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transcript:

Jimmy: anyway, right, so this is all mine, so, i'll start takin'—

Lizzie (overlapping): no, whoawhoawhoa—

Fwhip (overlapping): nonono—

Lizzie (overlapping): hang on a se—he took it all, he took it all!

Jimmy: no, i didn't take it all! he took it all!

Fwhip: i grabbed it all!

Lizzie: am i gonna ha—okay.

Jimmy: (whispering to Fwhip) but i got some of it. (kiss noise)

Fwhip: (bonks Jimmy with the bonk stick)

Jimmy: um, ooh—OW! what was that?!

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Blooming High Chapter 2

This chapter is made out of varying points of view, similar to the introduction. There are no clear cut indicators of the point of view, but it will be clear who’s view you are following. It goes very quickly at the beginning, so forgive me if its a bit chaotic.

Gender Neutral reader aka [Name]

Word count: 4.1k

TW: Past toxic relationships, includes swearing

Quest hated that he hadn’t been paying attention enough to realize Society was approaching [Name] from behind till it was too late. He clenched his fist a bit at his side at seeing what he could only call vermin touch you. He had to bite his tongue, knowing better than to get involved yet, but he hated that he knew better.

“Hey, babe. Happy to see you back at Blooming. Miss me?” The voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard to Quest, making his hair go on edge a bit. His sapphire eyes quickly went back to [Name] , only to realize how horrified they looked.

Their eyes were wide, seeming to have blanked out, looking completely empty. Their shoulders were scrunched up closer to their neck, seeming to have had the same bad reaction to Society’s voice. To Quest, it looked as if they had seen a ghost. Or in this case, a bad ex.

He knew right then, as they stuttered for a response, he would need to get you out of this situation. Right now.

Just as Quest was about to stand, to grab [Name] and usher them away, Xyx seemed to read his mind, already a couple steps ahead. Xyx was quick to throw his arm around Society’s shoulders, subtly directing him a bit away.

“Heeyyyyy, Kale, how's the debate club going, bud?” Xyx patted Society’s chest, a grin naturally coming onto the brunette’s face. He had been prepping for one of these moments since he discovered Quest had fought the dumbass back in freshman year. Quest always tried reassuring him that Society wasn’t dumb enough to try another fight after what happened, but he knew better than to think the weaker guy’s ego wouldn’t be wounded big time.

“My name is Kyle, not Kale.” The idiot grumbled, eyes trying to look over to [Name]. “I’m kinda busy here, why don’t you stick your nose somewhere else?”

Xyx laughed, easily directing the two of them towards the end of the lunch room. He kept his grip firm on the guy’s shoulder, knowing that's all needed to be done at this point. They both knew that if anything was attempted, the brunette had similar strength to his ex-rugby player friend. It got Kyle to slowly move with him, although clearly attempting to resist at least a little bit.

“Oh c’mon man, I just wanna hear about your most recent debate. Heard ya nearly got beat again, yeah? Poor thing, you really should brush up on your skills better. I’m always open to coming in to supply you with a difficult opponent.”

Xyx moved his other hand behind his back, waving the four he had lunch with to go already. He didn’t know the backstory of whatever went on between [Name] and Kyle, but his gut was telling him it was about [Name]’s answer to his pestering back in science class. Made him wonder what the jackass at his side had done to get them to avoid them like the plague. But questions later, distraction now.

Owl was the first to get to [Name] and help them snap out of the daze the interaction had put them in. Out of the four guys, he was the one least in the loop, but he knew that he felt unnerved seeing how they reacted to that guy’s greeting. He shifted to their side, leaning down to wave his hand in front of their eyes.

“[Name]? Can you hear me?” When getting a small jump out of them, seeming to have snapped them out of it, he smiled. “It's all clear. We have a spot you can hide out in, c’mon.” He offered them a hand, and they took it, despite their hand shaking. He gave it a gentle squeeze before getting them to stand, already grabbing their things for them.

Toast and Quest were quick to join the two from behind, having gathered both Owl’s and Xyx’s belongings. Owl kept a hold of [Name]’s hand, leading the small group towards the music wing. Lunch would end in ten minutes, so he knew he would have to be quick. It was times like these where he got a little irked by his vice president role; he couldn’t skip class unless it was for council business. And Onion made sure that he never took advantage of it.

As he guided the group further into the music wing, he thought about what the council possibly needed done, and what could go over smoothly enough to fool Onion. Then again… maybe being around [Name] when they just had that sort of reaction to someone from the past wasn't a good idea. He felt like the other three knew something about it, maybe it was best to leave them to calm [Name].

He thought about it more until they reached the practice room that the group usually used. Most days, it was used for Toast’s practice while the boys chatted, taking advantage of the moments where as long as there was music heard from a practice room, they wouldn’t be bothered.

Owl was quick to open up the practice room door, glad that the group had basically laid claim onto a medium sized one that would hold about six people comfortably. The group certainly weren’t expecting to hold a fifth person, but it was alright. He had a gut feeling that no one would dare fight the decision to allow [Name] into the practice room.

He guided such person towards one of the chairs, having them sit down, offering them a smile. “Don’t worry, we’re the only ones that really come into this room. We’ve had it basically claimed since my freshman year. The teachers stopped bothering us about taking up the space once I became council vice president.”

“Truly using titles in our favor for once.” Toast remarked, setting the bags down in the corner of the room, before turning and raising a brow to [Name]. “What’s your next class?”

“Oh, uh,” They pulled their schedule out, glancing over it before looking back up to Toast. “Free period. I think I got too many credits at my old school…”

“Good, so do I. I’ll go get my cello.” Toast disappeared out of the practice room, leaving Quest and Owl with them.

Owl shared a hesitant look with Quest, who looked a tad… ashamed. Owl couldn’t get his mind wrapped around why he would be, it simply reminding him that he was out of the loop. He would get tired of that very quickly, but he knew right now wasn’t the best time. He looked back to [Name], offering an awkward smile.

“I know you and I quite literally just met 20 minutes ago, but considering how you just reacted to him… What’s your past with Kyle?” They played with their fingers for a bit before slowly speaking, not looking up from where their eyes laid on their hands.

“He’s my ex. I, uh, broke up with him back in freshman year, when I went here the first time around. I would avoid him like hell before I eventually left, it just… took too much energy. Other people had gotten involved at that point.”

Owl processed this answer, pausing. Break up to the point of harshly avoiding, then people got involved and they left the school. People had gotten involved… The fight. Owl sent a glare towards Quest for him not explaining earlier, but before he could say anything, Toast had come back, Xyx and cello in tow.

“Got the bastard started on some rant about how he's the best at debate, pawned him off to someone who owed me a favor, so he won’t find us.” X explained, bringing in a fifth chair, setting it down near their bags before sitting down in it backwards, crossing his arms over the back. He glanced between the three that talked, being able to piece it all together from just the looks on their faces. “Ah, must be a bad ex for such sour faces.”

Toast whipped up their head, surprised at such an assumption being made about the situation, only for the assumption to be proven correct by [Name]’s nod of their head. Shit, he needs to learn how to read social cues better, although he wasn’t sure what else he was expecting.

“I’m sorry, [Name], I didn’t think he would just approach you like that with me around.” Quest mumbled, shaking his head softly. “Makes me feel bad that you even have to deal with seeing his face.”

“It’s really not your fault, Quest.” They reassured, lifting their head a bit. “I just didn’t expect to react that way. I… My mind went blank. All I could hear was my heartbeat and his voice.” They shook their head, one hand going to their ear, tugging on it a bit. Toast noted that it might help if he started playing, pulling his cello out of its case and sitting down.

“Well, let's see if Toast’s terrible playing can help get rid of those sounds, yeah?” Xyx commented with a smooth grin, earning a glare as the cellist set themselves up and started warming up.

“You only say its terrible because you guys have to listen to my fuck ups.” He retorted, pausing to take off his jacket and roll up his sleeves. He knew it was good to practice while still in uniform, since his orchestra concert outfit was similarly restraining, but he couldn’t be bothered with it right now.

Just as he was about to pick up on warming up, the bell signaling the end of lunch sounded. Owl and Quest groaned in unison as they picked up their bags from the pile, Quest offering an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry again, truly. We’ll talk about this all later, in the group chat. Good luck on the rest of your classes of the day.” When getting a nod in return, Quest guided Owl back out of the practice room, only to come back in to grab Xyx by his collar and drag him out, muttering to “stop skipping classes.”

A beat went by after the door closed before Toast realized the situation. The two of them were now alone, [Name] looking at them with expectation. It took them a moment to realize [Name] was waiting on the cello part of being a cellist.

Toast hesitated as he shifted back into playing posture. “I’m not exactly the best, so don’t get your expectations too high.” He gave them a nervous look, only to get an understanding nod in response. He sighs before lifting his bow and starting, trying to be on the quieter side. It was a soothing tune, once he had warmed up fully.

[Name] seemed to be calmer now. At least, that's what he was gathering from the way their shoulders were seeming to relax. He kept playing for a few minutes, until he could see that they were much more relaxed than before. Eventually however, he stopped, resting as he gave them an apologetic look.

“Sorry about the whirlwind of activity that was. We know of the fight that happened between Quest and Kyle, so us other three are always overly cautious around him.”

[Name] waves it off gently. “It's okay. I’m actually really glad you guys got me out of there so quickly. As I said, my mind went blank… I can’t imagine I’d be okay if the conversation continued.”

Toast nodded slowly. To be honest, they didn’t know what was happening until Xyx and Owl were already up and moving. They didn’t realize how bad it was until they saw [Name]’s face and shaking hands that it was good that the other three were so quick. Had they been alone with them when Society had walked up, it could’ve been so much worse.

He could only imagine how badly it could be, if what he was told about the infamous fight and what he had witnessed with Xyx constantly arguing with the guy. Kyle was the one to twist words around, insult, get angry over the smallest of things. He would’ve hated to witness it happen to someone who wasn’t as thick skinned as Xyx, considering he always hated it when it happened to his friend.

He also had to remember he barely knew anything about this person. He was here, in the group’s private practice room, playing cello to calm them while attempting to wrap his head around what was going on. He hesitated before speaking again. “Would you like to talk about it at all?”

[Name] hesitated, they could see it in their face. Toast rushed to raise a hand to reassure them. “You don’t have to. I know I’m a person you’ve just met. But Xyx and Quest seem to know you, so you’re welcome in my book.”

[Name] couldn’t help but laugh, although it was more weak than anything else. “Actually, I just met X today. Quest I don’t know too much better. Quest… was around when I broke up with Kyle. He had started yelling at me, demanding answers to why I was breaking up with him, and Quest had stepped in to defend me, which led to the fight you guys know of. I hadn’t met him before that.”

Toast was shocked silent for a moment. Quest had said that his reason for starting the fight was that he was getting tired of Society’s attitude. Not that he had stepped in to save someone. They couldn’t help but shake their head after a moment. “Typical Quest… He didn’t tell any of us that.”

[Name] nodded solemnly. “He decided on his own not to share the reason… When I met him again earlier today, I asked him to still keep it under wraps, after he offered to tell you three. He reassured me that you guys would be willing to help, and I see now how right he was…” There was a sniffle, and Toast looked up in panic at hearing it. “I didn’t want anyone else dragged into this. I’m sorry.”

