#his turtleneck is also an added bonus

[falling-violet-petals]

I spent the last two weeks reading every single witch hat atelier chapter (except for 77 which was published yesterday lol) and it has consumed my entire life.

I am obsessed with Qifrey just the idea of a really sweet professor who is also very morally grey and has a very dark past taking in all these traumatized little girls as his witch apprentices to protect them from the same experiences he went through and being so so understanding of their experiences and emotions and worrying about them and never pushing them to do things they don't want to do and letting them experiment as much as they want while providing guidance when they need it. And especially his relationship to Coco with how strongly she resembles his younger self and how they parallel each other but this time as her professor he is trying to keep her away from the pain he suffers and he's trying to make Coco have hope in magic in a way that he himself doesn't have. And the way he acts towards the girls actually makes them trust him SO much like (spoilers) Coco has been keeping the whole Custas ordeal a secret at the request of Tartar but in the more recent volumes she has finally decided to tell Qifrey because of how much she trusts him and Qifrey not only patiently listened to her and allowed her to do what she wanted even though it was dangerous because he knew how important it was but he also actually wanted to help Custas and was willing to talk to him instead of immediately fighting him for doing forbidden magic like the other adults (sorry Lulucy). And like idk it's weird because I'm used to seeing characters that are morally grey like him but to having a character like that just be such a genuine and good teacher/father figure. And granted he actually does have selfish reasons to want to have Coco as an apprentice and that's a big part of what makes him morally grey but a great thing about it is that he doesn't actually let these reasons change the kind of father/daughter or professor/apprentice relationship he has with her like he doesn't treat her any differently than his other apprentices and he very much cares about her beyond just being a lead to the brimhats and he constantly shows it with his actions.

Also his relationship to Olruggio is also so perfectly contradictory. Like you can't convince me they aren't in love. Personally unlike some of the fandom that likes to say they are just married but haven't said it I like to believe that they are both in love and are vaguely aware of the fact that the other likes them back but Qifrey refuses to confess because he doesn't think he deserves it for obvious reasons and he also thinks Olruggio would realize his intentions even sooner if they were romantically involved and Olruggio on the other hand is so used to Qifrey's secrets and dodgy personality and refusal to talk about serious things that he's afraid if he confessed Qifrey would just completely shut him off (we all know he would actually do something worse but shh 🤫). But even without the shipping if you just (for some reason) see them as friends there is still so much to say about their relationship like Olruggio clearly cares so deeply about Qifrey that he spent his childhood with him and then moved with him to his atelier and still lives with him after all the crazy things Qifrey pulls off (like spontaneous adoption) and he also forgives Qifrey for everything no matter what and (spoilers for chapter 40) still Qifrey (who is very much still affected by his trauma on the daily) is so closed off that he is not able to accept all of this affection and acceptance that Olruggio is willing to give to the point that Qifrey is actively harming him and violating his personhood by erasing his memories whenever he finds out about Qifrey's search. And like... the fact that Qifrey is so traumatized that in "self-defense" he's turning around and doing the exact thing that traumatized him to the person he loves most and the fact that Olruggio loves him so much that he would be willing to forgive even this... I don't even know what to say anymore because they just make me want to scream.

Anyway yeah I like Qifrey a normal amount I swear

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

DEAR SPRING, STAY FOREVER ; SATORU GOJO, SUGURU GETO, SHOKO IEIRI

synopsis; just another mellow breakfast shared between you and your partners. (you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of them.)

word count; 3.8k

contents; sashisu/reader (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, all of u are whipped, lots of petnames, literally just breakfast fluff, it ended up kinda sugucentric on accident (not my fault btw he just really loves making breakfast for u that’s on him), also ended up kinda sappy at the end (that’s on me), implied no curses au, they’re in their twenties but it isn’t specified, everyone is eepy and in love <33

a/n; a little breakfast fic bc i love mornings and i love them :33 (tagging my beloved sashisu soldiers @catchuuu @staryukis i am making breakfast for both of u btw ☕️🥞) pls listen to spring thief by yorushika it’s the most sashisu song ever

as always, suguru is the first of you to make it into the kitchen.

he’s humming. it’s soft, a low lull of his voice, beckoning you closer like the call of a siren. sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, fiddling with a pan, sizzling and simmering and breathing in the scent of pancakes; it pairs well with the espresso steam from the coffee pot to his right, the vase of hydrangeas by the windowsill.

it’s a sunny morning. the perfect setting for the start of your day, an atmosphere you can savour, like the gradual sipping of your soon-to-be morning cup of coffee. somewhere outside your vision comes a morning symphony, chirps and songs by cicadas and robins. splotches of sunlight splatter against the windows, the kitchen table, the floorboards — illuminating the man in front of the stove.

something in your chest constricts, when you look at him. a tenderness uprooted, a fondness watered and trimmed, a hungry plant only satiated at the sight of this; the back of his head, raven locks cascading down his broad shoulders in obsidian waves, hair put up into a lazy half-down bun. a little messy, a little too breathtaking for words. wearing a black turtleneck that hugs his waist just right.

you should be used to it, by now. suguru has always been an early bird, always the first to rouse from his slumber, only ever contended by shoko and her occasional bouts of sleep-deprivation. he’s always waiting for the three of you, just like this — in front of a sizzling pan, adjusting his glasses by the kitchen table, cooking or reading or simply reminiscing. content to stir in the peace and quiet of the morning hours, before the world wakes up. 

and he’s always taken to preparing breakfast for the four of you, always ready to greet you with a smile and a cup of freshly made cappuccino. he enjoys taking care of you, all three of you. always has.

(it wasn’t any different back when you were kids. suguru was always the first one in the dormitory’s kitchen, messing with the rusty french press or making a grossly bitter smoothie for himself. he was snarkier, more roundabout — but no less thoughtful. grumpy little shoko would always get the last bitter pumps of espresso, and sleepy little satoru would get a french toast if he asked nicely enough. and you? 

you got to see them, be with them. that alone would’ve been enough. the steaming cup of cappuccino left on the kitchen counter — a little too tailored to your taste to be a mere coincidence — was always nothing more than an added bonus.)

the soft humming falters, for no more than a beat or two. suguru shifts his weight from one foot to the other, and suddenly you can’t resist the temptation.

with clumsy steps, heavy feet weighed down by a sleepy sense of numbness, you stumble towards your target. it’s a familiar waltz, five steps to reach him, a warmth that spreads throughout your body in tandem with the curl of your arms around his waist. slumped against him, cheek squished against his upper back, you hold your breath.

silently, you wait. one, two, until you hear the familiar roll of his breath; a delighted little sigh that slips from his parted lips.

when suguru cranes his head to get a glimpse of you, his amber eyes are leaking adoration. a sense of liveliness, a joyous spark — like a firefly, the flicker of a rusty lighter. he looks well-rested, dark circles long faded, only the dimmest remnant of them still visible beneath his eyes. 

he holds your gaze, steady and kind, and then he’s leaning forward; eager to press his lips against your waiting forehead. glasses slipping ever so slightly down the bridge of his nose. the kiss is chaste, familiar. warm, warm, a faint heat that simmers in your chest, a tiny firework of a feeling. even the metal of his piercing feels warm on your skin. 

you melt into his spine, fingers searching for a pair of hands that find yours first — his thumb rubbing tender circles over your forearm. practiced, memorized, that familiar waltz of motions. he lingers against your skin, breathing in satoru’s favorite strawberry shampoo. you’ve been stealing it for weeks now. 

suguru’s lips curl up into something amused, still not quite willing to part from you. 

but then he does. turning towards the stove, reaching for the coffee pot with one hand, the other securing your own and lacing your fingers together. he gives them an affectionate squeeze, still resting on his lower stomach. a silent greeting that he always ends up voicing anyway.

”g’morning, love,” he croons, a little raspy, but sweet and nice. honeyed and deep, sending pleasant shivers down your spine. you hear him pour something into a cup. ”how did you sleep?”

all you can give him is a tired grunt, stretching your limbs out, blinking sluggishly to shoo away the drowsiness. suguru knows what to expect; he simply smiles, endeared, pouring steamed milk into your favorite cup. with a clink of his spoon against the ceramic, he adds the foam, stirring it carefully.

then he’s shifting his weight, angling his face towards yours, and pressing the rim of the cup against your lips — not before blowing on it gently. he watches as your eyelids flutter, waiting for the hum of contentment he’ll hear once you have your first sip. and he gets it. the rich aroma stirs you into a more awakened state, and a single taste of the creamy foam has you standing up a little straighter, humming in sleepy delight. suguru smiles, crow’s feet hidden behind his glasses. 

you accept the cup with a grateful squeeze of his palm, and he makes sure it’s steady in your hold before he faces forward again. another sip, and your throat feels a little less dry, your mind a lot less sluggish. so you answer his previous question. 

”… slept well,” another tiny sip. it’s hot, warming you up from the inside. ”i would’ve preferred waking up to you, though...”

a low chuckle bubbles up in your boyfriend’s throat. it makes you want to pout, but you smile instead. traitorous lips. 

he’s looking at you again, unable to help himself, reaching over to brush some loose strands of hair away from your face. ”aw, ’m sorry,” he coos, teasingly, sickeningly sweet. ”but then you wouldn’t have woken up to a fresh cup of coffee, hm?” 

now you really are pouting. he shifts, until you're standing chest to chest, and kisses it away. twice, for good measure. he must be in a good mood.

he usually is, at this time of year. when the air starts smelling of honeydew and snowdrops, and he’s awoken by barking dogs, luscious sunbeams splattered on soft bedsheets, the pitter patter of sudden spring rain. when the apricot trees outside your apartment complex begin to bloom; a flurry of sickly-white kisses pressed against your windows, sticking to the locks of your hair. it gives him an excuse to run his fingers through it. even when shoko whines for him to cut it out, and satoru purposefully shakes the branches to make the tiny white petals even harder to find. he must like having his hair ruffled like a misbehaving dog. 

they make suguru sigh and sigh, exasperated, but there’s always a smile waiting somewhere out of view. he’s not very good at hiding it.

(he likes the apricot trees. likes watching them change shape, colour, likes waiting for them to wither and blossom and turn into fruit.

once they’re ripe enough to pick, i’ll make marmalade for us.)

the morning waltz continues. while suguru continues to flip his pancakes, you sleepily decide to set the table. fondness erupts behind his eyelids at the gesture, small as it is. you stand on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelf, just to grab satoru’s favorite mug; one you all got him for his 19th birthday, a heartfelt message of world’s okayest boyfriend etched into the front. it was meant to make him pout and whine, but you’ve never seen him drink out of anything else at home.

you place the cup on the table with a soft thunk, along with plates and cutlery. suguru has already brought down a cup for shoko, seated on the kitchen counter next to him, soon to be filled with the same rich espresso he always drinks. he’s waiting until she joins you both, so it doesn’t end up going lukewarm. there’s nothing shoko hates more. you can practically hear that grumpy scoff, see her cute little frown.

your sleep schedules differ from day to day. suguru is always up early, satoru always sleeps in. shoko fluctuates between the two. you usually end up rousing from your slumber whenever the bed starts feeling a little too empty — a fact you doubt they’ll ever quit teasing you about.

that differs from day to day, too. sometimes you sleep with suguru, sometimes the other two, sometimes all three. you have your separate rooms, but always end up with your limbs intertwined one way or another; even if one of you comes home late or falls asleep on the couch watching tv. satoru can’t sleep without hugging someone, and suguru can’t fall asleep unless he knows you’re all sleeping well. shoko isn’t picky, but you know she feels safest when she’s linking elbows with you, or touching pinkies with suguru, or snoozing on top of satoru’s chest like a weighted blanket. as for you… 

you’ve gotten way too used to their touch to ever go without it. last night, you ended up in suguru’s room, tucked underneath his chin, while satoru snuck into shoko’s bed to convince her not to pull another all-nighter. you’re assuming it worked.

”mm, smells good. you makin’ pancakes?”

a bubbly, groggy voice spills into the air, just as a light breeze flits in through the window. soothing, refreshing. you turn your gaze towards its source.

and there they are. sleepy satoru, and grumpy shoko, the former clinging to the latter like an overgrown koala. satoru seems to be in high spirits, calling out to you with a smile, blue eyes glimmering like a sunny sky; but you can tell he’s tired by the way he’s stretching out his limbs, only wearing a pair of pyjama pants. and shoko is silent, blinking drowsily, twitching when his loud voice buzzes in her ear. she makes no move to push him away. 

suguru gazes at them with a smile, in tandem with you, nothing but fond. loving, in the way the amber of his eyes gleams and swirls with promises of something everlasting. he’s a little intense, honestly. but you wouldn’t have him any other way.

and, admittedly, your sleepy little partners are a sight for sore eyes. 

shoko meets your gaze, and finally decides to shake off the man with an arm over her shoulder. said man huffs, but makes no move to follow her when she stumbles into your arms. 

her limbs find their way around your midriff, her chin to the curve of your shoulder. her hair is loose, almost as long as suguru’s, messy and brushing against your cheek. your hand goes to smooth down her back, the fabric of her oversized shirt, soft and laced with the scent of laundry detergent. she yawns, right by your ear, lips jutted out into a small pout, and something in your chest returns. a hungry plant, drinking up her raspy voice, the glimpse you get of that mole beneath her eye. her stretch marks, when she pulls away and her shirt rides up enough to expose her thighs. little lightning bolts.

