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enchantedchocolatebars · 10 months

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Ooh, you do silly stuff! In that case, I have a fic request. Philip Wittebane meets a tiny Reader and says "Oh, you're tiniest Reader I've ever seen! In my satchel you go!"

Or Slade from Teen Titans is the one that finds tiny Reader and puts them in one of his belt pouches.

Is it possible to do both? I like both ideas.

Hi, nonnie!👋

I do indeed do sillies! :D

ESPECIALLY SILLY STUFF WITH BEARDO PHILIP 🤎 💕

Thank you for the request!😊

I hope this is okay / fine / decent.👍

The Satchel

During his days in the deplorable Demon Realm, Philip Wittebane had never ONCE come across anything or anyone he would consider "cute".

Just not possible.

Until today.

The bearded man was walking through the forest, his satchel by his side as he happily wrote about the "accidental" death of his most recent companion.

Their demise was truly "heartbreaking".

He might be smiling as he's writing about them, but trust me, he was "crying" on the inside.

While walking, he hears a small, high-pitched voice scream "STOP!" to which he does mid-step, placing his right foot that he had lifted up down.

The sudden screech startled him greatly.

Looking around to see where the voice came from, Philip looks down to see you.

Yes, you! 🫵

You were a tiny being. About the size of a pea. Chibi-sized even.

A sigh of relief came when you saw that the giant man hadn't stepped on you.

That would have NOT been good.

Seeing you, Philip couldn't believe his blue eyes.

You were the cutest, tiniest wittle thing he's ever seen in this hellish place.

Lowering down to your level, he starts to speak, his face beaming with glee.

"My, my, aren't you just adorable?" He coos, hearts floating around him.

You give the guy a small glare. You didn't like him.

You were lucky Philip found you to be so interesting.

If he didn't, he'd take great pleasure in crushing you with his foot and scraping your remains off his shoe.

"You'll make for a marvelous specimen to study." He reaches out a hand to grab you, in which you gasp.

You then let out a growl.

No way were you letting this, admittingly attractive, stranger take you away with him.

That's kidnapping, which was an unlawful act. >:(

You had to do something.

Lifting up a finger, you send a mini blast of energy his way. When he's hit, he begins to... laugh? You're shocked by this. How is your magic not harming him? His laughter only makes you more mad as you grit your teeth. You try zapping him again and again and again, but he only continues to laugh.

"That tickles!" He chuckles as he grabs you. You try your best to get out of his grasp. He then uses a finger to lightly tap your head.

"Adorable and hilarious." You were definitely going into his satchel, no doubt about that. He needed a good laugh and you had given him just that.

As you're about to bite his finger CLEAR OFF his hand, he gently places you into his satchel and continues his walk.

As you silently sat in the brown bag, you slowly began to realize something. You actually liked being inside it. The gentle rocking with every step the man took, the items such as a dagger and a strange disc clinking around with each motion.

It was all so... soothing.

You huffed, crossing your arms.

Oh, fine.

You would accept this mistreatment.

For now.

#(hopefully this satisfies your silly tooth lol 🦷😋)#(enjoy!)#(AAA I'm sorry i know he's a jerk and all around awful person but OMG he can be SO CUTE sometimes)#(i love him so 💕 💕 💕)#(MAN i had fun with this one 😁😁😁)#the owl house #owl house #toh #emperor belos #belos #philip wittebane #moldy crumpet husbando #x reader #writing #my writing

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amee-racle-ofmyown · 2 years

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Can I request the impossible? Suit/Unknown (you choose) cuddles 0-0 🤲

Perhaps difficult, but by no means impossible, my dear! (at least I'd like to think not.) there is only one scenario in which I can imagine this happening and I think you probably saw it coming.

Suit Saeran x gender-neutral reader | Words: 1045

‘I’ll go now.’

‘Wait-!’ You’d scrambled from beneath the blanket and let the words fly out as if by instinct, or some inexplicable, deeply-rooted understanding that this may be the last time you would see Saeran as he was now, at least for a long time. Perhaps it was the fact that he himself had said you wouldn’t be seeing him for a while, and that he was leaving it to Ray to make you happy, but there was this nagging feeling that you needed to make the most of whatever time you had with him. ‘Saeran- don’t go yet.’

He flinched ever so slightly at your sudden outburst, his face still cast in the peaceful glow of moonlight.

‘Sorry- please- please stay a bit longer. Don’t leave.’

How ironic he found your plea to be; it had been Ray begging you not to leave and Saeran who insisted you would, and yet here you were. You had always been a strange one. Perhaps to you, even the company of a monster was better than the crippling feeling of being painfully alone? He supposed that he could understand this sentiment — maybe a little too well. Some part of his tired mind wondered if this had been the key to breaking you all along. Maybe leaving you isolated and abandoned in this room for days would have brought you a fraction of the numbing pain he carried. But even then, how long would he have been able to stand the insufferable emptiness that clawed at his being, tearing him up from the inside out, without the emotional rush your presence gave him? You confounded him, no doubt, but being around you made him feel alive.

