#blooming panic onionthief fanfic

[ayufufu]

OnionThief x Rival!MC

Word Count: 4368

Summary:  In which OnionThief and his rival get paired up for a project.  But for the first time, he gets to see what it’s like for them behind the scenes of their bratty know-it-all personality (basically academic burnout).

Author’s Note:  Started sometime in 2020, finished April 5th, 2024.  I present the sassy, probably out-of-character, OnionThief and his little rival.  Trust, it’s been like 3 years since I’ve played this game.  Oh lord am I out of touch with this fandom.  It is buried within me right now.  But hey, finished writing.  I am proud of the beginning half, the ending might not be it though. 

“Eat shit and die.”

“Yes, fuck you.”  These whispers flew past surrounding peers, already used to overhearing this type of bickering between the pair.  It was never truly clear how it began.  They tested each other’s knowledge, butting heads every year since high school.  Y/N and Onionthief simply found each other insufferable, their hostility seemed to intensify when they found out they applied to the same college.  It was as though they were water and oil, never being able to mix well.  The professors chose to pay no mind since both were still excelling.  Their grades were incredibly high, scores screaming in pain at the height they were reaching, extra credit opportunities never wasted.

“You’re all dismissed, please remember to review pages 556 to 590 for next week.”  The class let out dim cheers, the sounds of paper rustling, bags zipping, and peers exchanging words filling the large room.  As Y/N finished packing their last item away, they rushed straight to the door.  Walking to the outside of campus, they made a mental to-do list.  Assignments were beginning to pile up, but Winter break was right there.  Couldn’t stop now.

“Move,” Onion’s voice rang out as he shoved his shoulder into theirs harshly, a scoff coming from them as they’re broken from their thoughts.

“I wasn’t aware the 15 feet of space around me was nonexistent,” Y/N spat.  Their eyes followed his back as he continued his fast pace without a word.  Unbelievable.  Turning to walk the other direction, the sounds of their peers filled their ears.  Silently restarting their to-do list, the sounds became a blur.  The walk to their apartment was a routine, passing the different trees and couples before reaching the bridge.  Rushing across, the sounds of another pair of footsteps flooded their ears.  

“So you’ve resorted to stalking me,” Onion sneered.  Y/N turned around, head flooded with annoyance.

“I live here, you’re aware of that.” “Right.”  He walked over to the bridge pulling a small bottle from his pocket.  Y/N watched curiously as he tipped it over the edge and shook it a bit.  Realizing he was feeding the fish, Y/N walked off, bag bouncing with each step.  The eyes following them were left unnoticed, the sounds of class echoing in their mind all the way to their desk.

“I mentioned at the beginning of the year that there will be one major partner assignment in this class, serving as our midterm final.”  Groans and whispers of cheers filled the room, peers feeling dreadful while others spotted friends across the room.  Y/N sighed, head resting in their arms.  Glad he’s at least sitting somewhere else.  

“Alright, settle down.  These partners will be assigned by your latest test scores.”  Right...  Y/N clicked their pen impatiently, feeling the metal between their fingers, more sounds of displeasure filling the room.  The teacher droned on about the details of the project, explaining how lower scores would be assigned tutors for their projects.

“Let’s start with the highest scores shall we?”  They sat up.

“Y/N and—” Clack.  The sound of the pen hitting the table drew the attention of a few surrounding classmates, but Y/N didn’t even take notice.

“You two don’t need a tutor so you’ll be able to view the project details online. Now for…”  He was their partner.  For once, a teacher decided to pair them up.  They sat through the rest of the class, every word flowing through their ears and out the other.  Nothing was staying put into their mind.  I just had to be paired with such an insufferable… Shaking their head, they heard the professor dismiss them.

“Well, I guess I’m ready to fail this assignment.” And there he is.  They began packing their stuff, shoving the items in the bag messily.

“Same here, you’ll just drag down my grade even if we did try.”

“Right, what was this worth again, 50%?”  Y/N stopped their aggressive packing at this.

“Where did you get that this was 50%?” “Read the details dumbass,” he passed his phone to them.  Their eyes skimmed over the details, the 50 percent and “due in 10 days” standing out from everything else.  The phone was plucked out of their hands as he smirked, tucking it away.  He left the room, Y/N trailing behind.  They couldn’t just skip the assignment, their hard-earned A+ would easily drop in just one month.  Onion tried his best not to notice the footsteps behind him, knowing it was them.  He held back chuckles as he wondered how long they’d follow him.

“Hey shallot-head,” Y/N called.  He hummed in acknowledgment, but he still didn’t change pace or look their way.  Y/N was starting to struggle to keep up the pace, always one step or two behind from walking next to him, not noticing the smirk he was hiding.  They finally huffed before grabbing the back of his shirt to stop him completely.  He halted at the sudden pressure, a smirk forming a look of surprise while Y/N rushed to face him.

“Listen shallot, I can’t afford to skip this assignment.”  He cocked an eyebrow at this.

“The Y/N cannot afford to skip this assignment?  I’m sure you can lose half of your grade, still pass, and I would be able to avoid your ridiculously low IQ.”  Their head felt hot at the sound of his ridiculing.

“I need to pass this assignment.  I can do the work, but you just need to revise some parts to look like it’s yours,”  Y/N pleaded.  He seemed to ponder the options, putting his chin between his fingers.

“No.”  He turned to leave. “Wait– I offer instant miso!”  His head perked up.

“Green onions too, plus I’ll throw in extra tofu.”  He grabbed Y/N’s wrist roughly before beginning to drag them to the apartment in a rush, Y/N struggling once more to keep up, relief washing their body.

“I need to stop here for a moment.”  He approached the bridge again, the same bottle as before in his hand.  Y/N watched him shake the bottle once more, fish crowding the area again.  He turned back to them before nodding and walking to the complex, Y/N tailing after.  Once they called the elevator, awkward silence surrounded them.  For the first time since they began their walk (run) back, tension swallowed them whole, arms and legs aching from arduous journeys across campus and poor posture in class.

Y/N stepped into the elevator first, clicking the third-floor button once Onion stepped in.  They side-eyed him, taking in his tense yet relaxed state.  Y/N willed themselves to relax their stiff body while the elevator doors spread open.

“Do you need anything from your room or are you good to go,” Y/N asked, adjusting the bag on their back.  

“I don’t need anything else.  I bring all my work necessities with me”  They nodded at his response before putting in their pin and unlocking the door.  They walked straight in, putting away their necessities, shoes by the door, and water bottle on the table.

“Right, um, you could set up in the kitchen while I make your miso?”  Onion nodded and began to set his stuff on the chair next to Y/N’s stuff while they began putting a pot of water on the stove.  As Onion began pulling out his laptop and notes, he stared at Y/N’s back while they shuffled around the kitchen grabbing things out of cabinets and drawers.  His brows furrowed in annoyance at the unwanted presence, punching his laptop code in with more pressure.

“Don’t you have a desk?”  Onion sighed at the environment.  

“I do, but it only fits me.  I didn’t plan on having anyone study at my apartment until now.”  The instant miso powder hit the boiling water, the aroma filling the room, the silence of their voices following.  Bubbling water and mouse clicks were the only things heard for a few more minutes, the atmosphere stiff.  Eventually, two bowls of miso, two laptops, two notebooks, and two comp sci students were positioned at the table.  

“So, let’s test the limits of your stupidity.” “...I literally have a higher score than you.”

“Ok, and?” Y/N leaned back in their chair.  They barely even started, the soup still steaming, but their bickering was starting up once more.

“I’m just saying, that B in algorithms seems to say something about you.”  Harshly sighing, Y/N tipped their head back to the ceiling, their eyes tracing the patterns in the material.

“If you don’t pay attention I will chug this miso and leave.”  They snapped their head towards him.  They sat up and positioned their arms to type before realizing they hadn’t even read all of the assignment details yet.  This was going to be a long month.

10 days.

“No dumbass, this is supposed to be–” “No it isn’t, what the hell?”

“Are you denying the truth? “I am denying what is clearly wrong.” “Look at my notes, it’s right!”  Y/N shoved their notes in Onion’s face.  Pushing his glasses further up his nose, his eyes scanned the text.  After a minute or so, he sighed.

“Your notes are wrong.”  Their eyes widened when Onion handed his own notes to them before rereading their notes with a confused expression.  Onion had wanted to work on homework before continuing the project to make sure their (mostly his) grades didn’t drop.  Upon looking at their notes from the day, their professor's words filled their brain again.  They couldn’t stop the disappointment from filling their face, a frown settling on their features.  Since they were so sure they were right, they didn’t think their understanding of the topic was off.  Onionthief observed their down face, an expression he seldom saw.

8 days.

“I couldn’t grab extra tofu last time I went out for groceries.”  Y/N set the bowls down carefully, taking their seat right after.  Onion didn’t budge, opting to continue typing away at his laptop.  At the lack of response, they cocked an eyebrow.  They thought he’d throw a fit, but surprisingly he stayed put.  Y/N sighed before opening up their work yet again, shoulders aching.  Onion stayed true to the deal, opting to revise the parts Y/N laid out for him while continuing his homework from other classes.  At the lack of help and the burden of other classes on their mind, Y/N could feel the shadows of burnout waiting to envelop them.  After this, they were prepared to let their bed swallow them whole.

6 days.

“Hey, this is still wrong.”  Y/N’s head jerked up from the part of the project they were currently typing out.  Onion observed them as they rapidly scrolled to where he was viewing.  It was an entry from the beginning of the project.  A part that affected the rest of the work.  Deeply sighing, the monotone voice in their head began reading again.  Despite rereading it constantly, nothing was sticking.  It was as though the words didn’t exist.  At the lack of response from Y/N after a good few minutes, Onion huffed before highlighting the mistake in the text.

“Oh.”  It was all they could let out at the moment.  Despite the sentence highlighted, the information wasn’t processed in their head.  Their face scrunched up at the hotness filling their head.  The sight made an unfamiliar feeling rise in Onion.  He breathed out harshly before deleting the sentence, correcting it himself.  If it wasn’t for the silence in the kitchen, he doubted he’d ever hear the quiet ‘thanks’ they let out.  He froze at the appreciation, the sound of it unfamiliar from them.  The hell do they mean ‘thanks’?

5 days.

The project was still unfinished, the amount of work left taunting Y/N as they were left staring at the blank screen yet again.  The homework had already seemed to have drained them, but they refused to call it a night yet.  Their miso bowl was cold, the ingredients settling to the bottom.  Onion had already finished his homework and revised the parts of the project he was given.  Now, he seemed to be collecting data on some fantasy web novel.  Rubbing their temple, Y/N shut their laptop despite having never even opened the project yet.  Their brain was on overdrive, the workload invading their mind and trying to push them to work.  Despite their efforts, Y/N just couldn’t bring themself to even pretend they could work, their gaze burning holes in the back of Onion’s laptop.

“Are you finally done with the project,” Onion blurted out, eyes not leaving his screen.  No answer.  Glancing over the top of his laptop, his eyes were met with Y/N’s drained demeanor.  As his gaze wandered over their face, it soon traveled to the untouched bowl on the side.  Adjusting his glasses, he shut down his laptop after saving his work, the sudden movement making Y/N jump.  He leaned forward, chin resting against the back of his hands.

“Do you need help?” “Why the fuck are you asking like that–” “I’m just asking.” “Yes, but what’s with that pose, you look dramatic.”  Onion’s confused face became deadpan at the comment.  He opened his mouth to let out a snarky remark before Y/N got up abruptly.  He watched as they trudged over to their room, the door shutting softly behind them as a muffled thud was heard.

3 days.

