#XYX MY BELOVED
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Soulmate Au: First Meeting- Xyx
Based off of @robobarbie’s answer of how the LI’s would react to seeing colour while locking eyes with MC (their soulmate) for the first time!
Briefly Starring Error143’s loveable goofball Micah Yujin and our favourite FFXIV enthusiast CEO, NakedToaster ;)
Slight change in the AU where everyone loses their ability to see colour from the age of ten, just so it makes sense to describe the colours MC sees (because if they’ve never seen colours, think about it- how the hell would they even know which colour is which if all they’ve seen is shades of grey?)
Also, reader is 25 in this and i can’t for the life of me figure out a fitting HC name for him so his name is still gonna be Xyx in this one, folks!
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You’d never really been the type to focus on the whole ‘soulmates’ thing- sure, it was inconvenient to suddenly lose all sight of colour at the ripe young age of ten, only to have to spend your entire life in black, white, and shades of grey until you found ‘the one’ but really, was it that important? You knew what colour looked like, and while it was beautiful, you’d almost forgotten it already. It had been hard to adjust at first- as it had been for every ten-year-old in the world who suffered the same fate from the moment they woke up on their birthday morning- but it wasn’t unbearable.
Quickly enough, you’d taken to the idea that a monochromatic life could still be an exciting and fulfilling one if you made it so. Thus began your search- not for your soulmate, you figured if they were really fated for you the way you’ve been told, they’d come to you naturally- but for the best life you could live before that point. Studying vigorously to earn the best grades you could, yet keeping as active a social life as possible throughout your school and college years, all the while still maintaining that same eagle-precise aim at your end goal- having the best, most stable lifestyle you could so that when you eventually did meet this so-called soulmate, you would have the time to put as much effort and love into them as possible. And if you didn’t? Well, then you’d still have an impressive and successful life ahead of you. Soulmates still aren’t a big deal, you thought.
It’d been a Friday-night bar crawl with your coworkers when it happened. You’d all dashed back home to change after the gruelling final end-of-year meeting with your boss- he wasn’t the problem but god, the amount of meetings the poor man was forced to lead due to his position were exhausting and he’d clearly hit his limit tonight. The tall, pink-haired, spectacled young CEO you’d finally met and started working with at the gaming company you’d joined after your transferral to their Melbourne branch in Australia was…interesting, to say the least. You’d taken him as a slightly strange, withdrawn man at first- somewhat aloof and enigmatic, you barely saw him around the office for the first few months- and Micah, the only other programmer on the same level as you served as your first friend in the company, and one you’d be joining tonight. He’d joined a little earlier than you, as an intern who’s place had been solidified in the company due to his impressive skillset- despite being 3 years younger than you at age 22, he seemed to be on another level of education. Despite his professional exterior and extensive programming knowledge, you’d ran into him once outside of work and discovered he was actually the complete opposite outside of work settings- sweet, funny and a relaxed goofball. You’d grown to be close friends, and had been on bar-crawls to the same few places several times during different holiday seasons…which is what made this time all the more confusing. How hadn’t you seen him before?
It was the fourth and final bar you’d all settled on- a lively, not-too-rowdy place deep in the middle of Melbourne, prettily lit with a combination of string and neon lights. Large chalkboards shouting colourful names and descriptions of all of the night’s New-Year’s events was displayed above the bar, and you’re already buzzing as one of your coworkers pushes another glass into your hand, pulling you excitedly in the direction of a karaoke area. You find a place to sit as the bass of the speakers reverberate through the floor and up your body, and suddenly you can feel everything. The cold of the glass in your hand, condensation trailing sluggishly down your fingers. The somewhat-sticky table you’re leaning on and the warm, cracked leather of the seat you’ve chosen.
God, this feels good but you need to get outside.
You’re well aware that you’re already tipsy, but not so much that you can’t control yourself. When you get up, there’s no wobbling or dizziness- and that’s enough to get you dodging around all the other patiently waiting, probably drunk bar-goers with a warm, pleasant buzz flowing through your body and a grin on your face as you visualise your plan to distract your coworkers and grab the mic when it’s thrust up in the air by the previous holder, who’d just finished possibly the loudest belting of Britney Spears’ ‘Hit Me Baby One More Time’ you’ve ever heard. You spin back around to search the constantly growing crowd for them again- meeting a few pairs of hopeful, alcohol-glazed eyes searching for the very thing you’ve avoided in the process…until it happens.
Holy fuck.
You thought it’d be some bright flash for you and THEN there’d be colour- it’s been like that for a few people you know, but no. You blink, and there it is.
The first thing you notice is the lights- burning a pleasant mix of yellow, orange, purple, pink and blue into every corner of the bar you cast your eyes onto, pushing the idea of distracting your friends to the back of your head as your eyes wander around the spot in the crowd they’d previously been trained on, searching for whoever’s eyes you’d met that had caused this.
Your gaze passes through a few people until you catch a particularly dazzling pair of green- wow, you’d almost forgotten that was your favourite colour- eyes, framed with thick, dark eyelashes and what you think is slightly smudged eyeliner- and the owner of them is looking directly at you, with the same expression of dazed wonder you think you must’ve had a second ago. Your heart quickens as your eyes pass over him for a second, and oh my god. He’s beautiful.
From what you can see he’s tall, with thick, tousled brown hair falling slightly into his eyes, tanned skin and full, slightly-parted lips, adorned underneath with a pair of dark green snake-bite piercings and a matching hoop earring on his right earlobe. He visibly swallows, the black cord necklace looped around his throat moving slightly, and his gaze briefly flickers around the room in disbelief before quickly setting back on you as he barks out a laugh, his expression melting into a soft, cheerful grin as he weaves his way around the crowd, eyes barely leaving yours as he moves closer.