Well, none of that mattered now.

He said nothing but his eyes remained steady on you. Somehow, they bore none of the sharpness you'd seen the previous nights. Instead, as he stood bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, watching you silently, you felt a sense of the same weary sombreness that would often reside in Ray’s gaze.

The familiarity was comforting, and yet it made your heart ache.

‘Please… Can you stay a little longer?’

‘I… I’ve said all I needed to…’

‘I know, but I want you around. I care about you too, not just Ray. If you really want to leave, you can. But if it’s alright with you…’ you trailed off, shifting your position close to the edge of the bed so you were facing towards him and patting the space next to you.

He hesitated for a moment, then slowly, tentatively made his way the few steps from the open window to the bed, taking a seat at the very edge, staring at the star-speckled sky opposite you both. As he perched beside you (so close you could hear his breathing, close enough you could just about cup his cheek if you reached far enough, if only he’d let you) the mattress hardly sank under his weight. You found it odd: The preceding days he had made every effort to be as loud and as purposeful as possible, making his presence fully known as if in a constant and desperate battle for his very existence. Yet now, he barely took up any space at all.

‘Thank you, Saeran… Thank you for apologising.’

He remained silent. The gentle breeze from outside made the curtains sway and brought a pleasant coolness to your skin. He turned his head ever so slightly in your direction, but it was enough to meet his eyes. You could make out every eyelash, see the dark, tell-tale bags marking fatigue on his pale skin.

‘Saeran… when was the last time you slept properly?’

He raised an eyebrow slightly in response before you saw the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, unable to suppress a small smile.

‘You used to say that to him a lot, huh?’

He was deflecting, of course, but at least he was letting you have an actual normal conversation with him — which, now that you thought about it, was kind of a milestone for him.

‘Guess you two aren’t so different.’

‘Heh. I guess not.’

‘You can… rest here for a bit… if you want. If you really have to go later you should take some time to relax and lie down properly.’

His eyes widened a little and he shifted slightly. ‘I don’t think I should-’

‘But do you want to?’

He held your questioning gaze for several seconds. Eventually, he sighed and you shimmied over, making room for him as you leaned back against the comfy pillows, pink like everything else in this room, but now painted in a new light by the hour.

He began to lean down onto his side, a little uncertainly, and you gently guided his head to your chest, feeling his breath hitch in surprise.

‘Is this okay?’ you asked softly.

‘I-’

His cheeks were turning pink and he seemed to be caught off-guard, but after a moment you felt his arm encircle your waist nonetheless.

‘Relax.’

Under normal circumstances, he thought to himself, perhaps he should have chided you for telling him what to do. But there was a tenderness to your tone that he simply couldn't argue with even if he wanted to.

You began to stroke his crisp white locks, sometimes twirling the tufts in gentle circles around your fingers. He closed his eyes. Slowly but surely, his breathing evened out.

Several minutes passed in comfortable silence before he spoke in the tiniest voice you'd ever heard from him. ‘You’re caring for me… You always cared for me this whole time… even when I said and did those horrible things to you.’

The next words came out uneven, and you could have sworn you felt a teardrop or two on the fabric of your clothes.

‘...I don’t deserve this.’

You thought for a moment before responding, choosing your words carefully.

‘I think… you deserve another chance. I’m proud of you for taking accountability for your actions. And I know you don’t want to hurt me anymore. You deserve to feel safe and happy… And loved.’

His grip on you tightened ever so slightly, pulling himself as close as he could get to your warmth. He had cursed your scent so many times, but being surrounded by it completely, he only felt safe and calm. He wanted to inhale your warmth along with it.

This was bliss. This was the paradise he had been searching for.

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alienaiver · 2 years

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Hey so how do you think Allen Walker would deal with having a s/o who isn’t even stunned by his dark side when it comes out for first time and they find it funny and are more “ You’re usually sweet and innocent all the time, that I figured you had to be hiding something. I’ve never seen you angry”?

"Whatcha mean yer thought I was hiding somethin'?" he asks, unsure of how he feels about that fact and completely unable to stay polite and proper in his surprise. He winces and schools his expression and thoughts, "I mean, I just don't have that many things to be angry about, I suppose?"

The strained laugh he lets out makes you wince back at him, your grimace telling him he can't win with that one. You grab his hand - his ugly one and Allen feels like he’s flinching enough for the both of you since you barely even react when touching him so casually. You caress the back of the hand gently and give him a warm smile, “you can take your time showing me all of you,” before he’s about to say something, you huff out a laugh and continue, “though I do admit, you telling off the owner of that restaurant for us was really amazing! You’re so interesting for sure.”

