#gabinggabi

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

i will now ask 👁️👁️ for the bp LIs with an mc who has apd (auditory processing disorder).

i'll give details but im not sure if i can grasp it fully. basically apd is when you have difficulty processing audio (ex. someone is talking to you but the words are like static or smth) but its not being deaf you just have difficulty with it.

ty!! <333

thank you for the request!! this is my first time writing headcanons and for a reader who isn't just me projecting so,, take that as you will. it was fun to do and i tried to do some research on apd so hopefully i got it right? lmk :)

no warnings! have fun

nakedtoaster

they really honestly truly give me the autistic vibe

definitely has some audio issues themselves

specifically misophonia (because i am projecting and i love him)

so they understand your struggles to some degree

always willing to repeat words for you if you ask

and other people's words! doesn't seem super patient as a person but i think he wouldn't mind repeating the phrases if it was for you <3

they are a subtitle fan and love that you use them as well

once again it's the shared neurodivergency

xyx

(i headcanon that) he knows a few languages, including asl 

would gladly use it around you if you'd like

definitely takes the opportunity to take things back if you didn't hear something he is embarrassed about though

like in the game yk? (the falling in love when he didn't mean to twice line)

but usually shamelessly repeats his words at the first sign of confusion, even if they are thoroughly unfunny

nightowl

the type to do a ton of research once he learns you have apd

a bit of a try hard but at least he is trying at all?

doesn't immediately notice that you didn't hear him if you don't say something

but once he does know he is eager to accommodate :)

WILL fight anyone who is a jerk about repeating themselves i am not joking

gets calmer about it as time goes on give him a minute he will chill out on the anger and pride dw

after you guys confess your love he'll repeat it as many times as you need <3

even if you don't need it repeated he continues bc he can't stop saying how much he loves you

quest

the most calm about it (probably has had some type of connection to someone who had some form of an audio processing disorder/hearing disability before)

subtle when checking if you want something repeated

another avid subtitle user and enjoyer

knew some basic asl but tries to learn more if you know it

puts in the effort to support you :)

even when you're having A Day™ he is gentle

i love this man <3

#gabinggabi #blooming panic #bloomic #bloomic x reader #nakedtoaster #quest bp #nightowl bp #xyx bp #auditory processing disorder #auditory processing issues #feel like i did NOT do this justice but idk how to fix it #my writing

[fancifulflora]

hi! could i request this prompt:[ ATTENTION ]  sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile. 

maybe the crown is wearing lipstick

btw could i also have ashti on this? ty! love ur writing!

ahhhHHhh tysm I'm glad you love my writing! I had this idea based off of one of the asks Cherry completed- I can't really find it atm but I really liked the soft vibes

I also tried writing it from another perspective; just for fun really

Warm, gentle sunlight filtered through the silk curtains of the palace, the light dancing across Ashti's restful slumber. Still, she didn't stir from her sleep in the Crown's bed.

Good. She deserved the extra rest.

Now, normally you would have your attendants come in. Perhaps share a small meal and drink with your sorcerer and protector before the day's work began, but it was thankfully a slow morning today.

A morning for the two of you to rest, at least until the afternoon came knocking.

Regardless, a Crown still needed to keep appearances.

Applying your makeup in the order your attendants have done for years took little effort on your part, though the gold still took a little more time to apply than normal.

Leaning away from the desk, you took a look in the mirror.

Hmm...not bad, not bad at all.

Now for the final touches.

Turning your attention to your table, you browsed through all the jars and bottles before settling on one particular one that caught your eye and applying it.

A little lip balm, scented with rose and pigmented with crushed precious gemstones- leaving a soft and gentle glimmer that always did work well under the light of the throne.

"You look beautiful," a smooth voice drawled from behind, a familiar voice akin to a lazy river making its way to the sea.

To you in this case.

"Oh, did I wake you, your Highness?" you teased, hiding your surprise and eying your Royal Protector from the convenience of your mirror- hearing the pops and cracks of her joints as she stretched out her limbs before immediately shrinking back into a comfortable position nestled in your pillows.

A small hum.

"Oh I've been awake for a while," She admitted with a dismissive wave of her hand at both the question and the nickname, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Where have your attendants gone this morning?"

Raising from your seat in front of the mirror, you made your way over to the bed- unceremoniously plopping down into Ashti's awaiting arms, "I let them take the morning off, I'm afraid... so it'll just be you and me this morning."