”morning,” you chirp. she presses a tiny kiss against your cheek, dangerously close to your lips; sometimes you think she does it just to tease you.

”hey, how come i didn’t get a morning kiss?”

shoko turns her head, finding satoru’s accusing stare. he’s pouting, tilting his head, already making his way over to suguru. but she only rolls her eyes.

”you’re such a baby.”

”you know you love me!”

suguru stifles a puff of laughter, leaning back against the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the marble. watching his partners with barely contained delight. satoru notices, grinning softly, throwing his arms around his boyfriend’s neck.

satoru’s kisses are always sloppy. you hear that drawn out mwah! even without looking at the pair, even without seeing his lips against suguru’s jaw. a phantom warmth sprouts on your skin. 

”good morning, handsome,” he purrs, low and rumbling through his chest, pressed flush against suguru’s — their heartbeats mingling together. soft skin against smooth fabric. there’s mischief in those aquamarine eyes, something teasing, and it makes suguru want to return the favour. 

”good morning, baby,” he presses his lips against satoru’s cheek. voice muffled against his soft skin, silky and deep. ”you kinda smell.”

a moment passes. the calm before the storm.

satoru blinks, barely registering shoko’s dry chuckle from behind him — and then furrows his eyebrows together like an irritated cat. a scandalized noise builds up at the base of his throat, and he glares at the man in front of him, frustration only growing when he notices that suguru isn’t returning the favour. his gaze is still fond, like an artist admiring a marble statue, drinking in his pouty boyfriend’s fluffy hair and droopy eyes and rosy lips. flattering, but the damage has been done.

”oh, i see how it is,” he withdraws his arms and takes a step back, crossing them with a hmph. ”bullying your sweet boyfriend first thing in the morning, huh? have you no shame?”

”sorry. you just look really bulliable today.”

another offended little noise. he turns on his heel, messy strands of hair swaying with the movement, glaring at shoko instead. ”unbelievable. i feel neglected in this household.”

you huff out a breathy laugh, taking a seat by the kitchen table while your lovers bicker. sipping from your cappuccino in silence, soaking up the mellow morning mood. until you feel satoru staring at you; eyes like marbles, big and bright, rich with mirth. his pout fades away, and he closes in on you with a smile. troubles forgotten. 

before you can greet him, he’s leaning down to leave a fat kiss on your forehead — messy, uncoordinated, but loving. a coo on the tip of his tongue. when he’s this close you can see his dimples, those tiny freckles that only come out in the light of the sun. 

you feel him smile against your skin, pulling back to speak. parting his pretty, glossy lips. ”and good morning to you, my dearest.”

he’s silly.

your lips bloom into a sweet grin, honeyed nectar on your teeth. he’s illuminated by the light streaming in through the window, a little disheveled, with his cute bedhead and bare chest exposed. a giggle slips from your lips, and your voice carries a melodic lilt, coming out as a soft croon. ”good morning, sunshine.”

satoru blinks. just once, before the telltale signs of his excitement start to show; his face brightening, breaking out into a cheshire grin, something sweet in the way his eyes crinkle. like folded origami, like messily cut fruit. citrusy and smooth.

before you can protest, those strong arms are reaching around your waist — hoisting you up into his arms with a coo of c’mere. he spins you around, just once or twice, and chuckles at the way you let out a sleepy yelp. even after stilling, he doesn’t put you down, only guiding your legs to wrap around his middle; his naked chest and muscles pressed flush against you. he’s warm, one large palm on your back and the other on your thigh. he touches you like it’s muscle memory, every ridge and dip, every part of you he’s already long mapped out. honestly, you don’t understand how he can get so excited this early in the morning.

but who are you to complain, when it means getting smothered like this? 

”oh, and i smell great, by the way,” he suddenly huffs, directed at the partners behind him. he’s quick to smile down at you, tilting his head and searching for approval. ”don’t i, baby?”

for a second, you’re tempted to join in on the teasing. some part of you wants to. unfortunately, it loses against the parts of you still mesmerized by the splotches of white inside his pretty eyes, those cute little freckles. so you nod.

”yeah,” you breathe. inhaling, taking him in, sunlight and strawberries and laundry detergent. ”you smell like spring.”

his smile continues to blossom, turning sweeter by the minute. brighter than the sun. he throws a victorious glance behind him, delighting in the simultaneous roll of their eyes — before finally putting you back down. he wastes no time in plopping down on the seat to your right, dragging your chair closer to his, until they’re pressed against each other. curling a leg around yours. so clingy in the morning. 

suguru and shoko are quick to join you. they blink slowly, sipping on their cups of espresso, a rich aroma spreading throughout the kitchen. it blends well with the plates of pancakes suguru scoots towards you, drizzled with the syrup satoru likes. he’s attentive, making sure you’re all comfortable, rising to his feet when shoko asks for a single cube of sugar. she’s started to mellow out a bit, no longer as grumpy, soothed by the bitter taste on her tongue. and satoru keeps your leg locked in place beneath the table.

it’s hard not to feel nostalgic, like this. when spring is blooming just outside your window, when all three of them are just the same as you remember. some things have changed, sure, but they’re still so unapologetically them. loud voices, rude eye-rolls, teasing comments and all.

they munch on their pancakes, sip on their coffee, and you chat about what to do when you all get home. what movie to watch, what food to order, what food to make because suguru doesn’t think you’ve been eating enough homemade meals lately. bickering and bantering. smiling.

(it feels like high school every day.)

shoko is the first to leave. she glances at the clock on the wall and stutters out a string of curse words, a mutter about being late. suguru plays dumb when she accuses him of not reminding her on purpose. she kisses you again, right under your jaw, and lets her clingy boyfriends give her one kiss each on the lips — despite her protests that they’ll mess up her lipstick. then she’s heading out.

”goodbye, doctor!” satoru calls, cheery even as your girlfriend rolls her pretty eyes.

”don’t call me that yet,” she snorts, adjusting her scarf. ”there’s still a good chance i’ll drop out. or cheat my way to a doctorate.”

so she says, but you all know her. you catch that glimmer of amusement in her eyes, something smug in the way she straightens her back. a little embarrassed, maybe. but the faith you have in her makes her glow.

then it’s satoru’s turn. he’s whinier, about it, ignoring the alarms on his phone on purpose. suguru has to bribe him, promising him kikufuku and take-out and an extra tight hug when he gets home. only then does he get up from his seat, untangling his leg with yours.

”do i have to?”

”yes, you do,” suguru tuts. ”the kids have an exam today. be responsible.”

another pout. but he listens, slipping on his sunglasses, putting on a coat and stealing a sip of your coffee that only makes him grimace. he has you both kiss the taste away, and you indulge him, because he’s silly and stupid and yours. 

and then it’s just you and suguru. he has a day off, and you don’t have to leave until later. the kitchen falls silent, back to a mellow morning rhythm, that quiet waltz of motions and sunshine. suguru pours you more coffee, gazing at you from across the table, and you thank him with a smile. he adjusts his glasses and flips through the morning newspaper; absently, you wonder if shoko and satoru would’ve teased him for it.

what the four of you have is an odd arrangement. but that’s what all of you are, anyway; a little odd. 

and as you sit there, serenaded by cicadas and morning birds, senses caressed by cappuccino foam and apricot blossoms and a hand holding yours over the table… you think to yourself that even if everything shattered around you — if the earth stopped spinning or the stars crashed through the roof of your apartment — you’d probably still keep on living. you’d do it, if only to continue chewing on these memories, these mornings, like savouring the faded flavour of an old piece of gum. over and over again, until you can’t tell where your teeth end and where the gum begins, so that you’ll always be able to taste it on your tongue. for the rest of your life.

it’s melodramatic, yes, but they are too. you’re sure suguru is pondering a sentiment even more dramatic, right now, even heavier with devotion. something so sappy you’d have to hide your face in your hands and beg him to stop talking. 

and, lo and behold, he suddenly speaks up. 

“are you happy?”

the question breaks you out of your silent stupor. you look up from your plate, his amber eyes already taking you in, drowning you in fondness. he’s smiling, and he’s looking at you like you’re spring personified. the silver of his lip piercing catches the light of the sun. a couple apricot petals are stuck in his hair, woven between his raven locks. 

you blink. inside your chest, something unfurls, twists and turns, grows and withers all at once. a whole garden of love, just for them.

you lean forward, elbows on the table, and brush through his bangs. petal caught between your fingertips. when you lean back, you’re smiling.

“yeah,” you answer, truthfully. inhaling the scent of spring. “i’m always happy when i’m with you.”

a breeze caresses your cheek, your hands, and the whole apartment smells of apricots. suguru seems pleased, returning to his cup of lukewarm coffee, a little clink of ceramic against porcelain that strikes you as distinctly heavenly.

soon, you’ll have to leave. you’ll have to manage without their jokes and banter and touches, without them, for a grueling number of hours, one tortuous lecture after another. but they’ll be waiting once you get back — and tomorrow, you’ll have breakfast again, just like this. forever and ever. you never want the coffee to run out, never want the apricot trees to wither. you want to stay greedy for a long time to come. 

and you’re sure they feel the same.

the sun lets her golden hair flow throughout the city, melting rivers and warming benches. she falls across shoko’s lecture hall, sneaks into satoru’s classroom, kisses her way up suguru’s neck. you let a sigh slip past your lips, and the sun breathes it in again — a vein of joy awoken, slumbering inside your veins.

and you smile.

(it’s springtime, now. a little warmer. 

here’s to another year together.)

[gladiatorcunt]

I saw that you write for ATSV and heheheee I'm so excited to request this... ^^

AFAB!Reader works at Hammond with Johnathan/Spot and they start dating right before the accident happens. Reader assumes that Johnathan is dead so they quit out of grief. Spot stops by Reader's apartment after a few months of him being "dead" and the two reunite with all the pent-up emotions they'd been holding back. Including sex, of course. Gentle dominant Reader is very welcomed if you're feeling up for it! I see Spot as being a whiney submissive but maybe you see him differently idk 🫣

hi, this is so so so late and i did write a more dom reader but i struggled a log so i hope this is at least somewhat pleasing. i ended up having them not date before the accident and there might be other slight changes like that but i hope you still like it 💘

summary: the spot x afab former coworker!reader

cw: reader almost gets called mommy one time, unironic usage of the phrase “breeder balls”, obvious creative liberties relating to how he’d be able to have sex/his whole thing in general, unprotected sex/implications of him not pulling out, reader’s genitals referred to as “pussy” and “cunt”, one moment of self degradation, i’m inexperienced with writing a dom reader so forgive the messy vibes, also have not seen atsv in a hot minute so excuse any errors, implications of spot having a tongue like venom,

requests are open !! (read my rules )

divider by cafekitsune

No one could deny the extra pep in your step you seemed to possess as you sauntered through the lobby of your work building. The heels of your loafers signal your approach and the echo follows you all the way into the elevator. You take care to balance the object that’s gently cradled in your left hand while you giddily scan the array of buttons to find the one for your floor. You nearly drop what you’re holding and you have to adjust the straps of your leather bookbag when you press it. As soon as the glass doors are open enough, you rush through the gap and make your way towards your station. You don’t pay attention to where your bag lands when you shrug it off and instead focus on the recipient of what you now have hidden behind your back.

Your co-worker Jonathan was just so fun to play pranks on. There was something about the cute looks he would get on his face, whether they were annoyed or strangely starry eyed. It was a childish way to bond, sure, but you went out of your way to make your pranks as stupid and harmless as possible. If his attention was also an added bonus, then it’s simply a win-win situation.

The fuzzy fake tarantula flies through the air as you throw it. Thankfully, it completely hits its mark and lands on Jonathan’s angular right shoulder. You don’t have time to try to hide your giggles before a loud shriek bounds off the walls. The fake tarantula makes a thud when it inevitably gets flung against the wall. You spot it out of the corner of your eye and you suddenly can’t hold back your laughter.

“Yeah, you’ll be laughing it up until I have a heart attack and come back to haunt your ass.” He huffs out as he catches his breath and dramatically puts his hands over his thundering heart.

“You promise?” You tease with a wide grin, reaching a hand up to ruffle his brown hair when he playfully pouted.

Jonathan swats away your hand with an overly fond eye roll as he turns back to his work. He tugs his black turtleneck over the hump in his nose bridge in the hopes that it would hide the fierce blush flooding his face. You were really too much sometimes, but he wouldn't have you any other way.

Neither of you had any idea how ironic that exchange would prove to be.

You had been having nightmares again. The same one with a few variants, ones where no matter which way it happens, you have to watch as Jonathan violently dies. It hasn’t been that long since the infamous accident, but it felt like decades already to you. Before you quit your job in the wake of the tragedy, everyone around you was telling you that you shouldn’t blame yourself. You could hardly help that you were sick with a cold and had to take the day off. There wasn’t anything you or anyone could have possibly done. But all those awkwardly polite reassurances mean nothing when you think about how you at least could’ve been by his side. Could’ve offered a smidgen of comfort before the two of you were engulfed by your failure.