Allen fights to have his face remain neutral upon the display in front of him. The laugh that’s bubbling out of your chest at the end of your sentence is so warm, bursting at the seams to explode in front of him and color him in your fantastic and vibrant shades. His other hand travels to hide the blush rising from his cheeks all the way up to his ears as he lets out a laugh himself, though it is a lot more muted than yours. He relaxes his shoulders and properly grabs onto the hand still caressing his knuckles, returning a smile he hopes brings you as much as warmth, as yours does for him.

He wants to overthink all of this, wants to sink into his fears and distance himself from you to hide the misstep but your casual and accepting nature lets him put down his guard. He’ll try harder to hide his dark side from you for a while yet but a seed of acceptance has been sown in the darkest parts of him and soon enough it’ll illuminate more than he can even imagine. It’s not okay for him to show you all of him, but it will be.

He’s afraid to admit it, but he looks forward to it.

#aaa hope this was alright. idk ur question made me want to write this LDJSKFNSF #what about you? what do you think?? <333 #this took a very positive/hopeful turn for me but i do believe in the power of love and allen is like. for me the picture of hope??? idk !!#THANK U FOR SENDING THIS IN THO!!!! i always wanna talk more abt dgm so pleas pleas never b afraid to spam me <33333 #d. gray man x reader #dgm x reader #allen walker x reader #nohr.headcanons #nohr.dgm #nohr.talks #lovenote: nesting-dreams 🍃✨#also your url is soooooooo pretty !!!

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cosmicangsts · 2 months

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it's raining, and the wind has not only brought wet footprints and stray leaves into the cafe, but also an odd traveler. the blonde walks up to the counter, completely unsure of what it is that he even wants, given that it's his first time here. asking for a recommendation is harmless enough, right ? if left up to him, he'll get the same boring order from every place he visits ; unsweetened black tea ( he enjoys the bitterness ) or just plain coffee. simply groundbreaking. things one could make at home, or in his unique case, on board his time machine.

" this cafe is lovely. is there anything in particular that you might recommend, miss ? " yes, it's probably due time he left the choosing up to someone else and tried something new.

✦ ( @lcfthaunted liked for a starter ! )

#🏏 ( ic . )#( starter . )#( closed . )#lcfthaunted #i love your oc she seems so sweet i can't wait to write with u aaa

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cuteallo · 1 year

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so sorry but people being happy aloy kissed a girl isn’t biphobia and you guys really need to be careful about how you express that because you’re teetering on just hating lesbians

#tea.txt #hfw #burning shores #burning shores spoilers #listen i get it i am bi #and there have been a few outliers who ARE being biphobic #but i also identified as a lesbian for many many years #and a lot of what i’m seeing is two communities who both love women being pit against each other #why not - just a thought - be happy to have decent queer representation in a AAA game instead #it’s so unnecessary to have personal headcanons affect your enjoyment of something just because something else became canon #and yes i do also see aloy as bi. look at the choices the game gives you for aloy’s reactions to advances - especially with avad #but crying biphobia while shitting on lesbians is not the move #at the end of the day we are not the ones writing aloy’s story #and it’s important to engage with it as a work of fiction #not as an endorsement of one side over another #that’s all i have to say on this because not a single soul outside of shipping circles gives a shit #and i’m mostly a sidelines shipper. i dabble in it #just don’t like seeing any sort of bigotry in the community of something i really - truly - deeply care about #it happened with another AAA franchise i will not name

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mail-me-a-snail · 2 years

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calvin, for obvious reasons, doesn't have a human larynx.

he isn't capable of speech like the humans or splicers he meets along his journey; he can only mimick the sound of bubbles through a flooded pneumo tube, or the distant whale calls of big daddies (and actual whales).

he has eyes—on stalks, of course. he can smell and taste (it's worth mentioning that he doesn't like eating in front of other people; it's not a pretty sight, when he eats).

he has the mind of a human. he's not so completely turned as to know only primal instincts.

but in that vein, he doesn't remember much from before the laboratory.

he remembers the tubes attached to his spine and ribs, monitoring his breathing; he remembers the observation tank (and the tank they'd use in the plasmid theatre); he remembers getting into the water and everything going quiet.

an audience—investors, mostly—would ooh and ahh outside while he'd be tuning them out and staring at his reflection.

for all the looking he did, he would've thought he'd remember what he had looked like.

or that he'd remember his voice; or even that he'd remember why he came to rapture in the first place.

two, then eight, years alone with stalks for eyes and a bubbling throat would make anyone forget that they had had a face once. that they had had hands instead of slimy, useless mittens—that they had once wanted something beyond leave.

