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Everyone does a day where they pretend Sephiroth doesn’t exist. How does it go?
The 'Sephiroth Doesn't Exist' Prank
• Zack thinks Sephiroth doesn't have fun and isn't included in enough silliness, so to combat this he has the idea to get everyone in on what he thinks is his best prank yet: pretending Sephiroth doesn't exist. This will end badly.
*Sephiroth approaches Genesis and Angeal*
Sephiroth: Hello.
Angeal: You know what would be nice, Gen? If we had a third friend.
Genesis: Agreed. We make a good duo, but sometimes it gets lonely.
Sephiroth: I'm standing right here.
Angeal: Do you hear something, Genesis?
Genesis: I don't believe I do.
Sephiroth: Have I don't something to upset you?
Genesis: Actually, I think I hear a cat somewhere.
Sephiroth:
*Lazard walks in*
Sephiroth: Good morning, director.
Lazard: Good morning, Genesis. Good morning, Angeal.
Sephiroth: !?
Lazard: So it's just the two of you here today?
Sephiroth: Are you unable to count?
Angeal: Yeah, Zack was supposed to be here but he's busy with a patrol assignment. Go ahead and brief us on the mission.
Lazard: Of course, since it's a very delicate operation that requires both of our First Class SOLDIERs. Since we only have two.
Sephiroth: .....When did I get demoted....? *opens his email to check*
Genesis: It's a shame there's only two of us. The program could really benefit from a third First Class SOLDIER. It's unfortunate that it's such a difficult position to achieve.
Sephiroth: I was the one who recommended you for First. Without me you wouldn't even be here.
Genesis: Do you gentlemen hear something?
Sephiroth: Your envy and petty jealousy are undesirable character traits that showcase your insecurities, therefore making you unlikeable and arrogant, which people gossip about behind your back. You would know this if you actually turned around for once instead of keeping your nose in the air, as if searching for the scent of success like a starved dog.
Genesis: ......
Sephiroth: Did you hear that?
Genesis: ......
*Sephiroth flicks Genesis' ear*
Genesis, fighting back tears: ......
Lazard: Anyway, I was wondering if either of you wanted room #14, as it will be evacuated shortly.
Sephiroth: But room #14 is my office—wait, I understand exactly what's going on.
Sephiroth: I've perished and the lifestream has failed to take me, making me a ghost and therefore freeing me of all responsibilities I previously had under Shinra's command.
Sephiroth: ......no, it's too good to be true.
*Zack walks in*
Zack: Hey, guys! Sorry I'm late, but I was actually in Professor Hojo's lab.
Angeal: Why??
Zack: Oh, he evaluated my physical condition and combat abilities, and then decided that I'm the perfect specimen and will now obsessively take over my life.
*Sephiroth stands up*
Sephiroth: I'M FREE.
*Sephiroth kicks his chair over, throws the stack if reports on the floor and walks over to the glass door, where he proceeds to shatter it with a forceful kick before cartwheeling away*
Angeal: Well that was a—Genesis stop crying—well that was a bad idea.
Zack: No it wasn't! See how happy he was? This prank totally brightened up his day!
*Genesis, Angeal and Zack are standing around when Tseng rushes up to them*
Tseng: We're in the middle of an emergency. Someone has murdered Professor Hojo and no one can locate Sephiroth. Where is he??
Zack: Oh....yeah, we played a prank on him by ignoring him, and now he thinks he's dead.
Tseng: Do you really expect me to believe Sephiroth would fall for one of your pranks?
*Sephiroth appears holding his bloody sword, wearing comfortable clothes, carrying a pet cat, and dragging a suitcase with a Costa Del Sol travel brochure in hand*
Tseng: Sephiroth?? What is the meaning of this??
Sephiroth:
Sephiroth: Which one of you bastards resuscitated me?
#ff7#ffvii#final fantasy 7#sephiroth#final fantasy vii#ffvii crisis core#genesis rhapsodos#ff7 crisis core#angeal hewley#zack fair#crisis core#tseng#lazard deusericus#soldier pranks
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Me taking my gang out on an outing:
#i go “ik a place” and i take u to the middle of nowhere#cmon pookie lets go flip rocks and dead feds#we can go run in the woods and prank soldiers‚ it'll be fun i swear#cod ghosts#call of duty ghosts
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Imagine…
You’re a soldier in the middle of a battlefield, some foreign country where you’ve been stationed, where mortar and artillery fire are the lullabies that sing you to sleep. You and your team just got ambushed and you’re so close to death that you can practically taste it…
And then you hear it: the helicopter rotors that signal imminent rescue. They’re your guardian angels, your saving grace, the pararescue. You breathe a sigh of relief because you know that they’ll save your life or die trying.
A man appears above you. Your savior. The PJ patch on his vest is like a beacon of hope.
He introduces himself as Flatline. Your confidence in his medical expertise is quickly dwindling.
He talks constantly as he works, a steady stream of consciousness that seems far too casual for the situation at hand, considering his hands are now coated in your blood and he’s actively holding one of your internal organs in place. Your confidence in his medical expertise is well and truly shattered.
You look back at his vest, just to make sure you read the PJ patch correctly (you did), but your eye is drawn to the second patch, just beside it and all hope of survival flies out of the window. At this point, you are tempted to ask for a new medic, because this one is surely going to end your life rather than save it.
You are Dex “Flatline” Murtagh’s patient, and he is about to get court martialed because one of his teammates snuck a patch onto his tac vest without him realizing it… unbeknownst to you, this has been going on for almost two years, and this one patch (and subsequent write up, court martial, and punishment) is the crowning glory of one of the most covert and intense prank battles the Air Force Pararescue has ever seen.
You survive, but you can never look at Casper the Ghost the same way again
#Dex’s entire team has an ongoing prank war where they order patches and sneak them onto each other’s tac vests#usually they’re pretty mundane or military humor that soldiers never get offended by#this one landed them in seriously hot water though#Dex has it framed in his room#call of duty#cod#cod oc#call of duty oc#cod original character#call of duty original character#oc: dex flatline murtagh#tombstone's epitaphs#86th rqs
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how would sephi have been like if glenn had stayed with him all his life
Sephiroth would have likely grown into someone a bit more open and social. He'd always be slightly reserved and aloof, but Glenn would be around to push him into interacting with people more, as well as trusting them.
Speaking of trust, the security of Glenn's continued support would have actually been extremely healthy for Seph in the long run. Whenever he's at his emotional limit, he knows he can rely on Glenn to be there for him. He doesn't have to be paranoid or too hard on himself. Glenn is always there. Always.
Sephiroth likely would have deserted Shinra a lot earlier. Since Glenn has taught him to be more compassionate, the added years have given him more time to reassess his beliefs and sense of purpose. And he's fully decided that his purpose is to be wherever Glenn is, to fight at his side as equals.
And as family.
#asks#ff7#final fantasy 7#ffvii#sephcanons#sephiroth#glenn lodbrok#first soldier#ffvii first soldier#AU#your april fool's prank from me is today I will be wholesome and unrealistically optimistic#........just know that none of this fluffy rainbow sunshine mush doesn't happen in canon lmao
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She's so happy she lived guys can't you tell?!
She will now forever frog blink I fear.
"Well I just went through hell and somehow managed to survive with the most damage being on my back but at least we're still together!"
"Right Cin, right isn't that just great...!"
"....what.."
#the voices told me to draw the two traumatized teens...#I like to headcanon (even if they are my characters and I can just make it canon)) that if both the Mayfield siblings survived and did live-#with the trauma Santiago would try pulling pranks on Cynthia to help get them both over what happened by literally playing chainsaw noises-#but actually ends up sending himself and her into war flashbacks.#I just like imagining them with that a thousand yard stare like that one soldier meme#perchance i might draw them like that#cindy mayfield ☀️#tcsm oc#texas chainsaw massacre game#✝️Santiago Mayfield✝️#MAYFIELD SIBLINGS!!!!#my art <3#can you guys tell Santiago got a redesign?
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there's one line in this song i can't come up with a clip for and normally that wouldn't be an issue because i generally don't adhere too closely to lyrics when i vid, i use them more as a general thematic guide
but it is like the climactic line so i do actually need something significant and dramatically satisfying here :/
#it's a bj character study and the line is about rage and rebellion against an institution so yk outrage at the army right?#but that's all hawkeye! bj's rebellion is all cute pranks and then he stops and admonishes hawkeye for his outrage#all bj's repressed rage is taken out on his friends not the institution - to which he pointedly capitulates in bombshells#i can't think of a dramatic enough moment of rebellion to work and i can't think of a way to subvert the line satisfyingly either...#maybe if i expanded it to the outrage of everyone - soldiers especially... hmmm#could focus on rebelling soldiers with something to include bj and allude to his repressed rage like a visual parallel#text post#enjoy the real time thought formation in these tags lol
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Random Levi Headcanon!
(I got this idea from watching a random prank TikTok xD)
- [ ] Levi is a clean freak right? Now what if I told you…………he has a weak stomach?