Your body unfreezes (when did it freeze in the first place…? you don’t have time to wonder.) and you blindly hand the mic off to whoever grabs it first, and you walk to the front of the stage as he extends a hand to you. It’s noticeably larger than yours, and your stomach flutters as he laces his fingers through yours ever-so-gently, the other hand holding your upper arm as he helps you down from the stage. It’s only when you’re standing on the actual floor that you realise he’s just over six feet tall and somewhat towers over you- a fact that he obviously enjoys as his grin widens a little, cheeks flushing slightly as you smile back up at him. He’s somehow even prettier up-close, and he rubs a thumb over the knuckles of the hand he’s still holding as he speaks.
“Hey there.” immediately, a shiver trails up from the base of your spine as the deep, husky purr of his voice reaches your ears, and he chuckles through his nose at the way your cheeks burn a little darker. You huff out a laugh through your grin, responding with a much quieter ‘Hey’ in return, still somewhat dazed by the sudden return of colour to your previously monochromatic life. He looks around for a moment, searching for something around the room before his grip on your hand tightens a little and he steps back, eyes flickering back down to you. “Don’t suppose you’d like to get outside for a bit? Seems like we have a lot to talk about, don’t we doll?” the sudden pet-name use makes your cheeks darken even further and you nod.
“Lead the way.”
He pulls you forward so you’re by his side as he weaves through the crowd again, releasing your hand and arm in favour of wrapping one of his own firmly around your shoulders as he leads you. A burst of pleasantly cool air hits you in a wave as the man opens the exit door for you, the arm previously around your shoulders sliding down your spine to gently guide you down the steps and across the outside decking to a quieter corner lit with similar gold string lights to the interior, as well as several scattered lanterns on the tables. He turns to face you again, leaning back leisurely against the wooden railing, drinking in the sight of you with a soft smile. “God, look at you…” he murmurs fondly- and when you start to stare at his face for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, you realise, with a smile, that he has freckles.
He cocks a brow and questions your stare, that soft grin morphing into a beautifully teasing smirk that flips your stomach in a way it probably shouldn’t for a man you’ve just met, soulmate or not, and when you react to his teasing with just a quiet, admiring comment on how pretty his freckles are, it’s his turn to get embarrassed. He’s heard compliments on his appearance, sure- from people who couldn’t even see any colour on him, no less- but hearing a compliment on something like freckles, spoken so softly, so genuinely, and from his soulmate no less?God, how is he supposed to cope?
He diverts the topic of his embarrassment ‘expertly’ (you notice, but you don’t say anything, as much as you’d like to embarrass him further and see just how dark his cheeks can burn. You think you quite like the shade of red on him) to what most would consider the ‘boring’ topics- the basics.
He gives you his name, and you give him yours- he repeats it after you tell him, and the deadly combination of the both the little smile that quirks up the corners of his lips just so, and the way your name sounds coming from that husky, baritone voice is enough to make you love your name ten times more. You swap numbers and find out he’s a lawyer, and four years older than you at 29. he shows you pictures of his cat, (that he vehemently denies IS his, using the excuse that ‘it’s just a stray’) he walks you down the steps and points out the sleek, shiny motorcycle he rode here on, jingling the keys suggestively at you and asking if you’d like a ride when you’re both a bit more sober. You laugh it off at first, telling him that you’d be too nervous, you’ve never been on a bike- only to choke back your words (and almost on your own spit) when he promises to ‘take good care of you’ with that same intoxicating grin.
Man, fuck the alcohol. You feel twice as drunk just being near him, and by now there’s so much fluttering in your stomach that you might as well be opening a butterfly farm down there.
You know you’ve been talking with Xyx for ages- the twinkling string-lights are draped over a large, circular black clock hung up outside on the wall, and when you briefly glance back at it (only when he’s not looking of course, you’d never want this utter beauty of a man to think you were bored of him) you note that you’ve somehow been rambling with your soulmate for over two hours.
Yet all the same, time still seems to have flown past and before you know it, you spy your coworkers tumbling, one after the other, out of the fire exit- cheering and laughing boisterously as they head out to the deck and spot you with the man. At this point, he’d just been admiring your earrings (at least that’s the excuse he’d used, but when he tilts your chin up, tucking your hair behind your ear to ‘get a closer look’ and grinning at your newly-burning cheeks, you know it was probably just an excuse to touch you. And you’re not complaining- not when he’s so gentle with you.) So when they all see you standing so close to this mystery man, looking so comfortable and happy- far more than you’d ever been when anyone had approached you before, your coworkers were unfortunately quick to put two and two together.
Micah, ever the ballsy one in your workforce, bursts through the posse and strides over with a telltale shit-eating grin- as he’s walking over, you have to hold back a laugh as you finally realise how obnoxiously neon his entire outfit is. Especially now that he’s in full colour, he’s extremely pretty, but you don’t think anyone could ever hold a candle to the man standing next to you. His amber eyes are twinkling with a familiar mischief as he gets closer, an expression on his face that you’ve only ever seen when he plans on making fun of you. Affectionately, of course- Micah’s never been a malicious person, but you don’t want to risk anything ruining this moment.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here? Don’t tell me the very person who infamously declared ‘soulmates aren’t a big deal’ constantly, and only ever focused on work, finally found their soulmate? Sure seems like a big deal with how close you’re already standing, is this handsome gentleman gonna be your New Year’s kiss this year?” he nudges him gently with an elbow and a teasing grin as your already-red face darkens further and you shove him lightly, snickering as he stumbles a bit further back than you intended- probably due to the deadly amount of alcohol you know he’s probably already consumed. After a good amount of experience drinking with Micah, you’re honestly surprised he’s not dead with the level of tolerance he has.