"Just the two of us?" Ashti repeated, the question alone bringing the ever-present guards to the forefront of your mind.

Right.

Just the nine of you then.

"Either way, I wish to make the most of this free time," You decided, turning so that you were more comfortable in Ashti's embrace, your shoulders pressing together- hazel eyes following your every move with a mix of interest and amusement.

Turning to face you, the royal protector tightened the grip their arm had around your waist. Ashti giving you an uncharacteristically chaste kiss before pulling away- enjoying the whine dying in your throat at the sudden loss of touch.

"Your whole day isn't completely free," She gently reminded, a small irritation growing in your gut at the thought of having lunch with a few of your Ministers later.

And with the bright sun rising by the minute... it appears that there wasn't that much time for the two of you to relax.

How unfortunate.

A small huff from you earned yourself a smile from Ashti in turn, feeling them loosen their hold on you allowed you to settle your head back against the pillows- golden eyes boring into the ceiling above in thought.

Ashti still had to go and arrange the last-minute security details before lunch too.

Joy. Even less time to spend together.

But what should the two of you actually do?

"What's on your mind?" your protector asked, leaning on their elbow as they hovered over you, the sunlight bringing out the traces of shimmer you had left on their lips.

Hmm...

An idea in your mind began to take root.

"Say, Ashti, are you fond of games?"

"It depends," Ashti murmured, eyes narrowing a bit at you and the mischievous look you failed to hide from them. "What kind of game?"

Putting a mask of boredom on your face, you averted eye contact and feigned contemplation. "Less of a game, I suppose, and more of a challenge."

A challenge?

Well, now you certainly have Ashti's attention now.

Using their nature against them, you propped yourself up onto your side- Ashti mirroring the move so you faced each other.

"Tell me more about this challenge." your royal protector grinned, their eyes shining at the chance to one-up someone.

Even you.

Void, maybe especially you.

"You have an impressive amount of self-control." You admit.

A hook.

"I'd certainly like to believe so."

"Though... perhaps not enough for this challenge."

Line.

Ashti huffed slightly, clearly invested in whatever game you had concocted for them and willing to play along with the obvious trap you were setting. "I don't suppose you plan on teasing me all morning, do you? Tell me what I'm to do. for this challenge of yours."

"Stand still."

Sinker.

"Truly," The Royal Protector raised an eyebrow at the challenge brought before her. "Is that all?"

"It sounds easy," you admit, getting on your knees above Ashti and pressing a hand to your lover's chest- a gentle push guiding her back up against the board of your shared bed. "But I assure you it is anything but."

Her smirk made butterflies of your stomach, Ashti following along with your guidance obediently. It seems as if she'd play this game of yours... for now.

"Do you plan on doing something improper to me, my Crown?" Their gaze was intense- voice low and teasing, a small bite of hunger behind their eyes. And while the notion was indeed tempting, you had other plans in mind.

"Nothing too untoward, I assure you, now, remember-" you started, hips straddling Ashti as all four of your limbs caged her in; hands on either side of her- palms pressed flat against the wall.

"No moving," Ashti solemnly repeated, their eyes fixated on your golden ones as you moved in slowly.

So. Agonizingly slowly.

Just to press a kiss on Ashti's temple.

The touch itself seemed to melt away at the tension in your protector, the bodyguard clearly having expected something a little more intense.

"If you wished to kiss me, you need only ask."

Hushing her, you move to another spot- evenly spacing out each and every kiss till you were satisfied. Each time you'd pull away, hazel eyes met your own, Ashti's face simmering in heat under your treatment. Her expression wanting for more than to hide from the embarrassment she was feeling.

Still, she kept to the rules, keeping as still as a statue while you moved to each of her cheeks.

One.

Two.

Now, her nose. You also couldn't dare forget the space between her eyebrows nor the areas just underneath those beautiful eyes of hers.

Pulling back to admire your progress almost made you regret choosing this colored lip balm.

If only it was gold, then perhaps you could have seen what Ashti would have looked like if she was the Crown.

"Are you doing alright?" you ask, wanting to make sure that your lover was comfortable first and foremost and that she was fine continuing second.

Ashti's head twitched, clearly tempted to nod in response but then remembering the rules. Taking in a slow breath, the Royal Protector spoke with a clear, calm tone. "Naturally."