Shit. Toast hadn’t been prepared for what to do if they started crying. He was quick to put his cello aside, nearly tripping over his own feet to go to the chair closest to them. “Hey hey no need to apologize. I’ve had to deal with much crazier stuff going on while going to this school. Hell, I had to deal with bandaging up Quest after his stupid fight.”

It took another sniffled to sound for him to realize his mistake. “Oh I u-uh didn’t mean what he did was stupid! I’m glad to hear it was over protecting someone instead of being meaningless.” Another realization. “I don’t m-mean I’m glad you were in that situation, either! That was a terrible situation, very shitty for anyone,”

Before he could continue rambling in an attempt to cover his ass, [Name] suddenly leaned over and rested their head on his shoulder, causing the taller of the two to go stiff. He had definitely not been prepared on what to do if they suddenly started crying on his shoulder. It took a couple awkward beats to pass before Toast slowly lifted a hand, carefully patting their head.

“Th-there there…” They mumbled as they accepted their fate of comforting the other person. [Name] was quiet with their sniffles, but even then Toast could feel their shirt becoming slightly damp from tears. They decided right then to not tell the other three of the group that this happened.

He felt right then like he wasn’t supposed to be witnessing this. It felt more than a private moment between the two of them, but more like a vulnerable moment from [Name]. He felt like he shouldn’t be right there right now, shouldn’t be the shoulder they’re crying on. Maybe someone that knows them better should be in his place. But… He accepted that they had chosen him for the shoulder to cry on.

Eventually, they leaned back, wiping at their eyes. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to start crying.” Another half hearted laugh. “This must’ve been so awkward for you.”

“It’s okay, really.” Toast went to reassure immediately. “I don’t mind it. I’ll be honest and say it was awkward, but you really needed it.”

[Name] nods slowly before offering them a smile, admittedly weak and small. “Thank you, then. I hope we can keep this in between us, then?” They sat back more in their seat. “I feel like Quest would feel ten times more guilty if he knew I cried.”

“Oh yeah, definitely. I’ll keep my mouth zipped, don’t worry. This… interaction isn’t mine to share about. I was a part of it, obviously, but I’m not so much of an ass to go around talking about someone else’s vulnerable moments.”

That got a genuine smile this time. “Thank you. I really appreciate it.” They glanced to the clock hanging over the door. “We should probably pack up and get ready to head to our next class. I didn’t realize I had cried for so long.”

Toast shrugs as he stands, crouching down by his cello case to properly put it away and lock it away. “I’m surprised you wanna go back to class at all. You sure are stronger than me right now. I would stay in this room until school ended if put in the same situation. Hell, I’ve stayed in this room til school ended for much smaller stuff.”

“I can’t exactly miss half of my classes on my first day at the school.” [Name] laughed, picking up their bag from the corner of the room.

“Shit, I completely forgot today was your first day.” Toast rubbed the back of their neck at forgetting such an important thing. “Well… Welcome to Blooming High, [Name]. Hope the rest of your senior year will go smoother than it looks right now.”

“Me too. I’ll learn to get through it.” Their determined mindset was a surprise, but Toast accepted it at this point. Once putting his cello away back in the instrument locker room, he returned to the practice room just as the bell rang. He waved for them to follow as he got his uniform jacket on and picked up his bag.

“I’ll walk you to class. My class is across the school, so it won't be an issue to stop by wherever your class is.”

You nodded, grateful for Toast wanting to walk with you. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you could walk all the way to class alone right now without wanting to hide away. Your eyes were almost surely puffy from crying, but hoped with no one really knowing you, it would seem normal. Or that your teacher was dumb or minded their business enough to not comment on it.

When you parted ways with Toast at your classroom door, you thanked them one last time before going on with your day. Unfortunately for you, none of your afternoon classes were shared with your newfound friends. Also fortunately for you, they also weren’t shared with your ex.

As you were nearing the end of your last class, your phone buzzed quietly in your pocket. Opening it up, you saw it was the group chat you had entered in with the boys. You felt a bit sad you hadn’t been able to get a first message in yet, but it was quickly relieved by seeing the new stream of messages explaining which clubs or what rooms they would be in after school.

Owl complained while telling about how the student council would be staying later than usual to talk about plans for the rest of the school year before winter break. Quest scolded him a bit before saying he would be in the library putting books away as usual. Xyx teased Quest over his choice to help out the library, before not-so-smoothly admitting he’d be helping the theater kids make their backgrounds. Toast was last to say they would be back in the practice room, ignoring all previous messages.

You thought over your message before typing it out, saying home is where you would be. After such a wild day, you wanted to go home and be able to rest a bit. Along with taking in the current situation fully. You could jump into extracurriculars next week, after making a full plan of what to do.

On your way home, you found yourself reading more past messages. It felt odd, looking into this group chat that for so long you hadn’t been a part of. You could tell that the four were very close, and it looked like they had been friends for years. For some reason, they kept reminding you of something, but that something kept slipping your grasp.

It felt like the way they chatted was familiar. Like you had seen these four chat and interact before, seen almost these exact conversations go on before. It made you think back to when you met Quest and Xyx earlier, about how something about their nicknames felt familiar.

You knew for sure you hadn’t properly met any of them in real life before. You would remember Xyx’s mischievous grin, Owl’s sweet voice, and Toast’s wonderful hair. You had remembered Quest’s eyes once realizing how much he had changed.

This kept bothering you as you got home and headed up to your room. Sitting down at the desk, and turning on the PC, you felt like the answer to why everything was so familiar was right within grabbing distance. It didn’t hit you until you got a Discord notification.

Discord.

How could you be so dumb?! How did you really not piece it together sooner? You should’ve realized it the instant you got the second odd nickname in a row. The nicknames hadn’t started as nicknames, they had started as usernames!

Clicking through your servers quickly, you searched and searched for if you were still in that blasted server. The one you had entered in your freshman year, after a month of debating the break up and not being able to come to a clear conclusion. It was the only one you could find that was made for Blooming High, and even then it was filled with only a handful of people.

You had entered it hoping to make friends, and in a way, you did. You had told your story about Kyle and how you couldn’t build up the courage to finally break it off. Memories of support and advice being given to you flooded your brain, remembering how your anonymous classmates made it look effortless as they comforted you.

Unfortunately, you were only active on the server for a week or two. You always felt guilt about it, about how they helped you so much only for you to mess it up and get an innocent guy involved in a fight. You left the school quickly after that.

You finally found the server, at the very bottom of the list, with a new picture and slightly different name. When you had left the school, it was simply called Blooming High Chat. Now, it was named Blooming Panic.

With a click, you had entered the server again for the first time in three years. It certainly had changed, but as you read the messages, the people involved hadn’t. June, BigLady, Salo, even Two2! Your feeling of familiarity was finally starting to settle when you saw Oniontheif’s user. You felt extremely dumb for not being about to realize that one, no one wants to go around being called a stinky vegetable.

And then there they were. Quest, the server mod you had remembered was especially kind in your moment of crisis. Xyx who would make jokes to try and make you feel better, even if it was at the expense of mocking one of his friends. NakedToaster who would half help Xyx make you half, half reassure you that your ex was an asshole. NightOwl, who had been there in your late nights to keep your worried brain with little games despite still being in junior high.

They were all right there, their usernames showing as offline on the sidebar. You sat back in your seat as you stared at the usernames.

What dumb luck landmine did you land on for this all to happen?

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Blooming High, Chapter 1

Hi Hi! This is my first proper chapter of Highschool AU Blooming Panic. I'll let you guys know that this is basically if you took all the routes, and threw their plot points at a wall to see what stick, before putting that into a highschool AU. So while at some points it might look like its very obviously someone's route, you're not in anyone's "route" in this fic. Or at least, not yet, lol. Gotta keep ya guys on your toes.

Enjoy!

Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 5.6k

Includes swearing

You could remember vividly your old highschool. Well… Wouldn’t call it your school. You had been at that school for barely three months, yet had every hall, even the tiniest of ones, memorized like the back of your hand. You knew where the ideal places to be at what times in the day, on what day of the week. It helped quite a lot back then.

You had been there for three months three years ago. The memory was shocking to yourself, you had expected it to have eroded after spending three years at a different school. But it came in help now, where it was the first day back to Blooming High. It was a month into the school year, much to your dismay, but surprisingly it looked like it’ll be a smooth transition.

Your homeroom was picked at random from the senior ones, since they all seemed to be full or near full to the point it was hard to tell why the school even let you back in if they were this full. Then you thought back to the tuition that you pay, since it was a private school, and quickly realized why. But it quickly left your mind as you knocked on a homeroom door, allowed in quickly.

“Class, this is [Name]. They’re a late addition to our class, but please be kind to them, yeah?” Your homeroom teacher spoke without worry about you fitting right into the classroom smoothly, already looking over her seating chart to see where you’d fit. “Oh, good. [Name], there’s a spot right next to my best student, so I’m sure you’ll transition smoothly.” She lifted her head and pointed out a seat in the back row.

You followed her line of sight, immediately curious when seeing you were being sat next to a broad-shouldered guy. He immediately smiled at making eye contact with you, and you immediately understood why he was the best student just from the comforting aura his smile seemed to have. Helped that it was a cute smile, too.

You gave a nod and small smile in return as you sat down next to him, making mental notes of his major features quietly, in case you needed help later. Sapphire blue eyes, black hair, glasses… seemed to have scars? Pushing that last note aside, you went to adjust the school uniform’s tie a bit, glancing up when hearing the teacher’s voice – her name on the white board is Ms. T.

“Quest, hopefully you’ll help our new student, yes?” Quest? That… sounded familiar to you. Where had you seen that recently, besides being used as the noun? You knew it being used as a name was familiar, but you just couldn’t put your finger on why it was familiar.

“Of course, ma’am. I'll be sure they’ll be caught up in no time.” Ooo, that voice. You would remember a voice like that, so he must not be a person you’ve met before. That relieves your worry at least a little bit, meeting someone you have met before but forgot about is always embarrassing.

“Good. Class, since I have no work for you all today, you can mingle a little bit before you go to your first period.” Ms. T smiled at the class before going to her desk as people started to talk. You glanced around before meeting eyes with Quest, who turned to you in his seat.

“Welcome to Blooming High, [Name]. I think I recognize you from when you were here… three years ago, yeah?” He had a smooth smile, kind words. You feel like you would recognize him if he looked like this back then, making you feel a bit embarrassed about him recognizing you.

“Oh, yeah. I was in this school for about three months before I moved and needed to be transferred. Did… you look differently back then?” Quest couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding, seeming to not take offense to you not recognizing him.

“Very different. No glasses, no scars, hair cut shorter. Also was on the rugby team back then.” You thought over the description of younger Quest, mind going through all the students you had met back then. To be honest, you hadn’t made many friends back then, less than what could be counted on two hands.

Then it hit you: the rugby player. “Oh my god… You’re the one that got in that fight for me.”

Quest immediately lifted a finger to his lips, shushing you gently, leaning closer across the aisle. “Shhh, not too loud. That keeps between you and I, yeah? No one… really knows who it was that led to the fight. I’ve just been telling everyone I stepped in when Kyle was being an ass.”

