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Two Is Better Than One - Chris and Matt Sturniolo

Chris x Matt and Fem Reader

The second part to Versus

polyamorous: characterized by or involved in the practice of engaging in multiple romantic (and typically sexual) relationships, with the consent of all the people involved.

or also defined as: the relationship you, matt and chris have built. it started out as an innocent game of truth or dare one night which turned into much more than you could have ever imagined. trust, respect, and honesty. these are the three rules set in place that are strictly to be followed.

but what happens when they just don't want to share you after all?

content warnings: poly relationship, not much plot to this one, heavy smut, raw sex, matt v chris, mean!matt, softdom!chris, fingering, oral receiving/giving, threesome (no incest thats just gross), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, manipulation, jealousy, angst, fluff at the end

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“Fuck, Matt…” You whine, the feeling of pleasure almost overwhelming, his long fingers sliding in and out of your wet, throbbing core.

“Is this okay? Does that feel good?” he asks, his head leaning down and eyes searching your face for any sign of resistance, his expression resembling a mixture of concern and excitement. He asks you as if you weren’t obviously enjoying it, moaning his name, your fingers grasping tightly onto his bicep as he fingers you. You’re basically panting like an animal, your head thrown back against his shoulder.

He’s asked you about a dozen times since you dared him to kiss you if you’re okay and if you’re comfortable. It’s endearing though, and something you’ve always appreciated about him.

“God, yes. Please don’t stop.” You reply breathlessly. He had pulled you into his lap earlier, your back against his chest, teasing you for a little before plunging his fingers into you, exploring you for the very first time.

He hums in satisfaction after you voice your approval and kisses the side of your neck, as you lean your head back more to allow him full access.

Chris watches with wide eyes and a slack jaw, leaning on his arm as he lays sideways on the carpet across from you. From his position he has the perfect view with you exposed to him, your legs spread open for Matt. He’s painfully hard in his pants, his palm rubbing over himself to relieve some of the tension.

This only makes you wetter as you bring your head up to stare back at Chris and he makes eye contact with you. The way he watches you makes your heart flip in your chest. He licks his lips, looking back down at your dripping hole, squeezing around Matt’s fingers as they curl inside you and he places a thumb on your clit, starting to rub circles.

You close your eyes and throw your head back against Matt again, completely lost in the feeling, the coil in your stomach starting to unravel. Colors dance across your eyelids as you squeeze them shut, your thighs tensing and loud moans from you fill the room.

Matt whispers words of encouragement in your ear and your orgasm rolls through you in delicious waves as you feel yourself drench his fingers with arousal.

Matt uses every ounce of strength he has not to cum from the sight of you losing yourself on his lap, his eyes locked on you. The sounds you make are like music to his ears and he knows he’s hooked now.

You never would’ve thought Matt would be the one to touch you like this, giving you the first orgasm that you’ve had from someone besides yourself in a good while, let alone Chris also watching it happen. But it’s incredibly sensual, and forbidden, and dirty, and you absolutely love it.

You recover from the short burst of ecstasy and sit up a little, your breath shaky and remove the death grip you had from Matt’s arm. Chris is still in shock, staring at you like he’s just witnessed the best porn scene of his life.

“What’s wrong Chris? Scared you can’t do better?” Matt says, taunting him.

He scoffs, and snaps out of his trance, grabbing you by the ankles to pull you towards him. You gasp from the sudden shift, and the mischievous smirk on Chris’s face has you blushing.

“Come ‘ere Princess. I’ll show you how it’s really done.”

That was 6 months ago, and this is now. Now, you’re sitting on Matt’s bed as he stands in front of you, the rage vibrating from him so strongly it’s starting to scare you. The difference between Matt now and Matt then is baffling. But the few times you’ve seen him like this, you couldn’t hide the fact how much it turned you on. He was the sweetest person you knew, yet he could absolutely ruin you if you pushed him to that point.

“Beg.” He says finally. Your doe eyes stare up at him, but he keeps a stoic expression.

“I- what?” You start, unsure what exactly he wants you to beg for.

“You heard me, angel. I want you to beg for it.” He answers.

Chris smirks from his place on the gaming chair, enjoying the approach Matt’s taken. His front teeth dig into his bottom lip, the obvious boner from earlier still pressed hard against his thigh in his sweatpants.

But the second your eyes flick over to Chris, Matt sighs in anger and shakes his head.

“Chris, get the fuck out.”

He sucks his teeth, throwing his hands in the air like a defeated child. “Bro what-“

“She’s too distracted right now. It’s still my fucking night. I said she’ll get what she wants. But on my terms.”

Chris glares at the back of Matt’s head for a little and then sighs, looking at you briefly before getting up from the chair and leaving the room, closing the door.

“Matt, I’m sorry. Can we please talk- “You start but he’s quick to shut you down.

“Shut your mouth and get on your knees. Now.”

Your face heats in embarrassment but your thighs clench together in excitement. Matt notices, watching your every move. He would never make you feel uncomfortable, and he knows you well enough to watch your body language and cues.

And he knows that your face is red with embarrassment because of his change in demeanor and his harsh tone but he also knows your thighs are clenching together because there’s a throb starting in your core. And he loves the effect he has on you.

You slip to your knees on his floor, as he unbuckles his belt and pulls his boxer briefs down a little, his cock springing out as he holds it in his hand in front of your face. He’s already hard and ready for you, as you shuffle even closer to him, placing your hands on his thighs.

“Go on. Show me how sorry you are.” He says, his voice deep and still thick with sleep.

That’s all you need to hear before taking him into your mouth, letting him slide as far down your throat as you can manage. He groans, holding the back of your head as he lets you adjust, your throat constricting slightly as you gag around him.

And you are sorry. You’re sorry that you let Chris have his way with you in the kitchen while you left him in his bed alone. You’re sorry that you made him angry, especially after his earlier confession. You’re sorry that this whole relationship between you three has gotten so messy.

So, you let him wrap his hands in your hair as he thrusts slightly, breathing through your nose and letting him control the pace, wanting to pull more sounds of approval from him. You let him fuck your mouth, holding your head and bucking his hips like that’s all you are to him right now, a hole for him to use.

He does this for a few good minutes, thoroughly enjoying the tight warmth of your throat around him. You’re sure that there’s a redness forming on your knees from being on the floor and tears start to leak from your eyes, but you don’t mind. You would gladly let him use you in whatever way he wanted.

“Fuck, angel... just like that. Take it.” He moans, and you reciprocate, your fingertips digging into his thighs. You’re basically slobbering on him now, saliva starting to pool out of your mouth and onto your chin. The cold metal of his rings scrape your scalp as he fists your hair tightly. You’re almost out of breath and you look up at him with lust filled eyes, your lashes fluttering. He nearly loses it then, his orgasm threatening to tip him over the edge.

But then he pulls out quickly before he can and you gasp, catching your breath.

He pulls you up by your arms, and practically throws you onto his bed, your back hitting his sheets. You barely have time to say anything before he’s stripping you of your clothes and pulling his pajama pants off. He crawls onto the mattress after you, holding your legs in place so you stay spread open for him, his throbbing dick still hanging out of his boxers.

He presses into you, sitting up on his knees on the bed as he runs his tip through your folds, causing a jolt of pleasure in your stomach and your mouth hangs open, watching him.

His eyes are transfixed on the way you’re leaking in need, slickness coating him as he slides through you teasingly over and over, and then looks into your eyes, a hungry, almost irritated look on his face from how insane you make him.

“I wanna hear you beg for it Y/N.” He demands.

You want him so bad, you would say anything he wanted you to.

“Please, Matt. I need you.”

He tsks, shaking his head slightly as he continues to tease you. “Not good enough.”

“Matt… Please fuck me. Please, I need to feel you baby, I’ll be so good I promise.”

He bites his lip, feeling his dick throb at the sound of the needy way you beg for him.

