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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 2 years

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Creep- FFVII Biggs X Reader Ch.17

Warnings: blood, descriptions of wounds

A/N: Sorry it took over a year for an update lol. Ya girl’s been through it. But I promise I will finish this fic this year. There are only two chapters left after this.

The familiar lights of sector 5 came into view. They shone like beacons of hope, sparkling in the dreadful darkness. Relief washed over you at the sight, albeit only for a moment.

Crowds of people were staring up at the sky behind you, pointing, gasping, and whispering to each other; the fear in their eyes was impossible to miss. Children were crying, people were moaning in pain, and worst of all, every gunshot and every explosion carried through the air as if it were right behind you.

"Help! We need a doctor!" One of the neighborhood watch boys shouted.

Some of the crowd turned their eyes to look at your bloody, panicked group. More gasps, more whispers of disbelief, looking at your dear friend like he was some type of sideshow attraction. Some of the parents shielded their children's eyes.

There was blood, so much blood. It dripped onto the dirt below; a puddle began to form. You felt sick.

You tore your eyes away from the sight.

"Is anyone a doctor?!" You shouted, eyes darting through the crowd for someone, anyone to help.

A white coat caught your eye, worn by a man crouching down on the dirt and wrapping bandages around a woman's arm. There were a few other wounded people sitting or lying around the man, but none nearly as urgent as Biggs.

"Hey!" You shouted, pushing through the crowd to reach him, "Doctor!"

The man looked up at you.

"We need your help!" You said.

You grabbed him by the arm before he could reply and dragged him towards your friend. You shoved him the final distance towards Biggs.

He stumbled, but quickly regained his composure as he looked at the source of your commotion.

"Oh my god," the man muttered. There was too much blood, anyone could see that. He placed two fingers on Biggs' neck. You felt your own heart stop as you waited for him to say something, anything.

A woman pushed her way through the crowd. Tan skin, dark curly hair, and glasses; She looked familiar.

"Biggs!" She shouted, running forward to get a better look at him.

She stopped in her tracks and gasped, her eyes wide like saucers at the sight.

"Quick!" She beckoned, "bring him inside!"

She ushered the men into the nearest building: the orphanage. Biggs had taken you there many times before. It always felt so warm and full of life, but this time was different. The children all crowded around the windows, oddly silent.

They all turned to look as the doors bust open, a group of men carrying a bloody, limp form up the nearest staircase. The face of the man was hidden from most of the children, who were either too short to see past the men's heads or had their eyes covered by one of the caretakers.

Except for one little girl. Five, maybe six years old, who just happened to be on the stairs as the men were going up. Her face grew pale at the sight, and her lip began to quiver.

"Biggs?" She asked.

The rest of the kids heard it.

Gasps, questions, shouts, and cries erupted before any of the caretakers could stop it. Children rushed forward, following you and the group of men up the stairs. Most were pulled back by the caretakers, but not without a struggle. The children were nearly impossible for the small staff to contain, and a few stragglers made it to the second floor.

The woman pushed a door open and held it for the men, who rushed inside. They dropped Biggs on the small cot, clearly made for a child, and the doctor made quick work cutting off his bloody shirt.

Everything was happening around you so fast you couldn't keep up with it all. The room felt like a whirlwind, people rushing past you, running in all directions; it was dizzying. The doctor shouted orders to the watch members quicker than you could process them. You could hardly process anything at all.

Your mouth felt dry, incredibly dry. And every time you swallowed, the lump in your throat nearly choked you.

"Is he gonna be ok?" You asked.

The doctor didn't look up from his work, and neither did any of the neighborhood watch members. It was as if you hadn't said anything at all. And yet you waited, unable to breathe until you received your answer.

"I don't know," the doctor finally answered, continuing his work without a second thought.

Your eyes locked on Biggs' abdomen. With his shirt now gone, you could see his wounds on full display. A gash, a bullet hole, both oozing fresh blood. There was dried blood everywhere.

You couldn't stop staring at it. The sight of the still bleeding wounds scared you to death. He had already lost so much blood, and yet you were afraid that if he stopped bleeding, that would mean his heart had finally stopped. So you watched the blood, it bubbled at a steady pace, fluctuating with every beat of his heart.

Beat.

A hand grabbed at your arm gently; the woman. She gave a small sad smile. And without a word, she led you out of the room.

She closed the door quietly behind her, ushering away the children who had managed to sneak upstairs against the staff's wishes. She scolded them quietly and told them not to talk to the other kids about what they saw. A request she knew would not be fulfilled.

She turned back to you, the same unconvincing smile on her lips as she whipsered, "Let's get you cleaned up."

Her hand wrapped around your wrist, giving a slight squeeze as she led you to the bathroom. The gesture, although kind, made you feel like a child in trouble.

Pushing the door open, she led you inside the small communal bathroom. Then, she crouched down to search through the cupboard under the sink.

You took a step towards the mirror, finally taking in your own appearance. It was then that you understood why she dragged you in; you likely would scare the children.

Your face was covered with sweat and dirt, black mascara had pooled under your eyes and run down your face, and worst of all, trails of blood caked your skin. It was his, you realized. His blood was all over your face.

You reached a shaky hand up to touch it. Some of it flaked off with the pressure, the brown flecks falling into the sink.

"My name's Folia," the woman said, moving beside you to wet the washcloth. You snapped out of your trance and looked at her.

"I'm-" you started

"Y/N, right?" She cut you off.

"How did you know?"

"He talks about you all the time to the kids," she said, giving you a smile that faded into nothing as she wrung the cloth. The mention of him made both of you grow silent.

She took your face in one hand and started dabbing at the blood with the washcloth. It came off your skin with relative ease, and so did the dirt. The mascara was a little bit difficult, but it came off eventually. And then she was done.

She took the washcloth under the sink again, washing away the stains.

"What all did he say about me?" You asked quietly.

"Don't worry, It was all good," she gave a small laugh, "he really seemed to have a thing for you."

The lump in your throat grew and your vision went blurry. The lights in the room looked like starbursts.

"Were the two of you ever... Y'know, together?" She asked.

You quickly shook your head no, a tear sliding down your face.