- [ ] I’m talking about dry heaving over blood, guts, boogers, spit, vomit, bad smells, etc!
- [ ] You know how cats hack up hair balls? He’d kind of look like that 🤣
- [ ] The facial expressions!!! The facial expressions!!
- [ ] He’d make all kinds of goofy faces!!!! If only they had cameras back then!
- [ ] And it is SOOOOO funny!! Stoic Levi gagging over small things when he can chop up titans! (I’ll be coming back to this later!!)
- [ ] Whenever it’s cleaning day he makes the cadets clean the bathroom, dishes, laundry, stables, etc anything that Levi will not handle very well. Plus he can make them clean whatever since he’s the captain 😎
- [ ] His cadets have even pranked him with old meat/fish before. Sneaking into his office and leaving it on his desk (It was Connie’s idea!)
- [ ] Once he walks in POOF 💨 that wave of rotten meat smell hits him and he’s hunched over HEAVING while the cadets try not to give away their hiding spaces from laughing (Hange was in on it too! 🤣)
- [ ] Even Mikasa would get a laugh out of it!
- [ ] He’ll be so mad because the smell lingers in his office for DAYS
- [ ] Levi would avoid the office until it has been torn apart and deep cleaned piece by tiny piece
- [ ] Whenever Levi finds out who put the rotten meat there (put that thing back where it came from or so help me!!) they’re taking laps around camp for the rest of the month, bonked in the head with a mop, and put on cleaning duty! They’d clean his office everyday!
- [ ] It’s a risky prank but it is so worth it hehehe 😈
-[ ] Did I mention he’d probably be afraid of skunks, C H I L D R E N, flies, shield bugs, roaches, rats, and mice? If the cadets get their hands on any of those animals Levi’s out the door! 🚪 🏃♂️ 💨
- [ ] Now, whenever Levi has a task at hand or whenever he is put in danger that gag reflex completely vanishes. He follows his orders!
- [ ] Erwin tries his best not to put him in grody situations, but if he needs to then what’s done is done
- [ ] That’s how Levi can put up with killing titans, and fight because he’s Humanity’s Strongest after all! It’s work
- [ ] Whenever there is nothing life threatening happening THEN he’ll hunch over and hack up a lung over something disgusting
Anyways just something I thought would be really funny xD I’m so evil heheheheheh Sorry Levi!
#levi ackerman#attack on Titan#aot#snk#levi headcanons#head canons#anime#silly#funny#I’m evil#mwahahahaha#my crushes#weak stomach#goofy head canons#this fandom needs more humor#laugh it’s funny!#humanity’s strongest soldier#cute#pranks
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Sauce putting a dramatic zoom-in of his and Ja'Marr's little slap fight in the trailer for his documentary is so funny to me. Also do you think he actually has permission to use all these NFL clips on his youtube channel that he monetizes? Would love to see him get sued, great publicity strategy for the doc 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍 👍
society when sauce finally gets sued for being a sinister sauce evader and has to sell his stupid beanie for survival
#new sauce video: I GOT S U E D 😱😱⁉️⁉️⁉️#CLICK THE VIDEO TO FIND OUT!!!!!!! (I CANT BELIEVE THIS HAPPENEDUH!!! 🔥💯🤘🏾🤘🏾🤘🏾)#thumbnail is him in a cardboard box outside jamarrs doorstep like an abandoned kitten but it's not an edit it's actually real#ja'marr opens the door and attacks him with a firehorse like that cardboard box baby at a firehouse prank#it happens right at the end and sauce ends it without doing his gay little youtuber sign off#u scroll down in the comments and see him yelling at his own video abt the editor not cutting the end like he promised#sauce would take it down but it's also his most popular video and hes a sl*tty little sauce for attention#especially bad attention (he is ill) (he is a pillowbiter) (he disgusts m#so he lets it live... for now#this great success later encourages him to post jamarr digging him out afterwards since sauce looked so soggy and pathetic#but he gets sued again for the macklemore s*xtape playlist#insane how his editor was just like 'ok sure lets give a dramatic tilt and zoom to this little gay moment to make it seem cool'#sauce probably thought it was so tuff.. he fantasizes abt it in his jets styled airplane bed#marvel avengers endgame style climax when it's literally just a slapfight#he gets sued for that too btw#hes not allowed to even daydream on capitalism's watch 😭#sauce#ted asks#hes so. wow. im so glad i have so many great soldiers in the sauce army to report on his sufferings#i Love It#thank u 🥰🥰🥰
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On his high school football team, Shane was a defensive back, #22. His coach was always impressed with his ability to tackle and quickly cover receivers. Sometimes he wishes he had kept up with playing in college and gone pro thereafter. He had his old jersey framed and hanging at his and Jean's old place, but once the Outbreak began, that was left in ruins, too. He has no idea what's become of that old jersey. Shane's never returned to his old home.
#Heart of A Soldier || Headcanon#// Shane was definitely a jock type but a nice jock#// Pulled pranks and tried to be a friend to everybody#// Never shoved a kid into a locker or anything#// Least those who didn't deserve it LOL
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ok everyone I’m gonna mostly just post about daedpool and wovlerine for the next few days. I’ll be back to normal soon, promise
#it’s for a prank that’s probably only gonna be funny to me :)#then I’ll be back to our horrible vampires and our horrible doctors and our murder husbands and our amazing lovely star trek ppl#I probably forgot someone#oh yes and our dear child soldiers#NVM NVM NVM
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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐚' 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐬!
synopsis- dared by nobara, Yuji decides to pull a prank on their physics professor— gojo satoru, infamous for his wickedly handsome face and his notorious mouth. He spikes gojo’s coffee with a few pills of viagra, suppressing the jolts of illegal excitement bubbling up his veins— which soon dies when gojo offers the cup of coffee to you instead.
warnings- college!au, SMUT, physics professor gojo with huge d, you having a hopeless crush on gojo, nobamaki as your sidekick, age gap(6yrs), use of APHRODISIACS, oral male receiving, mutual masturbation, SQUIRTING, CHOKING, unprotected sex(sort of), VOYEURISM, I feel sorry for Yuji, cursing, dirty talk, some great latin words.
w.c- 4.8k
a/n's note- Yuji will always be remembered as my brave soldier! Next will be nanami in the series!! i hope you like it. comments and reblogs are much appreciated!! Taglist is open!
“Professor gojo is always a hot topic for the girls” nobara stated blandly to her senior maki, sitting opposite to her at their regular corner cafeteria table.
Maki rolls her eyes at the statement, unable to pinpoint what exactly girls like about their professor. Even you— her best friend has an insatiable crush on him. She unwrapped her chicken cheese burger taking a huge bite before muffling “yeah, nothing new…”.
Gojo Satoru, your physics professor, has been a topic of constant gossip ever since he joined the university. He was surprisingly young, menacingly handsome and had a notorious way with his tongue. His carefree attitude and indelible impression caused students to mark him as the— infamous professor among the trio of young havocs.
Girls swarmed around him sprawling new tattles each day. And another one that randomly popped out at the chatter page of your university was— professor gojo having an extremely high sex drive.
An anon posted it in the forum and disappeared and it blew up overnight. People agreed over online, some simping, some getting disgusted or jealous(mainly boys), and some concocting new scandals having seen him going out with two different women in one day.
Today was no different. The chatter forums have been buzzing with news and rumors and among them the trending one was professor gojo’s libido discussions.
Nobara dragged her finger down the screen of her phone, refreshing the page hoping to see something new. “I can't believe they don't have any better discussions other than this.” Her disappointment was clearly visible as ‘gojolibido’ thingy still remained at its position on the top.
she placed her phone down on the table, sipping up the last of her drink.
Yuji leaned back in his armchair, his head resting against the cool metal frame, his body partially slouched. His crumpled paper wraps of sandwich sat messy on the table, “come to think of it, professor gojo never declines any of the stuff…”
The college rumors spread like gasoline set ablaze. There was little to no chance of him not being aware of the sizzling situation.
Maki dropped her half eaten burger, placing her elbows on the table top leaning in a bit. “He probably enjoys it.”
And maybe he does. There are sure subtle hints. The slight curve of the corner of his lips when students gawk at him as he walks past them, hearing them fawning over him. Or the smug side eye he gives to his male students— almost satirical. Or the infamous way of his wicked tongue, it's as if he was mocking them.
No one can say for sure.
“If that's the case I'm sure he wouldn't mind some pranks too…” Yuji straightens up half joking. “What do you mean?” asks maki.
“Like some pulling up a bold act…” he suggested, stretching his arms out before letting them fall on his thighs, rubbing his palms over the rough fabric.
“Woah!” Nobara almost jumped up in excitement, looking at Yuji as if he finally had some sense knocked in his head, “And here I thought Itadori never grew a brain,” she sprinted her head to maki who was gnawing on her burger.
“How ‘bout we get y/n pull something on gojo sensei?”
“Bruh—” maki leaned back in her seat, narrowing her eyes as a little smirk crawled up her face.
You've had a crush on professor gojo. And this was no secret from your friend group. Plus they already had enough of you sighing dramatically at the mere sight of him. They can only wonder how you even manage to behave normal when you're assigned to help him sort out some paperwork after class.