You nodded immediately, understanding. Hesitated, before asking softly. “Does he still go here…?” Quest also hesitated before nodding, his smile gone now. He reached over, patting your shoulder.

“Don’t worry, though. If you have any problems, let me know. I’ll handle him, more maturely this time around. I have a few friends that feel the same way around him, in terms they would step in for you. If I have your permission, I could tell them…?”

You shook your head immediately, although offered him a reassuring smile. “Its okay, thank you for the offer, though. I didn’t even want to get you involved, let alone how many friends you have. Its been a couple years, so everything will be fine.”

Before he could open his mouth to protest, the bell rang, signaling passing period. You gathered your bag, offering him one last smile and wave before heading out the classroom, pulling the schedule out to look at what classroom you needed to head to next. Science would be your first class of the day.

You quickly got to the science lab room, meeting with the teacher for a few words before being told your seat would be in the second row “next to the troublemaker”. You raised an eyebrow at the description, looking to who possibly could get that description to themselves.

An, admittedly, handsome guy is sitting at your lab table, elbow propped up on the table, a grin already on his lips. You realize he must’ve been watching you, as when he makes eye contact his grin widens, emerald eyes crinkling in what seems to be amusement. A gut feeling came up that you would get to see his ‘troublemaker’ personality very, very quickly with the way he didn’t break eye contact.

Slowly, you look back to the teacher, who just shrugged. “Sorry. I have no other open seats, so until next semester, I’m looking to you to keep him in check.” He didn’t look sorry one bit. In fact, he looked relieved that he alone wouldn’t have to deal with the student. You looked at the whiteboard, seeing the teachers name was Mr. Wright.

Turning to go sit with your new lab partner, you remembered that if this turned into chaos, Mr. Wright would be to blame. Despite not exactly a good introduction, you gave the guy a small smile as you set your things down and sat on the other stool. “Hi, I’m [Name].I just transferred into this school.”

“I can see that, newbie. I go by Xyx, but most just call me X.” That's another odd name, also feeling familiar. Again, your memory was coming up short on where the hell you would hear such an odd name. Who even goes by ‘Ziks’?

“X? That’s… an interesting thing to be called, just a letter. Any reason why?” He smirked, turning more towards you, and you could already tell from a mile away that he had been asked that a million times, leading to him having a full arsonal of smartass come backs.

“Can’t a man be a mystery? Keeps people guessing, especially noobs like you.” Did this guy just say the word noob out loud? Ohhhhh you knew you were in for him constantly pestering you if he talked like that.

Although… admittedly, X had a lovely voice. That was the second cute guy with a nice voice you had met today, both times with them being your seat neighbor in class. You glanced around, wondering if everyone in this school was hot, but you couldn’t get a good look at anyone before X was talking again.

“Now, newbie, what brings you to the grand, mysterious, expensive as hell Blooming High? Please don’t be boring.” He was scooting his stool closer now for some reason, but at seeing he was nonchalantly sliding his science textbook between the two of you, you realized it was because he assumed right that you didn't have it yet.

“Oh, I moved back near by. I was in this school three years ago but had to move away for some reasons.” You brought your stool closer to the table as you spoke, to get a look at the textbook. From the chatter in the classroom, you assumed there must be some sort of partner work going on right now.

“Reasons? Oh, c’mon doll, you can’t leave my nosy mind with such an open ended answer. I said not to be boring.” He urged you to continue with a motion of his hand, giving you an eye roll when you didn’t continue, although it looked more playful than irritated. “Look, I’ll keep my lips shut if you’re worried about me gossiping to the whole school. Not exactly a fan of spreading gossip, just listening to it.”

You ignored him as you took out a notebook and started answering some questions. You didn’t want to share anything private with someone you just met, especially when it was something that would get a giant mixed bag full of reactions. Some would ask questions, some would change the subject once learning, some would get defensive even. So it was better to just avoid talking about it all together.

It was silent between you two for a few minutes, X watching you expectantly the whole time. He was doing nothing to help you except stare, looking like he wouldn't break it any time soon. After ten minutes of this, you sighed as you looked at him.

“Are you going to just sit there staring and not help me?”

“How about a deal, yeah? You tell me one of the reasons why you left Blooming, and I’ll help you out with the assignment.” He offered you a hand, as if doing a handshake would make this very odd deal more legit. Xyx was supposed to help you in the first place, but now you had to make a deal to get him to do anything?

You watched his hand for a moment before sighing and taking his hand, hiding your surprise at how strong and firm his handshake was. “Fine. I left Blooming because I was avoiding someone so much that it was better to just move away than continue going through the trouble to avoid them. Now, help me out with this stupid question yeah?”

You could see his curiosity double at him being given that little bit of info, but surprisingly true to the deal, started to help you with the assignment. You kept being surprised whenever Xyx didn’t pester you about the details. In fact, he seemed to have forgotten the whole thing within a few minutes, instead working on the assignment while attempting to tease you to hell and back.

You didn’t even realize it was nearing the end of class til Mr. Wright called for everyone’s finished assignments, Xyx was getting you to laugh so much. You thought back to when Mr. Wright called him a troublemaker, and realized he might just be the class clown that's having a bit too much fun for this teacher’s preferences.

At least, that's what you thought until Xyx approached to turn in your guys’ assignment only to give Mr. Wright a smirk and say, “Here ya go, old man. Hopefully that bald head of yours is full of enough smarts to give me a proper grade this time.” Before joining you back at the lab table.

Oh god, now you fully understood. Xyx was both the class clown and the troublemaker wrapped up in one, to be the biggest headache to any teacher he came across. Your mind screamed inside about how this could possibly affect your classwork too, but was interrupted by Xyx sliding you a piece of paper with a cell number on it.

“Here is my phone number. Now, if you come to me for homework help, I charge a fee, but your first time will be free. Keeps customers coming back, ya know?” There it was, his smartass grin again as he stood just as the bell rang. “Try not to think about me too much, doll.”

And with that, out the door he went, leaving you to be whirling for a couple seconds before realizing you also need to get to your next class. English was next, according to your schedule, which means you would definitely be sitting there clueless without the assigned text.

Going through the same process you went through with your science teacher, you approached your new English teacher, who had to glance at you first with her glasses on, then second without them before realizing her new student was in front of her. It took her even longer to pull out her seating chart, to the point that the bell had already rung and the class was simply watching the two of you in curious silence.

You could hear the older woman struggling to figure out where to put you, continuing to glance between her chart and the actual class layout with mumbles. Nervousness started to set in, you started to shift foot to foot, but before you had to go through that for too long, a voice came from the class.

“Mrs. Wright, they can sit next to me. I’ll help them catch up.” You glanced to see a guy with glasses and a very stoic expression was the one to speak up, his hand raised to show Mrs. Wright who had spoken. He wore his uniform perfectly, without a single thing out of place, as if he had stepped out of the school handbook’s uniform page. It was very jarring compared to Xyx of your last class, who had barely tied his tie and was lacking his jacket completely.

“Oh! Thank you, [REDACTED]. Why don’t you take them down to the library so then they can check out the book? I’m sure you’re already ahead, as always.” Mrs. Wright had a kind smile on her face when asking that of the guy, who just nodded and stood from his desk. He didn’t exactly look happy that he was being pulled from class, but you could only make that assumption from the way he didn’t fully acknowledge you while headed out the classroom.

You quickly followed after him, still holding your school bag. You kept a couple steps behind him for the rest of the hallway, but he turned when realizing that, raising a brow. “Why are you behind me? You’re my upperclassman – you can walk beside me.”

This guy was younger than you? How was that humanly possible, with how mature he appeared and his height? Not only that, but he was in a senior year English class. Was he advanced in some of his classes?

Pushing aside the immense amount of questions you immediately had, you nodded as he shifted to your side, making you notice the little pin he had in his jacket pocket. “What does that pin say? It has too small letters for me to read.”

He glanced down, a small ‘ah’ coming from him as he adjusted it. “It's my president pin. I’m only supposed to wear it during council meetings, but someone has been testing my patience lately with our positions. So I’ve opted to keep it pinned at all times.”

President pin. Huh. You simply nodded in understanding.

Wait. President pin? God, you wanted to smack yourself from how dumb you felt in that moment. Did Mrs. Wright really think that the new student needed the student body president to help go check out the assigned text?

“Ah, I didn’t realize you were President… I’m [Name], by the way. I’m looking forward to getting used to this school again.”

“Again?” There was that raised brow again. Shit. You couldn’t exactly tell him the reason why you had left in the first place, or the events that went on leading up to leaving. You’d be stamped as a trouble maker in his sharp eyes.

“I was here back in my freshman year for a couple months before I moved away. But I’m happy to be back in Blooming High, don’t worry.” You offered a smile as an attempt to end that particular subject, continuing. “You mentioned someone was testing your patience. Anyone I should be wary of?”

The question invoked a sour expression from him. “I can’t exactly say to be wary of him. Owl isn’t very good at keeping to real names, giving nicknames to everyone. Even in meetings, he continues to call me Onion.”

Onion, Owl? Jeez, what was with this school and weird nicknames. Quest which is a noun, xyx which isn’t even a word, and now a vegetable and an animal. You half expected to be given a weird nickname at this point, maybe it was required to be a part of this school this year.

“While I can’t say who to be wary of, don’t hesitate to come to Owl or I if you have any issues with any other students. Owl can be dumb at times, especially around exam times, but he’s… Useful.” You glanced up to Onion’s face while listening, nodding as you followed him into the library. It almost sounded like he didn’t want to give this Owl guy any more praise than the bare minimum.

“Thank you, I’ll keep that in mind. I’ve already made a couple friends in my homeroom and science classes, and they seem like nice people, so I’m not too worried.” Friends might be jumping it a bit with Xyx after he insulted a teacher in front of you, but with Quest it would be an extreme insult not to consider him a friend at this point.

“Good.” Onion pulled a book from a shelf full of it’s duplicates before handing it to you, and motioning to the checkout counter. “If you were enrolled here before, your student number will be the same.”

You nodded once more, in actual understanding this time, heading to the checkout counter. When glanced up, you were met with a familiar smile and sapphire eyes, causing you to jump slightly in surprise. “Quest? You… Why are you behind the library counter?”

Quest chuckled, gently taking the book from your hands to scan it. “This is my free period. I help out in the library, including checking out books for students.” His eyes glance behind you before returning back to the book, then to the computer to type something in. “You must be in Mrs. Wright’s class right now if you have Onion accompanying you. She's very nice, so you won’t have to worry about catching up much in her class.”

“Oh, that's good… I had Mr. Wright’s class before hers, so I was worried they might be more alike. It didn’t help that I got seated next to his least favorite student right off the bat, who I had to practically bribe to help me out with the assignment.”

That got a snort out of Quest. “I see you’ve met X. Don’t worry about him, either, hes not a bad guy. I'll remind him to be nice to you.” He took your student number at last, finishing up checking out the book before handing it back. “Here you go, [Name]. Better get back to Onion, or he’ll be upset that I'm distracting you from your studies.”

