My Writers Block Is Only Cured If Im Writing Blooming Panic So Send In Blooming Panic Request Or Ideas.

My writers block is only cured if im writing blooming panic so send in blooming panic request or ideas. Angst, fluff, drama, au, just gimme them

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omg your first kiss fic made me swoon,,, thank you for that post! uhm about a request of mine, could you write for a male leaning genderfluid reader? the reader is afab, uses he/him pronouns but (sometimes) wears fem clothing (am i this obvious or am i just starved (╯▽╰ )) the reader asks xyx to cut their (long) hair, doesn't even care that he just chops it off bc it's so hard to maintain. reader and xyx are stuck in quarantine so the reader can't exactly go outside. please have a nice week! <3

Its not much but i think it short a sweet, i hope its enought to make you happy. i was unsure ho short you wanted the hair to get so i tied to leave it up to inteptaip but i might have fairled at that

Hope you enjoy

You hadn't been able to spend a lot of time with Xyx, even though you were in the same house, even though the two of you were always home, he was never able to give you time, so busy with work. You stood in the bathroom, trying to think out the best way to get rid of your hair, and still make it even enough. You'd been thinking for about ten minutes and you were nowhere. You sighed annoyed at yourself.

“What’re you sign about?”

Your boyfriend asked you jumped, scared by his sudden appearance.

“I- I was- am trying to cut my hair but it's hard to do it alone, can't really see what I'm doing.”

“I didn't realize you wanted to cut your hair.”

“Ye-ah I've wanted to chop it for a while, just- I wanted you to help but you haven't had the time so I decide id do it.”

“Well, id rather cut your hair than deal with my clients. “

He walks into the bathroom, grabbing the scissors.

“How much were you thinking you wanted off? This good?”

He held the scissors against your hair.

“More.”

He moves the scissors, looking in the mirror with a questioning look.

“More.”

He moves the scissor even more.

“Let's try that.”

As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he started snipping. It was comforting that he never made you think he didn't want you to cut his hair, no faces no questions, he just did what you wanted. He was always like that, whenever you talked to him about something you thought was important, he considered it very seriously. When you wore a skirt around him the first time he didn't question you except to ask.

“Is it comfy? it looks comfy as hell.”

When you talked to him about your gender and maybe explored some more he sat and listened, nothing remotely judgmental came from him. And know he was cutting off an inch of inches of hair, without a single question about.

“Why?”

“Are you sure?”

He didn't try and sway you with his reasons.

“It’s too pretty.”

“I like it.”

“I don't want you to have short hair.”

He just did as you asked.

“I was thinking… I've asked for the next few days off, I know we can't go out but I was wondering if you'd want to have a stay-at-home date?”

He leans down, blowing hair off your shoulder before whispering.

“You could get all dolled up, you could wear that new suit, or that skirt I love, oh what about that vest, Or-”

“If I let you keep going you'll name everything in my closet.”

He stands up moving to blow the hair off your other shoulder, whispering in that ear.

“You surprise me with how well you know me.”

He stands up again, grabbing the clippers he noticed were on the counter, you nodded in the mirror. He gets to work on the next step, the two of you stay quiet, pretty hard to hear each other with the clippers going. He turns the clippers off as he takes a look at what he's done so far, then looks at you through the mirror.

“Wooh. that one handsome fella.”

“What?”

“The person in the mirror?”

“You talking about yourself again?”

You tease.

“no, doll, though I appreciate the ego boost, I mean you. Just look at you, so beautiful.”

You blush at his teasing, he laughs before starting the clippers up again and cleaning up some spaces. When he finishes he dust of your head an body. He turns you around to look him in the face.

“The mirror doesn't do you justice, you look so handsome. And that haircut…”

He cuts himself off by kissing you.

“Whoever did this…”

His hand moves to behind your head, playing with the hair that remains.

“Deserves a date.”

He smirks at you as you lean in for another kiss. When he pulls away he rests his head on your forehead.

“I've missed you. Missed this. I'm sorry about work. I just, I want to be there for you but I'm always busy and -”

“I know- it's okay, you are always there when I need you, and that's enough.”