“Yeah? Not gonna make me mad anymore sweetheart?” He coos, and you shake your head in earnest as he locks eyes with you. He presses his tip against your entrance with a smirk on his face and you whine with frustration.

Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door and you can only assume it’s Chris. Matt chooses not to hear it, pushing himself all the way inside you without warning and you cry out, the feeling of him burying inside you as deep as he can, his hips flush with yours.

He doesn’t move at all, gripping the back of your thighs and pushing them up and tight against your upper body so he has your legs open even wider for him. His eyes are dark as he looks down at you, the dominance penetrating.

“Matt.” You hear Chris say from behind the door.

“Make one fucking noise and I’ll stop.” Matt tells you lowly and pulls out halfway only to slam back into you, hard.

Your eyes widen and you can’t help the loud whimper that escapes you. He clamps one of his hands over your mouth, and you clutch his wrist as he moves again, your body jolting at the rough way he thrusts into you. “What did I just say? Hm?” He warns through gritted teeth, his breath shaky despite his harsh tone.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks condescendingly and you shake your head no fervently, his hand still over your mouth. You don’t dare to make a sound no matter how bad you want to. “That’s what I thought.” He adds and quickens his pace, watching as he pounds into you, the feeling sparking a slow burn in both of you.

You’re absolutely soaked, and he can’t take his eyes off how well you take him. You’re already clenching around his cock, and he moves his hips up, scooting even closer to you, now hitting you at a different angle, his tip brushing your cervix. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you’re biting into his hand, gripping his arm for dear life.

Knock, knock.

Chris sighs from the other side of the door. He can’t hear you, but he can hear Matt’s headboard bang against the wall, and he burns with envy. He knows how pathetic this is. Standing outside Matt’s door while he fucks a girl. His girl. As far he was concerned, you were his. You had his heart, and no amount of pettiness or jealousy would change that.

They had both agreed they would share you tonight, per their discussion earlier in the kitchen. It’s what you wanted. And now Matt was being greedy.

“Come on, sweetheart, I know how fucking good it feels. Cum all over my dick, I know how bad you want to.” Matt tells you and you’re melting in seconds, trembling beneath him as you climax, the feeling incredible. You’re making small, muffled cries against him, riding out your high.

But the feeling of release is soon replaced with an intensity that has your legs shaking as he still hasn’t stopped thrusting into you, his resolve still intact.

He moves his hand from your mouth to your neck, gripping slightly, enough that you feel hazy. The overstimulation has you breathless, your whimpers lost as he fucks the air out of your lungs. The pleasure returns though as he finds your g spot once more, and he moves his hand from your neck to your clit, bringing even more stimulation to your nerve endings and your whole body feels as if it’s on fire.

Before you can cum though, Matt is suddenly pulling out of you, flipping you around so fast your head spins and enters you again from behind. He leans down over you, one arm snaking around your chest and the other around your waist as he holds you close to him.

“You belong to me, did you forget that?” He pants, starting slow, deep strokes into you and you moan out from the feeling. The change in position has you tingling, floating in pleasure under him. And his words only push you to that glorious edge again, as he spews filthy words into your ear, his arm tightening around you.

“If I ever catch you like that again, I’ll make sure you regret it.” He thrusts into you faster now, his pace unforgiving.

Silk sheets the color of melted chocolate and patchwork arm tattoos. That’s all you can focus on as Matt slams into you, and you take every minute of it. It’s not long before you’re reaching that peak again, trembling under Matt and breathless. He releases into you, his lips against your neck, hot breath puffing on your skin.

But that wasn’t the last one.

He made you cum again, for the third time, pulling you to the edge of the bed while he stood up and fucked you till your vision went blurry and your legs went numb. This time, pulling out and painting white stripes on your stomach and chest.

Once he catches his breath, he goes to grab a towel to clean you and you lay on the bed, your mind still foggy and your heart pounding in your chest. You can’t really move, your body spent from the intensity.

You don’t even notice when Matt comes back to you, running the towel over your body and between your legs, cleaning up his cum that’s leaked out of you. He places a hand to your forehead, smoothing your messy hair from your face and places a light kiss on your cheek. “You’re okay angel, I got you. ‘m right here…”

Chris comes through the door now, hearing the sudden silence and sees the image of you sprawled out on Matt’s bed, the fucked out look on your face. You’re sweaty and your eyelids are drooped with exhaustion. He then sees Matt, caressing your face and whispering sweetly to you.

“Jesus, Matt what did you do to her?” He says, moving closer.

Matt ignores him, grabbing a water bottle from his nightstand and handing it to you, helping you sit up slightly. “Drink this, angel.”

“Y/N, are you okay?” Chris asks and looks at you. You look absolutely ruined.

You nod weakly, unable to form words yet and gulp the water down.

“She’s fine Chris.”

“I asked her, not you.”

Matt gets up from beside you, stepping to Chris. “Why are you here again?”

Chris scoffs. “Because she wants me to be.”

“What if I changed my mind?”

“Well, its not just about you, is it?”

“No, what if I changed my mind about everything.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“The fuck does that mean Matt?”

“She belongs to me, I need her… I love her.”

“She’s not a fucking object-“

“You know what I fucking mean Chris-“

“No. I actually don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about because last I checked, she doesn’t want just you. We had an agreement- “ “Fuck the agreement- “ “Please, stop.” You whine from the bed, unable to take any more of their bickering. Your voice is hoarse and tired, your head lolling against the mattress.

Chris immediately comes over to you, lifting you up gently so he can hold you against him, your back against his chest as you lay between his legs.

“You feel okay baby? Do you want to go to sleep? You need some rest.” he asks softly, stroking your shoulders and running his hands down your arms.

“I’m okay.” You respond. You place a hand on his knee and lean your head back against him. You were tired but you had some time to calm down and felt a little clearer headed now.

And then you see Matt near your feet, crawling up to you slowly, his eyes all apologetic and doey. He gently places his hands on your legs, touching you like you might break. “Will you let me make you feel better angel?” He asks, his voice like honey and you melt in the sound.

“Yes.” You breathe and the way he’s looking at you has butterflies forming in your stomach and another feeling of want and lust blooming in your core, softer this time. A lot of emotions have been surfacing tonight, making the air thick and energy intense, almost overwhelming.

But it seems most of the cards have been laid on the table, and now all that’s left is the three of you, wrapped up in the simple language of wanting and the desire to be wanted back. The constant competing, the angst, the struggle for power… none of that matters right now except for their goal of wanting to please you and take care of you.

Matt’s mission is to caress your body, run his hands over every inch of your skin, kneading gently into the muscles of your thighs, legs and hips, massaging you. He molds his palms and fingertips into you like he’s sculpting an art piece and he’s careful to touch you, like you might break like glass.

You sigh, the soothing motions of his hands calming you, making you incredibly relaxed. And wet. With each brush of his hands on your inner thighs, his fingertips graze your creases, inching closer and closer to your aching cunt.

Then he starts to press kisses to your skin, tingles running through you from his soft lips. It’s maddening but also has your head in the clouds again, and you want nothing more than to feel his tongue against you.

Chris still holds you, his face buried into your neck, also using his mouth to leave more small marks next to the ones he placed before.

He brushes all your hair to the back of your neck, his hands moving to your breasts and you gasp lightly as he kneads them, flicking his thumbs across your sensitive nipples.

Matt continues to touch every part of your lower body except that place you need the most. You whine impatiently, now ready for him to go further. He looks up at you, his face hovering over your pelvis. “Want my mouth baby?” He says and you moan, nodding your head. “Please, Matt.” He smirks and he leans his head down, kissing the spot right above your clit. “So good for me.” He mumbles.

You reach down to tuck your fingers into his soft hair when Chris grabs your arms, gently pulling them back and holding them behind you. He places his lips by your ear, his breath puffing against your neck. “Gotta stay still baby.”