"Hey, don't lose hope just yet. He's a fighter, a real stubborn one too."

You huffed out a small laugh.

"You're right about that," you said, wiping the tears away. "What about you? How did you know him?"

"He was my teacher when I used to stay here as a kid... more like the older brother I never had. He was the whole reason I wanted to become a teacher."

Another solemn beat of silence.

It occurred to you that he had touched everyone's lives that he was a part of. He brought joy, comfort, humor, intelligence, strength, guidance, and solidarity to so many people. What a selfless man he was, spending all his spare time and paychecks on the kids at the leaf house, like a modern day saint.

It made you wonder, how could a man like him fall in love with you? And how on earth is if fair that his life could be taken so easily?

No, You shook your head.

He wasn't dead yet. He wasn't dead yet. He still had hope.

He was in the safest place you knew of, all things considered, and being treated with the best care a citizen of the slums could ask for.

There was nothing more you could do to help him. Whether he lived or died, that was up to Gaia.

Your friends were still on the pillar, though. And you couldn't live with yourself if something happened to them. Jessie, Wedge, Barrett, Tifa, and even Cloud. They were still fighting. Even though the battle was clearly lost...

You had to go get them.

You looked back at Folia, who was wringing out the wet washcloth, and mustered up the courage to tell her.

"Look,” you exhaled, “I really want to stay and look after Biggs, but I've got to make sure my friends in Sector 7 are ok."

Folia stopped what she was doing and stood frozen as she looked back at you, reading your expression.

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" She asked, “I heard it's like a war zone out there, and the plate could fall any minute."

"I can't just stay here and wait for it to happen," you said, “They could be hurt, just like Biggs.”

Folia's brows knit together as she looked down at the cracked linoleum tiles.

"What if you don't come back?" She looked up at you, "When he wakes up, the first thing he's gonna do is ask for you."

You bit your lip, there was nothing more you wanted than to be by his side if he woke up. You'd do anything to stay with him. But you wouldn't, no, you couldn't, just leave your friends.

You couldn't shake the images of them in your head, images of them riddled with bullets, slumped against the pillar, covered in blood. Just like Biggs.

"I know...," you looked Folia in the eye, "But I need them to be safe too. If something happened to them, I don't know what I'd do."

Folia shut her eyes and sighed, she knew you weren't going to be persuaded.

"I understand. If you've got to go, I'll stay here and make sure the doctor doesn't need anything."

"Thank you," you said, turning to leave the bathroom. But before you could leave, Folia caught your wrist.

"You better come back," she said, her gaze was intense, "He needs you."

You nodded to her.

"I'll come back. I promise."

She let go of your wrist.

You hurried out the hall and down the stairs, brushing past the confused children crowded in the lobby. Little hands tried to grab at you, and little voices tried to ask how Biggs was, but you weee too quick. You made it out the door before they could get to you.

You looked up in the sky. The plate was still there. There was still time.

But then you felt something. Something bad, something wrong.

The ground shook beneath you, and a deafening rumble echoed through the streets.

Your heart sank.

You could only stand and stare as the sector seven plate fell from the sky and crumbled to the ground, in large, flaming chunks.

What couldn't have been more than a minute felt like a lifetime as you watched each piece of debris descend upon the city below...

Then came the wave of dust.

You managed to break free from your trance and run back into the leaf house just before it hit you. As soon as you turned around, the windows had become fully clouded over.

You placed a hand on the glass, trying to look past the endless sea of brown. It was pointless, you couldn't see anything, and yet you couldn't tear your eyes away, trying to find any figure, any silhouette in the fog.

Your friends weren't in there, right?

They had gotten out, right?

If there was one thing you knew about them, though, is they'd rather die fighting then sit back and watch this happen, so the answer was quite clear...

You suddenly felt lightheaded, your mouth incredibly dry, and a lead weight in your heart.

Folia rushed down the stairs, stopping in front of the window only for a moment before running to console the screaming kids.

Weird, it was only then you noticed the kids crying. You didn't notice anything happening around you. And even now, you still felt disconnected from it all. Chaos was unfolding all around you, and yet it didn't feel real. Nothing felt real.

Brown splotches were taking over your vision, and you grabbed onto the chair next to you, your hands shaking as they guided you to sit down. It was only then you realized how quick your breathing had gotten.

You leaned forward, trying to increase the bloodflow in your brain. Shutting your eyes, you took a couple deep breaths. They didn't come very easy, so you counted each inhale and exhale, just like Biggs had taught you.

Inhale...1...2...3...4...

Exhale...1...2...3...4...

Inhale...1...2...3..4...

All your friends were dead.

Inhale ...1...2...3...4

Barrett, Wedge, Cloud,

Exhale...1...2...3...4

Jessie and Tifa

Inhale...1...2...3...4

Marlene.

Your eyes shot open.

It couldn't be... she couldn't be...

Your breathing regressed back into a shallow, ragged mess, like someone or something was crushing your chest, breaking each and every rib in the process. You gasped for air, tears pricking at your eyes.

"Y/N!" A voice shouted, and footsteps rushed towards you. You didn't look up, you couldn't. Any sudden movement and you'd surely pass out.

"Y/N, you gotta breathe," the woman said, kneeling down to your level and taking your hands into her own. You recognized the voice; Folia, “Hey, look, breathe with me."

"Breathe in..." she instructed, you sucked in a quick breath, "Hold..."

Your lungs felt like they were on fire.

"Breathe out..." she said calmly, you quickly expelled the air out of your mouth, "Breathe in... hold... breathe out."

"Marlene," you managed to spit out, "I-I think Marlene was still in there."

She froze, you could feel it.

She must have recognized the name; Biggs probably brought her up all the time.

She didn't say anything, instead she sat down on the chair beside you, dropping her own heard into her hands as the full weight of the realization hit her.

And with that, you fell back into your fit of sobs, crying for your friends, crying for your family, crying like your life fucking depended on it.

