#finalfantasy+x+reader

[sephifrog]

Winter with them

Sephiroth

He runs hot so he sometimes doesn’t notice how cold it really is

He does wear the first-class turtle neck when he noticed people rugging up (he just wants to fit innnnnn)

He would buy you the nicest winter clothes that he can find some of them are ugly but his “it’s the most practical one I could find” warms your heart and you can’t say no to it

When he comes back to the flat and sheds his coat you rush for it and curl up in it on the couch and he can feel his heart stutter 

He would make a lot of roasts and just winter food

He would cuddle you if you two are alone but if Angeal or Genesis come over he’s on the other side of the couch, shooting you longing looks

I feel he needs a fan to sleep because he does run hot so you cuddle into his chest with the blanket up to your chin he has a few photos on his phone because he thinks you are adorable 

Would make you hot chocolate or coffee (or whatever hot drink you like) every morning 

If you get sick he’s a little stressed because soldiers don’t usually get sick and he’s never really been around a sick person he’s not overbearing but he checks up on you throughout the day and reads up on what to do if your partners sick

Watching the rain/snow together before you go to bed while you talk about your day

Cloud

Another person I feel runs hot but still needs to rug up

He used to cook with his mum a lot in winter so he gets a little bittersweet but he also loves making new memories with you

He makes sure your warm and have clothes for the winter but wouldn’t buy you more, he would offer you his “old” stuff

Thinks you look nice in his clothing

I feel he doesn’t like hot drinks but would enjoy soup so he would make you your drink of choice but a soup for himself 

The bed has two blankets because his heating is broken so you have a blanket each but you still somehow end up under his 

Has candid photos of you in the snow but denies ever taking them

He would hold your hand a lot “to keep warm”

You spend a lot of time at Seventh Heaven (because they have heat bsksjjs)

Zack

Man hates the cold

He’s a summer type of guy

He doesn’t like the restrictions of wearing winter clothing 

He does enjoy how you're more cuddly in winter so he guesses he’ll enjoy it from now on

Please don’t give him too many hot chocolates he’s addicted and can’t sit still if he has too many

He has the heat on really high so when he gets home he can defrost really quick

He loves clinging to you whenever he can man just wants to keep warm

He exercises even more in winter to keep warm and you have to question how he’s not dehydrated 

Would wear socks to bed only in winter though 

Once used a fire materia inside and almost lit the couch on fire because he didn’t want to wait for the heater to warm the house up (he forgot to turn it on in the morning and was dreading coming home that night)

[zombimilk]

thinking about cloud pining for a quiet, oblivious girl who always seems to get herself into trouble. (fem reader)

((this isn't proofread sorrryyyyy :3))

Every time you have an encounter with him, it seems like he's protecting you from someone or something, or leading you away and advising you not make stupid decisions.

Something about you is so captivating, and the fact that you're so oblivious to his intrigue makes being around you more exhilarating.. How much can he get away with before you start to blush? Will you notice if he leaves his arm around your waist for longer than he should?

He often walks you home at night, not trusting you to find your way without getting hurt- not to mention his primal instincts to keep you safe and protected. He uses this time to try and read you, get a gauge on your feelings towards him, and just learn about you.

He finds himself so fascinated by you, and the fact that you still haven't realized that he has developing feelings for you. :3

[konenichi]

You got games on yo phone?

-Noctis, somewhere, 2025

[thevanillerose]

TRAINING | GLADIOLUS x READER | FFXV

~ WRITING COMMISSIONS ~ ~ PATREON ~ ~ KO-FI ~

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

“Hey, time to get up sleepy head!” “Mnn...” “C'mon princess, you'll have plenty time to doze later...” “Jes...just...one more minute...”

THWACK. “OW!”

You jolted up like you were on a spring, and quickly shoved his heavy boot away from your side. He hadn't kicked you hard, you were more irritated by the fact that he had pulled you out of such a nice dream. Riding a Chocobo through a field of fluffy white cotton. Ah...you could just...lay back down and...drift away again...