#bioshock #whoa! calvin lore #calvin #raptures favorite sea slug #my writing #my post #i just 😭😭😭 i love him so much your honor #theyre so lonely and it really is just about him escaping with delta and gang and AAA

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jojotier · 1 year

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120???? I have like 10 and I already feels like it's too much 😭🫠

aaaa 10 projects is so exciting !!! :0 and probably the saner option also gvjhb

#asks #i wonder what they're all about!!! i'd love to see em !!!!#only if you feel comfortable sharing ofc chvhj #and hey there's no need to get all 10 done right now immediately !!!#you have your whole life to build them into the best versions of themselves!!!! to tweak and play and mess around and have fun #and research and imagine and talk to people and get excited and write and draw and aaa #it's just always exciting to see original fiction stuff !!!

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saintchaser · 1 year

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last line tag

(thank you @arakhnee for the tag)

James had always been the sun. He was bright, gentle and warm. Sirius was the night’s stars, a mystery that few would take the time to truly learn. The sun and the night’s stars may be different in their own way, but, essentially, they were the same. The sun and the stars, belonging to the sky, always together, a force of nature.

no pressure tags!: @fonkeloog @enbysiriusblack @mad-elia @cornishpixiez @littlequeers

#thank you for the tag sy! i also loved your pandalily one <33 pandora thought lily might be good with her too aaaa <33333 /pos #this is from the next chapter of atwfd by the way sirius' pov and i cannot wait for you guys to see it! aaa #sirius black #james potter #last line tag #my writing

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mira-blue · 2 years

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henlo I wanted to let you know I love your fics and I reread them very often!!! Probably more often than most fics!!!! You’re amazing and I hope you have a great day!!!

anon,,,,,i need you to know this made my whole day,,

omg?? thank you SO much this is so!!! AAA makes me v happy tyty <3<3<3<3

#fav #asks #anon #this means so much more especially now because ive been. sort of Not a fan of my writing #and it's dunked my motivation in the trash #but AAA this was so lovely and honestly pushes me to get back on track so YEAH!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH DUDE!!!!!!#i hope your day is as wonderful as you <3

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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I’d hate to leave you in the dark so I’ll just say who it was.

The character I was referring to in my last ask was Riddle Rosehearts🥀. So if you just happen to get a Riddle anon it will most likely be me.

(Just preparing to throw hands with Floyd when the time comes. /hj)

OOOOOO omg riddle T^T no bc don't tell anyone but the first time i played book 1 which was in jp, i genuinely almost cried. like i had to run away from the living room when i learned abt his backstory,,,,like man,,,,, the part where he was asking his mom what to do actually broke my heart- anyways yes i was an Emotional Wreck over him sjdkfsjfk

i'm looking forward to your debut as riddle anon !! it's exciting to get new character anons to talk n interact with :DD it seriously makes me smile when i get asks from floyd n jade anon so ig i'll see you soon as riddle anon !!

(also oh my god please no- i just roll up to my inbox to see you n floyd anon fighting for your lives sjdkfjfkf if you'd like to fight i'm just gonna *takes a step back* bc i'm neither magic-handy NOR strong. so i think i'll end up collateral damage- gl with fighting floyd tho)

#/trau replies #future riddle anon !!#i bet you'll do a great job portraying him #riddle's a great char #i love him sm #(at this point you know i have an insurmountable love for everyone in twst)#i'm genuinely excited to see what your debut ask will be aaa #take ur time tho #no pressure #i'll just be here writing my silly little fics

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theaterism · 1 year

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started out today determined to write and ended up passing out in a nap instead agsgd the good news is that i caught up on sleep a little, so hopefully i can focus enough to get some writing done tonight!!

#|☆| ooc #(as always thank u for your patience!)#(especially since i’ve been extra slow with work and everything recently aaa)#(i still love hanging out here and writing when i can!!)

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bitterqueenofhearts · 2 years

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9 + 21 !

Thank you for sending some 🥰🥺💕

9. Is confidence cute?

To an extent, definitely 😁 confidence is also attractive. Not to be confused with being full of yourself tho

21. Are you in a good mood?

Hhhhh hardly? I mean, I'm NOT in a bad mood but it's been crazy here lately so I'm just... In a mood. Definitely a mood.

#marzi answers #mothdruid #i absolutely love your writing btw aaa

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grismavessel · 1 year

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mmmm very light hearted ramble??

aaahh i always get very like nervous/worried when I post the fic updates because of the usual stuff like

what if people don't like it?

What if its boring?

What if what if

but like the other part of me is like

yeah! awesome! You finished another cool chapter that's gonna do cool stuff and things and yeah! woo!

and Im sitting here in a ball of both accomplishment and nerves????