You smiled with a murmured thanks and bye before turning and heading back to Onion, who had just watched that entire interaction from a distance. Surprisingly, he didn’t question how you knew Quest, seeming to already have a sense of how you knew him. Instead of asking questions, Onion waved a hand for you to follow him back, leading you out of the library, speaking once out in the hall.

“Quest is a good guy, so you could also go to him if you feel you have a matter ‘too small’ for the student council to handle. If you were to tell Owl, though, he would find no matter too small for him to handle.”

“You keep mentioning this Owl guy. Is he your friend or something?”

That causes a scoff and a glare to come from Onion. “No, not at all. Owl is the Vice President of the student council. He and I both ran for President, but before the votes could be counted, he forfeited and settled for Vice. While I am grateful for my position, I would be more grateful if he actually let the votes be counted.”

With the story, you suspected what might've been the reasoning for this Owl guy’s forfeiting, but you honestly couldn’t say for certainty. You’ll see if your suspicions are correct once you learn more or meet Owl. Instead of saying anything, you simply nodded and accepted as you two fell into silence on the walk back to class.

The rest of English class seemed to both go by in a flash and extremely slow at the same time, your thoughts distracting you from actually reading the assigned book. You had met three guys so far that seemed open to being friends with you, and a possible fourth talked about.

It felt a little… jarring to get such welcoming people around you right off the bat. It seemed you had gotten one of each type of positive welcome so far. Quest, the ever kind type, smiling while welcoming you back. Xyx, the jokester that looking back at it, learned more than he revealed. Onion, the calm type that took his duty to be helpful seriously.

Not only was being welcomed like that jarring, but meeting the three back to back was like reading a page from different books right after another. You hadn’t yet discovered what genre each book was, just barely skimmed the words of the first page of each, gouging if anything would catch your interest. And each one had caught your interest to at least read the first chapter at this point.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the bell, quick to pack up your things and head out the door. Half to your relief, half to your dismay, your next class would be physical education. Which means that you could still be in your own thoughts, but that you’d have to exercise while doing so.

But the dismay quickly outnumbered the relief once you realized you could not just let your thoughts run wild while doing mindless exercise. No, the PE teacher decided to torture by making the class play dodgeball, making it to be the first class you didn’t actually meet anyone today. You didn’t mind the break from being verbally social, but you certainly did mind having to run to avoid dodgeballs while heading off the court, after already being hit by one in the gut.

When the class finally ended and you were able to change back into the normal school uniform instead of the gym one, you felt it was a miracle that the schedule gods decided to give you lunch right after. Thank you for giving me time to rest and eat after that, you thought, eyes wandering the cafeteria, only for your thoughts to turn to shit, where am I supposed to sit?

You must’ve looked extremely lost, as within a minute of thinking that, your name was called out somewhere to the right. Eyes following the sound, you saw a couple of raised hands, belonging to none other than Quest and Xyx. Well, aren’t I lucky to not be eating in the bathrooms or on the floor today.

Immediately heading over, as you neared you realized the two had two more friends. One was considerably shorter than the other, making you almost miss the shorter one behind the taller. Seeing the two made you hesitate for a moment, but Xyx and Quest were watching, making you force yourself to go along with it and sit down in an empty spot at the round lunch table, catching the attention of the other two.

“Ooo, is this the person you guys were mentioning?” The shorter one spoke, hickory eyes lighting up. “They’re cute, why didn't you mention that! Hi, I’m Owl, and you are the new student that Quest and X kept going on about.” You had to keep yourself from blushing at suddenly being called cute, having not expected him to be so blunt like that, but instead focused on the name: Owl.

“Oh, you must be the student body Vice President. The President kept mentioning you and how you called him Onion.” You must’ve said something funny, as that caused a snort and a muffled chuckle to come from Xyx, only for him to be elbowed by the one that was still a stranger to you.

Owl seemed to be surprised by your words, but brushed it off with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t pay any attention to his grumbling. He responds better to Onion than his real name but won’t admit it. I’m sure he’s just sour that I won't call him ‘Mr. President’ in meetings.”

You could definitely see that being a thing, especially from the way Onion seemed to take pride in his position. “I can see that. You must be used to him enough to tease him by only calling him Onion.”

“Teasing?” Owl looked surprised at the use of the word, then smirked. “Oh cutie, I only tease those I’m interested in. Might I be bold enough to say I might start teasing you one of these days. You will be coming around more, right?”

You blushed again, realizing how bold he must be to say that in front of his friends to someone he just met. “O-Oh, yes, if that's okay. I don’t know anyone else, or at least don’t recognize anyone else here.”

“Sounds like we’ll have to change that! Us four will be your closest friends, and I’ll help you gain other friends so then you’re not left all alone in classes without us in em or if we’re all miraculously out one day.” His smirk widened, giving you a wink. “I certainly wouldn’t mind being your closest friend.” The last bit got groans from the other three while he laughed.

“Sorry about him, he’s still butthurt that he didn’t get a date for homecoming this year.” Xyx added in, half apologetic towards you, half poking fun, making Owl lose his smirk.

“Hey, hey, I don’t want to hear that from you, X! You didn’t even try to get a homecoming date.”

“Pshh, why would I need to try when I had ladies flocking towards me? I got asked out more within that week leading up more than you did your entire first two highschool years.”

Owl gave the grinning brunette a scowl before turning back to you, face immediately relaxing again, offering a smile. “Sorry, sorry, but more on topic. I didn’t catch your name, cutie.”

“Oh, its [Name]...” You looked to the last person you had to learn the name of. “What about yours?”

They mumbled a quiet ‘shit’ as they finished their bite, covering their mouth with a hand before coughing. You regretted the timing, having not thought twice about catching them mid-bite, but the regret disappeared with their answer. “It’s Toast.”

Toast. Toast. Goddamn toast. You were starting to feel silly even giving your real name anymore, as that was the fifth name you were being given that was quite obviously not on the attendance sheets. The thought must’ve shown on your features, as Toast gave a sympathetic look.

“Trust me, I would probably react the same if I were in your shoes, but I only get called my other name at home. So it's better you have this one for me.” You nodded after a moment, accepting your fate that you would continue the rest of your senior year calling this group the weirdest names imaginable.

“Well, its nice to meet you, Toast. I will admit that you had a better name than Xyx. At least people will know how to spell it.” You responded, not missing the way Xyx attempted to jump into the conversation in protest, you continuing right over him. “I really like your hair, too. It’s really pretty.”

That got a small sputter out of Toast, his eyes going wide as one hand went to his blonde hair, nervously messing with it. “P-pretty? U-uh – I – um –” Seeing his friend floundering, Xyx draped an arm over his shoulders, ruffling Toast’s hair.

“Sorry about him, he’s getting used to compliments. I’m sure if you keep that up, though, he’ll get used to it enough to utter a thank you within a minute of receiving it.”

“Oh, are you sure?” You were unsure from the way Toast was a bright pink. “I really don't want to make you uncomfortable, Toast, I don’t want to overstep any bounds.” You knew how it felt for boundaries to be overstepped, and you desperately didn’t want to do that to another person.

The three boys looked expectantly to Toast, who had to clear their throat a bit before nodding a bit. “I-I don't mind… As long as it’s kept to a minimum!” They added the last bit quickly, as if having experience with the compliments being taken overboard. You suspect it was one of the other three that caused the needed addition.

“Don’t worry, [Name], we will all let you know of any bounds that you near.” Quest spoke up, reassuring you more, the nod from Owl getting rid of the worry completely.

“We have been friends for quite a while, so we’ll try to keep in mind to involve you now too. We actually planned a hang out this weekend, if you wanna join?” Owl leaned closer to you, excitement clear despite his black hair attempting to hide his eyes. “If anybody’s parents or teachers ask, we’re studying at Toasty’s place.”

“...What are you guys actually doing?” You asked, making Toast and Xyx share a look and a grin before looking at you. Oh god, what did you just get yourself into? “Actually, from those grins, I have a gut feeling I don’t wanna know, or that I’ll be baited into something…”

“Bingo.” Owl and Quest sing-songed simultaneously, earning waves from the now very clearly scheming duo. The brunette was already pulling something from his bag to write something down while the blonde was leaning into the table, closer to you.

“Have you ever heard of Final Fantasy?” Oh god, this was definitely gonna get you in a rabbit hole of something, and you weren’t completely sure you wanted to go down that rabbit hole while you ate your lunch.

But it was too late, you had already nodded, causing Xyx and Toast to dominate the rest of the lunch conversation with their favorite game. Actually, as you thought about it, it was nice listening to them, as they talked about their favorite features and playstyles. It made you feel even more welcomed than you already were when you received a piece of paper with their game usernames on it, if you were to start an account.

By the end of lunch, you had all four of the group’s numbers in your phone, and you were added to a group chat. You read a little bit of the history of the group chat as they started cleaning up, learning that Xyx and Toast were seniors with you and Quest, while Owl was a junior. Your heart warmed at seeing the past bits of banter between the four of them, the help the three seniors would give to the junior, the shockingly large amount of memes the scheming duo would share.

You could get used to this. Get used to their energy, their seemingly vastly differing personalities, their kindness. It felt like you fit right in, despite you still in the extremely early stages of friendship with them all. You never had a friend group like this, not even at the school you had been at for the majority of highschool. You had had a couple friends here and there, but no one you really latched onto or stuck around with like you were doing with these four.

Just as you were about to send your first message into the group chat, you felt a tap on the shoulder. Glancing up, you caught a glimpse of the other four’s faces. Xyx, Owl and Toast seemed a bit confused but had turned stoic, while Quest… oh dear.

That… was not an expression you had wanted to see again. It was held back, simmering anger, or irritation. The first time you had seen that face on Quest, it was three years ago, and just like it did back then, it made your heart drop. It made your heart beat be the only one filling your ears, as it could only mean that there was a particular person over your shoulder.

Your head couldn’t stop itself, it was already turning and looking up. Your vision seemed to black out for a moment out of shock, but you knew that voice. That terrible, terrible voice.

“Hey, babe. Happy to see you back at Blooming. Miss me?”

Extracurricular: BooBoo Writes for her FAVORITE CHARACTER

What was supposed to say? No? “No”

“What? Why not?!”

“I’m failing my classes Zeke, there’s no way I’ll have time for a…a date,” I said turning slightly red at the end

“But I planned a whole romantic outing and everything! Why can’t you just go!” Zeke said tearing up.

I grabbed his face gently and run my fingers over his cheeks, looking into his glossy eyes. 

“I'm sorry Zeke, It’s just more important,” I said to him with a frown on my face.

He rested his head on my shoulder and hugged me before we both jumped at a sharp screech in our ears.

“MOVE IT CUDDLE BUGS WE HAVE LIVES!!” Coach screamed at us, breaking us up for the next activity 

.

.

I walked my way out of literature, trying my best to escape Graham’s narcissistic rant he always does. That guy’s dynamite, no way he’s ever gonna find someone to love him as much as he already does himself. It’s not like there are people who actually think that little cherry bomb is cute. I don’t have time for him right now, I have to go study for my science test. 

I open my notebook to get ready for a long hour of studying until I see a pop of gold in the corner of my eye. I turn away before I feel my notebook get ripped away from my hands.

“Ion! Give that back!” I said confused and frantic, ironic how as I'm studying for science-SCIENCE interrupts me.