“Micah!! First off, i focus on work so i’d have a good life by the time i met my soulmate- which by the way, yes he is. And i just met him a couple of hours ago Micah, don’t be weird.” you shake your head at him but you’re still smiling, and that’s enough for him to bounce back with another cheeky comment- apparently they all knew you’d only known him for two hours, because they’d spent half the time drinking and the other half staring out of the window at the two of you, making bets on who would make the first move on literally everything. You cringe at the mental image in your head, and then remember Xyx is still standing next to you, chuckling in amusement at the scene in front of him. You introduce them to one another and they shake hands amicably, Micah throwing another suggestive comment about the way he thinks you two should spend New Year’s together before sauntering back off to join the rest of your coworkers, who are apparently staying for the countdown.
You turn back to face Xyx, who has returned to his original position of leaning back against the railing. His gaze is already trained on you when your eyes meet his again, and you slightly wonder if he’d ever stopped looking at you. His smile turns teasing again, but there’s a pinkish tint to his cheeks as he talks. “So, am i going to be your New Year’s kiss?”
The sudden question flusters you- you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been thinking about it, even before Micah’s not-so-subtle comment, but you’re not sure how to answer. He seems to misread your hesitance however, and stands back up from his relaxed pose, expression turning serious and a little more gentle than before as he reaches out to touch your shoulder lightly. “Look, it’s alright if you wanna take things slow. There’s no pressure. I get it, you know? I mean sure, we’re soulmates and all, but we did only just meet tonight, so i completely get it if-” he’s rambling a little now, seeming unsure of whether or not he’s made you uncomfortable, and your heart melts a little at the genuine care he’s showing, and how quick he was to pick up on your hesitance, even if it wasn’t the type of hesitance he thought it was.
“Xyx.”
He pauses suddenly, jade-coloured eyes flickering over your form a little more anxiously than before, as if he’s gauging every little detail of your body language, and you bring a hand up to place it gently over the one he’s still got on your shoulder. “You haven’t said anything uncomfortable, it’s okay. I’d honestly be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about it, even before Micah made his stupid drunk comments towards us.” and with that, his whole demeanour seems to shift as his shoulders visibly relax and his expression melts back into a soft smile.
He breathes out in relief, glancing away almost shyly for a moment in silence before speaking again. “…Thank you. Really. I wasn’t sure if i’d already made you uncomfortable, i’d hate it if i’d messed something up so soon.” His voice is a little quieter this time, but soon enough his lips are curling back that devilish smirk, and he closes the distance a little more, the hand on your shoulder dropping down with the other to bury themselves loosely in his front pockets instead as he leans down a little. “So, you were thinking about kissing me already, doll?” The pitch of his voice drops to a low purr, and you find yourself averting your gaze in an attempt to quell the heat building in both your cheeks and stomach. But that only seems to egg him on further and he chuckles again, re-tucking a loose strand of hair behind the same ear he’d been looking at earlier. “Oh? Don’t tell me you’re getting shy on me now, it’s so close to the countdown after all. You’ll have to make a decision soon, won’t you?” You lift your head back up and look at the clock, and sure enough- 11:58pm. Your eyes widen, meeting his again, and your heart nearly stops at the look on his face. In a good way- it doesn’t match his previously teasing tone because it’s so, so gentle. He takes his hand away from your face and leans back on the decking, eyes still locked with yours- and you know he’s going to let you make the final decision. There’s no pressure, you remember from his earlier words that he won’t react badly if you want to take things slower.
But do you?
You step forward and hop up nimbly to sit on the railing next to him. You need to make a decision quickly, you know you do- there’s barely a minute and a half left, but it’s so hard to make a quick decision when everything feels like it’s moving in slow motion with his man. But you’re comfortable. You’re safe. Just from spending a mere two hours with Xyx, you already know for certain that you’ll never, ever get tired of him and the way he makes you feel. You’ve been smiling for so long your cheeks ache painfully, but you can’t stop it from widening when you meet his gaze again.
“…How the hell did i get lucky enough to meet you tonight, out of every time we could’ve met?”
The sentence slips out before you realise you’ve said it out loud, but the sudden surprise that flashes across Xyx’s face, alongside the dark flush spreading up his cheeks and ears is so worth it. Especially when the chuckle that comes after sounds so warm.
“I don’t know, but it’s one hell of a way to start the New Year, isn’t it?” he murmurs, watching you eye the clock. Before you even register what the time is, you hear the sudden chants.
“10!”
You glance back at him, watching his eyes seemingly glitter in the various golden lights strung around nearby.
“9!”
Your heart skips a little, as you run through every possible scenario in your head.
“8!”
He still doesn’t move. He’s waiting for you.
“7!”
…Can you really kiss him?
“6!”
God, you want to. Is it too soon?
“5!”
Fuck it. You can’t imagine a New Year’s going as perfectly as this one, and you aren’t about to waste the opportunity laid out so beautifully in front of you.
“4!”
You snap back out of your thoughts and look at him again- he’s still waiting patiently.
“3!”
You turn to him a little more, reaching out to cup his cheek in one of your hands and pull his face towards you.
“2!”