#fellow writing do yall feel the same way??#like you love every part you thought of but also your scared its too cringe or something #but youre also like hell yeah i got it done and its nice and neat and aaa #and yeah?#rambles #hehehe #text

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roosterr · 8 months

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hi! i was wondering if i could request your thoughts/drabble on how the 141 would react if a mission went awful and you were left in the hospital with amnesia! like the reader wakes up and has no memory of her team🥲

if you aren’t taking requests atm or this doesn’t fit with your writing, i completely understand and you can ignore this! just wanted to say i binged your masterlist and absolutely love all your writings! keep up the amazing content <3

the 141 when you have amnesia

note: AAA TYSM FOR REQUESTING THIS!!!! and ty for reading my stuff, it means a lot!! i had so much fun writing this it's unbelievable, this concept is just so JUICY,,, i really hope you like it!! <3

wc: 2.8k

warnings: established relationship, angst sadness and depression wow i did not mean for this to get so sad

ao3

[part two]

price

✹ he would undoubtedly blame himself for what happened to you. as your captain, it was his job to keep you safe and make sure you came home in one piece, and he'd failed you there.

✹ weeks and weeks go by as he waits endlessly for you to wake up, and with every day that ends with you still unconscious, he feels his resolve slipping just a little bit more.

✹ he holds himself together as well as he can, keeping his head high and projecting confidence that you'd be okay, if only to keep the team's spirit up. they still needed their captain, and he'd be damned if he failed them too.

✹ behind closed doors, however, he's a mess.

✹ john drinks, a lot, so much that it’s irresponsible, but the image of you, beaten and bloody and barely breathing haunts him every time he closes his eyes. he locks himself in his office, away from the others and ignores their concerned calls through the door.

✹ he visits you, only when it's late and there's no one else around to hear him whisper apologies to you with a lump in his throat. he confesses to you like a sinner, all the things he wishes he'd done differently, how he'd put himself in your place in a heartbeat if it meant you'd be okay.

✹ other than those nights, he does his best to stay away from the infirmary. it’s selfish, but he can’t bear to see you in such a fragile state.

✹ he’s in his office when you wake up.

✹ the nurse finds him on his second drink of the night, and no sooner than the news leaves her mouth he's pushing past her and rushing to the infirmary. he bursts through the door, startling you and the other nurse with you.

✹ "hey, sweetheart." he’s by your side in an instant, taking one of your hands in both of his as he gazes lovingly into your eyes. it feels like it's been an age since you've looked at him, the sight of your eyes alone almost has the dam behind his own breaking.

✹ you’re staring back at him with a somewhat lost expression, but john’s so relieved that you’re here, that you're back, it slips his notice.

✹ he leans over to press a kiss to your forehead, like he's done hundreds of times before, but you stop him by placing your other hand on his chest. he pulls back with a concerned frown, finally noticing the unsure look you're wearing.

✹ the nurse briefly explains that some memory loss is common for the amount of head trauma you sustained. he should've expected something like this, in fact it's a miracle you made it out with just memory loss.

✹ "i'm sorry, can you tell me who you are?" you ask meekly, looking back at him with an apologetic look in your eye. you look guilty, like it's your fault this happened and not because of his own shortcomings.

✹ john's heart sinks at your words, but he's careful not to show it. amnesia can be temporary, he knows that, he just has to jog your memory.

✹ "i'm john," he smiles as warmly as he can through the panic in his chest, lifting his left hand to show you the wedding band on his finger, "your husband."

✹ your jaw falls open, your eyes wide as you look between the ring, his face, and the nurse behind him, who simply nods in confirmation of the captain's words.

✹ "you're…" you mutter, disbelief taking over your voice, "my husband?"

✹ you take his left hand in yours, bringing it closer to your face and examining the wedding band, a tiny smile pulling at one corner of your lips.

✹ "yes, love," his chest rumbles with a chuckle, grasping your left hand and showing you the matching band on your own finger, "we're married."

✹ "seriously?" you ask, comparing the rings on your fingers and looking back up to him with an almost comically surprised face. john nods again, his moustache tilted with an amused smile.

✹ "been together for nearly seven years."

✹ "how the hell did i convince you to marry me?" you mutter. at that, he lets out a real laugh, bringing your hand up to his lips and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.

✹ "think i should be the one askin' that question."

gaz

✹ kyle takes it harder than anyone.

✹ he visited you once, at the first opportunity when you were stable enough to not require constant observation, but the sight ruins him. you looked so weak, nothing like how you should; your cheeks were sunken and your skin has a sickly sheen to it, and there was nothing he could do to help you.

✹ he couldn't stand it.

✹ he becomes so easily irritated, a hair trigger just waiting to snap. the others want to help him, but he won't let them get close enough to try. any mention of your name has him shutting down, leaving faster than they can finish their sentence.

✹ he barely sleeps, spending most nights curled up in your bed with his tears soaking your pillow. he surrounds himself with your clothes, things that smell like you, but your scent eventually fades and he just feels so alone without you.

✹ price finds him like that one night, sitting on the floor with his back leaning against your bed after throwing up from crying so hard. he hauls kyle up by the collar of his shirt, and forces him to meet his stern eyes through the tears.

✹ "pull yourself together, garrick! they need you to be strong for them, how d'you think they're gonna feel when they wake up and see you like this?"