Y/N hasn’t emerged from their room since yesterday, the silence in class left everyone dumbfounded as Onion continued on with his day-to-day classes in silence.  Yet as the day came to an end, he found himself in front of the same door he’s gone to for the past 19 days.  What do I even say?  Why am I here? They didn’t say they’d work on the project today.  His hand raised for the buzzer.  

“Coming…”  Dull. A very dull voice.  “Come on in, miso’s in the pot.  I’ll be in my room laying down, we can just do it tomorrow or something.”

“But that would put us–”

“Behind schedule I know, shut up.  Please.”  He frowned at their small pleading.  I don’t like that they have to plead.  “If you want to you can work on it yourself…”

“But that wasn’t-”

“A part of the deal I know, it’s just a suggestion.  Take it or leave it, miso’s still yours.”

“Oh.. okay then.”  As they left, Onion felt bitter guilt rising in him.  He looked at the miso and sighed before pulling out his laptop and getting to work.  Might as well as payment for the miso.  He swiftly got to work as Y/N stayed silent in their room.

2 days.

Onion finished the last of his typing, the kitchen was oddly silent as there was no miso being cooked and no Y/N to bother him.  Y/N just let Onion in, apologizing for the lack of miso or food, and tried to turn him away, but Onion persisted that it didn’t matter.  They let Onion do what he wanted as they did the same as they did before, retreating back to their room in silence.  Yet Onion completed the project yesterday.  It was a minor error that needed to be corrected, one colon needed to make the code work.  When he found the error, all he could do was chuckle a bit before staring at Y/N’s room.  

“Why can’t I just leave,” Onion whispered to himself as he stared at his laptop in frustration.

“No one said you can’t,” Y/N muttered, walking over to the fridge to get water.

“I know,” Onion spat. “I don’t know shallot, doesn’t seem like it,” Y/N spoke in a flat sing-song tone.

“Could you just, shut up already, damn,” he spat.  Y/N carried no response.  They stood in place, the chill of the open fridge numb to their body as they stared into the light illuminating the numerous food products inside.  “Y/N…?”  They closed the fridge as if on autopilot and made their way back into their room, their heart weighing heavy as an ache formed in their chest, their cheeks damp.  Damn it.

24 hours.

No knock today.  The miso sat on the stove for 3 hours, cold, and untouched.  Y/N waited hours, even after they poured the miso down the drain.  Part of them laughed at themselves for waiting, yet the other part made them ache.  Of course, he got tired of me like everyone else.  The silence of their apartment bothered them, the lights and blinds all dimmed.  They stared at the freshly bought miso packets, the weight of their assignments and lectures missing pushed on their heart and crushed it as their tears fell.

22 hours.

“Oh,” was all Y/N could muster when they received an email from Onion telling them to get on the link to the project presentation.  Not a single “sorry” or “Are you okay” was typed out.  They grabbed their laptop and moved it from their bed to their desk as they prepared for another night in bed alone again.  Their assignments could wait just a bit longer.

21 hours, 3AM.

Three knocks.  

“Hey, sorry I was finishing up the work in the library.”  Oh?  Y/N could smell the bullshit coming from him.

“Oh, it’s fine, don’t worry,” was all they could muster in response.

“Okay, here I’ll make miso.  I don’t smell miso, so I guess it’s safe to assume you haven’t been making any.  I’m sorry for ghosting,” Onion gave a sheepish smile.  What the hell do you mean sorry?  Their chest aches even more at the sight of his small smile.

They talked for a while on the couch about the assignments Y/N had been missing while the TV ran some background noise for them.  Turns out Onion and Y/N were excused from some extra tutoring that other students were given in the class, so it wasn’t too bad.  Y/N still had some work to do, but Onion mentioned how he finished the assignment way before, hence the email to check on the file.  Y/N breathed a sigh of relief.

“Why don’t I make us some miso soup for once,” Onion asked.  Y/N raised a brow at this in mocking offense.

“You, my guest, cooking?  Hell no.”  Onion scoffed.

“Just rest.”

“No I’ll make it–”

“Literally shut the fuck up and go.”

“Fine.”  Y/N pushed themselves off of the couch and semi-stopped over to their bed before plopping on it dramatically.  Onion walked in to make sure they were actually in bed before grabbing an extra blanket that sat on their chair and layering it on them.  Y/N side-eyed his every move the entire time as he did.  Their heart had a warm ache this time while Onion shut the door.

“Where the fuck do they put the pots.”  Now that Onion was tasked with “taking care” of Y/N, he realized he had no idea where anything was.  He sighed before going through each cabinet one by one.  Y/N heard the cabinets opening and closing before smiling softly to themselves.  Wait, what.

The weight lifted from their shoulder.  The heaviness of the world had gone.  They took a deep breath, sinking back into the soft blankets once more.

20 hours, 4AM.

“Damn this is good, what kind of crack did you put,” Y/N enthused.

“Just some extra ingredients I brought,” Onion replied.  Y/N froze.  “I didn’t fucking poison it dumbass.”

“Well how am I supposed to know, hm?”  Y/N spat.

“We’re eating food… from the same pot.”

“Oh yeah huh.”  Y/N hastily resumed their eating as Onion shook his head.  Y/N pondered as they ate.  “Hey… you’ve been acting different lately.  You’re less…”

“Less what?”

“Less annoying,” Y/N deadpanned.

“...thanks?”

“You’re more… enjoyable to be around I guess.”  Onion felt his face go a bit warm, having never heard those from their voice.  He stared down at his bowl as he felt it go to his ears.  “Woah,” he heard Y/N say.  “You’re red as fuck.”

“Yeah, wonder who’s fault that is,” Onion retorted.  Y/N chuckled at that as they stood up to grab more soup.  The TV was all that filled the room as Onion felt his brain restarting.  Rain began to patter against the windows.  “I guess you’re not that annoying too, enjoyable, even…”  Y/N froze up too, almost dropping the soup filled ladle.  They quickly shook their head as they put the bowl back on the table, mimicking what Onion had just done.  Shyness is cute on them…?  Onion was considering things immensely now.

With the change in attitude from his supposed academic rival, his emotions have been askew these past days.  The lack of brattiness left a hole.  Something, such as a shift in the force, had changed his whole routine entirely.

“Fuck off,” Y/N spat.

“Nah.”

“Whore.”

“Eat shit and die,” Onion smirked.

“That’s my fucking line,” Y/N gasped dramatically at their own words being used against them.

“Oh whatever,” Onion chuckled fondly.

19 hours, 5AM.

The two sat in Y/N’s living room now as they chatted and argued about anything they could find.  During Onion’s dramatic listing of every time he’s won against Y/N, he noticed them staring long and hard at their bedroom door.

“Earth to dumbass, what’s up?”

“I should get a start on some of my other assignments.  So close to finishing yet...” Y/N let out a harsh sigh.  “You probably want to head back to yours anyways.”  Onion sat upright at this.  “See, like a fucking dog–”

“No.”  Y/N raised an eyebrow?

“Fuck you mean, no?”  Onion himself didn’t even know what he meant.

“No as in… I’m not going home?”

“Suit yourself.”  Y/N got up and went to their bedroom, leaving Onion dumbfounded on the couch.

No?  What am I even going to do here…  He took a deep breath before walking over to Y/N’s bedroom.  They were already at work on their laptop.

“Hey, I’m gonna go,” Onion muttered.

“Figured, I’ll see you out then.”  Y/N led the way to the door while Onion trudged along behind them with his work bag.  

“Are you actually showing up tomorrow,” Onion snickered.  His face turned to an unreadable expression the second he noticed Y/N look away silently with a stone face as they pondered it.

“Nah, fuck that,” Y/N chuckled dryly.  An idea popped into Onion’s mind.

“Burned out?”

“What?”  Y/N knew what he was talking about of course, but the fact that Onion even questioned it felt out of character for him.  “So what if I am,” Y/N snapped.

“Well… you know that’s not healthy…”  Onion started.

“Yes, but it got everything done so I don’t see why—”

“Because you worried me.”  Y/N’s eyes widened.

“I worried you?”  

“Yes.”  By now the both of them were staring at each other in the entrance to Y/N’s apartment, neither of them moving and the silence filled with their heavy breaths.  Onion stepped forth and held out both of his hands.  Y/N gave a sharp look at him as he gestured towards them, keeping them outstretched.  Y/N hesitantly put their hands in his.

“You can’t just say that…” 

“I can’t?”  They dropped his hands.

“No, it.. It’s confusing for me.”  Onion leaned against the wall, shoving his hands in his jacket pocket.

“It’s confusing for me too, you know,” Onion whispers, averting his gaze to the ground.  Perhaps if he stared hard enough, the wall and him would combine as one and he’d be able to leave.  Taking care of his little siblings was one thing, comforting someone his age was another.  There was a reason he resorted to talking to his friends online.

“Hey…”  Y/N stepped forward, their hand twitching.  “What’s on your mind, if you don’t mind my asking?”  A faint smile was painted on his face.  After all this, they’re still so kind.

“I.. don’t mind per say.”  His bag weighed heavily on his shoulder, pulling his heart to the ground in ache.  “I’m just not sure I know how exactly to say,” he sighed.  A gentle finger laced with one of his own as Y/N hooked them together.  Looking up in confusion, they dragged him over to the sofa.  

“Let’s start from the beginning shall we?”

After a couple hours, the two had made up that night, and with help from Y/N’s visitor and a sleepover numerous late assignments were turned in.  Now, it’s been a whole week since that night.

“Hey, you know you don’t have to keep coming over,” Y/N laughed as they stirred the miso in the pot as normal.  This routine came back immediately.  Onion coming over to Y/N’s, the smell of miso soup filling the apartment after settling down for a few minutes.  A chat about interests along with plenty of time for assignments.

“Yeah well, you make my day plenty more interesting, ‘you know,’” Onion mocked.  Feigning offense, the miso soup pot was set in the middle of the counter with a cork mat underneath.  As Onion grabbed himself a portion, Y/N strolled over to the TV and turned it on for background noise.  

“Yeah yeah, oh how I must brighten your oh so, dark, dreadful, drowsy days.”  Laughter filled the apartment, almost drowning out the TV noise.

“...festival lasts for a few days, but, due to fortunate circumstances, will be held during local schools' vacation days.”  The TV listed the dates as the two college students looked at each other.  “Not to mention, the Winter Festival is known for the competitive nature that it brings to it’s attendees with the plethora of games, contests, and more, only here at…”  

“That’s our Winter break dates huh…” Onion smirked. 

Y/N cleared their throat.  “Would you care to join me to this, uh, ‘friendly’ festival?”

“Oh,” Onion leaned forward.  “It’s on.”