The latch of your window was about to fly across the room. It had been storming all night, and you had just managed to get only about an hour of sleep. You grumble as you climb out of bed and sluggishly pull up some flimsy plaid pajama pants. Your mind is still half asleep so you’re not sure if the button up you snatch from your closet matches, but it’s too late to care. Your favorite pair of boxer briefs lie forgotten on the floor in front of your bed. The cheaply built floor in your shitty apartment creaks with every step you take.

The white wooden windowsill is damp when you ghost your fingers along the edge. You try to peer out and around the window before sluggishly undoing and redoing the latch. Looks like you might have another all nighter in your near future.

Then you feel a drop of something fall on your face. You blink in confusion and swipe a thumb through the sticky substance, it’s pitch black and looks a lot like ink.

You look up at the ceiling only to see more weird stains making a trail along your ceiling, down the wall behind, and on the floor leading right to your heels.

“Small world, huh?”

That voice… you try to tell yourself that it’s another manifestation of your guilt. You’re just tired, that’s all. This is probably just some sort of lucid dream.

The finger that tilts your chin up begs to differ, and now you’re faced with the sight of a freak of nature. You shake as you frantically sweep your eyes rapidly over it. Black spots swirl and glitch all over a bright white body, which hunches over slightly as it… peers into your eyes. With the world you live in, superheroes and all that, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise when you see it up close.

“I knew you’d probably be disgusted by me, but I had to see you.” The being using Jonathan’s voice says, but surely that can’t be him. Jonathan died in that freak accident months ago. Jonathan was gone forever, and you’d be all alone for the rest of your miserable little life.

The thing must be able to sense the confusion and the termoil that’s building inside of you, because suddenly you’re being gently swept on your feet and tossed on your bed. It cups your face in both of its palms and tenderly swipes its thumbs over your wet cheeks.

“Don’t be afraid, you know me, you know who i am.” It…. He? murmurs, burying his featureless face in the crook of your neck.

You sigh, wrapping your arms around somewhat familiar shoulders. In your heart and in your soul, you do know who has you trapped within the confines of your own bed. If you’re wrong, you’ll just chalk it up to having had a very realistic and very pleasant dream. You pull his face out of your neck so you can nuzzle in one of the spots against what feels like a hooked nose.

“Yeah I do, Jonathan. I know.”

Black tears rain on your face as his new body quivers with all the emotions he must be dealing with. You have no fucking clue how he became… like this. But selfishly, you’re just too happy and willing to lie in bed with your delusions to look a gift horse in the mouth. You’d leap through hoops for whatever form of Jonathan you were allowed to have.

Now it’s you who tenderly wipes away tears, and as you do so you pull his face flush against yours so you can softly kiss shadowy lips. Jonathan quivers intensely but you stand your ground and run a hand up and down his back to coax him into returning the kiss. You had always wondered what your first kiss would be like, and so had he. Maybe it would’ve been the bow on a softly spoken conversation about your long held feelings, perhaps it would happen like a cliche after you ran to each other in the rain. In the end, maybe things are best like this. You’re all too aware of just how many people don’t get to live their lives with the one they love. You had already resigned yourself to being some bitter old crone who shakes a fist at the neighborhood kids when they step on your overgrown lawn.

Something in the air shifts and you decide to nudge Jonathan over onto his back as you quickly straddle him. You’re not too sure how anything physical is even possible but all of these long held back emotions are clouding your judgment too much to not try.

When you pull your head back from the kiss to breathe, a sticky string of spit connects the tips of your tongues. You sit in a trance and watch as Jonathan flicks his tongue out to break the string. The breathy groan that followed made your pussy clench in anticipation. You look up at his face, wordlessly trying to get some kind of reassurance that this was the right thing to do. Cold hands tremble their way around your hips and he clumsily traces random shapes and squiggles on your skin.

“It’s… it’s okay, we’re okay.” Someone whispers, unsure if talking louder would bring you both to tears.

You sigh shakily and direct one of his hands to slide down your body and into your soaked underwear. You press your forehead to his, making some weird kind of eye contact as you push one of his fingers into yourself. It’s not too much of an adjustment to get used to the size, his fingers are bony and long but they’re thin.

He takes the hint and slowly thrust his finger in and out, honed in on the slick sounds your gushy folds were already making. Eventually he added a couple more fingers, curling them just right with his thrusts. Your hips start having a mind of their own, and you’re meeting every one of his thrusts. The flesh of your hips jiggles from the impact of his palm smacking against your clit.

“Fuck- f-fuckkkkk, you’re doing so good, baby.” You laugh as you start to pant and crane your head down to watch his digits play with your pussy.

All you get in return is a whine that sounds more like a creaky door hinge.

Initially, when you decided to throw caution to the wind and have sex your co worker turned comical amboniation, you thought you wouldn’t be as desperate for something inside of you as you are for his dick. If he even has one now, it could all just be smooth down there like a ken doll for all you know. But you’re so so fucking curious to find out, you did use to wonder what your cute little desk neighbor had going on under his polyester slacks after all…

“Mmfh… ha….. slow down a sec’, i think you’re ready to give me something bigger. Don’t ya think?” You whisper in his ear, giggling when you can almost hear him rapidly nod his head in excitement.

“Yes please, always wanted to fuck you so bad. Please, mo-“ He cuts himself off, and you think if he could blush he would from how much his hand is fidgeting on your hip. He huffs before pulling his fingers out of you almost too quickly, but still taking care to not cause you any pain. He was a good boy like that.

You reached behind you to wrap a hand around his already throbbing length, wiping a thumb over the beads of precum spilling from the tip. You tease the slit with the edge of your nail and coo softly when Jonathan quivers. Your grip is steady as you hover over his cock and slowly sink down on it. His fat tip breaches your walls so fucking good but you’re eager for the hefty weight of it all inside you.

Jonathan’s chest falls down quickly with shallow breaths, so you give him a second to adjust to the sensation of your tight pussy wrapped around him. You slide one of your hands up his torso and slip two of your fingers into one of the black holes on his face. He takes the hint and bobs his head up and down your fingers, sucking and smearing his saliva all over them.

When he bucks his hips up in a timid thrust, you know you can take him deeper. Inch by inch his thick dick stretches you out like it’s sinking into a squishy fleshlight. It’s way longer than you expected, a bit girthier too with a slight curve to it. It boggles your mind that he kept this big secret from you in the confines of his ugly pants, but it’s all yours now. It’s probably been yours for a long time. His balls were equally as surprising, they could’ve been paperweights they felt like they were so heavy. Your cunt clenches again at the thought of his breeder balls letting all of that cum slosh around inside of you.

You bring his hands around to your ass and you lift yourself halfway up his cock and quickly lower yourself back down. You both let out a moan when he bottoms out. The pace you set is slow and languid after that initial quick thrust. Your ass plops against his balls in an imitation of a kiss on every downward thrust. You wish you could see the fucked out look in his eyes he’d have if he didn’t look like…. this. But his soft squeals and whimpers make up for it. His body continues to shiver as you fuck him so you keep a hand on his chest and rub the skin there.

“Such a good boy, filling me up so well, honey.” You murmur, just rolling your hips in his lap and enjoying the sensations of being connected.

Jonathan whines and settles his head back on the pillow, kneading the globes of your ass. You can tell that he’s fighting the urge to recklessly buck his hips up so you make your pussy clench around him again. You soothe the noise that he releases by slightly picking up the pace. And sooner rather than later, his thighs are quivering like he’s the one doing the fucking and his long black tongue is lolling out the side of his mouth hole. Little “Ha….. ha….. ha….”’s echoing throughout the room. His dick feels like it’s pulsing inside of you as you lovingly bounce on it.

“ ‘m gonna c-cum, gonna cum s-so h-hard.” He begs, holding his head up to try to catch a view of his cock being swallowed up your pussy.

You smile warmly and lean forward to press your chest against his. Your pace never falters even when you angle your head to brush your nose against his face. The hands gripping your ass are gently pushed aside and you lace your fingers with his, squeezing a few times.

“Go ahead, baby. Cum for me.”

[vaultlinkvt]

This is the first proper thing I've drawn in ages (and first are I think I've posted in over 5 years?) I just needed to draw the opening to Act 5 and my reaction to it.

Nothing has gripped me in such a way and forced me to finish an art piece like this in so fucking long. I see far too much of myself in him. I just want them to be ok after this is all over. STARS, this is just Asriel all over again isn't it. But WORSE!/pos

…I guess that could make this vent adjacent? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also made a shitpost edit that I posted separately here.

There are so many things covered by each other and I just need to share and talk about them. Bonus details and rambles under the cut.

Siffrin's expression was like the first thing I drew and if it didn't turn out as good as it did I probably wouldn't have spent almost 10 days slowly adding to this and I just need to show it because his hands/arms end up covering most of their face.

Nothing much else to say about him, I'm just super happy with how everything about him turned out (I did have to go back and redraw some of his hair towards the end because the line thickness wasn't consistent with everything I drew after.

Next is ME yippeeeee. I have no idea why I spent so long adding details even tho I knew alot of it would get covered by Sif 'cause of how I was posing this.

I even designed a little button based on the Change Ornament + Star (the Change Belief and Lost Belief in The Universe really spoke to me in so many ways)

The gloves are an Archery Glove on the right hand and a Drawing/Writing Glove on the left.

The cloak is based on the style of cloak my mom made for my family for SCA events when I was young. It's just a simple hooded cloak but it has a slit in each side so you can stick your hands threw without needing to open up the cloak. I imagine it being stylized like, the opening doesn't exist until you stick your hands threw and then it can just freely glide around the face of the cloak to wherever it's needed, stopping at the elbow only letting threw the forearm, below the slit beginning to hang off the elbow with gravity while the part above begins to move with the upper arm.

I didn't even try to draw the outfit under the cloak because dealing with the folds of a thick wool cloak was enough for me (you can see how I gave up at the knees because I KNEW Sif was gonna cover them up). What I imagine the outfit being is this big baggy tunic and pants that are tied down at the forearms/calves to keep from getting in the way, it's also supposed to have a big baggy turtleneck thing that can be pulled up as a(nother) hood (iirc, this sorta thing was used so someone could wear a chainmail hood without it grabbing your hair(there ware also like stand alone cloth hoods that did the same thing too but eh, my memory is bad I might just be misremembering this)) but I couldn't figure out the folds and ended up just doing a simple button up thing (which then got covered by Sif's big head anyway.)

I spent soooo long trying to draw my eyes, trying to figure out the shape, and ended up just doing a bunch of small tests to the side before finding one that actually looked right. Drag it over the face and see that it fit EXACTLY, didn't even need to redraw it or anything.... unless you're talking about the other eye in which case I just duplicated it, flipped, and did some perspective warping until it looked ok because I could NOT draw that again especially at a different perspective (can I just say I have no idea how I drew that creepy eye but I love it, it was the first eye I drew and I just threw 4 lines down what the fuck how. Also the Mira-ish one looks cute too but didn't fit the expression.) I also needed to figure out what the hell was wrong with the expression I had before so you get 2 faces from me figuring that out (turns out I had the eyebrows facing the wrong way.)

I ALMOST FUCKING FORGOT MY FRECKLES TOO AAAAAAAAA (they're actually missing from the version I posted in the official ISaT server.) It was super weird trying to add them at the obscenely low resolution I was drawing at and they're probably gonna get compressed to hell and back but I think they're cute.

final thing.

Why is my hair so similar to Sif's but longer? Like, you can see I was sketching over my drawing of him to make sure I'd keep the proportions right when I started working on myself but in the process I realized that I was basically drawing over his hair but longer for mine (drawing I was using as ref here made by @leemak)

Add that to the uncomfortably long list of things I have in common with Siffrin I guess.

[sharpth1ng]

Scream Wardrobe HCs Pt 2- Billy Loomis

Billy wears a weird blend of prep and grunge in the movie, so I tried to work with that while also considering how his style would develop after high school, because I think going to college and having an ounce more self acceptance would lead to some new threads for him

Tommy Hilfiger & Calvin Klien

This one seems obvious, I didn't put any polos here because we all know he wears them

He's got a bunch of their pullovers and button downs, they're simultaneously a prep brand but with looser fits and styles so they slide into the grunge vibe a little

definitely has one of the oversized horizontal stripe sweaters (a la kurt cobain)

He definitely has a pair of the CK cords (bottom row on the right) they've got that good soft/ridged texture, good for covert stiming

Also CK was controversial for putting up these massive homoerotic billboards and he doesn't even know but those pictures of marky mark grabbing his dick did some subliminal messaging

2. Levis

Boy got the 501 jeans in a few colours (blue pictured here but I think he would have the black ones too)

obvious obligatory plaid shirts, mostly in blues and greys

DENIM JACKET. I refuse to believe this kid didn't do the incredibly 90s denim on denim look at some point. Its really, really gay and he has no idea

3. Denim cut offs

This is his only pair of shorts, he almost never wears them

Stu keeps pulling at the loose threads at the bottom so they're slowly getting shorter and shorter

4. The classic 90's white tank top

Starts wearing these as undershirts, slowly they turn into just shirts, he wears them under unbuttoned shirts and stuff

Makes Stu lose his mind a little (Sorry, the shirt is slightly see though, Stu needs help)

5. Big fleece lined hoodies

Boy likes a hood, sometimes you gotta not show your face

Has a habit of pulling the sleeves over his hands, which he isn't actually aware he's doing but Stu thinks its cute

in high school he probably has a plain one(on the left), later gets the sick Nine Inch Nails one and Stu likes to steal it (also Stu calls the band Nine Inch Males and it makes Billy want to strangle him)

Edit: also he’s transmasc, every single one of us has a Big Hoodie™️

6. Obligatory turtleneck

These were massively popular, Skeet Ulrich had one

I just think he's pretentious and he goes to film school, this bitch has a turtleneck idk what to tell you

7. Dr Martens

Boy almost never wears sneakers, he likes the thick soles and the shit-kicking vibes

He gets a pair of the brogues (on the far right) in college during his turtleneck phase but still wears the ankle-high ones lots

8. Obligatory 90's leather pants and jacket

He buys these in like 1998/99, its the gayest thing he's ever done and it's because Trent Reznor wears them

This is basically lingerie to Stu, he's a weak man

Bonus, cause I gave Stu underwear so Billy gets some too:

He wears the ck boxer briefs (almost exclusively, you got sensory issues? You dont fuck around with underwear)

I told you this ad campaign was gay

More:

Randy

Stu

Sidney

[cha-melodius]

OMG I remembered I have another ask for you: I can’t seem to find The Man from Uncle to watch in the UK, which is a shame bc I want to read your fics about it and also Henry Cavill gets me all 🫠 ever since he wore a henley on Superman. So, here’s my question: tell me a little bit about it? A little backstory on Napollya (iirc from your posts 😂) so that maybe I can just enjoy the fics? Pretty please? x

Back in action for asks! *cracks knuckles*

I would love to give you some backstory! (Also, if any of my TMFU folks are reading this and know where to stream it in the UK, please chime in!)