#biggs #biggs x reader #ffviir #final fantasy vii #tifa lockhart #jessie rasberry #barrett wallace #cloud strife #ff7 biggs #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy #ffvii remake #ffvii biggs #ffvii tifa #barret wallace

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casuallyimagining · 4 years

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a headcanon or imagine for biggs dealing with his crush on y/n? can't decide if he'd be shy or bold 🤔

I can see Biggs being bold but easily flabbergasted. Like, if someone asks him if you’re his girlfriend, I can see him getting a little tongue-tied with what to say back. Because I think he wants to be cool and suave and funny, but he also doesn’t necessarily want his crush getting out into the world before he’s ready.

He will challenge you to so many games of darts. Neither of you are even very good at the game, but he likes spending time with you, and it’s a good way to get people to leave you guys alone for a little bit.

He knows what your favorite drink is at Seventh Heaven, and he knows your favorite song on the jukebox. He will absolutely use this knowledge judiciously to gain your favor.

Biggs is a really nice guy, and the last thing he wants to do is come on too strong. He loves spending time with you above almost anything else, so if that means that he stays friends with you forever and he never tells you how he feels? He’s prepared for that outcome.

Biggs is a worrier and a planner, which means that when he is ready to confess to you how he feels, it’s only after he has thought out every possible way to do it and every possible way it could go. He has a feeling that you feel the same way, but god, he just has this compulsive need to be prepared. He has contingency plans for his contingency plans. He knows how he should react if you respond positively and if you reject him.

He really hates to leave you for missions. Whether it’s you going (assuming you’re a member of Avalanche) or him, he is always motivated to come home safely for you. When he goes up to the plate for a mission, you wait at the train station for him, no matter how late it gets. Once, he didn’t get back down to the slums until the wee hours of the morning and he found you asleep on one of the benches on the platform. He scolded you a little that night for not just going home to bed, but he couldn’t help his heart swelling when you told him that you wanted to make sure he got home safe.

If the two of you go on missions together, Barrett always makes sure to pair you and Biggs together. Not only do you work super well as a team, but the last time he didn’t pair you two up, he had to listen to Biggs worry about you the whole night. It’s easier for everyone just to keep you and Biggs together.

#ff7 biggs x reader #ffvii biggs x reader #ffvii biggs #ff7 biggs #ffvii remake #final fantasy 7 remake #final fantasy vii remake #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #ff7 remake #ff7r

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mintdotspots · 2 years

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GETTING INTO FF7 AGAINNNN AAAAHHHH

Cloud my beloved-

Aerith my beloved-

TIFA- my beloved!

AAAAA IM GETTING BRAINROT LIKE HOW I DID SHEN I WAS LIKE 10-

Teeheeee!!!

Replaying it!

#final fantasy 7 #final fantasy 7 x reader #final fantasy vii #cloud strife #zack fair #aerith gainsborough #tifa lockhart #reno ffvii #barrett wallace #barret wallace #wedge ff7 #biggs ff7 #jessie ff7 #i can’t believe I’m getting into this again #sephiroth is baby too

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dawndragon32 · 3 years

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HC for Zack and Biggs having a s/o who loves karaoke and great at singing

! This is such a cute one!!

Zack:

Honestly loves taking you anywhere you can sing. Karaoke becomes your staple date night, and you have your favorites, but he tries to find new ones for you guys to go to all the time.

He likes to sing off key with you, just to make you laugh, but he actually has a decent singing voice himself, so you can bet that you guys do duets a lot.

But his favorite thing is when you just sing around the house. He could walk in from the worst day ever, and hear that singing and just let out a sigh of relief, knowing soon he’ll be in your arms, and be able to enjoy the comforts of home.

Biggs:

He likes listening to you sing, and he’ll go to karaoke nights with you, but he isn’t much of a singer. He sits in the booth he saved for the two of you, and he sips his drinks, and when the whole place cheers, he’s right along with them.

He does try to find new places to take you if its something you enjoy doing a lot of the time. Usually Jesse tags along, which takes the pressure off him to join in. Not from you usually, but that kind that’s like ‘they look lonely, and I want them to be happy’. Which is how you find out he can’t sing, cause the first time he did sing with you.

He loves waking up to you singing from the shower. It's soft and carefree, and usually just a rhyme that he ends up humming to himself the rest of the day.

#ffvii x reader #zack fair x reader #ffvii zack #ffvii biggs #biggs x reader #I hope you like these!! feel free to send some more if you want too.

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lancermylove · 4 years

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Sweet Gestures 2 (HC)

Fandom: FFVII

Pairing: Angeal x Reader, Zack x Reader, Genesis x Reader, Sephiroth x Reader, Cloud x Reader, Tseng x Reader, Vincent x Reader, Reno x Reader, Rude x Reader, Biggs x Reader, Rufus x Reader

Warning: None

Prompt: Small gestures that show how much they care.

The week was just getting started, and the pile of you had to finish wouldn't stop growing. Your coworkers kept bugging you, and your boss wouldn't stop criticizing your work. You just wanted to take a break, but apparently, that was asking for too much. Thankfully you had that someone special in your life that always knew what to do when you felt under the weather.

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Zack

You rested your forehead on the desk and let out a sigh. “Hey baby, come take a little break!” His cheery voice brought a smile on your face. Lifting your head, you saw your boyfriend holding two ice-cream cones in his hands. "Hurry up, or the ice-cream will melt!"

Angeal

While you were working, you heard unusual sounds coming from the kitchen. You quietly made your way to see Angeal putting away groceries. He looked at you and smiled, "Sorry to disturb you. Thought you could use a little help, so don't worry about the groceries and cooking. Just focus on your work and leave the rest to me."

Genesis

Your notifications on your phone were getting out of hand. Picking up the phone angrily, you unlocked your phone to see the messages from Genesis. Hot selfies of Genesis filled the chat thread followed by a message: "I thought you could use a handsome distraction. ;)"

Sephiroth

Out of the blue, you had received a message from your boss saying that he's sorry for assigning you so much work, and you no longer had to do it. Your phone went off while you were trying to figure out what had happened. Sephiroth sent you a message that read: "Now relax. Your boss is no longer going to bother you."

Cloud

It was way past your dinner time, but you decided to ignore your rumbling stomach and focus on work. You heard the door to your room opening, and you nearly jumped out of your chair. Cloud stepped into the room with a smile and a plastic bag in his hand, "Hope you don't mind that I let myself in. Are you hungry?"