He’s quick to respond- a flash of surprise in his eyes is soon replaced with yet another of those gentle smiles that turn your insides to mush.
“1!”
He closes the distance first- you wrap your arms around his neck as he threads his fingers through your hair, pulling it away from your face and cupping your cheek just as tenderly as he’s kissing you. The kiss itself is something beautifully simple- you block out all of the clinking of glasses, the shouts and hell, even the fireworks- in this little bubble you’ve both created. It’s gentle and sweet, a little longing, and you’re delighted to find that his lips are just as soft as they appear. he’s standing in front of you now- you don’t remember how he got there from beside you, did he move?- but it doesn’t matter, because one of his hands is holding your waist firmly, the thumb of the other hand rubbing tender little circles into your cheek, and such a soft, domestic little action makes you giggle fondly into the kiss. He chuckles in return, pulling back a little to lean his forehead against yours. You stay like that for a moment before he pulls back and rubs the nape of his neck a little awkwardly, averting his gaze.
“So, uh…this may be bad timing, but i was actually planning on going home right after the countdown. It might be New Year’s, but i’ve still got a case to handle tomorrow afternoon- well, uh. I guess technically today?” he smiles sheepishly and you snicker, rolling your eyes as you hop down from the railing. “I’d call you an idiot for staying out at a bar for this long, but that decision did bring us here tonight, so i can’t say i’m mad.” you grin up at him and he returns the expression, huffing out a laugh through his nose.
“Aha, see? Some stupid decisions can have positive outcomes. Now, uh…” he pauses momentarily, fishing his keys out of his back pocket. “I don’t suppose you happen to live nearby? I think we’ve more than sobered up enough, i promise i’m a very responsible driver, despite my decision to come out here tonight.” (realistically you’re not but shhh. this is fiction. let the hot biker lawyer take you home)
You think for a moment, letting the image of Xyx taking you home fill your thoughts. God, what a perfect way to end the night. So you nod, and his expression brightens even further as he gestures grandly to the steps leading down to the parking lot. “After you, love.”
You try to ignore the slight buzz that the sudden nickname gives you as he follows you to the bike, unlocking and opening up a storage area inside the seat and passing you the second helmet he pulls out from it, (just pretend he has one for the sake of the story) and as you yelp in surprise when he scoops you up gently and sits you on the bike himself, you hear a deep, amused chuckle come from under his own helmet as he climbs on in front of you. He glances back again, flipping up his visor to look at you properly- and you’re surprised to find his previously mischievous, excited expression replaced by a warm, reassuring gaze.
“Try not to be too nervous, yeah? I did promise i’d take good care of you, after all. Hold onto me and you’ll be alright- just like this.” He reaches for your hands and wraps when around his waist, chuckling a little when your grip tightens immediately. “Ready?” you nod wordlessly, not trusting your own voice to give a proper response, and he promptly kicks it into gear with a flick of his wrist, the engine roaring in your ears. You squeak in surprise, burying your face in his back, and you feel him chuckle again as he pulls out of the parking lot smoothly.
The ride home is exhilarating, to say the least. He doesn’t talk- neither of you do, because first of all you don’t need to, and even if you did you don’t think the two of you would be able to hear each other anyway- but the wind whipping around you, the fireworks and colours blazing throughout the city, and god, the lights- there’s so many colours, and you drink them all in as Xyx drives. Your hands don’t move from around his waist, your head still resting against his back- and even through your clothes and the wind, he’s warm against you. If you weren’t on a motorcycle, you think you could fall asleep like this. The sudden thought almost makes you laugh- you’ve barely known him for a few hours, yet you’re already feeling like this just by having him close to you.
He really is your soulmate for a reason, huh?
Eventually, you feel him slow down to a stop in a familiar area- it takes you a few seconds to realise where you are, due to the colour- but you’re home. He helps you back off of the bike, despite your protests that you’re perfectly capable of getting off yourself- and when you’ve both removed your helmets, you’re hit with a sudden pit in your stomach.
Damn, you really don’t want to leave.
You know you’ll see him soon- he seems fascinated with you, and you know you’re both just as comfortable and already eager to get to know each other further- but still, you know you’ll be thinking about him tonight. You’ll be shocked if you get any sleep over it, in fact.
As you’re losing yourself in your thoughts, you fail to notice the fond little glance he gives you until he reaches out to take the helmet back from you. His fingers brush against yours as he does, and that little spark of warmth returns.
He insists on walking you to your door, after all “What kind of soulmate would i be if i didn’t make sure you got in safe, hm?” and when you fish in your pockets for your keys you stop momentarily and turn back, only to lock eyes with that burning emerald gaze and warm grin you’ve grown so fond of tonight. He shuffles a little on his feet, rubbing the back of his neck again. “So, uh…i’ll i text you? My schedule can be pretty hectic sometimes, but i promise i’ll always make time for you.” and if you thought you were melting on the inside before? The way his tone turns so gentle for the promise at the second half of his sentence…completely liquefies your insides. You lean up, pressing a kiss against a warm, freckled cheek.
“I’ll be holding you to that, Mr Lawyer. Now get on home to that cat of yours and get some sleep, you’ll need it for your case. And, by the way?” he hums in question, cocking a curious brow. “Happy New Year, Xyx. You have no idea how glad i am to have met you tonight.” You mutter, keeping a fond gaze on the man in front of you.