“This is gonna be awful. And fun to watch.” Maki turned her head to spot you in the cafeteria line, currently buying lunch for yuta and inumaki.
They have a paper due the next day so they requested you to buy them lunch to save time.
As you leave the cafeteria with lunch boxes in your hand, heading towards the classroom yuta and inumaki might be stressing over work, maki, nobara and Yuji join you.
“Done buying the idiots lunch?” Maki came up wrapping a hand over your shoulder. “Woa— yeah! On my way delivering it as you can see…”
“Sure thing.” Nobara said.
“Well you know we're playing truth and dare.” Maki continues dragging out the ‘dare’ part.
“Yeah lame shit…”
“So, we’ve got a dare for you.” She announces outright.
“Bitch i wasn't even playin—”
“Yuji wants to pass his dare to you.” Yuji looked baffled at nobara, but decided to play along anyway. “Ah yeah y/n senior, can you please take the dare my stead.”
Aww, you pitied the pink haired boy, one year junior than you. You nodded you head in sympathy, feeling sorry for what ridiculous of a dare maki and nobara might have imposed on him, not caring what they might impose on you.
“It's really simple okay….” maki says comforting you with her grip on your shoulder. “You just need to go and pull up a bold act on professor gojo.”
Your nodding halts as her word registers in your mind. You look up questionably at her with one eye twitching, face cringing.
“You want me to do what?”
“Chill, I'm not asking you to get naked or edge play with him. Just a little flirting will do…” nobara nods aggressively at maki’s words, eyes sparkling to convince you.
The lunch boxes stayed in your hand, before giving it away to the stressed duo who found it strange for maki, nobara and Yuji swarming around you, looking this excited considering your freaked out expression. You eventually agreed to them, unable to resist their sparkling eyes and it wouldn't be a lie to say you yourself were itching to try it out.
You sort of had a head start when things came to professor gojo. Atleast that's what your friends thought, though you tried to convince yourself the opposite. You were just an average student. Not too good not too bad.
It was a coincidence that he out of all the students ‘randomly’ chose you to sort out paperworks.
You even wondered if he knew your name. Not once has he addressed you with your name from the previous two paperwork sessions. Not being able to ask, you decide for yourself that he doesn't. After all, why would he even try to remember you? Bet he doesn't even glance twice at your face.
“Go!” Maki whispers at your ear, pushing you at your back, urging you.
Professor Gojo was standing outside his office. A rare scene indeed, he seemed immersed in his phone screen typing something.
You gulp once before looking back at your friends— whom you definitely cursed in your mind. Nobara pulled yuji’s collar down to her level, whispering something, which made him suppress his bubbling laugh.
Your face twists bitterly, feeling a burn of anger, which soon dies as they push you off causing you to stumble mid corridor.
Awkwardly you try regaining your balance as a string of curses slip past your mouth. You should have never agreed to this in the first place. Why did it matter anyway? You'd be graduating in a few months and will barely see the pink haired guy again.
Gojo’s gaze shifts in your direction as you try to maintain a straight posture. Your best friend and the juniors hid themselves behind the small alcove, eavesdropping eagerly.
“Yes?” Professor gojo stuffs his phone back in his pockets, one hand coming up to slide his rimmed sunglasses up his nose bridge.
You suck in a sharp breath, suddenly aware of each hair in your body and every single sensation coursing through your body causing them to stand in attention. “Eh—”
Gojo eyes you up and down, a discreet smile tugging off his lips, as he comes forward closing the distance between you two. His towering body blocked the sun rays pooling over your body from the huge glass window. “Have a doubt about the previous lecture?”
Maki and others sigh face palming themselves. Your frozen stance grows their doubt even stronger, questioning how you even manage to stay after class for the paper sorting sessions.
“Yea— i mean I want to ask you something— ” you fiddled with your fingers, looking the other direction as gojo leans down to your level. A familiar embarrassing burn creeps up your cheeks, soon spreading up to your ears.
“Um—”
Gojo hums encouraging you to speak up, his sunglasses slipping down a bit as one sapphire eye peeks at you.
You could feel maki and the other's gaze piercing through your back, suddenly wondering how come your professor hasn't noticed them gawking yet.
Gojo looks at you expectantly.
Okay, you've got this— you only need to pull a little bold stuff like flirting as nobara suggested. You can go with some pick up line, even related to physics for highlighting the pun intended, for example you can say ‘i know the spring constant of my mattress, wanna take some data?’
Okay, that was shit. What if you ask him to expand your polynomial? That's even more weird.
“You oka—”
“Cubitum eamus?”
“ -what?” Gojo straightens up, scrunching his nose, resting one hand at his hip.
Red spreads down to your collarbone, seemingly flushed yet relieved when gojo doesn't gets the hint. “Nothing.” You say before sprinting away downstairs, your friends following you down from the alcove.
“Y/n wait-” maki huffs catching up to you, the juniors following behind huffed out. “What the heck did you say?”
Her further inquiry made you even more flushed, eyes shutting as you take in another deep breath grabbing maki before shaking her by her shoulders. “I. Said. Nothing. You get it. NOTHING!!”
Maki showed you a thumbs up, as Yuji halts your action, saving her spinning head from your ass.
You calm yourself before making up and excuse and running away, still flustered, while the entire gang had no idea what the heck was wrong with you, coming to the conclusion that you were probably high.
“Bruh what did she even say? A curse or something?” Nobara cracks up as Yuji was still trying to rescue maki from her brain shaken plight.
“I swear,” Yuji agrees holding a eye- spiralling maki from her arm, “i could have done better than her.”
“Better?” Nobara lends a hand to Yuji.
“Yeah…much better.”
“Itadoriiii,” her eyes narrowed, a wicked grin blooming on her face, “I bet you're a man of your words.”
And this is how Itadori Yuji, was dared-convinced that a he could ofcourse pull a better prank than his senior, such as spiking professor gojo’s coffee with aphrodisiacs. ‘i mean it wouldn't hurt to see him ache a bit.’— was what nobara had said yesterday. ‘We've got so many rumours about professor gojo atleast someone have to confirm them.’ she shrugged sliding the ziplock of crushed pills in his shirts pocket, before slamming on his back.
Yuji checked once again at the front door of the office, his hands stirring the spoon on the hot coffee to let the powder dissolve. He somehow managed to sneak into gojo's office from the back door when professor geto called him out for a bit. The classes are over, and now would be the perfect time to get a look over the amusing scenario about to unfold.
Yuji gets alert when he hears footsteps coming near, abandoning the cup before scurrying to the back door in order to slip out before anyone notices him. He intends to hide in the men's washroom before coming back near the back of the gojo’s office peeking from the small gap in the door he'd left open.
As you enter professor gojo’s office with the bundle of written assignments the juniors had submitted, you see Yuji rushing out from the back door.
Confused, you tilt your head. “What the heck was he doing here?” You mumble to yourself. The embarrassing moment of the last encounter you had with professor gojo flashed through your mind, face cringing red as you shook your head to forget those thoughts.
Fortunately professor gojo didn't mention about the last encounter, he just asked you to collect the assignments from the juniors and bring it to his office. As usual he'd need your help evaluating the credits.
You did feel a bit awkward after what you'd done but you tried to feign indifference, which didn't actually work, your palms were sweating wet. However you nodded as usual and went on with your work.
You place the bundle of papers on his table, when your eyes travel to the cup of coffee, slow tendrils of warm stream rising upwards. However it was slightly displaced from its previous position, and— even the spoon in the coffee sat opposite from what you've seen before. There were slight sprinkles of white dust surrounding the saucer.
Your mouth forms a small astonished ‘o’, head turning back to look at the back door, with the small open gap. You weren't sure whoever you saw was Yuji or not, but you did spot a hint of pink.
Your brows knitted together.
Did he spike the coffee? You thought.
But why would he do that? Yuji wouldn't go and do something like this. As you try to connect the dots with the situation, the creak of the door draws your attention back from it.
Gojo entered back, his gaze briefly met yours, acknowledging you before turning back swiftly and sliding the door shut.
He slipped back into his directorial chair, hand gesturing to the chair across his table. “Have a seat.”
“—yes.”
He ran a hand up his hair, getting hold of the first assignment among the bunch of papers, “take my laptop and register the credits.” He flipped through the pages, scrutinizing some parts longer than the others as you obeyed him.
The excel sheet was already on screen as you opened his laptop, ready to type in the credits as he dictates.
“Y/n,” you raise your head, eyes wide at him. This is the first time he said your name, even more shocked that he did remember it.
“Yes.”
“Have the coffee.”
“—i'm sorry.”
Minutes of silence pass, before gojo flips through the last page of the first assignment, separating it from the others. “I said. Have. The. Coffee.”
You gulped at his persistent nature, did he spotted the white dust laying around?
“I— I'm not very fond of it.”
“Of coffee? Or of me?” you almost choked on your spit as he raised a cocky eyebrow, halting his hand midway from another assignment before picking up the metal spoon and stirring the lukewarm coffee once again.