“Ah ah ah, you're not gonna slip that one by me. Come on-” A strong hand took you by the arm and hoisted you up before you had a chance to even open your eyes properly. Rubbing the sleep from them as you were sent stumbling forth and out of the tent flaps, you finally came to enough to turn and give him a good glare.

The man who woke you up was Gladiolus Amicitia- the trusted and loyal bodyguard for Prince Noctis. He stood tall in the sunlight...though he always stood tall, whatever the weather. Hard not to when you were pushing 6'6”. And if his height wasn't notable enough, his muscles certainly were. To say the guy worked out would be an understatement.

Amber eyes smirked back at you, and you scoffed, running a hand through your messy [H/C] hair so you could at least smooth it down. Yes, much like the Crown Prince himself, you were bad for sleeping in. However, Gladio hadn't even given you time to get ready, much less compose yourself. And you needed to. He was training you this morning...and training with him was really no joke.

“Remember what I taught you last time?” he walked over and slapped his palm down around your shoulder. You just looked up at him sourly. “I barely remember my own name right now.” He just laughed heartily. It was hard not to cheer up a bit when he did. His happy moments may not have been as infectious as Prompto's, but it was always nice to see such a tough man smile. Really, he wasn't so bad.

Gladio had been training you like this every morning for the past week while you camped out in Duscae, but it wasn't out of cruelty. If anything, it was the opposite.

You were more of a tactician than anything else, and sometimes you really felt tacked on to this party. Even being sent to accompany and protect Prince Noctis had been a last minute affair. Not that you were complaining...it was far better to be here than back in Insomnia.

You were still shaken by the news. And Noct...well...you tried not to ever talk about it with him.

Gladio only wanted you to feel like you were of more use, since you had told him you'd felt you weren't of any. He was looking out for you by doing this...as torturous as it could be having to wake up at the break of dawn and start exerting yourself. Regardless, you were grateful.

“C'mon princess, let's get going before the others wake up. You wanna be back in time for Ignis' famous breakfast, right?” Gladiolus attempted to spur you on with the promise of food, and yes, shamefully, it was enough to get you going. Letting him lead the way down off the camping plateau and toward the marshy plains, you jogged lightly after him, but soon picked up the pace enough to become level with the guy.

A little sweat was already gathering on your brow but you tried not to make a big deal of it. It would be true to say that part of you wanted to impress him. When it came to anything physical he was always the king, and you at least wanted to keep up in some respects.

Eventually you reached your destination, which was one of the fishing shacks arranged around the edges of the vast lake there. Coming to a stop by the mirror-esque water, you caught sight of yourself reflected within it. All hunched over with your hands on your knees like that and your hair strewn haphazardly around your face, you couldn't help grimacing.

So what? You were spending one-on-one time with an objectively attractive male. Who could really blame you for wanting to look presentable?

Quickly fixing yourself, you then turned and exhaled slowly, seeing that Gladio was already standing there ready and waiting to start the next phase of training. The run here was only meant as a warm up. Here was where the real tricky stuff started.

You called it 'tricky' because you really weren't a fighter. Sure, you could handle the daggers you carried well enough, but you were still distinctly lacking when it came to combat. Gladio was here to help you gain that sharp edge...to become more capable. You hoped.

“Let's pick up where we left off last time.” he cracked his knuckles, though it was for preparation, not intimidation. “You need to learn to become more aware of your surroundings. Half of combat is all about blocking. If you go crazy just trying to get in a hit anywhere you can, you'll not only tire yourself out, but you'll leave yourself completely open for a counterstrike.” This was all knowledge you could have inferred yourself, but you still listened to him intently as he carried on: “The key is timing. Knowing when to attack, and knowing when to shield yourself. Now-”

Suddenly, his fist swung. You gasped and stumbled back a step, quickly throwing up your arm in a clumsy fashion. Naturally he didn't plan on actually hitting you, but his knuckle still came close enough to give you a scare. Pulling back again, Gladio took another step towards you and laid his hand upon your shoulder once more, making sure you were steady. “See, now that's an issue. And it was only hand to hand too. You'll definitely struggle if you try to block a sword like that.”