“I was told to keep this away from you,” He said in a monotone voice.

“Well it’s mine can I have it back?” I said in a tired voice.

“Ok,” He said surprising me. 

There's no way it’s this easy

He hands me my notebook.

Ok it’s this easy

“Ine! You are supposed to tell her to go to the track!” Zeke said popping out of his hiding spot.

“They asked for it back. Is this not the correct reaction?” He said tilting his head like a puppy.

Track?

I stare at the arguing colors for a moment before deciding to see for myself. I grab my backpack and make my way to the track. 

Zeke, what did you do now?

I walk past the fake toy candles in the sunset and stop at a blanket laid out on the grass next to the track. It's simple but looks so cozy. It looks…Zeke in a way.

A fond smile is drawn on my face as I think back to him. 

“HEY HEY!!” speaking of.

I turn my body to face him.

“What’s with this?” I ask with a smile.

“I wanted to make this for you…” he stops to pant.

“I knew you were busy but I still wanted to spend time with you so I thought that while you’re studying mayyybbeee we could lay together soo”

I doubt I’ll be able to focus with this golden retriever around but he’s been trying for so long just for me, how could I ruin that? Besides, I guess I do deserve a break.

I put down my things and sit on the blanket and yank him down with me. He yelps and flops on his but. He scoots next to me and rests his hand on my shoulder. I lean into him and smile.

“Hey, Zeke?” I turn my head at him.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

He suddenly turns a shade of red that could put Graham to shame.

“W-WHAT?”

“Can I kiss you?” I ask again looking at his lips.

“PLEASE I MEAN-IF YOU WANT? I MEAN YOU OBVIOUSLY WANT TO YA KNOW YOU ASKED BUT LIKE-”

I decided to cut him off, for ya know our own good. The kiss was short, only being a few seconds long, but it was so sweet. I feel him melt into the kiss and I smile against his lips before pulling away. I giggled at his face. His eyes are lowered and dazed and his face couldn’t be redder. My hand returned to his cheek and pressed our foreheads together smiling and shutting my eyes.

“Zeke, You’re really really cute ya know?” a large grin stretches across my face.

“AAAGH” he falls onto his back covering his face with his hands.

“Yeah, you really are…stupid too,” I said, my smile turning into a smirk.

“Hey! You meanie” He stuck his tongue out at me playfully.

I did study eventually. But I know my priorities, Zeke’s more important.

Extracurricular: BooBoo Gives Math Puns and Feeds the Al Simps

“Just go tell him he’s cute! What's the worst that could happen?” “He could hear me”

Strangely enough, I’ve developed a… crush on Al. Even more strangely enough, I’m asking Graham of all people for advice. 

“Ahh come on! It’s Al for crying out loud! All you have to do for him is be the Jane to his Charles!” He bats his eyes dramatically.

“I don’t know if you’re a dork for making a pride and prejudice reference or I’m even more dork for understanding it.” 

“What was that?” I turn my head back at him to see him enraptured in his reflection in the window. 

That guy’s dynamite

“Hey! Hey!!” I turn my head to see Al waving in my direction. 

Al and I had gotten pretty close over the last few months after valentines day. He remains on the sole reasons im no longer failing, not only math but all of my subjects. He made sure I got and finished all my homework and made me study guides for every subject i was failing (besides P.E) and basically carried me out of it. Al and I bonded so much over that time, we even developed a secret code for when one of us needed to meet up. ‘Did you learn more about the ILLY situation?’ What’s the ILLY situation? No clue, but these days I seem to always learn more about it. 

“Have you seen the recent update with the ILLY situation? I’ve gained some knowledge on it” He said a smirk on his face. 

“Ah! I see, I’ll meet you up later to talk about it.” I winked at him.

He flushed a bit and smiled before walking out. 

Al was never really that much of a wordsy person. He constantly interrupted you and sometimes treated you as if you were stupid. But he cared, you were sure he cared. Sometimes, he leaves you notes reminding you to drink water in your textbooks and when you can’t sleep at night, you both call and he reads to you. At one point he accidently called you ‘dear’ and you never let him live it down. If that wasn’t evidence enough, for your birthday he gave you a watch labeled ‘every second I think of you’ You kept that note with you at all times it made you so happy. He cares. And you couldn’t be happier.

“Excuse me? Why have you’ve been staring at the doorway with metaphorical hearts in your eyes?” Ine brings me out of my state of lovestruck.

“They do this all the time” Graham says, dragging out the ‘all’.

“Interesting!’ He says with shine in his eyes. 

“They don’t understand that Al’s obviously obsessed with them. Barf worthy” He says dramatically waving his hands. 

“It appears as though the term ‘mutual pining’ is what is going on. From my research this is an adorable ‘trope’ yet can be catastrophic.”

“Don’t worry! I think I have a bad idea!” Graham springs up.

“... what kind of a bad idea” I find myself saying.

“So, here’s what you’re going to do.” 

Approaching the rooftop, I begin second guessing myself. My heart and feet are pounding like a drum and I almost trip over my feet. This is our entire relationship it could be at stake here just because I want it to be more. This is a mistake. My mind is racing but i can’t stand this. I don’t want to hold back, I don’t want to feel limited with what i can do. I want to just be with him there. I just want-

“Early this time! Progress” He slow-claps.

“You know me heh, just… always learning from the best” I say placing my things down. 

Al chuckles we begin a charming conversation. In the back of my mind I remember what i have to do…

“...Infinite Hotel was such an interesting paradox, I just loved it” He ranted with a smile

“We’re a better pair-adox er-wait uh-” I said hesitantly 

“...what?” He said processing it.

“Y-You are sweeter t-than 3.14 Al” I continued.

“...W-WHAT IS THE M-MEANING OF-”

“I-I heard you like math, s-so what’s the sum of U+Me?”

“H-HEY YOU CAN’T JUST-”

“UHHH I-I’LL CAL-CU-LATER” I sprang up and ran out before he could finish.

Stupid stupid stupid

I escaped to the library, tears welling up in my eyes. I sit in the corner and lean on of the shelves. Why couldn’t I just leave us alone? I miss him already, I must’ve ruined everything. I hear the sound of a paper slide across the hardwood floor to me. It’s… It’s the note. 

When I ran out i left all my stuff there. My bag was the least of my worries. It contained my textbook, my homework, and i guess my phone. I figured i could pick it up later, after classes as to not risk running into Al again. But, one of the main things i kept was the note…from Al. My eyes widen and i hastily grab the note with furrowed eyebrows. 

“Every second I think of you” was crossed out and written underneath in a dark blue was the words.

“Every second I love you more” 

Silence. 

My head is spinning and my emotions feel like fireworks. 

There’s no way..

I turn my head upwards where the note came. Al was there, waiting for me with a blushing red face.

“Y-you must b-be √2? ‘Cause I feel irrational around you!” He hid his face with my bag.

I rise to my feet and walk over to him. Slowly he moved the bag from his face and met my gaze. 

“Al, I less than three you.” I said smiling.

He shut his eyes and turned his head slightly away still red and combusting.

“C-Can I kiss you?” I said leaning in slightly.

“U-UHM I MEAN-PLEASE-I MEAN”

When our lips met, it felt so…so…radiant. Finally. 

This is bliss isn’t it?

…

“I TOLD YOU IT WOULD WORK!!”

“What a turn of events!”

Ine, Graham were they…watching the entire time-

“Don’t yell in the library you two..wait” Al hissed and thought for a bit

“RUN MY GREEN FOOL RUN” Graham yelled and ran away

“Why are we running?” Ion questioned…while running

“TAG UR IT” Zeke bounced and tapped Al on the shoulder and ran passed him. 

“YOU STUPID- GET BACK HERE” Huh…Sounds like a bad idea to me.

Extracurricular: BooBoo Babysits a Green Alien.

“One day…I’ll make the onions cry…” “Whatever you say, honey”

“Ah! I see you are using the word ‘honey’ because it is an ingredient of which you use to cook, but also as a name of endearment! I am very grateful for your strange form of affection!” He smiles proudly. 

Ine and I were currently in the middle of cooking some lunch. I took on the responsibility of teaching him modern human stuff. He was in the middle of cutting the onions (under my supervision of course) and he was quite disturbed at how the onions brought tears. 

“I wonder though if the onions can bring tears, can other produce bring sweating? Or perhaps another bodily fluid?”

“Uhhhh gross and I guess sometimes. Spicy stuff can make you sweat and salivate” I say with a gross look on my face.

“FASCINATING!” He says with stars in his eyes.

Ine was a bit much, but he was sincere and always sought out my attention. Who was I to deny him, especially if he’s asking in such an innocent way? He grew on me quickly to put it simply.

.

.

I was just standing by my locker peacefully when I felt like I was being watched. I turned around and saw no one. I shrugged and turned back to my locker.

“I have a question”

“AAAH” I jumped and tripped over my feet. When I looked over to my left I see Ine staring at his phone his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. 

“According to our textbooks, July 20, 1969, was the date of the moon landing. But according to this article, the moon landing wasn’t real. Which is true?”

I raised a brow and rubbed my temples. 

“Ion, augh don’t scare me like that. And the moon landing was real don’t believe everything on the internet”

“So everything on our textbooks is true?” He said tilting his head.

“No not really all of it just-ya know believe what you want to?” 

“Hmm, so if I want to believe that you love me I can just believe it?” 

I sputtered and turned red. THE HECK AM I SUPPOSED TO SAY TO THAT

“I-I MEAN I-IF YOU REALLY WANT TO IT’S JUST U-UHM” My face is glowing and my eyes are darting everywhere except him.

“So…You love me? That’s the truth then?” 

My face couldn’t be brighter as I hastily grab my things and rush away. Where? Anywhere but around him.

.

.

I’ve been avoiding Ine for the past few days now. This is miserable. Sad to say I miss his questions and stupid eyes. And that smile…

“Focus!” Al snapped in my face. He was tutoring me in my math on the rooftop. 

“Is this because of that Ine thing again??” He grunted out and closed the notebook.

“No?” I asked… somehow?

“Ugh either go work this out yourself or quit wasting my time, it’s probably not even that big of a deal.” 

“Errrrrg you’re no help.”

“Thank you.” He smirked.

I glared in his way and looked towards the view. 

“It’s just… He’s really naive. I'm afraid he’ll get hurt. I really care about him, I don’t want him thinking… He’s always so caring and sweet. Ine makes me feel… alive. Like I was just some bland, background character but now… I'm just, special in a way.”

“Pretty corny though huh Al? Al?” 

Wait a minute…Al always interrupts me when I rant.

I whip my head around and there is Ine, looking back at me with adoring eyes and a red flush against his green color scheme. Al was nowhere to be found, probably ditched a while ago.

“U-uh that was-I-I mean I wasn’t” I blurted randomly.

“Is it true now?” 

“W-what??”

“You really love me right?”

My heart beats like a drum and my head couldn’t feel lighter. 

“I…Ya know what honey? Believe what you want to…” A smile returns to my face for the first time in a while.

Extracurricular: BooBoo feeds the Graham Simps whiles she cries at night...