That brought a smile to your face, bringing yourself closer to Ashti to leave slow, drawn-out kisses on each corner of her lip before finally pressing your lips together.

A small hum in Ashti's throat was all the response you got, the Royal Protector probably figuring that kissing back would be in violation of the rules you had set.

Shame, really.

Leaving one last kiss on her chin, a wicked grin spread across your face as the real fun began.

Making a show of it, you purposefully brushed your cheek against Ashti's, leaving specks of sunlight on her as your lashes tickled the side of her face.

One kiss, right underneath her ear.

Still, she did not move.

You then turned to the other side, the sound of her heartbeat drumming against your ears.

Still, she did not move.

"You're nearly there," a small piece of encouragement- one small act of kindness for your bodyguard.

But then you turned back to the mission at hand.

Moving in at a snail's pace, you decided to be especially vigilant as you seared kiss after kiss down Ashti's neck, finding a spot against their shoulder to the rest the side of your face on.

You could see their raised eyebrow, the Royal Protector matching your gaze from the corner of their eye; lips, still glistening- parted ever so slightly.

Their resolve was shaking.

Good.

Coming in for one last blow against your protector, your lips grazed her collarbone- teeth brushing against smooth skin.

Ah. There it was.

A single shudder was all it took for you to win the game.

Mercilessly leaving Ashti without a parting kiss on her collarbone, you opted to instead take a seat on her hips, admiring your work.

She sparkled like the ocean's edge- every wave of the curtains, every beam of light shattering into a million pieces across her features.

What a sight to behold.

"Are you done basking in your victory?" Ashti laughed, a little lightheaded after the intimate encounter, and above all else- thankful that she wasn't the only one affected by this challenge of yours.

Reaching for the edge of your desk, your fingertips snatched up a small cloth- touching up the edges of your lips where your makeup undoubtedly smudged itself.

"Nowhere near done," You admitted, "but I really ought to get off of you before we truly engage in something untoward."

Moving off of your lover, you move to adjust your clothes- mind wandering to the time. You really needed to get going now before Ashti fell behind on her duties.

The Royal Protector on the other hand, finally free from your binds took the cloth from your outstretched hand- cleaning themselves of the traces of your love, the markings of their challenge lost. The speed of their movements meant that the very same thought had crossed their mind as well.

"You-," their breath was even now, gaze finding great interest with your bookshelf across the room. "- may want to reapply."

You spare a glance at the mirror.

Oh. She was certainly right about that.

"We surely have some time left," You mutter as you turn your attention to the sun just out the window.

Seems like it.

Sliding off the bed in one fluid motion, you reached for the jar settled on your desk. "Might I ask for help, Ashti?"

Quick on their feet and having recovered from your little game with them, Ashti got off the bed as well- her face now clean of all markings. On instinct, they reached for the nightstand and looped her daggers and khopesh around their belt, trailing along to your side.

She was swift to settle back into her duties for the day.

Though certainly not enough to stop her from getting some revenge on you.

Purposefully tracing her fingertips across your bare knuckles- the Royal Protector carefully took the lip balm in hand. The lingering warmth from their touch giving you one final tease- one act of retribution as Ashti purred.

"Anything for you, my crown."

#A Tale of Crowns #azad/ashti #Spicy? not really though #Fluff #Drabble #gabinggabi #A is going to be a cat no matter what- they just exhibit cat-like behavior its a fact #IM IN THE MIDDLE OF WRITING THIS AND I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG IT IS #Holy- I think i just got so excited to do the prompt #i didnt even intend for it to become this SPICy oh my #wow having now actually finished this I really just unleashed my sapphic energy out on this one... #atoc

[cishetlessfashion]

Fairycore nonbinary ace lesbian fashion for @gabinggabi

Ace colors opossum mom fairy pin Leaves capelet Lesbian colors beaded gemstone bracelet Tiger moth fairy pin Pink fairy wing earrings Adorable and ace deer sticker Asexual flag frog heart pin They them moth pin Green and orange iridescent wings Patchwork nonbinary flag patches

#trendercore #fae #faerie #wlw #nblw #sapphic

[ikeservant]