The good news is that for a lot of my AUs you probably don't need a huge amount of the background to appreciate the dynamic. It's a pretty classic enemies to friends to lovers setup, with the added bonus that (in the movie) they are actually true enemies rather than just people who dislike each other haha. I am going to put the rest of this behind a cut—no major spoilers for the movie, but it's gonna get long lol. So if anyone else also wants a character rundown + some important stuff about their dynamic so they can dive into some of my other fics, here's your primer!

Ok, so character rundown:

Napoleon Solo: aka "Cowboy," aka "The CIA's finest", formerly a top tier art thief who no one could catch, until he finally tripped up and got arrested. The CIA plucked him out of prison to work for them, and his handler still treats him like criminal dirt. Enjoys fancy cooking, classic yet fashionable suits, is utterly charming, a massive flirt, supposed to be the 'womanizer' but consistently shows a refreshing respect for women (especially given the James Bond comparison).

Illya Kuryakin: aka "Peril", aka "The youngest person to join the KGB", a giant (6'5"), inhumanly strong, super hostile and gruff exterior, surprisingly bad liar, polite king to little old ladies, actually softer than a marshmallow on the inside. His father was a Soviet official who got thrown in the gulag when he was a kid for embezzlement, forcing his mother into a kind of prostitution to survive. Probably resulting from that trauma, he suffers from dissociative episodes when he gets extremely upset in which he does things like trashes hotel rooms (his hands shake when he feels one coming on). Manipulated by his handler with threats of being sent to the gulag like his father. Favors turtlenecks and simple outfits, also a fashion snob. Extremely attached to his father's watch, which he wears.

Gaby Teller: aka "Chop Shop Girl", East German auto mechanic who's father was a nuclear scientist pulled out of Germany by the Americans during the war, leaving her behind as a kid. No-nonsense, prefers slacks when dressing herself, sometimes plays mother to our bickering boys. Possible alcohol problems.

Alexander Waverly: British Naval Intelligence, ultimately organizing the operation, a bit of an asshole but in a charming way, keeps together the team at the end as UNCLE (independent spy organization).

Victoria Vinciguerra: The evil mastermind. Napoleon sleeps with her at one point to save the operation, later she drugs him and leaves him to be tortured. Very tall, very fashionable.

Also other minor character you may come across in AUs: Oleg (Illya's KGB handler), Sanders (Napoleon's CIA handler), Alexander Vinciguerra (Victoria's husband), Rudi Teller (Gaby's Nazi uncle).

The main thrust of the movie is that Napoleon and Illya are both sent to East Berlin to try to extract Gaby for their own purposes, only to learn that they will actually be force to work as a team to take down the bad guys. They actively try to kill each other in not just their first but also second meeting. There's a scene where they argue over fashion while buying Gaby a new wardrobe that is *chef's kiss*. Extreme levels of banter and snark in every interaction. BUT, as these things go, they gain a grudging respect for each other. Napoleon saves Illya's life, Illya saves Napoleon's life. They work together as a team exceptionally well. By the end, they are trading extremely fond insults. There are moments of self-sacrificial plays to save a teammate you're not even supposed to like, gift giving, betraying your principles/agency for the other person. There is a canonical will-they-won't they between Illya and Gaby during the movie (one of the reasons another major ship in this fandom is an ot3 between them), but nothing actually happens.

I think that basically sums up their dynamic and gives you the backstory you'd need for the AUs especially. For the post-canon ones it's a little tricker since I'd rather not give away the main twist of the movie, BUT a lot of them are kind of "in the future working as a team already" setup that don't really reference movie events, so you'd honestly probably be fine there too.

All right, that's a lot of text lol. I hope it helps, and I hope you enjoy the fics if you decide to dive in!

[astorichan]

8, 9, 30, 43 for grimm/hollow?

8. The thing they love most about each other:

All stuff in this ask will be for Shatterverse pairing. I'm sorry for the wait! Was a lil overwhelmed with unrelated stuff.

Answer: Sacrifice.

They're both willing to go to any lengths necessary for each other and they both will keep each other grounded, stopping the other from going overboard. This is seen the most, though, in both their healing journeys: Grimm distrusts love and likes to build walls around himself to prevent himself from falling for someone, and cutie kind of does the same thing. And, for both, the other's willingness to go out of that safe place for the other is priceless. Just as is overcoming their own hangups, ie cutie learning to communicate and admit fault, or Grimm learning to be outright and believing that they will never willingly hurt him, stepping away from his distancing. They're willing to do scary, terrifying things for each other, only so that the other is comfortable and confident in the relationship.

9. The things they dislike most about each other:

Hollow: they dislike Grimm's tendency to be 0 or 100 emotionally. He either refuses to talk altogether on whatever is wrong, saying that he's fine and there's nothing to worry about, or he goes to a 100 and becomes unlike himself, almost unable to function at all.

Grimm: he dislikes Hollow’s tendency to draw unlikely conclusions. They assume how he feels very often, and can't help but act on that, which is a rather annoying thing to deal with. Especially when they're wrong, which is fairly often.

30. What are their respective love languages? How well do those work together?

Hollow: acts of service. They are the type to quietly bring him his favourite tea, or go do some kind of a Bad No Good task in his stead, or try (and fail) to make him a tasty snack. He loves it, it makes him feel cared for and loved; the understanding without words is a thong he absolutely adores in them.

Grimm: touch and quality time. He is kind of like a clingy cat, rubbing his horns against theirs, nibbling on them while they're sitting minding their own business, seeking them out to do stuff (each their own, but together!). He's the only one allowed to be that way with them and the only one whose touch they enjoy at almost any given moment.

43. If they chose an outfit for one another, what would it be?

Hollow: they would and did gift him a long dress with a flared skirt, a ballroom type one. They also adore seeing him in everything tight, anything even slightly see-through. Their idea of an awesome every day fit for him would probably be high boots with high heels, either a short skirt or leather jeans/pants, then a tight long-sleeved shirt (They like the idea of a shirt with a zipper that closes turtleneck. So that they can pull on it and bite :3c )to go with it, and ofc his cloak.

Grimm: he goes big big heart eyes at them in suits. Any suits. He loves it all. It's also suitable as everyday wear, so that's an added bonus!

[forestal-ramblings]

It's time for another one of my opinion post , this time on the different versions/outfits of the perpetual winner of worst father of the year award, Gendo ikari.

Iconic pose ™ Gendo: classic look, much scheming. Always confused about the big ass gem on his lapel. He is serving genocide and looks.

Actually he wears suspenders?. This is cursed knowledge, he looks like cheap robotnik.

Young delinquent Gendo: timeless turtleneck, but only magneto can pull that off.

The trio of pain picture: he looks shredded, his wardrobe is just an infinite succession of turtlenecks?.

Goofy green parka. I actually like this although it seems like something an outwear Hypebeast would resell on ebay.

The reboot also has outwear, but they look like homeless people. Bonus points for the donkey. It looks cute.

polyphemus Gendo: truly horrible thing , must be killed on sight.

Scraggy look: it doesn't actually look that back. Inexplicable hipster vibes.

Beardless Gillette ad Gendo: just a big no. Aren't you happy this post is over ?. Look at his happy face , it wants death

[silent-sanctum]

A Slice of Morioh: "Spot the Couple"

Word count: 2.5K Summary: After the discovery of Jotaro being a father to a 6-year-old, Josuke and Okuyasu continue with their shenanigans and invites Koichi to a mini espionage to watch how the marine biologist would behave and act around his spouse on a date. cw: bonus nsfw

A clear afternoon could never go wrong for a group of high schoolers on a day that didn’t involve attendance to classes or sitting for hours until end for a teacher discussing god knows what.

No. Today was a weekend and for weekends, that meant it was a perfect day for the Morioh duo Josuke and Okuyasu to seek out something to entertain them, even if that meant risking certain things… and by things he meant the sure-fire trust of their mentor-figure Jotaro Kujo in regards of “leaving him and his personal life be”.

Thanks to the intel given to him by Tamami’s surprisingly subtle data gathering, it was to their delight that on this same weekday, the marine biologist had plans of spending the entire afternoon with a female, leaving his 6-year-old to Grandpa Joestar to babysit alongside that invisible baby.

Hence Josuke’s current predicament of him sitting in a store parallel to Café de Deux (a detail supplied also by Tamami) with Okuyasu and Koichi where he could get a clear view of what would happen first once Jotaro met up with her.

“I don’t know if you realize this but don’t you think prying into Jotaro-san’s life is a bit… rude?” Being the good student that he was, Koichi spoke up, to which Josuke didn’t mind one bit.

“You say that but look where you are right now man.”

“W-Well that’s because you 2 told me that we’d be hanging out and do some other stuff like buy some ice cream or go to the arcades and not,” the short student flailed his hands to the window. “This.”

“Just imagine you’re doing this for Rohan,” the pompadour student said. “You know how that man’s obsessed with people biography.”

“Besides look,” Okuyasu pointed out for everyone to see the lone woman sitting by one of the tables in front of the café drinking her cup of coffee, dressed to impress with a white turtleneck, long beige pleated skirt and same-colored trench coat hanging off her shoulders. “Still not over the fact she’s his.”

“Tell me about it.” Josuke mumbled, growing bored from waiting.

Though not for long when a taxi stops nearby and a tall man, donned in his white coat and hat, stepped out of the vehicle. Josuke swatted everyone to pay attention as the marine biologist approached the Café.

He didn’t know what to expect knowing how Jotaro’s personality. Being honest with himself, he envisioned the guy to change his demeanor when it came to meeting with you- he’ll kiss you on the cheek, hold your hand, or something.

The trio watched as he walked to the table you were occupying, catching your attention in the process and drawing a wide smile from your face. “Let’s see…”

But none of what Josuke imagined played out. Instead, Jotaro simply bowed his head to greet you and you did the same as he occupied the seat across from you. And from there on, you 2 just… talked. No romantic gesture of holding hands or flirtatious chitter-chatter.

“Oi Josuke, are you sure that’s Y/N?” Okuyasu muttered, not withdrawing his gaze at the supposed couple still engaged in a standard conversation. “This is too stale for them to be a married couple.”

“No doubt that’s her. The scar’s too distinguishable on her face,” Josuke remarked, pointing out the faint jagged scar running diagonally from your forehead down to your right cheek, and a smaller one across the bridge of your nose.

“Also, we don’t know the extent of how marriage life works so I don’t think we should judge,” Koichi added.

“Okay Mr. I-got-a-sociopathic-girlfriend-that-I-may-or-may-not-marry-in-the-future.”

“D-Don’t bring Yukako into this!”

With that, they continued to observe you and Jotaro still on that table, talking things out without anything special going on. And while Josuke did agree with his best friend that this was too simple for a couple interaction, he could pinpoint the subtle detail of the biologist’s expression every time you talked.

He had a small smile on his face with his attention fully drawn onto you with a soft gaze to pair. You, on the other hand, mirrored his expression albeit with a bit more energy and sparkle to your gaze. Even though they were simple talking, he could see some aspects that did hint to them being a legitimate husband and wife duo.

After what felt like 30 minutes, the pair stood and went off to a different direction. Naturally, the watching students followed suit while still trying to keep themselves hidden and in the shadows.

On the way, the trio watched them continue in a quiet conversation. Alright, maybe they’ll do something mid-walking, right?

And no. You 2 still didn’t do anything remarkably cute or romantic much to Josuke’s and Okuyasu’s disappointment.  “I think we’ve seen that they’re an ordinary couple together for years. We should probably end this please?” Koichi whispered. “You know Jotaro-san’s too much of a reserved man for PDA.”

“Yeah, but Y/N’s the opposite,” he puffed his chest in defiance. “Koichi, I’m not giving up until I’ve seen those 2 pull out the love bomb and I don’t know, making-out in some discreet alleyway,” Josuke crossed his arms. “Mmm, okay that last line sounded weird but you get the point- Ow what?”