Tseng

Your coworker hurried into your office, "Hey, you never told me that you had a boyfriend!" You looked up from your computer screen to see her holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. A blue card with silver swirls was attached to the beautiful bouquet: "Take care of yourself. If you need anything, let me know."

Vincent

You felt a gust of cold air hit your back, but you didn't turn around as this was your boyfriend's usual way of announcing himself. For a few minutes, he stood behind you and watched you at work. Your tense shoulder told him everything he needed to know about your condition. Vincent slid one finger under your chin and turned your face towards him before pressing his lips on your own. With that gesture, he wordlessly excused himself.

Reno

You decided to take a little break and check your phone notifications. Seeing a text message from Reno, you opened it to find a hilarious gif. Your sudden laughter filled the small office room. Below that gif was a message: "Remember to take a break and smile!"

Rude

You were surprised to hear your doorbell ring as you were not expecting any guests. Though you wanted to continue working, you decided to answer the door. A delivery boy handed you a paper bag and walked away without waiting for your reaction. You looked down at the paper bag to find a sticky note attached to it: "Eat properly. Your meals will be delivered to you from now on."

Biggs

You were just about ready to pull your hair out. The stress was slowly building up, and now, it was getting to you. Right in the middle of stressing out about stress, you heard a voice call out to you, "Relax, will you? I cleaned your house and cooked your meals, so stop worrying about all that. Just focus on your work, cutie."

Rufus

Your boss walked into your office and began to apologize extensively. Not knowing how to react, you remained silent, but the shocking moment was interrupted when your phone rang. You quickly answered the call to hear the voice of your beloved, "If that man troubles you further, inform me right away. To think that he had the audacity to burden my princess." When you asked him about the situation, your boyfriend informed you that the company you worked for was now owned by the Shinra Company.

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FFXV version can be found here.

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cruellae · 3 years

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chapter 2 of not interested. Cloud gets to know his new guild mates a little better...

read it on AO3

#ff7 #FFVII #ffvii remake #cloud strife #barret wallace #tifa lockhart #aerith gainsborough #aerti #aerith x reader #clack #cloud x zack #jessie rasberry #biggs and wedge #zack fair #chatfic

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leeus-writing · 3 years

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Heya, how about a Biggs fluff where reader and Biggs have secret feelings for each other and Jessie teases them? Love your stories <3

I’m glad you love my stories, I hope this is fluffy enough for you.

Just Ask

Jessie watched from a distance as you and Biggs talked. You blushed a little tucking your hair behind your ear as Biggs smiled and folded his arms. His head cocked to one side a little. You came round often delivering small cakes and pastries in a trailer attached to a pushbike. A little business you had built from scratch, and you were proud of it.

Jessie just sighed and walked down to you both, “Hello love birds,” She said with a smile as she leant over, looking at the cakes and pastries.

She pointed at a few she wanted, you fished them out placing them in a bag accepting the Gill Jessie gave to you, “We aren’t…” You mumbled blushing not meeting Jessie or Biggs’s eyes.

Jessie put a finger to her lips and made a thinking face, “Oh really because you two looked very, very close. Well, my mistake, thank you for the cakes.” She laughed and left.

You glanced at Biggs, face bright red. He scratched his head and looked away a little embarrassed. He coughed and pointed down to a chocolate cake, “I’ll have this one.”

You nodded and passed the cake over accepting the Gill. He didn’t leave, he pulled the cake out slowly and nibbled at it, shuffling his feet. You just kind of looked away and tried to busy yourself with your trailer. Slowly Biggs took a hard stance and coughed. You looked at him.

“So, err… would you, would you like a drink with me?”

Your mouth opened a little and you smiled blushing, “I thought you’d never ask. I’m free tomorrow night?”

“Make it a date? We could go top plate?” Biggs asked smiling back.

“Yes, 7pm? I’ll meet you at the train station,” You reached up and kissed his cheek.

You hopped on your bike, making sure the trailer was shut and waved before cycling on. Biggs smiled and waved back before returning to 7th Heaven. Jessie was smirking, leaning against a wall arms folded. Biggs blushed heavily looking at her, “What!”

“You’re welcome?”

“What do you mean you’re welcome!” Biggs snapped.

“Well, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten yourself that date, sooo I think some of that cake is mine,” She reached out to pinch some of his cake.

“No way!” Biggs said laughing pushing her away, “And… thank you.”

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#ff7 biggs #Ff7 biggs x Reader #biggs x reader #ff7 #FFVII #ff7remake #Leeu Writes

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renosinclairsimp · 4 years

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Reader: "Just because you're like, a zillionare, doesn't mean you can just buy me presents to gain my trust."

Rufus: "This isn't a present, it's a house."

Reader: "That's my POINT"

#rufus shinra #rufus shinra x reader #ff7r #ff7 x reader #ff7 #ff7 remake #ff7 reno #ff7 crisis core #ff7 biggs #ff7 wedge #ff7 roleplay #incorrect ffvii #incorrect ffxiv quotes

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lotsoffandomstoimagine · 4 years

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Can i request anyone of your chosing with a s/o who just stares at their others butt? Bascially like they check them out. Tyy

Ajsnsnnend yes tysm, if you wanted a specific fandom you can resend and I'll do it!

It's gonna be multifandom so watch out

TW Cursing, a dash of spice(?)

Ignis Scientia

Screams

Internally, of course

He has a reputation to maintain

He gets a really cute blush from his ears to his neck

He goes over to you and tell you that "this conduct is unacceptable in public"

Your hair is unacceptable in public

He hates it because he's powerless against you

Continue to do it and watch him squirm

Fenrir Godspeed

Y'all know this boy is gonna tease you about it so much

He knows when you do it even if you're being discreet

He's just gonna come over and put and arm around your shoulder

I would highly suggest doing a hit and run with him (slap his ass and run) because he chases you

It's super fun

It ends up in a quick game of hide and seek where you (obviously) lose

He's a rowdy boy, but he drinks his respect people juice so he's not gonna do it back

Unless you're in private or around close friends

Biggs

The second he feels your eyes checking him out he goes RED

The fact that you do it a lot means that he is constantly red

People have asked him if he was sick because of this

He's a little shy, go easy on him

When Jessie and Biggs have put a few drinks on him, however...