*peeks in ur blog* hello,,, r asks open? if they are, then can i ask for an ikesen hcs (nobunaga, kenshin and masamune if u can 🙏) abt their reactions towards an mc who is grayaro?? i just realized im grayaro lol tysm!! stay hydrated and eat well!! <33

Of course @gabinggabi ! And thank you! I’m happy for you. Life is a journey where we discover ourselves and the world around us, and finding who or what we are comfortable with is great and an important thing to learn about ourselves <3. Sending love to all my followers of various sexual and romantic orientations in their adventure of self discovery💗

For each of them I’m going to put 2 alternatives around the end if mc does eventually start feeling feels towards them or if mc just wants to be platonic since grayaromantic is different for everyone and there’s a possibility of either happening and that’s all groovy and either way mc is a Sengoku boss

Nobunaga - When he started to put the moves on mc after inviting them to his chambers, he could tell they were not feeling any sort of way, looking very uncomfortable. He stepped back, commanding mc explain why they refused his command to warm his bed. “Don’t take this personally, but I do not have that desire with you, or with anyone for that matter. I’d like you to respect my wishes. Could I entertain you in any other ways?” He admired mc’s honesty, for not many would refuse the offer of sleeping with the powerful warlord. “Very well then. Have you heard of the game ‘go’?” (He plays Go like a normal person, no strip go like his route). He would treat mc like he does with most of the other warlord’s routes, simple curiosity and admiring mc’s character. Would like to hear stories from mc’s time and would take mc on adventures for entertainment and to just spend time with mc. If mc never produced feelings for him, he wouldn’t be upset in the slightest, he admires mc’s free will and spirit and if it does not desire him, so be it. Would develop a sibling-like relationship with mc, feeling nice to be so close to a sibling figure that isn’t trying to stab him in his sleep. He doesn’t really have genuine connections with anybody that isn’t under his command or without political ties, so it would be nice for him to have an mc that he felt he had an equal human to human relationship with, even if it isn’t romantic. If mc did start to develop feelings, the man’s ego would inflate even higher than it already is. Would feel honored that he earned the trust and affection of mc and wouldn’t take it for granted.

Kenshin - Tbh I feel like he could be labeled as greyaro as well since it’s canon he never felt desire or felt attraction for anyone besides that one time when he was a young teen. So he already relates well with mc and mc feels glad that there’s at least SOME warlords out there that won’t flirt with the first person they see, while he feels a bit relieved that he’s not being harassed or questioned about his lack of romantic desire. It’d feel peaceful for him to just hang out with mc, neither expecting something from the other, just enjoying their presence and simply being there. Would threaten to cut down Shingen if he got too close to mc, knowing it would only make mc uncomfortable. If mc never developed attraction to him, he’d understand and not force any romantic desires onto them. Whether or not he develops feelings for mc, he would still be really protective of them and his mindset would develop more into “this person is precious to me and I do not want to see them hurt whatsoever I will fight a mountain for them”, so more like agape selfless love without any eros romantic love. If mc did start to feel feels for him and he started to feel things for them, it would be a “they don’t normally fall, but when they fall they fall HARD” situation. He would be happy that they both only have eyes for each other and able to feel vulnerable with one another.

Masamune - He would be so confused when he starts flirting with mc and offering a midnight tryst, only to be declined, saying that they don’t feel any desire to do that with anyone so he better not pursue them for that kind of stuff. The man’s top 3 list of things he likes to do is cook, fight, and bang so imagining not having any desire for the 3rd option would be something he couldn’t relate to and would blow his horny mind at first. But he’d accept it with grace and think of another way to entertain himself and mc. He’d still tease and mess around with mc in an innocent childlike way and like to have mc try different foods. Again, since most of these warlords don’t have many genuine friendships that aren’t political based which could turn against one another at any given moment or people that don’t view them as a superior, it would feel nice for him to just have someone around that saw him as the person he is and would like to be his partner in crime in general. He would still playfully flirt with mc, which he does with all the other warlords in general and not in a way that makes anyone uncomfortable, but if mc said it makes them uncomfortable he’d casually reign it back. He doesn’t get hung up or dragged down by much so mc never developing feelings for him is no biggie since he’s a go with the flow, live in the moment rascal. He’s always going to enjoy mc’s company no matter what form that takes. If mc did eventually start to feel attracted to him his flirtiness and ego would go crazy. Would playfully comment “I knew no one could resist me, not even you, kitten.” but would be happy that mc wants to go down a path they don’t really go down with him of all people, making him determined to make that path the greatest adventure ever.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen hc #ikesen headcanon #ikesen nobunaga #ikesen kenshin #ikesen masamune

