#blooming panic onionthief x reader

[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.”

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About Oblivia!

Hello! You can call me Oblivia! I am one of two admins on this account. Feel free to talk to me about Buzzfeed Unsolved, Jack Manifold (+other youtubers/streamers), Taylor Swift, MCR, Lovejoy, Fall Out Boy, BTS, Minecraft, Cryptid Coffeehouse, baseball, and many other things!!

I will write: angst, fluff, fics, headcanons, character x reader

I will not write: NSFW, yandere, gore, anything morally wrong (pls use common sense, I will just delete asks with typical taboo topics), I also will not write for real people, or character x character.

Fandoms/characters I write! Asterisks(*) denote favorites to write. List is subject to change!

Blooming Panic (current obsession): Nightowl*, Quest, Xyx*, NakedToaster*, Two2, BIGLADY*, Onionthief*

Harry Potter (fuck JKR): Harry Potter, Ron Weasley*, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom*, Seamus Finnigan, Oliver Wood*, Draco Malfoy, Matteo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire

Percy Jackson: Percy Jackson*, Annabeth Chase, Luke Castellan*, Jason Grace*, Leo Valdez*, Piper McLean*, Frank Zhang, Hazel Levesque, Connor Stoll*, Lityerses, pretty much anyone!

The Quarry: Ryan Erzahler*, Dylan Lenivy*, Nick Furcillo, Jacob Custos, Abi Blyge, Max Brinly, Kaitlyn Ka*

Supernatural: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester*, Castiel, Kevin Tran*, Jack Kline, Charlie Bradbury

TSITP (boycotting season 2 bc I hate Belly): Jeremiah Fisher*, Conrad Fisher, Steven Conklin

To All The Boys/XO, Kitty: Josh Sanderson, Peter Kavinsky, Kitty Song-Covey, Min Ho*

The Umbrella Academy: Diego*, Five, Klaus

Bones: Zack Addy*, Vincent Nigel-Murray*, Wendell Bray, James Aubrey, Angela Montenegro*

The Haunting of Bly Manor: Dani, Jamie*

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ABOUT ME:

Hey people, welcome to my MTV house tour (blog). You can call me Sammy; I go by they/them pronouns for simplicity reasons. I will be reposting some of my AO3/Wattpad works on here, but want to transition to Tumblr being my main platform. I'm open to requests for oneshots and drabbles at the moment! Feel free to send me asks/reblog/comment on any of my works, it means a lot!

CURRENTLY WRITING FOR:

✩ Blooming Panic: NakedToaster, nightowl, Quest, xyx, BigLady, onionthief, Two2, June

✩ Our Life: Cove, Derek, Baxter

✩ Stardew Valley: Any bachelors/bachelorettes

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✩ Keep it SFW; nothing explicitly sexual, mature, or excessively violent/gory.

✩ I'm open to longer drabbles/multi-chaptered requests. Preferably try to keep requests in the range of 1-2 parts.

✩ Max of four characters per request.

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[ivyruins]

Hello! Can I request the LIs' and Onion's (or only the LIs if you want to) reaction to overhearing MC on a call with their friends ranting/rambling about them? { Sorry if it doesn't make sense }

a/n: its alright, I get you anon :D! I'm trying out a new style of writing (scenarios without the bullet points) so i hope this is alright!

+ I wasn't sure if you wanted it to be angst, so this one's fluff ^^!

cw: slightly suggestive in quest's, but only briefly!

nightowl

nightowl had just returned home when he heard you say his name followed by a fit of giggles.

following the direction of the voice, he found you in the living room, laying on your back as the tv plays on some netflix movie you've abandoned to talk to who he assumed was your friend on the phone. you didn't see him yet, the couch facing away from him, and he stops to hear.

"oh please, as if he'd let me leave him for one second! he's really clingy," you say, no malice in your tone. instead, you sounded lovesick, "haha, what do you mean you're jealous? sorry, he's mine~" you giggle, your friend over the phone pouting over how lucky you are, "he's just... perfect. I used to think I knew everything about love. but here he is, showing me how much I've missed out from my last relationship with... well, you know."

nightowl feels his eyes become glossy. blinking the tears away, he takes the opportunity to walk up from behind you, where you were laying on the armrest, and lean down. his grin wide, yet soft, as he plucks the phone from your hand, pressing a kiss onto your lips.

"hey there, cutie. talking about me?"

cue your friend sobbing over the phone at the other end after hearing that, feeling extremely single.

Quest

"and he cleaned everything up by himself. I was asleep already- no, I am not lying! he did! what a gentleman, right?!" you exclaim, "and I wouldn't have known if I didn't remember waking up to running water. he didn't even tell me!"

quest flushes when he realized what you were talking about. he had just entered the kitchen to grab a snack in the middle of his zoom meeting, and had overhead part of your conversation. he didn't want to assume; but he didn't think there was any other logical explanation as to what you were talking about of it isn't… well..

"what are you talking about?! it's fucking massive-"

"love?" quest interrupts before he could hear more of what you were about to say. he was flattered, really. he had just not expected to walk into you speaking so casually about your private life, "are you…"

"oh! quest!" you jump slightly at the sight of your boyfriend, "ill call you back," you say to your friend, before hanging up. you walk over to him, pressing a kiss against his cheek, "my friend is impressed, you know."

"y-yeah?" quest stammers, not really sure how to reply to that, "um, why did you tell them that?"

"huh?" you asked, tilting your head in confusion, "about us making a huge ass cake at three in the morning? oh, I thought it was funny. I'm glad it didn't go to waste, though. here, take it as a snack!" you smile, opening the fridge to grab a slice for him.

quest blinks. oh

nakedtoaster

glancing at the clock, which read one in the morning, toaster sets down their headphones.

it was late, and they didn't realize they had been gaming for so long. saying goodbye to xyx on vc, they lean back against their chair. you would've been asleep now, right?

heading into the kitchen to grab a glass of water, they realized the lights were on. smiling, toasty assumed you were grabbing a snack in the middle of the night. wanting to sneak up on you, he walks quietly, slowly- but then he hears you talking to someone.

"I'm crazy bad at the game, but they just make it look so easy!" you exclaim, voice muffled over the sound of food, "I don't mind it, though. you should see them playing, it's really fucking attractive. ah how did I get so lucky?- hey, why are you laughing? simp? I'm not-!" the sound of a bowl falling and breaking catches them off guard, and toast immediately jumps out from where they were hiding behind the wall to help you.

"are you okay?" they asked, grabbing your hand, "shit, you're bleeding. let me grab a bandaid, stay here."

you were too focused on the realization that they were there... and they had heard you rambling them. the cut on your hand forgotten. you flushed red, stepping back, feeling embarrassed, "you… you were eavesdropping!"

stopping in their tracks, toasty turned around, face confused, but you could tell they were hiding a grin by the slight curve of their lips upwards, "sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. come on, let me clean your hand. would you like to watch me play after that?"

"toast!"

xyx

"I love him so much. I can't just get him something-" you pause, listening to your friend on the other line, "no, you don't get it! he can get any gift he wants himself, I have to get him something special! it's his birthday, come on, help me think here…"

xyx had just gotten home from work, and stopped the moment he heard you speaking to someone in your bedroom. a smile crept onto his face when he realized what he was listening in on. he didn't want to keep eavesdropping, but the distressed tone of your voice was too enthralling, and he couldn't help but lean against the open door, your back to him, unexpecting.

from inside, you huff, "what do you mean 'your love for him is enough'?" you chuckle, "that's cheesy. of course I love him, fuck, I'd marry him right now if I could. get down on one knee and everything. but I can't do that on his birthday…"

xyx's eyes widened at the blatant mention of marriage. it wasn't a surprise to him, you've both talked about it before. both agreeing on marriage in the future- but hearing you say it, as if you were impatient to confirm your future life together forever…

he felt his chest tighten. fuck, he was smitten.

from the room, you sigh, "yeah, you're right… I guess he will just like whatever I get him, won't he? what a loser, I can't believe he likes someone like me." you say lightheartedly, but a little insecurity bleeding out at the end, "ill call you back, he should be home by n-ow!"

yelping, you threw your phone on the bed when you felt yourself being lifted up, thinking it was someone who broke into your house, your legs kicked wildly.

"let me go! i swear to god my boyfriend will kick your fucking ass-"

"doll, calm down," xyx laughs, setting you down on the bed, legs trapping you in place, "maybe that wasn't a good idea, my apologies."

you stare up at in in confusion, before your face heats up, "you… heard the conversation, didn't you?"

"more of a ramble really," he grins, leaning down to press a kiss under your jaw, his breath hot. "its alright, we have more important things to settle. now, what was that about 'liking someone like you?' are you doubting me? must I prove it?"

Onionthief

Onion had just finished paying for both your meals, you having to step out to take a call from your friend. he had assumed you were done when he stepped out, but he was proven wrong when he saw you on the bench, hands frantically waving as you were passionately talking about something.

He didn't want to interrupt, but he did want to at least tell you he would be in the shop next door before he goes. walking over to you, he hears that the conversation was a little more interesting than he thought it was.

"you seriously don't have to check up on me everytime, I'm fine! he takes good care of me," you say, softer towards the end, "he's… different. he invited me to dinner- even fucking paid for it. I love him so much. I promise you I'm okay. I'm… really hopeful for the future. I hope he wants to spend his lifetime with me as well."

"of course I do," he says immediately, not caring if you would catch him overhearing your conversation. he had to get rid of that seed of doubt in your head before it grew, and he is. he gently grabs your phone and pushes it away- your friend on the other line confused- and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

"don't doubt it. and I love you too."

[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.

[wordsofoleander]

🌸 where you should give the bloomic characters a kiss!

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❥ 619 words ❥ tags: pure fluff, all of the characters except societyboy ❥ cw: owl's section may be a little bit suggestive ❥ notes: my thirst for pure tender fluff is unquenchable. can't believe this is finally leaving my drafts after like, half a year? enjoy!

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— nightowl: on his collarbone

- there's no denying it when you hear nightowl's labored breathing and feel the rapid beating of his heart when you pull away from the crook of his neck. when you gaze even deeper into his half-lidded eyes and feel his grip on your waist tighten, you become just as lost as he is. hey cutie, you won't think of him as selfish now if he asked for seconds, right?

— quest: on his chest

- sometimes, after a long and tiring day at work, some quality time to unwind with each other is just what you and quest need. one of his favorite ways to do so is to hold his angel in his arms! he feels his heart skip a beat every time he feels you drowsily kiss him on his chest, just above the fabric of his shirt. with moments like these, there's nothing else in the world he could ever wish for.

— xyx: on his cheek

- when xyx sees you tiptoeing towards him and feels your lips on his cheek, he's gone. oh what have you done to him this time, doll? nowadays, he can't help but ask you to reward him with a kiss on the exact same spot for the little favors he does for you with a shit-eating grin on his face. the whole thing makes him feel like he isn't himself. gross. but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

— nakedtoaster: on his chin

- height difference go brr. toasty finds it hilarious how you could be standing on your toes and still be barely reaching the upper half of their face. though when your lips finally touch their skin, he finds his eyes closing shut and his lips letting out a quiet sigh of relief, wishing for the millionth time that their fast-beating heart calm down at least for a little bit.

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bonus for the non-lis!

— onionthief: on his nose

- it’s amusing how one little kiss from you is enough to get onion to shut up completely. you’re convinced that it’s all worth it every time you see his cheeks brighten when you pull away. his full reaction is always a surprise, and you certainly can’t correctly predict what it will be. but when he’s feeling playful and starts to reach for your arm in hopes of revenge, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

— two2: on the corner of their mouth

- it's become a common occurrence to make dinner together with two and their sister. they're so focused on the task that they don't notice the tiny bits of food left over on their face after taste testing the food. despite the shock from the siblings that comes after, there’s no better excuse than that to plant a quick and chaste kiss just centimeters away from his lips!