Don't Break my Heart

My first Blooming panic fic, I was inspired, writing block cured (for now)

Quest x GN!Reader

Quest takes reader out for valentine's day, trying to be sweet but ends up bringing reader's insecurities out at full force.

2.5k words

Trigger warning: Reader bulling themselves, Quest fear of being feared( that's a weird phrase), breaking down in front of people

Let me know if I missed a trigger or if you spot any spelling mistakes.

Feedback is encouraged!!

Masterlist

You currently sat across Quest. He had reserved a table at a nice restaurant, which was packed for valentines day. You felt a little selfish for not doing as much as your boyfriend. It's not like you were unprepared, you knew it was coming up but valentines day always left a bad taste in your mouth. You always went all out for your valentines, and it always went underappreciated, so you decided to stop celebrating valentines unless your partner instigated it. You didn't calculate it would be a surprise and here you are being spoiled and you have nothing in return. You looked into Quest’s eyes, they looked so perfect, so bright, so pure, and the memories of every other February 14th ruined the moment. All the rejections, all the times you were a bet, the days you were stood up in the rain, the fights. The nights you waited with anticipation for something as simple as a flower, only to be yelled at, belittled for wanting to celebrate a fake capitalist holiday. You repeat to yourself what you've been told over and over. That you're worthless, unlovable, unworthy of love, that you're not enough. You tell yourself not to fall for this, that it's all a lie, just like last time, just like always.

"Angel?"

That voice, it breaks your thoughts. Its Quests, you know that, something about his voice, the name he used, the way he sounds worried as if he cared as if he knew what was going on in your head. All of it made you think, just for a second, that everyone else was wrong, that those little voices were wrong.

"You ok? If this is too much we can leave."

He makes move to wave over the waiter, but you interject

"I’m fine Quest, this is perfect, I was just in my head"

Lowering his hand he reaches over to take yours

"You sure?"

You smile, looking into his eyes

"Never been more sure of anything"

The two of you got lost in each other's eyes, you both knew your words were not just about the restaurant.

"Did you need something, sir?"

The waiter nervously asked, not wanting to disturb your moment but also needing to do their job. Quest keeps his eyes on you, make sure one last time that you truly want to stay. Then turning to the waiter.

"Sorry about that, I know you're packed but would it be fine if we ordered now?"

"That’s perfectly fine sir."

You and Quest order and eat. The night is filled with cheesy moments, feeding each other, kisses, shared desert, longing gazes. It was almost too much, but as soon as you started to feel overwhelmed it was over, mostly. Quest was walking you home, hand and hand, you started to relax, recovering from being overfilled with all the cheesiness of the night, still fighting those thoughts from the beginning of the night. While walking Quest takes note of how many people cross the road to avoid him, not wanting to have his night ruined by outsiders he decides to ignore them. He turns to look at you, he takes the peaceful walk to admire his angel, the way they held onto him like he was safe, someone who would never hurt you, you cling to him like he was your protector. He loved it, loved you, he had to fight himself to not blurt it out loud, you were so focused and he just needed to wait a little longer.

Arriving at the door of your apartment, ready to get in and finally take a breath. You loved tonight, but you'd never felt this spoiled? Loved? You just wanted to be able to relax and process everything. So opening the door, after kissing Quest goodnight you were surprised to see candles and flower petals littering your apartment. You can feel the presence of Quest behind you. You know he is waiting for a reaction, you want to give him a good one but you can't hold it anymore as you let out a sob, you try to catch it but it's too late. Quest rushes in front of you, he checks to see if anything is physically wrong, his arms and eyes frantically rooming your body

"What's wrong? Angel? Are you ok?"

He sounds so concerned, so scared, you can't lie to him

"It- it doesn't make sense-"

You struggle to say more. Quest straightens up and pulls you into his chest, realizing his worry wasn't helping. He rubs your back and whispers to you

"Shh it's okay, breath takes your time."

You can hear his heart racing, you want it to calm you but it only makes you realize how nervous Quest is now. You refuse to make him wait, blurting out what you feel, not a thing of the wording

"I'm so scared."

