#xyx fluff

[ilycove]

Xyx’s hair tickled the base of your neck, his arms slithering around your waist and gripping like a vice. “I think the odds are in my favor today.”

You refused to acknowledge him for the time being. You’d asked the receptionist at the hotel you were staying very politely that you needed two beds, and here you were. In his arms. Which was nice, you loved him and he loved you and he was really warm, but it would be even nicer if he wasn’t being such a smug asshole about all of this. “This is only something that happens in bad fanfiction.”

“Oh, don’t act like that doll. You love me.”

You covered up the fond smile that was growing on your face by rolling your eyes. “Some days. Now I’m wondering why we’re even together.”

"So what I'm hearing is," he grabs your jaw with gentle fingers and places kisses where your jaw and neck meet, more smile than lips. "You admit that you love me? That you're sooo obsessed with me?"

"Oh my god," You feel laughter bubbling up in your throat and the faux scowl that once covered your face has been replaced with something more genuine. "You suck."

You feel Xyx's teeth against your skin. "And you're in love with me. What does that make you?"

"A fool."

He hums, closing his eyes and chuckling. His smirk is nothing but mischievous, you don't dare to trust him. "I was going for mental, or deranged even, but sure."

"I'm gonna punch you." You roll your eyes again and make an attempt to move your hands, but they're pinned to the side of your head before you can even go that far.

Xyx's eyes are now open and cunning. Like a devil, you think. Like a really pretty devil. "With what hands?"

Your guard is let down and you barely notice him leaning towards your face, pressing angel-like kisses all over your face. You sigh. "You suck."

"You've said that before. Are you just so in love with me you can't think right now?"

You kick him in the shin and give him a quick kiss to his lips. "Don't push it too much."

Xyx laughs and you swear to everything that is righteous and holy that it's the most beautiful thing you've ever heard. Your limbs are entangled and you could swear you hated him a minute ago, but when he's this pretty you forget why.

You push a strand of hair away from his eyes and he leans into your touch, kissing your palm softly. His laughter starts up again and his demonic smile returns. "Eww. You're being cringe right now."

You shove him off the bed. You remembered why you hate him.

[jjaysontodd]

Flustering Xyx

Prompt: A scenario where xyx’s partner manages to out flirt them.

Word count: 500 

Warning: None just disgustingly sweet maple syrupy lovely fluff. 

It all started with your amusement park visit last weekend when he kissed you on the highest rollercoaster. Not only were you overwhelmed by the height you were at, but you were also a blushing mess. When you got off the roller coaster, all you could see was his smug grin looking back at you. He was pleased with himself knowing the reaction he could get out of you. That was the last straw, you thought to yourself. You had to get back at him for his teasing and for your dignity as well. You had even the playing field.

On a late Friday night, you were watching a space documentary. You had both left work early and were now relaxing on the sofa. You leaned into him, his hand on your shoulder. You were babbling about how many earths could fit inside Jupiter. He always found it endearing to hear you ramble. It was adorable to him. But you knew better; it was all part of your plan.

"About 1300 earth would be required to fit in Jupiter." You said this while intently studying him.

"Is that so, doll?" he hums back, a lazy smile on his face.

“but do you know how I can fit the entire world in my hands?” You said looking smug.

That question piqued his interest; how could that be? Is this one of your science facts, he wondered. "What exactly do you mean? "How is that possible?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on you.

You couldn't help but grin as you cupped his face in your hand.

“there. I have my entire world in my hands, now” You said pleased with yourself as you see his ears turn red.

“D-d-oll .. I-” He was stuttering over his words, you had caught him completely off guard. He laughed and tried to hide behind his hands, hoping you wouldn't notice how flustered you had him.

“Oh my, it looks like I have competition now,” He said trying to look away, he couldn't show his face to you, it would be completely red by now.

But you pulled his collar and forced him to look into your eyes.

“Now, don't shy away. Let me see your face, cutie.” You said with a playful glint and smirk.

That flustered him more, and a deep shade of red set on his face. He is completely melted. He giggles quietly while giving you a forehead kiss and looks back at you.

“Is this view good enough for you, doll?” He said with affection lingering in his eyes.

[soulmatelessthoughts]

Person B won't let Person A get out of bed by cuddling them.