[fancifulflora]

hehe.... i wanna try this,,, what would your ocs want to hear most, what they actually need to hear and what they'd dread to hear?

thanks for indulging my questions lol

Carcel Devereaux: "You're my only priority" (From their mom, but they'd have to believe it first lol)/ "You don't have to be alone anymore"/ "You're just like your mother"

Ines Santiago: "Rook would have been proud of you"/ "It's alright to make mistakes."/ "You're a danger to those around you"

Kulîlk Teyran: "You're perfect"/ "You never needed to change"/ "Arsur would have been better off without you"

Jayce Wiseman: "You're stronger than you think. Different, but as capable as Nick."/ "You were never a burden"/ "You do nothing but weigh Nick down- weigh everyone down"

Niamh Venegard: "You did your best, you've always done your best."/ "You're home now, you're safe"/ "You're the monster they say you are"

Talon Vespero: "I love you. Proud of you." (From his mothers, whoever's close to him)/ "You've suffered enough, now you can rest."/ "Nothing you did ever mattered. Nothing could have been changed."

#my oc #oc #kulîlk teyran #jayce wiseman #niamh venegard #talon vespero #gabinggabi #All my ocs need therapy and a hug lmao #i love them all tho i wish i could give them a smooch on the head #poor Kulîlk just wants to be perfect #jayce doesnt want to be a burden to his loved ones #niamh wants to feel safety and comfort #talon wants redemption and love #also i dont mind indulging you at all lol- its rare for someone to like my ocs so im real happy to be able to make content for you <3<3<3 #ines santiago #carcel devereaux #edited to add new ocs lol #all ocs

[fancifulflora]

when kulîlk wakes up im already on the floor eating breakfast bc i wake up early no matter what time i sleep lmao

Kulîlk raises her head from her soft pillows, hair a nest of tangles from her deep sleep the night prior. It only takes her a moment to notice you on her sitting pillows, eating her breakfast no less.

The dead look on her face brightens at the sight of the company, that is, until she realizes how unshelved she is.

"Spirits, pardon me!" The Crown cries, making a dash for her comb, the slight irritation of seeing her yummy breakfast devoured gone.

#my oc #oc #kulîlk teyran #character responses are shit i can pull at the speed of light please continue sending them lol #also she is nOT a morning Crown that I can assure you #kulîlk'll give you get a pass this time though bc shes looking like a hot mess #gabinggabi #oc x reader #kulîlk teyran x reader

[fancifulflora]

kulîlk: breathes

me: MARRY ME PLS ILYSM

Kulîlk's smile falters for a moment, her brows furrowing at the foreign phrase. "Marriage?" She asks, Arsurian accent thick at the weight of the heavy word on her tongue. She turns her head to look over her shoulder at the Sorcerer, shooting them an unspoken question of confusion.

As the magus leaned in to whisper into her ear, she turns a gentle gaze onto you out of propriety. Although traditional marriage as we know it was not practiced in Arsur, you could certainly become promised to another.

The mask of serenity worn so often by the Crown cracks under the weight of this clarification, a deep crimson quickly spreading across the ruler's face like wildfire as her widened eyes morphed from confusion to shock. To maintain her dignity, Kulîlk resisted the instinct to jerk her head away, though she did avoid all eye contact with you to regain composure before speaking.

"I'm unsure of how those outside of Arsur's borders may conduct themselves," The words from the Crown were sharp, though they lacked the necessary bite to be intimidating. "But one should properly court another before becoming promised to them."

#my oc #oc #gabinggabi #kulîlk teyran #does she realize shes flirting w you #maybe maybe not #writing responses in my ocs pov is so fun #oc x reader #kulîlk teyran x reader

[fancifulflora]

ive also never had olives before but i'll eat them for my queen kulîlk ❗❗

Kulîlk's eyes widen in surprise at your words, her eyes shifting to where her royal guard stood watch. Did someone say something? Did the Pale Sword?

Hmmm. No matter, she'd deal with that matter after this.

Pushing it to the back of her mind, the Crown straightened her posture, her attention shifting back at you with practiced ease, an equally practiced, gentle smile gracing her features.