✹ after that it's like the spell is broken, and he realises just how pathetic he's been acting. in the weeks you've been out, he's only visited you – his partner – once. you'd never forgive him if you knew.

✹ from that night onwards, he visits you at least once a day, filling multiple vases around your bed with beautiful flowers and making sure they never wilt.

✹ he got 'get well soon' cards for you too, having each of your teammates, and even kate, sign one to decorate your room.

✹ you wake up surrounded by life and colour, physical evidence of how much he loves you that puts a smile on your exhausted face, even if you don't know who left them.

✹ he's off base when you wake up, picking up a fresh bouquet for your room. his phone rings as he's leaving the florists, and as soon as he hears the nurse's voice he's sprinting back to his car, throwing the flowers onto the passenger seat and racing back to base.

✹ he bursts through the infirmary doors to see you standing with the help of the nurse, your legs wobbly but your face determined. he almost breaks down in the doorway.

✹ when you look up and meet his eyes, he feels his heart stutter in his chest. he rushes towards you, the new bouquet slipping from his fingers, and almost knocks you off your feet with the how hard he embraces you.

✹ you let out a small 'oomph' as he squeezes you, hesitantly wrapping your own arms around his torso. he sniffles into your shoulder, a few tears wetting your shirt despite his attempts to hold them back.

✹ "hey, uhm…" your voice reaches his ears, hoarse with disuse, "are you okay? what's your name?"

✹ "what?" kyle lifts his head, pulling back to mirror your confused gaze. "babe, what're you on about?"

✹ the nurse pulls him aside, leaving you sitting on the edge of your bed as she explains your amnesia to him.

✹ you really didn't remember him. his heart withers in his chest, the pain of losing you all over again spreading to the ends of every limb.

✹ "no, no no no–" he mumbles, stumbling back over to where you sit and cupping your worried face so gently, like you'd break if he was too rough. "please, love, you have to remember"

✹ you cover his hands with your own, a few tears falling from your eyes and rolling hot against kyle's palms. "i'm sorry, i want to remember, but…"

✹ "please, i love you…"

soap

✹ johnny spends every free moment at your bedside.

✹ he talks to you, tells you stories about everything that's happened since you've been asleep; the time ghost burnt dinner and set the fire alarms off, a robin that landed on the windowsill of your shared room, anything that comes to mind.

✹ sometimes he plays your favourite songs, sitting on the end of your bed softly humming along, praying that you'll hear it and come back to him.

✹ most often though, he draws you. he fills page after page of his sketchbook with sketches of you; the peaceful look on your face as you lay next to him, memories from before the accident, the two of you together – though he always puts infinitely more detail into you than himself.

✹ similarly to the captain, johnny stays positive about your condition, refusing to even entertain the idea of you not waking up. he's optimistic, and so good at hiding the anguish of being without you that even ghost is fooled by his facade.

✹ he won't let the others worry about him. you're the one in the hospital, you're the one that deserves their sympathies, he has to stay positive for everyone so they don't worry, so you have something familiar to come back to when you wake up–

✹ in reality, he's living in denial. he's on the verge of a steep mental nosedive, and if he looks past his delusions for even a second, he's afraid he'll spiral into a pit he won't be able to claw his way back out of.

✹ so he continues to live like that. he has one-sided conversations with you, going on for hours as if you're talking back to him. he brings you your favourite meal when the mess hall makes it, putting it on your bedside table so you can reach it and clearing it up the next day when he comes back.

✹ when you eventually, finally wake up, he's already there with you.

✹ it was late, and against the nurse's wishes he'd climbed into your hospital bed with you, an arm around your shoulder holding you close his chest while his other hand doodles away in his sketchbook.

✹ you let out a small sound and shift against him, and his heart skips a beat under your ear at the realiseation that you're back.

✹ any lingering tiredness immediately disappears from his mind, as he throws his sketchbook carelessly onto the side table and wastes no time in gathering you up into his arms and bringing you into a crushing hug.

✹ a groggy, surprised noise leaves you, the sound of your voice lighting up johnny's face with a smile so wide it aches. he loosens his hold just enough to hold the side of your head with one hand, gazing into your eyes like you were the only person in the world.

✹ "there y'are, bonnie, i missed you so much,"

✹ he presses his lips to the top of your head, his eyes glassing and his heart full with how relieved he is that you're awake.

✹ "...what's going on?" you mutter, your eyes darting all over his face and to the room around you with a confused furrow in your brow.

✹ "lemme call the nurse," he replies with an easy, comforting smile, reaching somewhere behind him for the call button.

✹ while you wait for the nurse, he helps you sit up, adjusting the pillows behind your back so you can sit comfortably, all the while rambling about everything and nothing all at once.

✹ "you should've seen gaz's face, darl, it was priceless–"

✹ "i'm sorry, i… i dont remember you…"

✹ nothing has ever shut him up quite as effectively as those words.