Matt then spreads your fold with his fingers and slides his tongue down your wetness, flicking it up and then back down to your hole. You moan loudly, as Chris continues to fondle your breasts, and smooths his hands down your stomach. He’s touching you as lovingly as he can in all the spots he can reach. All while Matt buries his face between your legs.

You lean your head back against Chris, cries of pleasure escaping your mouth.

“Does it feel good baby?” Chris whispers in your ear and you nod, unable to speak as Matt devours you, tasting you like he can’t get enough.

“Not better than my tongue though.” He adds and sticks two fingers in your mouth, resting them against your tongue and you suck lightly, your moans vibrating around them.

“Such a dirty fucking girl…” He groans and slips them out of your mouth with a pop, leaning down further to kiss you, his tongue circling yours.

Matt coaxes you closer and closer to that peak again, his mouth sucking and lapping at you like it’s his last meal. This time, the build up is sweeter, and it has you seeing stars as he encourages you to cum, his face coated with your juices, your whimpers and moans of his name sounding through the room.

“So beautiful angel, you did so well for me.” He praises.

✰✿

Exhaustion has officially taken over the three of you, the night finally ending in the early hours of the morning. You all lay in Matt’s bed, with you in the middle. Sleep took over your body once Chris helped you get a clean pair of pajamas on and laid you down. You looked so peaceful he just couldn’t leave you.

Matt let him stay. Begrudgingly. He didn’t have the energy to argue anymore tonight. Chris holds you from behind and you rest your hand as Matt’s chest, drawing soothing circles on his skin.

You awake after a few hours, the sunlight filtering through the shades of the bedroom window. It isn’t noon yet and your eyes are still heavy with sleep as you stretch a little and feel Chris’s arms tighten around you. You see Matt with his back to you, towards the edge of the bed. He’s knocked out, his shoulders moving with slow, deep breaths.

Chris holds you close to him, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he splays his hand over your stomach. “Already awake princess?”

You smile lazily and yawn, putting your hand over his. Your legs tangle underneath the blanket you share, and he pulls it up higher, covering most of your body. “Just lay here with me for a while, yeah?” He mumbles and peppers soft kisses from the spot below your ear down the nape of your neck, leaving goosebumps in his trail.

You sigh happily and his hands escape underneath your t-shirt, smoothing over your hips and the curve of your side. He continues kissing every inch of skin his lips can touch. The dip of your neck, your jaw, the back of your shoulder.

“You look so beautiful when you sleep… I love you more than you know, sweet girl. You mean everything to me.” He whispers and your heart squeezes in your chest. His words reciprocate what you feel for him, and it makes his touch all the more pleasing.

Chris runs his hands down your thighs now, fingertips brushing the crease of your pelvis and it only takes a few seconds for you to feel wetness pool between your legs for him as he places an open-mouthed kiss on your neck, running his tongue along your skin.

You whimper ever so quietly, your breathing more shallow from his soft, sensual actions. “Shhh… don’t make a sound baby. We don’t want Matt to wake up now do we?”

You turn your head slightly to make eye contact with him and he smirks, his fingers sneaking into the side of your shorts and caressing your wet folds. You stay silent though, your teeth digging into your bottom lip and brows furrowing as he pushes one finger inside you slowly, still some soreness from the night before.

“Be good for me, mama. I’m gonna get you ready for me, okay? Does it hurt?” He asks and you nod, hissing as he pushes in further, some resistance against him as he strokes your spongy walls.

He hums in empathy, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” You kiss him back as he continues small thrusts into you with his middle finger, growing wetter by the second. The burn disappears as he’s gentle with you, and you crave more.

He takes notice of the way your body relaxes now, the tenseness gone and your hips wiggle with need, so he adds another finger and you almost let a moan escape. He strokes your walls with care, pushing them all the way in to the base of his knuckles. Sounds of wetness come from under the blanket and he molds his lips against yours sweetly.

Your hips are moving back towards him, helping you slide down his fingers and he chuckles lightly. “Look at you… practically getting yourself off on my hand. Who knew my sweet girl was so needy, hm?” Chris taunts and you whimper quietly. “So needy for you, Chris… please.” You breathe and he removes his fingers from your hole, shoving them into your mouth.

Matt shuffles in his sleep in front of you and your heart races, a jolt of fear running through you. He doesn’t wake though, and Chris pulls his cock out of his boxers, pressing his tip into your hole, your arousal already coating him.

You make a muffled sound against his fingers as he groans into your ear. “You gonna be quiet like I said?” You nod and he pushes himself all the way into you, a grunt of pleasure emitting from him as he buries his face into your neck. He removes his fingers from your mouth and wraps his arm around your chest, cradling you against him as he rocks into you from behind, slow and deep.

“Such a good girl for me… always.” He praises and your mouth hangs open at the feeling of him sliding in and out of you, his shaky breath on your neck.

It feels so fucking good, you never want him to stop, wanting to have the feeling of him inside you always so you’re never empty.

It’s not long at all before you’re clenching around him, your orgasm spilling out and he’s whimpering into your skin, teeth biting softly into your flesh from the way you squeeze him.

“Fuck, I’m gonna fill you up so full baby, I want- shit… want you to have all of it.” He moans and releases into you, warm spurts of his cum painting your insides.

He stays inside you for a while, and holds you, your breaths slowing down eventually.

“I love you, Chris. Both of you. Please don’t make me choose.” You whisper, fatigue making your eyes slip close again as you drift to sleep in his arms.

He doesn’t say anything, his eyes looking over to Matt who seems to have been asleep the whole time. He sighs, pressing a kiss to your forehead and gently pulls away from you once you’re sound asleep, getting up from the bed to leave with you Matt and return to his room. He wants you to get rest. The hard discussion can be left for another day.

Matt turns over once Chris leaves, wrapping his arms around you. He makes a mental note to take extra good care of you for the next few days after the events of this weekend. He’ll run you a warm bath, massage your achy and sore limbs, and put on your favorite movies later.

And he definitely won’t forget to get Chris back for his sneaky acts that morning, something he was very, very good at.

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altocat · 2 months

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The Silver Elite club is so creepy actually. The fan clubs for Genesis and Angeal share basic information about Angeal loving plants and cooking or Genesis having a history with Loveless.

But Silver Elite takes it to another level. The information is uncomfortably private. Sephiroth sneaking into the training room with his friends was supposed to be a secret, but Hojo exposed it anyway. Yet in the same newsletter he writes about how Sephiroth valued his privacy. Great.

Then for Hojo to share something as personal as what Sephiroth used to clean his “long beautiful hair” is absolutely repulsive and disgusting. All that fan club did was expose how obsessed Hojo was with Sephiroth and how closely he monitored him all his life.

It's really eye-opening because Silver Elite is sorta played for laughs in CC, or at least meant to be kind of amusing because it's Sephiroth doing mundane Sephiroth things, only for you to realize in hindsight that it's actually a very deeply violating invasion of privacy. Sephiroth around CC era won't even LOOK at Hojo, much less speak to him. I refuse to believe he's giving Hojo any license to post all this private information without Shinra pressuring him into compliance.

People have expectations of Sephiroth. That he's this regal, dominant creature that is always in control, always above everyone else, always flawless and badass at everything he does. They know him as a villain, powerful, imposing, always two steps ahead of Cloud and crew, always smug and threatening and towering over the competition. Crisis Core (and First Soldier) paints a far grimmer picture as to the person Sane!Sephiroth really was pre-madness. He's actually very passive and subdued, dare I say submissive. He has his pride, yeah. And a level of authority over his men. He's definitely not someone you want to annoy or come to blows with. But in his private life within Shinra, he's actually very nonconfrontational and sort of bleakly resigned to everything.