The pompadour student said as Okuyasu swatted him in the shoulder, causing him to look at the direction the latter was pointing at.

Ahead of them, you were giggling, so much so that you couldn’t control your body as you bumped yourself against Jotaro’s side still in the middle of your gleefulness. The notable thing was the other’s response.

Where in a different situation he would shove a random female away from him, the biologist merely looked at you with attentive eyes, a hand coming up to wrap itself around your waist to stabilize you. You let out one last laugh and did one cute little nuzzle on his chest before pulling yourself upright and continuing a normal conversation.   

All while Jotaro remained focused on you with no judgement to his stance.

Josuke, Okuyasu, and even Koichi had to keep themselves together from cooing or being overly giddy at the sight. That was something!

The teenagers found out that their destination was to sit in the benches situated near the coast of Morioh where the sun had begun to set off into the horizon, painting the sky a warm orange. They made themselves comfortable behind a nearby thicket of bushes, watching the couple take their seats side-by-side.  

“Alright. I’ll be you all that they are going to lean their heads together at some point within this hour,” Josuke muttered, unknowing he sported a mischievous grin while watching them.

“Well, I bet they’re gonna kiss in some way because look at the sunset dude. No one’s gonna pass a romantic opportunity,” Okuyasu wagered, also grinning the same way.

“I’m betting that you guys are still being weird by doing this in the first place,” Koichi whispered.

“We know but you’re with us so you are part of this too,” Josuke replied. “Don’t lie, you got giddy too when you saw them be cute for a second.”

Koichi fumed an embarrassing pink. “H-Hey!”

“Shh! Shut up they’re doing something!” Josuke said as all 3 peered closely at the sight of both of you staring into each other’s eyes with a smile coupled with that look they gave each other. “Oh my god they’re staring at each other’s lips.”

“I’m gonna get my money’s worth after this,” Okuyasu snickered to himself.

Aware of their position, all 3 students held onto each other, bracing as you and Jotaro started to slowly inch their faces together, eyes falling shut.

Josuke and Okuyasu chanted to themselves in hushed whispers. “Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Ki-!”   

Only for all 3 to cry out in surprise as their ankles were grabbed, pulling them out of hiding and leading them towards the couple while upside down, seemingly anticipating for their arrival.

What the. Josuke looked up to see what grabbed their feet only to find translucent rose-gold silk fabrics wrapped around his, Okuyasu’s, and Koichi’s ankles. He traced the fabrics’ length until his sights ended up landing on a feminine, veiled Stand being responsible for their capture.

“Hi boys, being opportunistic little voyeurs now, are we?”  You said, chipper and bright.

“I figured you 2 might have plans to watch me ever since I fetched Jolyne from you,” Jotaro sighed. “Didn’t expect Koichi to come with you though.”  

“We’re sorry Jotaro-san! Y/N-san! I didn’t know they were dragging me into this!” Koichi said with panic in his voice.

“How did you know we were watching you?” Josuke asked, to which you huffed in amusement.

“The glass pane of the store across from the café wasn’t exactly tinted in any way shape or form.” You said with casual ease. “Besides, I could sense your beady little eyes observing me and husband from a mile away.”

 “We could also hear you following us from behind,” Jotaro added. “Your attempts at being quiet was weak.”

“I told you to stay quiet,” Josuke hissed at Okuyasu beside him.

“No, you didn’t liar.” The latter hissed back. “Also told you that the windows were too clear.”

“How was I supposed to know you were being 100% sure?”

“Why were you watching us?” The adult said, his arms crossed and glare pointed mostly at the arguing duo. “Don’t bullshit me. Get straight to the point.”

“Don’t wanna be Rohan here but,” Josuke sighed in defeat. “We were just curious about your personal life because you’re always this cool, kickass, mentor-figure every time you were around us that seeing you being someone else besides that badass image was interesting.”

“We also didn��t think of talking to you because you’re kinda too intimidating for us to ask anything about personal stuff.” Okuyasu supplied.

At that comment, the marine biologist let out a groan, tipping his hat over his face. “Why do people keep saying I’m still intimidating?” He mumbled under his breath. “Thought I worked on that.”

You smiled in endearment and poked his cheek. “You still look cool and handsome either way love.” You turned your attention to them. “You know, you could’ve just asked me instead if you were scared. I’m always open to answer queries about Mr. Kujo here.”

 “You’re kinda new around here so we weren’t sure how to approach you yet.”

You cooed. “You don’t have to worry about anything. If you want, I can treat you guys to somewhere around the place so we can get to know each other better, and maybe then you can ask whatever. Sounds fair?”

All 3 nodded.

“That’s great to hear. With that out of the way…” Josuke felt his body move around until he stood upright once again on the grass alongside his 2 best friends. “There you go.”

Hold on a minute. The fabrics. The veiled entity. “Y/N, you’re a Stand user too?!”

You raised a brow and replied with the same tone and bright smile. “Of course! That’s one of the reasons Jotaro fell in love with me in the first place.”  

The said man turned to you with concern etched on his face. “That’s not-“

“I said one of the reasons. I know you love me more than the fact that I have a Stand,” You said, reassuring your husband. His tense posture relaxed in an instant the moment you clasped your left hand with his, unintentionally showing off both your wedding rings.

“Oh my god, you two are married,” Okuyasu blurted out, watching you two speak in hushed tones. “Yukako could never.”

“I said don’t bring her into this!” Koichi whined.

“Oi.”

They shut up the second Jotaro spoke. “You heard what Y/N said. If you have any questions about me or my family, approach my wife. I don’t want to see any of you stalking us again. Clear?” He said, sharp and authoritative.

All 3 teenagers responded with an equally sharp yet nervous “yes sir!”.

“Now would you excuse us,” you said as you stood with your husband following suit. “We’re heading back to the hotel now.”

You waved. “Be on your way now boys.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Mn… ahn ah ahh...,” you gasped, your hands clawing your husband’s back as he bounced you on his cock while he held your waist close to him. “’M close…,” you whimpered at the harsh buck of his hips into you.

You couldn’t process what just happened. The moment you 2 stepped into your shared bedroom, Jotaro was on you, lips locked together as he lifted you off the floor, your legs locking themselves around his waist, bringing you to the foot of the bed where it took him a skillful 2 minutes to rid you of your panty and for him to unbuckle his belts, unzip his pants, and bring his cock out to lodge itself into you.

Your choked moans grew higher in pitch, white hot pleasure building up in you with every thrust until you let out a silent scream, burying your head in the crook of his neck as you trembled and clamped around him, riding out your orgasm.

Jotaro was soon to follow, his grunts growing louder and his pace turning erratic until he crossed the edge and came with a loud groan, filling your insides with his release.

Panting, you lifted your head off his shoulder and rose a hand to cup his face, guiding it towards you. Automatically, both of you pressed your lips together to share one more passionate kiss as you both reeled down from your highs.

You were the first to pull back with a string of spit still connected in-between your tongues. You giggled, your voice breathless. “I almost forgot you were such an exhibitionist back then.”

Jotaro hummed. “You aren’t wrong, but we were in public. It’s a different case.”

“But the same concept jagi.” You placed another chaste kiss on his lips and smiled. “I’m glad you decided to play along when I told you they were watching us from across the street.”

He closed his eyes and smirked, letting out an amused huff. “Haven’t played ignorant for a while now. It’s refreshing to remember.”

You sighed and nuzzled into his neck, despite having to endure the uncomfortable sensation of your now-sticking turtleneck.  “Maybe we should do that more often just for the kick of it.”

Guiding you gently off of him, he shifted you a bit until he was able to carry you in a bridal style position. Your arms wrapped around him reflexively. “We should clean up first. Only when we’re both washed and settled is when we’ll continue discussing future endeavors.”

“Ooh so orderly of you Mr. Kujo,” you drawled out, playfully ruffling the hairs at the back of his neck. “You never fail in reminding me how much I love the strong, serious husband of my life.”

Jotaro smiled at that and out of endearment, pressed a light kiss on the crown of your head.

[thisbetternotawakenanything]

Mess But Make It Fashion Part 5b:

Ominous Sounds Intensify, Roman and Gerri Edition.

First. It’s Laurie. A perfect gentleman. We hate Laurie! And I’m crossing off the ‘Gerri gets an orgasm’ square on my bingo card because no way in hell would Gerri Kellman let a man accompany her on the Waystar dime who couldn’t also make her come. Sorry, Roman. And Gerri is dressed like Siobhan! Beige turtleneck and all! And Laurie is dressed like Tom is on the plane over with Shiv! Is this because they’re in a Fail Marriage kind of mood? I hope not!

Roman shows up to Gerri’s room suggestively undone to make sure she’s not already on top of Laurie. These two and their almost touching hands make me ill. But behold their moment of couples costuming anyway, drawing a line huh. Roman is wearing the other suit half of Logan’s light blue jacket on this day (also matching Kerry ugh) and I hate it. He does his shirt up and tucks it in before they go outside, so he can pretend to be interested in hot young aristocrats and that his heart doesn’t beat secretly for Gerri.

Kieran Culkin continues to make me have feelings I don’t want to have for Roman Roy. That is a vintage movie implied sex scenes and moped romance vibe, that is erotic European coming of age story but everybody is thoroughly middle aged and that somehow makes it hotter. I can practically smell his musk and I’m not mad about it. Gerri let him call you by his name already.

Laurie! Nothing personal but we hate you, my guy! You’d better be pushing our gal’s button! Or at least be up to some juicy DOJ shit. At least your outfits don’t match.

Gerri takes her jacket off and swaps it for a wrap in order to be as Roman-crushingly hot as possible for this emergency meeting. He has added clothes and is miserable. And apparently tried to goad Laurie into kissing and telling. I have to say my favourite part about their ‘Maybe I’ll fuck Laurie’ ‘Don’t fuck Laurie’ exchange was Roman’s smile at her, because I believe that smile was mostly love but also the freedom of Gerri being the only one he could casually admit to sex with men to without feeling like he was going to die. The fact she took it seriously! She’s done the oppo research after all!

The next morning Roman aggressively shakes Laurie’s hand on his way to save the deal in his signature light blue shirt and Logan loyalty navy pants and we are denied a proper shot of what looks to be an incredible white dress on Gerri. That sleeve! Very bridal of you? Hmm.

Bonus: ASkars is still dressed like every tech guy irl and it’s good costuming but boring. He and Roman reach an accord of sorts, once again kind of matching.

God knows what misery shall unfold for Gerri Roman Nation next week but rest assured my DMs are open any time you want to scream about it.*

Stay manifesting, friends.

*No ‘items’, please.

[buraidragon]

Hey. Hey come get some more Cephalon Cy food. Fresh batch of assorted thoughts below.

-Cy is very tactile. He works faster if he can literally get his hands on things. This is why even before getting his void specter skill thing, in his chunk of the weave if there were files to process, they were manifested as fake paper. Despite being a brain-computer, feeling things still lets him work just a bit faster due to how hardwired touching things are in his uploaded neurons.

-Cy enjoys alcohol, beer and mead specifically. The Yvo clan had a particular beer brew they made that helped with scurvy due to adding in citrus juices. The mead? Well, that’s something Ordis’ clan used to drink. Seeing as he’s now dating that man, he’s grown to enjoy it as well. (Added bonus of it being far easier to simulate in a datascape than beer, for some reason.)

-When it comes to food, Cy doesn’t really have any preferences. At least he says he doesn’t. Really, this man treats any meat from ‘land animals’ as a fancy feast. Give him a hamburger and he’ll savor it. Give him some grilled salmon and that’s disappearing very quickly. And despite being fond of them, Cy will eat reptiles. He just offers them a silent thanks first, for providing sustenance. Well, he doesn’t eat reptiles nowadays as he technically doesn’t need to eat, but when he had to, he would.

-Gives gruff affection if he likes you. You want wild pats on the head for doing a good job and no words of encouragement? Too bad, that’s what you’re getting from him. If you’re too tall for easy head pats, you’re getting a hand on the shoulder and a nod of acknowledgement.  -When looking human, Cy is almost always in an unofficial uniform reflecting the fact he technically leads the Tenno Navy. Boots practical for standing hours on end, long, durable pants, and a black turtleneck shirt that’s missing an arm as it’s tricky to get tight fabric to sit right over an Atlas Prime arm. He does wear a coat, best described as some Admiral’s Coat/Duster Jacket hybrid that sometimes has a left sleeve, other times doesn’t. Whatever Cy feels more like at the time of it’s creation. It’s a light grey, with accents of gleaming Tenno steel-grey and an old pattern that vaguely looks like crashing waves. On his back between his shoulders is the Tenno Shield-looking sigil, in metallic dark grey.

-He has a resting “Tired of the world’s shit” face. And he shows almost all of his emotions in his eyes. He is prone to half-smiles and smirks, though. And again, if there is a snake nearby, his entire face lights up like a small collection of floodlights. (Ditto his kids/Ordis/rest of his family/staff he obviously likes and has mutual respect with.)

-Cy is also surprisingly pale for someone who spent his live on the seas. This is due to Uranus’ distance from the sun. When alive, after he arrived to Lua, this man was constantly sunburnt until he managed to get his hands on the good sunscreen. As a Cephalon he doesn’t burn anymore, but his void specter is subjected to lobster-red burns if he stays in extreme heat for too long. On the plus side, after he cools himself off from such a burn, he does get a nice tan that lasts only until his temperature averages out around 75 degrees Fahrenheit.