— june: on her forehead

- there's just something about feeling a kiss from you on her forehead that sets june's pulse racing. it melts your heart whenever you see her beam at you in response just as much as hers does the exact same thing when you kiss her. you note that there is a spring in her step after, and you can already tell that she’ll forever cherish these little moments with you.

— biglady: on her palm

- lady loves loves loves to cup your face in her hands and gush about how you're the absolute best. when you take one hand against your cheek and give it a smooch, her expression softens, cheeks with a light blush. though you better prepare yourself, as she'll be sure to pepper your face in kisses in return!

— salocin: on the back of his hand

- you once found yourself taking salo's hand in yours and giving it a peck in thanks, saying something about how he's the best grandfather figure you could ever ask for. who wouldn't? it takes you mere seconds to process his reaction. he's happy but... wait, shit. are you...? ohmygod i'm so sorry, salo. please don't cry—

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[vipersiia]

characters? quest, xyx, nakedtoaster, nightowl, and onionthief

recently talked about onionthief and romantic literature quotes,, and started having,..,., mm thoughts. quotes can be from your view or theirs, up to perspective. 

all quotes taken from various works of literature, and some are translated from other languages <3

quest ; 

i could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; i would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. i would know him in death, at the end of the world - the song of achilles, madeline miller

if a million loved you, i am one of them, and if one loved you, it was me, if no one loved you then know that i am dead - letters to milena, franz kafka

xyx ; 

if, however, your feelings have changed, i will have to tell you: you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love...i love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on - pride and prejudice, jane austen

i love you in this way because i do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no i or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when i fall asleep your eyes close - cien sonetos de amor(100 love sonnets), pablo neruda

toasty ; 

and sometimes i have kept my feelings to myself, because i could find no language to describe them in - sense and sensibility, jane austen

i love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty - juliette drouet's love-letters to victor hugo,  juliette drouet

owl ;

if someday the moon calls you by your name don’t be surprised, because every night i tell her about you - shahrazad al-khalij

i love you. today. tonight. tomorrow. forever. if i were to live a thousand years, i would belong to you for all of them. if I were to live a thousand lives, i would want to make you mine in each one - the retribution of mara dyer, michelle hodkin

onion ;

i can listen no longer in silence. i must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope... i have loved none but you - persuasion, jane austen 

and I know that i want the impossible, and that you’re above the claim of imagination, above possession and above destiny - impulse, nizar qabbani

[kaorisun]

I've just read "Their Last Day On The Motorway" and I can confidently say you've ripped my heart out with that fic.

Can I request a fluff fic where the LIs get sick and calls MC while they were in work just to inform them. The LIs didn't expect much but then suddenly MC is back at home with medicine and starts pampering and taking care of them until they get better. And they realized MC literally just abandoned work just to take care of them.

Sorry if it's so specific, I just need smth to soothe my heart 😭

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 BLOOMIC. sick comfort

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

tags ; fluff, comfort, gender neutral reader

author’s note ; aH! Anon! I’m glad you enjoyed the angst fic! Most angst fics I write of my own volition always end up being death fics like that, so I apologize for ripping your heart out :’) hopefully, this works to soothe you! fluff fluff!! I hope you enjoy! Also added some obligatory shallot man <3

NIGHTOWL —

— Nightowl wakes up to a surprise— and it’s entirely unpleasant. His head feels heavy, he’s dehydrated and the room feels too hot— ah. He’s sick. Of course.

— He groans quietly. He wished that today was one of your off days. Waking up in bed alone was one thing— but when he was sick? It was even worse. He glanced over to your side of the bed longingly. He’d do anything to have you here right now— but you were working. He couldn’t ask you to leave for him. Besides, it’d only be a few more hours and then you’d be home and he could cling to you then! Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

— He checked the time before glancing at his phone. Well… it wouldn’t hurt to at least call you, would it? You should be on break by now anyways, not to mention he needed something to help him last through the day. A promise that you’d take care of him when you returned home would suffice. He grabbed his device, dialing up your number and waiting for you to answer. Every ring made him even more impatient— and he was about to give up until he heard the tell tale click of the phone being answered.

— “Hey, Nightowl! Miss me already? I’ll be home in a few hours, you know.” You responded in a playful tone. He could hear your smile through the phone and his heart warmed. He hummed softly before sighing.

— “I know, cutie, but it’s worse! I woke up sick today! Waking up without you was such a pain. You’ll take care of me when you get back, right?” He questioned and he heard you fall silent before speaking again.

— “Sick? Oh, Nightowl, of course I’ll take care of you. How are you feeling now? Can I get you anything?” You bombarded him in questions— previous lightheartedness replaced with genuine concern. Nightowl beamed under the attention and worry you showed through the phone. He always felt so loved when you showed such worry for him. He laughed a bit.

— “I’m feeling pretty feverish, honestly. Bring me back something sweet? Oh! Ice cream— to cool me off. Please? If you aren’t too tired after work, of course. I know you’ll have to go back to work soon. I love you, cutie! Thank you! I can’t wait for you to get home.” He said softly.

— “I love you too, Nightowl. And of course. Anything for you. I can’t wait to get home to you. I’ll take care of you until you’re back in top shape! Don’t worry. I’ve gotta go. See you soon.” You said before hanging up. Not soon enough. Nightowl thought ti himself. He’d still have to wait a few hours for you to return.

— He sat in bed for about 45 minutes— unable to get up without being overcome with an awful dizzy spell. He wanted to try getting water, but figured he could wait. He’d much rather not have you return to him passed out on the floor, after all. He simply shut his eyes in an attempt to doze off before hearing the front door open.

— “Nightowl? I’m back! I brought you some things.” You called out. Nightowl’s eyes widened— quickly glancing at the time, wondering if time had somehow passed quicker than expected, only to find that it was hardly an hour after he called you. You walked into the room, still in your work clothes and quickly rushing to his side. Your hands gently brushed the hair away from his forehead to feel his temperature and he smiled softly, reveling in your touch.

— “You’re burning up. Here— I brought you water and some medicine.” You said softly and helped him sit up. He took the medicine before you helped him lay back down.

— “Can you sit next to me? I wanna lay my head in your lap. Please, don’t leave me just yet.” He whined softly and you laughed before getting into bed, sitting up and gently pulling his head in your lap. You didn’t bother to change, grab your phone, anything. Nightowl loved that your first focus was him the moment you got back. You brushed your hands gently through his hair and he leaned against the touch.

— Nightowl was relieved. So relieved that you were back. He felt awful— but the mix of finally being hydrated and your presence worked wonders in soothing him enough to allow him time to finally relax, giving his body the rest it needed. Only an hour ago you’d been at work and now you were here. Wait… your job—!

— “A-Ah cutie— shouldn’t you be at work? I don’t want you to risk anything for me.” He insisted, glancing up at you with a worried expression. You smiled down at him, leaning down and planting a soft kiss on his forehead.

— “Hey, don’t worry about it, okay? I called in a family emergency and my boss was fine with me leaving. I could never just leave you here to suffer alone without me to cling on and whine to. And I knew you’d never ask me yourself, so I took it upon myself to be here. I want to be here, Nightowl.” You explained and pulled back to look at him. He looked up at you with wide eyes before tearing up a bit— finally. He found the one. The one who cared for him— who prioritized him. He was important enough for you to drop everything just to support him. It made him happy and for a bit? He forgot he was even sick. You wiped the stray tears away with a fond smile, allowing him a moment to compose himself.

— “Thank you.” He said softly, leaning into your touch more. You laughed lightly.

— “For being here? No need to thank me.” You insisted and he shook his head.

— “Not just for that, cutie. Thank you for being here, yes, but also? Thank you for choosing me. Thank you for loving me.” He said, vulnerability lacing his tone. You hummed softly and peppered his face in gentle kisses. A soft, silent reminder that that was something he’d never have to thank you for.

— After all. You were just treating him in the way he deserved.

QUEST —

— Quest had hardly woken up when you kissed his cheek, letting him know that you were off to work. He didn’t even know how long ago that was. He felt groggy— vision bleary as he finally fully awoke. His head felt heavy— what time even was it? He glanced over at the clock, rubbing his eyes a bit and putting on his glasses as his vision slowly cleared. 12:00 PM? How had he slept so much without realizing it?

— He tried getting up, before realizing that his whole body felt weak— immediately being met with extreme chills, nearly falling over in the process. Everything hurt. Naturally. He was sick, wasn’t he? He tried to manage a few steps, but he could hardly manage with just how ill he felt— so he retreated back into the warmth of the bed. His slung his arm over your side of the bed, glancing over with a soft sigh. He could call you, tell you of his predicament. But… calling you out of work? He couldn’t. You were busy— he didn’t want to stress you out even more. He’d just have to manage the best he could on his own.

— He made another attempt to get up, slowly this time— but the pace didn’t help. He still felt just as awful. He sighed, sitting there for a moment before he heard you call— the personalized ringtone he’d set for you ringing throughout the room. Right. Your lunch break. He grabbed the phone, answering, mustering up the best possible tone he could.

— “H-Hey angel, how’s work?” He questioned— though his tone was strained and cracked slightly— not exactly how he intended and most certainly not doing him any favors in hiding his condition from you.

— “Huh? Quest, you don’t sound all that great. Are you okay? Did something happen?” You questioned, clearly concerned about him to the point that you didn’t bother to answer the questions about your own work day. He let out a soft sigh. He couldn’t lie to you. If he did, you’d just worry yourself the whole day wondering what was up.

— “I’m fine, (y/n). Just feeling a little under the weather. Nothing serious.” He insisted. He could practically feel the worry emanating from you through the phone and he just hoped you’d buy it— hoped that you didn’t realize he was downplaying it.

— “Alright… well, take it easy today, alright? I’ll cook you something when I get back. And I’ll pick up some medicine for you, too. Do not overwork yourself today, Quest. Just rest, okay?” You said in a stern, yet gentle tone. He knew you wanted what was best for him. He smiled softly at the thought.

— “Of course, angel. I’ll see you after you get off work. I look forward to being with you again.” He said softly before hanging up with a longing sigh. This would be an awful wait— he knew it. He laid back and rested his arm over his eyes. He could at least try to sleep, given that he could hardly walk in his condition. However, he ended up more so going out cold than actually sleeping.

— When he woke up, he hardly felt rested, but he felt gentle fingers brushing against the side of his face. He leaned into it before cracking his eyes opened, his eyes meeting yours. He smiled softly. What a lovely sight to wake up to. He was glad you were back. Was he out for that long?

— “Hey angel. What time is it?” He asked groggily and you sighed and shook your head a bit.

— “It’s just past 1PM. I knew you downplayed just how sick you were, and even if you hadn’t, I would’ve rushed home all the same. You can ask me to be here, you know? I’m yours. I want to take care of you when things like this happen. I don’t want you to force yourself to manage alone.” You said softly. He sat up slightly, giving an apologetic smile, kissing your hand lightly.

— “I’m sorry. I just… couldn’t bring myself to ask you to leave work on my behalf.” He admitted and you gave a gentle laugh.

— “Quest. You’re far more important than work. And they were understanding enough. Besides, I know you’d do the same for me. Now sit up. I made you something warm to eat and brought you medicine and water. Now that I’m here, let me take care of you.” You insisted, helping him up and handing him the medicine and the water. He gave you a grateful look, taking the medicine before placing it to the side and taking the bowl from your hands. He sighed softly.

— “I feel a little bad, still. That I got sick and worried you. And now you’re here, taking care of me.” He muttered quietly. You simply smiled and leaned against him. The warmth felt comforting— permeating through the intense chill he felt.

