t realize you liked me all this time. I’ve liked you for a while now.” You stated and his face flushed. Wait. Wait. It was…

— “W-Wait— you like me? When? How? Wait— ah yes, of course I like you too, I just— never realized.” Nightowl stumbled over his words, worlds of happiness and relief washing over him as he covered his face. He smiled sheepishly as tears fell from his eyes. You gave a concerned look behind the screen.

— “Nightowl— are you okay? Why are you crying?” You asked softly and he looked up, giving a bright smile.

— “I’m just really happy and really relieved. I was so scared that you didn’t like me. Thank you for choosing me. I appreciate it.” He chided, wiping his tears away. His heart was full. You liked him— you always had. You were both just completely oblivious to it.

— “So— when can I meet you?” Nightowl asked with a loving gaze.

QUEST —

— Quest sighed as he logged in the next evening. Once again, you were offline. You likely hadn’t come back from work quite yet, so he was left waiting for you once more. He felt disappointed and a bit regretful. You had sent messages, asking if he was alright— saying that you missed having your nightly call with him. You’d also expressed quite quickly after that that you weren’t upset or anything— just that you hoped he was alright and you missed him. He chuckled softly. Cute. You always worried incessantly. He loved that you were always so willing to listen and help others. It was a bittersweet thought. He loved everything about you, but he couldn’t be with you. You were far out of his grasp.

— He shook the thoughts from his head and read through the backlogs of the chat for a bit before noticing that Lady had messaged that she would sit in the call channel alone, asking anyone who came online to come and entertain her. He shrugged, figuring that it’d be a good way to pass time until you came online. He joined the call.

— “Finally! I was getting bored in this ghost town! How are you, Quest? Why the glum look? Sad that your angel isn’t online?” Lady teased with a small smirk and Quest felt his face flush, stuttering for a moment before taking a deep breath.

— “Does everyone in the server know about that?” Quest muttered and looked at her. She snickered and smiled.

— “About your crush? Yeah, everyone knows. Well, aside from (y/n). They’re not the type to pick up on that sort of thing easily.” Lady mused and Quest chuckled. Of course. You were far too concerned with others to even consider that someone would be head over heels for you. Selfless, as per usual. He let out a soft sigh at the thought and Lady quirked a brow in curiosity.

— “I’m in over my head, aren’t I, Lady? I really do like them, but they treat me like everyone else. I mean— how do you even tell if someone feels that way for you? Am I even enough for them?” He questioned softly and Lady gaped at him before shaking her head.

— “Wait wait wait— backtrack— Quest. First off, you’re a complete catch. Secondly, they do not treat you like everyone else! Have you never realized that?” Lady questioned in disbelief. Quest gave her a confused expression, a silent question of ‘what do you mean?’ written all over his face. Lady let out a loud laugh.

— “Wow— it’s no wonder you both haven’t gotten together yet! I thought they were dense, but looks like you both are. Quest, have you never noticed that you’re the only person that actually knows what they look like? What they sound like? Everyone else has tried getting them in a call to no avail. When we asked them why you get special treatment, they respond the same way! ‘Quest is special, so he gets special treatment.’ They like you, you know!” Lady insisted and Quest’s eyes widened. How had he not realized that? He was about to respond before he heard someone join the call, soon hearing you chide in a greeting. Lady smirked, leaving the call right after.

— “Huh. I figured she’d at least wait for me to turn on my camera. She’s been adamant on finding out what I look like.” You murmured before shrugging. Quest looked at you, smiling before finally processing everything Lady had told him. Wow. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t seen it before. Maybe he’d been too far in his own head and insecurity regarding it all that he’d ignored the obvious signs.

— “It’s nice to see you, angel. Sorry for missing our call last night. As for Lady, she’s just giving us privacy. So, how long have you liked me for?” He asked curiously and you looked at him with wide eyes before laughing.

— “You found out? I’ve liked you for a long time now. I was gonna confess on this call— but I guess I don’t have to. I was supposed to do it last night, but you’d logged off by then.” You explained to him and he laughed a bit.

— “Well, I do like you too. It’s mutual, angel. And after waiting so long to realize this, I’m not gonna wait any longer. Will you be mine?” He asked and you smiled at him and nodded.

— “Quest, I’ve always been yours. We’re just making things official now.”

XYX —

— Xyx was sitting on a call with Toasty, complaining once more about his worries and concerns regarding how you felt about him. Did you think he flirted with everyone? Did you see him as some sort of player— would you even give him a chance if he asked? Toasty just have a small noise of acknowledgment and Xyx sighed.

— “You’re hardly listening, right? I’m having an obvious crisis here, Toaster!” Xyx insisted in a playful, yet dramatic tone. Toasty let out a soft groan and rolled his eyes, staring at the second screen in front of him before glancing over at Xyx through the camera.

— “In my defense, I have this same conversation twice without fail every time you two call. It’s only natural that after a while I’d get way too used to it. You’re both so dense.” Toasty muttered and Xyx just paused. What did he mean? He knew that you and Toasty called often— but he always assumed it was because you liked him, not Xyx. Had he been completely off? He was confused.

— “What exactly do you mean by that? Twice? I can hardly believe that.” Xyx stated and Toasty rolled his eyes a bit before looking right at him through the screen.

— “Xyx. They call me complaining about the same thing. They question whether or not you like them, not to mention they constantly chicken out of confessing to you. Anyone in the server can easily tell that you two like each other aside from you both, apparently. And I just so happen to be caught in the middle of it. I wanted to let you two figure it out yourselves, but I figure it’s probably better if I tell you now before you combust completely.” Toasty explained and leaned his head on his hand. Xyx deadpanned. This whole time… you felt the same way— you were questioning if he liked you? He laughed, relief settling into him as he shook his head.

— “This whole time, huh? They’ve… well. Sorry for unintentionally dragging you between this, Toasty. I have a call to make.” Xyx insisted. Toaster wished him good luck before he hung up, calling you up immediately after when he noticed you were online.

— “Hm? What’s up, Xyx?” You questioned as you looked at him. He just gave a knowing smirk and admired you for a second before humming playfully.

— “I heard through my most trusted sources that someone talks about me a lot. And that someone has a bit of a crush on me.” Xyx teased and your eyes widened before you laughed.

— “I should’ve figured that Toasty would tell you at some point. So? Does the legendary Xyx want to tell me his response? Or am I gonna be left in waiting?” You responded with a small smile of your own. He chuckled before giving you a sincere smile, warmth and happiness etched into his features.

— “Can’t even let me build up a bit of suspense? That’s fine. I like you— a lot. Romantically. Honestly I thought you didn’t feel the same for the longest time. I’m.. relieved? Happy. That you feel the same.” Xyx said softly and you smiled at him, giving a fond and loving expression that he absolutely melted under.

— “When you look at me like that it really makes me wonder how I didn’t notice it sooner.” Xyx mumbled. You let out a soft laugh before Cat jumped up on Xyx’s desk, causing him to laugh.

— “I know, Cat! We finally worked things out!” You chimed to the feline on screen. Xyx pulled Cat into his arms before looking at you through the screen and giving a small smirk.

— “Yes and now there’s the next step. You just have to come down and see me! I don’t think I could wait any longer.” Xyx admitted with an adoring expression. You have a smile and nodded. Of course you would. You both waited so long just for this, after all.

NAKEDTOASTER —

— Toasty sighed after finishing playing FFVIX for the day. He glanced over at the server, noticing that it was still running rampant with messages from all of the members. He became curious, heading into the general chat. Toasty groaned at the amount of backlog— soon opting to join the call that you had been in with Xyx and Nightowl instead, hoping that you three would fill him in on what happened.