“Coffee. I m-mean.”
“You seem nervous,” he placed both of his elbows on the table between you two, “I'm sure it will help you calm your nerves.”
“T-thank you but I rea—”
“You know you shouldn't reject your professor’s kindness.” your mouth felt dry, never have you ever seen professor gojo being this intimidating and hot, and if your brain already wasn't a freak, it was sort of turning you on. “Why are you adamant about it? Try it once.” he slid the saucer to you, as he let his face fall on the palm of his one hand, eyes watching your every movement with an orphic gleam.
Unwillingly, you raised your hand, getting hold of the cup before bringing it to your lips.
You gulped thickly not wanting to drink. You weren't sure if it was Yuji who spiked the drink or not, but it was sure spiked. You couldn't even bring yourself to tell gojo about it since you didn't want to blame Yuji for nothing but—
“drink.”
You sip it. And— it tasted normal. Maybe you were just overthinking.
Half an hour passed and you kept typing the credit scores on his laptop, as he continued checking the assignments.
Everything was fine except you felt hot- like extremely hot. Your shirt stuck too tight to your skin and you wanted to take it off, your chest was heaving, sweat beads were forming on your temple even though the ac was on.
“you okay?” gojo asks when you don't answer him. “Yes, I'm sorry, what was the score again?”
“You seem to sweat awfully? Is something wrong?” Gojo rose from his seat, pushing the chair back slightly as he did so. He moved away from the table and approached you till he was in front of you.
He extended one arm to you as his fingers touched your burning temple. You suck in a breath, his cold fingertips in contrast to your burning temple sent shivers down your spine. Heat pooled down your lower stomach as you felt the urge to clench around nothing.
Was the coffee spiked with—
Gojo narrowed his gaze when you didn't answer him, retreating back to the almost finished cup of coffee, pouring out the rest of the remains into the saucer as the white powdery residue became visible.
He swiped two fingers on it before rubbing and speculating it, sniffing it from his fingers. “tch, so you drugged it with aphrodisiacs.”
“Huh?” you gawk at his accusation.
“First you ask me to sleep with you, second you drug my coffee, do you really want me that bad?”
You wanted to deny his accusations, you wanted to tell him that you didn't drugged his coffee but the way his words were laced with a hint of mockery, especially the fact the he knew what you said to him the last day, increased the dull ache of your core even more, thighs squeezing with each other to get some relief.
You take a deep breath, calming your mind and open your mouth to deny him when he inserts his fingers in your mouth, the one with the white residue.
“Suck.” your eyes widen once again, you shouldn't be doing this, you didn't drug his drink, so you should be telling him the truth. But what if you played along, what if you sucked his fingers as he said.
What if—
Your tongue lapped the residue off his two fingers, sucking it clean, as he pulled his fingers out. He leaned down, hands on your arm rests caging you.
“Such a good girl.” His breath tickled your burning skin, “I was going to wait till you graduate but since you're so impatient…strip.”
It was an order. Unable to resist, you give in, if there was this mere possibility of him fucking you why not let it happen. You've had a crush on him since the very beginning and after all, this was the golden opportunity for you to confirm all the rumors about professor gojo you'd read in the forums.
You let out a shaky breath, setting his laptop aside before hands come up to undo your shirt. Gojo straightens up, watching you shamelessly strip out of your shirt without blinking, gaze predatory even as if he wanted to devour you whole.
You rise from your seat, letting your shirt fall on the chair you occupied before unzipping your skirt, its fabric pooling around your legs.
You were now almost naked, only in your lace bras and your drenched panties.
“Was the aphrodisiacs strong? You are pooling wet down there, it's almost dripping down your thighs.” And as if you weren't flushed enough, his mocking yet firm tone sent sparks dancing around your body.
He didn't waste any more time before yanking you against his table and ripping off your panties.
You hissed out a breath, which gojo swallowed with a bruising kiss. His one hand snaked his way to the hook of your bra while the other drifted down to your pulsating core.
Oh god. He murmurs against your lips.
He barely even touched you and you're so achingly wet. Not that he expected any less with the uncertain amount of aphrodisiacs you swallowed.
With one click, your bra loosened, before falling to the floor joining your torn laces.
There you were completely naked, whimpering, withering mess under him as he kissed and suckled your lips.
The infamous professor gojo satoru was kissing you, his hand down your pulsating core sent jolts circling the rough pad of his thumb on your red clit brutally.
Gojo pulls away from the kiss, letting you feed chunks of oxygen to your lungs. A slim string of drool attaching both of your lips. “Open my shirt.” He says guiding your hand to his shirt, before latching onto your neck, marking you.
You fumble with his shirt buttons hastily opening them before discarding his shirt on the floor. The way he was kissing his way down from your neck to your chest didn't allow you to take a look at his bare body, but you could feel it, muscles —defined, carved and chiseled. His hand reaches out, capturing yours, and he guides it across his chest, till it reaches the edge of his trousers.
“Woa—” you gasp at his pent up fabric when gojo eased himself, grinding on your hands.
A rumor confirmed: gojo had a big dick.
“Go on, do what you want with it.” He raised his head from your chest, now covered with red marks. He signals down with the corner of his lips curving sassily as he slips two of his fingers inside you.
You suck in a breath.
He draws back his free hand, cupping one of your breasts, caressing the neglected peaks of your arousal, while the other slowly fingers in and out of you, curling in so sweetly that it has your mind going dizzy. His fingers have you so full, that you feel you might just orgasm right now. The feeling of his rough fingers inside you was so different from yours, the way it pressed on different spots causing you to jolt of sensitivity, the way his thumb stimulated your clit, soothing the hot desire bubbling on your bunch of nerves, was otherworldly. You tried holding back your orgasm for this heaven to last longer, for him to lick on your nipples a little longer, for him to plunge his fingers in and out a little longer.
You heave out whimpers, trying to focus on something else other than your building hot white pleasure, unbuckling his belt as you unzip his trousers, letting it fall.
His cock sprang out in full bloom as you pulled down his boxers, taking it in your grip causing him to hiss.
It was thick and angry, already leaking precum. Your breath came out in harsh raps as you started jerking him, trying to match his rhythm. “Mmhh fuck” he lets out a growl before withdrawing you of your pleasure, leaving you empty and dripping sticky.
You suddenly regret holding back your orgasm. Will he stop? Will he say it's not right to do what you are doing now? Leave you unsatisfied, denied from your release, embarrassed and insulted.
He pushed you down to your knees, as your grip on his cock loses which is soon replaced by his hand. Jerking rough and slow.
“Open your mouth.”
You couldn't react when his hand closed around your neck, squeezing it tighter and harder until darkness surrounds the edges of your vision and you gasp your mouth open barely managing to drag in a chunk of air when he shoved his cock in.
“Yeah, now suck” he releases his hand from your neck only to tangle his fingers in your hair, forcing you down to gag on his thick cock.
“Mphfh.” drool leaked from the corners of your lips and dripped down your chin.
Gojo tugged your head back until only the tip of his cock remained in your mouth as he looked down at your tear filled eyes. “isn’t this what you wanted?” He plunged back down your head again with a sharp thrust. His tip was touching the back of your throat that you could feel it twitching slowly in your mouth and if this wasn't too much, the urge to relieve your throbbing clit intensified. You slide a hand down to your core, rubbing circles as he pulls back your head again. “Tch. Tch. Y/n. You're so needy for me. Cubitum eamus?” he says gently wiping off a tear from your cheek.
Fuck.
Before you could answer he starts fucking himself mercilessly into your mouth, his low grunts mixed with the obscene sound of your gagging caused another sensation of heat coiling down your stomach. This time he didn't even touch you yet you were this close to your orgasm. You were sure to release this time with his cock throbbing inside your mouth, fucking furiously, and tears clouding your gaze when he pulls out.
“Mmhh—” your protests die down as quick as they arise when he pulls you up and lifts you to his table, jerking aside the bundle of papers you brought.
He adjusted your hips, before spreading your legs wide open with his knees, yanking you closer, letting your back fall on his table, “so eager ain't ya’,” his voice was raspy with lust, as you pushed yourself up with your elbows to look at him when he thrusts himself in, nails digging on the plush of your hips. He slides in without much resistance as he grows a smile, “so horny that ya’ drugged ma’ coffee. Don't worry your professor’s gonna get you riling nuts.” He slides out before slamming in with one sharp thrust. Driving deep and hard with every single thrust. The table was shaking at the intensity of him pounding into you.
You cried out, mind getting blank, unable to process any coherent thoughts other than the sensation of his skin sliding with yours. His veins became more prominent with each thrust, flush getting deeper and deeper as his cock buried into you inch by inch till it touched the hilt of your ecstasy, which came down so sudden and so erratic, spilling down his cock onto his table till it dripped down the floor.
The table banged with each thrust yet you were too numb to even care for things to fall and shatter down on the floor as if the second wave of your ecstasy wasn't arriving, building up hot and raging along with the thrusts of your professor.