Most certainly in the case of the one he carried. No innuendo intended.

“Right...okay...” you sighed heavily. A bout of weariness hit you again but you quickly shook your head to get rid of the sensation. Gladiolus didn't seem to notice, instead just carrying on with his lesson.

“Let me show you the best way of doing this. Take out your daggers for me.”

Doing as he asked, you placed them in his palm when he held it out expectantly. Lifting the weapons to his eyeline, Gladio then felt the blade of one between his thumb and forefinger, before humming and nodding.

“Yeah, it's strong enough alright.” “Strong enough for what?” Your innocently phrased question prompted a live demonstration from the man. And you didn't feel quite so innocent when he stood behind you and pressed up against your back.

It was in moments like these that you really noticed how small you were compared to him. You weren't actually that tiny for a girl, but you were practically a gnat in comparison to someone like Gladio. His strong and muscled arms looped around in front of your chest, though didn't wrap around you. Rather, he had only positioned himself in such a way so that he could take your hands in his and help guide the glinting blades. Even his hands alone seemed to engulf yours...

“See, if you cross them like this-” Gladio moved your limbs so that blade was against blade, forming something of an 'X' shape, “-it'll act as a makeshift shield for you. Blocking a two handed beast like this still isn't ideal, but it gives you an option if you don't have the time or speed to roll aside.”

As you stared up at the two intertwined blades, you could see the sun shining boldly through the gap. The heat from those golden rays beat down upon your already sweating face, and you squinted. Your vision started to blur, your knees wobbling.

Suddenly the sky was rolling around you. A mix of blues and greens shot through your vision, until you felt the middle of your back hit something firm. The sight before you was replaced by a sudden darkness, and your eyes fell heavy before closing...

Some time passed, yet for you it was an instant. Those same eyes of yours began to flicker, letting in little glimpses of far more filtered light, before eventually opening enough to let you see the canopy of leaves above. At your side, your palm ventured out to help push you up, gracing over a soft, cool fabric, set down against the slightly moist grass. Though you managed to urge yourself to sit, something quickly took hold of your shoulder.

You knew that motion anywhere.

Looking over, you could see Gladiolus sitting on the same navy blue blanket, his arm outstretched to hold you steady. His sharp amber eyes never left your weary visage for a second.

��Easy there...just take it slow.” he urged you cautiously, before gently letting his hand slip away when he was sure you were sitting fine. Blinking a few more times to clear away the last spots of drowsiness, you observed the gruff man with a furrowed brow.

“...What...what happened?” “You fainted.” he stated simply, turning his attention away from you momentarily to focus on the pot of food he was stirring, before looking back again. “It was my fault. I think I pushed you too much, too soon.” “No that's...that's what I wanted though...” you spoke drearily and shook your head in what felt like slow motion. Clearly you still weren't totally together after that ordeal, but at least you were in the shade.

Gladiolus must have caught you when you collapsed. Good thing he was standing right there, eh?

“Doesn't matter what you wanted, I should have seen it coming. Obviously you were already at your limit.” Gladiolus continued to scold himself while he spooned up some soup and motioned closer. His hand went to your lower back and he held the spoon before your lips. “Open up. Ignis made this for you.”

Usually you would have been internally freaking out at this point. Every time he touched you during training you always felt a bit of a spark anyway, but here he really was treating you like the 'princess' he affectionately called you (even though you were far from royalty). However, you were still so woozy that you merely did as he wanted with little reaction, opening your mouth and letting him feed you. It was delicious of course, as could be expected from the delicacy master himself- Ignis. Though a worrying thought came to mind as he helped you eat, and between your second and third spoonful you had to ask:

“-Did the other boys find out about this then?” “What, about you fainting?” Gladiolus smirked and shook his head. “Don't worry, I had a feeling you'd want to save face. I just told them you wanted to have breakfast down by the lake since it looked so nice. They didn't suspect a thing.”

Good. Relieved, you started to relax a little more. Your strength returned enough to let you finish the soup yourself, and once you had you felt magnanimously better. Finally, you were human again.