— A part of him felt nervous. What could it have been? Did you find out he liked you? Did you get with someone else in server? He had no idea what it could’ve been. He distantly wondered if the server was at risk because of BloomBot again— but knew that she was no longer like that anymore, satisfied as long as she could keep creating on her own. Besides, BloomBot would’ve just called him if it was important— so then, what was it? Once he joined the call, he was met with a brief silence before Xyx spoke up.

— “Quick! He hasn’t read the backlog! Delete all of your messages!” Xyx joked playfully and you burst out in laughter along with Nightowl.

— “Oh nooo! There’s too many! We’ll never make it in time!” Nightowl chided and Toasty narrowed his eyes at both of them.

— “Hey! Rude. There’s hundreds of messages, though. It’s a little overwhelming to try reading everything. Here I was hoping someone would just catch me up to speed on what was so important. Did the server act up or something?” Toasty questioner idly. Xyx smirked and looked at him.

— “Oh no, this is a far more romantic topic. (y/n)? I think Nightowl and I should leave you to catch our dear friend up on the events of the past few hours. Have fun~!” Xyx teased before leaving the call, Nightowl following in suit. Toasty felt his face flush— romantic topic? So you had found out? He looked at you nervously and let out a shaky sigh.

— “I’m guessing you found out, then? That I like you, I mean. Look you don’t have to feel the same! There’s no.. obligation or anything.” Toasty murmured. You just sat there dumbfounded for a few moments before smiling, leaning back in your own chair. He was confused, but stayed silent and let you speak.

— “No, I didn’t know that. Actually, what happened was that Xyx found out I liked you and spilled that to the entire server. I figured he might— but I had no idea you felt the same.” You explained and Toasty felt his chest tighten in pure happiness. You liked him? Everyone was pinging him because it was mutual and they wanted him to know— he’d been sulking for hours on his game when he could’ve just taken a glance and found out the truth?

— “Wow, I had no idea—! I usually don’t… pick up on this sort of thing as easily as everyone else. How long?” He asked with a shy smile. You returned the gesture before humming for a moment as you thought.

— “Honestly? The first time you opened up to me in person a few months ago. It felt… nice to be trusted like that. I started realizing that I felt so much more for you than I cared to admit at the time.” You expressed and Toasty hid his face for a moment before laughing softly.

— “Wow, that long? Yeah, um— me too. It’s been a long time now… wow. I’m so relieved. So so happy. Does this mean that we’re—?” He asked quietly, his voice trailing off.

— “Yes, Toasty. This means we’re together. I’m more than happy to be yours considering that you’ve had my heart for a while now. Cute that you asked, though.” You commented casually and he blushed and shook his head.

— “You think I’m cute..? Jeez, you have too much of an effect on me. Well! Now that we figured this out, wanna come over, maybe? I think it’d be nice to get affection from you that isn’t platonic… plus I really need to know that this is real.” Toasty explained and you gave him an affectionate smile. He was your boyfriend. Of course you wanted to make him happy and finally be with him in person as partners, not friends.

— “I’ll be there in an hour. Wait for me?” You asked softly.

— “I’ve been waiting for months now. I can handle another hour. I’ll see you soon.” Toasty said with a smile.

ONIONTHIEF —

— Onion was sat with you in a call while you both studied. It was silent, but comfortable, merely enjoying one another’s company while you both worked. You kept each other on track, helped with any lingering questions and took breaks when you’d been going on too long. At first, he was hesitant to the idea, but gave in soon after. You were his soft spot, though he’d never admit that outright.

— He glanced at you on the screen, noticing you staring off into space. You’d been like that for the past few minutes, distracted, unable to work. He sighed, placing his pencil down and setting his work aside.

— “Let’s take a break. Ten minutes, that’s it. I can tell you’re not focusing.” Onion mentioned and you gave a sheepish smile and glanced away for a moment.

— “Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work.” You murmured and he shook his head.

— “Don’t worry about it. It’s about due time for a break anyways. So, what is it? What’s on your mind? You should talk about it. If you don’t, you’ll just end up losing focus again. So tell me, what is it that has you so distracted?” He questioned, putting up an unfazed front. He had do so you wouldn’t worry, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t curious. You were a diligent worker— usually never distracted when studying. What was it that had you so lost in your own thoughts? Did you get with someone? Did you like someone? It was a distant, bitter thought, but he had to be supportive regardless. You didn’t see him as a romantic interest. He had to accept that.

— “Well… I had a conversation with Nightowl and June about dating the other day. I guess my head’s still a little lost thinking about it.” You admitted and Onion nodded in understanding. Of course. He knew the day would come.

— “Did those two say something? Don’t mind them they… try to be helpful, but they don’t always realize that not everyone wants their advice or appreciates it. Disregard whatever it is, I’m sure they were only trying to be helpful in their own way.” Onion stated with a blank expression. You shook your head.

— “No no, they didn’t say anything mean. They were just trying to help me with my situation! I like someone in the server, but I have no idea what their stance on romance is. It’s… complicated.” You explained and Onion felt a sting. He knew you’d find someone else, but someone he knew? That hurt even more. It felt like… you were choosing someone else over him. Though it wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t as if he made the feelings known. He went through the possibilities in his head— who could it be?

— “Regardless of who it is, I’m sure they like you. You’re intelligent, good to talk to, and you’re nice. Either way, why don’t you just directly ask them? It won’t do you any favors to keep running around in circles for answers when you could just get the answer by asking.” Onion mentioned. You seemed to relax at the advice, nodding in agreement. He looked away. He wished it was him.

— “Okay, so what’s your opinion on dating, Onion?” You questioned. Onion hummed for a moment before looking at you.

— “I’ll date someone I find to be compatible with me, only if they’re taking it serio- wait…” The realization slowly dawned on him. You asking him that question insinuated that— there’s no way. You gave a small smile, your face flushed slightly red as he realized and he looked at you.

— “Were you talking about me? You like… me? Really?” Onion questioned, his serious tone wavering slightly in disbelief. You liked him? How had he not seen that? Did he miss obvious signs? He could’ve sworn—

— “Yeah… I’ve liked you for a while now. Why do you think I always pay you so much special attention? I like spending time with you.” You stated directly. Your tone was sincere. He knew that you were being truthful and he felt his heart warm, cracking a small smile.

— “Lucky for you, it’s mutual. I like you too. I just always figured you’d pick someone with more… charm.” Onion admitted and you laughed a bit.

— “You have your own charm, Onion. You’re supportive and you care for me, even if it’s not direct. You always make sure I take breaks, help me stay on task, praise me for my work… it means a lot. So? Does this mean you’ll be my boyfriend?” You asked with a small smile. He couldn’t help it, giving a genuine, soft smile as he looked at you.

— “Yes. I’d gladly be your boyfriend. Thank you for telling me directly. I thought I’d be better at picking up on the signs.” Onion mentioned, admiring you as he fully processed that wow. It was mutual this whole time. You chose him— admired him in the same way he did with you.

— “Awe, you should smile more! It’s cute.” You said in a lighthearted, teasing tone. Onion felt his face flush slightly and shook his head.

— “Hey! Enough of that. Ten minutes is up. Focus on your work.” He insisted and your laughter died down, slowly getting back into your work. He stared at you for a moment, unable to keep a smile off of his face as he soon went back to his own work. He could hardly focus, but for once, maybe that was a good thing. Something he could fully welcome.