"No" xyx says as he clutches mc's clothes tightly

"Xyx i have to go to work please let go" mc says as he tries to push themselves off their shared bed, xyx only shakes his head as he burries his head deeper into mc's back

"Xyx" mc whines and soon cat now joined both of you on the bed

"No" he just says tiredly but that doesnt fool mc considering how tightly xyx is holding them and not letting them go to their work

Read next part if u want angst if u dont just skip it and go to fluff

The beeping of his alarm woke him up he looks in his bed to see noone no mc no cat

He just stares at his ceillibg wondering what he couldve and would do to have them both with him now

But the harsh reality that he is now alone and by the looks of it that wwould be the case for a long time

He clutches his pillow tighly imagining, wishing for it to be mc

Angst done ne ways this is fluff ver

"Your boss sucks, just let me be your sugar daddy" xyx says with a very tired voice which makes mc think hes still very much in dream land, what he says makes mc laugh

"Xyx are you rlly awake?" Mc asks as he nudges xyx

"Hngg" xyx just replies with a groan which makes mc laugh and just not resist xyx cuddles anymore 'i mean he isnt wrong my boss does suck who says i cant be a few hours late'

[c1nnad0ll]

since its thunderstorming outside where i am, headcanons for the blooming panic LI’s having an s/o who’s scared of lightning? (Can be fluffy or angsty as you wish!!)

Hi dear! I'm so, SO sorry for this request taking so long. I've been really busy with some stuff 😭😭

Bloomic x S/I who's scared of lightning

Quest.

Oh you're good bro.

Like this man is there in like SECONDS comforting you.

Bros got the blankets the curtains drawn, he's got headphones.

He is like absolutely not letting the fuckin thunder get to you

Just plays a show that you both like at like max volume to drown out the thunder

Ur safe with him pookie

Nightowl.

He's got it bad I feel like his apartment walls are super thin

Tbh he's also probably not a giant fan of rain or thunder.

Y'all just kinda sit inside with headphones on. Probably playing something on A Nintendo switch.

I feel like he plays splatoon.

He definitely cuddles you to avoid the loud ass rain.

You two r fighting togethe

NakedToaster

MY BOY MY MANNNNNN

Bro probably scowls at the rain

Like straight up just like turns on his headphones and plays FFXIV

fuck the rain

So naturally

They go and play computer games w/ u!!

Play final fantasy it'll be okay

Xyx

Screeches at the rain.

nah jk jk

He does try and do something "funny" (?) to like get rid of the lightning fear?

Bro probably tapes sun pictures to the windows 😭

In all honesty he probably just hangs out with you and Cat. Talks about life.

I'm so sorry this took so long

[vipersiia]

lazy mornings | xyx/gn!reader

Being with Xyx is like being with a force of nature. It never really seems like he has a moment to himself. A moment to breathe. 

Waking up to the feeling of his fingers tracing shapes on your exposed skin, a sensation like no other. Humming softly you shifted and pushed closer into his chest, just taking his presence in. You feel his lips pressing into your head, curving into a smile, his arms wrapping tigher around you, pulling you closer. You can smell his lingering cologne, and beneath that the scent of the ocean that always seems to surround him.

Mornings like these are rare, but you’d never want him to change. Moments like these were made to be savored.

Slowly you open your eyes, staring into his. Half-lidded, viridian peeking through his lashes, reminiscent of the coral you both saw when diving some time ago. Whispering out a greeting, he leans in, lips gently molding against yours. Sometimes it feels like he was made for you. To be held tenderly in your palms. To be eternally loved and cared for. 

You know he feels the same way, he's expressed it multiple times. Saying how you came in like a deity from above, and showed him a love like no other. 

His hands made their way to cup your face, as you both split, breathless. 

Sometimes when you look at him, adoration is all you can see. It seeps through his veins, oozing out of him whenever he’s around you. It makes you wonder, just what he sees when he looks at you.

With him in your arms, it makes the long nights waiting for him to come home, all the more worth it. Being able to slip into bed with him, idly sharing stories about your days. Tightly wrapped up in each other's arms, not an inch between you. Mornings where neither of you are in a rush to get to work, just able to enjoy a shared morning. 

[typhmoons]

Baking With Bloomic 2/4 (Xyx)

Part two is here! Enjoy! 

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Green, rolling hills of landscape zoomed by. The freshness of the springtime air filled your nose, mixed along with the scent of his presence. The bike’s engine roared underneath you as Xyx began to increase speed, your arms grasping his torso a bit tighter. 