-Remember how I said this idiot will overwork himself? Glace once found him force-passed out for a maintenance cycle in their Railjack once. Being the gremlin they are, Glace promptly doodled on his face as he was currently manifested, dragged him to their quarters, and buried him in their small army of floofs and other soft things.  They promptly dug their way to his side afterwards and conked out next to him.

-Before Glace had realized “Oh good Cube Dad and Pyramid Uncle are finally dating.” They were sorely tempted to find away to code in handcuffs that could make the two stuck to each other in datascapes. My Tenno is a gremlin and I will not be ashamed of that.

[wolf-pearl]

@aimeelouart I have finally finished writing the summary of that SSC au I mentioned on ao3.

This AU is based on the First's theories about Cloud. Basically, what if they were right with their assumptions? 

Zack is an early SOLDIER prototype and legendary 1st Class who got disappeared pre the Trio's time. His existence was completely erased. Zack was enhanced using only mako, no jenova cells. When the jenova cell infused mako treatment was found to result in greater enhancement than mako treatment alone, Zack was viewed as obsolete. 

Made obsolete by new j-cell SOLDIERS, combined with Hojo wanting to make way for Sephiroth to rise through the ranks, and fear that Zack's sway over the SOLDIERs would lead to mass insubordination in the event that Zack objected to ShinRa's immoral agendas became reasons for Zack to be disappeared and handed over to the science department. Zack was handed over to the science department by his own men, the betrayal resulting in his scorn for the SOLDIER program. 

Cloud was created to be a SOLDIER killer. President ShinRa, after seeing that there really wasn't any way to stop the SOLDIERs if they decided to turn against the company, orders Hojo to create some form of failsafe in the event that any SOLDIER turned against ShinRa. Cloud has been conditioned from day one to see SOLDIERs as highly dangerous combatants that will kill him if he can't neutralize them fast enough, and eliminating them is the job expected of him by Hojo and ShinRa. 

Zack was brought in at first to be Cloud's first real SOLDIER to kill. Problem was, Cloud was TINY at the time, and thus can't win that fight. Zack refuses to harm Cloud, because, you know, he's a literal child. So what was intended to be a fight to the death devolves into Zack giving Cloud pointers on his foot work and sword technique. Hojo sees the value in keeping Zack around to teach Cloud, as who's better to teach the boy how to fight SOLIDERs than an actual SOLDIER? On top of that, it has the added bonus of further instilling a distrust of SOLDIERS into Cloud. And so Hojo decides to keep Zack around for Cloud to practice fighting and to teach Cloud. (Don't be fooled, Hojo still absolutely plans on having Cloud kill Zack. He simply has moved that back as a potential final test before announcing Cloud as ready for deployment.) 

Cloud's actual name given to him by Hojo is Cumulonimbus. Upon hearing that, Zack declared that that was a terrible name for a kid, and started calling the boy Cloud instead. Cloud reacted poorly to the firsts calling him Cloud because that is Zack's name for him. Zack is the only person Cloud truly trusts, so the name Zack gave him is only for people he trusts. 

Cloud leveled his materia himself. They wanted him to have a full arsenal to take down rogue SOLDIERS. So, he's been using them since the moment he could. The fusion blade also belongs to Cloud. They put him through tests to see what all of his limit breaks are, and then designed the fusion sword to complement his final limit break, omnislash. 

Cloud was kept in the lab in Nibelheim. This meant that he was always in relative close proximity to Jenova. As such, Cloud has been subjected to Jenova's mind fuckery for his entire life. When Jenova first started reaching out to Cloud's mind it was simply to figure out what he was. Then she made Cloud's life hell. Cloud had to learn quickly how to block her out. This is why Cloud knows all the tricks to blocking out the crazy alien. This also means that Cloud has been getting visions of the future for most of his life.

Cloud wasn't meant to ever be in view of the public, or interact with civilians at all. The only people he was planned to interact with were his handlers and the SOLDIERS he was sent to eliminate. As such, there was no need to condition him to behave, hold his tongue, or be a poster boy like Sephiroth. The only behavior that mattered was following direct orders and returning to his handlers once his objective is complete.

Cloud recognizes the Buster sword because it used to be Zack's sword. It wasn't taken away from Zack when he was first brought in as they had intended to throw him into combat. After that he was allowed to keep it in order to further Cloud's lessons with him. Cloud knows how to tend to the Buster sword so expertly because he did so relatively often back in the labs. The scientists learned to use promises of extra time with Zack as an incentive for Cloud, and much of those bonus times were spent talking with Zack as they cared for the sword. Eventually the buster sword gets taken away from Zack as punishment for "bad behavior" - probably an escape attempt or attempting to interfere with one of the inhumane tests Cloud is put through. Zack assumes that it was melted down after being taken away. In reality, the Buster sword is given to Angeal. One of the last SOLDERS who served under, remembers, and still holds loyalty to Zack was the one who delivered the Blade to Angeal. The SOLDIER tells Angeal that the Buster Sword belonged to an honorable man who had no one to pass it onto, and that Angeal's dedication to dreams and honor reminded the SOLDIER of that man. Angeal was never told the name of the blade's original wielder.

Ribbon belonged to Zack. He had hid it from the scientists. Zack first gave it to Cloud after a nasty round of experiments involving status conditions. He had somehow braided it into Cloud’s hair. He gave it to Cloud permanently after the boy had clung to it like a security blanket. Knowing that the Ribbon was probably the first object that Cloud ever used as a security blanket, Zack vows that once they escape he will get Cloud an actual plushie. With ribbons of its own. 

During a time when Hojo is back in midgar, Zack breaks out of his cell, snags Cloud, and makes a break for it. They end up being forced to barricade themselves into a chamber that has a bunch of coffins. They find Vincent who takes one look at Cloud and decides that his sins can wait, there is a child right here who needs his help and he can help. Vincent and Zack tear through the scientists that are on site and scavenge what travel essentials they can from the lab along with the equipment that was made for Cloud, before making their escape with Cloud.

Somehow Cloud gets separated from Zack and Vincent, and decides to set out to destroy Jenova and burn the mansion to the ground. At this point Hojo is aware that something has gone wrong, and so Genesis is sent to Nibelheim, ostensibly to check an energy disturbance in the area. In reality he's been sent to retrieve Cloud, but he isn't told that. 

The outfit the Firsts find Cloud in is part of Zack’s old uniform. Cloud was pretty much only given hospital gowns and scrubs to wear by the scientists. When Zack and Cloud escaped Cloud’s clothes - which were nothing more than a hospital gown and scrub pants - got completely ruined. Zack wrapped Cloud up in his own outfit because while Zack was able to find extra clothes that fit himself in the lab, there wasn’t any kid clothes in the lab. Cloud ends up in Zack’s sleeveless turtleneck and pants, but Zack keeps the pieces that wouldn’t do Cloud any good for himself. This does mean that the outfit Cloud is wearing at the start is a little different than in ssc. Zack is smart enough to know that putting his massive steel toed boots on a small child is not going to do Cloud any good. So when Genesis finds Cloud the boy is not in a complete comically oversized ensemble with that skirt thing, the single shirtless sleeve, belts and all. Instead Gen finds a small bare foot child wearing a quarter turtleneck that's falling off his shoulders, a pair of already baggy pants that look like ufo pants on the kid, and a sword harness with an absolutely obnoxiously big sword. (Gen has a freak out when he sees Cloud standing in knee high snow without any footwear, because seriously how long has this kid been wandering around in below freezing temperatures barefoot, he could lose his toes.)

How did Cloud even get separated from Zack and Vincent, and how did he make his way back to Nibelheim from wherever they had fled to? Simple: don't ask me questions I don't have an explanation for yet.

Zack and Vincent are desperately trying to find Cloud. The First Class trio don't realize that they are being hunted down by two very protective, skilled, and enhanced individuals who are hell bent on getting Cloud back.

Because this AU removes (most of) the time travel aspects, Cloud’s reasons for being afraid of Sephiroth are different. One cause of Cloud’s fear of Sephiroth is that Cloud has been having nightmares and visions of the future for basically as long as he can remember. On top of this, Cloud also has been conditioned to think that the greatest threat he might ever have to fight is Sephiroth, as he’s the top SOLDIER. Hojo drove this point home by forcing Cloud to fight simulations of Sephiroth, and would punish Cloud if he failed to beat it. Hojo also constantly forced Cloud through intense experiments and enhancements to “bring his capabilities up to be equivalent to Sephiroth”, inadvertently causing Cloud to associate any mention of Sephiroth and/or Sephiroth’s continued improvement with being subjected to another barrage of experiments. However, Cloud probably won't be as afraid of Sephiroth in this AU as he is in SSC. Yes Cloud would still be afraid of Sephiroth, and yes Cloud would still be more afraid of Seph than he is of Genesis or Angeal. However without the time travel aspect from the original fic, Cloud just won’t have enough reason to be as afraid of Sephiroth as he is in ssc. In this AU Cloud’s more afraid of what Sephiroth represents (the visions of the future, the ultimate threat Cloud may have to face, and further experimentation) than he is of Sephiroth as a person.

Sephiroth could earn Cloud's trust through showing Cloud that Hojo had hurt him too. Sephiroth understands what it means to be hurt by Hojo. 

You still want time travel elements? Well you’re in luck because I have three options for that.

1) Cloud time traveled version 1: In the first time line, he escaped with Zack, but Zack ultimately got killed. Cloud takes Zack’s outfit to remember him by, and stays out of the reach of ShinRa, builds a life for himself as a mercenary. At some point during the years during mercenary work Cloud stumbles upon the Buster sword on a cliff in the midgar wastes. As Angeal had no protegee, he had neither a student to order to cut him down or anyone to pass the Buster sword onto. Angeal died while leaning against the flat of the blade that he had struck into the earth in an attempt to keep himself propped up. Cloud recognizes the Buster sword and takes it with him. He doesn’t learn how the Buster got on the cliff after it was taken from Zack. Cloud spends his years as a mercenary drifting to wherever his jobs take him, and for the most part ignoring the events that shake ShinRa such as the Nibelheim incident and the mass defections. He stays far away from anything to do with ShinRa up until he takes a job from AVALANCHE. From there Cloud follows an altered version of cannon events. When Cloud time traveled, he got sent back to when he was a kid in the labs with Zack, the only things he brought back from the future are his rare summon materia as well as his Master Materia, those really being the main equipment he got after the labs. This would mean Cloud being small doesn’t necessarily have to be because of Jenova.

2) Cloud time traveled version 2: Zack escapes with Cloud pre crisis core, but ultimately gets apprehended by Sephiroth, who was sent to recapture “escaped experiments”. Sephiroth kills Zack, and Cloud is returned to Hojo (this gives an alternate reason behind Cloud calling Sephiroth “murderer” in chapter 3). Cloud continues to be experimented on and is sent on his first mission during the events of crisis core to go after the SOLDIERs who defected with Genesis. Cloud is eventually sent after and successfully takes down Genesis and Angeal. Cloud doesn’t recognize them after time traveling at first due to how advanced their degradation was when he fought them on top of his memories of that time in his life being unclear. Cloud does recognize that the sword Angeal has is the Buster sword and takes it with him. All Sephiroth learns about the deaths of his friends is that they were taken down by “a classified project designed for this exact type of scenario”. When the Nibelheim incident occurs, Sephiroth was sent with a random SOLDIER first. Cloud was sent to investigate to see if the accompanying first went rogue after the team sent to Nibelheim fails to report in and ShinRa hears of a disturbance in the area. Cloud arrives to find the village burning and the unnamed First (along with everyone else) killed by Sephiroth. Following orders to eliminate any rogue SOLDEIRs along with recognizing Sephiroth as the person who killed Zack, Cloud kills the silver General. Hojo is furious when he arrives, demanding why Cloud would kill Sephiroth, to which Cloud retorts that he followed his orders as given to him by ShinRa and the Professor himself. His orders were to eliminate any rogue SOLDEIRs, and Sephiroth had gone rogue. Hojo takes offence to this, and as punishment he tries to experiment Cloud into oblivion for 4 years. Hojo leaves Cloud in a mako tank after the creations of the Sephiroth clones, and he reasons once Sephiroth returns there will be no more need for Cloud. Cloud escapes, equipping himself with his gear from his time as ShinRa’s SOLDIER killer but opts to wear Zack’s outfit that was kept in the lab’s storage after his death. Cloud makes his way to midgar where he joins up with AVALANCHE, and from there the story follows along an altered version of the cannon events. As a side note, I’m not entirely sure how this one would work out with the time line and character ages, so this one may require some fudging of the characters ages to make sense? Idk, I really don’t understand the timeline of FF7. I think that using Cloud’s canon age would make him 14 maybe 15 when he takes down Genesis and Angeal. Considering that Hojo sent Sephiroth to Wutai at around the same age, it could work. 