He's so touchy he probably doesn't notice the hand on his ass but it's probably for the best

Also does his fair share of checking you out while he's intoxicated

He really let's almost anything slide with you, after all, you're his s/o and he loves you

Cindy Aurum

Staring you say.....

I raise you one better, those ass slaps Prompto hands out like fliers

It gets you a surprised giggle everytime and it's the cutest thing EVER

She will do it back, however

It doesn't matter if she has her greasy gloves on and leaves a handprint

She doesn't mind that you're checking her out because you're her s/o

She honestly gets it a lot, and it's annoying, but it's different when it comes from you

Raihan

Why are you looking there's no ass there

He doesn't mind, he gets it a lot from his fans

He knows he looks good, but he prefers action over thought

That means you need to slap his ass to get a reaction from him

Which will be a chuckle and a pat on the head

And he will lean down and whisper in your ear for you to calm down while giving your earlobe a lil' bite with his fangs

He's a horny little shit, bare with him

Roy Mustang

He has rlly nice thighs

Will absolutely say something about it if he catches you staring

It can either be a "not in the workplace" or a "you liking what you see?" depending on the situation

Let's be real, Roy's a handsome dude so he's probably been checked out a handful of times, so he's used to it

Problem is, he also knows how to check people out

He does it in a subtle way that doesn't let anyone else know unless they're paying attention, but you practically feel his eyes trailing across your body

He's going to pay you back when you least expect it so really it's a win-win situation

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holdin-out-for-a-hero · 3 years

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Creep- FFVII Biggs X Reader Ch. 16/?

A/N: Sorry it took six months! Life is wild, y’all.

You stared at the sight in front of you in disbelief, no, denial. Biggs was slumped against the pillar's main column, eyes shut and completely still. You couldn't believe it. Just a moment ago his lips touched yours, and now, just like your lips, his skin was cold to the touch. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening...

"Biggs...?" You whispered, half in disbelief and half in shock. He didn't answer, he didn't move. And even though the sounds of gunshots and screams surrounded you, for one moment, it felt painfully silent. Deep down, you knew what this meant, but you refused to believe it. Your lip began to quiver.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!" You whispered, cupping his face in your hands, "Wake up, please! Wake up!"

"Y/N," Cloud said softly.

You barely even registered his voice over your own desperate attempts to rouse Biggs from his unconscious state. Tears were pouring down your cheeks now, falling onto Biggs' bloodstained shirt and pants as you brought him into tour arms. He meant everything to you, how could this be happening?

"Don't die on me! Please, oh God, just open your eyes!" You shouted, shaking his chest slightly. Still nothing. He was gone.

Finally, the dam burst and you broke down into a sobbing mess, pressing your face into his chest as if looking for his comfort, and yet none came with the gesture. You held onto him tight, unwilling to give him up just yet. He loved you, and you loved him, why did it have to end like this?

"Y/N," Cloud said. You heard him, but didn't acknowledge him.

"Y/N," he said louder, placing a hand on your shoulder.

"Shut up!" You snapped. For another moment it was painfully silent. Regret flooded your body, somewhat of a relief from the heartbreaking grief; you didn't mean to make things so tense, "I-I'm sorry... I shouldn't have-"

"It's ok," he interrupted.

Cloud's eyes were glassy too, just barely enough for you to notice, but you did. He had a tight grip on your shoulder, but when you had looked at him he seemed to freeze, no longer confident in handling the situation. He glanced from you, to Biggs, then back to you.

"Get out of here," he said, not in his usual aloof tone, but an awkward, almost compassionate one, "It's what he would've wanted."

You didn't answer at first, instead staring at the man you loved in his pitiful position against the pillar. He, along with the rest of your team, was your everything. And now he was gone and they were still in danger. Staring at the deep crimson puddle growing around his body, you felt the pit in your stomach grow deeper. Every time you thought your heartache had reached its peak, you were proven wrong. You tried to look away, but you couldn't.

"Cloud..." you managed to say.

"Yeah?" He replied, his thumb and fingers digging into your shoulder so tight it almost hurt.

"I don't... I don't know if you can stop the plate from dropping," you looked back up at him "But please... just get Jessie and Barrett out of there."

He held your gaze another moment before nodding. The strong grip on your shoulder fell away as he got up, and he took one last glance at Biggs before heading to the staircase.

Just as he reached the base of the stairs, he looked back at you expectantly.

"Y/N," he warned.

"Let me finish saying goodbye," you ordered, the words fell off your tongue with a tone like venom before you could stop them. He just wanted you to be safe, and you were being an asshole again. You took a deep breath, "I'll leave as soon as I'm done. Promise."

Somehow, you had convinced him. Either that or he had no time to force you off the pillar. Cloud nodded before flying up the flight of stairs and out of sight.

You glanced back at the man you just kissed, It was only a moment ago that your lips met but it felt like eons. And now he was gone... And somehow you were supposed to say goodbye and leave him here to fall with the pillar. Fate was a cruel thing...

Tears were welling up in your eyes again as a shaky breath escaped your lips. You didn't want to leave him, not like this, but you made a promise. A promise to Cloud, and a promise to Biggs himself. And if you wanted to fulfill either of those promises, you'd have to make your goodbye quick.

Leaning forward, you pressed a kiss to his forehead. The surface of his skin was still warm to the touch, and though you knew it wouldn't stay that way, it was comforting in the moment.

A small tear slid down your cheek and onto his as your lips hovered over his face a moment more. Leaning back, you took his hand in your own. It was still warm and wet with blood, but you didn't care. You were soaked in his blood anyways. You brought his hand up to your lips.

"Maybe in another lifetime," you whispered, voice rough from crying. Then you placed a kiss onto the back of his hand. Squeezing your fingers around his own tightly, you prayed for the strength to walk away.

Your heart stopped for a moment when you realized you could feel the slightest pulse from his hand. No, it couldn't be. You must've imagined it. But you hadn't let his hand go and you still felt it, weak but steady. There was no way.

It dawned on you that you had never checked the man's pulse. How could you have not checked his pulse? Within an instant, you had dropped his hand and brought your fingers up to his neck.