“Relax doll” His voice muffled with a bit of static chuckled in the earpiece under your helmet. “I’ve got it under control, I won’t letcha go anywhere.”

“You better, otherwise I’m breaking up with you.” Your voice shot back. He laughed.

Because it was so hard to communicate during rides, Xyx bought a radio headset with two earpieces so you guys could talk. It was a chance for him to tell you what was on his mind,  all while doing something he loved. You didn’t want him to give up riding his motorcycle for good, but after that injury he sustained a couple years back, you couldn’t help but feel anxious. Hearing him speak in your ear calmed your worries. The two of you made a promise that he would no longer take late night trips anytime he wasn’t feeling himself. Instead, you two would go together and talk it out. But most days, he would take you out on a ride for fun. Sometimes it was nice. 

Other times you wanted to rip out the earpiece and chuck it in the grass. 

He would always make the most random jokes at random times, or suddenly shout excitedly “Look at the duckies babe!” To which he would then pull the bike over and you two would watch the ducks swim about in the pond. 

Very rarely, he would start to sing, softly under his breath, secretly hoping you’d start signing along with him. You always did. Xyx loved to hear your pretty singing voice.

Currently however, you two were on a pleasure cruise, making the most of the beautiful day mother nature had to offer. The sun was warm on your skin, and you relaxed as you laid your head on Xyx’s back. Feeling your touch, he smiled to himself. 

Being your partner was all he ever wanted. He longed just to be in your company, through thick and thin, highs and lows, triumphs and tribulations. Nothing made him more happy than knowing that your face was the first and last thing he saw everyday. Well, almost everyday. Cat would sometimes plant their furry body right between you two, blocking each other’s view, and demanding you give them some attention. 

Confessing his feelings for you on call that night made him more nervous than he’d like to admit. But it was what his heart ached for. He needed you. He loved you. Seeing your cute face smiling so brightly at him, and then getting all flustered when you flubbed on his tongue twisters. Priceless. 

“How ya holdin’ up back there, doll? You doing okay?” Xyx’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. 

You yawned. “Mmhmm. Just a little tired is all. Maybe some sugar will wake me up.” 

“Ahhh, I see what you’re doing. You’re trying to butter me up so I buy you some sweets. It’s cute, I’ll give you that. But I’m gonna have to say no. We just had lunch not too long ago. Can’t have you getting sick on me now.” 

He had a point. The two of you had stopped for tacos earlier. But that didn’t stop your sweet tooth. 

“Well, maybe you don’t have to buy the dessert. Maybe you can just buy the ingredients.” Though you couldn’t see his face, you could practically feel the smirk radiating off his lips. 

“That’s a very complicated way of asking me if I wanna have a baking date with you sweetheart. But I graciously accept. The store it is then.” He then revved the bike's engine once more, swiftly making a sharp U-turn. Completely unprepared for the sudden flip in direction, your arms squeezed around his waist and you shrieked. “Xyx!!” 

This time he laughed much deeper. A long, drawn out twisted laugh; he knew he made your heart stop for a second, and he loved it. He just loved teasing you in general. Never got tired of it.

Xyx waited outside with the bike while you grabbed what you needed. You came out with a bag in each arm and he placed them in the seat compartment to keep them safe. Surprisingly, the trip back was quite peaceful. You two made it back home and set everything out on the counter. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you began searching through google for the recipe. 

Quiet as a mouse, Xyx snuck up behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and settling his chin on your head. Due to his height, he was always using you as an arm or head rest. You didn’t flinch, leaning back against his chest as you scrolled. 

“What are we making?” he asked. 

“A lemon meringue pie.”

“Have you made one before?”

“Nope. But I’ve always wanted to. I figured it’d be fun.” You took a screenshot of the directions before going to open the cabinet to grab a saucepan. “I’ll work on the filling, you handle the pie crust.” 

“Right, uhhh….could I get some help with that. Just to get me started, promise.”

Giggling at his cluelessness, you helped him gather the ingredients for the pie crust and he began mixing. Once he was set, you turned on the oven and monitored the filling as it cooked. Other than the sounds of you both working, the kitchen was quiet. You gradually felt yourself begin to relax, letting all the stress of your job fade to the back of your mind. If you hadn’t met Xyx through the Bloomic server, you didn’t know where you’d be right now. 

“I think it’s good now, doll. What next?” Tilting his bowl towards you, he displayed his proud work. You strolled over to him and placed both hands on his shoulder, pushing your face up to kiss his cheek. “Great job love, now we just have to make the meringue. We have to add the sugar gradually: I’ll pour, you just keep mixing.” 