He continued to rub your back

"Of what angel? Please tell me. I want to help?"

Sobbing out your answer, once again not think normally

"Of you. I'm scared of you."

As soon as the syllabus hits his ears he pulls away from you, his heart dropping from his chest, he swears he hears the thud it makes as it hits your floor. He questioned every moment you were ever close to him. Wondering if you were ever uncomfortable but too scared to tell him. Were you uncomfortable on the walk here? Did you want to cross the road and run away from him like everyone else? He takes multiple steps backward, almost tripping over himself, trying to protect you from himself. He had to protect you, even if it was from himself. He looks at himself, was he always this big, scary, threatening? Was he so desperate for your love that he missed all the hints that you hated him, that you were afraid of him? Quest does his best to shove his thoughts down, he's still here, in your apartment, your probably terrified and he can’t stop thinking about himself, he labels himself as selfish before speaking.

"Ang- I mean- I’m sorry. I never wanted to scare you. I'm sorry I didn't realize sooner- I’ll leave."

Even though he says those words he stays still, waiting for you to move from the doorway, he doesn't want to harm you anymore so he keeps his distance.

You had watched as Quest stumbled back, you were so worried, you plagued your mind for a reason he’d react this way. Was it something you did, something you said? You quickly realize what you said, and why it affected him this way. You wanted to fix this but he looked so panicked, you didn't know what to do, the words wouldn't come out and you felt approaching him would only make it worse. Then he spoke, you felt the tears drip from your eyes at his words. You knew about his past but you knew him for him, you knew he'd never hurt you. It was so obvious to you that he was safe that you forgot about his insecurities, or how others perceive him. Images of people avoiding him flash in your mind, moments where strangers asked if you were endangered, you never thought much of it, but to him, it was the very thing preventing him from going any further in your relationship. While you connect all the pieces in your head you let out a quiet cry.

"No"

Quest heard the tiny plead, his thought froze will he waited for you to say more, not expecting what happens next

You plan your next words out carefully, unlike before, and you take all the anger you had for anyone who ever looked at Quest with scared eyes and you yell, letting all that anger out in your explanation.

"NO- I’m not scared of you, physically- I’m"

You stumble over your words as you take a deep breathe, your voice back to a whisper

"I'm scared you'll break my heart."

You pause waiting to see if Quest will react. When he doesn't you start ramble, wanting to make it crystal clear what you mean. You cry through it all.

"I'm afraid that you using me, that I’m a joke, that eventually I’ll find out the server all placed their bets on how long I'll believe that you like me, care for me. I’m scared that you’re like every other person who ever claimed to love me, because, because..."

You start to yell again

"Because it doesn't make sense. Why would you like me? Look at me, I’m a joke, I’m worthless, I’m unlovable, and yet here you are. You, who is so amazing, you who has such an optimistic look on life, who has that outlook even though you've seen and dealt with things you never deserved. Why would you be here? It already hurts so much to think about and you haven't even revealed the truth. Please- please get it over with- just tell me the truth."

Your voice cracks so much it hurts, your legs struggle to hold you up.

Quest moves quickly as he sees your body start to give up, catching you, holding you tight against him. When he heard that first sentence he felt a wave of relief, he knew it was true. He had heard it in your voice, the honesty behind what you were saying, he heard the desperation of needing him to understand, and he did, with such honesty. His relief was short-lived as you continued, as he watched and listened to you say such horrible things. He understood that your beliefs weren't about him, but more about your past experiences, about how idiots, like society boys, treated you. He wants to change that, show you it is not true, show you that you can be loved, that you deserve just as much love as everyone else, he wants to do what you've done for him. When he watched your body start to give up he rushed to hold you, griping your body tighter than ever before. Quest holds you with all his might as he organizes his thoughts, taking in a shaky breath before speaking, before telling you what you need to hear, the truth.

"Angel? I'll tell you the truth but first I need you to accept that you're not any of those things anyone from your past has called you."

When you don't reply Quest pushes a little harder

"Say it 'I’m not worthless, I’m lovable and I deserve love'"

You stay quiet

"Please angel?"