— “Don’t feel bad. I made the choice to be here. I left work to take care of you because I wanted to. I love you, you know? You deserve to be taken care of when you get sick. You deserve to have help and support when you need it, Quest. I’m more than happy to be that person for you, should you have me.” You expressed and he felt his heart melt, easily feeling more warm than before. You always knew just the thing to say and your presence was a healing one. He felt lucky that he had someone so kind to take care of him.

— “I’d never say no to having you by my side, angel. And I love you too, but still. Thank you. Thank you for supporting me and being here when I need you most.” He stated. You kissed his cheek gently and nodded.

— “Of course. I’ll always be here whenever you need me.” You said and just by the expression on your face, Quest could tell. You were telling the absolute truth. And he was grateful for it.

XYX —

— Xyx woke up with a slight stretch as he sat up. He glanced over at where you usually slept and sighed as he reminded himself that even if it was his off day, you still had to work. He always tried to convince you to take days off when he had them— but he understood that your schedule, much like his, was busy enough as is. Plus, you didn’t mind having to work since you’d come home to him and that feeling was an irreplaceable one.

— However, soon enough, Xyx felt an intense pounding in his head, paired with a slight ringing in his ears. The light peering through the blinds only made it worse and he got up— stumbling around the room, turning off all of the lights, closing the blinds and the curtains— anything to soothe the pain he felt.

— It was dizzying— enough to make him feel sick to the stomach— nauseating. He was quick to lay back down, shutting his eyes for a moment. The dizziness settled a bit, but he still felt god awful. He blindly reached around for his phone before grabbing it, wincing at the light but checking his texts nonetheless. You had mentioned that you’d fed Cat already and that you’d call him on your break and he felt grateful. He wouldn’t have to get up to feed his pet. He didn’t think he’d been able to manage if he had to.

— He then felt a sting of loneliness. He hated being sick and in pain. It was worse when he was alone— because being sick and restless meant staying up and thinking about his worst memories and his most vulnerable thoughts. Xyx despised it. He wished you were home, but you were busy. He’d just have to suffice with a call from you until you got home. It’d be a hellish wait, but worth it when you’d return home and play personal nurse for him. He always loved seeing your focus solely on him. It made him happy— relaxed him a bit to know that someone genuinely cared for him.

— He heard his phone ring and without even sparing a glance at the contact name, he knew who it was. He answered, a small smirk on his face as he responded. After all. He had to keep up appearances. He couldn’t… bring himself to ask for your time or to ask you to sacrifice work for him.

— “Hey doll, how’s work been?” He asked with his usual playfulness. He heard you laugh a bit through the phone.

— “Oh it’s the same as always, Xyx. How are you? And how’s Cat? I hope you’re showering them in affection while I’m gone. We both know they deserve the best.” You joked lightly. Xyx snickered, but before he could manage a response, he felt his head start up a consistent, pulsating pain that he felt spread throughout his head and behind his eyes. He groaned, curling up a bit at the sudden feeling and he heard you pause. He could feel the worry before you even spoke.

— “Xyx? Are you alright? You sound like you’re in pain.” You murmured and he let out a soft sigh. No use in hiding it now. Lying to you would do him no good.

— “I’m fine, love. I just woke up and my head’s been killing me. I’m really feeling it now.” He mentioned and forced a small laugh. He heard some shuffling from your end of the phone before you responded again.

— “Well, stay in bed for the time being, alright? I’ll pick you up some medication and something light to eat. It’s probably a really bad migraine, so just try to rest, okay? Moving around won’t do you any good.” You insisted in a stern tone before following up, “And I mean it, Xyx. Please, just stay in bed. It won’t be too long before I’m home.” You stated simply and Xyx chuckled.

— “Alright alright. I promise, doll. I’ll make sure I don’t do anything too reckless before you get back from work. It’ll be so so awful waiting so long for you to return, but I’ll manage. Promise. Besides, I’ve got Cat here to keep me company in the mean time!” He insisted and you gave a content hum.

— “Okay, good. I won’t keep you waiting too long. Promise.” You said softly before hanging up. Xyx let out a long sigh. He knew he’d still have to wait and it’d be long enough of a wait for him to get impatient, antsy and restless. Nonetheless, you still had a few more hours of work left. He’d have to accept that.

— He shut his eyes and spaced off for a while, unable to fully sleep due to the pain he felt. Distantly, he heard the door open and heard Cat meow from afar. He opened his eyes, glancing at the time. It was only an hour after your call with him— you weren’t supposed to be home. He glanced at the bedroom door as it opened and saw you walk in and smiled.

— “Doll, you’re supposed to be at work.” He mentioned and you laughed a bit.

— “And leave you here to suffer on your lonesome when you’re hardly able to get yourself out of bed? Absolutely not. I brought medicine and water.” You smiled and walked over to his side, helping him sit up and giving him the medicine before helping him rest back down. You sat on the side of the bed, idly toying with strands of his hair while he clung to your waist.

— “Are you sure this won’t put you behind schedule? I’d hate for you to… fall behind and get more stressed out because of me.” He murmured, slightly muffled. You smiled and looked at him.

— “Xyx. I care about you and I love you more than anything. So be it if I get busy. You’re more important to me. I’ll always be here when you need me. I made that promise to you, after all.” You insisted. He pulled back to look at you, giving a adoring smile and laying back against the pillows, covering his face as he became flustered.

— “Love. You are an amazing person. I’m… really happy. Stay with me? At least until I fall asleep?” He asked softly and you nodded, getting into bed and laying next to him. He hummed in content, pecking your lips lightly before resting quietly against you.

— “I’ll always be here, Xyx. You’ll never suffer alone again as long as I’m here.” You said softly and he felt himself relax. He knew the statement to be true— he knew you’d always be there. And for once?

— He let himself firmly believe in that promise.

NAKEDTOASTER —

— Toasty always woke up in the afternoon. And every time he did, you were already long gone at work if it wasn’t an off day for you. He woke up particularly late, though, feeling more tired than usual. It was as if he hardly even slept— and he was certain he had been asleep far longer than usual. He sat up and winced— being overcome by a wave of nausea. He rubbed his eyes, glancing over at the clock, but hardly able to even make out the time. He groaned softly, retreating back under the covers.

— He felt awful. And suddenly it didn’t sound so bad having you there with him. He glanced at his phone where it sat on the nightstand, but quickly thought against it. You had to work. He couldn’t call you back home out of the blue, but he couldn’t just not tell you, right? Maybe he’d only disclose it when you were off work— he’d be in the clear then. As if you’d sensed something was up, his phone rang. You were calling. He panicked for a moment, clearing his throat so it didn’t sound like he’d just woke up and then picked up.

— “H-Hello? What’s up, (y/n)? You don’t usually call during work.” He murmured and you gave a light laugh.

— “I know, but it’s almost raid hours, right? Figured I’d wanna hear your voice before you got too distracted to hear the phone ring.” You hummed teasingly. He covered his face in embarrassment as if you could see him and whined softly.

— “I don’t get that distracted. But you’re right. It is almost raid hours— I nearly forgot.” Toasty mentioned idly and you gave a soft, curious noise.

— “You? Nearly forgetting about Final Fantasy? Wow, something must have been real important then.” You mentioned playfully and he rolled his eyes and smiled.

— “I just woke up a little sick, is all. I’ll be fine! I’m.. fine— don’t worry about it.” He insisted and you went silent for a moment before sighing.

— “Toasty, if you think playing ffvix is a good idea when you’re sick, then you’re wrong. Get rest. I’ll bring you medicine and make you something to eat when I get home. Drink water, you hear? No energy drinks or any of that. And I’m serious. Stay in bed and rest. I’ll take care of you when I get home.” You stated and he groaned softly.

— “But how am I gonna entertain myself until you get back? You still have a few more hours of work.” He mumbled and you laughed in response.

— “I’ll be there sooner than you think. I’ve gotta go. Take care of yourself. I love you, bye!” You chimed and hung up. He sighed. Even if you said the wait wouldn’t be long, he knew it’d take forever. At least it’d feel that way. He checked the time. He still had a few hours.

— He got up, walking slowly to his desk as to not make his nausea or dizziness any worse and sat himself down, logging in to his game and slipping his headphones on. He had to admit, the light from the screens and the high energy nature of the game definitely did not make him feel any better, but he couldn’t complain much. At least it was entertaining.

— He’d gotten lost in the game, losing track of time completely and zoning out. Soon enough, he felt arms wrap around him and he jumped as his headphones were taken off his head.

— “Hey. I thought I told you to rest.” You muttered, peppering soft kisses along his jawline. He felt his face flush and he checked the time. Only 45 minutes had passed— why were you back so early? As if you could read his expression, you sighed and answered his question before he could ask.

— “Did you really think I’d leave you sick and all on your lonesome? Plus, I know how stubborn you can be sometimes. I knew you’d never actually rest if I just told you to. Now come on. I got medicine for you. Let’s go back to bed.” You stated and he got up, feeling a bit shaky and now incredibly grateful that you were there. You supported him with an arm around his waist and helped him back to bed.

— Toasty looked at you with a sheepish smile as you handed him the proper medicine and a glass of water. Afterwards, he laid back down and you sat on the edge of the bed next to him, running your fingers through his hair.

— “You didn’t have to leave work for me… I’d hate for you to get in trouble.” He murmured guiltily as he leaned into your touch and looked at you. You looked at them with a fond expression and leaned down, kissing his forehead gently before pulling back.

— “I didn’t have to, but I wanted to be here for you. Someone’s gotta shower you in love and affection when you’re sick. Besides, I love you too much to let you deal with it on your own when I’m fully capable of taking care of you.” You insisted and his face flushed and he smiled, pulling you down into a gentle embrace.

— “I can’t believe I was lucky enough to meet you. I love you too. A lot. Thank you for wanting to be here for me.” He mumbled softly and you laughed gently, getting into bed properly and allowing him to curl against you as you threaded your fingers into his hair to relax him. He reveled in your touch and your attention and he was happy.

— Because even if things seemed difficult in the moment, he knew you wouldn’t hesitate to be there. You prioritized him and you wouldn’t hesitate for a moment to let him know that he was important to you.

ONIONTHIEF —

— Onion woke up a little after you, without fail, every time. He always got up right before you left for work so he could see you out. Sure, there was no real reason to it, but it was a routine that he had no desire in changing. Besides, he liked being able to watch you leave and then subsequently being the person you came home to, even if you typically came home when he was in the midst of studying.

— However, today, he woke up at the same time, but felt horrible. He groaned as he got up— he felt feverish— uncomfortably warm. Had he eaten something the day before? He’d been entirely sanitary— how did someone like him get sick? It’d put a large hinderance in his productivity if he was sick. How could he get to everything he needed to get done if he could hardly think straight?

— He distantly heard you call his name— but he could hardly muster a response. He hated being sick and his throat felt dry. He coughed a bit and you soon walked into the room and glanced at him worriedly. You walked over, placing your bag down and gently cupping his face, placing a hand on his forehead.

— “You’re burning up. Lay back down.” You said softly and he nodded, laying back in bed. You walked out of the room and he heard noises coming from the kitchen before you walked back in, a glass of water and a few medicine bottles in hand. You placed them on the nightstand and smiled at him.

— “Here. Take these. I have a quick call to make.” You stated and kissed his cheek gently before walking out of the room with your phone. He watched you leave and sat up, taking the proper medicine before laying back down. You walked back in, seating yourself next to him in bed and rubbing his back gently. Onion glanced at you, narrowing his eyes a bit.

— “You’ll be late for work, you know.” He muttered and you rolled your eyes a bit.