You clamped hard around his cock taking it all in, being so good for him that he hissed out his moans, more ravenous than he'd ever been. Your pussy clenched and stretched so good that he felt his blood running erratic, thrust getting more sloppy as your second high crashed down, cunt rippling with juices over his cock drilling into you, incoherent chants of his name spilling out your mouth. His head fell back, mouth opening in a breathy moan, as his eyes roll back, he knew he was close and might cum inside you if he didn't suppress his clawing desire.
With his muscles tensing each fucking second, he painfully let go of the warm sleeve of your cunt, the air feathering cool at his red cherry tip, before spurting out strings of cum on your stomach.
You barely could get hold of your consciousness, fucked feral by gojo satoru, laying naked on his desk with your stream of orgasm dripping down and marks of his arousal sticky on your stomach. Your hair was messy, skin marked from his iron grip and you looked dumb, wincing from the sudden emptiness— yet you were the most beautiful sight to him.
Yuji stood behind the door peeking from the gap he left open, you— his senior lays fucked on the table, his grip over his aching cock had the white of his cum slicking down from his knuckles. Oh what a scene it was, to let you have the blame for his misconduct and see you getting bullied by their professor, and to jerk off watching the entire scene unfold.
He felt bad for what he did, and yet he kept looking at the way you gagged around gojo’s cock, the way gojo sucked your nipples, and the way you squirted for him. He knows he shouldn't feel like this yet he was turned on, even though he came twice he was still turned on.
You don't remember much of what happened later. You only heard the rustling of papers, fixing of chairs and the only blurry sight you can regain was papers collected next to you, the mess of both of your arousals clean and the slight press of his lips on your temple.
Professor Gojo was fully dressed and calm. And you were in his car, wearing back your clothes except for your panties which were torn. You don't remember how you even got there.
“Where are we going?” You manage to ask, your voice hoarse from all the shouting.
“Home.”
Who knows you might be able to confirm the truth of the other rumors from the forums, however you were too spent to think any of that, slumping back into your slumber.
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For April fools we need Sephiroth pulling pranks
Sephiroth's Prank
• April 1st is a chaotic date at Shinra HQ. Tseng has to call in multiple Turks to his office to discipline them for pranks like supergluing hair on Rude’s head, adding a dirty sock to the VP��s morning coffee, and nearly suffocating the entire board of directors to death with a stink bomb thrown in the confrence room—all three pranks were done by Reno.
• But April 1st is especially anarchic in nature on the 49th floor.
• Director Lazard is quite literally trembling in fear as he steps off the elevator early in the morning.
*Zack intercepts him, stepping out from behind the corner with a grin*
*Lazard screams*
Zack: Good morning, director? Care for a peanut?
*Zack extends a can of peanuts his way*
Lazard: …..Really? A can of colorful worms? I expected more from you.
*He opens the can*
Lazard: I’m pleased that you’re not taking advantage of the date to—-
*The can explodes in his hand, shooting smoke and blue powder all over Lazard’s face*
Lazard:
Zack: I am always two steps ahead.
Lazard:
*Zack begins to slink back into the shadows*
Zack: Two steps. Ahead.
Lazard:
• Meanwhile, Genesis walks into Angeal’s office where he and Sephiroth are. He sets their coffees down on the desk.
Genesis: Here’s your coffee.
*Angeal and Sephiroth pick them up and take sips, Angeal promptly spits his out*
Angeal: EW. DID YOU PUT SALT IN THIS?
Genesis: I’m a mastermind. Happy April fools!
*Sephiroth continues to drink the coffee*
Angeal: Sephiroth how the fuck are you drinking that???
Sephiroth: Oh, I ordered a salted caramel macchiato. I thought they overdid it.
*Genesis smugly takes out his copy of Loveless. He tries to flip it open but is unsuccessful. It’s superglued shut*
Genesis: What the—?
*Angeal starts laughing*
Genesis: Ha-ha. Real funny.
*Genesis tries to put the book down on the desk but it sticks to his hand*
*Angeal laughs harder*
Sephiroth: I don’t see the appeal of April Fools'. It’s just a day where the implications of the date allow people to hurt others with childish pranks.
Genesis: While I adore you as a friend, Sephiroth, I don’t expect you to understand April Fools'. It’s a fun holiday, for fun people to do fun things. Your boring, stick-in-the-mud personality doesn’t quite fit the requirements.
*Sephiroth puts his coffee down*
Sephiroth: I’m offended.
Angeal: What Genesis means is that you’re not really the pranking type, and that’s okay. Lots of people don’t have what it takes to pull pranks.
Sephiroth: You’re insinuating that I’m incapable of pranking people?
Genesis: Darling, we’re saying it to your face.
*Angeal gets an Email from Lazard—“SUBJECT: HELP, EMAIL: GET ZACK OUT OF MY OFFICE HE HAS A FLAMETHROWER” *
Angeal: I gotta go. Gen, don’t you have materia class with the Thirds in ten minutes?
Genesis: I do. See you, Sephiroth. Don’t let the April fool hit you on your way out!
• They leave the office. Sephiroth sits there with his arms crossed, looking more sour than his coffee. And then he veers sly eyes unto Angeal’s laptop and the printer sitting on the desk.
Sephiroth: Hmm.
• A few hours later, Genesis finds himself on his merry way to Sephiroth’s office to grab Sephiroth’s tablet for him. On his way there he passes by Zack (dressed as an evil clown) hiding behind a corner as Lazard approaches (breathing with a paper bag).
• Genesis grabs Sephiroth’s tablet off his desk, but then his eyes fall onto a curious document laying there. He, being the nosy bitch he is, picks it up and behigs flipping through it. His eyes widen, eyebrows creeping higher and higher toward his hairline as he reads. And then he runs out, panicking.
• He passes by Zack again, this time being disciplined by Lazard, who’s sobbing and beating Zack with his own squeaky mallet.
*Genesis grabs Angeal and pulls him aside*
Genesis: YOU’RE NOT GOING TO BELIEVE WHAT I FOUND.
*He shoves the document in Angeal’s hands*
Angeal: What’s this?
Genesis, hyperventilating: It’s a classified report from Professor Hojo detailing the extent of Sephiroth’s condition.
Angeal: His…condition?
Genesis: HE’S PART CAT.
Angeal:
Genesis:
Angeal:
Genesis: I’M SERIOUS.
Angeal: Seriously in need of medication.
Genesis: READ IT.
*Angeal sighs and begins to flip through the papers*
Angeal:
Angeal:
Angeal: OH MY GOD.
Genesis: I KNOW.
Angeal: HE’S HALF CAT? LIKE ACTUALLY HALF CAT.
Genesis: It makes perfect sense! I don’t know how we didn’t see this sooner! His weird eyes, his fangs, the way he consumes 150 pieces of sushi in 10 minutes. HELL, THAT’S WHY HE LOVES THE BEACH. IT’S A GIANT LITTER BOX.
Angeal: Gen, calm down. For his sake, we can’t freak out.
Genesis: Why didn’t he tell us!?
Angeal: Probably out of fear we’d have the same reaction you’re having right now. Oh, that poor thing. He must be so embarassed, so lonely with no one to tell him that he’s special as he is. *Angeal begins to tear up* Or to give him head pats.
Genesis: What do we do now?? How are we supposed to act normally around him knowing he probably PURRS WHEN HE'S HAPPY??
Angeal: I DON’T KNOW! But We have to try! For his sake, we have to be as supportive and accommodating as possible.
Genesis: You’re right.
Angeal: And help him through this without letting him know that we know.
Genesis: You’re right.
Angeal: And be there for him tonight on the full moon when he fully turns into a cat.
Genesis: You’re righ—WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
Angeal: DID YOU NOT READ THE FINE PRINT?
Genesis: NO!?
*Genesis snatches the report from him and reads through it again*
Genesis: OH GODDESS HE’S A WEREKITTY
Angeal: THIS IS SICK. HOW COULD HOJO DO THIS TO HIM??
Genesis: NO WONDER HE LIKES CATNIP TEA SO MUCH. THAT BASTARD’S BEEN GETTING HIGH OFF HIS KITTY MIND THIS WHOLE TIME.
*There’s a noise from the cabinet beside them, they turn and see Sephiroth crawling out from under it*
Sephiroth: Hello, gentlemen.
*Angeal immediately starts sobbing*
• Later in the day, Genesis is working in his office. Sephiroth sits on the opposite chair playing with a ball of yarn Genesis provided him with.
*Sephiroth sees the glass of water near Genesis. He slowly reaches for it*
Genesis:
*Sephiroth knocks it over*
Genesis:
*sephiroth throws the glass against the wall*
Genesis:
Sephiroth: That was enriching.
• Even later, Angeal finds Sephiroth kneading a couch cushion in the break room.
Angeal: 💡
*Angeal takes out a bowl of bread dough from the fridge*
Angeal: For you!
Sephiroth: Thank you, but I prefer the sensation of fabric to that of bread.
*Sephiroth starts chewing the blanket*
Angeal:
Sephiroth: Meow.
• Much later, Genesis enters the materia room and sees Sephiroth perched on a shelf, reading.