— After all, even before you were his, he always had the biggest soft spot for you.

JUNE —

— June awoke the next morning and logged into the server, wishing a bright good morning to you, a small smile on her face as she did. She still felt a little bittersweet doing so. How long would she be able to do this? How long could she live in the bliss of not having to worry? How long until you had a partner and she had to finally accept that you wouldn’t be hers?

— When you responded with a brief greeting, along with a request to call, she felt her heart drop. You insisted it was urgent. Was she already too late? Was it already time for her to accept reality and move on? She was scared— but she couldn’t be a bad friend and be unsupportive. That’d only leave you questioning why and then you’d figure it out. She’d risk losing you completely if that happened, so she took a deep breath and nodded to herself. She could do this! She glanced at your icon, alone in the voice channel before finally joining.

— “Hey! What’s up, (y/n)? What happened?” She asked curiosity, but fear brewed in the pit of her stomach, worried as to what it could possibly be. You fidgeted a bit, glancing at her every so often before sighing and looking at her.

— “I was typing up a paragraph last night to tell you something, but then I decided that I wanted to just. Tell you over call instead. It would be easier if I did it this way, y’know? But… seeing you now makes me nervous.” You admitted with a soft smile and she couldn’t help but return it. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if she could see you this happy. Even if she wasn’t the one causing it, even if it hurt— it would be worth it.

— “You can tell me anything! I’m here for you!” June chided. It was still bitter for her— still painful and upsetting, but how could she be anything but supportive when you looked so… happy. Adoration was present in your eyes. She could tell. She couldn’t be the reason that look vanished.

— “Thanks, Junebug. I appreciate it. Okay. Okay here goes— June. I like you. I’ve had the biggest crush on you for ages. Seeing you get so passionate when you talk— watching your cute expression when you get really into a drawing— hearing you laugh and smile when we talk— everything. I love everything about you. I wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend.” You expressed with a fond smile and June was taken completely aback, her heart pounding loudly in her ears and her face flushing red. She was shocked— that adoration in your expression was because of her? You loved her? You chose her despite all of her imperfections? She felt tears prick her eyes, relieved, elated— and so madly in love.

— “Yes! Yes of course! I’d love to— I had no idea you felt the same, (y/n). I’m so happy. I never thought you’d like me.” June rambled for a bit, laughing and smiling, questioning how she’d missed that entirely. You liked her. She was yours and you were hers— and the sound of the phrase your girlfriend paired with her name was a symphony to her ears.

— “I thought I was being obvious, but I’m really happy that you feel the same. I’m shocked you hadn’t realized it. I always showered you in compliments— paid special attention to you… everyone else in the server picked up on it pretty quickly.” You admitted and June gave a soft expression.

— “Maybe I’m just better at dissecting fictional romance. Not so much when it comes to the real thing. But that’s okay! I’m glad you confessed. I’m glad things worked out.” June insisted with a smile. From there, you both talked a lot more. Questions of when you two would be able to meet, what you’d do— everything.

— And June was so happy. She felt lucky that you chose her and even if she felt a little undeserving, you were there to remind her.

— She deserved the absolute best. And you planned to be just that and more for her.

[ivyruins]

since you can probably relate xD can I req li's + onion reaction to mc quitting their job?

a/n: I recieved this when I was still working!! but i can do it now since I've officially quit!!! >:)) a short lil reaction since I haven't written anything for a while c:

initially, nightowl is ecstatic. finally, you're quitting your stupid job! you don't have to work long hours anymore and you can finally rest. maybe even pull all-nighters with him! he expressed his excitement in vc and chat everytime, telling you how happy he was that you were doing this.

but on one of those nights he just lays down and looks at the ceiling to contemplate life, it hits him like a shit ton of bricks. you're quitting your job? do you have another job that could help you? you mentioned you don't live with your family anymore -- how were you going to pay your bills? your taxes? what if you didn't have access to the internet and one day logged out of the server forever? he immediately goes online to spam ping you, wanting to know if you at least had a back up plan. now he's really anxious.

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you would have to reassure quest a bunch of times. he hates that your job overworks you, of course. and is he happy you're quitting? definitely. he'd throw a party if he could. but he can't help but worry; would you be okay?

quest himself had a hard time getting the job he currently has due to his record, so he probably worries the most out of everyone. though, no matter if you decided to quit because of personal reasons, or other, he is there to support you all the way. he wouldn't force you to take a new job. heck, he'd probably ask toasty to remove the censor so he could send you money so you don't have to work any more. (when he said that, you laughed and told him how very "discord mod" of him to do that. he doesn't understand)

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toasty probably was the one who wrote the resignation letter for you. even before you quit; they just had it in their folder on their desktop. just in case. when you mention to them that you're thinking of quitting, toast already copied and pasted the letter in your private chat. and you could only gape in amusement.

toast supports you 100%. they know you're rational and wouldn't leave if you knew it would be bad for you. day after day your vcs with them would always include you complaining about work, and they knew it was only a matter of time before you quit. you find it adorable how it was them who ended up reassuring you that it would be okay instead of the other way around.

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you tell xyx in a call. just dropped the bomb and said, "I'm quitting my job." out of the blue in the middle of a pause in the conversation. you expected him to be surprised. wanted him to be surprised, for once. but instead, he just hummed and continued the conversation.

no surprise that xyx would catch on and tease you by not giving you the reaction you wanted. he smirked, and you can see cat climbing on the shelf behind him, "considering my offer as my secretary, doll?"

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onion is assured. like toasty, he knows you. you're smart, so he knows (or at the least, hopes) this decision was carefully thought through. and that you had a backup job, or money to keep you going until you get a new one.

despite that, though, he'd still be sure to ask you. let's you know and reassures you that if you ever need help with anything you could always ask him. he'd also probably send you money as well. hey, he worked all those jobs to support his family -- and you're his family too, you know?

[duskthevampqueen]

Their Hands

Head canons for the Blooming Panic LI's hands!

Nightowl’s hands are on the smaller side, but they’re proportional with his body. They're on the more slender side, and he likes them that way as it makes them seem less small. He takes care of his nails beautifully, his black nail polish done perfectly when it's done. He occasionally takes off the nail polish to clear his nails better, revealing they're naturally slightly pointed despite their slightly shorter length. Owl would always be careful with his nails, knowing how easily they could scratch. He had multiple times where he would go to scratch his skin somewhere and end up with scratch marks that would last a week. He smiles when you ask if you can do his nail polish for him, placing his hand in yours, saying "You could've just asked if you wanted to hold my hand, cutie." You take your time, holding his hand to admire it, and he melts inside from how adoring you are. You eventually start painting his nails, picking your favorite color.

Quest's hands are large, and blocky. He doesn't like them very much because of his past, back when they used to cause harm or damage. He feels they aren't pretty, or ideal, or anything like that. He avoids looking at them for too long, for similarity to his face, they had scars. Some were thin and barely there, barely being able to tell there was a scar at all. Some were large and had sharp edges, the lighter skin of them showing off his past. He knew they were heavy, too, always being careful not to hold your hand too tightly or to keep the weight of his hand lighter on your head. When you take one of his hands while he was reading a book beside you on the couch, he gets nervous at seeing how you were studying them. Your fingers were tracing a couple of the scars, and it made his heart beat quick in anxiety, before you leaned down and started pressing your lips to each of his knuckles. His heart is still beating quickly now, but now in a feeling of being loved.