"I don't believe I know what you mean," Her saccharine voice purred, the ruler tilting her head slightly to imitate confusion. "Why would I require someone to eat for me?"

#my oc #oc #kulîlk teyran #she doesnt want to lose face #spirits bless her heart #she appreciates anyone who will eat her olives tho dw #a lil in character treat for u gabi lol i see you #gabinggabi #kulîlk teyran x reader #oc x reader

[fancifulflora]

i agree with my wife kulîlk fr like lets eat the rich actually

"If only," Kulîlk sighs into her cup of tea, closing her golden eyes to take in the dark, herbal scent. "But I suppose even the Crown can have her aspirations, right?"

#my oc #oc #gabinggabi #kulîlk teyran #just give her the chance to cut off mir behram's head without consequence and she will #kulîlk teyran x reader #oc x reader

[fancifulflora]

the fans have to know

kulîlk in modern au plz 😔🙏

Lmao your wish is my desire~ I haven't thought too much bout this so let me see...

Kulîlk Teyran

Because I love Harun and Nazire, they get to be alive in this AU especially since there aren't any assassins that would otherwise kill them and her uncle, Ciwan

Moved around a lot due to her father being a researcher and was thus, home-schooled for the majority of her childhood

During the holidays though, they'd go back to their home and spend time with her uncle who was always certain to take leave from the military each year to see them.

When she hit around high school, she made the move to live on her own in her parent's house while they were off working and would have daily video calls and texts with them to let them know she was alright

In high school, she was that one annoying over achiever in class. She wouldn't remind the teacher that they didn't grade the quiz correctly and accidentally gave everyone a curve or remind them about homework though- she's not a monster.

What she was, however, is far too involved in school. Having little to no social interaction with kids her age, Kulîlk overcompensated by joining multiple clubs and organizations on campus.

She was a part of Model UN, the student council, though she balanced it with clubs that interested her- like creative writing or quiz bowl

She'd probably join a club for people of SWANA backgrounds too, like clubs similar to an Asian American club or Black Student Alliance that helps people connect with others with a similar background to them

She'd probably graduate a year or so early and join the Uni her father graduated from in a Soc or Psych major, bumping into X on their first day of Freshman orientation

From there, she'd meet A, D, and R and the five of them would become a pretty close friend group

She'd probably join a sorority too, if just to experience "sisterhood"

But after graduating, I can see her working as a counselor or social worker, something that lets her help other people and connect to them on an emotional level.

Outside of that, she'd probably spend her free time gardening like some old lady and weekends taking classes for fun

She's the kind of person who wants to go to the farmer's market on the weekend just to try out the new cheeses and jams they have and go shopping daily so she can always ensure her ingredients are fresh

Would probably continue volunteering too, though its less to be involved in the community and more because she likes animals or wants to clean the park.

#my oc #oc #kulîlk teyran #she's got that cottage core vibe in her but set in surbia/city #there are a lot of small lil things in my mind when it comes to these aus lasdljahsk #gabinggabi

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

*peeks* do u take requests ??

for now, yes! depends on the request ofc but i would love to hear them

not sure if you are talking about my writing or drawing lol but some little things:

no nsfw

angst is a grey area tbh i am not great at it but i could maybe try??

if i don't get to it i am so so sorry

usually my works don't have continuity

feel free to send in requests :)

#i mainly write and draw for things i love (bloomic atm) #gabinggabi #should i use the x reader tag #i will #bloomic x reader

[thepinkhippoinhungryhungryhippos]

heyo!! can i ask for a little angst for the bp LIs 😌 scenario isss: mc has a very dangerous job (like a spy or smth) but doesn't say anything abt it. one day, they're sent on a mission that goes bad and they're heavily injured to the point where they go into a short coma. when they wake up, they have to tell their lover the truth. how do the LIs react??

ty!! stay hydrated bestie <33

warnings: guns, injuries/broken limbs, blood violence, hostipals/doctor's office notes: idk why this took me so long, i was STRUGGLING but i do like how it turned out. i only did owl and toast, might write quest and xyx's parts later. sorry about that and the wait, and ty for requesting this amazing prompt and being so patient @gabinggabi have a lovely day hope you enjoy <3

despite it all

a single lightbulb flickered inside a concrete basement. the only sounds present were the near-silent noise of your breathing and steps across the floor. sweat dripped down your forehead as you held your pistol close to your chest. the air was so thick you could cut through it with a knife.