— “Exactly why I called my boss and explained it to him. I’m not just gonna leave you here when you’re sick, you know.” You insisted and he sat up a bit in protest and looked at you.

— “Work is important. More important than taking care of me— you can’t just drop everything just because I have a fever.” He argued and you pushed him to lay back down and laughed a bit.

— “Really? Says who, Onion? I think you’re more important than work. Making sure you’re tended to, comfortable— that’s my priority over productivity. I know that work is important, but I think being there for my boyfriend is far more pressing of a matter. I’d never choose work over you, you know?” You said softly and he sighed and shook his head.

— In all honesty, he always grew up believing that he had to be productive no matter how he felt about it— that it took priority over everything, including his own health. He wanted to call you a fool for missing a day just for him— wanted to insist it was unnecessary— but in reality, it made him happy. It made his heart warm knowing that you were so willing to nurse him back to health— not even hesitating to call off work when you realized his condition.

— You really were the perfect partner, weren’t you? Kind, caring and supportive. A hard worker with their priorities straight— everything he wanted and more.

— He sighed simply and laid against you, relaxing in your presence. Being sick wasn’t ideal, but he knew it’d have been far more painful without you there. At the very least, he’d have someone there for him who could help him— though he hated admitting to needing help. Even so, you were the one person he’d accept assistance from because you never did it to belittle him— you never helped because you pitied him. You did it because you loved him. A reason he valued over all others.

— “Fine. Skip work for me, but don’t complain to me when you fall behind.” He mumbled and you laughed a bit and shook your head, humming softly.

— “I don’t plan on complaining. I have nothing to complain about. Besides, I’m sure I’ll hear enough complaints from you alone since you’re sick.” You teased lightly. Onion glanced up at you before giving a soft smile.

— “Yeah I’ll complain. Being sick is troublesome. But I’m thankful. Thank you for being here. And thank you for… prioritizing me. And loving me.” He mumbled softly.

— “You never have to thank me for loving you, Onion. Prioritizing you, choosing you. I’ll never regret it for as long as I live. I love you and you’re an amazing boyfriend.” You stated simply, a content, loving expression on your face. He gave you a genuine, warm smile and relaxed into your touch, closing his eyes.

— “I love you too. And I don’t regret choosing you either. You’re perfect in every way imaginable.” He said in a gentle tone. Typically you’d argue the perfection claim, but with how relaxed and content he looked— you’d let him win this one, just this once.

— He felt slightly triumphant that you didn’t fight back, but more importantly, he felt loved. He felt important. You never judged him or valued him based on his achievements, but you were always supportive of them. You cheered him on when no one else did— you took care of him despite his stoic and direct demeanor.

— You did things for him that no one else even tried to do. And for that, he felt lucky. Because he firmly believed you could’ve had anyone you wanted— yet you picked him. And you continue to choose him and stay with him every day of the week. And he loves you more than he can express.

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Nightowl Smut Alphabet

Adult content below the cut. Please do not read if you are under 18

Content warnings: fem reader, hickies, jealousy, missionary sex, oral (m f recieving), use of sex toys, cumshots, mentions of kinks (overstim, praise, light impact play, marking), throat fucking, descriptions of male anatomy.

A: Aftercare- Gotta be honest, not really winning any awards for over-the-top aftercare. You’ll have to tell him what you need, but he is more than happy to do it. The issue is, well, he really doesn’t know what to do after. Will happily clean you up and grab a water before crawling back in bed for some amazing post sex cuddles.

B: Body part- Shameless tit man. Even in a non-sexual context, he just is all over them. Tends to stare no matter what, and grins stupidly if you call him out on it. He loves to trail hickies from your neck down your chest and kisses each mark he made after sex.

On himself, I think he enjoys his hands. He saw a tiktok of people thirsting over hands and was immediately hooked. He sends you pictures of his hands with rings to ask which ones you prefer, just to tease you through the day. He keeps the rings on when he touches you, mostly so he can remember how you sounded when they were in you while he puts them on the next morning.

C: Cum- He really likes the idea of cumming on your chest, but it very rarely happens. He tends to get kinda lost in what he’s doing and pulls out a little too late to get up to your chest. Most of it is splattered on your thighs, but he is not complaining about that view either

D: Dirty Secret- He has a very slight exhibitionist streak. He clearly gets quite jealous, and nothing would quiet his insecurities more than fucking you where everyone can hear and then making you walk around all fucked out afterwards. He doesn’t bring it up because he thinks its disrespectful of him and he doesn’t want to embarrass you in front of other people, but damn, sometimes he wishes he could.

E: Experience- I think he’s fooled around with people a little but has only had sex with his high school girlfriend. After that relationship ended, he had a bit of a dry spell because of the stress from college. He is very eager to learn though and tends to read up on things he isn’t confident in in order to make the experience better for both of you.

F: Favorite Position- He likes missionary mostly, loves to watch your face as he tries new things to make you feel good, and he can easily tuck his head into your shoulder to hide how much you affect him. He also can groan right in your ear from that position, and he lives for how you tighten up around him with every sound he makes.

G: Goofy- Owl is not a particularly serious person during sex. This man loves to make you laugh and make you smile, even when he’s inside of you. He always smiles into your kisses because his base reaction to how good you make him feel is to smile, and he wants you to as well. The type to pull up away from your face for a second and ask, “does that feel good?” and sweetly smile a little when you say yeah. “Oh yeah? I’m glad, baby. I’m glad I make you feel good.”

H: Hair- Shaves most of it off himself but leaves a bit behind because he thinks it looks weird completely bald. He prefers if you shave as well. He is a very visual person and likes to see his meal before he eats.

I: Intimacy- Probably struggles the most out of the LI’s with intimacy. To him, sex is this fun thing you get to do together and use to learn out each other more than as a profound expression of love. Sex is a bit more relaxed with him in that regard. He prefers to show his devotion outside the bedroom, with words and actions. He does have times where the passion is turned up greatly, like anniversaries.

J: Jack Off- A lot. Like every day. He is a bit insatiable with sex and can get hard at inconvenient times. Often, he’ll look over at you sleeping, silently willing you to wake up. He won’t wake you because he knows your job exhausts you, so he decides to take a shower and deal with himself. He lets the water pour down his face as he imagines your hand around his cock. He softly whimpers your name when he comes and leans his head on the cool tile. He cleans himself and the shower up quickly, eager to be next to you again. You curl up into the sweet scent of him, and he smiles, kissing the crown of your head as he falls asleep.

K: Kinks- Owl talks a big talk but is pretty vanilla when it boils down. He does still have a couple of small ones:

-Eye contact

-Marking/ scratching (giving and receiving)

-Light spanking

-Exhibitionism (see D)

-Praise (giving and receiving)

-Overstimulation (giving)

L: Location- He prefers sex in his bed to anywhere else. He thinks it’s a safe place for you two to be able to try new things, without any fear. His bed is soft, and safe; he knows he can protect you and take care of you there. The only other place he really fucks you is in his car. He gets desperate for you sometimes and if you’re willing to help him out, who is he to complain?

M: Motivation- Innocent little things tend to set him off more than hitting on him overtly. He isn’t super kinky, but there is still a part of him that likes to lead you. He feels like a man when you rely on him, so the best way to seduce him is playfully. Sitting on his lap and giggling while you play with his jewelry is a very easy way to get him going. Above all, your smile makes him happy, and he wants to continue filling the world with your laughter, as well as all the other sweet noises he pulls from you.

N: No- He’s not sharing. He will not let somebody else have sex with you or with him under and circumstances. Sure, he doesn’t push the intimacy agenda as much as some other LI’s do, but sex is still something that he thinks of as “your thing”. If you bring it up, it will probably lead to some serious insecurity that he isn’t satisfying you enough.

O: Oral- Owl likes to receive more than he likes to give, but definitely tries to return the favor. It’s about a 70-30 split. He just can’t get over the way you bat your eyelashes, looking up at him while you’re swallowing him whole. It’s to the point where you can look up at him through your lashes and he gets hard. You pavloved him into associating a specific kind of eye contact with fucking your throat. He loves to eat you at because he can hear how good he makes you feel without the cloudy head he gets when he’s inside you. He can just look and see how weak you are for him as he flattens his tongue against you. He holds one of your hands the whole time while his other hand fucks into you. Will take breaks from eating you out to kiss your thighs and call you pretty as he pulls another orgasm from your body.

P: Pace- A bit too eager for his own good. He goes fast and hard 90% of the time. The way you know he’s about to cum is he slows down for just a few beats before speeding right back up before he (awkwardly) pulls out.

Q: Quickie- This man will marry you if you are down for quickies. He could get hard from a slightly motivated breeze, so someone who can handle that, even occasionally, is a dream come true for him. He thanks you the entire time, pressing kisses to the back of your neck in between choked breaths, digging his fingers into your hips.

R: Risk- He is not particularly risk taking, especially when you’re involved. Sure, he fantasizes about getting caught with you, but the idea of someone seeing what he deems as his is legitimately nauseating to him.

S: Stamina- Not the most blessed in the world with stamina. I mean, look at you, he could bust from looking at you, but getting to fuck you definitely speeds that along. Even though he doesn’t last as long as others do, the energy boost he gets after paired with how quickly he gets turned on again means that you aren’t leaving that bed for a while either way.

T: Toys- The man is not afraid to partner up with technology if it means having more fun. You asked him one day to use a vibrator and he has never stopped teasing you with one since. He uses them on days where he has a bit more time and has sat down with the intention of overstimulating you. He likes that he doesn’t get tired when he uses a toy to get you off; he can just watch all your little reactions and let every sound go straight to his cock. He sees little tears forming in your eyes at the sensation and leans over to your ear. “Shh, it’s okay. You can do it for me, right. You can handle this. You’re such a good girl for me, always. Just relax for me, I’ll take care of you”

U: Unfair- See above, he loves to tease you. Please give him a run for his money though, he is way to sweet when you tease him to let him have all the fun. But if you make him wait too long before touching him, he will go from whiny and sweet to controlling and desperate very quickly. Whether that is something you are willing to risk is up to you.

V: Volume- Very breathy, and a bit quiet. He knows that you get off on the sounds he makes, so he makes an effort to be a bit bolder with his noises, right in your ear. He will not tolerate you hiding any of your sounds though. If he ever notices you biting your lip to contain a moan, he will softly part your lips with his thumb. “Don’t hide from me, I want to hear how good I make you feel”. He punctuates his words with harder thrusts, smiling when sounds finally tear from your throat.

W: Wild Card- “Show me how to make you feel good, I wanna be good for you,” you beg, sinking down in front of him.

“Are you sure, you really don’t have to,” he gasps out. Yeah, you don’t have to, but he really wants you to. You look so pretty on the ground, staring up at him.

“Fuck my mouth. I want you to.” There is no need for further convincing. He bends down and kisses you, almost moaning into your mouth.

“Ah, cutie, you are going to be the death of me one day.”

“Then it is my hope that you die a very happy man,” you breath, pushing him down onto the corner of the bed. He looks so pretty like this, mouth hanging open as he tucks your hair behind your ears. His head tilts back so sweetly as you lick the entire underside of his dick, swirling around the tip. The groan that comes out of his mouth at your actions is unholy, pooling between your legs. You sink down further, swallowing as he hits your throat.

“Oh, please. My God, you’re gonna kill me.” You look up to see him whimpering softly on the end of each breath. He brings his head forward to look at you before instantly snapping it back, like his body is torn between letting the pleasure consume every inch of him and burning the image of you sucking him off like this in his memory. You can tell he is still holding back, keeping his hips so still on the bed. You reach and run a thumb over his balls, squeezing lightly. His hips buck into your mouth at the sensation, and you smile around his dick.