Toast's hands are very big, he feels they're too big, but tries not to let that get to him since it allows him to type and code a tad bit better. Their hands are on the boney side, their knuckles jutting ever so slightly on their fingers, just barely noticeable. He would noticed whenever he had been typing that he might be typing really harshly, as his finger tips would be a bit more red than usual, or that his hands would start cramping. They would take pauses in between, eventually pick up their glass – or more likely, a can of an energy drink – and take a drink, making the glass look tiny in comparison. You once came in on one of their breaks, wondering why they were just staring at the screen while shaking their hands. "Oh my hands cramp sometimes." You easily came over to his side, picking up one of his hands and gently starting to massage it. He protested at first, turning bright red, but then allowed you to do so.

If you asked Xyx what he thought about his hands, he would raise an eyebrow, answer with a confused "normal?" before realizing and teasing you for staring at his hands while he worked. He had to think about it deeper when you eventually left, glancing at his hands. He had a callus on the middle finger of his right hand, right where he would hold his pencils or pens too tightly, writing too strongly in his job. He also had a couple small scars here and there, from when he would go on his daring adventures and land oddly with his hands scraping on something. He sometimes wished he could get rid of the scars, get rid of the imperfections, but with time he has accepted they would forever be a part of him. He occasionally wore gloves, but they were mainly fingerless ones, allowing him to forget about most of the imperfections. The callus, he liked to think of it more as a… show of how hard he worked. When you came back to him in his home office, you didn't hesitate to pick up his hand and press a kiss to his palm, right over one of his biggest scars. He couldn't help but think in that moment maybe the imperfections weren't so bad.

[avocadoleaf]

I'll get my moment

roommate!XYX x gender neutral reader

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, bad date, abandonment, lots of crying, xyx is a solid friend

below the cut for scrolling reasons :)

The rain stuck to your face and smelled like shame. The city streets reeked of oil, cars speeding off to their destinations. You were reminded how little regard anyone in the world held for you, gripped by the loneliness of your situation. Your dress was perfect, or at least had been when you left.

It was a third date. Third dates were supposed to be safe. You were supposed to be decent to each other. The restaurant you went to was lovely, and the food divine. Your date was great to; you secretly hoped he would ask you to be exclusive soon. But there you went again, falling nose first for the first man to be a little kind to you. And that landed you alone at the table in the middle of your meal, your date excusing himself to go to the bathroom and never returning. And now, you walked alone in the polluted, cold, rainy streets to your apartment. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and be alone, but you knew that would not be an option for you.

Your roommate, XYX, would be at home tonight. You could feel the ridicule, the mockery he would make of you. Your cheeks burned at the very thought of it as you put your keys in the door. You did your best to make your way into the body of the apartment, but you still managed to arouse the attention of a certain someone. XYX was watching a movie on the couch when he called out to you.

“How was your date?” he asked, not looking away from the screen.

“It was fine.” Your voice was tense, your face drawn from the effort of holding back your tears. You puffed out your cheeks as you grabbed a water from the fridge and silently prayed that you could retreat to your room to nurse your wounds in peace. You would have no such luck.

“What, your little boyfriend didn’t wow you this time? Were the flowers too wilted for you this time?” Your chest tightened painfully at his jabs. Why couldn’t he just leave you alone? Part of it was your fault, you figured. You had gushed to him incessantly about how wonderful your new flame was, how perfect he was for you. XYX had always cautioned you not to fall too hard for this stranger, but here you were. Shame bubbled up in you and pushed tears to the corners of your eyes. Your bag slipped from your hands and hit the floor with a thud, and you followed suit. Your knees did nothing to hold up your weight as you sunk to the kitchen floor, resting your back on the island behind you. You attempted to muffle the sound of a sob wracking through your body, but it was no use: a pathetic little whimper escaped your mouth. The sound finally broke his attention, and he quickly turned off the t.v. before running to your side. He cupped your face in his hands and looked at you with such fierce concern in his eyes.

“Doll, what happened?” he licked his lips before inching a bit closer to you, sucking in a shaky breath. “just, come here.” He pulled you into his lap, cradling your head into his chest. He rocked back and forth a bit, and you could feel him alternate between putting his head back and looking down at you with worry. He didn’t say anything else, just held you as you cried into his chest, occasionally brushing strands of hair that had stuck to your face out of the way. He felt your wet clothes stick to his skin as well, and rage bubbled up in him. Did that dick make you walk all the way back? He opens his moth to speak when you meet his eyes, stealing the breath from his lungs with your tear-filled expression.

“He snuck out and left me with the check. I didn’t bring enough to pay for a taxi, so I had to walk home. I’m sorry, I’m soaking your shirt aren’t I?” Your voice cracks as your cries seize you again. You hang your head in shame, avoiding looking at his soft green eyes. “Why am I never enough for them? Why can’t I ever be enough for someone?”

“Hey hey hey. That’s- that’s not what this is. That’s not what happened, and you know it.” He brings your face up with a soft hand on your chin. He grimaces at the way your lip trembles, “God, it should be a crime to make you cry like this. No real man worthy of even loving you from afar would ever treat you like this. Look at you! He left you in the rain! This has nothing to do with you and everything to do with what a slimeball he was.”

“Every time? You mean to tell me that every time this happens it’s on them? How can every man I meet loath me so intensely without it having something to with me?” His heart snaps in two at your words. Could you- could you not tell? Could you not see how desperately he pined for you, day in and day out? How his heart sank when you told him about a new crush, and how he felt a small sense of relief in seeing you come home empty handed?

“Not every man.” He held your eyes, searching for something, an answer to his questions. He could almost see the realization take you, and felt himself freeze with anticipation, wondering if you would push him away, letting him witness the quietest, cruelest rejection he could face. But there you stayed, in his lap, hand twisted in the collar of his shirt. He wouldn’t break the eye contact if you didn’t, and there you two stayed for a sacred moment. He flicked his eyes down to your lips, leaning in softly. He felt you suck in a shaky breath, and it pulled him back to reality. He cleared his throat as he leaned back.

“I don’t understand. What you just said- you looked like- you seemed like you were-“

“About to say something that cannot be unsaid?” He caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I was, and I will. You’re hurt right now, doll. It wouldn’t be fair of me to say what I want to right now. When I tell you, I’m going to mean it with every ounce of my being, every piece of my soul. And I want you to mean your answer. Right now is about you, and being there for you, whatever that looks like. So we’re gonna sit on this floor until you feel better.” You batted your eyelashes at him a bit, heart skipping when he smiled at you. You leaned your head to his chest and listened to the roar of his heartbeat, which raced in a way that made you giddy. “I’ll get my moment, don’t you worry.” He whispered, resting his chin or your head as you settled deeper into that floor, illuminated only by the streetlights and the glow of a secret left unsaid.

[robobarbie]

I’m sorry but *quietly slips in an ask for headcannons of LIs and what their domestic lives would be like w an MC that sings all the time (mainly wondering abt xyx) on top of your humongous pile*

LMAO.....!!!!! Okay.... cryin.... Since you specified Xyx I'll focus on him? DEAL? DEAL!!

NakedToaster: He honestly doesn't hear it most of the time with his headphones on. But they get really curious and approach you about songs later to add to their library.

Nightowl: He sings along every time. Forget about trying to sing for yourself. Your eager boyfriend somehow knows all of your favorite songs and more. Nightowl gushes over things and gets really dramatic and into it. CHOREOGRAPHY?

Quest: He never really knows what you're singing but loves to listen in. He thinks you have a lovely voice and can't get enough of it. When you're not at home, it feels too quiet......