your goal was to free a hostage from their holder. the building was surrounded, however you were the only one inside the building. it was truly a solo mission, and a stealth one at that. you would be alright, you thought. you were a professional after all.

keys began to turn in the door. your heart nearly jumped out of your chest, diving behind whatever large object you could find.

unfortunately for you, this particular room had a corner mirror. before you knew it you were pinned to the wall by a surprisingly tough, scrawny man, no older than 30.

he kicked you in the chest, before taking your gun from you. he used it to strike you in the face before aiming it at you, backing you into the wall.

your ribs ached and your body was bruised, cheek already turning red and nose bleeding.

you wracked your brain for something, anything you could do to gain the upper hand. anything to get away, preferably with the hostage. they were the priority here, as soon as they escaped your team could rush into the house and apprehend the criminal.

unfortunately, things were not going so well.

you doubled over as the kidnapper shoved his knee into your stomach, before elbowing you directly on the back of your head.

black patches were beginning to cloud the sides of your vision. your ears were ringing. you fell onto your knees, desperately gripping into the criminals leg in an attempt to do some sort of damage.

your efforts were fruitless however. the criminal proceeded to press his foot down on your arm. you could feel it crack. he pulled back, before kicking you in the side, wringing a pained groan from you. you could taste blood and your head screamed at you.

almost mercifully, he put you out of your misery, whacking you in the head with the pistol once again, finally knocking you out.

black consumed your vision, both a pain and a relief as footsteps faded away, followed by the slamming of a door.

you woke with a start, looking this way and that. panic set in. what happened? did you end up catching the criminal? was the hostage okay? where were you?

it smelled of hand sanitizer and disinfectant. the overhead lights were bright enough to cause a headache. everything in your field of vision was a stark white. you were in a hospital.

on second thought, everything was white, except for your partner on the chair next to your bed.

— nakedtoaster

you blinked as it set in. something went wrong. you were in the hospital, your arm broken, your head aching, and bruises all over. and toasty was there.

you had no idea how long you had been out. god, you hoped it hadn't been that much time. but no matter how long it had been, your boyfriend was there, still; and if their state told you anything, it was that they hadn't left your side since you were checked in.

despite all the circumstances, a smile found it's way to your face.

"dear?" you spoke. or, more correctly, tried to speak. your voice sounded croaky and quiet, like it had been through a grater.

he jolted awake, foggy eyes darting around the room before landing on you.

eyes suddenly clear as day, their mouth hung open.

"Y/N?!" they shouted.

he immediately dove for your hand, holding it in his own and checking your pulse with the other, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"oh, fuck! i should call a nurse," they laughed; a delighted, shocked, lovely laugh.

"toast, i—"

BANG! a nurse comes into the room, drowning out anything you were going to tell them.

after hours of tests and waiting and resting you finally got a moment alone with your partner.

it felt like it had been forever. actually, you had been told it was only a few days that you were out. but hell if that had a baring on how you felt.

speaking of how you felt... well. there was a lot on your mind, to say the least.

you had just woken up from a short coma after a failed rescue mission, all types of injured and wounded. there was no logical way that you could have rescued the victim. your medical bills would be through the roof. but most of all, you didn't know how to even begin to explain this to toasty.

as they say, there's no time like the present. because in the present, he was asking you what's on your mind.

"honey? you alright?" they gently asked again after you failed to respond the first time.

"ah, um. well," you started, throat feeling much better than before.

"i haven't been... entirely honest about my career." you admitted shamefully, refusing to meet their eyes. this wasn't how you wanted them to find out.

he raised his eyebrows, silently prompting you to continue.

"i am — was? — a... vigilante of sorts. it was organized, not just some hobby. i was paid, full time obviously." you took a breath in. you were avoiding what you clearly needed to talk about. you exhaled.

"that's why i wound up here. usually i never get injured like this! this was the first time that a hospital was necessary," you realized every word that left your mouth sounded worse and worse.