He chuckles breathlessly, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You know how badly I want you and you take everything I can give you.” He thrusts tentatively and groans at how you take him so nicely. “I hope you’re having fun, because I think I’m gonna have to make you do this again.”

Lust bubbles up inside you, rushing in an electric buzz down your legs. He puts his hands through your hair and close your eyes as your nose meets his stomach, living for what is undoubtedly the first of many, many nights spent on your knees.

X: X-ray- Average in length, and thin. Very sensitive on the underside.

Y: Yearning- He’s horny. All the time. You make it worse. Enjoy your active sex life because he’ll fuck you anytime you say yes.

Z: Zzz- Is actually pretty energized after sex, so he puts that into talking with you after and joking around, tickling your sides while you pillow talk. He eventually sinks back down though, appreciating how at peace you are as you sleep. He smiles and kisses your lips softly before closing his eyes.

[ennyan]

Misa de Gallo | onionthief & reader

Simbang Gabi nanaman~

Tags: onionthief, reader-insert, might be ooc...

Notes: Simbang Gabi/Misa de Gallo szn so,,, KAJHDKCADHJ I already posted this in twitter +++ i forgot i have a tumblr lmfao AHAHASHDASKJHD--OH! Also! Reader is non-religious but attended a series of masses in church (iirc it’s possible to do that !! ) with onion =) !!!

Short (silly) Summary:  You attend same Uni with onion and maybe share some classes, that's why the two of you gradually grew close to the point wherein you can easily joke around with him and see past his prim and proper mask! You've always been kinda impulsive though, and he's the one usually keeping you in check. Which is why he was surprised when you suddenly broke the news that you wanted to attend simbang gabi masses (since you've already had a talk about religion and beliefs). Now, in these 9 nights leading up to Christmas, can we expect something to bloom? Find out now in this oneshot by enyan

Story under cut!

The jeepney ride pulls you into some sort of reverie, abruptly disrupted when a yawn leaves your mouth. It stops, as a passenger leaves, before continuing on—stopping once more for either another leaving passenger or a new one. Leaning slightly towards the other’s body, just to sneakily take a quick nap, you hoped oh so dearly that he wouldn’t notice. Or if he did, he wouldn’t mind, which would be impossible. Eyelids growing heavier, you leaned your weight against him. You’ll just apologise later…the finals season simply took a toll on your body. 

!

You felt a light tap on your shoulder. The sudden contact made you soundlessly jolt up, as you warily looked into the other’s face. Ah…just like usual, he doesn’t seem mad. Concerned purples met your eyes, “We’re near the church. Wake up.”

Sending a genuine thanks, you simply hummed to yourself. With the jeepney gradually getting more and more vacant, the streets turn more and more familiar. “We really are near…” all slowly dissipating into the certain peace that the atmosphere in between gets; a comforting silence, you might say. It was still a miracle how you managed to befriend someone like him, a soft smile formed on your face. “Why are you smiling?” 

“I was just thinking how lucky I am,” he raised a brow, confused. “To be friends with you.”

He paused, a slight tinge of panic or embarrassment becoming visible on his face. “I…I see.”

“You don’t have to say anything back, you know?” you said, cracking a smile on your face. Gaze turning to the side to look if it would be suitable to get off now. The tinge of recognition makes your eyes go slightly wide, and while you are about to go—”Para po.” Ah, he beat you to it. You imaginarily shook your head at this loss of the non-existent rivalry you had with him. Feeling the jeepney slowly lose its momentum and heading into a halt, he rose out of his seat and went on first as he held out his hand for you to hold. “Thankie!”

Holding his hand as the two of you got off, you lightly stretched your limbs. The contrast of the warmth of bustling people and the nightly air, making everything just seem just right. “Oh!” A gasp left your mouth, gingerly removing your hold onto his hand. The two of you slowly made your way into the church, slightly taking in the artsy architectural history it has, voice gradually growing softer as to pay respects to others who were praying ahead, “I’ve never actually attended these.”

“These?” he paused a bit, staring at the church the two of you were heading into before looking back at you directly, continuing on. “Misa de Gallo?”

“Yeah!” 

“I haven’t done so too, in years.”

You looked at him, curious as he slightly resigned to his fate and continued on. “I try to still be a devout follower, attending masses as much as I can, but…”

“Uni stuff?” He nodded at your statement, as you gave a pitying look with a couple of comforting pats on his back. He…didn’t seem to protest. “I’m sure your God will understand.”

“For me…well, I’m not really religious—as I’ve already told you before.”

“That is why I was wondering if you lost your mind when you suggested this.” He cut-in, making you laugh. You quickly lightheartedly interjected back, “It was out of impulse! I swear!”

“But yeah, I just thought it would be nice. I heard bibingka tastes good.”

“Well,” he starts off, choosing the perfect pew that isn’t directly near the front. Just right, while you nonchalantly trailed after him. Sometimes, you tend to forget he is actually fairly tall. Stopping, he lets you sit first before shortly following. “It has a perk.” A playful smirk became visible on his face, making you more and more curious. You’ve never heard of a perk in attending this mass. “If you completely attend the masses,” you nodded, as he continued on, “On the very last day, you can ask for a wish. And it will come true.”

“Have you tried? Wishing?”

“It…somehow works. Comes true.” You felt like you shouldn’t dive deep about that topic, especially with that distant stare he has straight on ahead. “Well, I’d wish I would pass this sem.”

“...really.” He stared at you as if you’ve grown two heads, “just how tough is the sem for you.”

“Very,” you said, all determined. Making him stare once more before looking away, “I’m sure you would pass. I see how much you work hard.”

“But not as much as you,” you huffed, before melting back into your earlier easy attitude. “It depends if I finish it.”

“The misa de gallo?”

“Yes.” you stared towards the entrance from your seat, people wearing costumes catching your eye. “Well,” he starts off, making you turn to him. “I’ll make sure you do.”

“Boo! What if I get sleepy, what then?”

“You can rest on me.” 

You almost thought it was a joke, before seeing how earnest he is being, making you feel…strange. In a positive manner. Somehow. What was this…?

“W…Well…sure. Will do!”

He coughed awkwardly, embarrassment visible on his face, “I’m used to it since I usually bring my siblings along. So that’s that.”

“It’s starting.” 

The once well-lit church had some of the lights turned off, as the ceremonies started. Attendees slowly going smaller and smaller, feeling everything go on. A strange process of the ritual slowly unravelled all around, wherein he was not annoyed with you asking what to do next and what was happening. “They are going to reenact some chapters, throughout the nine days of the misa, leading up to the birth of Jesus.”

“So that’s why they are costumed…” 

“The actors are mainly church servers, so they are,” he hesitated. “Not good.”

“Hopefully it will be funny,” you said, staring straight ahead. He responded, “I cannot say if they are funny, my siblings fell asleep through it.”

“Well, at least we can critique it?”

“It is less boring than the Father simply showing well made videos from Youtube,” he slightly pointed towards the projector. “They show there.”

You stared ahead, looking at the awkward yet stiff movements of the actors. “I get your siblings now.” Sighing tiredly, you continued on, “Damn, you’re so amazing at being able to stay awake,” you started to subtly lean against  him, feeling more and more sleepier. “Does the pillow offer still stand…?”

“Of course, I’ll wake you when standing is needed.”

“Thanky…” 

And that was it, all throughout the masses. 

A sense of energy flowing inside of you as you recalled the softness of his gaze, as the Ama Namin came on. Hands held up by each other, as you mouthed the words to this prayer based on the words shown through the projector. Slightly perking up as you heard him sing along, you’ve never heard him sing much before! This was the perk of the Simbang Gabi, you thought to yourself jokingly. It was…really nice. You still wouldn’t like to participate much in the religion but spending time with your friend was really, really nice. It felt as if the two of you became closer, with this shared experience. 

Laughing as you recalled how patient he was with you, despite his obvious annoyances with you not wanting to go anymore, only to feel bad as you’ve already spent too much time in this endeavour. Leaving the church for the very last time, as the nightly streets near the church became bustling with newly made and heated food, you felt a slight pang of hunger. “Are you hungry?” You start to question if he could read minds, “Yeah…”

“I’ll buy something for us.”

“Can I join?”

“Alright,” the two of you head into the elderly lady selling kakanin, leche flan, kutsinta…oh, is that the bibingka you’ve heard so much about?! “I wanna try the bibingka.”

“...”

“?”

“That was what I was planning to buy for us.” Perhaps, you too, can read minds. 

“What a cute couple.” the elderly lady laughed, making you laugh back in embarrassment. “No, nay. We are only friends!”

“Sure, sure.” She smiled knowingly, making you feel confused, while he remained quiet. Asking around the prices, as you set off to buy the kutsinta for your house. He pulled up his wallet and successfully bought the bibingka. Separated into two plastics, so you could easily dig-in without worrying much, you both thanked the elderly lady before heading away. You stared off onto a familiar looking area, “I think they sell drinks here.”

“Warm drinks go well with this.”

“Chocolate? Or Coffee?”

“Coffee,” you set off to buy, blowing raspberries at him as it was your turn to treat him. Even with just these drinks, which cost less than the bibingka. Before gesturing to him to come near where you were, as there were free available seats nearby. Settling into the seat, alongside the table, you mused, “That was an eventful nine days,” before taking a sip of your warm drink. “If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have continued on.”

“Really?” 

“You made it more fun.” You smiled at him, before taking a huge bite. “I got to witness different sides of you, and it was nice.”

“Normally, people would think this would be repulsive.”

“They just have no respect,” you frowned, “I can see that what you have going on helps you in a way. And I respect that.”

“...thank you,” looking away, as he lightly flushed. “I admire you too.”

…? 

“C-Cool! We admire each other.”

…

He lightly cursed, becoming more and more embarrassed. Muttering, not the right time yet. As you confusedly stared at him, “It’s nothing.”

“I hope we can go again next year.”

“I give you permission to drag me,” you smiled, earning a small chuckle from the other.

[elusiveimp]

Blooming Panic Boys Parenting Headcanons

Hello everyone! So, I binged this game over the New Year’s weekend and I’m OBSESSED. Sooooo expect a LOT of BP content coming your way. Here’s the first dose with headcanons for the boys’ thoughts on kids and being parents (minus societybozo and salo). I wrote this with a fem!MC who can have kids. Please let me know if you want a more neutral version!

Quest

Is floored that you want kids with him 

“Are you sure, angel? Not that I’m not happy to have them! I just…” 

He didn’t think he’d make it out of his gang or prison alive

Let alone meet someone who loves him the way you do

Or that you’d actually want to have kids with him

There would be a lengthy discussion about it where you guys go over all the positives and negatives

But if you’re in a place where that’s what you want, he’s happy to give it to you

I mean he’s really happy to, if you know what I mean ;)

Laughs and cries when he sees the positive pregnancy test, kissing you all over and hugging you to death

Does fret over the idea that his kids will hate him for his record, so be sure to reassure him that they will adore him 

Because they absolutely will

If you have a girl, she’s the quintessential daddy’s little girl

If you have a boy, he will try to emulate his dad as best he can

If your child is nonbinary, they’ll still love their dad to pieces because Quest is the most supportive, understanding dad ever

Xyx

Jokes about them being a great tax right off…

…until he learns that you’re serious

If you thought Quest was floored, this man is in a whole ‘nother solar system

You want kids… with him?! 

Are you mad??? Or just plain crazy???

Barely believed you want to be “with this mess” 

So the fact that you love him enough to want to have his child is just…

Needless to say, the man is sobbing when he finds out your pregnant

He’s going to be a dad???