Xyx: He's amused. He knows some of the songs, doesn't know others. He teases you about it constantly but every now and then compliments your singing voice. He genuinely enjoys your singing, even if he doesn't really show it. Xyx will accompany you in other ways--a backtrack, dancing, tickling you in the middle of a note.

He's used to silence, so it does take some getting used to. He learns to appreciate it over time. Xyx thinks you appear happier when you're singing, so he never really wants to discourage you. It messes with his work sometimes, but...it's worth it. He's not alone at home.

You're here.

[trashpandakay]

Sexting in the Office - A Xyx x Reader Fanfic

Apparently all of my Blooming Panic contributions are either smut or memes so uh yeah lmao

Synopsis: You and xyx have been dating for a few months now; even living together in the same apartment. However due to both of your busy work lives, it's a bit harder to get some personal time alone together. You send dirty photos and pics when you can get away with it, but even that's not enough sometimes. You decided on your day off to pay your boyfriend a special visit in his private office.

Fanfic below the cut because it is very spicy and fairly long! Hope you enjoy!

You and your boyfriend xyx met while chatting on the Blooming Panic discord server. In the short while you had known each other on the server, you two had developed feelings for one another. At first, you had thought the flirting was just part of xyx’s charming personality. However, as you began to reciprocate, he would become increasingly flustered, resulting in him coming up with reasons as to why he had to leave the call. He wasn’t used to anyone being sincerely interested in him, let alone sticking around even when he wasn’t the goofy trolling xyx. It was a breath of fresh air to talk to you about just about anything, given that he had to choose his words very carefully in his profession. 

As the two of you grew closer, he would reveal that while he hadn’t grown up in a bad environment, he would always be seeking the next adventure, which often led to trouble for the lawyer. Thankfully he had calmed down some since the two officially became a couple. He still rides his motorcycle but he is much more careful on his bike. Though he would show off a little (a LOT) whenever you would make the trip to visit him.

Even though you had recently moved in together, it was still a bit harder to see each other than for a few minutes in the morning or evening. You two would text all day when you could manage it, but you still missed seeing him in person, especially when it came to more intimate matters. You would be lying if you were to say that the dirty texts during work didn’t get a rise out of you but it wasn’t quite as good as having your lover in person.

Somehow you had managed to have the day off from work in the middle of the week. As your lover xyx kissed your forehead and went to leave, he smirked. “Today would be a great day to tease me during work, don’t you think?”

You rolled your eyes, your cheeks heating up. “Is that an invitation dear?”

“Well I’d certainly be lying if I said I didn’t want you to, doll.” 

You chuckled and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Maybe if I’m feeling nice. But you definitely need to go now before I decide that you’re working from home.”

His face lit up into one of his devilish grins. “Truly I am in the presence of a saint. Or are you perhaps more of a sinner?  In any case, I’d better run before I take you up on that offer. Have a good day love!” He waved before running out the door, petting Cat on his way out.

You hummed to yourself, going into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee as you pondered what you wanted to do. Remembering that xyx was going to most likely be in the office all day gave you a great idea. You’d start by taking a few photos here and there before showing up at his office. A perfect plan, if you do say so yourself. 

After you finished your breakfast, it was time to put the plan in motion. After you showered, you slipped on some lingerie that you knew was his favorite (he had picked it out for you himself) and threw on a blouse and pencil skirt over it. You slipped on some stockings and heels to complete the look, admiring yourself in the mirror. Once you finished with hair and makeup, you decided it was time to get started. 

Unbuttoning your blouse a bit, you took a mirror photo of you lifting your skirt a bit, sending it to your boyfriend.

Xyx: Damn babe did you really get all dressed up for me? Looking almost like you could be my own personal secretary ;)

Y/N: You know that doesn’t sound too bad. I’d love to do anything my boss desires ;)

Xyx: Well now how about you start by showing me a little more?

You chuckled to yourself as you unbuttoned the rest of your blouse, hiking your skirt up to show off the thong and stockings more clearly. As you sent the next photo, you smirked, knowing your plan was going to go off without a hitch.

Xyx: Holy fuck…you’re lucky I don’t have any meetings, doll. I would’ve had a nosebleed in the middle of it. How am I so lucky to have such a smokeshow?

Y/N: Must be that charming and debonair disposition ;) Maybe also a little because you buy me sexy things to wear.

Xyx: True true lol 

Time to put phase two of the plan into action. You fixed yourself up and grabbed your keys before heading off to your loving boyfriend’s lawyers’ office. The receptionist greeted you, recognizing you almost immediately. 

“You’re Y/N, right? Xyx’s partner! Do you want me to page him and let him know you’re here?”

“Yes I am and I’d rather it be a surprise.” You smiled, holding a lunchbox. “I decided to surprise him with lunch today.”

She returned a smile, giving you a small wink. “Understood. Well you know where to go. Let  me know if you need anything.”

You nodded and gave her a wave as you walked down the hall to his office. Before knocking on the door, you decided to give him a quick text.

Y/N: Hey Xyx I may have an extra special surprise for you. ;)

Xyx is typing…

Xyx: Oh? And what could that be, doll?

As he heard a knock at the door, he felt his heart skip a beat. Did you really come all the way to his office to see him? No, it's probably just one of his coworkers. 

As he opened the door, his face turned bright red at the sight of his lover. “Y/N? Oh please tell me I’m not dreaming. I don’t think I could handle this being only a dream.” 

He ushered you inside, shutting the door and locking it behind you. As he shut the blinds, he turned to look at you. “Well I certainly didn’t expect to have my own personal secretary today. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You twirled your hair a bit, a hand on your hip. “Well I just thought I could be of use while you work. Maybe keep you a bit more relaxed.”

He wrapped his arm around your waist, his voice turning to a low growl by your ear. “Well now love, you’re lucky I have quite a bit of free time. How about you start assisting me by unbuttoning that shirt for me?”

Before you could fully respond, xyx’s lips came crashing into yours, his tongue pressing against your lips as he pressed you up against the desk. You gasped softly as he pulled back to leave a few nibbles down your jaw and neck, leaving a few marks right along your collarbone. Your fingers fumbled against the buttons of your shirt, shrugging off the garment as xyx’s kisses started traveling lower. He unclasped your bra, watching your breasts as they bounced out. 

“Very good. I’ll be sure to make note of that on your employee evaluation.” He grinned, obviously proud of his joke. “Now we’re going to have to do a more in depth evaluation. Skirt down. Now.”

You shivered at the sudden change in tone. You’ve seen it before and you knew that it was best to obey. You made quick work of your skirt, sliding it down your legs and turning back to the brunette. “Is this satisfactory?”

He hummed, a bemused look in his eyes. “I’m sorry I don’t think I understand you without proper honorifics for me. Why don’t you try that again?”

You blushed, stammering a bit. “Is this satisfactory Sir?”

“Much better. See how easy that was?” He chuckled as he toyed at your clothed slit.

You hissed at the sudden touch, your panties already growing damp. You felt your temperature rising as he pushed your panties to the side, a finger slowly rubbing circles around your clit. A breathy moan escaped your lips as you felt a finger enter, gently pumping in and out of your pussy.

“Even wetter than I thought. Definitely a few bonus points there. Why don’t you be a good girl and help your boss get ready for the next portion?”

You whined as he removed his digit from your folds but nodded. “Yes Sir.” 

“Remember not to be too loud. Unless you want everyone in the office to hear.”

Your thighs clenched together as you pulled down his slacks, gently palming at the bulge in his boxers. You kissed at his waist as you slowly pulled the boxers down, revealing his throbbing excitement. A bit of deviance comes into your thoughts as you grab it, slowly licking your way up the length. He lets out a soft groan, his emerald orbs peering into your e/c ones.