You gasped - it wasn't your imagination. He had a pulse. It was weak, but still noticeable. You couldn't believe it. He was alive.

You couldn't leave him. There was no way in hell you were gonna leave him behind. Not after all that the both of you had been through. But that raised an important question: how the hell could you get him down the pillar?

You took a step towards the railing at the edge of the pillar, looking over the side to estimate what floor you were on. Were you really only on floor 5? It felt like you were so much higher. You looked back at Biggs, he groaned and shifted the slightest bit as your mind searched for a way to get him down.

You knew you couldn't carry him if you tried, so the only other option you could think of was to drag him off the pillar. You felt half stupid for even proposing the idea, he was probably still too heavy for it to work, and dragging him down five flights of stairs while he was bleeding out wasn't a great idea, but right now it was the only option. If you didn't, he would surely die. You couldn't just give up and let that happen. You had to try.

You approached his slouched form and grabbed at his shoulders, placing pressure on one of his bullet wounds as you pulled his body into your lap.

Looking at his face, you hesitated. You didn't want to hurt him, and being dragged down the stairs would definitely hurt, but it was that or leave him, and you couldn't do that.

Pressing your fingers to his neck again, you made sure this wasn't a lost cause. His pulse was still there, still steady. Thank God.

Placing your hands under his armpits, you stood up from the ground, lifting his torso. You then realized that in order for this to work, you'd have to walk backwards off the pillar. Great. So, turning around and looking over your shoulder, you began to walk. Biggs, although heavy, wasn't posing a problem for you to drag... yet.

The first flight wasn't too bad, relatively at least. He was heavy and it was a strain, but you managed. His weight was slowly starting to become a problem, though. The longer you dragged him, the harder it seemed to get. But you were down one flight already, there were just four more to go.

Flight two was a challenge, but gravity worked in your favor. Your arms were growing weaker from the weight, and your back and legs ached. Your already slow paced had grown even slower as you dragged his limp body across the metal floor. This was really starting to get difficult, and you weren't even half way done.

You barely made it to the third staircase. Your muscles were screaming for you to stop, and you didn't know if you had the strength left in you to get him down. But you couldn't give up. Giving up meant death, for him and possibly you. So you made it down the staircase.

You were just steps away from the second staircase when your body could not pull him any further. You simply didn't have the strength or leverage to move his weight. You tried, and tried, but your muscles were far too fatigued to move.

Tears pricked at your eyes again as you sat down to take a break. Hopefully you could get some strength back in time before the plate collapsed - if the plate collapsed. Deep down, though, you knew it was inevitably going to happen.

So you were left at a crossroads: keep trying to drag Biggs down the pillar even if it meant the death of both of you, leave him here and get to safety, or stay here with him. You didn't like any of those options.

A tear dropped from your cheek, you didn't know what to do. He meant everything to you, and you felt helpless in that you couldn't help him. No matter what you chose, someone was probably going to die. And your only option with the chance of saving both of you was something you weren't sure you could physically do. People were evacuating now, surely no one was near the pillar, so how far would you have to drag him? All the way out of the sector by yourself? You didn't know, but it was the only way. So, even though you still felt weak, you readied yourself to drag Biggs the rest of the way down.

The sound of footsteps running down the metal stairs made you freeze in place. More Shinra troops? You placed you hand on your holstered gun as you anxiously awaited the sounds to come closer.

"Freeze!" A voice shouted. Suddenly, two helmeted troops pointed their blasters at you.

You whipped out your gun and pointed it at one of the troops, pulling the trigger then moving to aim at the second troop.

Only no bullets came out. You pulled the trigger again and again. Your gun was empty. And you had just tried to shoot two Shinra troops. Fuck.

"Drop the gun!" The commanding troop shouted, and you did what he said. There was nothing else you could do. At least nothing that would ensure both you and Biggs would make it out alive, but the odds of that happening now were close to none. And you'd come so close, too.

"Hands on your head!" The other one shouted, and they both approached. One of the troops kicked the back of your legs, forcing you onto your knees. Two blasters were pointed at your head from each side, so close you could almost feel them.

You looked back at Biggs, he lay still against the cold metal floor. This couldn't be the end, could it? If they captured you, he'd surely die. If they killed you, he'd also die.

There was no way out of this.

"Got a female assailant in custody, what are the orders?" The superior said into comm in his helmet.

You couldn't stop looking at Biggs. The blood puddle under him was slowly growing bigger. He was bleeding out.

The younger troop pushed your head forward with the barrel of his blaster.

"Head down sweetheart, you don't wanna end up like your buddy over there, do ya?" The troop said. You could feel the cold metal of the blaster on the back of your head. The seconds crawled by painfully slow as the Shinra soldiers decided your fate. If they decided to kill you, the gun was already aimed; a single pull of the finger and you'd be gone. Every breath you took, there was that hyper awareness that it could be your last. You didn't want to die.

"Mhm, copy that," the senior officer shook his head as he listened to the orders, then he turned to the other troop, "Take her out."

A whimper slipped from your lips as soon as he spoke, and both of the troops looked down at you.

"Don't worry, It'll be over before you know it," the you get one said, pushing the barrel of the gun into the back of your head. You squeezed your eyes shut.

A gunshot. Then another.

Except you didn't fall. Someone else did. Two someone else's, on either side of you. You opened your eyes, and there were the two troops, dead on the floor.

You turned around quick to see your savior. And there he was, surrounded in a puddle of his own blood. He was putting all of his upper body weight on one elbow, and struggling to do so. Both his hands were wrapped tightly around his pistol to keep them from shaking. Upon meeting eyes with you, he dropped the gun and fell back to the floor with a sigh.

"Biggs!" You shouted, running to his side.

“I-I couldn’t let them,” he wheezed, “I couldn’t let them hurt you.”

His skin, which was adorned with a layer of sweat, had lost much of its color, and under the fluorescent lights of the pillar, it looked even paler.

“Please, just stay awake for me alright?” You pleaded, taking his hand in your own and squeezing it, “I can’t lose you!”