Maybe the EC marketing was right when it suggested that the audience doesn't really KNOW Sephiroth. Because the way the real Sephiroth acts doesn't suggest dominance or power or autonomy of any kind. He's dealt a lot of daily Shinra bullshit and he just puts up with it. He does as he's told. He can be choosy about his missions and he might have a few more privileges than the average soldier. But his hands are just as tied as everyone else's. Maybe even more so because his guardians are allowed to exploit him for profit day after day just to drum up propaganda for new recruits.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #sephcanons #crisis core #sephiroth #hojo

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yawnderu · 5 months

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Genesis — Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader | Part I

The ride back home was awfully quiet, no music playing in the background like usual, no mindless chatter, simply both of you staring blankly ahead. Your hand was holding your stomach, missing the way it bulged before you were forced to give birth to the stillborn. It feels as if a part of your soul was ripped off of your body— and in a way, that's what happened. The little girl was an extension of yourself for so long that not feeling her in your womb anymore was like losing a limb.

Three months. In three months, your little girl would have been welcomed into the world, a room full of toys and warm clothes already waiting for her. You bite the inside of your cheek as the dam breaks, crying silently out of pure shock while Simon's knuckles turn white, clutching the steering wheel.

You say nothing as he parks in the street, waiting as you slam the door shut and stumble out of the car, already feeling the dread as soon as you look at your house. Simon's arms wrap around your body when you nearly fall over, too numb from the shock and pain mixing together. He carries you like you're a child, holding your face close to his chest as you sob without even realizing, unable to process anything.

He gently sets you down in bed, removing your shoes and putting them away on the side, covering your body with a warm weighted blanket before laying down with you, holding you as close as possible without hurting you. He doesn't know what to say— truly, he's at loss for words for the first time in his life. His soul is crushed, and he can't even begin to imagine how much worse it is for you.

''I'm sorry.'' It's all he can say for now, planting kiss after kiss to your forehead while you sob, his eyes getting glossy as feels you clutch your stomach, all evidence of the little girl you said ''I love you'' to before she even had ears is fully gone.

His warm hand rubs circles on your back while the other one cradles your head, hoping that at the very least, his touch helps. He plants one last kiss on your forehead before resting his chin on the top of your head, silently feeling relief once your arms wrap around him.

"We can try later on, when you're ready. I'll be home until you're right, love." He whispers, holding you even closer as his heart beats faster. He doesn't know if his promise is helping, or making things worse.

"I'll stay with you the entire pregnancy and more. The old man can deal with me being gone for a year or two." Your silence does nothing to help his growing anxiety, ready to take over his soul like black mold until he feels your hands clutching the back of his shirt, holding the fabric in a tight fist as you choke down a sob.

"You promise?" Your weak voice makes his heart break fully hit, brown eyes softening as he looks down at you. He gently cups your cheeks and makes you look up at him, taking in your features with a loving gaze. Face covered in snot and tears, yet still the most beautiful woman he's ever seen.

"I promise."

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silverflqmes · 2 months

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໒⦂ 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

synopsis. a compilation of headcanons that showcase the dating experience of the first class SOLDIER boys — along with a certain self proclaimed one..

genre. fluff + crack

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

gender neutral! reader.

➫ 𝓢𝗘𝗣𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗛 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ what’s it like dating sephiroth? it’s along the lines of sneaking around to meet at your most favorite spots, learning how to love, delicate touches and kisses, elements of forbidden romance, healing and deep conversations involving lots of reassurance.

⌗ sephiroth isn’t very familiar with physical affection, it’s something he never had the luxury of experiencing all his life.. so he would be a bit awkward with it, confused even, but he’s willing to learn cuz he wants to bond with you more! that and he’s hella touch starved.. although he won’t say🙁

⌗ love language, let’s see.. he also seems like the acts of service kinda guy, but values words of affirmation — whether towards himself or towards you. he doesn’t want his unwarranted popularity to bring you doubt of your own worth, but he also wants to hear he’s enough for you, since he, um, doesn’t view himself in the best light.. sobs.

⌗ the first date.. well, i would think you guys would have been together during the crisis core era cuz like.. after nibelheim.. kinda hard. unless you have jenova cells😭 anyways- the first date! he was not sure on where to take you, given his schedule and just him not um being sure on where to take you.. somehow, though, you ended up at a beautiful library, straight out of a fairytale setting. how he found such a hidden gem in midgar of all places stayed unknown to you, but it was such a lovely outing together<3 he seemed so carefree and at ease ( im sobbing. )

⌗ if anybody dares talk shit about sephiroth or make him feel outcasted, inhuman — whatever they have made him feel — BEAT THEM UP!! although, not actually.. because he won’t let you😐 still, he finds it sweet that despite his power and capability of ending somebody’s career — you won’t hesitate for even a second to stand up for him. likewise, if people dare to hurt you in anyway, it’s on sight.

⌗ ah, the i love you.. he would take a minute to say it because he’s still trying to understand the concept of love and process that you actually feel that way about him. but you wouldn’t say it first — he would. because you want him to say it when he feels it’s right, cuz you don’t wanna pressure him or anything..

⌗ sephiroth became a father of a very, very adorable feline friend that you surprised him with one day to keep him company. he was confused at first — but has grown fond of the cat and it’s his best friend now. they have the same eye color too and the cat has silver fur!!

➫ 𝓒𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗗 𝓢𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗙𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ what’s it like dating cloud? it’s late nights underneath the stars, comforting words and squeezes, a rollercoaster of challenges that you will have to overcome in order to be with one another.. and emotional constipation on his end for sure, but he’s trying his best!

⌗ cloud isn’t exactly the easiest with pda, he gets embarassed easily and doesn’t seem like the type to uh.. want people watching him do something outside of his norm? not really the spotlight loving type despite the wall market arc.. but he is okay with handholding and locking pinkies even too<3

⌗ his love language, hm.. i think it would be acts of service on the giving end, and for the receiving end, i think words of affirmation would suit his wants. he just wants to make sure he’s doing okay for you, every now and again he needs to hear it. otherwise i do see physical affection behind curtains.. he’s not openly expressive on it — has a hard time asking for stuff🥹

⌗ first date, uhh.. i think he would’ve gotten with you by the advent children timeline, just because he wants to do some reflection and y’know get the angst out of his system.. but anyway, the date i think would be a drive on fenrir ( his motorcycle.. ) to the outskirts of edge, somewhere the stars can be seen. it’s simple, nothing complex, just to unwind and enjoy the other’s company.

⌗ cloud tends to get nightmares a lot, i mean, bro has unresolved trauma.. and doesn’t have all his memories back because of that. so i feel he would have developed insomnia or just fears going to sleep. when this happens, i imagine later down the line when you are comfy with each other, be there for him!! company helps, always<3

⌗ for the i love you.. well, i think you’ll probably be the one to say it first — but verbatim. cloud, however, would be the one to say it first.. but without actually saying those three words.

⌗ while cloud has a very idgaf attitude and demeanor, he won’t hesitate to kick ass if someone speaks bad on you or does anything harmful towards you. bro literally used to brawl with kids back in nibelheim😭 if he hears any shit spoken on you or sees you getting pushed around, the buster is coming tf out🫡 or well, i suppose first tsurugi if it’s ac..

➫ 𝓩𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝓕𝗔𝗜𝗥 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ what’s it like dating zack fair? a total fever dream that makes you feel like a school girl in love, surprise attack hugs, being dragged to all sorts of places for dates, phone calls when you are apart and can’t sleep, convenience store trips at super odd hours and avoiding your responsibilities at shinra!

⌗ bro is so about pda, he can’t keep his hands off you!! wants to hug and hold you as much as possible, truly a puppy🥸 in public he likes to hold hands and walks with a skip in his step cuz he’s just so happy to be around you, also likes to wrap an arm around you for close proximity<3 doesn’t shy away from physical touch basically!