“Calling me cute nicknames all of a sudden huh? Don’t get too cocky now.” His green eyes widened at you as he raised his brows, hand constantly stirring the mixture as you poured the sugar in every thirty seconds. He only gets like this when you make him blush, so you didn’t back down. 

“Or what?”

“Wouldn't you like to know…” 

Oh that does it. 

In one great big motion, you set the cup down and  lunged at him, jumping on his back laughing all the way. Keeping right with you, Xyx grabbed your legs, holding you in the piggy back ride position as he  bolted out of the kitchen towards the bedroom. Cat nearly jumped twenty feet in the air when they heard you two come barging in. Tossing you down on the bed, Xyx hovered above you, grinning ear to ear. 

Seeing as now you were completely trapped with no escape you sighed. 

“Giving up already?” he teased. 

“In your dreams.” You stuck your tongue out at him. 

He then bent down to give you a gentle peck on the lips. “You’re still a pain in the ass, but I love you.” You whispered in between kisses. The two of you stayed there for a while, enjoying the moment. Until suddenly your eyes went wide. 

“Shit Xyx I left the stove on!!” And just as quick as you entered you barreled out of the room and back to the kitchen, shutting off the stove. Your body hunched over, breathing heavily. “Well…that was two steps away from disaster.” 

“Nothing we couldn’t handle.” Xyx chuckled to himself, leaning against the counter. 

“Nothing we couldn’t handle!? The house could’ve burnt down!” 

“Exactly. Could’ve. But it didn’t.” 

You facepalmed. Seeing your exhaustion, Xyx grabbed the bowl of pie crust. “Why don’t you go relax on the couch dear, I’ll finish the pie.” He brought a hand up and ruffled your hair. You swatted it away. 

“On one condition. You call me for backup if you need it.” 

He pulled you into one last hug, squeezing you tight. “Of course, doll. Always.”

[chris-continues]

Slow Dancing w/Xyx

xyx xreader bloomic fluff “I will never fall in love again-“

“Until I found them..” his accent blends in with the song. You can hear the vibrations of his voice as he holds you, cradling you and swaying with his voice.

That was all. Until you saw a certain cat pawing at the two pairs of legs dancing in the living room.

“Ah, you little bugger. You want food?”

“We fed them 20 minutes ago I think.” You shrug.

He sits down, “What do ya wa-“ Cat climbs into his lap, “-nt. Evil little feline.”

“Evil little man.” You sit next to him, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“I’m a god, not just a man. Get it right, doll.”

“Mm should I call you godfriend instead of boyfriend?”

“Boyfriend suffices.” He leans his head over yours.

[sailxrmxrs]

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

♡ nightowl ♡

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

♡ quest ♡

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

♡ xyx ♡

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

♡ nakedtoaster ♡

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

♡ onionthief ♡

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

[missrosiesworld]

Ride to Love

As Xyx pulled up to the airport on his motorcycle, Elena couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. She had never been on a motorcycle before, and the thought of zooming through the streets on the back of one was both thrilling and a little scary.

"Hey there, doll," Xyx called out as he dismounted the bike and walked over to Elena. "Ready to ride?"

Elena amusingly shakes her head at Xyx, "You saaaaaaid you were getting us a ride."

He chuckles and gestures to the bike, "And a ride I have acquired. Aren't you coming?" Elena raises her eyebrow quizzically at him as she eyes the bike before glancing back at him, specifically at his leg. "Are you sure? You said you were healed, but..."

Xyx gives her a reassuring smile as he takes her hand and laces their fingers together. “Never been so sure of anything in my life, love,” he says. He gives her hand a gentle tug and nods towards the bike. “Now get on. Do you prefer the back or the front?”

"I'll sit wherever you want me to," Elena says with a flirtatious smile.

Xyx responds with a teasing grin. "Of the bike, love. What were you thinking of?"

"Oh, nooothing. Don't worry about it," Elena says, trying to play it cool.

Xyx notices that Elena is still a bit nervous about getting on the bike, and he smiles sympathetically. "Hmm, you still seem unconvinced. Is there anything I can do to sweeten the deal? I could blow you a kiss, make a declaration of my undying love, or do donuts in the parking lot...”

Elena shakes her head, laughing at Xyx's antics. "How about just letting me hold on so I don't fall?"