Genesis: H-How did you get up there?
*Sephiroth hisses*
Genesis: !?
• And then Angeal enters his office and finds his leather couch completely torn up. Sephiroth sits in a corner, playing with a piece of the foam.
Sephiroth: You’re not mad, are you?
Angeal, tearing up: Of course not! You poor, sweet thing! Would you like me to bring you Genesis’ leather coats for you to play with?
Sephiroth: That would be delightful.
Angeal: I’m on it!
• Sephiroth, Genesis and Angeal walk into the SOLDIER mess hall and see Kunsel and a group of Thirds playing with a laser pointer.
Kunsel: Hey guys! Check out my new laser pointer!
*Kunsel aims it at the wall. Sephiroth’s pupils dilate*
Angeal: NO
Genesis: GRAB HIM
*They tackle Sephiroth to the ground*
• Finally evening comes. Angeal and Genesis lay on the couch in the lounge, both of them exhausted after a long day of dealing with Sephiroth. And then an adorable, gray cat walks in.
Cat: Meow.
Angeal: OH MY GOD! SEPHIROTH!
Genesis: HAS IT HAPPENED ALREADY? HAVE YOU TURNED INTO A CAT!?
*They rush to pick up the cat and immediately start coddling it*
Angeal, sobbing: YOU POOR THING. IS THIS WHAT YOU DEAL WITH EVERY FULL MOON?
Genesis: HE’S SO CUTE! ANGEAL! WE HAVE TO TAKE CARE OF HIM!
Angeal: DON’T WORRY BUDDY! WE’LL PROTECT YOU FROM NOW ON!
*Zack walks in, shirtless, covered in war paint, carrying a shovel*
Zack: The lizard man has banned animals from the 49th floor.
Angeal: What? Why?
Zack: Because I filled his office with 30 angry chocobos, so now he has guards with tranquilizer guns stationed everywhere. Any animal they see, they shoot and take to the pound.
Genesis: WHAT? Oh no…not good!
Zack: Hey, cute cat!
Angeal: IT’S SEPHIROTH.
Zack: Is it? Cool!
Genesis: I know it will be hard to believe, but Sephiroth is half-human, half-cat, and every full moon he turns into a cat! This is him!
Zack: No, no. I believe you.
Angeal: Just like that!?
Zack: Yeah, I mean, I kinda already knew. I’m part of the Sephiroth-is-actually-a-cat conspiracy theory club.
Genesis: the WHAT?
*Zack walks over to a painting on the wall and removes it. Behind it is a white board filled with pictures of Sephiroth, cats and anecdotes*
Angeal: .......
Genesis: .......
Zack: We have an email list and everything.
Angeal: .......
Genesis: .......
Zack: Back to Sephiroth being a cat. We have to get him out of here before Lazard or the guards see him!
Angeal: I know! Come on, if we’re quiet, we can sneak him up to my place.
*They walk towards the door, but then Lazard appears with four guards with tranqulizer guns*
Lazard: A-HA! I KNEW IT! I KNEW I HEARD A CAT IN HERE!
Angeal: Director, wait, we can explain! This isn’t just any cat, it’s Sephiroth!
Genesis: He turns into a cat every full moon!
Angeal: He’s innocent! He just wants to knead blankets and nap and scratch up Genesis’s expensive leather coats!
Genesis: Yeah, he—WHAT?
Angeal, sobbing: You can’t take him away! He may be a cat, but he’s still our best friend! He can’t be taken to the pound! He doesn’t deserve this!
Genesis: If you want to take cat Sephiroth away, you’ll have to get through me!
Angeal: And me!
Zack: And me too!
Lazard:
Lazard: What drugs did you three take?
(simultaneously)
Angeal: WE’RE NOT HIGH
Genesis: WE’RE TELLING THE TRUTH
Zack: The doctor said it would help.
*Everyone turns to look at him*
Zack:
Zack: SEPHIROTH IS A CAT.
Angeal: WE’RE TELLING THE TRUTH!
Genesis: DON’T HURT HIM!
Lazard: You know what? I’ve heard enough. *He turns to the guards* Take the cat.
*The guards aim at the cat in Angeal’s arms, everyone starts screaming, the guards shoot—And then Zack jumps in front of the cat, taking the tranquilizer dart for it*
Angeal: ZACK!
Genesis: ARE YOU OKAY?
*The cat jumps from Angeal’s arm and runs out the door*
Angeal: WAIT, SEPHIROTH!
Genesis: COME BACK!
• That’s when Sephiroth (the real one) appears in the doorway. He whisks the cat off the floor and starts petting it in his arms. Everyone’s jaw is on the floor—except for Zack, who’s whole body is on the floor.
Angeal: Sephiroth….you’re not the cat?
Sephiroth: Never was, never have been.
Genesis: You mean you’re not half-cat?? YOU TRICKED US?
Sephiroth: Tell me, what does eating your own words taste like? I wouldn’t know the sensation.
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Catching Colonel König stealing your panties from the communal laundry room? 👾
You really thought your colonel hated you. It was a normal thought - he always glared at you like you were an insect, always tried to give you the double training session even thought you're not really a soldier. You thought he would appreciate a comms officer who is willing to deal with his bullshit excuse of a formal paperwork, but it seemed like he just liked treating you like a secretary. Make you run for the documents, laps around the base, a bunny on cocaine as he would call you among the crew - everyone would laugh, and you didn't blame them. Konig scared the living shit out of you, out of everyone - someone would always repeat the same story about a colonel being left on a field without weapons and tearing an enemy's hand with his teeth and hands alone. Clean cut, the guy screamed until he bled out. You repeat the story in your head, imagining all the details - the groans, the moans, the splatters. You let him bully you into being a secretary because you like your hands attached to your body. Besides, you have a different problem. Your panties are missing, and it goes beyond simple forgetfulness. You're not sure if that is someone pranking you, or some poor recruit emptying the laundry basket to show the dirty laundry of his team instead of yours. You're a smart girl, you decide to follow the paper trail and find whoever was the sad fuck who actually threw it out. Your colonel is standing in the dark laundry room, the lacy hem of your panties peeking from under his mask. It moves like he smears it over his nose - or his mouth. You heart quelching, moans, splatters. The rigid groan of his voice, your name falling off his lips. You think you're going to be sick. Empty your stomach on the laundry room floor. You thought your colonel hated you. Now, with his hands pressing you down, bending you over the laundry machine, you wish you were right. That he would be a cruel, unforgiving man. Not the type to carefully graze over your hips, tongue buried between your legs. Not the type to kiss and lick at every bruise he leaves on your skin, moving his lips along your precious body. He doesn't fuck you, a small mercy - he whispers that he will take you right when he has time to leave the base for a few days and give you a small date. Rent a hotel room in the nearby city and fuck you on every surface until you abandon your shitty career and finally come to be his wife. It's just a taste for now, his monstrous cock between your thighs, the cockhead pressing on your clit ever so slightly. He taints your last panties with his cum and tugs your underwear up, making sure your cunt is creamed properly. Your breath hitches, the aftermath of your orgasm is filling you up with a sense of dread. You think you're actually going to be sick. he kisses your forehead and pushes his mask down again. Says to take a day off and sleep in his quarters, a fluffy princess on the colonel's pillows. You remember the story about a guy and a hand. You lounge in Konig's bedroom the whole next day.
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Covers every bar of soap with clear nail polish in his uncle's home. <3 April Fools - Joseph
unprompted asks: April Fool’s Edition™ 【no longer accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie
Normally, spilled ink wouldn't be much of an issue, whether he was working in his office at the Foundation or in his home's office. It was never really much of a big deal. Firstly, because that kind of small accidents weren't common for him. And, whenever they did happen, they were usually small enough that it would only take a trip to the bathroom to wash his hands to prevent himself from making a bigger mess with the ink, the ruined paper then would go into the trash bin if it couldn't be saved, and that was pretty much it.
Keyword here being 'normally'...
Today seemed to be a similar case to one of those previous and sparse ones overall. He was taking some notes, scribbling a few things down on a paper sheet that contained some general information about a future project that was still in the planning stage. It was at some point through that that his fountain pen decided it'd had enough for the day and an inky mess ensued. Small, but a mess nonetheless. Oh, well, at least this would make a good excuse to take a small break...
The old man got into the bathroom and proceeded to wash his hands. Or, more like try to, with unsuccessful results. The reason? There seemed to be something odd with the soap bar. No matter how much he rubbed the damn thing, it just... wouldn't lather at all. He decided to try with another one. Careful not to leave any ink imprints on the cabinet, he drew a new soap bar.
Tried again. Failed again.
Weird, but it was not the end of the world. Another soap bar was pulled. Same result. Perhaps it was all due to some defective batch? Maybe he'd have better luck trying with those soaps in one of the other bathrooms, he thought, not without wincing at the sight of the now ink stained sink.
Putting the thought aside for now, he went to a different bathroom, tried with a different soap. And then another. And another, but the result was always the same.
At some point, out of nowhere, realization hit him...
It was April Fools Day....