[l-mint-l]

Blooming Panic: Dress to Impress Headcanons

all characters

Quest-

Ok outfits

I feel like he wouldn’t take the game that seriously 

and probably gives pretty high ratings because he doesn’t really care about winning

Either forgets to pose or only does like 3

Has to look up most of the prompts

Nightowl-

The best outfits imaginable

He doesn’t even need to try that hard to slay

Probably wants to increase his chances of winning and votes conservatively 

Does like as many poses as possible on the podium 

When he sees a good outfit he rates appropriately though

Wins top 3 almost every time

Doesn’t need to look up what any of the prompts mean, just knows what to do

NakedToaster-

Silently rages over the game a little

He goes all in on his outfits but usually don’t come out the greatest

Wants to win so he votes everyone one star

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts but after a while memorizes them

Xyx- 

Just messes around in the game for the whole round

Puts on anything and makes the most atrocious outfits on purpose

Does the pose 28 repeatedly each runway walk

Doesn't even look at the prompt

June-

Very good outfits

Sometimes adds things that dont really fit with the theme just because she likes the clothes 

Has like a few select poses she uses each round and clicks them at a reasonable speed

Understands most of the prompts but usually keeps a page open to reference

OnionThief-

Refuses to play

But if someone manages to convince him then very reluctantly trying to win

His outfits aren't the best and the fact nightowl beats him every round frustrates him

Doesn't pose at all

He has a list of all cycling prompts and keeps reference images of all of them on hand and organized

BigLady-

Plays just for fun and doesn't really care about winning

If they're playing in the voice channel likes hearing everyone being competitive in the game while laughing at their antics 

chooses some poses she finds funny and just uses those at a reasonable frequency 

Has pretty good outfits and usually gets in top 4 

Understands the prompts but sometimes uses references

Two2-

Gets kinda competitive but not too serious about it

Joins BigLady in observing the others antics if it’s being played in the voice channel

The two of them joke about everyone for days after they’ve played

Has decent outfits but the outfits do get a little chaotic looking sometimes

Spams random poses

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

salociN-

Oh boy

First 3 rounds didn’t understand how to put on items and had trouble walking around in game

Once he gets used to the mechanics a little(with the help of quest and biglady)

His outfits are not the best but he doesn’t really care

Doesn’t pose because he can’t really figure it out still

Votes everyone 5 stars because he thinks everyone's outfits deserve a high vote

Doesn’t understand the prompts

Has one of his children next to him explaining what the prompts are or if he’s in the servers voice channel June or Nightowl explain it to him

Societyboy-

Gets toxic about it

The most atrocious outfits imaginable even though he’s trying

Doesn’t pose cause he’s too busy arguing with people in chat that his outfit is actually good

Has to look up a lot of the prompts

Smashes keyboard when he gets last place(it’s inevitable)

[fafi-and-oblivia]

Workaholic

Onion x MC

(Written by: Fafi <3)

Onion leaned back, sighing uncomfortably. He stretched his limbs and cracked his fingers before hunching over his work again, Onion lost track of time frequently during his most busy weeks, and this was no exception. This usually meant he had skipped meals, often not moving from his desk unless it was for the bathroom or to sleep, but now that was different due to a recent change in his life. He heard soft-footed steps come up behind him before a set of hands lightly rested on his shoulders. He willingly embraced the touch, resting back against his chair. Slow but firm thumbs sank into the knots that worked their way into his back from hours of tireless work releasing his pent-up tension. He gave a relaxed, drawn-out groan. He let his head fall onto the back of his chair, eyes closed, relishing the moment. After a few moments, he felt the hands leave but only for a few seconds before two fingers settled on either side of his jaw soothingly, rubbing gently as to not cause pain. Then a soft kiss was placed to his forehead, hands holding either side of his face. As the warmth of the kiss pulled away he let his eyes flutter open delicately. He was met with familiar [eye color] as he stared up at his partner with nothing but adoration and love. It was rare to see him this peaceful, this vulnerable,

“you need anything.?” your voice rang through the calm, tranquil atmosphere, breaking the silence. He hummed in thought, eyes falling closed again wrapped up in the way your hands felt on his cheeks as your thumbs glided gently across his skin. He would never admit he lived for moments like these, it made all the hard work he did feel worth it, he had someone special he needed to provide for. You let the silence hang in the air another moment before speaking up again. “I have dinner in the kitchen, why don't you take a break for a little while and if you like we could go for a walk after we are done.”

He opened his eyes again with a smile, “that sounds lovely mi alma.” There is love laced in his words as he spoke to you. Even if a plan was agreed upon neither of you made an effort to move, looking deep into each other's eyes like there was nothing outside this bubble of quietude you both created in this moment. Then without missing a beat he reached a hand up placing it behind your neck and pulled you down softly into a soul binding kiss. Pulling away he looked into your eyes a second or two longer almost entranced before finally pushing back his chair coolly. Predicting his movements you stepped back to give him room heading towards the door and stopping to look back at him. Now up he walks over to you with easy bliss. As he approaches you extend a hand to him and he slips his hand into yours intertwining your fingers loosely into one anothers heading out of the room. Work wouldn't need to be as disheartening if you were there to remind him to care for himself.

Hello, Fafi here! Hope you enjoyed the lil fanfic, been a long time since posting but happy to be back after the long holidays with some content! (insert Bo Burnham's song; Content LMFAO)Apologies for any errors as well, that's all for now see yall next time!

[chris-continues]

Chris. Bestie

I ask of you.

Onion fluff

…the shallot gets reprieve THIS ONCE.

“You’re kidding.” He stares down at the homemade dinner you’d made, “..Thank you.” He mumbles, a semblance of gratefulness and awkward dork that is your compsci boyfriend.

“Not kidding at all- and I know you’ve had a long week. I thought you’d need it.”

He hums, affirming your suspicion as he takes a seat, gazing at you with an unspoken love in his eyes despite exhaustion.

“Thank you.”

[pr3ttym3l]

blooming love <3 (onionthief fanfic! :3)

Chapter 1: The Discord Server

In the chaotic world of the internet, there are countless niches where people find their communities. For Onionthief and Y/N, their haven was a Discord server dedicated to the novel Blooming Panic. It was a vibrant corner of the web where fans of the book gathered to discuss theories, share fan art, and revel in their love for the story.

Onionthief, known in real life as Adrian, was the server’s unofficial moderator. His presence was like a well-intentioned storm—authoritative and disciplined. He believed in maintaining order and keeping discussions on track. To him, the server was a sanctuary where people could escape the chaos of life and immerse themselves in the world of Blooming Panic. His strictness was his way of showing dedication to the community he cherished.

Y/N, or Emily as she was known to her friends, stumbled into the server one evening after another exhausting day at her finance job. Her life was a whirlwind of spreadsheets and numbers, a world far removed from the fantastical realms she read about in her favorite novels. She joined the server hoping to find some respite, and what she found was a group of people who shared her passion for Blooming Panic. Emily quickly became an active member, bringing her own unique insights and creative theories to the discussions.

Chapter 2: The Clash

Adrian and Emily’s first interaction was anything but smooth. Emily had posted a theory about a subplot in Blooming Panic that Adrian, with his meticulous approach, thought was off-base. A debate ensued in the server, with Adrian arguing his point with the rigor of a scholar, while Emily defended her theory with passionate enthusiasm.

"Your theory is interesting, but it doesn’t quite fit with the timeline," Adrian said in a firm tone.

Emily replied, "I see where you’re coming from, but I think you're missing a crucial detail. If you consider the character's background, it makes perfect sense."

The debate continued, with both sides presenting their arguments. The discussion was civil but intense. For the first time, Emily felt both challenged and intrigued by someone who seemed to be her intellectual equal.

Chapter 3: The Compromise

Despite their initial clash, Emily and Adrian found themselves drawn to each other’s perspectives. They started to communicate more, not just about Blooming Panic, but about their lives outside the server. Emily learned that Adrian was a dedicated student who valued education above all else, while Adrian discovered that Emily was trapped in a job she despised, using her love for literature as an escape.

Their conversations became more personal and less about the book. They shared their dreams and frustrations, their fears and hopes. Adrian admired Emily’s passion for literature and her resilience, while Emily began to appreciate Adrian’s dedication and the principles he stood by.

One day, Adrian opened up about how his strict approach to life stemmed from his desire to ensure a better future for himself and those he cared about. Emily, in turn, shared her struggles with her finance job and how it drained her creative spirit.

Chapter 4: The Connection

Over time, their relationship evolved from a series of debates to something deeper. They found themselves looking forward to their conversations, feeling a connection that went beyond their shared love for Blooming Panic. They started meeting in person, finding a delicate balance between Adrian’s structured nature and Emily’s spontaneous spirit.

Adrian introduced Emily to his world of academic rigor, helping her understand the value of discipline in achieving one's goals. Emily, in turn, showed Adrian how to embrace the unpredictability of life, encouraging him to take breaks and enjoy the little things.

Chapter 5: The Blooming Love

Their love story mirrored the unfolding drama in Blooming Panic. Just as the novel’s characters faced challenges and grew through their experiences, Adrian and Emily navigated their differences and found strength in their union.

Adrian’s strictness softened as he learned to appreciate the unpredictability and beauty in Emily’s world. Emily, in turn, discovered a newfound respect for structure and discipline, finding a way to integrate it into her own life without losing her love for literature.

Their love was a testament to the power of compromise and understanding. They taught each other that while differences might seem like obstacles, they can also be the foundation of a stronger, more meaningful connection.

Epilogue: A New Chapter

Years later, Adrian and Emily still frequented the Discord server, now as a couple deeply in love. They continued to discuss Blooming Panic and their lives, finding joy in the community that had brought them together.

Adrian had found a balance between his academic pursuits and his personal life, while Emily had transformed her passion for literature into a career. They both cherished their shared journey, knowing that their love had blossomed from a disagreement into a lifelong partnership.

Their story was a reminder that love can be found in the most unexpected places, and sometimes, the most unlikely people can come together to create something truly beautiful.

[sailxrmxrs]

i hadn't written for bloomic in a hot sec and the first one back was onionthief? ignore that this is being posted after quest djskgls. anyway it is onion boy's birthday so therefore today u are all onion enjoyers bc them's the rules. in celebration have something from the dusty corners of my brain bc onion deserves a little happy as a treat. also bc it gives me an excuse to write bloomic fic again hehe. is this also a little self indulgent bc i want more soft onion content? oh most definitely but that's basically my entire tumblr at this point lmao. and now i guess i go hibernate until quest's birthday goodbye gamers and enjoy the cute onion vibes.

Onion always found this time of year to be his favourite. The passing of summer meant long gone were the painfully hot days and in their place was a persistent breeze that left the tip of his nose and ears permanently flushed a slight tinge of pink from the cold. But he gladly took the chill over humid days stuck inside while working on some summer college project. As the autumn weather crept closer, he felt far more at home. It also happened to be the same time as his birthday, an occasion that Onion was not overly fond of. It wasn't that he disliked the day or what it signified, but he also didn't particularly care about it either. Every year was the same routine, go home to visit his family, eat enough cake to leave him so tired of it that he wouldn't want another slice until his birthday the following year, and then he'd take himself off to his room to finish work for his upcoming semester classes. This year he'd expected to be no different until a certain someone had found their way into the Blooming Panic server he'd also frequented in the last few years. Meeting you had altered many things in Onion's life, his priorities suddenly shifting the closer the two of you became. It took him some getting used to, sharing so much of himself with another. But as his birthday neared, Onion was coarsing with an excitement like no other he'd felt at this time of year.

Due to an unfortunate class schedule, he'd had to delay plans of going home to spend time with his family. It wasn't ideal, but he knew he could cope with the change when he made plans to spend the night on a call with you. After all, what better way to celebrate his birthday than with the person he cares for most? Throughout the entire day he operated on what felt like sheer muscle memory. His mind was elsewhere, drifting away to thoughts of you when he really should have been taking notes. One day of inattention was worth it. But what had started as pure, unadulterated excitement and anticipation soon became restless concern. By now he usually would've seen a message or two displayed on his phone of you sharing what you'd eaten for lunch that day or a photo of you spending time with a friend. Those frequent daily updates were what kept Onion motivated throughout the day—little reminders of affection to combat the physical distance that impeded your relationship. He noticed their absence like a gaping hole in his chest. What started as occasional glances became frequent scrolling of any place you might message, just in case he'd missed something. That was, until the professor noticed his blatant distraction and directly called upon him to pay more attention. Onion's face turned bright red as he pocketed the phone, adamant he wouldn't look until the end of the day. Maybe you were just busy. Or your phone had ran out of battery because you'd forgotten to charge it the night before. While unlikely, these things did happen. And that thought was the only string of thread holding him back from imagining far worse scenarios.