Xyx smirks as he leans in closer. "You are getting into dangerous territory, doll. I accept. Now indulge me, would ya?”

"Indulge you how?" Elena asks, raising an eyebrow.

Xyx leans in until he is inches away from Elena's lips, his voice low and husky. "Won't go too fast if that's what you're worried about– I’ll take good care of you."

Elena smiles sweetly and nuzzles her nose against his. "Promise?"

Xyx smiles back, melting under her touch. "Promise."

As they climbed onto the bike and set off, Elena couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement as the wind whipped through her hair and the city flew by. She had to admit, this was a lot of fun.

"Hey, you're doing great back there," Xyx shouted over the roar of the engine. "You're a natural."

"Thanks," Elena shouted back, grinning. "This is amazing!"

As they rode on Xyx's motorcycle, Elena and Xyx couldn't help but flirt and banter back and forth. Xyx would make a comment about how good Elena looked on the back of his bike, and Elena would tease him back by saying that he was just trying to show off his macho man skills.

"You know, you're not half bad at this motorcycle thing," Elena shouted over the roar of the engine as they zoomed through the streets.

"Well, I am a man of many talents," Xyx replied, winking at her. "But I'm glad you think so. You look amazing back there, by the way."

"Oh, stop it," Elena giggled. "You're just trying to flatter me."

"Well, if it gets you to smile like that, then I'm all for it," Xyx said, grinning.

As they continued to ride, the flirting and banter only intensified. Elena couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement and attraction towards Xyx, and she could tell that he felt the same way. When they finally arrived at Xyx's place, Elena was a little sad that the ride was over.

"Well, here we are," Xyx said, dismounting the bike and helping Elena off. "Welcome to my humble abode."

Elena's eyes widened as she took in the sight of Xyx's place. It was a small, cozy condo, but it was filled with all sorts of interesting knick-knacks and books, and a big fluffy cat was lounging on the couch.

"Oh my gosh, can I pet Cat?" Elena asked, her eyes lighting up.

"Sure thing," Xyx chuckled, leading her over to the couch. "Here’s the infamous Cat. They are a bit of a diva, but they’re a good cat."

Elena reached out tentatively to pet Cat, and to her delight, they purred and leaned into her touch.

"They are so cute," Elena gushed. "I love them."

"I'm glad you think so," Xyx said, grinning. "But don't forget about me. I want some love and attention too."

Elena laughed and turned to him, giving him a hug. "I could never forget about you, Xyx. You're too special."

As they stood there, wrapped up in each other's embrace, Elena couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness. From talking online for months to finally being here in person with him was a dream come true.

Xyx, who was usually playful and joking, had a serious expression on his face. "Ellie, I have to tell you something," he said. "I'm so happy that you're here with me. I've been waiting for this moment for what feels like forever."

"Me too, Xyx," Elena replied, looking up at him with a soft smile. "I've never felt this way about anyone before. You make me so happy."

"I love you," Xyx said, his voice filled with emotion. "I know in my heart that you're the one for me. You're my doll."

"I love you too," Elena said, tears of joy streaming down her face. "I love you more than anything. Te amo."

"Oh, you're speaking Spanish now?" Xyx teased with a grin as he gently brushed her tears away. "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

Elena laughed and swatted at him playfully. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"That's why you love me," Xyx said, pulling her close and kissing her deeply.

As they kissed, Elena knew that she was exactly where she belonged. In Xyx's arms, surrounded by his love and affection, she felt complete and whole. She couldn't wait to see what the future held for them, but for now, she was just grateful to be here, with him, in this moment.

[luvring]

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....

[ilycove]

A pair of arms wraps around your ribs and holds you tight. Xyx buries his head in your collarbones and takes a deep breath, breathing in your scent and your familiarity.

The rain's been coming down for a while, you assume, because his hair is wet and making you laugh softly as it glides up and down your neck. A hand reaches up to mess his hair up and he stops breathing entirely, for a moment at best, like your touch scared him to the core. You frowned at the thought and turned (to the best of your abilities) towards him. "Hi, love. Is everything alright?"

He doesn't reply and that's more of an answer than anything to you.

"Ah," you chuckle a bit and keep note of how his attention is purely focused on breathing in your scent and you wordlessly persuade him off of you, becoming face to face with him. "Rough day?"

Xyx sighs and runs a hand through his hair then proceeds to wipe his hand on his suits blazer. "Sorry, but I'd really rather not talking about it."