✹ "wh… what? stop messin' about, bonnie," he chuckles, desperately searching your eyes for the humour that was missing. when you only shake your head in response, the smile fades from his face and quickly morphs into concern.

✹ "sergeant mactavish, how many times do i have to tell you to get off the bed!" the nurse exclaims as she enters the room. he doesn't get down though, just fixes her with the most intense look he's ever worn.

✹ "why don't they remember me?"

✹ the nurse explains that an injury like yours was bound to cause some lasting damage, but amnesia was more often than not temporary.

✹ "i'm sorry, i wish i could remember you…" you mutter, dropping your gaze to your lap as he turns back to you.

✹ johnny exhales deeply, finding a great sense of comfort that you'll most likely get your memory back. he gently tilts your chin up again so he can stare deep into your eyes.

✹ "don't apologise, that just means i get to woo you all over again, bonnie."

ghost

✹ simon would be destroyed.

✹ while you're knocked out its like he forgets how to be human. he eats, sleeps, and breathes on autopilot – like a robot with a function, no feeling, just keeping himself alive until you wake up.

✹ it worries the others, price especially, but the walls around his heart are expertly crafted, and without you by his side he sees no purpose in lowering them.

✹ when you do wake up, the first thing you see is him, sitting at your bedside with his hand enclosed around yours. his eyes are closed, but he's still very much awake, in fact he finds himself unable to rest anywhere but in the chair by your side.

✹ the way you try to pull your hand from his brings him back to the present and alerts him to your consciousness. his eyes snap open in less than a second, already glassy with the pure relief he feels now you're back.

✹ but you're looking at him differently. where there would once be soft affection, now he can only see confusion, and worst of all, panic.

✹ and there's fear in how your shoulders bunch up, but simon tries his best to ignore that thought.

✹ "hey, you're alright, darlin'," he coos, as gentle as he can manage, pushing the rising dread to the back of his mind.

✹ he presses the button to call the nurse, letting go of your trembling hand bringing it up to your shoulder. your worried gaze flicks to his arm and back to his face, which makes him pause in his tracks.

✹ "who… who are you?"

✹ simon's waited so long to hear your voice again, but hearing those four words from you shatters his heart into pieces.

✹ no.

✹ you didn't forget him. there was no way.

✹ "it's…" he swallows hard, blinking rapidly to hold back the tears threatening to fall. "it's me, love, it's simon."

✹ you're still looking at him with that same anxious expression, and he curses himself when he realises he's still wearing his balaclava. he practically rips it from his head, dropping it to the floor without a care for where it fell.

✹ your eyes study his bare face, tracing over every crease and scar, the mess of hair on top of his head, and finally landing on his desperate eyes.

✹ "i'm sorry, i…" you look guilty, the subtle shake of your head hurting simon like a knife to the chest. "...do i know you?"

✹ the silence that follows your words is unbearable.

✹ you really did forget him.

✹ all the time you'd spent together, the memories you shared, the love you had; it was all gone, just like that.

✹ suddenly he felt like the walls were closing in on him, he couldn't get enough air and his skin was crawling with the need to escape.

✹ at that moment, the nurse comes through the doors, startling simon into standing from the chair and stumbling backwards. he never takes his eyes off of your guilt-ridden face. you didn't know him, not anymore, and that meant he was all alone again, with no one to care for him and call home.

✹ the emptiness in his chest was enough to make him want to rip the hair from his scalp.

✹ the nurse says something, stealing your attention from him with words he's too overwhelmed to listen to. he takes the opportunity to back away, disappearing through the doors with a hand covering his mouth, fighting the urge to throw up.

✹ it was a miracle to two of you got together in the first place – simon didn't know if he could get you to love him again.

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regarding bff gojo, (sorry if this is insane) but can i request a bff gojo x fem!reader x random girl where they have a 3sum but gojo eventually just ends up paying attention to reader bcs he’s IN LOVE W HER ??!

⋆ mdni. bff gojo satoru. basically all things that happen in a threesome: Satoru, you and the girl make out w eachother, fingering, creampie ( to reader ). AAA NOT INSANE AT ALL I GOT BUTTERFLIES READING YOUR ASK 🫶.

⋆ tried this w a different writing style aaa idk how to feel. anyways... let me know what u think.

sometimes you wondered what Satoru’s hidden skill was, to make you fall so easily into his schemes. was the puppy eyes he gave you, adding how he wanted to spend more time with his adorable best friend? following the logic that Satoru even texted you from the toilet, separation anxiety perhaps. he was blunt and direct, that’s a fact, but you did not expect for your him to suggest a threesome all of a sudden, sure, you had sex once but you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the fact that Satoru was already planning a second time.

the girl sitting in his bed is quite pretty, and oddly similar to you, with the same hair, skin tone and body shape, it was kind of scary at first, but you brushed it off considering it was a mere coincidence. yet Satoru looks utterly excited, almost bouncing off the walls as his eyes trail from you to her, and again until someone speaks.