He didn’t think he’d make it to 25, let alone meet someone who wanted to have kids with him

Pampers the hell out of you during the pregnancy

Doesn’t matter what he’s doing, he will drop it the second you text or call him

Does freak out over the idea of being a father and fucking his kids up

Ends up talking to and bonding with Quest due to their shared fears and experiences

Which helps him calm down surprisingly well

He’s still scared, but he knows he has you and a support system

Total papa bear

Nightowl

Honestly, this man is too afraid to be a parent - which is perfectly valid

Between his fear of passing on his trauma and his mental health, kids are the last thing he needs

He might be open to them later in life (like late 30s-early 40s)

But he’s also the type to prefer having furbabies instead

Would likely get involved in an organization for mentoring kids though

Doesn’t plan on it initially, but after hearing the kids’ stories and lack of support, he’s happy to step up to the plate 

Best big brother ever

Supports his surrogate siblings with everything in him 

Might even consider fostering or adopting as an extension of this down the line

He just wants kids to have the unconditional support and love he wished he’d had growing up

Kids adore him for his kind and flamboyant side and also his laidback demeanor

He adores their energy and creativity 

Toasty

Takes him a minute to understand what you’re asking of him

Then once he does, proceeds to spit out whatever drink he might have been drinking

WHAT?!

You… want a kid with him???

Is nervous tbh

Doesn’t have that great of experiences with other kids growing up 

And his parents were rather distant and hands-off

So, like owl, he’s afraid of passing on his trauma

However, he is more than willing to listen 

And after some deep talks about it, he would be open to it

Resolves to be the most loving, doting father ever

Will be strict on them here and there, but his kids basically have him wrapped around their fingers lol

Is supportive and hands-on in everything that they do

At every recital, game, awards ceremony, etc. 

When he finds out you’re going to have kids, he practically worships the ground you walk on 

Says you’re “spoiling him” with a surprise like this 

Also mindful of the kids that may have grown up like him or have fewer privileges, he sets up a trust and scholarships for kids in his field

Definitely lets his kids braid and play with his hair

And he will get on a call no matter how good or bad they look 

Because he’s a proud papa who loves his children’s work

Two2

I’m sorry, you want to have what with him???

You… love him enough for that? 

In tears and hugging you for dear life the second you ask him 

Of course! Nothing would make him happier than to have a family with you

Is rather, ah, eager to jump to the process

The thought of your belly round with his kids just does something to him 

So you’re getting in practice whenever and wherever you can

Twirls you around when you get back the positive result, laughing and crying and smothering you in kisses

The proudest papa that ever was

Fawns over everything his kids do

“Babe, babe! Look!” 

“Honey, they’re just babbling” 

“But it’s so CUTE!!!”

If y’all have seen FMA, he’s basically like Hughes with Elicia and Gracia

Constantly talks about his wife and kids, showing pictures to anyone he can

The kids adore their papa and would fight anyone who tried to hurt him, especially his baby girl

Onionthief

Is…kinda stunned you want kids with him 

He was shocked you were even into him initially

But this is literally the man’s dream

To have a happy spouse and family???

That he can take of???

The man is through the roof

Though, he’ll try and hide it badly

Has many in-depth and detailed discussions about it 

He naturally wants to make sure this a carefully planned and wanted pregnancy

Is over the moon when you tell him the result is positive

He holds back if in public, but in private, he’s kissing you senseless and thanking you for bringing joy into his life

Very dutiful husband and father that juggles work and the home

Because he refuses to let you raise a finger to help him while you’re with child

“You’re already doing more than enough work. Don’t worry, I’ll handle everything else”

Which you actually find rather sexy and make sure he knows all night long

Is a strict, but understanding parent

Reads every book he can get his hands on about parenting styles and fetal development

Asks everyone he knows with kids plenty of questions

Makes sure that his kids know that he loves them and only wants to best for them

Though not to the point where they sacrifice their health

Learns to mellow out some with kids

[spir1tfar3r]

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ʚ ɞ xyx wrote an apology text for yn sixteen (16) times but never sent any of them because he felt like he wasn’t being genuine and was scared they’d hate him. and he’s not quite ready to explain some things yet.

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[nyxoholicwrites]

hi nyx! uhm im new to this whole asks thing uh- asdjh anyway how would the LI's + onion ehe react to someone declaring their love for mc whos already taken and is slowly getting uncomfortable the more time the stranger takes on confessing to them

Hey there anon! Hope you are doing well and taking care of yourself :)

I hope I did your request justice! I wasn’t sure if you wanted headcanons or scenarios so I tried to mix the two

Translation to the strangers words are provided below the scenarios! For those curious the language is Croatian, also please note certain words are missing letters indicating an accent, my keyboard doesn’t have them

LI’s + oniontheif: Reaction to Mc’s discomfort with an unknown suitor’s declaration of love

TW: Pick me men and strangers invading Mc’s comfort zone. Also in Quest’s part, the stranger is displaying stalkerish behaviour if that's the proper term

NakedToaster

I feel like Toasty would at first be anxious about it like I can see them disliking confrontation with strangers, it is a very scary experience after all, but I feel like their patience is a bit thin when it comes to Mc being harassed.

Sometimes even glare and icy words are enough to scare someone.

Their tone would retain a certain calmness to it but you could feel the venom behind it. Enough is enough.

They would 100% be sarcastic, I can feel it in my soul.

There is also the fact that toasty is 6’4 and if a person that height is showing they are not fond of you isn’t a bit scary then I don’t know what is.

Also Resting Bitch Face

Toasty was never quite fond of leaving the comfort of their home, a place where they are safe from all judgement, where they could be their true selves. Lest we forget, inside their apartment their precious FFXIV was always within reach, a whole world of fantasy and adventure waiting to be explored.

However, ever since they met Mc the two of them would go on little walks in the park, basking in the light breeze with their bodies close to one another in search of warmth. Nothing could ever ruin such a tranquil moment, or so they thought. As the two lovers enjoyed the beautiful scenery before them, an unknown man approached the pair, while the stranger's eyes screamed with passion, they panicked and focused on the target ahead.

“ Ljubavi moja, kada sam te pogledao srce mi je stalo i jedino si mi ti u mislima”* He grabbed their hands and knelt to the floor, his hazel eyes staring into theirs as if searching for a glimpse of their soul.

The two lovers stared in confusion, not only had a stranger approached them out of the blue, but spoke in words unknown to either of them and grabbed his lover’s hands? Truly the worst combo ever…

Mc stiffened at the touch, they were always fond of the touches, except for the ones shared between them and Toasty but this? Never would they have wanted to be in this scenario. For as long as they have known one another, their bond had grown to the point that a simple glance at their horrified eyes, was more than enough for him to know that they wanted out of this situation.

“ S-Sir could you please let them go-” His calm and polite tone stood no chance against the passionate and booming voice of the suitor. “ Do forgive me, my angel! But seeing your beauty has truly strengthened my belief in God for something so perfect could only have been made with divine hands. Predivni ste!”**

The more moments passed the bolder the unknown man before they grew and so did Mc’s discomfort. Their polite rejections hadn’t been able to sway the enamoured man below them. Toasty never liked confrontation, preferring to settle things in a calm manner, exploding would only cause more of a scene than this man already is doing by himself. However, when it came to his beloved, there certainly was a limit to his patience.

“ Sir, I know it might surprise you but they are not interested. I do hope you have a lovely day but I would prefer it if it was spent somewhere away from us.” the sarcasm dripped from their words, although they remained polite, even a child could sense the disdain behind said words. Gently they grabbed Mc’s hand, interlocking their fingers as they took long strides away from the now shaken suitor. Sometimes even words can be enough to scare off a pest.

Translations:

*“ My love, when I gazed upon you my heart stopped and only you were in my thoughts.”

** “ You are beautiful” I chose to stick with the formal tone since words in Croatian words are gendered and I am aiming to use a more gender-neutral tone, plus the language itself is very polite so it fits

Nightowl

Here is the opposite end of the spectrum, nightowl definitely wouldn’t hesitate to be bold and all politeness is thrown out the window

As we all know he is the LI who is the most affectionate and has a preference for PDA so his touches would be bolder with no subtlety whatsoever

He isn’t above mocking the stranger, “Oh you don’t have an amazing partner yet? I’m sure you will find someone soon, but how soon will depend on how soon you can fix your attitude.”

I don’t see him threatening to do something to the person, but he would just make it known they were taken, even the most oblivious person could tell they are together

Would he hesitate to fight the stranger if they were crossing every boundary of human decency? Absolutely not, he may not be as tall as the others but kneecaps are always an option. ( I’m just gonna say that where I’m from 5’7 is considered short, so if in the future you see me mention him being short I'm sorry ^^’)

It was a peaceful evening, the sun was slowly setting, decorating the sky with the warmest hues, and two lovebirds slowly walked along the wooden pier. Whenever the local carnival would be in business, nightowl would take mc on a date, they had done this so many times that it had practically become a tradition. Within the hordes of people and sugary snacks, they had won prizes and played every game known to mankind. At the beginning of their relationship they stuck to winning massive teddy bears for one another, however, eventually, their shared apartment had become hoarded with gigantic piles of fluff so now each year they settled for smaller prizes.

As the two lazily walked hand in hand towards the end of the pier, they began to ramble about the latest events within their busy lives, nightowl spoke of his many aspirations and projects planned while Mc talked of the daily drama between their wild coworkers. Their giggles filled the air as they gazed at the water ahead of them. As nightowl glanced away from the site ahead of him, his eyes focused on the one beside him, for it was lovelier than the former. “ You know cutie, you practically look divine with the way the sun is shining on your skin, I should take a picture so I can prove that angels do exist.” After stating the flowery words, he placed a kiss upon their hand as their cheeks became adorned with a crimson flush. “Y-you are too much sometimes.” They stated averting their gaze from him to the pine planks, he truly never hesitated with his compliments. “But it’s true I was always taught to say the truth, maybe I can convince-” Before the blonde could finish his words a mysterious ( or maybe even delirious) man approached the two with haste in his steps. Before they could register who this stranger was or guess his means, he knelt beside Mc with hearts in his eyes. As they were about to speak the lunatic beat them to it, “ Andele moj! Dali je Bog poslao u moj jedini zivot, dali si ti ono sto trazim sve ove godine?” If life were a cartoon their faces would have a giant question mark plastered beside them, what had this stranger meant? “ I’m sorry sir but I don’t speak that language.”

His eyes widened in shock upon realisation, “ Oh I’m terribly sorry! I couldn’t help but revert to my mother tongue upon seeing such a lovely sight,” to say that nightowl was beginning to be displeased would be the understatement of the century, “ I said, my angel! Did God send you into my pitiful life, are you the thing I have been searching for all these years?” Mc’s eyes widened in horror. “ I beg your pardon?” their statement held disbelief, what man says such things to a person he just met? Not a normal one for sure. As nightowl was about to grab their hand, the stranger grabbed both of them with a gentle yet desperate touch. “ Oh please grant me a chance to show you who I truly am! I am not like other men, I will treat you better than royalty!” Before the man could utter another word, nightowl gently held their face, moving it to face his gaze.

“ Babe, love of my life, my gorgeous angel, is this idiot bothering you?” His statement was accompanied by a gentle peck on their cheek. “ Let’s get away, shall we? We have better things to do.” Oh, the smug smirk he wore on his face couldn’t match the shock of the suitor in front of him. “ Konju jedan!* Who are you calling an idiot?!”

“ Oh, I’m terribly sorry I thought it was obvious. It’s you. Now then let’s go cutie I saw this pretzel stand we haven’t tried!” Their earlier discomfort was replaced with a grateful smile as they took their beloved arm and walked away from the gaping fool behind them. They placed a kiss on his cheek in return for the one they received moments ago, “ Thank you, love, you don’t know how grateful I am.” Oh if only they realised they realised the opening they just left for him, he chuckled lightly as he spoke, “I think I might need physical proof of this gratefulness.” Their eyes widened as realisation hit them.