"That's alright too." You hum and grab his dryer hand, wiping your thumb over his knuckles and you barely see how his eyes go from mildly annoyed to something soft; relief or maybe a watered down version of joy. "Would... you like to join me in the bathroom?"

He stares at you for a second before processing a response, a voice that's barely there. As quiet as a willow tree and wavering ever so slightly, shaky almost. "Please."

His grip on you is almost bone crushing, like you'll leave him at any given moment, while yours is certain he'll stay. You guide him to the bathroom and close the door as he begins undressing. You help him with the little things, undoing his tie and unbuttoning the ends of his shirt. When he's bare in front of you, you press a kiss in the center on his tattoo and he just shivers.

He watches as you light a candle and make sure the water in the bathtub is a suitable temperature for him, and he furrows his eyebrows in confusion when he sees you only roll up your sleeves. "Are you not joining me?"

"No," You smile at him and gently help place him into the bathtub, kissing his cheeks and brushing hair out of his eyes. "I just wanted to help you relax, that's all."

"Oh."

Xyx sighs in contentment as you cup water into his water and massage shampoo on his scalp, and if you see tears in his eyes you don't comment on it and he doesn't recognize them. His heart beat feels like it's going insane, like he can't breathe properly with it pounding pounding pounding on his ribs. He's certain you can hear it.

Xyx once felt he was falling, someone unable to save like Icarus, and you caught him. He once believed he would never find someone who loved him again, he once believed he would spend the rest of life atoning for sins he does not remember committing and he found you instead. You bless him with your presence and for that, he's forever grateful.

You're humming and it's a song he knows you like, a song he's come to like because of you. He hums along with you and your humming becomes less of a modern tune and more of a hymn of laughter he finds himself addicted to.

You pour conditioner on his scalp and he relishes in the attention your fingers give him again, the sour look that was once previously on your face replaced with a smile.

You wash off the soap on once of your hands and hold one of his, the hand washing his hair becoming increasingly slower as time moved on. You two in the moment just felt timeless.

Xyx squeezes your hand and you squeeze back instantly, in sync. He kisses your knuckles and you kiss his, in sync. He leans over to kiss your head and you do the same, only wiping your mouth off afterwards. "I think I just got soap in my mouth."

He laughs and it's something beautiful and you smile because of him, and vice versa. He's only Xyx when he's with you.

You dry off his hair and brush it out for him, and you guide him to your shared bed and he follows you like a blind mouse. You say him down and kissed him softly, a tender moment that lingered for a second. He pouts and looks at you with doe eyes. "Doll, that was awful, you barely even kissed me. I think you need to try again."

A laughter escapes out of you and your fingers find his face once more that evening, pulling him closer to you. You kiss him again and again, like a broken record and he comes back, again and again. "You're so greedy. That's a deadly sin, you know."

Xyx smiles against your lips, finding the nape of your neck. You half-expected him to be looking at you with something devilish in his eyes, but you found nothing short of an angel sitting in front of you. "I'm well aware," He pulls your hand up to his lips again, kissing each knuckle separately. "And I would spend the rest of my afterlife in Hell if it means I got to be with you for as long as I can breathe."

[almondx1ao]

Late nights {XYX fluff}

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Cw: nothing just fluff <3

Fanart by: DesLune

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You had insisted on staying up with him, you wanted to spend time with him. He had late night paperwork to finish for his job and despite how much he'd insisted you laid in bed and had teased you to do so, you were stubborn. You had sat on his lap and played games on a handheld console instead of listening to him. It was like he had two cats instead of one. You were facing the back of the chair while he faced his computer working on the paperwork, knowing full well you weren't leaving. You played your game with a low volume to be quiet so he could work, the only sound that filled the room were the clicks from his keyboard as he had typed and the soft 8-bit music from your switch. 

The soft light of the fairy lights glowed on your soft and delicate skin Xyx couldn't help but admire you, even when tired he found you captivating. The blue light of his screen radiated off of his darker skin. Your head rested on his shoulder, your tired eyes trained to your console, looking at him every so often. He smiled a little when he caught you looking at him, but also just enjoying that you were there. 

He wouldn't admit that he was actually grateful for your stubbornness at least for now or at least he'd deny it if he did. The hours passed by as he worked, you could almost hear the clock tick as he worked. He had started at 10 and was now nearing 12, he lost track of time in his mundane work. Xyx could feel the tiredness ache in his body, but that was a normal for him, since it was a common occurrence with his job. Though, a meow from Cat broke his concentrative state. 