His voice cares so much emotion with those two words, so you try

"I’m- I'm not worthless"

"There you go."

"I am lovable?"

"It not a question.{"

"I am lovable."

"And?"

"And I deserve love."

Quest pulls you out from his chest enough that he can kiss your forehead

"Good job angel. Now let me tell you how I feel about you."

He rests his forehead against yours, locking eyes as he begins

"You are not a bet or a conquest, I'm not with you for money or pity or any other crazy thought in your head, and the same goes for the server, we care about you. And I- I love you. I love the way I feel around you, I love the way you make me feel like I'm a safe person over a dangerous one, I love the way you make me forget the negative connotations that come with my size. I love the way you don't try and fix me. I love how you accept and see me more than anyone else."

"You love me?"

"Yes, I'm so in love with you it's crazy."

There's silence, Quest’s mind races again. What if they are scared of me and feel threatened to say it back without meaning it

"You don't have to say it back though, I understand that you might need time, and i-"

"I love you"

You whisper, tears streaming down your face, but a smile on your lips. He freezes and your mind races with the possibility that this was what he wanted that, that he was going to pull away, start laughing at how gullible you are

"Are you lying?"

"Never, never to you. I love you"

I love you

I love you

The two of you repeat the three simple words back to each other until Quest’s lips cut you off as he holds your head against his, kissing you with all the love he has for you. When you pull away the two of you laugh with each other. After a while, the two of you settle on the couch. You lay on Quest chest, relaxing to his heartbeat as the two of you talk about the day .

"Sorry I ruined everything."

"You ruined nothing, I still gotta say what I wanted."

"What was that?"

You asked, oblivious

"That I love you"

"Oh…right."

You blush as he said it again. He laughs at your reaction.

"Oh shush, I love you too, I've loved you for so long, and yet you get to have all the fun teasing me."

"Oh, and how long have you loved me?

You go silent before whispering

"8 months"

"What?! 8 months, what took you so long, I mean I've loved you for just as long but-"

"I was scared"

Quest stops speaking and lets you talk

"Just like today, I was afraid that as soon as I said it, you would start laughing and .. well y’know..."

Quest almost can't believe how long you've felt like this. He wishes he could do more, but to you, this was enough

"I’m not like anyone you've been with, I'm not a blind idiot."

You laugh at his remark

"I care and love you, and will always appreciate the little things you do for me."

He kissed the top of your head. The two of you basked in the silence as you worked up the courage to speak again.

"You know, I know you’re not like them, I never thought that you were, I know your different, better, it was just, I've never had this, a person who shows they care and-"

Your rambling is cut off by your loving boyfriend

"I know angel, I get it."

"And- I'm not scared of you, I never was, I know I said this but I feel awful I said that I couldn’t stand the way you moved away, or the way you looked at yourself, I feel so bad and I just- I wasn't scared of you, I was scared of losing you and even more of my dignity. I'll never be scared of you."

You look into Quest's eyes as you apologize, he doesn't have to say anything, you can see the love and forgiveness in his eyes as you lean in for a kiss. When you pull away the words fall from your lips.

"I love you."

"I know."

You lightly hit Quest on his chest as he laughs at your reaction.

"I love you too"

Hope you enjoyed it!! Thanks for reading it! Reblogging is always appreciated!!!

Long-distance HC

Headcanons on how the BP LI's deal with a long-distance relationship.

Masterlist right here

Nightowl reminds me of myself, and my friend so this is mostly based on that

He loves to spoil you with packages.

he sees something that reminds him of you he's getting it. Whether it's a free rock or something that way out of his budget.

His adrenaline is high and he doesn't think things all the way through, he spent too much money on a large plushie, and now he needs to send it to you, which cost even more money, money he doesn't have yet.

Most of the things he gets for you are random and require an explanation.

Now he plans to send it all out, a nice crazy care package but almost every time it gets sent out later than intended. Like you'll get a package in May labeled “valentines package”.

Oftentimes he likes to send a hoodie, he asks you to send him one back. The sleeves are embroidered with special messages. ILY. Breathe. You’re cute. My cutie.