He splutters for a moment, sun-kissed cheeks reddening visibly in the faint lamplight as he chuckles. “I- ah, God. You and your little bursts of sincerity. I supposed i’m going to have to get used to that, won’t i?” he smiles. “But really, i…i’m happy i got to meet you tonight, too. Really. Get some sleep, okay? And yes, i’ll run off home and get some sleep too, i promise.” he pauses again. “Happy New Year’s to you too, doll. Goodnight.” He leans forward, kissing your forehead sweetly before he goes to turn around- and then he doesn’t, because you’ve pulled him into a hug.
A hug that he almost immediately melts into, wrapping his arms around your waist securely and burying his face into your neck with a huffed-out laugh. He holds you close, and you have to stop yourself from face-planting into his chest and inhaling because holy fuck, this man smells so good. You grin as you faintly feel the steady thump of his heart against your chest, rivalling your own in speed, and bite down a squeak of surprise when you feel his hands move a little- and he’s rubbing soft little circles into your spine. God, the amount of times you’ve felt like you could fall asleep with his man within hours of meeting him should be illegal. You stand there, just holding one another for what feels like hours before either of your dares to pull away.
Over half an hour after he eventually does leave, after another few minutes of shy glances and promises of talking the next day and arranging a second meeting, and him blowing an obnoxiously loud and theatrical kiss to you from his bike- your heart is still thumping steadily in your chest. You’ve been sat by the front door the entire time, the events of the night still fresh in your mind. You’re almost at the point of passing out asleep by the door when your phone suddenly lights up- and you scoop your phone up embarrassingly fast, already knowing who it is. And sure enough;
Xyx: Goodnight, love. Cat says hi.
Attached at the bottom is a picture, and you grin widely at the sight. It’s a brief video, only three seconds long- of the sweet, fluffy little ‘stray’ he’d told you about, a familiar hand reached out to scratch them under the chin as they purr contentedly.
You: Goodnight, Xyx. Give Cat a little cuddle from me, okay? Sleep well :)
You get to your feet, stretching and massaging your cheeks to alleviate the ache from smiling so much as you head to the bedroom.
…Maybe soulmates do matter after all.
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- bonus edit: i accidentally typed ‘licking eyes’ and ‘their soupmate’ and i had to pause to laugh at that mental image of Xyx licking his eyeballs like a chameleon and violently slurping soup up with MC.
i also forgot to mention Xyx’s utterly magnificent eyebrows in my description of him but to be honest, they speak for themselves.
#blooming panic#bp xyx#bloomic#blooming panic xyx#xyx#this wasn’t supposed to be this long holy FUCK#xyx my beloved#if this has been posted on any other site then it’s stolen lmfao
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F/O HEIGHT COMPARISON CAUSE YES KFJDLKDJGKJ
i find it gold that edgar is older than both aoi and crow but is shorter than both of them 😭
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#blooming panic#bp quest#bp nightowl#bp xyx#bp toasty#toastyx#yay I did something#still trying to tame krita#I miss u paint tool sai stabilizer my beloved
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all i’ve done for the past two nights is replay blooming panic, and now i’m thinking about my girl teddy again 🥰
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tan / slate / tan
jaguar / spinner / stained
earth unusual
#flight rising#fr scrying#fr scry#scrying workshop#coatl#xyx#sfh.scry#earth unusual my absolute beloved
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OH WAIT I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE
HAPPY (late) BIRTHDAY XYX
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o did i mention i actually stayed up late just to finish all the good endings on bloomic
#◯ ༚ 。🍓 valentine.times#it didnt take too long btw dont worry#bc unlike xyx i got the good endings for the others on the first try skfbdjd#toasty's like . the main route bc his has lots of the lore nd all that but theyre soooo cute i love them#the actual plot is so . interesting it doesnt go into it for the other routes just toasty's#i . love this game actually#debating getting all the bad endings now just to have all the bonus content but at the same time#im so attached to them if anything bad happens to them ill cry#same with the unromancable side charas theyre so loveable i care abt them sm#june nd lady my BELOVEDS
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I forgot quest was your least favorite (I didn't know XYX calls you doll..)~🌌
He has grown on me a lot since I started playing but I’m definitely like :/ during his route😭 and he does!! I believe he also calls you baby at some point but that’s because he’s a flirtatious little shit
#—rooms by the sea#— 🌌 anon#xyx my beloved 🫶#i disliked that pet name for so long and now I’m like <333 whenever someone calls me doll
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PUT YOUR HAND IN MY POCKET
suna x gn!reader | fluff :-) he teasingly calls you beloved once and you jokingly say you'll kill him. LOL
“why are you being so stubborn?”
“why are you being so stubborn?”
“can you just let me hold your hand in my pocket?”
“i pulled your hand to my pocket first,” you say exasperated, though there’s an amused lilt as your fingers tighten around suna’s, trying, again, to pull his arm closer.
he rolls his eyes. “first doesn’t matter if my pocket’s better.”
“oh big if true,” you scoff, “not when they have those stupid fucking zippers.”
the zipper of all things isn’t what rintarou expected you to bring up during your argument—or whatever this was. he snorts. “what the hell is wrong with pocket zippers? you hate the safety of your belongings?”
he shifts so he’s perpendicular to you, just so he can make a show of using his right hand (left still holding yours) to zip his pocket up and down, the noise loud with no near traffic or people.
you move to swat and stop him, but he only starts to shuffle out of your reach—the two of you forming a deformed circle in the light layer of snow beneath you. it’s an inefficient fight considering you’re still holding hands, and every quick dodge instinctively gets rin to tighten his grip, only pulling you back into range.