His green eyes looked to where cat had normally perched on his bookshelf to look over him and you, expecting the animal to beg him for a luxurious meal. He was going to be playful and tell cat that he wasn't going to get it luxury dinners because of the distraction, keeping to his promises to take them away if they bothered him at work...maybe. But the big floofball was not in its normal spot. Instead at your side, nudging your limp hand. It swayed a small bit as cat had nudged it. 

Your gaming console was barely able to be held onto anymore and nearly falling to the floor. His eyes traced up your frame from your hand to your face, his lips pulling into a slight smile. You were asleep on him, it's almost as if he had known that would happen. Your face snuggled into the arm closest to you and also on his shoulder. 

Your cheek was squished from cuddling into him, your eyes closed and your mouth hung open slightly. Xyx saw your chest rise and fall in small shallow breaths. A small bit of drool hung off of your lip. He was definitely going to tease you about it later. He chuckled softly, grabbing your game and resting it on the desk,

"I told you doll."

He said softly, as to not wake you, but to also tease your sleeping form. He carefully pushed his chair away from his desk and wrapped your arms and legs around him carefully,

"The paperwork can wait until tomorrow."

He said. Xyx debated on waking you up to tease you for falling asleep on him, but you were just too cute when you slept, so he opted against it.

He wrapped his arms around you to support your weight. He stood and made his way back to your shared room, gently laying you down on your side of the bed. He quietly changed into something more comfortable and then crawled into bed next to you. You had turned in your sleep to face him. He chuckled again and pulled you close. Xyx ran his fingers over your back and buried his nose in your hair, smiling like a fool. You were just too adorable when you were asleep like this. More importantly, he was just lucky to have you and see you like this.

[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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[c1nnad0ll]

taking blooming panic asks!!

[vipersiia]

sunny days | xyx/gn!reader

Falling in love with Xyx was fast, a quick ascent and even faster drop. Days like these, where you can admire him for long periods of time are few and far inbetween, but time seems to trickle to a stop, to let you indulge in his presence a little during times like these.

The sun is high in the sky, shining directly on him like a spotlight. Illuminating his every feature for your eyes, as if the galaxy itself sees his beauty, and cannot help but focus on it as well. His tanned hand interlocked with yours, eyes occasionally shifting over to you, little smile never leaving his lips.

“Have I ever mentioned how beautiful you are?” you begin, “If I haven’t it would be a shame, for your beauty transcends even farther than the mortal eye can view.”

You can see his reaction before he even says anything, how he straightens up, gripping the steering wheel a little too tightly.

“What?”

He knows he took too long to respond, and he knows you know, if the way he’s avoiding looking at you says anything.

You push on regardless, “With the sun shining on you, you look profoundly beautiful right now.”

A smile plays on your lips, as you see his ears flush.

“Doll you cannot be doing this right now. Do you know what you do to me? Ohh, you are playing  a dangerous game.”

“Is it so wrong? For me to want to compliment the love of my life?”

When he gets a chance to look at you, he wonders what he’s done in his past life to be so blessed. The way you look at him is nothing short of unadulterated adoration, like he’s the only man in the world. It can’t possibly be good for his heart, just how much you love him. How you make his heart constrict, how you make him tear up with words alone.

Time with you is sacred, and leaving your arms has become a monumental task as of late. It’s worth it, if he could come back to you forever, assured of your presence in his life through the little things.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love...I love you.” he begins, thinking of the novel, and how you can never get enough of it.

“I never wish to be parted from you from this day on, “ you finish, a smile playing on your lips, words whispered into the air. Words that sound so loud, that they ring in his ear long after you finish.

He doesn’t think he can get enough of you, your touch, your words, your love. From where your hands interlock, he spares a moment to lean over and press a gentle kiss to the back of your hand, eyes lingering on yours for a touch afterwards.

He knows he can’t get enough of you. Since the day you saw his face, a vulnerable moment in time. From that fateful meeting onward, he could not imagine a life without you by his side.

Sometimes, he wonders what you’re thinking when you look at him like that. Like he’s your entire universe, like he hung the moon and the stars in your name. 

You’re like a drug, and goddammit if he isn’t addicted. Maybe it’s bad, maybe he has become codependent. But if you asked him? He wouldn’t have it any other way.

[typhmoons]

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!