⌗ love language.. definitely physical affection, bro is totally the clingy type.. but i also believe he would value it a lot tbh — giving as well as receiving! then there’s acts of service, cuz i think that would also be his thing based on him telling aerith to make a list of her wishes for him.. OH, OH AND QUALITY TIME!! can’t forget that🙃

⌗ the first date was at costa del sol!! cc era too cuz um.. well.. y’know.. zack needed a break away from SOLDIER activities and hitting the beach seemed like a good way to go! catch some rays, chase those waves, maybe some volleyball, bbq and smoothies!! if you think it’s gonna be a relaxing day.. it’s probably gonna be a shit load of different activities.. but don’t worry!! you’ll get the absolute best sleep EVER afterwards. guaranteed!!

⌗ zack is a pretty emotional person, he feels very easily so if you’re hurt or upset, he aches for you. he rlly wants you to be happy, doesn’t want to see your smile taken away, ever. so he does everything in his power to ensure your happiness and if it’s people who have brought you sadness, then oh boy, they have another thing coming..

⌗ he kinda blurts the i love you out first without thinking tbh, it just comes out and he has the widest grin on his face when he says it. he fr doesn’t know what he’s doing to you, no matter how flustered or warm your chest feels, he’s so nonchalant about it😭 like why should he wait when he knows how he feels??

⌗ angeal had to give him a long ass talk about dating, honor, treating you well — you name it, your average angeal lecture🫡 but romance edition.. featuring genesis ( and sephiroth in the background smiling apologetically )

➫ 𝓖𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 𝓡𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗦𝗢𝗗𝗢𝗦 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ what’s it like dating genesis? it’s like being in a fairytale or movie, having poetry recited to you on the daily to further emphasize his love, getting spoiled endlessly, touches that leave you wanting more and ending up with the prince of your dreams.. kinda.

⌗ he is very much about pda! likes to display that you are his, holds you in his arms at any chance he gets, peppers you with slow, yet lingering kisses that leaves you completely touch starved😪 angeal has to scold him sometimes when he takes too long saying goodbye, especially if they have to go on missions..

⌗ love language would be a mixture between gift giving and physical affection, but i could also see him wanting words of affirmation. i mean he feels like he’s the failed attempt at being sephiroth, believes that the top hero spot should be his and all.. but otherwise, giving gifts to you would definitely be smtn he’d wanna do, especially if his missions are outside of midgar.

⌗ ah, the first date.. well, once again your best chance at being with him would have to have been during the cc timeline cuz bro dips.. but anyway!! the date.. well, strap yourself in cuz you’re going to a living showing of genesis’ favorite, loveless. yes, yes he takes you to a play. how can he not? it’s his favorite work of literature, and he wants to share that love with you too!! he’ll dress you up fancy beforehand, bought you a whole outfit😵‍💫

⌗ circling back to the reassurance thing.. despite his arrogance, he feels like he’s not good enough a lot. feels like a failed project in a sense, and views himself as less because of his degradation — it’s just a slow burn for him. but a little bit of affirmation on your end and the promise of wanting him for him helps a lot<3

⌗ who said i love you first.. hm, he seems like the type to say it without actually saying those specific words. i think he would have said it several times via poetry before you fully register that this man fr said he loved you. awkward on your end. but when the pieces finally clicked together, butterflies swarmed your stomach hella but you adored every minute of it🫶

⌗ he shows off his relationship with you at any chance he gets to sephiroth and zack, angeal kinda but not really.. but he’s just super proud to have you as his and makes sure that it’s known among his colleagues at shinra😭 clown behavior fr but you love it anyway, it’s always nice to feel wanted — even if your man is flashy about it..

➫ 𝓐𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝓗𝗘𝗪𝗟𝗘𝗬 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ what’s it like dating angeal? being treated with lots of care and gentleness, bit of a mom for a boyfriend at times cuz he wants to make sure you’re taken care of, cradling your face in his hands like you’re his everything and saving you no matter the odds, like a guardian angel.

⌗ pda won’t um.. be so much, bro is very respectful of space and has to be proper or whatever because of honor!! that and he kinda has an image to upkeep, especially with zack around — gotta show the right example of having a significant other! but when you’re alone, he likes to hold you close and just enjoy your presence tbh

⌗ the love language.. let me see, i think he would be a mixture between acts of service and quality time. he enjoys being with you and any company he can get when he isn’t called on missions or babysitting training zack. when he can’t be present, he does things for you to express his love — genesis urges him to!!

⌗ okay let’s see.. the first date, well — again, cc timeline here too since he also, um, leaves.. ANYWAY. where was the location of the first date, you might ask, well.. the museum tbh! i think he would enjoy the calmness of it and just looking at different works of art.. except his most favorite work would fr distract him from any other scenes — that being you. so plan failed on his end, but you had enjoyed yourself lots, and that made him happy to witness🫶

⌗ the amount of panic he would feel if he saw you hurt, like bro is meant to protect you — he promised that he would.. so angeal would feel like he failed you in a sense for not being there to prevent your pain, but you remind him that he’s there now and that you feel safe again, grounded in spite of the hurt you earlier felt.

⌗ i think the first i love you would come from you cuz he just.. wouldn’t know the right time or chance to say it LMAO so you end up saying it which brings this look of shock to his face, but then a warm smile would stretch across his lips, knowing you felt the same as he did<3

⌗ can’t sleep? he’s got plenty of stories to tell about his childhood and some silly events during his missions. it feels foreign to hear this lighthearted, less mature side to him, but it’s also a breath of fresh air and makes you feel special that he allows you to see this more relaxed side to him that isn’t a stoic overly responsible SOLDIER🗣️

notes. whew oh boy uhh second time writing ffvii, i hope it turned out okay :’) i kinda wrote these out of order so some might seem longer or shorter but i hope you guys enjoy!! ik it’s different from the fandoms i write for, but welp this is where my brain has been🫡

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melukonova · 1 month

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LOVING SEPHIROTH, sephiroth x reader.

tw. mentions of his hurtful past, emotional abuse that miniroth didn't deserve :( this post can be seen as suggestive but it's left mostly to your interpretation

a/n. for @silverflqmes , my best friend who has inspired me to write yet again for something i love and for writing various requests for me, indulging me in my own happiness. you are never leaving this deep hole of ff7 that i dug for you AHAHAHAH! this is also for the many fans who have made fanfics and such that have shaped me now<3 much love to you all! (i will make more headcanons if this gets love) also sephiroth might be a little ooc since he's new territory of writing for me :,)

info. very lovable and soft sephiroth<3 very short blurbs! inspired by the song everything by lifehouse, i can see him relating about you, the reader, and how he feels for you. enjoy! pre-nibelheim!!!

𐚁. sephiroth's love language can be seen as quality time as seen with the time he spent with genesis and angeal, he grew very attached easily. i can see this in a similiar way since i'm sure once you've caught sephiroth's eye, you're happily in his heart. he enjoys just being together, perhaps he'll teach you how to use masamune (a toy version at least since he wants to protect you from injuries). don't get me wrong, every other love language applies for him too but i know he's happiest with the fact that you're there by his side.

𐚁. he is very awkward with affection so the first time you hold him, i think he wouldn't know what to do but he'll awkwardly pat your back while trying not to freak out a bit by being touched since he was experimented on as a child. please teach him how to love, he didn't get enough as kid... i think being patient with him would also warm his heart with you as well. he isn't the best with people, just in using his sword... which is why it's an anomaly to him if you stuck around for this long.

𐚁. indulging ellie on this one: sephiroth with a kitten. he probably is the one to adopt a kitten out of the two of you except what you didn't expect was him to basically mother the kitten. i think his wounds are still healing from the fact that the locket of his mother was torn away from him.. but you guys both loved that kitten very much, naming saikou which means radiance. it is the radiance of both of your lives and definitely a way to heal from your guys' pain, whatever it may be from your end but i know sephiroth suffers from loneliness and feeling not good enough. he feels this much less because of you though and of course, saikou. saikou is now your love rival... the kitty is his precious baby but you are his most prized treasure.