“rintarou—”
“yes, beloved?”
and then he has that grin—that stupidly attractive grin on his face he has when he’s teasing you and winning—and you can’t bring yourself to hate the fact that you have a matching one.
you laugh when he almost trips and curses. “oh my god, rin, it’s ’cause i hate the feeling of the zipper against my wrist, you annoying shit.”
“sounds like a skill issue?” he taunts.
both of you have stopped moving at this point, though the winding path of footprints in the snow is evidence enough something happened here. rin's an arms width away when you squint and huff. “i’ll kill you. not now, but one day, suna rin.”
only then does he stop deflecting your attempts, and you notice the sound of rin's zipper no longer fills your ears. you move back to where you were so you can rest your head against him, and he shifts closer so you don’t strain your neck.
the fog of his breath floats away in the chilly air as he lets out a sigh. “okay.”
you don’t bother to look at him. “okay to killing you?”
“no, you couldn’t kill me with 6 months to prepare—wouldn’t kill me even if it meant winning the lottery.”
whatever comeback you can say is a lie since he’s right, and only manifests in a weak bump to his arm.
“i meant my pocket. fair enough,” he ignores your silent response. “i just wanted to see how hard you’d try. i don’t like the zippers either.”
that alone is enough makes you snap your head. “rintarou.”
he smiles at you, feigning innocence, then laughs softly. before you gain the energy to shove him, he’s already putting his hand into your much more comfortable pocket.
you fail to get the smile out of your voice, “i hate you.”
rin rolls his eyes before pulling you closer into his side. his thumb rubs the back of yours as he replies, “love you too.”
typing big if true and thinking of blooming panic character xyx... kept reading it in his voice. Big if true. raahhh... sunarin....
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x gn!reader#suna x reader#suna fluff#haikyuu fluff#suna x gn!reader#writing this faster than any of my essay paragraphs ouhh... fawwk...#sunarin save me...sunarin... save me sunarin...
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"Xyx left the server"
Well yeah... First time i got this ending i cried and here i am, almost 1 year later, still crying when replaying it. The feeling of losing someone you cares about and how you'll never see them again or never ever meet, it hurt like a truck. Anyway, this is my beloved Aisha, processing the event of that night. Waking up in sole hours to go to work will be hard.
#doodle#my art#my oc#blooming panic#Blooming panic oc#lovelylola#Artist on tumblr#I love how this colored sketch turned out
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would want xyx to sing me to sleep like how his va did once in vc in the bloomic server
#dash rambles#xyx my beloved#my muscles are hurting all over and i can't really concentrate on anything else
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xyx beloved im sorry i didn’t make art for you on your birthday but toasty came to me im a dream and wouldn’t leave my head until i finished this
SLAMS HEAD ON DESK
#i am so hungover idk how i did this#toasty bitch…#nakedtoaster blooming panic#nakedtoaster#blooming panic#bloomic#blooming panic fanart#bloomic fanart#my art#bee draws
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happy birthday quest blooming panic what a lovely day it is indeed. was i awake at ungodly hours trying to come up with an idea that i would be able to write into a half decent birthday fic? maybe, maybe not you'll never know yes i was. anyway my internet was trying to fight me all week so it's been a Time trying to finish this on time but it was worth it bc quest beloved deserves a happy birthday and a happy birthday ONLY. if i see any angst today it's on sight. see u next month for xyx gamers. hopefully my internet won't hate me by then lmao.
Quest shifted under the covers, finally waking from a night of comfortable sleep. The curtains were still closed and the room still dim enough that he could have easily fallen back asleep for another hour or two, though his work schedule would certainly hinder those plans. Quest rolled over, eyes closed again as he reached to pull you in close to his chest. Only, as his arm came down on the spot you always slept in, he was met with empty space. The sheets still held the faintest lingering warmth but you were decidedly not there. Quest sat up, the heel of his hand rubbing the last remnants of sleep from his eyes before finding his glasses so that he might discover where you had gone. It wasn't rare for you to wake up first, but you almost always waited until he had woken too. Or, if you had to leave, then you'd at least wake him up with a soft and sleepy kiss goodbye. It was a tradition he felt almost lost without as he rose from the inviting warmth of the bed in search of you. Last night you'd mentioned needing to run a few errands in the morning but would you really have left so early? Or without telling Quest? It wasn't that he disliked you leaving without him knowing, but rather that he would have wanted to go with you.
In the time since you and Quest had moved in together, he dearly treasured any outing you took as a couple; no matter how mundane or boring the task might seem, Quest found it all so incredibly domestic and he adored spending that time with you. As he sleepily explored your shared home, calling out your name in his husky morning voice, Quest began to grow more and more concerned. Realistically, he knew you'd probably just headed out to run some errands but that semblance of logic did little to quell his unease. However, instead of opting to let those thoughts fester, Quest continued with his morning routine and brewed himself a coffee. If anything, it'd serve to wake him up a little and steal away the aching tiredness that still dwelled in his eyes. As he manouevered about the kitchen, Quest's eyes found the calendar that hung beneath the clock on the kitchen wall. His birthday. Every year it came around and still managed to take him by surprise. His birthday was never really an event that Quest waited in anticipation for, particularly in his adult years—he barely even remembered the last time he celebrated it. Though he certainly remembered the gentle scolding you gave him the previous year when he accidentally let slip that it was his birthday. He hadn't hidden the fact intentionally but the thought to share it simply hadn't crossed his mind, a result of his own lacklustre views on the so-called 'special' day.