“That was awful. Dammit...why am I so weak?” you questioned curtly, and Gladiolus took his turn to frown. “[Y/N], you're not weak. Not even slightly. Do you think we could have come this far if you were?” He had a point. You were already well underway on your journey, and it wasn't like it had always been a piece of cake. Still... “I need to be stronger than this. I need to get stronger so I can protect the Prince...”

Yes. Maybe you did. But as Gladio looked at you, he didn't see a single thing he really wanted to change. At first he could admit that he had doubted how useful you would be as part of the Crownsguard. Yet over time he had come to see just how important you were to the team. You were incredibly smart, and quick thinking. You had a knack for knowing what to do even in the most baffling situations. Just as a good defence was as important as a good attack, it was also crucial to have that kind of clarity at your disposal.

Besides...that wasn't the only thing he had started to notice about you. You had many other notable assets too...and as you sat there in the mottled shade of the lakeside tree, he saw one of them very clearly. A gentle, tender smile had spread across your lips and in turn illuminated the rest of your features. Sometimes he doubted it was possible you could look any prettier, yet in that moment you perhaps looked the most beautiful he had ever seen you.

“Thank you, Gladio. For helping me so much. I promise I'll do better next time...” “Don't...don't worry about it.” Did he just stutter? Stumble over his words? Hell, he even rubbed the back of his neck like a sheepish schoolboy. Gladiolus quickly composed himself again though. Right now wasn't the right time for that. Right now he wasn't ready to reveal anything of that nature.

“You can take a day off tomorrow, and then we'll carry on after that.” he told you, to which you nodded affirmatively. “Sounds good.”

That was right. For the moment...he just had to focus.

In a way...he was training himself too.

[amphitriteswife]

I LOVW IT EDEN PLEASE THIS IS SUCH A RENO THING TO DO😭

「RUFUS'S EXPENSIVE CAKE ORDER 」

-Reader: Written with a female reader in mind -TW: none -Character: Reno (Final Fantasy 7) -Summary: Rufus decided to purchase a unique tower cake to celebrate his successful new board meeting, leaving Reno with the task of safely retrieving it. -Word count : 774 -A/N: This is my first time writing, thus forgive me for some grammatical errors or if I didn’t exactly nail Reno’s character🧍‍♀️I'm open to any feedback! I need to get back on my FF7 old hypetrain

It’s another lazy afternoon at the Turks’ headquarters in Midgar. Everyone else had been dismissed hours ago and, since then, you’ve been texting Elena about the new shop you recently visited. Just now everything seemed so peaceful— oh so peaceful—until Reno bursts through the door, stumbling over his own feet and nearly crashing into the meeting table. His signature red hair is messier than usual... was that sour cream on his goggles..?

 As soon as he stumbled, he quickly recomposed himself and adjusted the stray strands of hair that had fallen in front of his face, trying to look cool despite his grand entrance. "Alright-, listen- up pretty! We... got abitofasituationonourhands." He catches his breath and sits up beside you on the comfortable leather sofa, his arm draped over the backrest as he crosses his legs.

The gears in your head take a moment to process his words, then it hits you. You glance at him “Reno… shouldn’t you be working, instead of—whatever this is?” You gesture to his dishevelled appearance, plucking a strawberry from his hair. “Did you crash a wedding?”

“Pssh, nahh, plus I’m always workin’, no time for weddings...Heyy, listenn, hear me out, 'cause this is extremely serious” He leans in closer, a very exaggerated, overly dramatic, stare painted on his face, hands inching closer to the sides of your head, before impulsively shaking it.

“It’s the cake!”

“The hell are you talking about-“

"-A cake emergency!” Reno cuts you off “Rufus ordered this, like, super deluxe, tower cake from that fancy bakery in Sector 1, right? It’s that kind of cake that costs more than our week's pay combined! But here’s the thing—Tseng’s definitely gonna kill me if I bring this to him."

"Wait, you’re delivering cakes now? Did Tseng promote you to be Rufus’s personal Uber driver?"