𐚁. while i said quality time is his favorite love language, i think that he likes physical affection as well since he never really knew what it's like to be loved. he wanted to learn though as well as learn to love you which led to teaching him how to cuddle. still very awkward, he's trying his very hardest as he pats your head and encases you into his body. eventually it led to couch cuddles every time he came home from work, he won't say it out loud but this is his favorite part of being able to be with you. he is so beyond smitten.

𐚁. as sephiroth had been in SOLDIER all of his life, he's not completely sure the best way to comfort you on many things but what he can do is to give you a better night! he'd come home with flowers since somehow zack had talked him into buying flowers from his girlfriend, what can i say? zack was a persuasive businessman and sephiroth had no clue how to be a good boyfriend. he'd probably panic if he couldn't make you feel better, he just wants you happy and would slay his enemies (those who wronged you). he'd indulge you in just about anything that you wanted to do between him trying on your favorite dress, self-care day with face masks, kisses all over to make you less insecure or just to feel more loved, an ice cream date, etc. you name it and it's done. he'd even sneak you into the training room on the SOLDIER floor to take you on a loving date with an even more beautiful sunset but all he could see was his sun, you.

𐚁. you already know his hair care routine since it was leaked from your mail, did i mention you were apart of sephiroth's fan club? he uses a WHOLE bottle of shampoo and conditioner. one day you had to braid his hair, adding in flowers to his hair as you braided it. he loved it since it kept his face clear for combat, meanwhile genesis and angeal snickered at him since his s/o made him look all pretty so none of his enemies would take him seriously. masamune said differently than his hair did. if somebody ruined the artwork of your braiding? they ALSO had a date with masamune.

𐚁. he doesn't like a lot of attention as many would say since he is so famous. this is the big question, how did you enter his life in comparison to the fangirls? you understood him. it was a new feeling for him and he didn't know how much he would end up loving it. no thirsting over how hot he was or saying how strong he had been. just a simple: "i know you've been working hard for so long, you deserve some rest," was enough to make him moved by you. nobody could compare to you in his innocent heart. he was so new to every experience, every hug, every kiss, and every touch you gave him. each time was something new that he had learned to love about you and eventually love about himself as well. you helped him to understand he was more than a monster, more than a soldier, more than just a test subject.

𐚁. what you hadn't expect is to find a loving sephiroth in the kitchen with you, holding you close to him as you listened to italian cooking music (the pasta addict in me thinks he'd want to learn more about pasta and its origin). his head was leaning down towards yours while staring down at your lips as you both had been swaying. his hand had been on your waist and the other had been moving up from your shoulder, over your neck slowly with care, to your soft cheek. capturing you in his lips, the water had boiled over but he didn't care at that moment. the thing he clung onto most was this moment because at this moment, sephiroth just knew. he was in love and he finally felt free as he deepened the kiss. he knew where home was and he was kissing his own home, taking in all of what makes you so lovable as well.

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krashoutluv · 3 months

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You’ve been given AK Jason so much love thx ☺️ if it’s not too much… what are some of AK Jason’s comforts? Does he have comfort foods? 🥘 Does he like the sound of the rain? 🌧️ Naps on the couch ? 🛋️

Thx 🥰

ill give this man love anytime💟

and its never too much anon, i love writing for him and yall!

Comforting Ak!Jay

(IM SO PROUD OF THIS I 💟 MY AUTISM)

(ngl this also just turned into my character analysis of Ak!Jay’s psychological gymnastics from Comics ((AK Genesis & Batman: AK)) and games) (still wrote the comfort shit tho)

hc, but i dont think any jason todds like the rain. it reminds them too much of the time he was a kid, didnt have a place to stay and went to sleep cold and wet

or when he was still young and with his family, his apartment would get flooded.

BUT ANYWAYS—

alone, i dont think jason can comfort himself very well.

beats himself for it when its over, drops him back into a spiral

just very much not healthy

HOWEVEER with someone is very different ,,

I Ramble Abt Jason Todd

post writing this, i feel like that one tweet thats like, ‘i never realized she was holding a plate of corn in this scene.’

Ak!Jays spirals or episodes come from two things, his self-esteem or self-worth, along with his lack of self-identity

Ak!Jason (Post/During AK) has a very hard time with his self worth, it solely stems from wanting to prove people wrong about himself. he obviously doesn’t like being perceived in the wrong way.

Ak!Jason (Post/During AK) says he’s move pasts his traumas, yet his identity and reasoning is constantly rooted in them, leading to so much contradictory dialogue and mental FUCKING GYMNASTICS.

ak!jay juggling if he wants to be loved by batman/batfam or wants to end it

i think he often ponders if he was better off being killed by the joker, or if he can really be redeemed from his actions as Arkham Knight by helping Gotham as Red Hood.

and if it’s enough for the people around him or someone to accept him.

if he can truly ever be loved

he has a lot of crisises about his identity and purpose more often then not b/c he cant find a reason for either besides his own anger and approval addiction.

, his biggest fear is losing, being worthless, and unwanted.

his constant drive is winning and proving himself as the best.

it causes his always feeling the need to prove himself, just so that hes wanted.

full pic is him on hid knees begging alfred for help,, my baby—-

the first introduction of his internalized self-deprecation is with his father, other then the Arkham Knight Annual

though he rejects this “truth” in the Annual, showing his determination to prove himself more then what Bruce and the Joker idealizes him to be, I think its a good mirror into Jasons mind and what really makes him start cracking

Ex. , his biological father canonically telling him he was a loser growing up, and his mom seems to personify/objectify Jason as gothams gravitation keeping them in gotham.

another example is the way he is talked to throughout scarecrows psychotropic

throughout the comic and game he goes between or showing a desire for a connection with bruce and praising joker for his upbringing, then chastising them.

its very clear jason has an identity issue, with him isolating himself because he believes he is too broken (game dialogues), his need for validation stemming from his childhood, his fear of abandonment, and overall internal dilemmas of wanting a connection or not. obviously hes not good with working out his emotions on his own without doing considerably impulsive things.

jason wanting to be his own person v jason wanting to be a better person for the people in his life

He see’s the place he was tortured as a rebirth for him, along with his plan to destroy Gotham and Bruce.(AK: Genesis)

This only comes from his desire to want his own separate identity, by ending these cycles of Bruces actions and Gothams nightmares he also believes that he will be truly free.

his only true identification with himself is anger and resentment, being built, gravitated, and broken by anger. feeling like hes always losing or lost, and his desire to just win something and therefore be wanted

okay to stop a fuckton of more rambling jason todd, abandoment issues, jealousy/obsession issues, need for connection, validation, relationships, self-destructive isolation, brainwashing induced perception issue, intense mood swings which also cause perception issues.

i guess it could try to be argued that Jason doesn’t actually want validation bc he got over the psychotropic; but i disagree with the way he constantly talks about being underestimated and feeling like he has to prove himself throughout the comics and his dialogue with Barbra in game.

i also want to make it clear that throughout the ak!comics he does help civilians so it does really have morality for other people. He does separate Gothams Gravity from the people, and claims the worst of the worst (villains and such) are the people who succumb to gotham.

(im only stopping bc im on mobile and couldn’t put anymore pictures)

im so upset.

theres so much i didnt get to talk abt

Ok Actually Comforting

so its pretty god damn hard to comfort this dude, he’s a chronic over analyzer, could probably turn anything and everything you say against himself or you, and yet would crave validation and intimacy.

which makes him a bit of a trip,, but i love him. so.

a lot of the time you’ll have to go with his flow

if its really bad he’ll isolate himself, he feels like he’s letting you down by breaking in front of you. He can’t let you see him as weak because to him its a liability for your relationship.

as well as the fact that his perception becomes very extreme/warped when very emotional. he’ll can range from believe your lying to him, to he’s not worth that kind of comfort and he’s wasting your time.

it takes a lot of patience for him to accept that he isnt an inconvenience to you and you do actually care

overtime, a lot of fucking time, he’ll slowly come around to this. instead of leaving for days or weeks at a time, Jason will leave for at most a day or two, but around midnight he’ll be home craving your presence.

he cant be alone again, he really doesn’t wanna be alone again, he needs to make sure you don’t wanna leave him.

probably just goes to sleep facing you, or holding your hand if hes feeling especially mushy.

he’d be so quiet, having the internal battle of leaving you or letting him feed into his desire of just having you around him.