And, while he wasn't too sure about what exactly was going on... this whole thing somehow had Joseph's trademark all over it now that he was giving it a second thought.
That kid.... Good Heavens....
Fortunately for a now irritated Robert, his hands being wet kept him from rubbing his temples or he'd be dealing with an even bigger issue right now than just trying to find a soap that hadn't been terrorized by Jojo so he could get himself cleaned.
On the bright side........ At least this time there was no gelatin involved...
#[small throwback to last april fools when joseph put all of speebs' office stuff in gelatin]#[fdgfhgfghgjhjhk]#[first jona. and now it's speebs' turn to get pranked.... again gfGhgJKJ]#[massive kudos to joseph and his determination on being a little menace lol]#[it gives me life every single time i swear]#gazelessmenagerie#;answered#;speedwagon answers (( asks ))#[there's that part in BT where joseph is disguised as a soldier and speebs can instantly recognize him bc of his shenanigans...]#[and i'm 100% sure it's because of stuff like this that he was able to recognize him there lol]
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You've been a hero for years, but you play the same prank on every member of the Batfamily. You have regenerative powers to the extreme that your injuries heal in seconds if you allow it. The first time gets them every time.
You have metal claws and a fury that burns. You shine under stressful situations. You are the key to their success oftentimes. You are a soldier through-and-through with a surprisingly high level of intelligence. You never told them the extent of your experience, but you've shown and proven yourself in combat, so you never had to. So, you started having fun with it.
Dick thought he hit you too hard in the temple with his weapon and panicked when you, taking the opportunity, crumpled to the ground. He's never run so fast. Being the leader, he really didn't want to be charged with murder nor kill one of his greatest fighters.
Tim, poor Tim. He was so exhausted he grew sloppy on a mission. Sloppy enough that you needed to jump in front of a blade for him. Somehow, the blade managed to slip between your ribs and puncture your left lung.
Well, that woke Tim up. He never finished a fight quicker. He speed ran a fight. He was on a timer, and he felt it. You were, seemingly, bleeding out because he stubbornly refused to sleep the night before, and you had to jump in front of a blade for him. He felt guilty and horrified. What does he tell Batman? What does he tell Jason? He'll need to hang up the suit, and he'll never leave the house again. You were the soldier everybody needed. The rock everybody can rely on despite your jagged edges. He knelt beside you. He wanted to check for a pulse, but he knew it was too late. He was fighting the goons for too long. There was no way you survived. Then, he heard your laughter. You laughed in his face, and your eyes opened. You laughed so hard you cried. Tim nearly collapsed on top of you in relief. He won't be killed by Jason or Bruce tonight, and, mostly importantly, you survived. You were a dick about it the entire way back to HQ.
Bruce was frozen in terror. His son's significant other just died on his watch. He was getting flashbacks from the time Jason died. Jason. How was Jason going to forgive him? How was he going to forgive himself? He was the one to suggest you come with him on the mission. He thought it would be easy. A simple mission against Scarecrow. You were the best pick because your system cleared out the fear toxin the fastest out of everyone else. You've seen worse horrors than what the fear toxin could conjure up, so you never falter in the fight. Scarecrow actually feared you because of this. He has yet to find a combination that is strong enough to put you down. Now, Bruce's best soldier was gurgling blood with a slit throat. He's failed you. He let you die. You didn't have a family to mourn you. He didn't know enough about you to properly set up a funeral. How could he let this happen? After everyone was jailed, he let the police take over and ran to your body. Your blood had dried and caked on your neck. He knows a dead body when he sees one, and you are very much dead in his eyes. He sighed heavily as he picked you up, only to almost drop you immediately as you opened your eyes and grinned at him.
"How?"
Was the first question he demanded. He knew your healing factor was very powerful, but to recover from a slit throat seemed like a lot, especially after seeing how much blood you let yourself lose before closing the wound. You playfully punch his shoulder with a grin,
"You know how, old man."
He laughed. Touché. He knows your abilities likely better than you do yourself.
Damian wanted to give you a funeral fit for a king. He liked you the best out of everyone, including Jon. He threw a knife that managed to cut through your skull and lodge into your brain. His panic was immediate but short-lived as you pulled the knife out of your brain and closed to the wound. You scowled because it caused a headache, but you survived quite easily. In that single moment, he considered seriously contacting his grandfather to put you in the Lazarus Pit, but he knew you wouldn't want a second chance at life. He knew you would happily die a warrior's death than live a coward's life. He respected that. Damian nearly cried as he ran to you. He clung to you all day and refused to say why to anybody. You simply returned his hugs and ran your fingers through his hair affectionately. You murmured about forgiving him, and he clung tigher. He knows he doesn't have to guard you on missions, but he's a lot more protective of you outside. Chihuahua privileges.
Barbara watched with horror on the CCTV footage on a local building as you get decapitated. She had flashbacks to her run with the Joker that left her paralysed. The Joker struck again. Instead of taking you hostage, you fought too much. You fought like a whirlwind of adamantium and controlled fury. Joker wouldn't have stood a chance if someone didn't come up behind you and cut your head off. She screamed as your body picked your head up from the ground and put it back on without so much as a wince. Joker ran the second the claws came out.
Cass was petrified. She's seen death before, but your healing factor hadn't seemed to help at all when she found your corpse. You were beaten to death by Bane. She gave an appreciative whistle as she pushes your head to the side to look at the handprints around your neck. He did not go easy on you, that's for sure. She wondered how he didn't die with you. He was skewered like a kebab on your claws, limb limp but claws still out and buried into his heart. She checked and he was still alive. Barely, so you must have been just shy of puncturing the organ. You went down fighting, and that was the best she could have hoped for with you. She went to radio on comms about the news only to be stopped by a clawed hand. She watched in stunned silence as your body heals itself in less than one minute. You sat up and stretched like a cat before removing your claws from Bane. Bane groaned in agony, but you didn't mind him. You merely wiped your claws clean on his shirt with a cheeky smile on your face.
"Well, that was fun. Next time, show up faster, yes?"
Cass could only nod, dumbstruck as you laugh at her expression. Cass knew your healing factor was insane, but you were so clearly dead to her. She never underestimated you again as you told her it was self-control that stopped you from puncturing Bane's heart, not death.
Duke hadn't known fear until he watched Ra's Al Ghul gut you like a fish. Ra's used his fear as a chance to escape, and Duke couldn't find it in himself to chase. He collapsed at your side. It all happened so fast. He had no time to react. No time to stop it.
He screeched when your hands both retracted their claws, and you stuffed your organs casually back inside your body as it healed itself. His eyes were wide as you chuckled at his misery.
"Gotcha. Now, let's get the bastard, yeah?"
Duke could only nod. He was still in shock as you ran your way to catch Ra's. Talia, for what it was worth, gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze before sauntering off into the night herself.
Jason was furious, to say the least. Here he was, on his knees over your seemingly dead body only for you to jumpscare him while your body healed.
You cackled like a witch on Halloween as your body heals immediately. You can control your healing factor. To whatever degree you want to. You were never in any danger.
You put the fear of God in many people because of this prank. Jason was fuming.
"Why the fuck would you do that, pipsqueak?!"
His scream echoed in the alleyway you were "murdered" in. You merely laughed. Your claws come out in the moment and you slit your own throat but quickly heal yourself.
"I'm sorry, birdie. You were the last one to do this on."
That was the wrong thing to say because that pissed him off even further,
"THE LAST ONE?! YOU'VE DONE THIS BEFORE?!"
Everyone on the mission watched with amused expressions. It's true. Your prank, admittedly, was mean. Especially to your boyfriend who came back from the grave himself. Fondly, you cup his face with a smile. You said confidently,
"God doesn't have the nuts to kill me, Birdie."
Jason rolled his eyes, scoffing and throwing a tantrum like a toddler. He drops your body. He could never truly be angry with you, but he's pissed you put yourself in the position of needing to be healed in the first place.
"Alright, smartass. I'm not saving your sorry ass next mission. You can do that yourself."
Jason tensed immediately once he hears the snap of your spine breaking, but you weakly laugh and heal it in seconds. Lovingly, you say,
"Bones are harder than organs, asshole."
Now Jason laughs. He was still pissed, but hey. That saves on medical supplies.
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hi baby, you can make an hcs of the characters from The Boys with a Harley Quinn! readers?? With all characters including Soldier Boy
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ THE BOYS X HARLEY QUINN!READER
ᯓ★ looots of goofy shit, dark humour, gore, sensitive topics (abuse, toxic relationships, etc), toxicity, reader is fem!!
ᯓ★ Characters included (I couldn't do everyone so I just did these guys, I know yer kind missy 👴): Homelander, Black Noir (Old and New), Butcher, Soldier Boy
HOMELANDER
He's honestly so fed up with you.
Sure he loves watching you mess with people but he does not like it when YOU DO IT TO HIM!!!
"Quinn!" He'd shout for your name and you'd open the door to see him standing outside your room. You laugh when you see him covered in ketchup. One of your many pranks.