As soon as he sends the package off he's texting you. He constantly asks if you got it yet, even though he has tracking.

When you do get it, you’re required to get on a call with him so he can see your reaction to what he got you, along with explaining wtf he got you cause it's so random.

It's been mentioned that quest likes writing, specifically poems so you can expect that from him.

He doesn't have much free time but he does his best.

Most of the letters are things Quest struggles to say to your face but doesn't feel messaging is personal enough.

Sometimes he'll send a letter with sticky notes, every sticky note has a time, date, signature along with a message, the messages vary but they're all simple thoughts he had at the moment.

An example, he's too busy to respond on the server but he's watching it, he notices you mention only getting 2 hours of sleep, Quest writes down. Sleep more.

Or you're on a call with him, he said something, and your laughing he jots down. I love your laugh.

“What are you doing?”

“You'll see.”

“Is it one of those sticky notes? Why not just tell me?”

“Cause it's hard to get the word out of my mouth.”

You smile at his shyness, you know you'll love whatever he wrote so you let it slide.

On the rare occasion, you'll get a poem, their mostly happy ones, ones where Quests explain how you make him feel, how he compares you to a colorful sunrise, because not only is the dark gone but the future is dull but full of beautiful colors.

In conclusion, he is a sap who can be a little shy, And you need to buy him a fancy pen and paper cause he won't indulge himself but he wants them.

He likes playing online games with you. They don't mind what game, he just likes having that time with you.

There is also a spoiler, mostly on the game world. You want something in a game that costs real money, it’s yours.

Often he’ll tease you before, he is on the purchasing screen as you whine that you need this item and he hits buy as he says.

“Sounds like a you problem.”

And if you ever mention that you're hungry or you haven't eaten he will doordash you food, half the time they don't even tell you.

You'll be playing a game with them as someone knocks on your door, you discuss yourself. You first deny that it's yours, then the person says it's from .

“A naked…toaster”

You take the food and close the door, returning to your game.

“Toasty!”

You yell as they laugh with blush on their face.

He hates it.

If he didn't have so much work he visit you at least once a month.

He's tried to ask you if you fly over every month but you decline, you can't do that, you are also busy.

So he sticks with calls as often as the two of you can.

Even if it is just a 15-minute lunch break he doesn't mind teasing you while you eat.

He also sends memes, a lot of them. Most of them are things he thought were funny but on the special occasion, you'll find ones that basically say, I love you.

Similar to Toaster, he buys you things. Not really food or online stuff buy stuff from amazon. It's not even just stuff you want but needs.

One day you complained that you needed a new stool, you got home from work and there was a package with a stupid joke on it.

You have received those pajamas that are covered in Xyx face, he thought it was funny, then came underwear, pillowcases, blankets. Anyone that enters your house would think you're obsessed with him, so you hide it all.

Xyx was disappointed when he visited and couldn't find any of his “merch”.

Also my friend just complained to me that she's lonely because her friends don't have lunch with her.

And I now it wrong because she's allowed to feel that way but, I wish she wouldn't tell me that stuff

Because she still goes to the same school as her friends, same state, same town

While I had to move half way cross the country and still watch all my old friend post videos of them all hanging out

It hurts it really does, I'm just so tired of being all alone

Idea 1600

One-sided kiribaku where kirishima is in love with Bakugo but he notices that bakugou like Deku so Kiri start to change so that maybe bakugou will like him. it starts off with freckles, Kiri draws on fake freckles, at first there's barely any, but every day there's more as Kiri hopes that Bakugo will care if there's more. Then he starts styling his hair and clothes differently, he styles his hair to look like Deku, and though bakugou comments about it, it's more negative than when he was called shittyhair.

Eventually, Kirishima being desperate buys a green hair dye, but before he is able to dye his hair, his friend's mina sero and Denki stop him. Telling him that they've noticed his change and now that its an attentive to get bakugous attention, and tell him that bakugou ain't worth it, that no one is worth changing yourself/ becoming someone else.

Kiri cries while his friends comfort him because he has awesome friends