This was to be his first birthday since moving in together—and also the first one that you were aware of. A thought flashed in Quest's mind that perhaps the reason you'd snuck out so early was because you were planning something for his birthday. Neither one of you had discussed potential plans so Quest naturally assumed the day would pass by fairly uneventfully. It would’ve been nice to celebrate, of course, but he hadn’t dwelled on the thought long enough to consider asking what plans you might want to make. As Quest leaned against the kitchen counter taking his first sip of coffee, he heard the sound of the front door unlocking and you arriving home. Within moments you were in the kitchen, a pleasantly surprised look on your face to see Quest awake and about.
"Hello, you." You hadn't yet shrugged off your coat as you bounced over to Quest, nose tinted pink from the biting chill of the morning air.
Quest slid a mug towards you, prepared exactly how you liked it as you came up beside him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Happy birthday, love. Thought you'd still be in bed by the time I got back."
"Not worth having a lie in without you there," Quest hummed, taking another sip of coffee. "Where did you run off to, anyway?"
You spared a quick glance toward the front door of the apartment before noting Quest's poor attempts to hide his avid curiosity. "I was hoping you'd still be asleep so I could make the surprise more exciting but I guess this will do. Go sit on the sofa and close your eyes. And keep 'em closed. No peeking or no present."
"Being with you is enough of a gift for me," Quest teased, his hands reaching for your waist while you playfully tried to push him away.
"You are disgustingly cute sometimes. But also I hate it." Despite your words, you relinquished to Quest's hold on you, relishing in the warmth of his bare chest on your cheek. The two of you stayed there, suspended in time, until the anticipation of seeing Quest's reaction to his birthday gift overcame you. "There's plenty of time for birthday cuddles later. For now, ass on couch and eyes closed."
Quest chuckled, amused by your impatience but he listened to your instruction this time around, planting himself down and closing his eyes. There was a hint of temptation to open an eye just to see how you might react but he decided against it, feeling your eyes scrutising him for a sign of disobedience. Satisifed that he wouldn't sneak a glance, you headed back to the front door where you had left Quest's birthday present—the most important of them anyway. You had some smaller gifts hidden away in your wardrobe but those could wait until later. You had a strong suspicion that Quest might care for this one a little more.
"Okay, open your eyes in 3, 2, 1."
Quest's eyes opened, adjusting to the light once more as he looked for a change in the scenery. At his confusion, you told him to look by his feet. Sniffing the floor by Quest's feet was a small labrador puppy, a bright golden colour as it explored all the new sights and sounds.
"You didn't," Quest said, disbelief and surprise all over his features.
"I did." You grinned at Quest as he reached down to pick up the puppy, now excitedly greeting its new father. "You're always saying how you'd love to get a dog someday so I thought it was about time to grant that wish."
Quest smiled at you as the puppy bounded off to explore the apartment, paws skittering along the floors. His hands sought out yours, fingers intertwining and interlocking as he blinked away the tears that collected in the corners of his eyes. "Have I ever told you that you're a literal angel?"
"Once or twice," you laughed as Quest pulled you onto his lap, arms enveloping your body as he buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, leaving a smattering of kisses on the skin.
"Well I'll say it again. You're an angel. What did I do to deserve you?"
"None of that," you reprimanded, pulling back from his grasp and taking his face in your hands. "You are deserving of it all. But we should probably go find our new baby. Before they get to your gifts before you can." You moved from your spot in front of Quest, hands finding his as though there were magnets, or a string binding the two of you together; wherever one went, the other was assured to follow no matter the physical distance that may emerge between them. Whatever plans Quest had been expecting, this was so far removed from how he'd thought the day might go. But he could not have felt more loved than in this moment. If Quest could bottle any emotion, it would be this one: pure, unadulterated adoration and appreciation for all that you were. Quest couldn't imagine a life without you in it—didn't want to imagine such an existence. Before he had met you, Quest was merely drifting through life. Sure, he had plenty of nice memories from his time in the server, but he hadn't felt like he was truly living until that fateful day you made your way into his life. Since then, Quest felt as though he was finally seeing in colour, finally experiencing life and all its wonders as they should be experienced. And, as he watched you laughing as the small puppy came bounding into your arms, Quest knew this was the exact brand of happiness that he would never let slip from his grasp. So with all the love in his eyes, he came to your side where he strived to be for as long as he lived.
#blooming panic#blooming panic x reader#blooming panic fanfic#blooming panic quest#blooming panic quest x reader#another birthday comes and goes and the birthday fic tradition continues#i am looking at october and eventual xyx birthday writing#the cycle of dread continues#will i be able to think of an idea and write it or will my brain decide to break and give me nothing#tune in next month to find out#what is creativity what is inspiration who am i what kind of mess is my tumblr#anyway#mars writes
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omg my favorite hollywood au trope, they have a kissing scene and they keep making excuses to practice that scene bc they just like kissing that person <33 with anyone u think fits robo my beloved 🙏
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Xyx closes the door behind him and turns to face you. You're standing in the middle of the room, feeling... strange. This feels strange.
He takes one step towards you. Then another. And another. It's maddeningly slow, and he holds your gaze the whole time.
"You ready?"
Fuck. Why does this feel so different?
You've just come back from your third dinner of the week -- you've lost track by now of how many practice dates he's taken you on to try to fix your on-screen chemistry. You can still feel his hand holding yours as you walked back down the street to the studio.
"I need to, uh, brush my teeth."
"Forget that."
"It's--"
"You never do that right before the kiss on set."
Xyx stops just in front of you. He's close. Too close.
You take a step back on instinct and his hand darts out to the small of your back, pulling you closer instead.