“It’s not ‘delivering,’ alright? It’s more like escorting— see, it’s a top-priority mission.”

He says it with an air of importance, puffing out his chest, but then quickly deflates as he realizes the state of the cake box he put on the table, the bakery label on it is so faded it’s unreadable.

"But I... kinda...smashed it..."

Reno sulks, holding the slightly crumpled cake box like it’s a priceless treasure, while you burst into laughter.

“You’re kidding, right? Ohhh, he’s going to be soooo mad.”

“Look, it’s still edible!” He taps the wrinkled package “It’s just, you know... restructured.”

He opens the box, revealing the once-perfect cake in a state of complete chaos. Macarons and strawberries are scattered everywhere, and the longer you stare at it, the more it resembles an abstract art piece than a cake.

"Yeah, good luck explaining that to Tseng—let alone Rufus.”

Reno, completely unfazed, grins at you as if he has a brilliant plan.

“That’s where you come in! You’re good at talking to people, aren't you? My favorite schemer! You just gotta, you know, help me spin this whole thing. Maybe we can blame Rude or something. He won’t mind. We could smash the cake on his bald head..."

He says it with a casual wave of his hand, as if throwing his partner under the bus is no big deal.

“Yeahh, no thanks. This one’s all yours, buddy. Have fun with that. I’m not taking the blame for your mess if we get caught.”

The redhead groans and slumps back on the sofa. "Man, I was hoping you’d go along with me. How can you not agree to this?”

Just then, your phone buzzes. Expecting another text from Elena, you glance down, only to see a message from Rude pop up instead:

Rude: "That idiot dropped the cake, didn’t he? Rufus is getting impatient with each passing minute"

"Rude’s onto you."

"Of course he is..."

With a sigh and a big cat stretch, Reno stands up, grabbing the cake box with a determined look, despite its sorry state.

"Alright, alright, I’ll fix this. Maybe if I just... slap it back together? Yeah, yeah, that’ll do. Thanks for the pep talk. You can keep whatever fell out of my hair! …Maybee give me a call if I don’t make it back in, let’s say... 40 minutes, m’kay?"

And with that, Reno rushes out of Tusk's headquarters, shouting back as the cake box nearly slips from his hands. “But if this works, you owe me a nice, expensive dinner!”.

.

.

.

.

His plan was bound to fail, regardless of what he attempted.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Can you please make another Cloud x female reader? When he finally gets a day off. However she’s too busy to cuddle with him.

Cloud x Fem!Reader: Study Break

Warnings: Fluff, Cloud being a little baby

Rating: SFW

(he looks so sleepy!)

It was rare for Cloud to have a day off and when he did, the two of you treated it like one of you were dying. But today was different. You had finals coming up and you were studying your butt off which made Cloud annoyed. Cloud was in the kitchen, making you something to eat while you were stuck in your room, with multiple books out. He walked in your room and saw just how stressed out you were. 

“Baby, I think you need a break,” he said as he walked up to you. 

“No. I need to get this done by Monday,” you said. Cloud pouted and sat behind you. You didn’t pay too much attention to that and continued to study. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed feather-light kisses up and down your neck. 

“Cloud, I need to study! If I don’t then I’m gonna fail my finals!” you said. 

“But I wanna cuddle,” he pouted. 

“We can cuddle once I’m done studying.” 

“No. We are cuddling right now. It’s my day off and I want to spend it with my cute little baby.” He closed your books and tossed them off of the bed. 

“Cloud!” you yelled as you tried to grab them but Cloud’s grip on your waist was stronger. He pulled you down so that the two of you were laying down and he held you close to him. 

“I hate you,” you mumbled. 

“You know you love me,” he smiled. You pouted and wrapped your arms around him. The two of you cuddled till you fell asleep. 

“I hate when you stress yourself out like this. Please sleep well, baby,” he said before falling asleep himself. 