The clanking of footsteps against the metal staircase caused you to whip your head towards the source of the sound. This time it was coming from the lower set of stairs. Somebody- or more like a group of people- were coming up. You grabbed Biggs’ gun from the ground and got ready.

The tops of their heads came into view first. No helmets - you were probably safe. You lowered the gun. Once their faces came into view, you immediately recognized them. They were other members of the neighborhood watch.

"Help!" you shouted.

A few of the men rushed forward to your side, kneeling down by Biggs. Some searched the level for any more survivors-or bodies, and the rest continued up the stairs, guns in hand, presumably ready for a last stand.

Biggs groaned in pain as one of the men observed his wounds. The man shook his head at the sight.

"We can't waste any time, he's got to get to a doctor now!" He said, and the other two men nodded before lifting Biggs up from the ground. The leader stood up to help them carry him down. Once they had a secure hold on him, they made their way towards the stairs.

"Is he gonna be ok?" You asked, trailing behind the group.

"Don't know," the leader said without looking back.

Just as the men were starting down the stairs, another set of footsteps was running up them. Your eyes widened as you watched saw Tifa come into view. She rushed towards your group, she herself frantic as she looked at Biggs' bloodied, unconscious body. The men pushed right past her, though, not wasting any time getting him off the pillar. She watched for a moment as they descended before turning back up to you, taking the final few steps to be at your level.

"Is he gonna be ok?" She asked. You couldn't even answer over the lump in your throat. Instead, your eyes filled with tears again as you shrugged your shoulders. She placed a hand on your arm.

"Don't lose hope," she tried to reassure, but it was unconvincing, "I'm going to go help the others."

She pivoted away from you, but you caught her wrist in time. She threw her head over her shoulder to look back at you, her gaze both soft and frantic.

"Please... Please come back down. I don't think this pillar's gonna last very much longer," you said.

"I will. I promise." She said, and then she ran towards the next flight of steps.

You rushed down the last flight of stairs, trying to catch up with the neighborhood watch boys. They were a little ways ahead of you, around halfway to the tunnel to sector 6. You ran toward them, and once you caught up to them you slowed to their pace as you walked next to them. Biggs hadn't moved in a while, which was beginning to scare you.

Sector 5 was a long way away, you remembered. And unfortunately the closest doctors were in that sector. Would Biggs last until then? You wanted to believe he would, you wanted to believe he would be ok so badly, but the odds weren't in your favor.

His arm was limp, hanging from his side, and without a second thought, you grabbed his hand and squeezed it. There was a terrifyingly long walk ahead of you, so you squeezed his hand tighter and prayed to any higher power that would listen. He has to make it, you thought, he just has to.

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randomfandomimagine · 4 years

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hey Trish! I followed you recently and your blog is one of my favorites I’ve ever found on this site. Anyways, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind doing a Prompt for me? One for Biggs from FFVIIR, (he’s criminally underrated I swear) with the numbers 52. “Are you tired?” 64. “Here, let me help you.” 72. “I’m exhausted..” thank you so so SO much in advance. I love you so much and I hope you have a nice day/night!

Thank you so much, you’re so sweet! I do love Biggs, he’s definitely very underrated. Here’s your prompt, hope you like it 😊

Biggs x Gender Neutral Reader

Being a member of AVALANCHE was rewarding in many ways, but right now you could only see the disadvantages. Returning to the Seventh Heaven after literally running for your lives, fighting robots and soldiers and escaping exploding buildings seemed like journeying to the other end of Midgard.

The others seemed to be used to it, as Jessie cheerfully chatted with Wedge and the rest seemed as unfazed. You, on the other hand, had to stop walking for a minute to catch your breath. Every fiber of your being sent a collective complaint as your mind begged you to lie down and rest.

“Are you tired?” Biggs’ voice startled you, making you realize your eyes had closed in exhaustion.

He had been the one you were closest to and who seemed to take it upon himself to make you feel comfortable. Sometimes the two of you even flirted. You managed a small smile in his direction, but your only real answer was a feeble nod.

“Here, let me help you” He walked over to you and, without a care in the world, scooped you into his arms.

Relieved by not having to hold your own weight anymore, you heaved a big sigh as you let him carry you. Biggs chuckled and leaned you against his chest.

“What, is that better?” He playfully asked, watching you in amusement as your head fell over his shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks...” You sighed again, now comfortably, and closed your eyes. “I’m exhausted...”

“No problem, rookie” Biggs chuckled, tenderly cradling you against him. “Rest for a bit”

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casuallyimagining · 4 years

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Could I ask for some headcannons of Biggs as a father? Thank you!

Let’s get this out of the way first: Biggs would be a great father. He has a huge heart and we know he loves kids based on how the kids in Sector 5 talk about him.

That doesn’t mean he isn’t nervous before the baby is born, though. He spends a lot of sleepless nights worrying if having a kid was the right choice, and he honestly kind of doubts his ability to be a parent. What if he can’t spend a lot of time with the kid because of his duties with Avalanche? What if something terrible happens and he doesn’t come home? What if something terrible happens and neither of you do?

But once he gets to hold his kid for the first time, he’s all in. 100% dedication 100% of the time.

He promises himself that no matter what, his kid will grow up with both parents. And yes, that leads to a lot of nights where he spends too much time planning for missions and coming up with scenario after scenario, but if it means that he can keep you and him both safe, he’d do it again in a heart beat.

You thought Barrett was a protective father, meet Biggs, who over-worries and dotes on his child to high heaven. Once the child gets old enough to go places, he starts to pack a backpack that he carries around at all times. In the backpack is at the very least a sweater in case it gets chilly, a snack, water, a first aid kit, and other things that you think are utter nonsense but he insists on having handy just in case.

Biggs doesn’t mind getting up in the middle of the night to take care of the baby. He actually prefers it, since he’s probably up anyway. No use in neither of you getting any sleep.

He reads to his kids every night he isn’t off on a mission. He’ll pick books he and Wedge loved as kids, or he’ll find a new one on his travels and sit and read for hours if necessary. Sometimes, it won’t even be bedtime, he’ll just sit with the kid and read. When the kid is too young to understand things, he might just read reactor schematics or mission plans, but he always makes sure he’s reading to his kid.