In his words, needing a home. feeling safe, and warm. (I LIED I DELETED TWO PICS TO SHOW THIS)

jason thinking of alfred as home>>

Jason needs that in a partner! Someone who is warm to him! someone who makes him feel wanted or needed! Someone who makes him feel safe!

I think if you catch him just as he gets triggered/begins to spiral, you can help him not crash out.

Being over the top mushy with him isnt gonna work, he needs someone to ground him and be 100% with him.

sometimes he doesn’t need to talk or just doesn’t want to, again presence.

but acknowledging him every now and then to make sure he knows your not brushing him off or forgot about him.

when you’re in a closer relationship he definitely just wants you in his arms, needs to hold you close.

Home-cooked meals with him, justing going about your life with him, making him feel wanted, making him feel acknowledged.

i think he’d open up every now and then, but i think he’s also still a self-assured person who needs guidance at the right time. to just be sure he’s on the right path and youre with him.

one of his triggers is his own jealousy, accidentally making him feel like he’s replaceable or him believing you’ll get tired of him.

he needs so much reassurance.

just be there with him, guide him, love him, make sure he’s on the right path.

he needs a lot of things, sometimes its naps, sometimes its food, sometimes just to be in your arms, sometimes to help you cook, sometimes watching you work, sometimes he’ll have you lay your back on his chest and read with him, sometimes he just wants to fall asleep with you, sometimes he wants to cry in your arms, JUSDHRIDJDJDISO JASON TODD COME HOME WE MISS YOUUUU

HES MY HIGH MAINTENANCE GF

this was so satisfying to write i <3 jason todd

rq/inbox is open !! if you just wanna yap or wanna request somethin’ go ahead!

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enassbraid · 10 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 !

-> He’s tough, but can he stay that tough when it’s just him and his beloved?

Ft. Shuji Hanma and Rindou Haitani

Cw) cursing, reader is called crazy once in hanma’s part, mentioned murder in rindou’s, ran’s a little shit, throwing my Rindou Neon Genesis Evangelion enjoyer headcanon in here, kinda corny ngl!!!

: ̗̀➛Hanma

Hanma Shuji should be incapable of loving someone. At least, that’s what anyone who’s met him believes.

Unhinged, violent, cruel, and ruthless. Any word that’s similar to crazy fits Hanma like a puzzle piece. Simply imagining him in a healthy relationship seemed otherworldly.

And yet somehow, there was someone crazy enough to see past all his flaws.

It was bewildering to watch it all unfold. The Hanma Shuji treating someone with humanity and pure respect, without any ulterior motives? Impossible. Was this the same Hanma in the delinquent world?

Apparently it was.

Of course, Hanma kept his cold exterior in public. But he still showed affection with little things, like giving you his jacket in the cold. And if it wasn’t too crowded- he’d more than likely hold your hand.

They were little things, but they baffled everyone around him.

Everyone but you.

This was the Hanma you knew, your Shuji.

You weren’t oblivious to who he was outside of you, it’d take a real fool to be unaware of that side of him. But did that side of him really matter when it wasn’t the one he treated you with?

To say you were worried on some nights he came home late would be an understatement. Yet the second you hear a knock on your door, all you fear washes away and is replaced with hope, rushing to the peephole to check who it is.

And there he is- standing there with that sly grin of his. You waste no time in opening the door for your boyfriend, not a millisecond.

“Shu!” You say, a smile creeping onto your face. But seeing him up close makes it impossible to miss the bruises scattered across his face and knuckles- one more noticeable than the other. “Another fight I see?”

“You know me babe. You gonna let me in, or nah?” You move to the side, allowing him to enter. He looks around for a moment, as if he was taking in a place he’s never seen before. “Somethings different.” He concludes.

“Different? You were here this morning, nothing changed since then.” You rolled your eyes playfully, but Hanma was seriously trying to spot a difference.

“Nope, there’s a difference…”

The way he’s continuously turning his head and squinting in certain directions almost makes him look… funny. If someone who’s never heard of Hanma walked through the door right now, the last thing they’d assume he is would be a delinquent.

For some reason, that made you feel warm and fuzzy.

“I got it, it’s a candle, isn’t it?” The way his eyes light up at the realization makes you giggle. “Pumpkin donuts. I got it last Halloween, but never used it.”

“You mean we got it last Halloween.” He corrected.

“Well who paid for it?”

“You may have paid for it, but I picked it out.”

You stared at each other for a moment, only to break out into a fit of laughter. “Okay- okay. Fine… the candle we got last Halloween.” You giggle.

“That’s better!” He chuckled obnoxiously.

That warm fuzzy feeling in your chest got stronger, and it was only then you realized what it was.

Only you get to see this side of Shuji.

No one else gets to see the relaxed, funny, friendly side of him. It’s a side that’s reserved for you and you alone.

You could stay like this forever, you think. Just standing here watching Hanma genuinely smile and laugh was more than enough to keep you happy.

“Say, you gonna let me treat those wounds of yours this time? Or are you gonna say-“ “A few bruises never hurt me baby. I can sleep it off.” He cut you off with the same old excuse.

“You stubborn little…”

“Ah ah ah, I may be a stubborn little asshole, but…”“you’re my stubborn little asshole.” You finished his sentence for him, a grin making its way onto his face.

Despite your boyfriend’s reluctance, you still treated his wounds. The last time he came home like this he refused to let you help- and you weren’t letting him get away this time.

As much as he complained, saying he was a ‘grown man and didn’t need treatment for bruises’, he enjoyed every bit of it.

As long as it was you taking care of him, he really didn’t mind.

: ̗̀➛Rindou

It was no secret the Haitani brothers were utterly ruthless.

Just before they were teenagers, they already killed a man. Although Ran will insist the kill was just his, anyone else will say they both killed that guy.

But hey, at least they have some fucking charisma. Otherwise they’d be the most insufferable pair known to man. Not only that, but the younger Haitani might not have been able to score the best possible lover for him without that charisma.

Someone who balances him out perfectly.

Ran couldn’t believe it. Sure, the brothers were attractive. Everyone knew that. But you’d have to be real crazy to wanna stick around them after seeing just how unhinged they can be.

Yet somehow, the younger Haitani found someone who was perfectly sane.

“How the hell did you bag someone like them?” Ran whisper shouted in the kitchen, keeping it down knowing you weren’t too far away in the living room.

“Just how deranged do you think I am? I’m much more normal than you y’know.” Ran scoffed at Rindou’s comment, refusing to swallow his pride. “You know what I mean! They’re so… nice. And stunning? Are you paying them?” The younger rolled his eyes.

Sure, maybe you were out of his league by a long shot. But was it really that hard to believe his and yours relationship is a real one? He grumbled as he made his way back to the sofa with snacks for you and him.

“Oh, thanks Rin. You really didn’t have to…” you smiled, and Rindou could feel his cheeks heating up at the sight.

“It was no problem… uh- what movie did you wanna watch?” He asked politely. Ran almost spit his drink out, did his ears deceive him?

“What about The End of Evangelion? I never got a chance to watch it when it came out.” You knew Rindou enjoyed the Evangelion anime, and wanted to get into it more so you two could talk about it without him insisting ‘not wanting to spoil it for you.’

“End of Evangelion it is… I think this is my eighth time watching it.” He chuckled.

“Twelfth, actually.” His older brother corrected him, seemingly appearing out of no where. Rindou groaned in annoyance. Didn’t he tell Ran to leave you two be for tonight?