“I'M GONNA WING IT”  “No, you're not you're gonna sit back down” 

We were in the middle of class and I had come back from a break. It was one of the first times I was sick in a while and of course, my lovely boyfriend helped take care of me after classes. However, while I was sick my stupid boyfriend didn’t inform me of a presentation. And of course, it happens on the day I come back. Since Graham was very popular among (us) the school, many students every day hope to be Graham’s partner in class, I’m normally his partner. 

You’re the only English partner for me

And that. He roped me into this situation by making me his partner again, telling the teacher he would do all the work for me. Obviously, that was a lie. 

“My love, aren’t you just the cutest when you’re mad!” He says 

“I’m about to be gorgeous then. Get your but and mine out of this mess or so help me!” I said tugging on his shirt, scaring him.

He nervously laughs and tries to tug away desperately. I finally release him, holding my glare as he walks up to the front of the classroom. I could swear he’s strutting. 

“The Great Gatsby… is a *cough* novel about…” He gazes around the room.

“BEAUTY! THE BEAUTY OF LIFE!! It’s about finding the love and that safety you always dreamed of! Jack Gatsby-”

“Jay Gatsby,” I corrected from my seat, rubbing my temples.

“JAY GATSBY! Never truly saw Daisy for who she was! He fell in love with the person he once knew and never truly got over it. He was emotionally constipated with her! He couldn’t POOP IT OUT!”

“Oh my god…” 

“He built up this false vision of her and never let go! Anyone would surely fall short of his never-ending expectations. She’s a selfish, selfish person!”

Gee, I wonder who that reminds me of

As he continued, he strangely got into the moment, lighting up and speaking with passion. These were parts of him I really liked. He was an idiot, but he was passionate and always gave everything his best. I love the way he slowly starts to smile and his nose crinkles up and he drops his ‘suave and flirtatious’ exterior. When he finishes there’s a change in energy in the air. That’s just what happened around Graham, he takes this energy around him wherever he goes. I really can’t get enough of this guy.

“Did…did you not read anything of the assignment??”

There it is.

“Well, the thing is Miss,” He started to say

“You said and I quote ‘Give a presentation about The Great Gatsby’. You never specified that we had to follow the instructions on the board” He said batting his furiously long lashes. (Seriously, dang it his lashes are long)

“Just- Get out of this classroom,” The teacher said with raged eyes.

“W-Where do we..um?” I said sitting up, nervously tapping my fingers.

“Just away… take him with you. I can’t do this right now” They said pulling out their phone.

“Michelle, I'm quitting my job” They turn away, taking a call.

A worried and guilty look splashes across my face as I look away and grab my things. A hand is extended to me when I stand up. 

“Shall we my darling?” He said with a smirk. 

“Awwh.” I flick his forehead and walk out first with him trailing behind me, flustered.

.

Graham was currently laying on my bed while I was making up a few of my assignments. 

“Picture this, you, me, ballroom! Or no a Masquerade Ball!” he said staring at my ceiling waving his hands around.

“Ball? In this century?” I scoff

“At least at a Masquerade I don’t have to see your face for a while”

He ignores me.

“We’re obviously the most attractive people there. They start playing romantic music, we start dancing. Oh, we are just magnificent!” He explains.

I sigh and ignore him, continuing to type 

“Next thing we know, we’re sneaking away from the public and holding each other in the night- Oh! On a balcony, or maybe the castle garden.”

“Mmmhm,” I hummed, not exactly paying attention.

I hear the rustle on the bed behind me. 

“WALTZ WITH ME!”

“GRAHAM-”

He suddenly picked me up and spun me around humming along to a random rhythm. Graham’s laughing and starts singing again. His cardigan is waving as he spins and my arms are firmly wrapped around him making sure he doesn’t drop me. 

“AAH GRAHA- GET OFF LET ME GO PUT ME DOOWN!” I yell.

“Hahaaha! Beloved, it’s ok! I won’t hurt you.” He says hugging me close.

I scowl at him and pinch his cheek. He sit down on my bed, me still in his arms. 

“You never pay any attention to me” He pouts and dips his head into my shoulder.

“Yeah! Because I’m doing the work I missed when you got me sick Ugly!” I said angrily. Ugly is a nickname I commonly call him. Ironic isn’t it. Not like he minds.

“What? MeeE? Get you sick??”

“If I recall, you wanted me to ‘dance in the rain’ with you?” I said crossing my arms.

“I suppose I can recall that occurring. In my defense, it was really romantic.”

“Uh huh” 

Graham was really obnoxious sometimes but you’ve endeared yourself to him. He can have his sweet moments and he is really encouraging. He makes it seem like everything he says is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard, no matter how stupid. He’s just so radiant. I can’t get enough of this cherry bomb. 

God aren’t I smitten.

Not like he’ll ever know anyways.

I REALLY LIKE DEBATE CLUB XYX AND CELLO TOASTY WOWZA THIS IS LIKE KA CHOW LEVEL GOODY WOW

Blooming High

Hello Hello! I present to you, a Blooming Panic fanfic. Honestly, I only got this idea from the discord server and its army of AU providers. So in thanks, I am posting the first part of it! I gotta feed them a little bit after they spilled all their AUs like that. I like to think about it as a... introduction to how the server members would fit into one high school together. Not all the characters have gotten their moment yet, but all the LIs(and onion, you onion simps) have their introductions in here!

Without further ado! Welcome to Blooming High

The student body council couldn’t exactly figure out how they got into this current situation, but they certainly were having a fun time watching the argument going on between their president and vice president.

“What? How on god’s green earth do you think the art club needs more funding than the robotics club?” The president’s tone was curt, sharp, glaring at the shorter boy. Said shorter man knew the president as Onion over his real name, especially when his attitude started to stink like one.

“Robotics always gets funding for their parts and competitions, but art has barely gotten anything in quite a while. Our fundraiser should go to them instead.” Onion rolled his eyes, his more STEM-loving side showing.

“Is your lack of sleep at night starting to affect your thinking skills? The whole point of the fundraiser is so then robotics can go to a new competition this year. We don't get to decide that the fundraiser for them suddenly needs to go to another club.”

Nightowl always disliked the way Onion would hold that over his head, as if being the thing of his username was to be looked down upon. Plenty of highschoolers were night owls, he could list a dozen of people who hadn't slept more than 2 hours the night before off the top of his head.

“Why do they even need to go to a new competition? And they get plenty of funding, shouldn’t that money cover it already?” Nightowl glanced at the treasurer, expecting back up on that front, but his nose scrunched up at seeing no backup given as the treasurer slowly slinked behind the secretary to avoid getting involved.

“Why not just make a second fundraiser for the art club?” Both the president and the vice whip their heads around at the sound of a familiar voice, to be met with their more sensible friend.

Quest seemed to have this knack of finding the arguing duo mid-argument every time, or at least, that's what the duo thought it was. In reality, it was that everyone in the student council had his number for this exact reason: to break up fights. Most of the time it was fights like these, arguments that clearly had two passionate sides with no intention of ending. Everyone hated when they would have to get him to break up a physical one, after what happened a couple years ago.

“Big Q!” Nightowl immediately jumped at the chance to get out of this argument, deciding to leave it be for when he could actually get a look at the fundings the robotics would need vs the art club. “I thought you were helping out the librarians with filing and organizing?”

“I still am, actually. I have a big stack of papers and old files for you guys.” Quest couldn’t help a wince as the entire council became a chorus of groans. He disappeared into the hall for a moment only to come in with a rusting cart full of paper and binders, and Onion was surprised none of them heard him coming with how squeaky it was. “Just some of this is yours, don’t worry. The library filing room can’t hold these anymore so I was tasked with giving them to the proper clubs.”

He crouched down low beside the cart, having to adjust his glasses as he looked over the stacks before pulling a higher pile off the cart, setting it on a nearby desk. The secretary, a shorter girl who adored her job, for once looked a little nervous about files when seeing the pile was taller than her on the desk. The other council members immediately started volunteering to help her out, much to Quest’s relief. He would be scolding them if they didn’t.

Once making sure his friends were actually helping her, he tried to as quietly as possible pull the cart out of the council room, headed back down the hall. He had to think for a moment on what would be the closest club that had files to be delivered. If he was remembering correctly, it would be the debate club.

As Quest approached the debate club classroom, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at there being a crowd surrounding it, enraptured by whatever was going on inside. When he made his way closer, he sighed at realizing he recognized the cocky voice that made the crowd snicker. Sure enough, he was right when he saw Xyx leaned on one of the debate club’s podiums, a Cheshire grin wide on his face.

“It’s not like I’m wrong, teach. Isn’t that the point of debate club? That there’s no wrong side until there's a winner?” Xyx tilted his head in curiosity to how the teacher would answer, before looking to his opponent with side eyes, his cheshire grinning to a smug smirk. “Although, I gotta say, you’re not exactly the most attractive side of this debate. Both in words and physical appearance.”

Quest didn’t see the opponent for a moment before leaning further in, only to feel a bit of satisfaction to see it was who the four of them eventually found out Societyboy was. He definitely couldn’t blame his friend for jumping back into the club he left just to get a shot at messing with the asshole more, although he still knew it wasn’t the best idea.

Just as Societybastard was about to open his big mouth, Quest forced his squeaky cart through the crowd, a big smile on his face as he entered the clubroom. “Sorry to interrupt,” He wasn’t sorry, “but I have some files for this club. It's mainly transcripts from winning debates.”

The teacher seemed to be surprised at seeing his entrance, but immediately got up with a seemingly relieved expression. He could only imagine how long this ‘debate’ would go on before she would be forced to separate them or kick one of them out for the day. Quest went through the same process as before, looking for the proper stack, pulling up one that was much smaller than the council’s, but included a couple VHS tapes.

Xyx took the chance to stop talking to Societybozo as he straightened and came up beside his friend, shoving his hands into the pockets of his uniform’s pants. “How old are these things? Lookin’ like they came outta the stone age with those tapes.”

“Ha, Mr. Salo said that he recorded them. Apparently it was the first and last time he was the one assigned to record the debates, five years ago. You know how he is with technology.” Quest explained, getting a snort from the other. “He says that he couldn’t figure out the camera the photography club gave him, so just used his old one instead.”

“Of course the old man would do that. I bet he was smiling while telling the story, yeah?” Quest nodded to the question as he started pushing the cart out the door, now followed by his smartass friend, despite the protests of Societybrat behind them. “One of these days, you really should distract him by teaching him something modern. Anything, really, it would get you outta library chores.”

“I like the library tasks, X.” Blue eyes gave him a look, only to be given a shrug in return. “It was much better than detention, and now I like being a part of the library team. A much better team.”

Xyx couldn’t argue with that, tilting his head to and fro as he hummed, thinking. “That is true…” His grin returned suddenly. “I always took ya as a nerd, Quest. Rugby was too rough for your sappy, poetry-loving heart.”

“While there is nothing to be ashamed of about loving poetry, I don’t want to hear a word from the guy who’s been sneaking cat food in his school bag to feed the stray in the courtyard. Just take it home already man, it's clearly bonded to you now. Haven’t you already name–”

Xyx harshly shushed him, pressing a finger to his friend’s lips to shut him up from speaking more. “Hey, didn’t I say to never mention it ever again, man? Especially at such a loud volume, jeez! Ruin a guy’s reputation while ya at it, why dontcha?”