Sometimes, you’ll find Biggs passed out on the rocker holding your sleeping child. It’s very sweet, and you always make sure to pull a blanket over him and let him sleep. He needs it.

Biggs will do anything to protect his child. He didn’t have family growing up, and the only person he got really close to was Wedge. He works hard so that his kid knows that they’re safe no matter what happens.

Wedge is essentially an uncle to your child. You’ll come home from an outing and find Wedge and Biggs playing with the kid. Wedge’s cats are probably also hanging out. Your kid learns to love cats as much as Wedge does.

Your little family is everything to Biggs. He didn’t know he could love two people as much as he does the two of you, and he would give anything in the world to ensure that your family stays happy and together.

He fought hard to save the planet before becoming a father, but afterward, it’s like he has a brand new purpose in life. He wants the world his kid lives in to be much better than the one he grew up in. If that means dismantling Shinra with his own two hands, so be it.

Sorry these were kind of stream of consciousness word vomit; I kind of just wrote things down as I thought of them. Hope you enjoyed! Feel free to send in more requests--my ask box is always open!

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ladyscarlettwrites · 4 years

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WOOOOW! I have 50 followers now?! 😍😍😍 Thank you so much for taking the time to read any of the stuff that I have written so far! Also thank you for the many likes and the reblogs! 💕

I’ll try and post more stuff as soon as I have time! I watch over my niece and nephews so I’m helping them with their online schooling, so that takes up most of my time. 😅 I’m also going to go back to my old fanfictions and fix them and post them here 🤗

I’ll be posting a Daichi Sawamura x Reader fic today

But my request box is still open so if you would like me to write something just let me know! 💕💕💕

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acelucky · 4 years

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So I wrote some head canons for how certain characters would look after you if you’re upset or mental health isn’t the best. These are very generic (usually when writing I focus more on help during a panic attack or specific situations) But I wanted to write something shorter and general for now as I’m off sick from work today and feeling pretty awful. There’s more characters I’ll be posting for in the next week or two (Cloud, Jessie, Barrett, Rude & Tseng)

Reno - side note with Reno, I don’t think he’d be like this with anyone/everyone or casual acquaintances or ‘friends’. I think to get these reactions from him you’d have to be very close and a trusted member of his inner circle. (I am writing a very long character study about him at present).

Hates feeling helpless, if there’s one thing he cannot stand it’s not being able to help the people he loves. He needs to know what he can do to make you feel better/safer/more at peace etc. Not knowing this really bothers him and will keep him up at night.

His first thought will be distraction, it’s what works well for him - though he’ll admit this is a tactic that isn’t particularly healthy when he should really face issues. So if you need a distraction then he’s there to support you, but also to let you know when you’re ready to talk he’s listening.

If you want to talk about it, he’s happy to talk. If you don’t want to and just need company that’s cool too. He’ll take you out to video arcades so you have some healthy competition, or out dancing.

Long and tight hugs (if you’re comfortable with them) the kind that make you feel safe where he wants to know you’re protected and can just bury your head in his chest.

Reno’s down to stay up all night, it doesn’t have to be doing anything particular, you could just be sat on a rooftop watching the city go by and making slow chit chat.

Tifa

Tifa’s observant but also doesn’t like to overstep her mark, she’ll notice when something is wrong but will likely wait for others to come to her.

If something seems wrong after several days and nothing has been said, she’ll drop a few subtle hints like a hand on the shoulder or a reassuring smile.

Once you’ve opened up to Tifa she’s a great listener, either asking the others to take over the bar or even closing early if you need some time to talk in private.

Mixology baby! Tifa’s a bar tender and the best in the slums at making cocktails. What better a way to distract you and have some fun than teaching you how to make cocktails? It works, the alcohol is a nice bonus too! If you’re not a drinker then Tifa will come up with gorgeous mocktails to make instead.

Suggests getting ready for a night out/dressing up, she’ll help do your make-up if you wear it or brush hair. A proper pamper night before some much needed time out - or even just getting ready to stay in and talk.

Aerith

A sweetheart who’ll know when something is wrong, much like Tifa though she doesn’t want to pry though will think of ways to get you away from others so that she can bring it up.

Takes you flower picking even if you don’t end up talking about whatever has been on your mind, it’s a relaxing activity that the two of you can do together in peace.

She suggests you talk to the flowers, they’re good listeners! She’ll leave you alone for a while so you can chat to them, even if you feel a bit silly, she does have a point. Sometimes in saying things aloud you end up answering your own questions, speaking to the flowers is cathartic.

Makes the best tea that helps to calm your mind and sleep easy.

Long walks that end up at the Church if you need some quiet contemplation, she’s there to watch out and make sure no one disturbs you.

Biggs

Tight hugs and reassuring words, shoulder squeezes, sitting by your side and listening to you attentively.

Biggs isn’t one to try and force you to be happy or tell you to just smile, rather he’ll encourage you to express your emotions and not hold back. If you’re not feeling okay then you’re not feeling okay - and that’s okay.

He’ll take you out for food - whatever you want - it’s going to be three courses (at least). He’s paying.

Playing darts or pool - a little competition is a good distraction but Biggs isn’t too competitive, you’re not entirely sure whether he’s let you win to cheer you up, either way it doesn’t matter.

Offers to assist you with anything that will help to ease any concerns or provide back-up

Has plenty of tissues if you need a cry and will help wipe away the tears.

Offers up embarrassing stories about himself to make you laugh and feel a little better.

Wedge

There is nothing this boy won’t do to cheer you up, or at least take your mind off what’s worrying you once you’ve hold him what’s going on.

Really good to talk to, really good listener. Hates it that he can’t make people feel better much like Reno. But he tries hard and is pretty good at giving advice and helping you to come to terms with the cause of what is worrying/upsetting you and to process it.

If you’re in the mood Wedge gives great cuddles (and enjoys being a little silly) think tickling and pillow fights, silly faces etc. If you’re friends it’s very much a sibling vibe.

Playing and cuddling with his cats who make you feel like you’re part of the family.

Precious cinnamon roll who just wants to see you smile.

Takeout pizza which you eat back at yours. You get a large each and plenty of sides which you share - there’s no rules against double dipping.

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