“Oh, hi Ran!” You greeted. “Hi (Name)! See, Rin? It’s not so hard to greet me, you’re lover right there can do it just fine.” He taunted, watching the way Rindou’s eyes twitched in annoyance with amusement.

“What’d ya want from me?” He groaned.

“Your s/o right there.”

“Excuse me?” He almost yelled, but held back in fear of scaring you off.

“Not like that, man.” Ran laughed. Rindou probably would have ignored it… if it weren’t for the fact you were laughing with him.

It pissed him off. Here he was, trying to have a nice movie night with his s/o. Only to have his brother come in and intrude. “Are you done yet?”

“You tell me. Are you done playing prince charming yet?” You laughed even harder. The two brothers were going back and forth in front of you, and you couldn’t take either of them seriously.

“Whatever, I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone now.” The elder waved you two off as he returned to his room, leaving you and Rindou in an… odd… silence.

“About what he said-“

“I don’t think you’re faking anything right now, Rin.” You beat him to it, he thought.

“I don’t want you to feel like I’m faking anything.” He started, taking a breath. “Everything I say and do I mean, you’re the only person I’ll ever soften up around.” He finished, shyly looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“I wouldn’t be lying if I said I didn’t like the special treatment.” You giggled.

“Yeah, you better.” He said teasingly, before looking back at the TV screen.

“So about the movie…”

“You wanna watch it for a twelfth time?” You asked, shocked that he’s not sick of it yet.

“My twelfth time, your first.” He chuckled, hitting the play button.

Instead, it was your first time half watching it, as you and Rindou ended up falling asleep halfway through. But who could blame you? Your bound to feel so relaxed in sleepy when basking in someone you love’s arms.

Ran made sure to take a picture before you two woke up, just to tease Rindou about it fir god knows how long.

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Shizuroth, part twenty-six

Previous parts: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five

Angeal makes it to Midgar first, having rushed through his mission and finished it early. Genesis, even if he rushed, would have had a harder time making it back - Junon wasn't exactly close, after all, even by helicopter it would take a few hours. Genesis still makes his presence known, muttering in his ear the whole way.

"I was asleep when he messaged me! And why is it my job to babysit the favoured son of the Science Department anyway?! What madness must our quest bring to find you so lost -"

"Genesis…" Angeal sighs, pinning his PHS between his right shoulder and his ear while attempting to park his truck in the Shinra Building's maze of a parking garage.

"How was I supposed to know he would lose it the moment I turned my back to him? Our fair hero seemed so well put together yesterday - the clothes he picked! He looked very smart! I was almost proud! I thought he had it handled."

"Genesis, I doubt anyone blames you for this," Angeal assures him, checking the mirrors.

"And they better not! Yesterday he seemed fine. Said he was looking for a quiet day in," Genesis scoffs. "Of course for Sephiroth that must involve untold physical toil. When he messaged me, I thought he would do what he always does, fight a few monsters, slay a few enemies. Normal behaviour, to be expected from our great Hero!"

Angeal finishes parking and takes the PHS in his hand. "I thought Sephiroth was fine too," he says, placating. "He was confused, sure, but overall he was calm and collected. None of us could've seen this coming."

Genesis lets out an explosive sigh. "Maybe we should have. He's not himself."

"There are many ways to not be yourself," Angeal says with a sigh. "Try as we might, we are not trained for these kinds of mental issues."

"No. And neither is anyone else at Shinra for that matter."

Angeal hums in agreement and then looks up as he spots movement outside his truck. Well, damn. "Listen, Genesis, I have to go. I'll do my best to handle this. What's your ETA?"

"Another six hours, minimum," Genesis says regretfully. "You're going to take Sephiroth on alone?"

"Hopefully not," Angeal says. "But probably. I'll… try to keep you posted."

"I'll write you a lovely eulogy," Genesis offers, and with a snort Angeal hangs up on him.

He takes a moment to inhale and brace himself. Then he turns the engine off and pockets his keys. The Turk outside waits politely - though not very patiently - for him to step out.

"Mr. Hewley, I'm here to escort you directly to Director Deusericus' office."

"I should head to the SOLDIER floor first," Angeal says slowly, warily - not liking the implications of this at all.

The bald Turk is utterly impassive behind his sunglasses. "Director Deusericus is waiting. This way."

So… the situation has already escalated to that point, has it. Damn.

Angeal grabs the Buster Sword and then follows the Turk to the elevators, and spends the entire time going up mentally running through all the ways this could go wrong. There's a lot of ways this could go wrong - but surely the company wouldn't actually try to eliminate Sephiroth?

Lazard's appearance doesn't give him much hope - the man's face is tight with tension, and there's a Turk lounging by the window, a casual threat.

"Angeal," Lazard says and looks up. He doesn't look at all relieved to see him - just more tense. "Good. There's no time for pleasantries or even explanations, so I'm just going to get to it."

"Sir," Angeal says guardedly.

"Sephiroth is on floor 49," Lazard begins while the Turks watch them with deceptive disinterest. "As far as we can tell, he's not actively hostile, but he hasn't moved in several hours. There are approximately twenty SOLDIER members on the floor with him, and they've stationed themselves between Sephiroth and the elevator. For security reasons, they're refusing entry for anyone but active SOLDIER members. Even I wasn't allowed off the elevator."

Angeal frowns. So either Sephiroth was too dangerous to let anyone in - or he was so vulnerable that SOLDIER members had stepped up to guard him. "I assume you're sending me in, with orders?"

"Yes. Sephiroth has a mission, and you're going to deliver him to it," Lazard says and picks up his PHS. "I'll send details to your account. Your first and only priority is getting Sephiroth out of the building and into the airport. There's a transport waiting for him on standby."

Angeal takes out his PHS and checks the newest mission.

They're sending Sephiroth to Wutai? Now? "Sir, I understand some disciplinary action is in order, but is this really the time for -"

"The less time we waste, the better for all of us," Lazard cuts him off and glances at the redheaded Turk by the window.

The Turk shrugs. "Sephiroth almost killed Department Head Hojo," he says lazily. "We at Shinra Public Security Department feel it's best to put some distance between the two."

Angeal blinks, surprised. "Sephiroth almost killed Hojo?" he asks faintly. "Was anyone else -?"

"No one was killed - there weren't even any injuries," Lazard assures him.

"You'll be briefed fully on the incident," the red head Turk promises, "once both you and Sephiroth are safely on board a transport and in the air."

Angeal tries to read between the lines, even as his gut says that sending a SOLDIER in what sounds like still ongoing mental breakdown to an active war zone is a bad idea. But then, he's not sure what's the alternative? He'd been half expecting to be tasked with Sephiroth's imprisonment! Or worse, his detainment in the labs!

If Sephiroth really attacked Hojo… Wutai might be his best chance at some freedom.

The red head Turk clears his throat. "Clock's ticking, SOLDIER First Class Angeal Hewley," he says. "Better get moving."

"There's a helicopter available on the HQ Landing Pad," the other Turk adds. "Or alternatively, a car in front of the building. Both your and Sephiroth's belongings have already been packed and delivered to the transport."

"All we are missing is the big guy himself," the red head says. "Think you can go get him for us?"

Angeal looks at them and then at Lazard, who's watching him seriously. The man looks weary and stressed - but not like his hand is being forced. There's not time for much else, he can only hope his read on the situation is right.

"Alright." Angeal nods. "I'll get Sephiroth on the transport."

"Good! We'll meet you there," the redhead says, clapping his hands together. "Don't be late! And Hewley… don't let anything stop you."

Angeal arches his brows in alarm as the two Turks saunter out. "What the hell does that mean?"

Lazard sighs. "Angeal," he says. "There's no time. Get Sephiroth out of here. Now."

#Fanfiction #ffvii #ff7 #svsss #angeal hewley #genesis rhapsodos #rude of the turks #reno of the turks #lazard deusericus

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