[leeus-writing]

Childhood Dramas - Cloud

Cloud, Reno, Sephiroth and Vincent (with fem s/o) would react to their toddler chatting back to them and giving snarky remarks. Like if they asked for their child to clean up their toys and they’re like ‘wont don’t you do it yourself’ glaring at them LMAO - This is Cloud

Childhood Dramas - Cloud

Child aged 2

Cloud smiled watching his little boy pushing trains along on a little wooden track. He looked happy, laughed each time he made a mock crash. Cloud would make the “OH NO!” and “BOOM” noises for the child. His son grinned laughing, wide happy eyes.

“Cloud! Can you get Zack ready for dinner!” You shouted.

“Yeah,” Cloud replied and turned to little Zack, “Alright champ, time to put the toys away, its dinner time.”

“NOOOOO!” Zack screamed chucking the toys on the floor.

Cloud sighed a little and began putting the bits away. Zack screamed more trying to grab the wooden tracks from cloud as he made panic squeaking noises in between screaming NO.

“Zack, it’s dinner time, we have to put the toys away. We can play later,” he said soothingly.

The little boy looked up at his father, happiness replaced by betrayal as big tears rolled down his face. Cloud pulled the child into his arms and hugged the little boy, who in return pushed him away screaming again.

You walked in and sighed kneeling down, “Zack its dinner time, we can play later.”

“NOOOO NOWWWWW!” he screamed throwing himself on the floor.

You looked to Cloud who looked bewildered. You rolled your eyes and lifted the child into your arms and walked him to the designated thinking step. Cloud watched as you knelt down in front of him and explained that the step was a place for him to work out his feelings. The kid was stubborn, much more stubborn than Cloud ever was as a child. Cloud smiled loving the boy just that little bit more.

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@kittyplier95

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[argentum-drabbles]

Palm Kiss with Prompto

Fluffier stuff this time around, hope you guys enjoy!

Thinking about sitting with Prompto in one of the foldable chairs at a camp we made for the night with the others. He's showing me King's Knight on his phone trying to teach me how to play but I'm way too distracted with how close he is to really listen. At some point he puts his phone away, kinda realizing that I'm not gonna be learning much of anything tonight. He's still tapping away on his phone, but while the other guys have taken off most of their gear to be more comfortable, Prompto's still wearing those gloves. They look nice on him, but I've always wanted to really see and touch them without the gloves in the way.

They looked pretty, slightly larger than mine and fast at tapping a screen or pushing buttons or a trigger. He always seemed so shy about them, the way he was shy about his body in general. Without thinking, I'd put my hand on his, causing him to drop his phone and have slide out of his lap onto the dirt.

He'd look over at me, stumbling over his words to ask what I was doing as his face grew more and more red. I'd hold his hand and pull it slightly towards me, asking for permission. He lets me take his hand all the way over to me as I stroke all over his gloved hand, especially wherever there was skin. I come across the strap that held his glove on his hand and I gently tug at it, asking if I could take it off. Prompto's so taken with my softened voice and pleading eyes that he lets me

I undo the strap and I slowly slide the glove off his hand, not wanting to hurt him, as if that was even possible. Prompto's heart is beating out of his chest, not used to anyone taking so much interest in him. When the glove is off and in my lap, I hold his bared hand in both of mine, enjoying the warmth I felt from it. My thumbs rub back and forth across the back of his hand and at this point I can feel him struggling for breath.

I turn his hand over, trying to memorize every line on his palm and every curve and knuckle of his fingers. I trace my finger over his palm lines, causing him to nervously giggle from the ticklish sensation. His hand was even more beautiful without those gloves, and I couldn't stop myself from leaning my head down and kissing the center of his palm. Time seemed to stand still and Prompto was trying to process the affection I was giving him as I continued to kiss all over his palm, moving to up and down his fingers.

At some point, his bracelet slipped from its usual spot around his wrist, revealing the barcode. He tried ripping his hand away from mine but I managed to grab it again. He didn't try to fight it as I brought his hand back over to my face. I studied the barcode, wondering why he was so scared to let me see it. Prompto started shaking, the pressure of how I would react crashing around in head head and nearly sent him spiraling.