3) Zack is the time traveler. In the original timeline, Zack doesn’t manage to escape the labs and ends up dying before Cloud gets to see. Zack ends up following Cloud around as a ghost and is powerless to do anything as Cloud struggles through his time as ShinRa’s SOLDIER killer, and then dealing with the events of meteor fall, geostigma, etc. the Planet ultimately cant recover, so it Sends Zack back in time to prevent the disasters from ever happening. Zack is sent back to early on in his time with Cloud in the Labs. Zack makes a point of reiterating how dangerous Sephiroth is to Cloud, and this time succeeds in escaping the labs with Cloud by enlisting Vincent’s help (Zack learned of Vincent through waiting over Cloud as a ghost). While Zack was sent back in time to save the planet, He acknowledges to himself that his real motivation behind doing this isn’t to be a hero, he just wants to take care of his Cloudy. Zack absolutely freaks out when he gets separated from Cloud. He’s on a warpath to get his adoptive son back. When Zack catches up to the three Firsts Cloud’s probably going to have to talk Zack down from outright eviscerating them for daring to touch Cloud. 

[little-lemon-lattes]

The Scheme

🌛Zelda Spellman x fem! reader

—Word count: 1.9k

— Triggers: Mention of murder and burning in a non-violent context

— Summary: We have part 2 to The Set Up! You and Zelda spend a blissful day together since kissing the night before, and make the most of being together before the mortuary fills with life- and typical Spellman scheming- again!

You were on Cloud-fucking-9.

The previous evening, you and Zelda had kissed. It had been truly extraordinary, even better than the few times you had allowed your mind to indulge in that kind of imagery concerning her. You had never felt that good with anyone before; well, minding that you had neither felt for anyone like that of which you had been trying to cover for the astonishing woman.

She currently lay in the grass next to you, cheek resting tentatively on your belly, as you both just watched each other in comfortable silence. Gosh, kissing Zelda had felt SO good that it had been hard to stop at just one. Like now. Her stunningly bright and beautiful green eyes were boring into yours, but you really couldn’t tell if she was trying to send you a signal or was just unwittingly that gorgeous on the daily. Probably the latter. You also had to remind yourself that, EVEN though you two already lived under the same roof, you would take things one step at a time together. The last 24 hours with Zelda had been like a dream, and the Spellman mortuary had a new air to it now that you knew where you stood.

That morning, you had woken just before dawn (which was much earlier than you preferred), likely still on a high from the feel of Zelda’s lips. Rather than lay there attempting to force yourself back to sleep, you rose from your pillow. Perhaps it was your always-lingering insecurity pulling some strings, but it suddenly seemed desperately important to you- then and there at 4:56am- that you find a way of proving to Zelda that she hadn’t made the wrong choice opening up to you the night before. Just one more bonus of Hilda’s disappearance that weekend being that the kitchen was inevitably free, within a few minutes you had decided to make a spot of breakfast to share. You would never admit it out loud, but you were also buzzing to showcase your culinary ability; of which had been somewhat hindered by the unspoken acknowledgement that Hilda was the kitchen witch of the house.

With that, you were out of bed and clothed in a black turtleneck and mom jeans, as you put the finishing touches on a French braid: all by 5:15. THe next two hours flew by as you whipped up black coffee, almond cake, black sausage, eggs, salmon, bagels, mushroom, and tomato. You were just laying out bloody-fleshed plums and yoghurt when you heard gentle footsteps on the landing above you. Smiling softly, you stopped to admire as the woman padded down the stairs, wrapped in a silky black robe and wiping bits of sleep from her eyes. She stopped dead as she spotted the food on the table, hand still raised to her eye.

“Surprise...?” you peeped.

Zelda’s hand flopped to her side as she tilted her head adorably, treating you to a giddy smile. And you were hopeless to try not to smile right back. That there was enough to have made the last two hours worth it. “

“What’s all this, y/n?”

“I, uh... breakfast?”

Zelda couldn’t help smiling a little more at the cute way you had made it seem like a question. “I see that,” she laughed, “but why?”

You forced an expression of mock pain onto your face.

“I am hurt, Spellman, hurt! Does there have to be a reason?”

All she did was raise her eyebrows in disbelief. You supposed it was probably best to build any chance you had together on honesty.

“Okay, FINE. I just... wanted to show you that last night wasn’t a mistake, in case you were having any doubts.”

Zelda trotted, cat-like, down from her post against the railing, and came to rest just half a metre in front of you.

“Why, there was absolutely nothing of the sort. I hardly slept a wink all night; your lips have something of a memorable feel to them, if I am honest.”

And this time, it was her that closed the space between you, snaking her arms around your waist to pull you closer. One long peck later, the bubblegum-pink shade of your cheeks matched hers in perfect unison, as if in competition.

Breakfast was sweet and long, spent thigh to thigh next to each other, chatting about all the things you had been too afraid to ask each other until that point.

The rest of the day was passed laying next to one another in the winter sunshine, beneath an age-old willow tree. After what felt like just minutes since you had arrived (but had really been hours), you pointed to the sky with the hand that wasn’t clasping Zelda’s.

“Look, the sun!”

You received a lazy “hmmm” in response. Twisting to face her on your left, you couldn’t fight your sigh of content. The High Priestess was laying with her eyes closed in utter bliss, the final rays of Sunday’s sunshine dancing across those glorious lashes.

“It’s setting, Zelda. Everyone will be back soon.” you murmured to her. It was as if you had thrown a bucket of ice over her. Cloud 9 disappeared with the snapping open of her eyes. The soft expression that had occupied her visage all day visibly hardened into her more familiar, stoic one. She leapt to her feet, snatching up the open novel beside her and swinging out her hand to you with force. Time and Space closed in around you the moment you took it, and, the next thing you knew, the two of you were outside the mortuary once more.

You turned to her sharply.

“What was that about?” you demanded. Standing silent for a moment, Zelda’s ears visibly pricked. After a few more moments, she seemed appeased, and swivelled to you. Her shoulders were tense, and you took note of her fingernails digging into her palm.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “I didn’t mean to be so abrupt. I just... I am enthused about where you and I are headed, y/n, and I’m terrified that others may not share my enthusiasm. I want to enjoy things as they are at present for a while longer, before having to think about who needs to be involved in our business.”

It was understandable, you supposed, and admittedly: there was a certain appeal to keeping things 007-style, like that fantastic mortal film. You relaxed a bit, and instantly felt awful for raising your voice at her.

You reached for the woman’s shoulder.

“You’re right, Zelds. I understand.”

She looked unconvinced.

“Are you sure? You have every right to want to murder me right now, if you so wished. Although, only if you were to bury me in the Cain pit...” she added as an afterthought.

You had to giggle at that one.

“You’re safe for now, Zelda,” you teased, “now, come on! I need to find a good hiding spot for scaring the BANSHEES out of them when they get back!”

Hilda, Sabrina, and Ambrose literally stomped their feet in sheer disappointment when they arrived back at the house and hadn’t caught the pair of you locked in some form of intimate embrace.

“Aw man! What will I tell my friends?! I had Roz totally excited about y/n finally getting some action... Like, she seriously admitted that she had this big crush on her when she first met her; whiiiiich definitely earned a few looks from Harvey, to say the least. The take-away from it all is that we now know exactly how fragile that guy’s ego is, YIKES, is all I can say.”

All the while, Ambrose was muttering a consistent string of “fuck”s under his breath, and Hilda was deciding whether to scald Sabrina’s ass to Hades and back.

“Sabrina!” her aunt admonished in disbelief, “how could you be so careless?! If any of this gets back to your aunt Zelda, we should consider ourselves excommunicated from her presence for good!”  

All of them fought a cringe. Sabrina looked a bit sheepish.

Hilda turned to Ambrose.

“And what about you, mister? What’s with the constant profanities?”

Ambrose took a step back from his aunt, nobody was sure whether consciously or not. “Erm...hm. Yes. Well. I-” his sputtering was resembling a car trying to start up. Ambrose’s eyes suddenly seemed unable to reach past the witches’ knees.

  “-um. Damn. Hecate, yes, I have... just lost a particularly large sum of money to one Dorian Gray.”

Hilda’s eyes were ready to pop out of her head.   “I was so unequivocally certain that our plan would work! Now where I am supposed to come up with $1000?!”

He was a little manic. The only one of the three who seemed somewhat happy about Ambrose’s situation was Sabrina, sticking a finger at him. “HA! Now that makes what I did so much better!”

Her plum-coloured lips parted with glee, and without warning, her and her travel bag had disappeared. Ambrose made a furious mental note to pour formaldehyde in her evening tea for leaving him here alone. When he had finally built up the courage to look his otherwise cheery aunt in the eyes again, a flash of fear struck him at the murderous look in hers. A low growl exited her throat.

“Well,” she snapped, “I suppose there will be no more silly little attempts on our part to play Cupid.”

As quickly as it had started, her anger dissipated, and was replaced by a certain sadness. Her mouth raised just a fraction, into a tired little smile.

“ ’just thought that Zelds could do with something nice for once. We failed. It didn’t work.”

With that, she picked up her carpet bag and shuffled off up the stairs. Ambrose watched her go, now a lone silhouette in the entrance of their home.

Or so he thought. You waited until Ambrose had moodily trudged down to the embalming room before emerging from your spot in the broom closet. Sniffling a little from all the dust- those things hadn’t been flown for years, SO old fashioned- you felt a mix of emotion at what you had just heard. You hadn’t intended on becoming an audience to some type of scheme, and especially not one of which involved you.

At first, there was embarrassment. You hadn’t realised that your feelings were apparently so obvious! Paired with the fact that Zelda’s must have been too in order to warrant such a matchmaking scheme; along with that you had truly thought that you had done a superb job at keeping it all under wraps, you were left feeling a bit stupid. But then came the funny side of it all, imagining Hilda, Ambrose, and Sabrina sneaking about like the Pink Panther and holding secret meetings about your love life. And finally came the warmth, the realisation of exactly how much the Spellmans had grown to care for you- so much that they trusted you to love Zelda as much as they did.

The whole situation was entirely too much of an opportunity to just leave alone. Grinning with total delight and schemes cooking of your own, you rematerialised in Zelda’s study at the Academy. The loud CRACK that accompanied that particular piece of magic made the woman flinch. Her brow crinkled at the sight of you in front of her great oaken desk. She was a little taken aback, and (it delighted you even more) flustered to see you there.

“Y/n?”

“Zelda. I NEED to tell you what I just heard!”

A game was now afoot.

And your opponents weren’t finished yet either.

[familyagrestefanblog]

Shadow Moth forshadowing detail + S4 Theory

I kinda just noticed something about Gabriels design concerning his Miraculous and I'm a bit mind blown right now tbh

I always thought it was odd that the character designers chose to hide the quite small butterfly brooch under a much bigger tie

Of course, as one can see in the transformation sequence, that "problem" gets solved when Nooroo activates the Miraculous. In the active Form the butterfly miraculous would indeed require a bigger hiding place such as a tie but the thing is, when the miraculous IS activated Gabriel doesn't wear the tie. So that "solution" is invalidated.

Its nothing that ever really bothered me much, I just found it ODD because they could have chosen anything for his casual wear but they stuck with something unnecessary big concidering the size of the object they want to hide with it.

But THEN I just remembered Shadow Moth from the upcoming s4 and... dude, the tie covering so much more space underneath than needed for the Butterfly miraculous was totally not a random decision.

The placements of the butterfly and peacock miraculous' actually line up perfectly with the size of the tie.

As I said the butterfly miraculous increases its size quite alot, it would probably cover almost half of the hidden area. But half also indicates that there is still space left and that remaining space is just right for the peacock miraculous

Looking at Natalies design both as her civilian self and as Mayura one can clearly see that the peacock is placed on a lower point as the butterfly.

And I just noticed how brilliantly they included the turtlenecks and "around areas" into her designs. Mayura doesn't need the same "upper space" as Hawkmoth does so she has all of that neck fluff. Whereas with Natalies normal clothing the red shirt area now looks actually "well used" and complete, where formerly it looked quite empty. Not too much to be off putting but seeing the peacock there on her civilian design feels like the missing piece of her design finally was added

But let me come back to this in a second, there is something else I wanna finish up first.

Thinking about the fact that the butterfly miraculous get alot bigger I noticed that it certainly is no coincidence either that Mayuras Miraculous stays the same size

As I showed right at the beginning the activated butterfly would take up so much space that, with taking Gabriels clothing layout into account, the peacock miraculous (as the second one added to his character) wouldn't be allowed to change in size because it wouldn't look visually appealing anymore. So both Natalies and Gabriels civilian designs were modelled from the get - go in a way that the peacock can stay the same size.

But all of this still leaves open some big implications. The way I am showcasing it implies that:

1. Gabriel is going to wear the peacock often and for long enough to justify setting up his character model with it in mind. I was always certain that Shadow Moth is not a combination we will only get to see 1 or 2 times but when I now realize that him wearing the peacock as well is apperently such a crucial aspect of his character arc that they set it up on this scale, I do have to wonder what's the plan here and how it'll correspond to

2. Unlike Gabriels civilian design, Natalies "completed" one including the peacock miraculous straight up implies that she won't be hiding it AT ALL. That's actually the most interesting aspect about this when I think about it. Sure the other miraculous from our heros aren't hidden either but one would think that Natalie would know better than to just wear a peacock pin out in broad daylight at the same spot Mayura does. Especially considering that Gabriel IS going to hide both Miraculous. There needs to be a reason why for it's okay for Natalie when it's so obviously not for Gabriel.