The remainder of the day passed by in a blur, Onion's thoughts half on his classes and half drifting elsewhere, wondering what you might be doing. He hated how clingy he felt, silently willing his phone to buzz with a new message. But every time it happened and he lunged to look at the screen, disappointment would mar his features when he saw yet another ridiculous message from Nightowl or Xyx. The two, it seemed, had been scheming of all the ways they could bother Onion on his birthday. Any other day he would entertain them both with snarky replies and teasing quips but today his heart just wasn't in it. Truthfully all he wanted at this point was to get home and let himself wallow in uncharacteristic self pity for an hour before calling his family and going to bed. His journey home was uneventful as the rest of the day had been, weariness tugging on Onion's limbs as he finally made it past the threshold of his apartment door; his shoes and jacket were gone in an instant, the bag of textbooks dumped unceremoniously on the floor as he made a beeline for his bedroom. He was lying with his face buried in a pillow when his phone buzzed once more in his pocket with incoming birthday messages from the server members, all excited and asking about his plans. Onion scrolled through and sent half-hearted replies, trying to ignore the bitter taste in his mouth when he saw you weren't online and that you hadn't been online all day. He knew it was irrational to be so affected by the possibility that you were busy. But on his birthday? Maybe you'd forgotten, or maybe you were just waiting until he got home from class to see how he was doing.

Before Onion could let his mind dwell on it much longer, he decided to bite the bullet and just text you to see how you were doing. It couldn't hurt, after all, and it would only serve to ease his mind whenever you replied. Onion waited with baited breath as he started at the screen, watching the 'delivered' message turn to 'seen'. He bolted upright with his phone in hand as he waited for an incoming reply that never came. So were you just ignoring him? Was this some mean joke you were playing on him, spurred on by Nightowl or Xyx perhaps? As he was about to toss his phone across the room, a knock sounded at the door. Onion debated just ignoring it and taking a nap but the responsible side of his brain took over and had him dragging himself to answer the door. When he opened it and registered who was stood before him, Onion felt the breath leave his lungs. He'd expected it to be one of his neighbours asking to borrow something or complain about the noisy neighbour down the hall. Never in a thousand years would he have thought he'd see you stood there, beaming with unbridled joy at the genuine surprise on his face.

"Bet you didn't expect this, did you?" You teased, walking past Onion into his apartment as he moved to the side, still stunned by your appearance. Waving a hand in front of him, you laughed as he blinked and his eyes refocused on you.

"What are you doing here?" The question was so genuine, the shock still stinging his fingertips as they instinctively pushed the door closed while Onion's eyes did not leave yours for even a second.

"Last time I checked it was someone's birthday. Kind of an important day, don't you think? Not something I'd really want to miss," you reply as you set down the small suitcase of clothes you'd brought along to stay for the week. "Sorry I didn't text earlier. I wanted to but with the flight and getting over here there wasn't really much time. Plus I didn't want to ruin the surprise."

Onion nodded, everything finally weaving into something that made sense. "Yeah, no danger in that, babe. I was starting to think you'd forgotten me," he added, his voice humourous and joking as he pulled you in close, hands gentle in their approach. Despite how relaxed he tried to seem, it was clear there had been a genuine worry swimming in his thoughts at your silence.

Reaching a hand to cup his cheek, you whispered. "I'd never forget you. Not this birthday or any birthday after this one. You're too special to me."

Tears collected in Onion's eyes as he cleared his throat, moving away so that you wouldn't notice. "Did you eat on the plane? Or do you want to order something in?"

"Ah, ah no subject changing, sir. It's your birthday and therefore it's Onion appreciation hours."

The deadpan look he offered was devoid of any amusement, a pure pretense so as to hopefully escape your honeyed words of adoration that always made him blush. While he certainly loved to hear it, knowing you'd be able to see, and poke fun, at how flustered he really became around you was a mortifying thought. "No. Food. What do you want."

"You're no fun," you pouted, playfully poking his arm before turning to the bags sitting at your feet. "But there's no need to order anything because I'm the bestest partner ever and already picked a little something up on the way here! So you better sit your ass on the couch and eat up before it gets cold."

"You sound like my mom." Despite his complaining, Onion followed your instruction and took up his usual spot in front of the laptop he always kept on the coffee table for late night watching over dinner. It didn't take long for the substantial mass of food to become little more than a small box of leftovers for the following day. Onion was now sunk back into the sofa, an arm lazily hanging around your shoulder with his glasses left on the table. It was rare to see him not wearing them. So much so that he had slight indentations on the side of his nose that were a shade paler than the rest of his face. His eyes were closed, long lashes brushing the very tops of his cheeks as he tried to fight off the sleepiness.

"You're so adorable," you sighed, fingers tangling themselves in his dark hair as you admired him.

He didn't move nor open his eyes to reply. "I don't have the energy to fight you on this right now but know that I would if I did." His voice was lower and his words ever so slightly slurred with the tiredness that crept closer the longer he remained still in his spot on the sofa. It took everything in you not to snap a picture and post it in the server. They knew you were with Onion but even in his satiated sleepiness, he'd still not appreciate them seeing him like this. Though the temptation to pull out your phone and take a picture of his sleepy smile was too pressing and within seconds the image was set as your phone background.

"Don't think I don't know what you're doing," Onion murmured, opening one eye to glare at you though you knew without his glasses you were an unfocused image to him right now.

"If you want to change it, then come and get it," you teased as you stood from the sofa, waving your phone in front of you. Onion's smile grew and he reached for his glasses. However he didn't follow you in rising from the seat and instead leaned back again, a burst of energy spurring his infectious smile.

"Nah. I'll let you keep it. So long as you let me take one of you too." He pondered for a moment, eyes trailing over you still standing. "Or actually..." Onion leaned forward, hand reaching for your wrist as he pulled you in and catching you in his embrace. His lips were warm against yours, a kiss that had your thoughts spinning as it stole your breath away. Then a small camera shutter sounded but the sudden absence of Onion's lips was all you could think about.

His eyes dragged slowly from your lips up to your eyes, surveying every inch of your flushed face. "Perfect." Onion lifted his spare hand, thumb gently dancing over your bottom lip as you remained transfixed under his gaze.

"Hey, guess what," he whispered, voice quiet yet the only sound you could ever wish to hear in that moment.

"What?"

"I love you." Onion punctuated the confession with another gentle kiss, proclaiming all the words and emotion that lingered in his heart that he couldn't quite say. Sometimes actions speak louder than words, and for Onion, the softness with which he held your face shouted and screamed all the unspoken feelings that flooded every vein of his body; an all-consuming and ever present adoration that he doubted he'd ever be able to truly put into words. The words were never strong enough, never good enough, to accurately depict all that he felt every time he looked at you, touched you, heard your voice calling his name. To even think that he could regard someone like you in this manner felt like some dream promising him a lifetime of eternal happiness. And it was a dream he intended to hold onto, for as long as you reached for his hand.

[heavensickness]

Are you gonna elaborate on the nightowl&onionthief as foils to each other post? Would love to hear your thots 👀

(tbh my thoughts are not organized or coherent, it's just me comparing them to each other while i'm at the bus lol)

I think that instead of just portraying them as polar opposites, their dynamic is used to draw attention to their most noticeable and most important features - their core features if you will. It's hard to list all the things I've noticed right now since I am a forgetful person but the first example that comes to my mind is their families and their ways of upbringing, which has fundamentally shaped both of their characters.

Onion comes from a big family with an openly troubled parental figure (his father) that disturbs the peace within the family. The fights in his house are loud and they are impossible to ignore. On the other hand, nightowl is an only child (small family) whose parents are still together and seemingly uptight, "proper" people where the disturbance comes from deep within the family; quiet, repressed, and ignored.

these are just my headcanons but I believe that onion was brought up to ultimately become the savior of his family; the perfect eldest child who can't and won't do any mistakes, who will put his family back together like a broken puzzle, and will give his mother & his siblings the safety and peace they have been deprived of their whole lives. The family is broken, he will be the one to fix it. And when we look at nightowl, he was brought up to be convinced that he is the problem. He is the disturbance staining the perfect family picture, the problem child, the black sheep. The family is right, he is the one breaking it.

As a result, we see two people who were brought up under seemingly opposite environments with one fatal common point: They are both crushed under the weight of the role they were forced to play, and they develop their own coping mechanisms. I think onion is someone who is in utter denial about how he actually feels. It is not that he is not exhausted or worried, it is that he can't be. He can't ever look back, he can't ask for help, he can't lean on anyone else. That is his cross to bear, even though it is actually not. And nightowl is like an open wound when it comes to feelings. He bleeds and bleeds, his desperation is not something that he can hide - or he doesn't choose to hide it. He needs to be loved. He needs to be taken care of. He wants to feel that he is worth it. This is why onion thinks that nightowl is over-emotional: They are actually starving in the same ways but onion buries it deep inside whereas nightowl showcases it. In my personal experience; when someone scoffs at specific emotions you display, it is generally because they feel the same thing with you but they like to believe that they can hide it well unlike you so they are above you in that sense. Onion could also vent in the server, right? He could "whine" about his exams, his part-time job, how he needs someone to love him, how he needs to hear someone telling him "good job!" just for once in his entire damn life, telling him that he is not alone and he's got this yadda yadda, but it is not proper. No one wants to hear him, onion of all people, talk about how weak he feels. He is above it. He is not nightowl, no, never! He wouldn't can't do that.

Onion represses it all by throwing himself into schoolwork, part-time jobs, exercising, and studying; because they are the "right" things to do, proper ways to channel his negative feelings into. That's what he thinks all while denying that he will eventually burn himself out someday. On the other hand, nightowl embraces unhealthy habits, drinking, meaningless and toxic relationships, and god knows what else because unlike onion, he wants to burn. He wants to let everything go, he wants to destroy himself until he can't feel anything anymore. In conclusion, through polar opposite habits, they are both destroying themselves. One in impenetrable denial, the other one staring at the truth and completely embracing it.

I know that I focus on family backgrounds a lot but I do believe that our families shape our lives from then on, positive or negative. The reason why they clash so much is that they both remind each other of someone. Someone who has shattered something inside them with no way of fixing it. Onion overall has a blunt and judgemental personality, but he becomes downright cruel when he hears that nightowl has been drinking and ignoring his responsibilities again. Like his own father. And nightowl's infamous lashing out is so sudden and shocking, and it happens right after the night he was berated by his mother and onion just triggers it all with his demeaning, condescending attitude. Which reminds nightowl about his own mother.

In each other, they see mirrors from a parallel universe and they just can't fucking stand it. Onion, the perfect, polished, self-sacrificing son nightowl's mother always wanted to have and made nightowl's life a living hell to mold him into. Carefree, lovable nightowl who is open about his feelings and has the leisure to be silly and to have fun, which is exactly what onion can never have because of the responsibilities he had to bear since he was a child.

In short, they are not opposites. They are distorted mirrors to each other.

[wannabechell]

Bloomic Ouran Au (1/??)

The idea for this came to me in the wee hours of the night when I couldn’t sleep. Kiss kiss fall in debt my friends, let’s go <33

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A tall, pink two story building, connected to several others just like it. Windows decorated with ornate, delicate carvings, highlighted with a silver trim. Flickers of gold accents on the columns glistened, emitting a glow as the sun rested in the azure sky. And at the very center of the front door? You, looking up at your home for the next school year.

Bloomic Academy. 

Word has it that only the city’s wealthiest and most luxurious high-class families get to enroll their children here. And yet here you are. The school gates acting as a giant lock; your scholarship the key. 

Going to a school surrounded with upper class folk didn’t have the most appealing sound to it. In fact it was quite the contrary. And you could hardly imagine the rumors spreading around the students right now:

Have you heard? A commoner got accepted into Bloomic.

What? There’s a commoner here?!

Yeah. Apparently they’re wicked smart and earned a scholarship to come here. 