“Nightowl I can't with you…”

“ Hehe, you know you love me.”

Translations:

*If I were to translate it literally it would mean basically “ You Horse!” It doesn’t make sense in translation but I can assure you calling someone that in Croatian won’t make them very happy, no hidden meaning behind it, it is just insulting

Onionthief

He is sort of like a mix between nightowl and NakedToaster, I can see him holding his loved one by the waist which would immediately signal they were taken, but he wouldn't go bolder than that.

He would definitely give a small glare to the stranger and “kindly” say that Mc is taken and they should kindly back off

“ I think it's in your best interest to leave my partner alone, in case you haven’t been taught this but when someone is uncomfortable you leave that person alone.”

He would sort of turn into what can be best described as a mom scolding her child about their behaviour, he would list everything wrong with their behaviour and lecture the stranger on how a human being should act with strangers.

He would then just scoff and sort of dismissing the person, which they naturally comply with because they have no desire to listen to onion thiefs lectures

Resting bitch face 2.0

It had been the couple's rare day off in their busy schedules, finally a time where their only focus was on each other. The two had roamed the city, chatting about anything and everything, sometimes they debated on a topic for nearly the entire walk or switched between topics faster than Two2 signing off upon hearing his mother’s call. Onionthief was never one to, as one would say, ‘half ass’ something, and their dates were no exception. He had planned every corner they had previously turned, and all those shops they visited on a ‘whim’ filled his search history, but they didn’t need to know that.

“ Dear, could you wait here for a second? I have to just buy something for the apartment.”

They chuckled softly, “ In a flower shop? What could you possibly buy there for our apartment?” Damn it, how could he mess up something so simple? Nonetheless, he just needs to cover his tracks somehow…

“ I have no need to explain myself, I am a grown man who is more than responsible.” Oh if only he could see how adorable he was being, he truly tried his best not to appear a softie, let’s say no matter how hard he tried they could easily tell his intentions. Onionthief was honest to a fault, but that’s what they liked about him. “ You are getting flowers aren’t you?” There goes the perfect plan, all of that planning went to waste, he had been found out by his other half. “...No.”

They couldn’t deny that it took them all their strength to stop the giggles spilling from their mouth, they were failing miserably as the hand covering their mouth constantly shook along with a smile that reached their eyes. Neither of them was successful in their missions, but that’s the beauty of a relationship, showing their love for one another through tiny actions.

Before their teasing could begin, he was quick to interrupt them, “ Please stay here I will be back shortly.” He finally let go of their hand but not before giving it a quick reassuring squeeze as he headed into the floral paradise in search of the perfect bouquet. Naturally, he already had a bouquet in mind, one decorated with white and crimson carnations, for each one held a special meaning behind them, he always did prefer to show his love in subtle ways, not one for grandiose displays of affection.

As they watched him walk away, they couldn’t help but sigh, a delicate smile decorated their face, a stranger on the street could tell that their face screamed with fondness, but that didn’t seem to impact a certain stranger. As he noticed their beauty from across the street, he waited for the crosswalk sign to signal green, practically running in their direction, but not without bumping into countless strangers on the way. Maybe the saying love is blind can be taken into a literal sense. As their gaze shifted away from their phone, their body tensed as they saw the rushing stranger, a flight or fight response hit them, and rather than flee they chose to wait and see what he could possibly want. With a hopeful gleam in his eyes, the suitor approached them without hesitation, mentally he prepared every compliment known to man, and finally, he spoke, “ Izvini, ali necu si ikad oprostiti ako vam ne kazem da ste predvini, kao da vas je bozica Afrodita blagoslovila.”* All went according to plan, he would pretend to be a romantic foreigner and they would be charmed, after all, who doesn’t love being pursued out of nowhere? Right?

“ Um… Sir, I hate to break it to you but I don’t speak that language.” They scratched the back of their neck in confusion, God this interaction couldn’t get any more awkward than this… “Oh, I’m so sorry! I was merely complimenting your beauty, it is as if Aphrodite blessed you, I can’t help but stare at you.” He spoke with such a flirtatious and enamoured tone, but said tone felt like nothing but knives stabbing into their stomach, where was onionthief when you needed him? As the awkward encounter continued outside of the confines of the flower shop, onionthief thanked the cashier as they handed him the bouquet with a bright smile “ Thank you! Please come again!”

With the carnations in hand, he stepped out of the store, however, the scene before him made him glare at the stranger pursuing his partner. Oh, he will not let this slide. As the stranger got closer to Mc, their eyes frantically looked around if someone, anyone could aid them, and thankfully help arrived in the form of a furious lover. With Mc within his grasp, he gently held them by the waist, while doing so he put himself before the, what he would consider, idiot who had been harassing the person he held dearest to his heart. “ Hello there sir, but I am going to kindly ask that you leave my partner alone, I don’t know what cave you crawled out of but in a normal human society, you don’t aim to make a stranger uncomfortable but rather you have to be polite unless your parents didn’t teach you this because I sure as hell will.”

His angry rambles had reached the suitor's ears, but as people say, in one ear out the other, he simply held a bored look as his eyes rolled behind his head. “Are you searching for a brain that you see the need to roll your eyes? I can tell you now without even having a look, you have none.” Mc’s discomfort soon disappeared as they chuckled at his retort, that was their love alright, brutally honest to a core. “I-You- I, Ugh! Shut up already! I’m just gonna leave! They are not worth dealing with you.” The stranger, cough, idiot, cough, left with a huff with no plans to come back. As they watched the stranger disappear into the crowd, they squeezed the hand holding their waist. They truly did love his honesty.

Translations:

* “ Sorry, but I won’t ever forgive myself if I don’t tell you how beautiful you are, as if the goddess Aphrodite blessed you.” I’m slowly realising how cheesy these lines are…

Quest

He is the only one I can see being the politest one, he would just separate the stranger from Mc and walk away

Sir/ Ma’am/ Mx I am kindly asking that you leave them alone, you are making them uncomfortable and I hope you are fully aware of how inappropriate your behaviour is.”

Listen much like how Toasty’s height makes them intimidating, imagine the stranger seeing beefy Quest like I have zero doubts that they wouldn’t want to see how Quest would react if they went any further so they just speed walk away.

The stranger isn’t worth their time nor attention so just ignoring them is the best way possible

Though, he would immediately ask Mc if they are okay and offer they go someplace else or get their comfort food

Personally, I don’t see any of these characters fighting someone immediately, they are grown adults, but they wouldn’t be nice to the stranger especially if they are making Mc uncomfortable, fighting someone is the absolute last straw especially for Quest

The crowd within the mall was bustling, constant chatter could be heard from every corner, as each person strolled around the shops looking to find their needs and wants. Our lovely couple joined the mass of people as they looked at what each store had to offer. It was one of their rare days off where they could enjoy each other’s company without the worries of their corporate jobs. With their arm wrapped around Quest’s, they spotted a giant book store, an idea popped into their head, they could recall his shelves being filled with various kinds of books, but what really stood out was the number of poems that filled the pages of each and every one of them. And so, with a plan in mind, they nudged him into the direction of the store, leaving him a bit confused but he had no complaints.

“ Is there something you need in the book store angel?” He offered them the same gentle smile they saw day in and day out, however, it never failed to make them weak at the knees. “Yep! Remember the girl I talked to you about, Adrianna? Yea she asked me to pick up the sequel of her favourite novel and as you know I can’t say no to her. Quest gave their hand a gentle squeeze, “ You are truly the kindest person I know, I will just wait here and browse some of the books here, you can go on without me.” Damn it, that was practically code for ‘I am going to go into the Poetry aisle.’ which spelled doom for their mission, but they wouldn’t give up so easily. With a slight nod, they broke away from his hold and went to search for a store clerk, perhaps if they asked them to bring them the book, he wouldn’t notice it was for him and therefore, the mission will be a success.

As they endlessly searched within the many isles of the store, steering clear of the forbidden isle as they would call it, they finally spotted a friendly employee putting away some novels onto the overflowing shelves. The romance aisle, huh, how ironic. And with that, they approached the employee with the friendliest smile they could muster and explained their situation to them, and so, ‘Lea’, if they read her name tag correctly, set off to look for the book ‘ Lost Within a Dream’. As they patiently awaited her arrival, they couldn’t help but browse for all of the romantic titles beside them. Covers filled with random models and drawings filled the shelves, all of them held unique stories to tell, however, a certain book with black roses decorating its spine caught their eye.

As they went to grab it to view the contents inside, it seemed as though a stranger had the very same goal in mind. With their hand briefly touching for a moment, Mc quickly retracted their hand from the man before them, “ I’m so sorry! Feel free to grab the book, I can grab the copy behind it.” The man turned around and with a glimpse of their features, it was love at first sight. Their meeting couldn’t be a coincidence, surely fate brought them together with their shared love of a romantic novel, or so he thought. “ No need to apologise, moja ruzo. All is forgiven! I will say I never expected to see such a beauty. Unfortunately, a man as ugly as myself never gets to hang out with such gorgeous people as you.”*

Oh no, God why did you have to give me a pick me guy to interact with?! “ Uh, thank you, I guess? Thanks for the compliment but I should probably go, I have to go somewhere-” and before they could speak another word he held their hands with his own, gazing adoringly at their beauty. “ Oh please don’t go yet! I believe fate brought us together, we were destined to be with each other ljubavi. Can’t you see that even God wants you to join my journey in life?”** They couldn’t utter a single word, they just stood there baffled as discomfort began to bloom in their body, not only was a stranger practically confessing to them, a stranger may I repeat, but also touching them without permission? It was time to shut this thing down. With a strong yank they freed their hands from the stranger's hold, “ Look sir we met a minute ago, I am not interested, have a nice day.” As they were leaving the romance aisle, to their dismay, they went towards the poetry aisle, to find Quest and leave the store immediately.

As they speed-walked through the store they took notice of the stranger being hot on their trail, shouting words of affection in not one but two languages, truly this couldn’t get any worse. Thankfully their journey was short-lived as they spotted their ravenette lover as he was immersed into the pages of one of his favourite titles. Quickly they ran towards him and held him tight as if this was the last day they would see him. “Angel, what’s the matter? Is everything okay?” The words spilled from their mouth as they quickly explained what happened just a moment beforehand, and with each word his brows furrowed in displeasure.

Soon the ‘third wheel’ located the couple as Quest stroked their back, and comforted them with a soft tone, although he calls them angel, he certainly forgot to mention how angelic he himself can be. “ Oh my love, I lost you for a moment and you already go into the arms of another, good men like me can never truly win.” As he spoke, Quest turned to face him, “ Sir, they just told me about your actions and I ask that you leave them alone, they are not a belonging, they are a person with thoughts and feelings. I think we can end this discussion, let’s get out of here angel.” The stranger stood there, baffled at the man that stood before him, safe to say he wasn’t going to go after them any time soon, especially not after a man built like a god.

“ Are you alright? Do you want to go somewhere else? We can go to that patisserie if you’d like?” They locked their arm in his and offered him a loving gaze, “ That would be great, my hero.”

Translation:

*my rose

** love

Xyx

As someone who is an avid xyx enjoyer, I can confirm this man is a little shit and a troll so naturally, he is ready to make fun of this stranger right here and right now

“Oh, you plan to confess to someone wearing that? Yikes.” “ How many people did this work on exactly? Zero? Yea I thought as much.”