“Someone’s teasing. You know how I feel about teasing. Best watch it before I decide to reprimand you.”

You grinned as you did it again, going extra slow when you reached the tip. He bit his lip before taking his fingers to your mouth. He prodded your lips before gently forcing your mouth open, guiding his cock to your lips with the other hand. 

“Aww c'mon Y/N stop being such a little brat. You know this won’t look good on your evals. Just be a good girl and suck on my cock, okay doll?”

You didn’t get a chance to tease him again as he moved his hand to the back of your head, guiding your mouth onto his length. As you sucked him off, you hummed a bit, causing him to lose a bit of composure and let out a significantly louder moan. His cheeks flushed as you increased your pace, more moans and lewd sounds escaping the man’s lips. He felt himself getting closer to release but slowly pulled himself from your lips, wanting to save his climax for when he was deep inside you.

“Other than the bit of brattiness, I’d say that was a decent score. Sit up on the desk now. I’ve got one more test before delving further.” 

He lifted you up off your knees and on top of his desk, sliding your panties down your legs. He spread your legs, a mischievous grin on his face once again. He leaned forward, kissing your inner thighs and slowly licking your slit. You gripped the edge of the desk as he continued to lap up your juices. You felt a knot growing in your stomach as you leaned back, whimpers and gasps escaping your lips with each lick. Just before you could get close to climaxing, xyx quickly pulled his head back, a goofy grin on his face.

“Alright, very good. Nice and wet for my final test. You have been an excellent subject. Now let’s get to the fun part.”

You adjusted your position so that you were leaning back into the table. He rubbed his cock against your slick, teasing slightly at the hole. As he slowly entered you, he let out a long moan. Your walls hugged him tightly as he began thrusting in and out.

“Fuck well I think you’re getting stellar marks across the board there love. Best secretary ever if I do say so myself.” He panted, gripping your hips to gain more leverage.

You nearly screamed out in pleasure as his thick cock fucked all sense out of you. You swore you were starting to see stars in the corners of your vision as the lawyer had his way with you. He instructed you to play with your clit as he fucked you, making your already tight walls clamp down onto his shaft. He placed a few rougher kisses on your lips as he felt himself get closer to release. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him in closer. This gave him the opportunity to lift you into his arms, thrusting into you from below. You screamed out in pleasure, unable to control how loud you were being anymore. As his hips collided into yours, you felt that ever so familiar coil in your stomach getting ready to let go.

“Fuck xyx I’m close. Please cum inside me. I want to feel it.” You moan into his ear.

With that bit of confidence, he started to thrust even harder, a low moan escaping as he felt himself get closer. You both screamed out each others’ names as you rode out your orgasms, your pussy full of xyx’s cum.

“You truly spoil me Y/N.” Xyx smirked, helping you to clean up the mess a bit. “Though I will say I don’t think my colleagues will look at you the same way after all that noise you just made.”

“Me?! What about you? You’re the loudmouth!” You retorted.

His face twisted into that devilish grin once again. “Well how about we have a round two and see who’s louder then?”

[theofficialgordonramsay]

toasty x MC ffxiv HCs

i haven’t made a tumblr post in years but i’m gonna write some ffxiv-centric HCs about blooming panic (and specifically toasty) bc SOMEONE has to. end game ffxiv references ahoy

he mains ast in raids but can play nin almost as well. they like jobs with intense burst windows followed by some breathing room until the next minute window comes up. they started as a bard, tho

they regularly bunny themselves in the middle of limsa

they used to be a fanta addict, but they’ve stuck w male viera since it released.

if MC is new to ffxiv, they’ll play pld in for their first time in duties. if he sees them standing in an AOE or not doing a mech, he’ll put intervention on them so he can take the damage for them

if MC starts as a tank, he’ll instead make sure that MC never dies during pulls. they make sure you know how to rotate your mitigation during pulls and that you always feel comfortable wall to wall pulling. final pull of mt. gulg go brrrrrrr

hell, if MC starts as a dps they’ll do their best to learn the job themselves so MC can ask them questions about the proper rotation

once MC has their bearings, he’ll play ast w them and spoil them w card buffs. it gets to a point where they reflexively give MC the cards w/o even looking at who it’s meant for. if MC raids w them, they have to focus on not giving MC all the cards

first time MC does praetorium, toasty is there mimicking all the cutscenes while they happen. SUCH DEVASTATION WAS NOT MY INTENTION

as soon as MC finishes ARR, they solo some ARR extremes w them so you have some shiny horse mounts to ride around on

if MC already played ffxiv, once toasty calms down from their excitement, they try to see if MC would ever raid w them. couples who prog UCOB together stay together owo

they do their best to show that they love MC not bc they play ffxiv, but that it's just a fantastic side benefit

honestly they’re excited to have someone to do dailies w. whomst amongst us doesn’t have a semi-inactive FC between patches

during weekly raid reclear night, MC will randomly message them “you’re cute” to try and fluster him mid-pull. this frequently succeeds and toasty’s static teases them relentlessly about it

MC knows better than to distract toasty during raid prog (gotta work for the clear!!), but sometimes they sneak up on him from behind while they afk in limsa to hug him and kiss his cheek

they joke about getting matching in-game names so often that MC doesn’t know if it’s a joke or not anymore

between patches, they sometimes play other MMOs like guild wars or ESO between patches, but they always return back to ffxiv. xyx tries to get them to play runescape to no avail

they joke that they were the inspiration for hythlodaeus’s hair. MC will try to make them jealous by saying how pretty zenos’s hair is

every so often, they gift MC random glams or mounts from the mogstation. what’s that? MC appreciated a random glam set on someone in limsa? it’s their’s. god they’re pretty.

also they’d play on primal and i cannot be convinced otherwise

i haven’t played an otome game in years and i played this one bc i play ffxiv. truly incredible shit. u cowards need to add “flow” from ffxiv to all ur toasty playlists. or maybe the sephirot theme to mix it up. tyfp o7

[shrubbbery]

xyx takes you to watch the sunrise.

(a/n: hello this is just a lil thing i thought might be cute pls enjoy)

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"hey wake up, sleeping beauty. you up for an adventure?" xyx says softly into your ear, coaxing you from your sleep and earning a small groan from you as you turn over to look at his face, lit up by an excited smile and the lamp on your bedside table.

him calling you sleeping beauty makes you smile groggily in your half-asleep state. it almost makes up for him waking you up in the dead of night.

before you can register the rest of what he said though, he takes your sleepy smile as agreement.

he plants a kiss to your cheek, gets out of bed, and puts on his leather jacket that always hangs beside the bed, ready for whenever xyx decides on a random joyride in the middle of the night.

like now.

you rub the rest of the sleep from your eyes tiredly and let out another small groan as xyx watches you from the other side of the bed with a fond smile.

"c'mon doll, you're gonna have to move faster than that if you wanna catch the sunrise with me." he walks over to you and moves some of your hair away from your forehead.

"catch the sunrise?" you ask with a yawn as you get up slowly. "what time is it?"

you're no stranger to these spontaneous adventures with xyx, but those were usually earlier in the night, when the moon was the only source of light.

"it's nearly five a.m., love."

"we've never caught the sunrise before," you state. you move the covers away and stand up, xyx following suit. you're both careful not to disturb cat, who's asleep at the foot of the bed.