Ha. Like they could afford the tuition anyway. 

You’ve managed to avoid their whispering for the most part. The spring semester had started only a few days ago, and you were just about done filling out paperwork from your transfer. Only a few sections left. Opening the main door, you were met with a grand staircase that led to the first of four libraries. Yes. Four. 

And each one was packed with students and other faculty members chattering among themselves. Not a single quiet corner in sight. Apparently at Bloomic, libraries were more like public hangouts. Which begged the question:

 Do rich kids really only come to school to have a good time? 

Defeated, you trudged along a hallway, brightly lit by the floor-to-ceiling windows. The campus was quite pretty at least. Several fountains led to the brilliant rose garden in the center courtyard. If all else failed here you could at least indulge yourself amongst the roses, letting the fresh air cleanse your spirits. At the end of the hall you could see two large doors, with a sign hanging above them:

Music Room 3

Surely no one would occupy this room all the way down here, right? Your fingers grasped around the door handle and you inhaled slowly, pushing it open. The smell of roses and tea immediately took you by surprise and you staggered back. Five boys, dressed in striking blue suits, smiled as you entered their space. 

“Welcome.”

If there was ever a moment in time you wanted to just vanish in a puff of smoke and teleport, this would be it. Maybe the library wasn’t so bad, certainly it was better than being here. Flustered, you managed to spit out a decently coherent sentence.

“I-I am so sorry! I didn’t think there’d be anyone here!” You turned back to face the door, frantically attempting to pry it back open and make your escape. 

“That’s quite alright cutie, please, do come in.” 

You froze. Did he just? Cutie?

“Hmm Xyx, I think you mentioned they were in your first period class, correct?” The one with pastel pink hair tied in a low braid turned towards another with a snake bite piercing. He looked in your direction and shrugged.

“Yeah, but they’re shy. They’re not very social so I don’t know much about them. But I’d like to.” Leaning forward he shot you a wink. 

You used your hands to cover your cheeks which were rapidly beginning to heat up. What was this place? 

“Xyx, please. They just arrived here, let’s not scare them off.” This time the one in the back of the group spoke; he had an undercut and stern expression on his face. Out of the five of them, he seemed to be the most grounded. 

“Oi, Onion relax. I’m just poking a little fun, they seem to enjoy it, don’t you love?” Xyx chucked, clearly amused by your reactions. 

The first one who spoke to Xyx piped up again. “Well, anyways, welcome to the Bloomic host club, our esteemed honor student. I’m Toaster. You’ve already met Xyx, and this is Onion. 

Toaster gestured to each boy respectively, before continuing. “Back there is Quest, and this-”

“Wait a minute! You must be MC! You’re the exceptional honor student we heard about!” The one who called you ‘cutie’ interrupted Toaster, quickly approaching you and cocking his head in curiosity.

You blinked. “How do you know my name?”

“Why you’re infamous, it’s not everyday that a commoner gets accepted into our academy. You must be truly intelligent.” Toaster mused, picking up a clipboard from the table and adjusting their spectacles. 

The blonde in front of you slung an arm around your shoulder, guiding you towards the others. “You’re a hero to other commoners, you know that? You’ve shown the world that even someone of your class can excel here at our private academy!” He then leaned in close and locked his eyes with your own. “I’m Nightowl by the way, pleasure to meet you.” Taking your hand in his, he brought the back of your palm to his lips, kissing it gently.

Oh god here comes the blush again. 

You smiled, distancing yourself from Nightowl’s ever-so-charming aura. You could feel yourself gradually being pulled in by it, swayed by the floaty feeling it left in your abdomen. You were trapped now. Kiss that escape route goodbye. Face to face with five of the cutest boys you’ve ever seen; what’s a student like yourself to do?

“Ignore him, we’re very happy you dropped by. I myself have been interested in meeting you, the commoner who managed to enroll themselves at Bloomic. I’m quite impressed actually.” Quest’s soothing voice broke the silence as he nodded at you. Even though Quest’s large form made him seem pretty intimidating, his personality claimed otherwise. A gentle giant of a man. You made a note to get to know him better later; he seemed like someone who was very easy to talk to.

But regardless, so much for trying to blend in with the crowd, everyone here knew about your acceptance. Nightowl cleared his throat, tossing an annoyed glare at Quest for a moment. 

“But now that they’re here, they no longer have to feel alone. We welcome you, dear honor student, to our world of beauty!” Flashing a grin, he posed elegantly, running a hand through his hair. “Now this does raise a question, cutie.” His eyes glossed over your face, taking in every detail. “Do tell, what sort of guys are you into? I’m practically bursting with intrigue.” 

You coughed, thrown completely off guard by his sudden personal question. “Um, what?” 

He slowly began to make his way towards you once again. “Do you prefer the shy type, the strong, quiet type, how about the mischievous charming type?” 

Panic began to swell in your stomach, rising up through your chest and to your throat. “Uh well, I-I haven't really given it much thought, but that’s besides the point, all I was looking for is-”

“Or perhaps…” He snaked an arm around your waist, using his other hand to hold your chin. Pulling your gaze to meet his own, you were entirely rendered speechless. “Maybe you’re into someone like me, hm?” 

You broke free from his trance, stumbling backwards just a bit too quickly, and before you knew it you bumped into a wooden podium. Whipping around, you could just barely make out the tip of a large vase as it tumbled to the floor. Time seemed to slow, like it was being stretched out by the hands of the universe itself. Your fingertips just missed the vase’s rim, and it soon sat before you all, shattered into a thousand tiny little fragments. 

Still leaning over the podium, you cried out. No one moved. The clattering sound of echoing shattered glass bounced around in your brain, churning you sideways and making you dizzy. When time adjusted back to its normal speed, you bit the inside of your cheek and stood back up, eyes fixed solely on your shoes. 

Xyx moved up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “Aw, we were looking forward to featuring that vase in an upcoming school auction. You’ve done it now, doll, the bidding on that was supposed to start around sixty thousand.”

Immediately your eyes went wide. “Sixty thousand!? Oh my god, I’m gonna have to pay you back for that right?…..Shit.”  

The brunette laughed quietly. “With what money? You arrived here on a scholarship, remember?” 

Setting down the clipboard, Toaster picked up one of the larger chunks of glass, inspecting it thoroughly. “Well Owl, what do you propose we do about this situation?”

Nightowl took a seat in a grand chair, crossing one leg over the other and looking at you playfully. “There’s this famous saying you might’ve heard of MC. ‘When in Rome you should do as the Romans do.’ Since you don’t have much money you can pay us back with work. As of today, I officially dub you the Bloomic host club’s gopher!” 

Hearing the words pour from his mouth, your jaw dropped. A gopher? The one who runs errands? You’ve got to be kidding me.

“Now then, everyone prepare yourselves. Our guests should be arriving soon, and we want the very best for them.” At Nightowl’s order the other three boys went to various areas of the room, cleaning any dust and setting up little teacups and saucers. You watched them, partly out of wonder, the other out of the still paralyzing fear that you just broke something very expensive of theirs. 

Toaster stood up, tearing off a sheet of paper from the clipboard and handing it to you. In your eyes they could see the remorse that plagued your body. Surely they knew knocking over the vase was entirely an accident, but that didn’t stop their guest from feeling awful about it. Toaster wanted to do something to help them, but he wasn’t quite sure how. 

“Here’s a list of things we’ve been meaning to buy for club activities, but just haven’t had the time to do so. This should do nicely for your first errand. Oh and do try to make haste. Nightowl gets a little upset when he has to wait too long.”

As they extended the paper towards you, you could almost make out the faintest smile under their round glasses. Not a sarcastic smile. A sweet one. One that had a touch of sympathy behind it. Your fingers grazed one other as the paper was transferred, causing Toaster to quickly draw their hand back and glance away. 

Bidding the host club farewell, you set off to do some shopping. Who would’ve thought in a million years that within your first week of attending Bloomic Academy, you’d not only break a sixty thousand dollar vase, but end up being the errand-person for the academy’s host club?

I didn’t even know this school had a host club. Well, I guess that answers my question:

Rich kids do in fact, only come to school to have a good time. 

To be Continued

Stay tuned for part 2!

[storrmywiinds]

Forever Yours (Onion)

Pairing: OnionThief x Reader

Fandom: Blooming Panic

Prompt: OnionThief proposes to you

The soft breeze that filled the air made the trees above you shiver, and your hair blew gently over your shoulder as you walked down the path through the park.

The coldness of the ice cream you held in your hand didn't bother you, as the warmth from the person beside you made you forget about any coldness you experienced.

You hummed happily, bringing the ice cream cone back up to your lips for another taste, and you couldn't help but glance over at your partner from the corner of your eye; Onion set his eyes forward, his ice cream cone almost finished in his hand.

He blinked, feeling your eyes on him and his face reddened, avoiding your stare by keeping his eyes forward.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because I love you!"

You giggled lightly, and Onion smiled, although he tried his hardest to hide it.

"Let's stop here…for a sec."

Onion said softly, the two of you stopping in front of a beautiful view of the lake that sat in the middle of the park. The setting sun reflected off the water, looking almost like a painting.

You took a seat on one of the benches and shivered as another gust of wind passed. Taking notice, Onion carefully took his blazer off and placed it over your shoulders. You smiled up at him, a silent thanks as he took a seat next to you.

You sat in silence for a moment, your ice creams finished, and you enjoyed each other's company. For as long as you have dated Onion, there were never any awkward silences, and although this silence wasn't particularly uncomfortable, there was some tension in the air.

"Okay, spill it."

You finally said, turning so you were facing Onion now. Your boyfriend looked at you, taken by surprise at your sudden question, and he raised his eyebrow, something you've learned which meant he wanted you to continue.

"All this,"

You spoke, gesturing between the two of you. Onion never did expensive gifts or great experiences; you were happy with the dollar store stuffed animals and eating take-out in the living room of your tiny apartment, watching some stupid show that had the two of you hooked.

"Us getting dressed up, the date at that fancy restaurant. It's not a birthday and not our anniversary."

"Trust me; I'm not complaining about seeing you dressed up. I think you look fine as hell."

Onion laughed at that, his cheeks turning pink as he shook his head. Onion turned from you, facing the lake and the orange tinge in the sky, left by the sun now dipping beyond the horizon. You frowned, worried now that you might've said something wrong.

You said his name softly, and you reached towards him, taking him by his chin, so he was now looking at you. Onion didn't keep secrets from you, not once, but now he was hiding something from you, and the worry that was heavy in your chest blossomed with anxiety; you were scared to find out the truth.

You met his eye, your eyebrows furrowed with worry; he didn't avoid your heavy stare this time.

"Is everything okay…?"

"Everything is…"

Onion took a deep breath, his shoulders dropping and his posture bent.

"Perfect."

"Huh..?"

Onion moved from you and stood, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as his back was towards you. You blinked, confused. Your hands fell into your lap, and the worry and anxiety that made your chest tighten changed to pure confusion.

Leave it to Onion to be pissed about being happy. Figures.

You watched him silently as he tried to gather his thoughts, and you couldn't help but admire the way he looked in the dim light of early dusk; your heart filled with so much love for him.

Onion steps forward, and you think he's going to hug or kiss you, but he reaches around and digs into one of the pockets of his blazer that's still sitting securely around your shoulders. A moment passes, and then another before he turns back towards you, wringing his hands together in front of him. You watch him curiously, giving him all the time he needs to be able to say what's weighing him down.

"You…have been one of the best things that have ever happened to me.."

Onion begins, hiding whatever he had grabbed between his hands. You looked up at him, smiling warmly at his sweet words. Onion closes his eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"Fuck…I thought this would be easier…."

"What?-"

"Please, don't say anything. Not yet."