He isn’t hesitating-

He will pull all the stops like that stranger will have doubts about his approach at the end of their interaction

He would definitely hold Mc’s hand as a way to comfort them assuring that he is here and they are safe

He knows he isn’t the best at comforting words but he will make an effort for Mc. They need to vent? Go ahead. Do they need a distraction? Let’s go for a drive and blast music like maniacs. Whatever his doll needs he will provide

The warm sun was setting along the Australian shore as Mc and Xyx strolled along the coast, and as always, their voices could be heard from a mile away. “Okay hear me out-” “Whenever you say that I always have a feeling you have either something up your sleeve or a counterargument and sometimes it's both” they chuckled at his dramatic gasp, he practically had the ability to make any soap opera actor jealous.

“ Me? Have something up my sleeve? I can’t believe my doll is accusing me, oh how cruel today’s people are.” He let out a fake sniffle as they lightly punched his shoulder, they always had fun with one another no matter the time, place, or situation, there was always some form of mischief from either of them.

Although usually they would have been accompanied by their trusted feline companion, Cat, they doubted that Cat would enjoy getting soaked let alone go cliff diving. Mc couldn’t deny that they weren’t a little terrified of cliff diving, jumping into the ocean from a tall height doesn’t exactly sound like everyone’s cup of tea, but after much encouragement and many demonstrations, which Xyx didn’t mind doing, they finally jumped. After that the two were unstoppable, adrenaline coursing through their veins after every jump, and after all of that climbing, diving, and swimming, both were ready to retire and go home to their fluffy child.

With towels wrapped around them, the jokes and teasing remarks continued, to them this was the perfect day and they couldn’t ask for more. As they continued on with their journey to a fantastical location called, the parking lot, a figure had slowly walked towards them, both assumed that the person had probably been going in the opposite direction of them, and so, they ignored them and resumed their restless chatter. However, as moments passed the stranger slowed down and it seemed as though he was approaching the couple, or more specifically Mc. “Do you maybe know him Xyx?” In response to their question he let out a simple shrug, “ There is a chance maybe he remembers and I don’t, although I highly doubt I have seen him anywhere.” Their confusion only increased as the man before them knelt to the ground with one knee, his coffee-like eyes staring into Mc’s as if they were the only being in this world, to which Xyx simply raised his brow, waiting to see the strange man’s response. “ Oh, beautiful soul! I stand here before you not as a man but as a lonely soul waiting for you to awaken it with yours, never have I seen someone so lovely.”

“ Sir, I’m sorry but you might have confused me with someone else. And plus I have a-” He quickly rose to his feet, shushing, the now silent Mc, never have they ever experienced someone so bold, or better said creepy, “ Don’t speak my love, just let-”

“ Let me guess what the next words are. Oh, don’t speak my love! Rather let your lips do the talking! Or no I have a better one, woe is me! No one wants me because I make people uncomfortable with everything I say and do because I lack any human decency.” Xyx grinned, oh he was only getting started. “ No, I don’t think that’s it, maybe it goes something like this. OH, WHAT TRAGEDY! I constantly complain to those around me about how everyone is so picky these days and how the olden days were so much better. Right?” The stranger’s face twisted in anger, however, that only made their love more confident. As the suitor's eyes were averted from theirs, Xyx gently took their hand in his, reassuring them, providing a silent message. You are safe. “ And who are you to speak to me like that?! I will have you know-”

“What? That you used the same old pickup line for years with no success and you haven’t self-reflected, yes I can already tell. Good luck to you though!” Xyx patted the man on the back in pity, hopefully, now he can change his ways, sometimes a little trial of truth is necessary for change. With their hands holding each other tight, they continued onwards to the car, as if nothing ever happened.

“ I know I’m not very good at comforting words but, how about this my offer is that you can vent about what an absolute idiot that man was and in return, I offer that we cuddle on the couch with Cat. How does that sound?”

“Perfect, but not as perfect as you.” He sighed, “ You do realise that was awfully cheesy right?” “Yep, and I have no regrets.” Their statement sealed with a kiss on the cheek, leaving a tiny flush on his skin.

AN: I cannot for the love of god write super short scenarios, I just have so much to say and I don’t feel satisfied till it's perfect and eventually small headcanons and ‘short scenarios’ become over 5k long. Whelp! I am hoping that at least yall are benefitting from my perfectionism ^^’

Hope you enjoyed!

[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!

[ivyruins]

can i ask for the LI [+ onion too if ya dont mind] being jealous? asdhksa love your works keep it up! also remember to take care of yourself too!

a/n: thank you anon! i appreciate it !! i never mind doing onion he is the loml (hehe). i hope you like this! ++ you take care of yourself as well!

when they're jealous || bloomic

tw: nightowl's is sort of toxic. basically his route, but in real life. my hc that his biggest flaw is probably this; jealousy. and I wrote it so. I'm sorry :')

nightowl

you've seen firsthand how jealous nightowl can be, even if the chat in the server was caused by the phone call between him and his mother prior.

nightowl is most likely the worst person when he becomes jealous, even if he's trying to fix himself for the better for you- old habits die hard.

his mind would think you don't need him anymore, whenever he sees you hanging out with someone else.

though, he only thinks this way when he has a bad day. nightowl isn't an overbearing, overprotective boyfriend. he understands you have other friends and people in your life, and he trusts you love him enough not to cheat on him. 

but sometimes, a long day can take a toll on him. the worst part about it is that he'd most likely take it out on you. 

if you'd think the server fight was bad, it's way worse in real life. he says things he knows he'll regret afterwards, but he could never seem to stop. 

"hey, why don't you just talk to m-" 

"just stop it," he cuts you off, entering his room and dropping his bag off onto the bed, avoiding your gaze, "you said you would meet me after class, but you- fuck." 

"and I did. he just happened to walk with me there. we're friends, nightowl." you try, getting tired of this, knowing where it was going. you didn't even have to, you knew he wasn't going to listen to you when he got like this.

he mutters something that you don't hear, and as you step closer to ask him to repeat, he stands up, causing you to recoil, as if you had just touched something hot.

"don't pretend to be oblivious with the way he was looking at you," he sneered, before making his way to the door and out of the house, slamming the door on his way out.

you knew he'd just come back later, apologetic. it was a routine, and you didn't know how much more of it you could take.

Quest

the total opposite of nightowl. he doesn't get jealous easily. there were too many things that had happened to him to be envious of another person. he loves you, and he knows its mutual. 

on the rare occasions he does get jealous, though, he's mad at the other person. 

quest doesn't blame anyone. you're perfect for him in every way. he understands others infatuation. when he's jealous, he becomes silently protective.

snaking a hand around your waist, pressing a kiss to your temple, those small gestures that usually have people leaving you alone.

you were talking to a colleague of yours. a new person, who had just been put under your supervision. there was no mistaking that she was flirting with you. her eyes fluttering, and hand coming to subtly touch your arm whenever she talked. but you couldn't tell her off, not when you would be seeing her for the whole month. you didn't want to risk making it awkward. 

fortunately for you, you didn't have to. you hear your name being called from behind you, followed by a familiar, comforting presence. a hand placed lightly on your shoulder. 

"hello there, love," quest says, voice gentle but firm, "I heard you didn't have overtime today, came to pick you up," 

"ah," you smile, sending an apologetic glance towards your new co worker, "yeah, alright. I'm sorry, can we continue tomorrow?" 

eventually, it did turn out awkward. but at least she started treating you with respect, and even apologized the next day.

NakedToaster

toasty would most likely be too shy to comment on it upfront. he doesn't want to intrude on your conversation, despite the fact he doesn't like where it's going. 

you would be talking to a co worker outside right where he pulled up to pick you up, and he'd just wait for you to finish. your back to him, he notices the guy you're talking to was grinning at him. 

toast snarls, annoyed. he wished he could just get out and rip you away from the man. but he didn't know who he was, and he didn't want to risk giving you a bad rep because of it.  

though he knew who he was in his books. a fucking asshole. 

you didn't notice the suggestive looks he was throwing to you in between the conversations, but toast could feel his hands gripping the steering wheel tighter. 

he'd immediately let you know once you hopped in, though. not wasting a single moment.

"I don't like the way he was talking to you," he'd say, driving away. he wasn't good at hiding his emotions, so it was easy for you to tell the meaning behind his words. 

and this time, it was extremely obvious, with the way his face held no sign of adoration. the usual look toast had whenever he picked you up. instead, he was deadpan, looking right ahead. you sigh, grabbing his hand, and at the contact, he slightly relaxed. 

"im sorry," you say genuinely. and toast couldn't help but sigh. he couldn't say it was okay, because it wasn't. but he knew it wasn't your fault either. 

his thumb rubs conforting circles at the back of your palm the whole drive home. 

Xyx

sly as a fox. it comes naturally to him, considering his job, to speak to people however he wanted. to deter or attract, xyx knows it all. 

he hides his jealousy behind a confident facade (which to be honest, probably isn't a facade at all). 

there were a few times he doubted someone as lovely as you fell for someone like him, and jealousy was a common thing in the early stages of your relationship. 

but after months of fighting with cat over your love and winning (you gave him the benefit of the doubt, jokingly), and countless of nights you were still there, waiting for him, arms open whenever he felt like he fucked up, he knew there wasn't anyone else for him but you. and he knew you felt the same way.

no one would go through all that shit if it wasn't for love. and xyx recognizes that.

so when he felt that familiar pang of jealousy when he spotted you in the park, another man having slid on the seat where you were waiting for him, you could imagine what he did next. 

"hey there," xyx says, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, handing you the ice cream he got.

you breathed a sigh of relief, and at the sight, xyx had to hold himself back. you had felt scared. and for a moment, he felt like he failed you, having coming to your rescue late.

he stares down the man who had came to sit with you, not telling him to leave, but to wait for him to do it himself. 

"the fuck?" the man asked, "what's your problem?" 

wrapping an arm around your waist, xyx sits beside you. a protective aura around him that you could almost physically feel. 

"dunno," he smirked, knowing his presence was already intimidating him with the way the man looked ready to run. xyx's eyes never left him. challenging, predatory, "what's yours?" 

startled by his own question- or just the intimidating stare xyx was giving him- the man stuttered out a fuck you, and left. you turned to xyx, who simply smiled, and nodded his head towards the ice cream, slowly melting in your hand, "enjoy, doll." 

Onionthief

this man is just like xyx, except he isn't sly at all. 

if he has something to say, he will say it. and if he's jealous (which is a rare occasion), he has a lot to say. 

onion's a smart man. he can distinguish if someone was just talking to you, or downright flirting. and he could also tell if someone was flirting for fun, or flirting to steal you from him. 

and if the latter happens, onion is quick to intervene. quicker than you're able to process that the person you're talking to had been flirting with you. 

"oh, sorry. I'm taken," you say, the man in front of you not leaving you alone. he doesn't seem to find the problem in it. 

"so? just give me your number, babe, come on," he says impatiently, urging you to take your phone out, "I can treat you better, you know it. just give me your number." 

"no, you can't," 

and there he is. a protective hand around your shoulder. and he was right. he didn't even have to say it. you doubt anyone could treat you better than he did, an obvious step up from your ex. and whoever this guy was. 

onion looked at the man, his eyes judging him, "they're not interested. leave,"

"jeez, man. not even letting your person give me their number?" the man snarled, "fucking overprotective. this your boyfriend? not letting you have other friends?"

you know the words were empty. he wanted you to think bad of onion, but you knew him better than anyone. and you weren't going to fall for it.

before you could reply, though, onion was a step further.

"leave, now." he demands. his hand in a fist, clenched tight. you knew it wasn't just for show, and if the person didn't leave in the next five minutes, things were going to go ugly.

thankfully, with whatever brain they had left, they muttered a small (and embarassed), "creep." (ironic, really), and left.

onion takes your hand in his, fingers intertwining as he placed a gentle kiss on your head, "let's find somewhere to eat."