"i've actually been wanting to for a while now, but... i keep... forgetting to wake up early enough." he looks down with a sheepish grin.

you laugh a little and peck him on the cheek.

soon enough, after you've put on a jacket over your pajamas, the both of you zoom through the streets on xyx's motorcycle, the moon slowly sinking into the horizon.

by the time you get to the cliff that you visit together every now and then, the sun has begun to peek through, starting to fill the sky with bright shades of orange and blue.

you and xyx sit down near the very edge of the precipice. his legs dangle over the edge as you curl yours against your chest.

he drapes an arm over your shoulders as you lean into him. he kisses the top of your head and you wordlessly admire the sun together. you feel xyx sigh happily against you before he speaks.

"beautiful, isn't it?" he asks quietly, as if speaking too loud would disturb the sleepy city before you. you look up at him, his head tilted towards the sun, following it as it slowly rises in the sky.

then he looks down at you and smiles at you serenely. he looks so content, at peace. you want to frame the moment, keep it in a locket, anything to preserve this peaceful little bubble you're in with him.

you lean in closer and flutter your lips against his. he kisses you back softly, raising his other hand and brushing his fingers against the side of your face, feather-light. after a beat, you pull away. he leans his forehead against yours and sighs contentedly.

"i thought we came here to watch the sunrise?" you mumble with a small smile.

"i've seen enough of it. you're gorgeous in this lighting, you know that?"

you shake your head at him, still smiling. he grins back at you lovingly.

you turn back to face the sun and let out a soft breath, the smile not once leaving your face as you lean back into xyx. he squeezes you with his arm just a little bit and kisses your head before speaking once more.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

[nemir]

“obviously not.”

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» pairing; xyx x mc

» word count: 2,761 words

» content; heavy angst, relationship problems, cold shoulder, selfish MC.

» an; yall reeeeally wanted a part 2 to THIS. y’sure about that? 🤭

You weren’t quite sure just how long it had been since you last spoke with xyx. The days all seemed to meld together, between this and work. You could hardly tell if you were coming or going half the time, and most nights you had come home and just sank immediately into bed. In a way, it was a bit of a blessing. At least you weren’t thinking too much about what had happened; you didn’t really have time or the brain capacity.