But everything he felt in that moment shattered when I nuzzled the barcode with my nose and followed it with multiple kisses. I didn't know at the time why he was so scared of it, it's a part of Prompto so it was just as beautiful as the rest of him. When I lifted my head and gave Prompto his hand back, tears were in his eyes.

I was so scared that I pushed him too far, that I overstepped a big boundary, but instead he leapt to give me a crushing hug. I held him as close to me as I could while he continued to cry into my back, tears spilling onto my shirt.

When the guys came back out to the campfire, Prompto was quick to fix his gloves and bracelet, and that overwhelming sensation of time being stopped disappeared. The guys had questions and Gladio's ribbing was even more intense than usual, but even with our scattered responses we knew what just happened was so much bigger and wonderful than they would know.

[local-flower-girl]

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Compilation of Final Fantasy VII, Crisis Core: Final Fantasy VII Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sephiroth/Reader, Sephiroth & reader, Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII)/Reader Characters: Sephiroth, Genesis Rhapsodos, Zack Fair, Angeal Hewley, Lazard Deusericus, Cloud Strife Additional Tags: Eventual Smut, Teasing, Friends to Lovers, Midgar, Shinra, Second Class Soldier Reader, romance tropes, Romance, Eventual Sex, Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Attempt at Humor, Embarrassment, Flirting, Crisis Core, Sephiroth plays Piano, awkward moments, Awkward Shower Scene, Slow Burn, Sane Sephiroth (Compilation of FFVII), Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Angst

Summary:

(Original Title: Well... This is Embarrassing) You are a Second Class Shinra Soldier aspiring to become First Class. As a talented individual that shows commitment and promise, the great silver haired General has decided to take you under his wing to mentor you. Initially it feels like a dream come true to be trained by the person you have always admired and adored... that is, until you get to know him. Making a complete fool of yourself is surprising easy, since embarrassment just seems to be a daily occurrence for a female SOLDIER. Dealing with Sephiroth's quirks will undoubtedly be a slow burn of sexual tension and amounting unspoken feelings. Likewise, sharing an apartment with the vivaciously, loveable Zack Fair will certainly have its moments.

What's not to love about a seriously slow burn with plenty of escapades, romantic tropes and a bit of angst thrown in for good measure?

[protaganist]

break from toronto by partynextdoor really is the best thing that ever laid this planet alternative to scalp massages and ear picking

[finalfantasy7imagines]

First date with Reno Headcanons:

- this is proBably awful, I lost my train of thought at the end I’m sO sorry-

You and Reno have been dating for a good few months

He’s busy a lot so you don’t really get to spend tons of time with him

So the time you do spend with him is always special

You spend every night with him when he’s not on missions but as for dates? Never had one.

You’re first “date” was at his apartment in his bedroom sat on his bed eating take-out and watching a movie.

Onto the headcanon!!!

He’d been thinking a lot about taking you out properly

Giving you a special date, just to show you how much he means to you

He’d been really busy lately with missions and paperwork that he hasn’t been able to spend as much time with you.

But it gives him a chance to plan

He confides in Rude, who of course is all for helping his partner (best friends after all am I right?)

During lunch breaks they sit in the cafeteria planning everything down to a T.

Rude becoming just as invested in this plan as Reno is.

Eventually when the day comes everything is perfectly executed.

He and Rude both managing to get the day off for this to work.

You wake up In the morning and turn over to find Reno sat on the bed, a tray with breakfast balancing in his hands.

You spend most of the day in bed together, cherishing the time you’re getting to spend with your lover.

It gets to 5pm when Reno makes a suggestion that you go and get a shower and get dressed

Confused you turn to him, but before you can even utter a word in response he’s off the bed pulling you into the bathroom.

You perhaps spend a little longer than he’d like in the shower BUT that’s only because upon dragging you into the bathroom you took it as a sign he wanted to do ~other things~ and of course.. even though he had a strict plan he wasn’t going to say no to you.

Eventually you get out of the shower and get ready.

Curiosity covering your face as you notice Reno putting his shoes on, looking up to you he ushers you to do the same.

By 7pm you’re in the car, driving towards????? The helipads??????