Onion clears his throat, starting over. Onion glances down at his hands and huffs, whispering something under his breath that you didn't catch.

Then, Onion is on the ground in front of you, a small velvet box sitting in his palm, and he looks up at you; he looks almost like a young boy, wide-eyed and hopeful, his entire heart is on his sleeve for you to take. You're taken back, surprised at the glittering ring that sits perfectly in its box, and your eyes flicker back to Onion's eyes.

"I thought…we were saving money?"

"We were,"

He shrugs; you can see a thin line of sweat gathering on his forehead despite the coolness of the air around you.

"I just didn't tell you what we were saving money for."

"So, will you marry me?"

[all-gabs-bloomic-fanfics]

He's Just Proud of You

Dinner date with onionthief and his mom. You ticked off all the boxes in the perfect partner checklist, but feel that Onion only likes you in his head.

status: completed, plotless

chapters: 1

You've just accepted a dinner invite.

"My mom would be really pleased," Onion said, a little too enthusiastic.

It wasn't that you hated being Onion's plus one. Or that you pretended to be someone you're not.

It was true. You worked hard to be the kind of person you are now, and you had a sense that Onion's mom genuinely liked you without projecting her ideals. You didn't need her to.

No, the problem was that it was all very real.

"Onion, until when..."

"Til 8pm would be good. You're welcome to stay longer, but I know it's short notice so you may have plans after--"

"No, until when is this?"

"The dinner? I don't understand."

You sighed and stared at Onion. "This relationship."

Onion's face faltered. "Are you asking this question for reassurance, or because you're... unhappy?"

"I'm happy, I really am," your voice wavered and your eyes stung. You turned away. "But sometimes it feels like you're dating me just to please your mom."

You stopped speaking, counting your breaths.

You didn't want to get emotional. Not in front of someone who doesn't care about you in that way.

Two arms wrap around your shoulder.

"You thought none of this was real?"

The walls you put up came breaking down.

"You keep saying your mom is proud of me, your mom will be glad to have me, your mom..."

Onion hugs you tighter.

"Your mom is the only reason why you date me."

There. You said it. Whatever happens now, you finally got it out of your chest. Onion didn't like you. He will probably ask you to stay, enumerating all your achievements and qualities you had that were "good in a partner".

You knew saying anything won't change his feelings. Not when you're this... emotional fragile mess. Not when you're not the perfect logical achiever. But you had to say it.

"I ticked off all the boxes in your checklist, and that's why your brain chose me."

You dug your index finger to your temple. It hurt, but Onion took it away.

"I would never do that."

"I know. Pointing fingers at your temples is pointless, isn't it?"

Onion turns you around to face him. There's an intensity in his gaze.

"I would never date you just for that."

You had no time to process what he said, as he enveloped you in another hug.

[rainslices]

it's over - [onionthief/alatusnxmeseos]

HI #bloomingpanic nation i wrote some onion/al (my bpsona) angst a while back and thought id share it here too nyeheh... they go to the same school and it's been some since post-grad (the time when they broke up). basically al moves out of their and onion's shared flat, and onion helps finish moving the last of their boxes into their new place. the title is based on Palace's song 'It's Over' which i'd imagine would play as onion drives off AHAH neways enjoy

⠀⠀"Phew... would've taken the entire day without your help- you didn't really have to, but thanks again..."

Onion takes a moment to process it all. Strange. This was much like the day the two of them moved in together—the sky was of pink and purple hues, too. A cold breeze brushing the back of his neck brings him back to the present.

⠀⠀"... I guess this is where we part ways." he chokes out.

And the knot in Al's chest grows tighter.

It never really crossed their mind how things between them would end. And now that it was happening, it hurt. It hurt immensely. A family of four adopted kids; committing to such a thing only seemed like an opportunity to worsen the issues Al has still yet to recover from. So why keep him shackled when there were seven billion other people out there who could easily fulfill his lifelong dream?

They muster whatever energy they could to form a smile, leaning away from the door frame and nudging his shoulder with a loose fist.

⠀⠀"Last I checked you took comp-sci, not theatre."

Onion snorts. Ah, how they'll miss that sound.

���⠀"Al."

Their breath hitches. But silence quickly follows as Onion struggles to find the right words to say.

Keep in touch? See you later? Or maybe, Have a nice life? God, these phrases were far from telling how much he'll miss the feeling of their warmth by his side.

Meanwhile, it is taking everything in Al to not wrap him in a tight embrace. Al could never do that. Not now, not even after. After all, it was always Onion who said not to compromise yourself for others, no matter what.

⠀⠀"... Samuel."

⠀⠀"Aluede."

...

⠀⠀"Onion."

⠀⠀"Alatus."

There was a pregnant pause. It just didn't feel the same anymore.

⠀⠀"Have a safe drive."

The door closes with a resounding click.

[selestrophilx]

ʚ Blooming Panic

platonic/familial only are in color, but all characters could be written platonically if that's what the requester wants <3

xyx

nightowl

Quest

↳ [GN!] Slow Dancing with xyx

onionthief

NakedToaster

notes

i'll add and link the fanfics under the names once i get requests for the characters, so if you see your favorite character without anything under it, feel free to request! please! some of them i didn't add bc i don't know how to write them </3

[sailxrmxrs]

started thinking about college au things and i couldn't settle for just one li so have them ALL (plus onion bc yes, i'm an onion simp). these are all just fun little meetcutes/relationship origins i can imagine with them in a university/college setting. i'm going to try and keep it regionally neutral but some of my britishness will probably come through so sorry for that lol. also yes this is me trying to cling onto student life bc i lowkey highkey miss it. also we're imagining this is an alternate universe so that for quest's it doesn't get all sad and angsty. FLUFF AND HAPPY ONLY. also going to try and not go overboard on the length but we'll see how that works out lmao.

♡ nightowl ♡

It started with an invitation to a friend's house party. You'd planned to go along with a group of friends, all excited to forget about the long week of classes and lectures in favour of a few drinks, overly loud music, and letting your hair down. You were dressed in one of your go-to outfits for the evening, though still comfortable enough that your feet wouldn't feel like they were about to drop off within an hour or two. When you'd assessed the completed look in the mirror before heading out, you were overcome with excitement for the night ahead. Luckily a decent number of people you knew would be there, but who knew how the night might turn out? Once there, night fully fallen and music pouring onto the street, the hours started to fly. Standing in the kitchen, looking for a snack to feast on while separated from your group of friends, an unfamiliar voice greeted you.

"Hey there, cutie. Not seen you around here before." The voice belonged to someone with blond hair and an assortment of earrings in each of his ears. He wore black skinny jeans, tears in the knees, and a patterned buttoned shirt, loose and tucked into the waistline of his jeans. The top few buttons were undone, revealing tanned skin and a single chain necklace resting just below his collarbones.

"Uh, hi. Guessing you frequent here then?"

"More than you'd believe." Seeing you raise an eyebrow at that in question, he clarified. "I live here, too."

"Ah. There was me thinking you were one of those infamous party boys."

It was his turn to quirk an eyebrow in curious questioning, a smirk playing upon his face. "Oh, yeah? Well, why don't you stick with me and find out, cutie."

You folded your arms across your chest, assessing the man in front of you before accepting his proposal. After all, what was there to lose? As it turned out, that might have been one of the better decisions you'd made while at one of these types of parties. Nightowl stayed by your side for the rest of the night, taking your hand to lead you in a dance to some upbeat remix, an arm sliding around your waist to protect you from overenthusiastic bodies bumping into you or knocking you over. At one point, you texted your group of friends to let them know you were fine and had met someone you would probably spend the rest of the night with. When they replied asking who this mysterious person was, Nightowl glanced at the incessant texts of the group chat and took your phone, taking a quick selfie with you and locking it, returning the phone to your pocket. You could feel the vibrations of incoming texts, choosing to let your friends flail over the mysterious, yet attractive, man you'd met in the kitchen. Instead, all of your attention laid on Nightowl, which he gladly returned. And later, when the two of you went outside for some fresh air, you happily returned the soft kiss under the moonlight, signalling the first of many to come.

♡ quest ♡

Getting a job at the local campus coffee shop had initially just been a way to help fund the expensive life of a student, but soon became a source of enjoyment. It was in a quieter corner of the campus and so its visitors were less frequent and typically nicer and easier to deal with than the busier spots. You liked the few hours away from coursework to make various coffees and serve pastries to the regulars on their laptops, furiously typing out their assignments for oncoming deadlines. That specific brand of pressure was entirely too familiar. But for the moment, your schedule wasn't too emotionally draining to think about; the nearest deadline was still a few weeks away, thankfully.

Throughout the time you'd spent working at the coffee shop, you'd started to recognise certain regulars along with their orders. There was one regular, in particular, whose face often remained implanted in your mind for the rest of shift—sometimes even for the rest of the day. He was tall with dark hair that treaded the border between brown and black. The lighting of the cafe made it hard to tell exactly what colour it was. But what really stuck in your mind was the contrast in the size of his build and the softness in his voice. Every time he came in, it was always the same. He'd order a latte and one of the assorted sandwiches on display, sitting at the same table while he ate. Once finished, he would bring his empty plate and mug to the counter and say his thanks for leaving. Despite the lack of actual conversation you'd had with him, there was no helping the growing crush that developed with each warm smile and words of greeting. Not only did he have a gentlemanly charm about him, but you also couldn't deny that he was attractive.

Another shift came and went, the clock signalling there was only ten minutes left until you could finally take off the slightly too tight shoes and get out of your uniform. The small handful of customers meant those final ten minutes wouldn't be all too strenuous, which was perhaps the singular saving grace to the shift. As you were stacking some freshly cleaned mugs, the sound of the door opening and closing signalled a new customer.

"One moment and I'll be right there," you called out, finishing up the task at hand. "Okay, what can I get for you?" You almost stopped short, seeing one of your favourite customers. His kind eyes were piercing, almost rooting you to the spot.

"Hi, could I just get a latte?" His voice spoke out, voice gentle yet clear against the sound of the radio playing over the speakers.

"Of course. Anything else I can get you?"

"Well, if it's not too much trouble, how about your number?"

You froze with your finger hovering over the screen through which you take note of the orders, head snapping up to see if he was serious.

"Sorry if that's a little weird. It's just that coming in here is always the highlight of my day and that's pretty much all down to you so..." His arm lifted to play with the hair at the nape of his neck, suddenly feeling awkward about his forwardness.

"Not at all. Hey, if you're not busy in like ten minutes, what do you say we skip the phone numbers and go straight to the date?" You almost shocked yourself with how easily you matched his energy, but you certainly didn't hate it either.

"You know what? I think I'd love that. I'll be waiting right over there, angel."

♡ xyx ♡

"You are the actual worst sometimes. I hate you," you complained, falling back onto the sofa as you suppressed your laughter.

"Not my fault you're so easy to scare," Xyx replied, slouching next to you, arms resting on the back of the sofa with one conveniently close to you. It had been a few months now since the two of you had moved in together after meeting through a mutual friend. You were in need of a place to stay with somewhat cheap rent, Xyx was in need of a roommate. It all worked out perfectly. That was, until you realised just how much of a menace Xyx liked to be sometimes. He was forever doing whatever he could to torment you. Whether that be hacking into your speakers to play some loud and obnoxious song at 3am or putting the exact ingredients you needed for your lunch on a shelf you couldn't reach. Currently, his personal favourite was to find some way to sneak up on you and scare you, cackling as you clutched your chest or let out a cry of shock.

"Well maybe you should be nicer to me before I decide to move out," you retorted, folding your arms across your chest and pretending to resume watching the tv channel you'd flicked to earlier.

A poke to the cheek threatened to shatter your façade. "You'd never move out. You love me too much," Xyx commented, continuing his ministrations as he poked and prodded at you until you turned to look back at him.