"What?? You needed the upgrade for the suit cupcake" You smiled all innocently.
That being said you LOVE pulling pranks on him.
Whether if it's putting hair dye in his shampoo or stealing his suit so he wakes up searching for it.
It's just your favourite thing to do.
There have been times he's tried to kill you due to his rage but it takes every cell in his body to stop himself because he knows that he's not able to do that.
Because why? Because he thinks you don't even deserve to be killed by him directly.
You disgust him that much.
He just wishes that you weren't such a pain in his ass.
If the pranks weren't bad enough that it had him double checking every item he uses, AKA worsening his trust issues. You've also came up with nicknames to mock his superhero status.
"If it ain't the flying dick!" You'd address his entrance to everybody the moment he walked in the meeting room.
Just imagine him suddenly stop and standing at the door like 🧍♂️
If you wanna know more nicknames, we've got captain narcissist, america's buttplug and sperm cell.
Trust you are never sent on safely planned missions, only the ones he knows are highly dangerous in hopes of you dying...
There was this one time he sent you on a suicide mission and he was all proud of himself, but just as he thought he finally got rid of you, the elevator door slides open to reveal you, some fabrics of your clothes were ripped and there were bruises all over your body but it didn't seem to bother you.
"What's up toots?" You'd smile even though your nose was bleeding. That's when he looked down to see the head of the guy he asked for you to assassinate.
Who also happened to be one of the most protected men in the nations by the way.
Like how the fuck did you do it?
You're not even an ACTUAL supe!!
Regardless, he has his respects for you but really why WONT YOU LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE.
PLEASE STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM SO CASUALLY ITS WEIRD??!???!?
ALSO DONT PINCH HIS BUTT!!!
You once did that during a meeting and the sight of him yelping as his body jumps was unforgettable!!
You're JUST like a bee addicted to its pollen. P.S, he's the pollen.
BLACK NOIR (OLD)
He.. doesn't... understand you??
Why do you enjoy showering him with love??
You say it's in your nature but why do you always ask to be carried around the tower??
And why does he obliges each time??
Apparently how your mindset works is that you find extremely deadly things to be adorable.
In this case, he's the extremely deadly thing.
With his silent nature, you just NEEDED to get a reaction out of him.
You tried tickling him or making him sneeze but he always just stares at you in confusion.
You can't see his face but you can tell he's giving you the "What are you doing?" Face.
That's when your bright ass thought of a plan.
A dumb and reckless idea... but hey! You have suicidal tendencies so this is fine!
You'd put yourself in danger on purpose just for him to always come rescuing you. He has lost many body parts when doing so but you could care less, you would give him those heart eyes as he carried you back to Vought in bridal style...
Just for the managers to lock you up in a small prison cell to prevent you from pulling more of these stunts.
Though they were never enough to hold you back.
Naturally there would be rumours in the industry if you two were dating and you never hesitate to push those rumours even more.
Imagine for a premiere for your movie, you'd walk on the red carpet in a dress with Noir beside you, still in his signature suit.
"You're looking real good tonight, handsome. I'm liking what I see" You'd say with your arm wrapped around his. He looks at you as you winked at him seductively.
Someone save this poor boy from your endless flirting.
Jokes aside, there has been times he's seen you in your lowest, like that time you trashed your room with your makeup melted from your tears.
Apparently you got rejected from a movie role you wanted to get so badly. Which was Mario but stupid Chris fucking Pratt got it instead.
Seeing the state you were in, he'd grab you by the shoulders firmly and make you sit down, then putting a blanket around you. He'd leave the room for a couple of minutes... to come back with a bucket of ice cream for you to happily snack on as you rest your head on his shoulder.
BLACK NOIR (NEW)
"EW!! Get this mo'fuckin' bastard away from me!" Literally your words when you heard about the replacement.
Is a bit hurt by your disgust towards him??
But that just means he knows what he's doing right or wrong with this new role.
No because seriously everything he does, he would stop to watch for your reaction, most of the time you are never impressed.
Like how he killed those homelander fans to frame the starlighters. He'd hold the bat, his mask all bloody as he turned to see you, arms crossed, no reaction to his performance.
UNTIL at the end of season 4 where he began killing people within the company, that was what got you to start growing interest in his character.
Even though you're fine with him, for now, you really don't like it when he pushes things.
As in trying too hard to replace the old Black Noir. You just don't fw it 😡
"Hey! Hey! Harley wait up!" He'd call out for you while you ignored him and decided to speed walk away. Anyways, he manages to catch up with you.
"The team wants us to attend the premiere of your next movie together.. since.... y'know... we're rumoured to be dating??" He said and you had to stop walking to put your entire energy into giving him the most NASTIEST look. The second he sees you take a deep breath, he knew it was over.
"I ain't yer GODDAMN babysitter, and don't you think that for a second that wearin' the suit makes you my damn boyfriend, alright? I ain't here to hold yer hand and coddle you. I got better things to do than listen to yer constant whining and need for attention. So knock it off, ya copy-cat!" You'd point at him before walking off, hand on your hip.
You can bet that he asks Deep for advices on how to win your heart.
BRO IS TOO INVESTED IN HIS CHARACTER 😭
That's why he thinks making you fall for him is one of Noir's characteristics.
You love mysterious and threatening looking people? Okay gotcha.
You want hyenas for pets? Cha-Ching! Got it!
But seriously someone please tell him to stop before he gets his ass beat. He does not want that Brooklyn smoke.
BILLY BUTCHER
Ah great another crazy chick.
The only possibility to why you'd be apart of the boys is if someone vouched for you.
50/50 it's either Hughie or Frenchie.
Though surprisingly enough, you were the first to notice the symptoms of his virus. Like he could be fidgeting at the office and you'd point it out so casually that everybody turns to look at you in confusion.
Everybody thought you were crazy at first, it's to be expected, but the second his virus was confirmed to be lethal. Everybody has started to take you a bit more seriously.
Read carefully. A bit.
He finds your weapons fascinating though. Like how your gun has words engraved in it, your initials being the biggest. Not to mention the designs being the inspiration of poker cards.
"That must make you the clown" He once said when you whipped it out to shoot someone. You smile mischievously at his remark.
"Oh you'd better watch your tongue before I make you the punchline of my next joke!"
He likes you.
ONLY if you don't fuck anything up.
Sure you guys do argue a lot but theres also strange moments of understanding between you two.
There was this one time he found you alone in the office, your legs placed on the table and you were literally downing a bottle of alcohol. It was when he came closer that he noticed the bruises on your body.
"What the hell happened to you?" He said and you sniffed as you quickly wipe away the tears in your eyes.
"Oh, I'm just peachy, tough guy... Can't you see I'm having a little cry-fest over here after a lover's spat with my oh-so-darling ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he just looooves to use me as his personal punchin' bag, y'know? But don't worry 'bout me. I'll be back to my ol' crazy self in no time. Just need a minute to let the tears dry and the bruises heal"
For the rest of the night he'd stay to talk about how shitty both your lives are. You guys actually BOND over your past traumas.
The booze just making the conversation ever more fun.
Will go out of his way to take you to places for shopping or eating at a restaurant to make you feel better.
After understanding you better, he realised you're just a once normal person who became a psychotic sociopath after whatever the supes did to wrong you.
He may not show it to you but he really cares about you and would not hesitate to protect you despite how much he says he wish you'd just fuck off.
SOLDIER BOY
You have to be some kind of masochist right??
He says the most disrespectful shit to you and you just squeal in excitement from it.
It's starting to weird him out.
Everything he does or say, you love to mock him, like he could be giving orders and you'd be at the back using your hands to mimic his talking like a puppet as you mouthed along and made faces.
But he has to say, he finds your insanity amusing. Because deep down, he sees a tiny bit of himself in you.
He calls you Looney Tunes. Why exactly? Nobody knows its for his own entertainment.
He's into older women but that doesn't stop you from flirting with him. He finds your efforts interesting.
"You're a tough nut to crack, Soldier Boy, but I'll get you to crack a smile eventually" You'd say and it'll be enough to have him grinning at you.
"You gonna tickle me?" He'd say, returning the same energy.
But that doesn't mean he's interested in you, he's just toying with you.
AND YOU KNOW IT. But apparently red flags just look like a go flag to you 🤷♀️
Despite that, if any other guy did the things he did to you, he would be fast to knock out the fucker. That's because he knows you value loyalty and he does too.
Everything aside, he really appreciates it when at the end where everybody turned against him you stayed by his side. Just imagine him driving the car while you're in the passenger seat singing your heart out to Cherry Bomb by The Runaways.
He'd simply shake his head with a smile on his face.
But the more relationship develops, he'd actually start to show you his softer side. Not soft side. Soft-er side.
Will literally lecture you into standing up more for yourself and stop being a doormat for every man in your life.
How ironic huh?
"You might act all tough and macho, but I see that big, marshmallow heart under there, sweetheart" You'd boop him on the nose that has him rolling his eyes with a smirk.
"You already said that. Are you a broken record or just dim?" He said.
If you stay obedient and don't push the wrong buttons, he might just keep you around.
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