"i swear i just, i got careless and—" your breath hitched when you look up to your lover's face.

their eyes were filled to the brim with tears, a few spilling down their cheeks as they inched closer and closer to you, so clearly wanting to embrace you but struggling to do it in a way that wouldn't hurt you.

the sight was enough to break your heart.

you couldn't resist stepping in, leaning your head on his shoulder as you felt sobs begin to wrack their body. you wrapped your free arm around them, holding them as tight as you could.

they went to place their hand in several different spots before resting on the back of your head, pulling you closer. they pressed their lips to the crown of your head in a sweet kiss.

you stood like that, holding each other for a long while before having a seat on the bed.

"i should start from the beginning of the mission that caused, you know," you gestured to yourself, "this."

you began to painfully explain what happened to you, each memory like pulling teeth for the both of you.

once you finished your recollection (after going on several tangents), you braced yourself for the worst. you knew he would never yell or fight, but somehow silence seemed worse. you couldn't help but fret.

"i love you, and i was so so so scared. god, i am so glad you're okay." they breathed, each word dripping with emotion.

"...well, as okay as you can be." he added with an entertained glint in his eye and a huff. it was very like him.

all your worry was for naught.

sure, you would need to talk more about this. it would take time. but it was okay. you were okay.

time had passed, you broke down, but nothing had changed.

you still had each other.

— nightowl

your boyfriend was bouncing his leg anxiously, face resting on his hand as he stares off into space. it was clear he hadn't slept well, if at all, for who knows how long.

something had went horribly wrong, and he was fretting over what he didn't know. things you might not even know. you had to do something. you went to reach your hand out towards him, before realizing you had an IV drip.

"babe?" you managed to call before breaking into a coughing fit. it was as if your throat had dried like paint on a wall.

owl watched, eyes open just as wide as his mouth. not word left him, only a long stretch of uncanny silence.

nurses rushed in, but his silence was the loudest thing in the room.

test after test followed check up after check up before you finally could rest.

rest, and finally see your boyfriend.

thin white sheets lay over your body, arm in a cast and bandages wrapped around several separate injuries.

after the quiet of your waking, you could not be sure how he would react. you knew he loved you no matter what, but you couldn't help but imagine the worst. your mind raced, spiraling and spiraling, until—

the door opened with a click, and just like that nightowl was on top of you, squeezing you so tight you could feel all of your injuries and bruises resurfacing.

"Y/N!" he wailed, hot tears seeping into your robe.

"i, i was so worried," he let out between sobs.

you pat his back as well as you could before groaning out a small "my ribs..."

he immediately jumped back, cupping your face and turning it this way and that to make sure no bruises were there before pressing an overeager kiss to your lips. your teeth clashed together, before breaking apart into laughter.

"you're okay," he gasped.

"i'm so relieved." he teared up again, taking your (not broken) hand in his.

you brought it to your lips, giving the back of his hand a gentle kiss. his mushy smile grew, before immediately forming a frown.

"and i'm so mad at you! why didn't you tell me something was wrong? that you were in danger?" he half-pleaded, half lectured, voice a perfect combination of sternness and desperation.

now your eyes were teary, squeezing his hand.

"i..." you started, struggling to find the words.

owl gave an encouraging hand squeeze back.

you began an explanation, starting with your real job and going through how you got injured. owl nodded along, intertwining your fingers part way through.

by the end he was crying again.

"why... why didn't you tell me?" he asked. he sounded more tired and understanding than anything else.

"i didn't want you to worry." you mumbled, realizing how silly you sounded. and boy, did he make sure you knew it as he lectured you.

you pulled him down to the bed, a grin on your face. he was still himself. you kissed his cheek, giggling as he stopped talking and turned pink.

"i love you. thank you for worrying about me and... for being here." you smiled, stroking his hand with your thumb.

"of course i was here!" he exclaimed, as if you just thanked him for breathing.

"i love you more." he said, finally relaxing into your touch.

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a sneak peek of a request for @gabinggabi! i am so sorry for how long this is taking me i have been busy busy busy

it smelled of hand sanitizer and disinfectant. the overhead lights were bright enough to cause a headache. everything in your field of vision was a stark white. you were in a hospital.

on second thought, everything was white, except for your partner on the chair next to your bed.

he was snoozing on an uncomfortable-looking chair, hair a mess and eye bags dark. you felt yourself smile despite the circumstances, despite everything. he was there.

#things are going to change 100% #but i wanted to put out a little blurb!!! #it will take a while but i hope it will be good?? #bloomic x reader #bloomic #blooming panic x reader