Quest gave him a glare before smacking his hand away, sighing. “Fine. But next time I see you feeding it, I'm going to force you to take it home, whether you like it or not. So do it already.” He raised an eyebrow after a moment of realization. “Now that I think about it, aren’t you supposed to be helping in the theater production? Why were you in debate?”

“Oh, look at the time, looks like I need to go check on Toast’s practice, bye Quest!” Before he could let the other man get any more word in, Xyx headed jogging down the hall, hoping the metal cart would stop the other from following. He was right, it did, letting him easily slip down into a separate hallway.

Xyx kept his semi-quick pace as he headed down the stairs, it being regular practice for him to skip as many steps as possible, or jump the staircase completely. He decided not to jump down it today, as he knew Toast would notice the post-adrenaline small tremble he got in his hands.

Soon, he arrived at the music part of the school, slowing to a smooth walk as he made a beeline for the practice room his nerdy friend seemed to always be in after school. He didn’t bother to knock at this point, opening the practice room’s door immediately, earning the sound of a cut-off note and a scalding look.

“Must you interrupt my practice just as I get the hang of a particularly hard measure?” Toast was still posed to play the next note on their cello, bow just barely not touching the strings, their hand at the top not relaxing one bit. It was clear they wanted to be left alone, but Xyx paid no mind as he stepped inside, closed the door behind him, and plopped down backwards in a seat across from them.

“Hm, I don’t remember your voice being this deep yesterday, Toast mboy. What’s up with that, huh?” Toast went stiff at the question, silent for a moment before starting to play again, causing a knowing grin from Mr. Observant. “Ya gettin’ voice cracks again, aren't you?”

The cello stopped for a moment before a sigh came from its owner. “I’d rather not be ridiculed for both my voice and my height, X.” There it was, a voice crack in the word ridiculed, proving that Mr. Observant always quickly turns into Mr. Know-It-all. “I already get all eyes on me whenever I go through the halls, it’d be shit for it to be the same for when I speak in class. I can’t believe it, a senior and still getting voice cracks.”

Green eyes watched him closely, not being the best at comfort, and sure not wanting to crack a joke that Toast very much feared. “Hmmm… well, hey. At least you don’t have to worry about either while you're playing. Sat and lips sealed.”

The dyed-blonde rolled his eyes, setting his bow down and relaxing his cello into him. “Yeah, sure, but how am I supposed to talk to anyone? I’m not exactly the most… outgoing of people, but I’d still be able to talk without my voice sounding like a squeaky toy.”

“I'm sure Owl and Q won't mind. Onion might give ya a hard time, but just remind him how he ran into a wall after losing his glasses and he’ll shut right up.” When he didn’t get an answer, the brunette straightened, starting to realize something when seeing their ears start to turn red and their eyes glance away. “Oh, ho ho! I know that look from anywhere, you didn’t mean just anyone! Who has caught the interest of my nerdy little friend?”

Toast’s face turned more red, flinching slightly at him realizing so soon, hands flying up to try and wave it away. “N-no one! Why in all hell would you th-think that?!” They did wonder the second one, but more in how the hell did he figure it out so quickly. Were they that obvious?

“Oh, c’mon, you’re as obvious and red as a stop sign! Tell me tell me tell me!” That's a yes to that question. After going back and forth on it for a few minutes, Toast finally caved, feeling a headache coming on just from how insistent – and annoying – he could be. “Soooooo, who is it?”

“Well…”

I'm a sucker for Xyx 🥺

What would be his ideal romantic date? Would he prefer to plan, or be surprised?

Good luck on moving!! Hope it goes well and that there is minimal bruising involved!

Thank u!! I think i came out unscathed.....

Threw this one to allie!

Meet Cute with the Blooming Panic love interests!

a/n: can't get it out of my head… imagine if you had a meet cute w the bp lis? like.. yall didn't realize you're from the same place and suddenly BAM omg that the cute new person from that server?? so here it is :D oh, also! toaster kind of gets his ass beat in a video game, pretty sure that wouldn't happen, but it's just for plot <3 (also this is...super long LMAO i had so much fun writing the server bonus bits)

++ mc doesn't work in finance for nightowl's, instead is a student ^^ (written in lapslock)

[u/n: username]

nightowl

you knew he was a student, it wasn't a big deal. june and onion were as well, and there were a million other school's in the world. there was no way he attended yours, and it has never crossed your mind that the possibility would happen.

but possibilities are endless, it seems.

you had been rushing to class, damn that stupid alarm clock, the one day you were supposed to take your important exam, your alarm had decided to not ring, battery dead. it was like the world was cursing you

you knew you would get an earful from quest if he ever knew about this. there were fifteen minutes until the exam hall doors closed and started, and you had to rush.

you had hastily pulled on your outfit that you had (thankfully) prepared earlier, and rushed outside with an empty stomach.

you lived in the dorms, so if you ran, you would make it in five minutes. maybe have time to buy food from the vending machine. everything was going to be alright.

of course, by saying that, you ended up jinxing it.

the next thing you knew, a boy had ran into you from the right side, seemingly also rushing as you were. he had knocked you off balance, and you were already running in slippers, having forgotten to put on proper shoes.

you rubbed your head as the boy had frantically started apologizing, and when your eyes adjusted from the impact, you could only stare.

"I'm so so sorry! oh my god, are you okay-?!" he grabbed your fallen items, flustered that he had caused you to fall. he places them back into your arms, about to take off again, until he locked eyes with you.

"... nightowl,"

"y/n,"

silence followed after you both had mentioned each other's name at the same time. you knew the gears were turning in his head, and he was thinking the same thing as you: what the hell were the odds?!

right on cue, a sharp sound of a bell broke the two of you out of your trances. exam was starting in five minutes?!

you try to compose your thoughts, fixing your items and grabbing the books nightowl had picked up for you, but he was still shocked, books in his hands tightly gripped. it seemed that no matter how you pulled, he was frozen.

"nightowl, hey." you snap your fingers, and he shakes his head, the reality finally hitting him.

"oh- shit! I'm so sorry y/n! I didn't-"

"the exam is starting, let's talk about this later?" you suggest, and as if nightowl had suddenly remembered he was not in a dream, but was in the middle of rushing to his exam hall, he jumps.

"fuck- alright! meet me at the lunch area later, i'll find you."

"you'll find me?" you asked, puzzled, "why don't you give me your num-"

nightowl laughs, the sound lighthearted, making your heart flutter. it was very different from hearing it over video calls. he sounds more free. surreal. "you're here, in my school. we attend the same school- among all places! if this luck keeps going, I'm sure I can find you again. now get moving, you have an exam to catch up!"

"you have one too!" you chided, and he just laughed, running towards his hall, a skip in his step. despite not having his personal information yet, you had a feeling you'd meet him again later.

BONUS:

nightowl is online

u/n is online

nightowl

AJWHSHWHSHS

Oniontheif

how was the exam?

nightowl

AAKHWHSHWJSBW

NO

PRIORITIES

June

??

NakedToaster

please don't say you failed, nightowl

Quest

I'm sure he did great

nightowl

RUDE

THANK YOU QUEST

BUT

@u/n

June

??????

Oniontheif

If you failed, just say it.

u/n

[photo: you and nightowl having lunch, his arms slung over your shoulder, grinning into the camera, you holding up a peace sign, winking]

Xyx

nice photoshop skills

Two2

WGAT

BIGLADY

WHAT

June

WHAT

Quest

Oh

nightowl

IT'S NOT PHOTOSHOP

[photo: nightowl and you in your dorm, a picture of the server on your open laptop on your bed. he sticks his tongue out, the photo taken in the middle of you laughing]

Xyx

wow

you're really talented

nightowl

omg I'm not letting you ruin this

apparently

we both

ATTEND

this message was deleted

BloomBot

@ nightowl has been restricted for 4 hours for sharing personal information

u/n

he's whining beside me LMAO

Quest

/unrestrict @ nightowl

BloomBot

@ nightowl has been unrestricted

nightowl

AAAAAA

.

Quest

for quest, it was a different way of meeting.

a new cafe had opened up just beside his office, and he was excited to try it. it was a branch of a popular cafe that wasn't available anywhere else in his country yet, and the opening hours was the same as the time his shift starts, so he was thrilled to be one of the first who has a taste of the drinks offered.

the morning came, and he entered the cafe. the smell of coffee brewing hits him the moment he entered the shop. the small bell chimed softly, indicating a customer had entered. the place was empty, save for a few employees and college kids hunched over with their laptops.

he walks towards the counter, the barista's back turned to him. he browsed the menu, and decided on his order. the moment he spoke, though, the barista's shoulders had stiffened, and just for a brief moment, he had assumed the worst. that the person working there knew him from his past.

"I'm sorry, are-"

"welcome, sir," you smiled, turning to face him, and for once, your smile wasn't the polished customer service smile, but a genuine one, "your order will be done in a few, may I have your name?"

quest feels the entire world stop, seeing you in front of him, real, instead of behind a screen. oh god, he was going to die.

the sound of bells chiming behind him went unnoticed, as his feet were glued to the floor. he was so sure if you didn't cut him off, he would have said some embarrassing shit like asking if you were real.

"sir?" you asked, your voice holding a dangerous edge to it. you were teasing him, and you knew it, "you're holding a line. perhaps we could talk some other time?"

and that was how quest had gotten your number, without having to be censored or banned. your number, neatly written on his cup beside his name, and a heart shape below.

you had explained to him afterwards that you had decided to quit your job, despite the good pay, and take something more laid back (though the amount of customers that day was far from laid back)

after you had finished telling your story, Quest did not hesitate to tell you how proud he was. that you looked happier now than you ever did- not that he had seen you before besides the calls, but that was besides the point

quest then (smoothly) had offered to treat you to dinner, as a treat to celebrate your new job and the successful opening.

least to say, the dinner had ended up with you two waking up in the morning together, and more days to come.

BONUS:

Quest is online

u/n is online

Xyx

quest ban nightowl

June

ban ban ban

Two2

i second that!! or third?

nightowl

NO

PLS

I BEG

I DIDNT MEAN IT

SALO BACK ME UP

SalocIN

Ban @nightowl ! @Quest

nightowl

NOT YOU TOO

WHY

SalocIN

ha ha ha !

Quest

lmao

what happened?

nightowl

oh god help me I am but an innocent bystander

help me server grampa

u/n

which one? lmao

nightowl

AJQHDHGEHSE

Two2

LOL

June

LOL

nightowl

I JUST DISAGREED WITH JUNE'S THEORY THAT'S ALL

I have rights…

to disagree……

June

they have been revoked

Xyx

yup

nightowl

NO

Quest

lmao you guys

i came here to share something actually

u/n

yup :>

Two2

??? oh ???

Xyx

is it more theories for nightowl to disagree with

nightowl

shuTTTTTTT

SalocIN

what is it @Quest ? @u/n ?

Quest

Well…

[photo: Quest and you at the newly opened cafe, sitting by the window. you were holding the coffee with your number written on it, (which was auto blurred thanks to BloomBot), holding the cup in front of your face in embarrassment, Quest smiling beside you]

June

OMG

OMG

OMG

Two2

OMG NO

WAY

QUEST??? Y/N???