"Max," he murmurs your character's name. The low rumble of his voice sparks something in your stomach. Script time. Okay. You meet his even stare.
"Makisig."
His lips curl at your whispered reply of his character's name, and his free hand settles at the back of your head.
"You are my long midnight drives, the bright strings of lights in my room--"
"Please--"
He leans in -- your lips are barely centimeters apart. His voice gets even huskier, and you are hyperaware of his breath on your skin.
"You are my warm blanket in winter, the oreos and milk at two AM, the sugar dusting my fingers, every star in my heart mirrored to the sky."
He exhales against your lips and your heart pounds, his eyes flitting between yours before falling to your mouth.
"You are my soul, Max."
He closes the gap between you and your eyes flutter shut as he kisses you, slow, soft. It's hesitant -- but the way he moves and holds you betrays how much he wants to press it further.
Acting. Acting.
You push into him and a small moan escapes his lips as you deepen the kiss and wrap your arms around him.
Acting.
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as a g1 lore lair im obsessed with notn because i can get so many new permas! however as im cracking open these bad boys i'm honest to god dreading potentially getting a double. because i personally only like matchy xyzs or xyzs with colors that compliment each other and i'd have ZERO use for a double or triple. and i'd have to go through the annoying awful process of pricing and selling it. i dont know ANYTHING about g1 pricing at ALL because i'm only a g1 lair for lore reasons and i dont see them as more valuable than a g2+ and i only ever hatch my own. so i'm fucking holding my breath every time i hatch a batch of eggs like "oh god oh god oh god do not give me something i have to sell" last time i hatched an xyx i sold it for 50g to the first person who asked just to get it over with. i know i got scammed. i wasn't a new player. i just hate dealing with them THAT MUCH... im giving my double/triple luck to everyone else. i dont want it. take it from me. once when i hatched an xxy i gave it to someone in exchange for a new egg to hatch and the dragon i got from said egg is now one of my truly beloved permas. please. praying to notn rng gods. give my double luck to someone who's never hatched a double before. i hate pricing. i hate selling. and i hate scrying dragons that dont have VARIETY in their colors.
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not me once again in xyx brainrot thinking about camping i am so violently ill
robo deep in the xyx tag talked about how xyx likes radio plays and would go on roadtrips w his family and im like just sitting here wondering how they managed to make xyx even more my type
idk how to do READ MORE on mobile forgive me
he rents out a camper van for you both. you sit on the passenger seat, feet kicking. “is there anything i can do to help?” you ask, shifting your weight to turn and face him.
he tweaks your nose, his eyes crinkling at your pout. “don’t worry love, it’s all set. i’m just checking on the power supply and battery. we’re going to be off grid for two days. i just want to make sure.”
“i didn’t know you were a car guy, xyx.” you tilt your head to get a better look at him. he laughs, “it’s not my first rodeo. we have an old VW camper back home, it’s parked further out back, so it makes sense you wouldn’t have seen it during the holidays.”
you turn back, and watch him work through the passenger mirror. when he slams the compartment shut, he eyes the contorted visor and strikes a pose. “can’t get enough of me doll, can you” a pleasant flush runs across his face when you answer genuinely. you have no right to be that adorable.
this is what the drive is like: radio plays and informative podcasts that you two spent the past few nights carefully curating. one of xyx’s hands is on the wheel, while the other is entangled in your own. you’re absentmindedly running circles on his hand, eyes closed, taking in the sunlight. there is a map in your side compartment, and a camera in your lap.
(and he’s seen you in many fits, but this feels different. this is not the glitz and glam, or the sweats and beadhead, or the business casual paired w a kiss out the door. it’s not just everyday casual, it’s your shoulders slacked, the way the sun kissed your hair, and most importantly the small smile graced across your lips. and its terrifying and comforting all at once, how he wants this moment forever. it’s different than you hugging him from the back of a motorcycle, but welcome and beloved all the same).
you don’t know much about camping, but he’s ecstatic to teach you. by the end of the night you were able to light their stove properly and set about preparing the meal the two of you brought. it’s thrilling to work in such a small space, shoulders bumping absolute no leg room. the van’s back doors are fully open, along with the side door allowing for maximum airflow. music is softly playing from the mini speakers you brought, and he takes small notice of the way your body sways to the beat of the song. (later that night he spins you around outside, it’s no soft tempo jazz or upbeat club music, but something valuable all the same).
he loves to see what you take pictures of. an oddly shaped tree, a rock that looks like a wizard hat, a strange bug thats a common pest you haven’t encountered yet. there’s something nostalgic about it, something about it that makes him want to show you the world if you’d let him.
that night when you both are curled up staring at the stars through the starlight. he presses a kiss to your temple. “hey, doll?”
“yeah?” god, your sleepy voice is adorable.
it doesn’t escape his notice that your hand is already reaching for his, at the sound of his voice. “how about when we both get home, we give my folks a call about bringing the old VW camper out of retirement?”
he squeezes your hand, grinning as he feels you return the gesture. yes, you’d like that very much.
#IM WATCHING SOLO CAMPING VIDEOS HAVING A PROBLEM#once again i think about dating but know it wont work out bc they wont be xyx blooming panic#WHATEVER THE DEVIL IS IN THE DETAILS IN THE TAG#i like xyx being able to do slower adventures and enjoy life with you#also like being able to relive childhood memories and rediscover anlot of old passions w u#how cool… u both just geek out and are excited#get to cook for another#im sleeping im crying dont percieve me bloomic fandom im out here insane#i have to get xyx out of my system i am not built for this#i want to hold his hand so bad
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