And I might actually have an answer for this

Ever since the Fandom very early caught onto the hints that Emilie was the former peacock miraculous holder a very specific thought came up and kinda stayed with some fans (me included) and I think we actually weren't off with that assumption at all.

The thought im talking about is of course the idea that in "the collector" Adrien didn't reacted to the peacock miraculous because for him it is simply a very dear and special jewelry of his mother. So seeing that his father is keeping it in his safe is not something that should come with much of a surprise. Hence why he didn't.

"But what does this have to do with Natalie?", you might ask and I say it actually could be quite simple at this point.

The show is making no secret out of Gabriel starting to fall in love with Natalie as well. The new york special even had him placing a PINK rose onto Emilies coffin instead of a red one, which as we know from "Weredad" symbolizes a platonic love.

Gabenath is happening (how it'll end is another question tho). With all of the set up and development to this point I actually DO would say that Gabriel will start moving on with Natalie (but will of course stay Hawkmoth and terrorize Paris because his quest has become less and less for his family and more for his own selfish and sadistic ego) which makes her suddenly wearing a peacock pin actually not suspicious at all.

In the eyes of the public and especially ADRIEN it would simply mean that Gabriel has fallen in love again and that Natalie has now reached the level of belonging in the Agreste family that she is now wearing the very special jewelry of Emilie. Bonus points if Adrien gives his blessing for her wearing it as well and ends up being the factor why she wears it from then on all the time because if we are gonna rip his heart out with the reveals, let's at least do it properly

But that still doesn't explain the paradoxical set up of Natalie wearing the miraculous permanently openly and Gabriels model being designed to wear the peacock much more often than we initially thought.

Well this is where I will go once again even deeper into theory land, if your interested in that, read further under the cut:

A possibility here is that Gabriel Miraculous jewelry collection comes into play.

It's an aspect of the show that has hardly been used til now and it would provide a solid solution for the problem. The piece of jewelry Natalie wears draws no suspicion to itself if it's seen at the same time Hawkmoth wears both the butterfly and the peacock.

I definitely don't think Natalie will wear it right from the beginning of the season, it'll most likely come through development and a special dedicated episode. My guess is on the forshadowed Sabine as "Verity Queen" and it'll be a mother's day episode.

Marinette has so much to do because of her duties as Ladybug and guardian that she can't spend the day with her mother because she has to leave constantly, leading Sabine to just want to know what her daughter is doing so important that mothers day isn't important anymore. Cue akumatization. In the same episode I see Adrien (after the Marinette& Sabine reunion scene) really welcoming Natalie as his new mother right up front to her and maybe even taking the peacock pin (his mothers "dear jewelry") out of Gabriels safe to give it to her as a symbol that she's for him his new mother figure.

Prior he would have seen Gabriel with the pin in his hand and thinking which Adrien interprets as "Father is thinking about moving on with Natalie" but as the peacock pin is not just that (and Gabriel refuses (but actually does want to) to move on properly) that interpretation is not quite all of the truth. So Adrien is the one to (ironically) give Natalie the miraculous permanently because even if his father still refuses to move on and take the opportunity to be happy again, that won't stop Adrien from having a new mother. You can have a new mother (figure) without your other parent making the official move first.

This is so sweet and heartbreaking and HORRIBLE at the same time, it’s totally something Miraculous would do! The show never hold back really using the double identities for stark contrast or set up for a brutal pay off (especially with the Agrestes which can only result in a disaster at this point).

Of course this is just one idea, not saying it'll 100% happen like this, it's just a possibility I really really like (Also for Sabine).

"Varity Queen" imo being near the middle of the season Gabriel and Natalie would afterwards definitely need the fake peacock miraculous from Gabriels jewelry line (A fake Peacock IS something said in a tweet a while ago I just can't find it anymore) as a cover up because Natalie will have to/WANT to wear the pin Adrien gave her from then on permanently. So while Gabriel brings chaos as Shadow Moth Natalie wears the fake Miraculous as civilian.

Or... You know...

Since Natalie was the one parent in the forshadow episode "Chat Blanc" who was shown to be genuinely upset and shocked that Adrien turned out to be Chat Noir (whereas Gabriel skyrocketed his cunt level to a new level) and then wasn't to be seen anymore later with Hawkmoth in the fight, maybe after finding out about Adriens identity which is forshadowed like crazy Gabriel thinks he's gonna have to take some... precautions concerning Natalie loyalty since Adrien and her are forming a strong mother/ son bond (while Gabriel himself becomes a more and more horrible father. And Him being the “loving family father who would do anything for his family” is what Natalie loves him for) and he fears Natalie will choose Adrien over him. So a fake Miraculous will definitely come in handy while he can properly hide the real one under his tie (which of course doesn't mean he'll be the one to keep the real Miraculous in the end)

It's a possibility. Something like this is VERY likely to happen in my opinien because I personally can't see how this family tragedy is supposed to end up as anything else than in flames after the reveals (including Adriens and Natalies bond) so this is the way I see their future.

[sad-boy-hank]

nice to see my deltarune oc is finally relevent

@lunasilverpelt pspspspspsps come looky

info under the cut bc it is A LOT

>>BASIC<<

NAME || Chance

NICKNAMES || Chan / Annie / Ann / Ace

AGE || 14

RACE || Monster

>>PERSONAL<<

PERSONALITY || Chance is the stereotypical "token good" kid, and always tries to do what he believes is in the best interest of others.

APPEARANCE || Chance is a bipedal cat monster about 5'6" in height with a lithe and agile build. His skin and fur are black, allowing him to blend seamlessly into the shadows. He also has a pair of large wings that he keeps folded unless threatened, two large, foxlike ears, grey eyes (that turn a bright yellow when excited), a short muzzle, a bushy tail, and huge, soft paws.

>>OVERWORLD STATS<<

ATTACK || 19

DEFENCE || 15

HEALTH || 115

ATTACK ABILITIES || Chance can launch a "gold attack" at enemies, which can lower their defence by 2 but does no damage.

WEAPONS || He can summon shadowy projectiles at will, but in a pinch he will use his fangs and claws.

CLOTHING || Chance wears a black flannel turtleneck.

>>DARK WORLD STATS<<

ATTACK || 20

DEFENCE || 19

HEALTH || 157

ATTACK ABILITY || Chance now has access to the attack "Throwing Stars", which allows him to launch up to six star-shaped projectiles at enemies. These stars have the added bonus of doing 2+ damage when hitting their target consecutively.

WEAPONS || Chance wields a shadowy lance with a spiked tip that he can throw at enemies.

CLOTHING || He dons a pale grey chestplate and a navy-blue tunic underneath it. He also wears a blue veil-like skirt and dark grey rompers.

[mookoo-writes]

~Dice and Secrets~ (Ford x Reader)

Authors Note: I just played Swooning Over Stan’s and-

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Pairing(s): Stanford Pines x Reader

Warning(s): Gender Neutral Reader, Cursing probably, nerds crushing on each other, post Weirdmageddon

Anyway, please enjoy~

“Roll for initiative!”

The sound of groans along with multiple rolling dice echoed through the hall. It was 1 in the morning and the shake was silent besides the occasional dice hitting the table. 

Why were you up this late? That’s simple. You were continuing a Dungeons, Dungeons, and more Dungeons campaign along with avoiding being caught playing such a game. Why you kept it a secret from everyone, you couldn’t say. This was just one of your guilty pleasures along with going to Renaissance Faires and dressing up. 

You had picked this time to avoid the risk of someone busting down the door and seeing the pile of multicolored dice scattered across your desk. Your friends didn’t have a problem with it since they live in a different time zone where your a couple hours ahead of them, but that doesn’t mean they didn’t question you with your suggested meet up time. They had eventually got the reason out of you, which resulted in the topic of Ford. You hadn’t talked about your feelings for him to anyone until that moment, so you may or may not have gushed for a few minutes like a lovesick high schooler. 

“Damn it Manny, why did you kick that rock.” Your friend scolded while multiple pieces of paper were being shuffled around. “I didn’t know there was an orc camp behind the bushes!” Your other friend groaned with a sigh. “At least we just healed. Oh, and I rolled a 16.” You added to the conversation, juggling the 20 sided die between your fingers. 

The DM looked up at his papers and rolled his dice a couple times. “Okay first in the order is one of the orcs. He is going to attack your player Y/n since they are standing the closest. I’m going to need you to make a saving throw.” You groan and mentally cursed your friend. 

At that moment a certain someone wandered out of his lad and up the stairs to the hallway your room was located. The familiar sound of a die hitting a hard surface made his attention go towards your slightly cracked door. A mental battle ran through his head as to whether to take a peak or not. Ford was just going to ignore it until he heard your voice along with some unfamiliar ones. His curiosity got the best of him and stepped closer to your door. 

“That’s a 9 but with the modifiers that will be… 15.” Your mental math abilities were a bit slow considering it was so late at night. “Okay… you only suffer a mere scratch to the arm from the orcs double headed battleaxe.” You silently cheered to yourself while pumping your fists. Your friends laughed at your actions until one of them had spotted someone in your doorway. They were about to say something to you until they closely examined the man; Glasses, trench coat and a red turtleneck sweater underneath. So that was the man you were gushing about a few calls ago. They could have fun with this. That same friend made a group chat with everyone in the call except you to tell them what plan had unfolded in their head. Everyone read the message and looked at you with a large grin. 

“Y/n, you don’t have headphones or earbuds in do you?” One of them asked. “No, no I don’t. I couldn’t find them. Why do you ask?” You rose a brow at your friend before going back to juggling your dice. She merely gave you a sly smile before replying, “No reason.” You glanced at her before dismissing her question. 

“Y/n your rolls have been on point this session!” Another friend pitched in with an enthusiastic tone. “Thanks, I have to make sure I’m not on the brink of death unlike last time.” You chuckled to yourself at the memory of an intense battle that went on last session. You were about to ask about the battle that was currently going on until someone else cut you off.

“Oh! That reminds me, have you finished your Ren Faire costume yet Y/n?” Okay this is weird. Usually all of you are focused on defeating the opposite opponents, but even your DM is getting off track. “Um, No? I still need to add small touches to the staff but I don’t see how this is relevance to the ga-” You were cut off once again, them completely ignoring your question.

“You still have that extra ticket or have you asked him yet?”

It was at that moment Ford could feel the grins of your friends being directed to him with one of them giving a wink.

The question made you freeze in your seat, face becoming slightly red. Where is all of this coming from? “N-no and I don’t think I will. I don’t have the confidence in that, hah.” You gave a sad chuckle and rubbed the back of your neck in embarrassment. 

Fords face became flush when he connected the dots; the sudden stop in your campaign with a question completely irrelevant to what was happening along with the stairs and grins thrown his way. Were you really going to ask him or do your friends think he’s someone else? 

“I don’t think he would have time, anyway. He’s always in the basement working on various projects and I would hate to take up so much of his time.” Your tone sounded sad and a bit disappointed. You saw one of your friend’s frown at your words before speaking up. “Going by the things you have already told us, I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to go,” That friend glanced over at Ford. “but if he makes you upset in any way, you bet I’ll book a ticket to fly over and kick his ass.”

Ford nervously swallowed at your friend’s stern words. One of his fingers were hooked at the edge of his collar as his face deepened in red at the thought of you asked him out. Not only that, but going to a Ren Faire in costume and everything! Believe it or not, but he had always wanted to take a special someone to an event like this. It had always been one of his dreams to share the world of fantasy and magic with a romantic partner, but lost hope the older he got. 

Your friend looked back at you and said with a closed eye smile, “Oh yea, they also have cosplay stuff stored in the back of their closet along with a 6 foot foam sword they made! You can’t hide your nerd self forever Y/n!” 

“Who are you talking too…” You turn around in your chair and make direct eye contact with the one person you didn’t want to see. The die you were holding dripped to the flour with a thud as you stare at Ford with wide eyes. 

You quickly turn back around and muted your friends before they could say anything embarrassing (as if they didn’t already). “How… much did you hear?” You hid your face in your hands, trying to hide your beat red face. Ford fiddled with the collar of his sweater yet again, trying to find the right words. “I’ve heard enough.” He steps into the door, closing the door behind him. 

You take a deep breath, wondering if you just destroyed your friendship. “Please, just… forget that every happen.” Ford rose a brow. “Why would I do that? You haven’t even asked me yet.” 

You paused at his words. What? “What do you mean?” You uncovered your face with a confused look plastered on it. Ford walked over to where you had dropped your 20 sided die and picked it up. “Well, you haven’t asked me if I wanted to go or not.” He looked at you, a small smile along with a shade of red dusted his face. “You would want to go with me?” Your voice still sounding confused but with a hint of hope in your words. “Of course! That sounds like a lovely time!” Ford held out the dice for you to take while his other hand rubbed the back of his neck. “That is, if you’ll have me.” You took the die out of his hand, figures brushed together briefly before pulling away. A small smile rose to your lips as you held the 20 sided die in your palm.

“Yea, I’d like that.”

Bonus:

After Ford left your room, you unmuted your chat. “That was one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen!” Your one friend yeld. Your face turned beat red at her words. You had to turn down the volume until she was done gushing about how romantic that was. “H-how did you hear that? I thought I was on mute?” You questioned while hiding your face with your hands. The DM chuckled to himself. “You muted us, not yourself. We all heard and saw everything.”

You’re not going to hear the end of this.