Xyx

He holds the phone like a dad

SalocIN

So cute !

nightowl

OH MY GOD

QUEST

Y/N

June

is that all you're going to say xyx ???

YOU GUYS MET UP??? HOW??? THE CENSOR… ??

u/n

no lol we work right next to each other :))

it was a coincidence

a stroke of luck

nightowl

LUCK???? BUY A LOTTERY TICKET OR SOMETHING

WHAT ARE THE ODDS

Quest

whatever they are, they're in our favor :^)

[photo: you and Quest, having dinner together.]

<3

.

NakedToaster

you'd think the first place you meet is in final fantasy

truthfully that's what toasty thought as well, he was determined. and usually his determination is what brings him success.

he had no doubt he'd find you. if not now, later.

but the least place he assume to find you was at the arcade.

it was one of those rare days toasty went out for things besides food and water, and added essentials. in true toaster style- he went to the arcade.

games, but outside of the confines of his bedroom. baby steps!

let's get it out of the way, going to an arcade by yourself would earn you pitying looks from others. they think it's sad. arcades are a place of joy, where you hang out with your friends.

but honestly toaster doesn't give two shits about other's opinion on him. the moment he entered, he had made a beeline towards the newly installed racing game; which was one of the reason's he had decided to go out in the first place.

sitting comfortably and inserting the token, he had assumed he would be doing one round, win, and go. he could drive. racing games are about that, but faster, right?

nope

apparently, the game he was playing had him competing with the person in front of him, he couldn't see who it was, but whoever it was was beating his ass real good.

one round became two, became five and eventually he was all out of tokens after ten.

this fucker was beating him ten times in a row.

he hears the laugh from the other side, and he decided to see who was the competitor that had humbled him real fast. he was so sure it was some magic hack or something because come on, he couldn't be that bad. but the moment he saw who it was, he felt blood rush to his cheeks.

this had to be a fucking dream.

you giggled, feeling like a god whoever it was in front of you was definitely ass at video games. you were already planning on telling everyone in the bloomic server how you completely annihilated - what you assumed to be - a kid in a racing game. you knew toasty wouldn't believe you, so you snapped the photo of your scoreboard.

but that's when you realized, the name your opponent had input.

toast

huh. a strange coincidence. you thought, until you turn your head and caught the sight of a certain familiar face.

one you had only seen through the screen of your monitor.

"no way. am I fucking dreaming?" you hear them mutter under their breath, the anger that was on their face dissipating into something more softer. resembling the toasty you know.

what the fuck. this was the toasty you knew. but how... why...

after all the months of talking to them, flirting with them online through the server, unable to tell anything personal due to the censor they were still working on getting rid of, suddenly seeing them here made you feel lightheaded. the same feeling as walking out of a movie theater, and realizing everything you had seen wasn't real.

except this was the opposite.

"toasty...?" you asked quietly, as if they would disappear from your sight if you acknowledged their presence.

"you... y/n..." they replied, their tone a mirror of yours. they breathe, blinking as if to make sure you were real. you wonder briefly if the two of you were feeling the same thing.

"you're... you're so good at this game, what the hell?"

BONUS:

NakedToaster is online

u/n is online

SalocIN

ha ha ha!

Two2

salo lauging at my misery

laughing*

I never thought I'd see the day

BIGLADY

sorry two ;v;

but it is funny!!

sorry that happened though xD

Two2

this was not!!! the comfort I wanted!!!

quest back me up

Quest

I'm sorry that happened to you, two

but

Two2

QUEST YOURE NOT LIKE THIS

Quest

you know its embarrassing, why was that your ringtone in the first place?

Two2

it was a bet!! I didn't know my phone would go off during presentation!!

AHHH GRADUATE M EALREADY

u/n

LOL TWO

Two2

NOOO U/N

pls toast talk abot your game

or bloombot

ANYTHING

NakedToaster

LMAOO

alright sec

[photo: a mirror selfie of you and toast, you hugging a teddy bear toast had won from a claw machine. toast throwing a peace sign]

u/n sucks at claw machines

Two2

HUH

WHAT

BIGLADY

AHHHH!!

you met?? how!!

so cute ;u;!!

Quest

woah

did you manage to get over the censor, toast?

you didn't tell us you were planning on meeting

SalocIN

Adorable ! I used to win my lovely Wife gifts from Carnivals ! .

u/n

that's so sweet, salo ~

actually, we met through pure coincidence :))

Two2

NO WAY

BIGLADY

HOW??

u/n

[photo: toast pouting, the screen of the racing game showing your scores in the background. your arms around his neck, a grin spread on your face. toast's cheeks burning pink, fighting back a smile]

because he's a loser ;)

NakedToaster

I will get better at that game and beat your ass

BIGLADY

CUTE!!

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Xyx

despite claiming he doesn't care about cat, he does tend to take the little thing out to the park.

it was a rare occurrence these days, though. considering cat's health. he wanted cat to have a good life, incase something… bad, happens to it. so today, he had decided to take cat out of its cage, letting it roam freely.

it was a mistake.

the little demon spawned feline had fled the moment xyx let it out

for a moment, it really made him think if he treated it that badly that it made cat run away so quickly like that

but then he realized cat was actually following something

standing up, xyx hears light humming coming from somewhere in the vicinity.

following the sound, he finds a certain person sitting behind a tree, cat, without thinking twice, immediately jumping into said person's lap.

truthfully, xyx would have just left it there. despite what a rascal cat was, he knew the feline would come back to him later, cat always did. but he couldn't help but notice something… familiar, with the person cat had chosen.

it was a warm, sunny day. the rays of sun peeking between the leaves on the tree you leaned against provided enough shade so you wouldn't have to squint, but enough light to read.

a picnic blanket laid underneath you, food and drinks in your open picnic basket prepared earlier this morning. nestled on your lap was a book you were currently reading. you hummed, pleased. it was a good day.

until you heard rustling in the bushes.

you turned your head, and before you could get up to investigate, a small cat had pounced onto your lap, causing the spine of your book to break under its weight. with a gasp at the unexpected guest, your eyes widened.

"... hello?" you asked dumbly, as if the cat could reply back. the cat turns and lays down on your lap comfortably, and not wanting to disrupt it, you let it rest there.

well, that was something.

you gently pulled your book from under the cat, sighing. well, it was bound to happen anyway. it just happened earlier this time, poor book.

"now who do you belong to?" you ask, petting the soft fur. it seemed familiar. you notice it didn't have a collar, but it looked well fed and happy, "no collar? you don't look like a stray…"

"it's mine, actually," a voice behind you says, and at the sound of the voice, you whip your head, thankfully not getting a whiplash. your eyes met green, familiar orbs. and suddenly, you remembered where you saw the cat before.

"xyx," you breathed, hand coming up to your mouth at the shocked revelation. "no fucking way."

"right in the flesh, doll," xyx grins, leaning against the tree, "looks like cat does like you. look at that, little cupid."

sensing you were about to move, cat gets off your lap. and the moment you were free of the little ball of fur, you had jumped up, tackling him to the floor in a long awaited hug.

BONUS:

Xyx is online

u/n is online

Onionthief

I'm not saying it like that

nightowl

yes because I totally believe you

June

Xyx!! u/n!!!

omg pls say something these 2 are at it again

BIGLADY

onion and nightowl banter, just another night in the server XD

it would be weirder if they didn't fight

Onionthief

This isn't a joke

He clearly has things to learn

nightowl

AREN'T WE KINDA THE SAME AGE

Onionthief

I'm pretty sure I have more experience

June

uhhhhhhhhhh

Xyx

here

[photo: xyx and you, on the picnic spot you had set up. food and drinks out, providing an aesthetically pleasing set up. cat sits in between all the food, leaf on it's head. xyx had pulled your phone away from you while taking the picture, and you were in the middle of trying to grab it back]

u/n

OUT OF ALL THE PICTURES

XYX

Xyx

you looked cute there tho

<3

June

WHAT THE

OUT OF NO WHERE???

Xyx

admire us

forget about your worries

and bask

BIGLADY

LOLL

but!!

how???

nightowl

EDITED!!

no way xyx

wouldn't take the opportunity to do that!!

Xyx

do you really think I photoshop myself with people on the server

in my free time

LMAO

Onionthief

It does look real, I guess.

u/n

why are there no xyx meets u/n truthers

BIGLADY

I'M A TRUTHER!!!

June

ME TOO

BUT HOW

Xyx

cat

June

cat??

u/n

[photo: xyx, smiling gently at you. you were holding up the camera, cat in your arms, your cheek resting against its fur, beaming in joy]

cat our cupid :)

nightowl

XYX LOOKS SO GENTLE THERE

my heart

my otp

June

cute!!

but

WHY SO CRYPTIC

THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN ANYTHING

who has the highest body count

salociN

Blooming Panic Boys Parenting Headcanons

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

Quest

Is floored that you want kids with him 

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

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

Let alone meet someone who loves him the way you do

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

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

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

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

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

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

Because they absolutely will

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

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

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

Xyx

Jokes about them being a great tax right off…

…until he learns that you’re serious

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

You want kids… with him?! 

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

Barely believed you want to be “with this mess” 

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

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

He’s going to be a dad???

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

Pampers the hell out of you during the pregnancy

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

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

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

Which helps him calm down surprisingly well

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

Total papa bear

Nightowl

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

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

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

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

Would likely get involved in an organization for mentoring kids though

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

Best big brother ever

Supports his surrogate siblings with everything in him 

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

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

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

He adores their energy and creativity 

Toasty

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

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

WHAT?!

You… want a kid with him???

Is nervous tbh

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

And his parents were rather distant and hands-off

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

However, he is more than willing to listen 

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

Resolves to be the most loving, doting father ever

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

Is supportive and hands-on in everything that they do

At every recital, game, awards ceremony, etc. 

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

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

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

Definitely lets his kids braid and play with his hair

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

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

Two2

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

You… love him enough for that? 

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

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

Is rather, ah, eager to jump to the process

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

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

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

The proudest papa that ever was

Fawns over everything his kids do

“Babe, babe! Look!” 

“Honey, they’re just babbling” 

“But it’s so CUTE!!!”

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

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

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

Onionthief

Is…kinda stunned you want kids with him 

He was shocked you were even into him initially

But this is literally the man’s dream

To have a happy spouse and family???

That he can take of???

The man is through the roof

Though, he’ll try and hide it badly

Has many in-depth and detailed discussions about it 

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

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

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

Very dutiful husband and father that juggles work and the home

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

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

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

Is a strict, but understanding parent

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

Asks everyone he knows with kids plenty of questions

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

Though not to the point where they sacrifice their health

Learns to mellow out some with kids

First drawing of the year is Quest from Blooming Panic!

ED SHEERAN. ED FLUFFING SHEERAN. JEEZUZ CHRISTMAS ED SHEERAN

I'm bored so I'm gonna summarize each of the sanders sides episodes but badly

“why’d you only ever call when you were high?”

Full version of the last tiktok I posted!

The Sanders Sides fandom is just a 80% of the people having different and creative ways to tell the person we stan to literally go fuck himself.

been howling at these for half an hour