"Stop poking me or I'm cutting holes in all of your socks."

"What is this awful treatment I get? So boring aren't you, doll?" Xyx's face was the epitome of cocky smugness as he watched you fluster and flounder at the nickname. Ever since you'd moved in, he'd used his own special name for you at every opportunity. That's not to say you hated it, of course, but rather that it caught you off guard nigh on every time he said it.

"One day you'll actually date someone and then you'll finally have to stop calling me doll."

"And what makes you think that would happen, doll?" His arm then slid from the back of the sofa to fully rest on your shoulders.

"I hardly doubt your future partner wants you being all...like this," you said as you waved in his general direction. It was hard to formulate thoughts, let alone entire coherent sentences at this point.

"Like what?"

"Like...You know what I mean!" You launched a cushion at his head, watching him attempt to block it in time. Thankfully due to your close proximity, his reflexes weren't quite fast enough and the cushion hit him square in the face.

"Going to pretend that didn't happen. Anyway, about this future partner of mine—Hey don't pull that face this is a genuine topic here! I'm being sincere for once and look where it gets me!"

You narrowed your eyes, watching Xyx closely. "Fine, I'll bite. Go on."

"Well, you said my future partner wouldn't like me calling you doll, right? But you seem to be missing a vital piece of information here," Xyx said, his voice lowering as he inched closer and closer.

"What's that?" You managed to stutter out, feeling your heart racing faster and faster with each second that passed.

"You're leaving out the part where I want you to be my future partner, doll." Xyx's fingers gently traced your jawline, slowly moving to cup your chin. His gaze burned your skin, his touch leaving scorched marks in their wake. Your entire body felt like it had been consumed in Xyx's personal shade of flame. "Awfully quiet now, aren't we, doll? Cat got your tongue?"

"Just shut up and kiss me already."

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

"Mind if I take that seat?" The unfamiliar voice pulled you directly out of your distracted thoughts, reminding you that yes, you were here to study and not daydream. The stranger who'd approached your table was significantly tall with light pink hair that sat in a loose bun atop their head. The casual messiness paired with the oversized cardigan they wore truly made them look at home in the campus library. They even had a cup of coffee from the student café next door in hand.

"Of course, please feel free to sit there." They nodded and took up the seat opposite, sitting and proceeding with their work in silence. Having another so distinctly close by meant that you couldn't really procrastinate much more, especially considering how hard they were working themselves. Still, if it encouraged at least some degree of motivation to work and study then perhaps the unknown study buddy might be one to thank at the end of the day.

Once that afternoon passed, you expected to never see the pink haired student again. Yet, somehow, he continued to make an appearance on many of your visits to the library. Sometimes he'd already be sat there, working away with only a small glance and smile when you approached the table and took up your own seat. Other times he'd come rushing in, looking as though he'd been desperate to get there as soon as he possibly could. They were truly a mystery to behold. But, mystery aside, you rather quite liked the company. Their presence was soothing. Serene. Like the all-encompassing warmth you get from sitting beside an open fireplace, or the relief of waking up before your alarms signalled the start of your day. They were truly personified contentment and calmness.

One afternoon, you had planned to take another trip to the library to finish working on an assignment that was due in a few days time, but sudden meetings and last minute requests from classmates meant you never got the chance to actually go and study. It was a Thursday afternoon which was usually allocated toward silent studying with your mystery companion but, as it happened, this week was not granting you with its good grace to offer that small window of salvation.

A few days later you were sat at the usual table, head sufficiently buried in a book and working away, furiously taking notes when that hesitant voice sounded in your ears.

"I missed you the other day," they said as they unloaded their study materials and sat down in their usual seat.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that. Got caught up with a lot of other stuff that I didn't have the time to come down here like usual."

"Thought you might have gotten bored of me for a second," he joked, smiling as he opened a textbook.

You gasped in feigned offence. "Bored? I'm offended you'd think so poorly of yourself. But no, I could never get bored of my favourite study companion."

"Your favourite?" He questioned, pausing his page turning for a moment to stare questioningly at you, cheeks aflame.

You wouldn't have been surprised if your cheeks were the same colour at this point. "Well, yeah. I suppose you are."

"Good, because you're mine too. I love our little study dates."

"Me too—Wait, did you say...dates?"

He smiled to himself, eyes flickering the pages in an attempt to distract himself long enough so as not to sabotage the sudden confidence. "I did. Why, would you rather I take you out somewhere?"

♡ onionthief ♡

Another assignment season rolled by again, deadlines galore as students from all different subjects and specialties scrambled to get everything finished and submitted on time. It was a constant dance each semester that made for stressful times. Though, of course, there was the added stress shortly after deadlines when results were posted. Typically, most students just glanced at the grade and maybe skimmed through the notes to look for any major improvements. You, on the other hand, had gotten into the routine of saving your result reveal for a special someone in your life.

Onionthief was another student in your classes, studying the same subject as you and so generally completed the same assignments. All thanks to one afternoon discussing grades, it became the norm to wait and look at your assignment results together to compare and compete as to who did better. This had gone on since the very first semester of your degree, right through the way to now, the very last assignment of both the semester and your degrees. It was almost bittersweet simply because while graduating meant no more assignments and studying, it also meant you didn't have any other reasons to see Onionthief and compare with one another. It was difficult not to feel even a little bit down about it. After all, Onionthief's incessant pushing and presence right at your back spurred you on to get higher and higher grades; it was a mutually beneficial experience that you were sad to be saying goodbye to. Still, for now there was still one more assignment and one more grade to receive.

"Ready to lose for the final time, Onion?"

He rolled his eyes in exasperation. "Please, we both know how this is going to go. I'm fairly sure you never once listened to a thing the professor talked at us about."

"Ah, but not listening does not a bad student make," you retorted, waving a finger in his face with overconfidence. He was right that you hadn't always listened particularly intently, but you'd grasped the material easily and so didn't find the assignment to bring too many challenges along for the ride.

"No but doing that does."

"How? I'm literally just waving my finger in your face."

"Keep doing it and I'll break it so you'll never see your grade."

You raised an eyebrow, sitting back in your chair. "Oh please as if that'll stop me from looking. You know, now that we're about done with university why don't we work on your people skills next?"

Onionthief threw an obscene gesture your way, not deigning the question fit to answer. Instead he opened his phone to check the assignment board. "Results are up." He glanced back at you, noting the sudden concern etched across your features. "Hey, stop worrying. You'll be fine. Not as good as me, of course, but you'll have done as well as you always do."

"Rare comfort from Onionthief I hear? Someone buy me a lottery ticket, I want to see how far my luck goes."

"Never being nice to you again."

"Wouldn't dream of it. Now, what's the wager here? What are we getting if we win?"

Onionthief paused for a moment to think, contemplating all the ways in which he could extort this final gamble. "You win and I'll be at your beck and call for a week, no complaints. Well, maybe some, but not many."

"And if you win?"

"You let me take you on a date." He watched you double take, finding amusement in the surprised reaction. "What? You thought all this rivalry wasn't because I was obsessed with you? And there I thought you were smart."

As it turned out, the two of you had gotten the exact same grade down to the specific digit. There hadn't been an option in the initial clause as to what happened in case of a tie, but the two of you still went on that date anyway. And many more after the fact.

[sailxrmxrs]

it has been too peaceful around here. we need some angst to spice things up. specifically headcanons as to how the bloomic lis plus onion would react to mc wanting to break up with them. yes i am including the onion stealer bc i lov him a lot okay. he is not exempt from the pain. anyway this is going to be as angsty as i can get, which admittedly isn't that sad bc i am weak but it's still going to HURT. dw we'll get back to the regularly scheduled fluff shortly but first, break up angst.

♡ nightowl ♡

Nightowl is a consistent ray of sunshine and positive light in your relationship. He's always ready for some kind of adventure or to spend hours by your side. And you adore that part of him, he's extroversion incarnate and brings out a whole new side out of you. The relationship is sweet and loving, filled with all kinds of memories to cherish for the months to come. But then as time goes on, Nightowl's jealous tendencies start to shine through. He never goes too far with it, but there's a bitterness that lingers. A darkness that slowly builds in him, a swirling insecurity that threatens to bubble up and escape his throat. He hates that dark pit inside but he can't fight it, can't fully cut it off. And he knows it's only going to continue building until his body can't handle it anymore and everything comes crashing down around him. But before that can happen, you're calling him to go for a walk together so you can talk about something. Nightowl doesn't think much of it, but then he sees you and knows something's off. Something's wrong. And you're looking guilty, as though you're about to do something that'll hurt. And it does. Nightowl can't think of anything other than the immense pain that he's lost you. His soul was so blackened and infested that he finally drove you off. He's been told that he could be too much but you always assured him that wasn't true at all. Was all that a lie? Was Nightowl really just someone undeserving of true, unadulterated love? He doesn't even try to hold back the tears, letting them cascade in thick droplets down his cheek. He's mumbling a goodbye, voice cracking as he turns to leave you, knowing this is the end.

♡ quest ♡

Being in a relationship with Quest was easy. It was comfortable. Arguments were few and far between, with little cause for concern. At first that had been a welcome change from past experiences to be with someone so transparent and open about themselves. But over time it became wildly apparent how self-sacrificial he could be. Quest would relinquish so easily to avoid conflict, whether with you or someone else. While you'd initially thought he was just a passive person, you soon learnt that Quest simply gave up in the face of conflict. And while that fact did not initially hinder your relationship, slowly over time you felt as though you fighting a losing battle. Any disagreement was swept under the rug instead of talked over. All your grievances were met with unrelenting positivity and acceptance that it just felt like you weren't being heard in the way you needed to be. Over time it grated you down until one last disagreement came about. It wasn't anything particularly serious, but Quest's actions were as predictable as always. Feeling exasperated and tired of the same old conversations, you finally broached it to Quest. Of course, the cycle continued and it finally brought about the breaking point. You were done with all of this, exasperated and in need of a break. Quest couldn't quite believe what was happening and yet it also felt like a long time coming too. He'd been wondering when you'd finally grow tired of him. Finally realised you could do better. He thought that maybe if he let go of his past and took steps to being less intimidating, less imposing, just less then maybe he could find someone who would love him wholeheartedly. But, of course, he had been wrong to believe he deserved that and so now his life was to return to its original monotony, tinged with resentment for who he once was all those years ago.

♡ xyx ♡

In the early days of your relationship, Xyx had expressed a desire to take things a little slower. He'd later come to tell you exactly why that was—a really nasty breakup had left an invisible scar that would never truly heal no matter how much love you poured into it. Xyx had taken a while to fully open up and feel comfortable being vulnerable again, but now that he could? Oh, the freedom it granted him was euphoric. He felt like a whole person again, finally healing after months of stewing in that self-hatred and blame for how his previous relationship ended. All because you came along and wedged yourself in his heart and refused to leave. But Xyx didn't hate it, in fact I loved the person he had become with you and loved the ways he changed over the span of your relationship. Obviously there were ups and downs but that was to be expected in any relationship. What mattered most to him was that he could tell this was a relationship built on mutual respect and care for the other. As long as that remained, Xyx was content with you, was entirely smitten and in love. But when you texted him one day during his lunch break stating that you needed to talk, he felt an overbearing sense of dread collecting in the pit of his stomach. He knew where this was going. Knew exactly what was about to happen. So he shut down, shut off, and repressed it all. He was right back to square one, pushing away those who tried to get close. He sent a scathing reply and turned his phone off, not caring what you had to say. Storming out of the office building, he made a beeline for his motorbike full of dangerous intent and disregard for himself.