But there was still that gnawing feeling in the back of your mind. Even when you did manage to get online, you didn’t see his messages in chat. You assumed they were probably just buried by other conversations, and you could only scroll back so far before everything would start to lag. Still, it was enough for you to be concerned, which you finally brought up to Toast, about a week and a half later. NakedToaster: i mean i’ve talked to him a few times but NakedToaster: not much besides typical hey how are ya, when are you getting in-game. that kinda stuff. MC: oh... I see. but his messages are showing up for you??? NakedToaster: he hasnt said much in general in the past little while so i couldnt rly tell you. we have our own channel lol but i can see them there. NakedToaster: maybe the server’s just acting up or something? wouldnt be the first time tbh MC: i guess so. ugh. i just hope he’s doing alright NakedToaster: well NakedToaster: he’s been having a pretty tough time with his latest client NakedToaster: the case has been bad so far. NakedToaster: not that you needed me to tell you that lmao MC: oh.. uh, y-yeah haha, that case. i know he was stressed about it from the beginning. Your hands were shaking over the keyboard. You didn’t even know about this new client. He never mentioned anything of it to you. His voice rang through your head, ‘oh right, because you never fucking asked’. MC: well, thanks toasty. im glad to know he’s at least... semi-active. i guess ive just missed being online at the same time. im sure i’ll catch him soon. NakedToaster: np ✞——————❆——————✞ He wasn’t a fan of lying, but he would do it to protect one of his best friends. Toast absolutely knew what was going on. He knew the day it happened. He was in the middle of a dungeon when xyx had messaged him. xyx: have you ever noticed how much [MC] talks about themselves? NakedToaster: LMAOOOO xyx: ... Oh. They knew xyx was being genuine, and quickly followed up with questions. What do you mean, how long has this been going on, what’s happening? Of course, xyx being xyx, it was hard to get every detail but he wasn’t going to push it. It was clear he was upset, and that’s all that mattered to Toast. So Toast did some digging of their own. He had casually brought it up to Quest one night, making sure not to mention xyx at all. NakedToaster: idk, someone mentioned it to me so i thought i’d ask. i honestly dont pay enough attention to tell myself Quest: Hmm.. Quest: A quick look through the logs doesn’t give much, honestly. But truth to tell.. We all kind of talk about ourselves a lot, don’t you think? Quest: Well, ha ha, some of us. :^) NakedToaster: i mean u have ur reasons lol Quest: Right. Quest: If anyone talks about themselves too much, it’s nightowl. LOL NakedToaster: LOLLLL Quest: Honestly, it’s probably just that [MC] feels comfortable enough around us to vent, y’know? I can’t blame ‘em for that. But if there are anymore issues, make sure to let me know! It wasn’t the response he was really looking for, but he still brought it up to xyx in a call - something that was once a rarity and was now becoming an almost nightly occurrence. “I know I should’ve asked you first, but I figured if anybody would’ve noticed anything, it would’ve been Quest.” “Nah, you’re fine mate. I, uh.. appreciate it. I wouldn’t have been able to ask him myself. Prob’ly wouldn’t have.” xyx chuckled a bit nervously, scratching idly at his arm. “What, uh, what did he say? Outta curiosity.” Toast frowned a bit and leaned back in their chair, arms crossing. “That he hadn’t noticed anything. He even went back through the logs a bit. Just kinda chalked it up to them feeling like this is a safe space to vent, and that nightowl does it all the fucking time - which he isn’t really wrong about, I guess.” Xyx’s arms fell to the desk with a grumble, “It’s not the fucking same! Nobody’s hung out with them as much as I have, not even close. It’s a near constant! Toasty, they don’t even know the name of my client.” “Wait, what? But they said you talked to them about the case-” “They never fucking asked.” Of course, there was client confidentiality in place, so it’s not as if xyx could go into crazy details, but not even to ask the name, or a vague idea of what was going on. Nothing. But even then! Who else was he supposed to vent this shit to? “There was a day where I just put the camera on Cat and fucked off. They didn’t even realize.” Toast didn’t know what to say or how to react to that. He was just staring at xyx, disgust clear on his face. Xyx shrugged and slumped back into his chair. “I blocked them. I just couldn’t handle it.” “You- wait, what? Oh my god, that makes so much sense. They were wondering why they weren’t able to see your messages in chat.” ✞——————❆——————✞ Another week and a half went by. You were really starting to get nervous now. There were times, before, where he’d disappear and go offline for a day or two but he always came back. You knew he needed days and some time to himself, that wasn’t an issue. But this... this was different. You still weren’t able to see any of his messages in chat, and he was constantly offline. You even called in sick to work and stayed online all day, just in the hopes of catching him. Nothing. But you didn’t want to reach out. You were afraid to, in a way, because you don’t want to pressure him or make things worse. It hurts to just... leave it, but you did. For a time, until you finally broke and sent him a quick message in the private channel you two are in. MC: heyy. i hope you’re doing okay. i miss you.. i’ve been thinking a lot about what happened and i feel fucking awful. You’re right, i’ve been incredibly selfish and.. i really hope that you can forgive me. i want to make this right, but i’m not going to make any moves until you’re ready. i’ll be here when you are. xo His response came a week later. Finally. It was a single sentence, “i read your message.” He absolutely did. Read it out loud to Toast, too. Toast, after hearing everything, had only become increasingly bitter toward you - something you picked up on as time went on. Xyx is one of his best friends, and you really hurt him. It wasn’t something they were going to so easily forgive. So when xyx read your message, Toast rolled his eyes so hard, they gave themselves a headache. It took xyx a while to type out a full response. He’s hurting. Between work stress, health stress, Cat stress, and now this? It had clearly been eating at him for a while. He doesn’t know if he can handle this, on top of everything else. When the two of you went into this relationship, it was a beautiful thing. It had a very promising start! But.. as time went on, xyx started noticing and picking up on things. Things that started to irk him. At first, he tried to play it off; if anybody understood needing to vent and not really having a safe outlet to do so, it was him. He knew that you just wanted him to know what was going on in your life - you were long distance, after all. And sometimes he would vent as well, though it was becoming a rare occurrence. He didn’t like to talk about his feelings that much, which was no secret. But you had managed to pull things out of him, and he did appreciate it, in a way. It made him realize that, yes, he can be vulnerable around people because he is cared about, and people want to make sure he’s okay. It made him realize that he was capable of feeling love, and giving love in return. He’ll forever be thankful for that, but... This had been going on for so long, and you never even fucking noticed. You never took the time. Even when he tried to bring it up, it was just met with you either talking over him, or trying to relate to everything he was saying then going into a tangent of your own. “Oh well, have you tried this? It worked for me!”, or “Yeah, that happened to me before! Here’s the entire story!”, and the ever classic “I TOTALLY understand what you’re going through!” But instead of letting him talk and finish what he was saying, you took over the entire conversation. You went on your own diatribe about how you were feeling, how you handled whichever situation (or didn’t), about your experiences. And by the time you were done talking, you didn’t even have the decency to apologize for hijacking the conversation, or worse still, ask him to continue with his story. You just jumped to a completely different topic, and xyx was left holding onto those feelings, never to be brought up again. MC: can... can we call? xyx: no. im not rly feeling up to it MC: i understand, and that’s okay! (you know this worked before!) i just feel like something like this would be easier if we could just... talk. xyx: (it took him a few minutes to respond. he kept backspacing ‘i’m sorry, but no’) i really dont want to. xyx: this already sucks. i dont really want to make it any worse for myself. You were waiting for the “or you”, but it never came. But he was typing! That’s a good sign. MC: okay, that’s fine!! i’ll just wait until you’re finished typing! You were trying to sound hopeful, and you hoped it was coming across. You still would have preferred to have this talk over voice but this was better than nothing. At least he was talking to you. xyx: its my turn to talk now. there’s a part of me that wants to give you the benefit of the doubt - i guess that’s second nature to me. but my head just keeps screaming not to, that there’s no way i could, or should. i need you to know that you’ve hurt me. and yeah, im sure it wasn’t your intention, but impact over intention. you still did it, and continued to do it. it was as if... honestly it was as if you didn’t even realize it but then i say to myself, well no, how could they not? it was fairly obvious, at least to me it was. and, y’know, maybe i could have tried to speak up more but there was no point. i feel like, if i had brought it up, you’d find some way to make it about yourself and that was quite honestly the last thing i wanted. this will hurt to hear probably, but not out of any sort of sympathy or compassion to you, but because i was sick and tired of hearing it. every single day, there was something new. something that happened that you had to tell me about. we didn’t even be on the subject of it, but you’d somehow find a way to make each conversation about you. i know i don’t like talking about my feelings or my problems that much. i can do without it. but that doesn’t give you free reign to just... make everything about you. when you do that, it makes me feel like you don’t care. about me, or how i’m feeling, or what’s going on in my life. hell, you hardly ask about Cat anymore! the one thing i’d be more than willing to talk about, and you couldn’t even bring yourself to stop being the centre of the universe for five fucking minutes to ask how my pet was doing. how am i meant to take all that? i can almost guarantee that if the roles were reversed, you would’ve thrown a fit over it. but i didn’t. and the only reason why i didn’t is because i care about you and, deep down, i wanted to make sure that you were okay, because honestly? for a while there... you were the one constant in my life. you didn’t leave, you treated me like a human being. you were nice, understanding.. you even listened. but you... you don’t anymore. and you haven’t for a long time. and, look, i really don’t want to hear anything about how i didn’t try either, or some other bullshit narrative, because i honest to god did. but half the time, i couldn’t get a word in edgewise, or what i did say was brushed aside. do you have any idea how that feels? the one person who cared about me most, who even went so far as to say they loved me - and who i loved, just dismissing everything i try to say. that fucking hurt. i felt better when i got into my accident. i keep wanting to apologize for some stupid reason. like i’m the one who fucked up here somehow. i must’ve just gotten used to not caring about myself or how i felt that i just.. kept letting it happen, thinking it would get better.. always fucking thinking everything will get better, but it never does, does it? ive been shown that time and time again. makes me feel like a prat for getting my hopes up, but that’s what i get, i guess. why did i let myself think this time would be any different? ultimately, this is the end. i can’t keep going through with this. i’ve learned a lot of valuable things from you that, i’m sure in time, maybe, i’ll get better about. and i’m staring with this. i’m not.. i can’t keep putting myself in these situations and staying there. this.. this isn’t serving me anymore. that’s something you used to tell me all the time, right? “if it doesn’t serve you, get rid of it” so, that’s what i’m doing. i hope in the future you’re able to find someone who will want nothing more than to hear you talk all day. i dunno. maybe you should just get a pet instead. you don’t have to worry about leaving the server or anything, i wouldn’t ask you to do that. but, i won’t be either. but i will be blocking you. again. i suggest you do the same. i mean, in the end it’s your choice, but.. yeah.  uh... have a good one. You saw it was a huge chunk of text. Paragraphs worth. Your response was a simple, “oh! that’s a lot, heh, give me a minute to read through it!”  You wish you hadn’t. You had an awful, gut-wrenching feeling when you saw the wall of text pop up that it wasn’t going to be good. You were cursing yourself, unable to tear your eyes from the screen even as the tears welled, and your chest felt like it was going to implode with how tight it was feeling, the way your entire body was trembling. You should have just stuck to your guns. It felt like you had the wind knocked out of you completely by the time you finished. All manner of liquid and nastiness was pouring from your face, but you couldn’t stop. You dropped your hands to the keyboard, hoping and praying that you still had time to send a message. MC: xyx, no wait, please!! i want to talk to you about this, please. BloomBot: Oops! Your message could not be sent.

[oyasuminto]

Ok but for BP imagine the guys all being in a video chat & whichever one MC is with shoots them a very suggestive text on their cell, picture(s) included. Imagining which ones would be able to keep their cool & which wouldn't is awesome. Also if xyx didn't get the text he knows EXACTLY what kinda text showed up on the other guy's phone.

societyboy won't even try to hide what's going on, smirking and practically bragging about the fact that he's in a relationship and can get nudes whenever he wants them.

NakedToaster reacts the worst; choking, blushing, and almost dropping his phone. Any probing is met with a "Don't ask" or "Please shut the fuck up."

two2 has the second most obvious reaction; squeaking loud enough to interrupt the conversation. If anyone comments on it, he might just leave the call.

nightowl makes it obvious by grinning, leg bouncing as he rapidly texts back. He's good at covering though, saying that you texted him, and just leaving it vague.

onionthief goes silent, right in the middle of an argument with nightowl. He claims that it was an important message related to school, but his voice wavers as he speaks.

Quest's eyebrows raise, face pinkening, and he might need to cough into his hand to cover up a small noise of surprise. Aside from that, no-one notices that anything's up.

xyx has a complete poker face, the other guys assume he's just handling a work message, continuing the conversation even as he sends you a filthy response.