“come here” he gruffs, your best friend’s voice is already husky and deep with desire, tapping his thighs in a silent invitation for you to join as where his hands caress the other girl’s sides, he’s cupping her breasts but his eyes remain on you, “you’re gorgeous” it’s a whispered word that Satoru speaks with his gaze still locked in yours, swiftly shifting to her eyes as to make her feel as if the compliment was for the both of you, Satoru knows it wasn’t.

and he tries, of course he tries to give you the same eagerness, but you look so fucking sexy perched on his lap, helping him get the other girl’s shirt off and he wishes it was your hands on him instead.

“Satoru” you breathe out his name, —a slight warning for him not to let the girl out after he spent the last minutes making out with you—, and he looks at you like you’re water in a desert, lips red and puffy from the intense kissing. with a brief nod he turns to her, pressing kisses on her chest and up her throat, licking on the skin before hesitantly kissing her lips, from your position on your sides, you could see Satoru’s eyes open, slightly turning sideways to look at you again.

you chuckle softly, finding his behavior slightly adorable, like a puppy looking for approval. carefully you approach him, deciding to press kisses on his neck at the same time Satoru groans and the girl whines, his eyes fluttering close at the intoxicating sensation of your lips, making him messily stain the front of his boxers with precum.

a couple of minutes pass until you’re all naked, Satoru having placed you next to her as you gently kiss, and in any other situation, he could have found the sight incredibly hot, but he can’t ignore the pang of jealousy in his chest. why aren’t you kissing him?

“you taste so good” the girl smirks looking at you, and Satoru’s brow twitches, she licks her lips seductively, almost fully ignoring the man’s presence currently kneeling between your bodies.

“you too” you speak with your face burning, and your best friend can’t take it anymore, leaning down to kiss you himself, almost fucking your mouth with his tongue; from behind the messy sound of your lips clashing you hear a whimper, looking from the corner of your eyes how she touched herself at the sight, biting her lip for a fleeting second before Satoru is tilting your jaw roughly, forcing you to focus in him.

Satoru’s hand is quick to find her dripping cunt, plunging a finger that quickly turns into two to keep her busy, moaning as if it’s the best thing that has ever happened to her, all to make you spread your pretty thighs and allow the dripping head of his cock to press against your pussy, if he kept on just kissing you, he would have cum all over your belly.

“so good, baby” he groans, eyes darkened and dilated pupils looking down at you as his cock stretches you out, you could see the way his breath hitched in his throat with each inch engulfed in your warm cunt; it’s a mess of lewd noises, from the girl’s moaning to your whines and Satoru’s grunts as he fucked you both, occasionally she raises up, attempting to caress his naked body towering over yours, but your best friend only slides his fingers deeper and harder inside her pussy, making her whine and lean down on the bed again, giving him enough space to suck on your tongue and swallow your moans that are only meant for him.

you can’t help and feel dizzy at the way Satoru looks and fucks at you, grinding his hips down so perfectly you’re sobbing in pleasure, and, for a moment, you’re left speechless when he forces your knees up his shoulders, fucking you so deep you couldn’t help and cry out, digging your nails on his back. that’s all Satoru needs.

a whimper of protest is heard, you are trying to raise your head but he’s quicker, cleaning his hand off her slick in the sheets before using both thumbs to press down your forehead, keeping you pinned as his body engulfed you fully, forcing you in a mating press with his mouth tasting your screams and your pussy swallowing the whole girth of him down the base, messily creating a sound where his hips roughly smacked against your ass.

you wondered if he always fucked like that, but the stimulation on your clit rubbing on his pelvis, g-spot tortured by the fat tip of his cock and nipples continuously rubbing against his hard chest made you forget about the rest.

“fuck, sweetheart” Satoru lets out a broken moan, half surprised half as if he was in pain at the sight of your almost rolled back eyes, mouth hanging open in desperate cries at the same time your pussy fluttered wildly. “you’ll make me cum so hard, this pussy was made just for me” he groans, not stopping his thrusts even if you gasp and cream his cock, he’s almost drunk, his own eyes threatening to roll back at the flutter of your cunt, begging for his cum.

a few more thrusts and he’s cumming deep into your pussy, with a sharp groan that makes you shudder. “’Toru... where is...?” you attempt to ask, but Satoru couldn’t care less, leaning down to kiss you without replying, but instead humping your pussy slightly, testing the waters if you’re ready for another orgasm.

“dunno” he swallows, uninterested, licking down the path of your throat and jaw until his nibbling on your collarbone, “can I fuck you again?” he begs, and there are the puppy eyes Satoru always gives you when he wants something, and how can you refuse when your best friend is so cute.

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