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

Toast would be able to process a breakup the easiest out of everyone. He's very in tune with his emotions and knows the best ways to deal with bad news. In past relationships he's been able to move on fairly quick, accepting that it had run its course and they just weren't the same people anymore. Sure it's sad but it's also a fact of life. That said, whenever Toast thinks about their relationship with you it's a different matter. They've known for a while just how deep those emotions ran, and that he cared for you and loved you more than any of those past relationships put together. Marriage is not something that's necessarily crossed Toast's mind before, but when he looks at you sitting across from him on the sofa he thinks maybe having a small wedding to celebrate your love would be nice. Nothing crazy nor extravagant, but just big enough to celebrate with the other server members and maybe some close relatives there too. Then one afternoon you're meeting up to grab coffee, and Toast has been thinking all day if he should maybe bring up the topic to gauge your thoughts on it. But those thoughts are pushed far, far to the back of their mind when you express your desire to break up. He's speechless, mouth agape as he stares at the coffee sitting between his hands. Suddenly it makes sense why you didn't order anything. You're explaining how you feel but Toast can barely hear it, their ears blocking out the devastating news you've brought upon him. He cuts you off, telling you to just get this over with and leave. They're not shouting, but you've never heard him speak with such venom before. Once you're gone, Toast sits back in their seat and sighs. They don't feel sad or angry, just empty. So, so empty. Where their heart used to be is now an expanse of oblivion—no more than an empty void of who they had been no less than five minutes ago.

♡ onionthief ♡

Onion thinks he can handle negative emotions well. He's had his fair share of tribulations and relationship struggles over the years that it's hardly something new for him. But then he met you and suddenly his entire world view shifted. Whereas before he was somewhat jaded or nonchalant regarding romantic relationships, he now cannot imagine a life without you in it. You brought a whole new light into his existence that Onion hadn't realised just how much he needed. He didn't have enough extremities on his body to count the number of times he's dreamed about a future with you: buying a house together, getting married, having kids. He wants all of that with you and knows just how perfectly the two of you fit together, like jigsaw pieces that slot together so easily it's nigh on impossible to imagine a time you weren't an entwined pair. And so, when that fateful day comes, Onion feels his entire world come crashing down around him. That once picture perfect jigsaw has splintered beyond repair; there's no fixing what has been broken ten times over, after all. His entire plan for your future has been torn to shreds in front of him and he can barely think, can barely process exactly what's going on. All he knows is that he needs to get out of here before he says something he'll regret. The emotions don't fully hit until night when he's laying in bed alone. Despite his own presence there, without you it's cold. Unforgiving. It's that unshaking feeling that something is missing that sets off the tears. And when Onion wakes up in the morning, his eyes are sore and pillow still damp from where he'd cried himself to sleep. This was going to be hard, and he wasn't sure how he was to pull himself through it with you by his side. But he no longer had a choice. He was alone once more, and he had to live with that fact for the foreseeable future.

[storrmywiinds]

In Your Arms - Onion

Pairing: OnionThief x Reader

Fandom: Blooming Panic

Prompt: Spporting his mom and younger siblings while attending school full time would - in theory - make him lose his mind, but he has you. (based on this post by Robo <3 thanks for breaking my heart)

When you enter, the apartment is dark and quiet; you call out to Onion. You hang your keys and remove your coat, flipping on the light in the kitchen.

You frown, your eyes landing on the stove that was still lit, and the pot that sat over it was empty. You approach, clicking the stove off, and move the pan into the sink; Onion and you often took turns making dinner, but it seemed tonight you would be ordering take out.

You called out to him again, his name filling the silence, and when he didn't respond again, you felt your chest tighten with panic. As you quickly approached your shared bedroom, you heard the loud pattering of water coming from the bathroom, and you swallowed thickly, pressing one palm to the door as the other grabbed the doorknob.

"Baby?"

You spoke softly, your heartbreaking at the sight of Onion; sat underneath the hot stream of water, his knees pulled to his chest, and he was still fully clothed. Onion blinked, water dripping from his eyelashes as he looked up at you; the bags under his eyes seemed darker than usual. You stepped into the bathroom, the door closing softly behind you, and you kneeled near the bathtub. Reaching forward, you gently moved his wet hair back, so it was no longer sticking to his forehead.

"Baby, what's going on?"

"I…snapped."

His voice was hoarse as if he had been screaming too loudly. Onion sniffed, turning his head, so you weren't able to look at his face.

"I uh…I failed that really important test today…."

"Hey, it's okay-"

You started to comfort him, but he shook his head, still not looking at you.

"That's not all. my mom called; my little brother is sick and needs money for his antibiotics, and then my boss threatened to fire me if I didn't get my act together."

"I don't know what to do anymore, [Y/n]."

His voice cracked, and hot tears ran down his cheeks as he finally looked at you. You frowned, your heartbreaking; Onion was strong, he spent most of his life caring for his family and excelling in everything he did, but now he broke at the seams. You reached forward, wrapping your arms around him, and hugged him tightly against your chest, your clothes becoming soaked, but you didn't care.

"C'mon, let's get you dried."

* * * * * *

Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, Onion stared down at the ground with a towel securely wrapped over his shoulders. You walked into the room, two mugs in your hands, and you sat next to him, handing one of the mugs to him. Onion took it silently, the warmth of the cup warming him up.

You sat in silence for another minute, sipping at the hot liquid in your mugs. You reached forward and placed your mug onto the nightstand, and placed your now free hand on to his leg, making him look at you.

"So…I called my parents, and they're sending some money from my savings."

"[Y/n]-"

Onion tried to stop you, but you shook your head and continued.

"It's enough to help your mom get medication for your brother and a couple of months' rent so you can quit your job and find something better."

You smiled slightly, moving your free hand, so it rested on top of his shoulder, and you played with some of the hairs at the base of his neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"I'm going to work some extra hours on the weekends and overtime on Fridays so you can focus on finishing graduate school."

Onion blinked, staring at you with wide eyes, and then frowned, biting the inside of his cheek.

"I'm the one who's supposed to work long hours so you can be comfortable…."

"Yeah, well, maybe once we get married and have a couple of kids, then I'll happily be a housewife."

Onion muttered something under his breath, and his cheeks warmed, his shoulders taut and raised to his ears. You laughed gently, leaning forward to press your lips to his cheek gently. You smiled slightly, tilting your head as you pulled away.

"What was that?"

"I said…"

He breathed deeply, avoiding your stare.

"... I don't deserve you."

[sailxrmxrs]

this was meant to be hurt comfort mild angst but then my brain decided no let's make the onion boy suffer. pls enjoy some nightowl and onionthief love triangle, unrequited love type vibes. loosely based on some discord thoughts about the possibility of onionthief falling for mc during nightowl's route. thanks discord for the inspo and the meals.

Another evening finally arrived, a day of working having dragged through your entire being, exhaustion seeping under your skin. You could feel the weariness settling in the form of a stiff back and a pain at the nape of your neck as you deposited the too-tight work shoes and the same blazer you always wore into the office. One day you'd be free of that soul-sucking finance job, but until that day came, you were merely a slave to the system. But, small victories could be found in the online webcomic you'd discovered all those months ago. Escapism incarnate as each update releases. Then, of course, you'd since joined the server and met the little community of fellow Blooming Panic lovers. Right from that first day when Nightowl had welcomed you in with open arms through a video call, you'd felt right at home amongst them all.

Naturally, as the days began to pass, bonds started to form. Nightowl and Onionthief in particular were more active members engaging in copious chats about university life. Most nights ended in the three of you being left alone on the server, chatting away until Nightowl asked to video call. Onionthief usually opted to log off at that point, not that Nightowl ever seemed to comment on the matter. If you ever brough it up, Nightowl would simply brush it off.

"Don't worry about Onion. He's too busy studying to join us. In the meanwhile, why don't you and I have a little fun?" He questioned, pulling a mystery bottle into the camera's view—no doubt filled with Nightowl's preferred alcoholic beverage of choice.

"Surely if he's studying then you should be too, hm, Nightowl?" A raised eyebrow lifted as you scrutinised the grad student on the other side of your screen.

"You wound me! How could you mention that word to me?" He teased, playing along with your playful jabs.

Your hands raised in a display of innocent questioning. "Hey you brought it up first. But don't you think we should invite Onion in here one night? I feel kind of bad leaving him out like this."

Nightowl scoffed, waving you off once more. "Don't worry so much! You're too cute to frown."

Rolling your eyes, it was your turn to admonish Nightowl and his advances. His casual flirting caught you off guard at first but by now you were used to it. Mostly, anyway. There were still little comments here and there that sent a fluttering of shivers down your spine. And Nightowl was fully aware of the fact, leaning closer to the camera with that smug grin on his face, scanning for any signs of a blush or nervousness in your smile. His intense stare had the pair of you descending into a fit of giggles, the voice channel filled with pure, unadulterated joy.

Meanwhile, however, entirely unbeknownst to the both of you, there was still someone lingering in the server, a spectator to the blossoming love story. Onionthief had set his status to invisible, feigning logging off, when in reality he couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight of your discord icon sat with Nightowl's. Couldn't help the pang of pain that struck deep within his chest, cleaving a crack in the bone and flesh. He hadn't meant to fall so hard, or so soon. He'd never even felt like this before about anyone—let alone about a person he had never even met. In fact the only reason he knew what you looked and sounded like was because of a misunderstanding.

It was another quiet night on the server, only Nightowl, Onionthief, June, and Quest online. June was sharing a new fanart she'd discovered; Quest was lurking while he worked; Nightowl was complaining about his boredom. Onionthief himself was contemplating logging off until he heard the familiar ping of a new login. And, just his luck, it was you. He typed out his greeting, trying his utmost hardest to ignore how his heart rate increased, how his fingers started to tremble ever so slightly. But before he could hit send, Nightowl's excitable greeting popped up first. Your reply came soon after along with a invitation to video call. Of course, you had greeted everyone in the server and so Onionthief had thought, for a moment, that perhaps you were inviting him too. So he joined, greeted by the familiar face of Nightowl, whose grin quickly dropped to an unapproving scowl when he registered who had also joined.

"Nightowl, play nice," an unfamiliar voice chimed, a new face appearing on Onionthief's monitor. "Hi, Onion! I didn't expect you to join but welcome. It's good to finally put a face to the name."

Onionthief was dumbfounded, unable to gather his thoughts. He'd already been falling for your encouraging words and joking remarks and now you turned out to be the most beautiful person he'd laid eyes on.

"Yeah. It's, uh, good to see you too. Am I interrupti-"

"Yes. You are," Nightowl interjected, his face flashing across the screen once more.

"Nightowl! I'm sorry, Onion he's being difficult. We could always call another time without a certain someone bothering us?"

Onion stumbled on his words, fingertips shaking against the hard plastic of his computer mouse. "Sure. Some other time, maybe. Uh, bye." He didn't even wait for a response as he hung up and shut down his pc. His cheeks were aflame with embarrassment and self loathing. How could he ever think you'd want to speak with him? Nightowl has it all: good looks, personality, intelligence. Sure, Onionthief liked to argue and fight him but at this point it was all jealousy. Nightowl had friends, a social life, someone who was interested in what he had to say. And what did Onionthief have? Stress, work, a social life so barebones and bland it barely constituted as being social.

And now, days later, he watched those same two icons chatting away while he remained invisible. To them, to everyone else. Even to himself. He knew it wasn't healthy to do this to himself. But he deserved it, right? He was the villain in this story, after all. The antagonistic force seeking to jeopardise the happiness of its main characters. No, Onionthief was not a main character in this love story. Perhaps one day he might be granted that pleasure. But, until then, he would remain relegated to the sidelines where he must watch on as those around him fell in love, found themselves, lived fulfilled and enriched lives while he could only yearn, hope, dream. Maybe it was time to close the screen and stay offline. Besides, who was going to notice?