Before getting out of the car he runs over to your side, wrapping some unknown fabric around your eyes to stop you from seeing. (Honestly you’re not sure what the fabric was.. it could have been a pair of his boxers.. you wouldn’t be surprised)

You feel a hand placed on the small of your back, the other holding onto your hand guiding you along

You’re surprised he hasn’t made you trip over anything with how fast that boy walks

Eventually you get out into an open area, being able to tell from the way the breeze is blowing your hair about

You hear him tell you to stay still before he lets go, you hear his footsteps run off into the distance

After a short time of deafening silence you hear him shout to you to uncover your eyes

Uncovering your eyes you’re met with Reno, stood outside a helicopter, smile beaming towards you

You glance over to the pilot, noticing the sunglass wearing man you let out a small giggle

Walking towards to helicopter you notice the picnic basket and bottle of wine

This boy has planned a date of eating a meal in the helicopter while looking over the view of Midgar

The date goes amazingly, looking up at your boyfriend who is staring out over the helicopters window, taking in how the lighting is illuminating his features perfectly you smile.

You really are the luckiest girl to have someone like him in your life.

[sephifrog]

Mako Treatments

(NSFW) MINORS PLEASE DNI

sephiroth x fem! reader

You hum to the tune in your head as you wash the dishes, wishing you could have gone with Sephiroth to his monthly check up but Shinra wouldn’t allow it, well more so Hojo wouldn’t allow it, he never liked how close you and Sephiroth grew over the years you've worked at the Shinra building, Hojo had all but banned you from the science wing.

You dry your hands with the kitchen towel when you hear a commotion in the hall but before you get too far out of the kitchen the front door opens and you see a feverish Sephiroth, his teeth grinding and body tense. You rush over to him and reach out, placing your hand on his cheek and playing with a strand of hair that fell out of place when he rushed inside.

“Oh sweetheart” your voice seems to snap him back into reality.

He holds back a wince when he opens his eyes and inhales your scent, dick throbbing when it hits his nose-he knows he should stay away from you when he’s like this but your soft and tender hands always help him feel normal, and after treatments, all he wants is to imagine having a normal life with you, so when your hand glides against his cheek he can't help but pull you close and inhale your comforting scent.

“That bad huh?” your voice is soft as you tighten your hold on the man.

He can only grunt and nip your neck, smirking at your yelp he nuzzles into you, dick straining in his tight pants-something you’re all too aware of. when you pull away from his hold and lock eyes you can feel your pussy throb at the dilated and needy look in his.

He pins you to the wall chest almost rumbling with the growl he lets out, you Hated when he got his Mako treatments but god you loved how enthusiastic the man got after. Feeling him grinding against your thigh again you open your legs and wrap your arms tighter around his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss one full of need and submission.

His breath catches when you whimper his name against his lips, losing all control he sucks your lower lip and thrusts his dick against you, grunting into your mouth as he slips his tongue between your lips, laughing into your mouth when you submit with little fight he explores your mouth with his tongue, guiding your tongue into his mouth so he can suck on it

Sephiroth grips the back of your thighs lifting you and pushing you further against the wall, cock now pressed against the seem of your shorts he can feel your pussy pulsing, warmth flows through his body at the thought of you like this all flustered and pretty just for him.

Only for him.

 his sweet girl.

his good girl.

His.

He suddenly pulls away, a string of spit connecting you before it splits apart and falls against your chest. he rests his head against yours, Your whimpers are like music to his ears as he continues his slow grinding against your clothed cunt.

His flustered face and shallow breaths make you lock your ankles around his waist, arching your body against his, pussy flush against his weeping cock you giggle when his breath hitches and shivers run down his spine.

you unwind your arms from his neck and run them down his chest undoing his chest straps and running your knuckle against his nipple, you move down and kiss his pec, relishing in his panting as you move to suck his nipple, teeth grazing over the bud as you buck your hips against his.

when you pull back his nipple has hardened and a blush has spread across his neck and cheeks, you run your hands up his chest again, taking the abused nipple and pinching it in between two knuckles you use your other hand to brush his hair out of his face. “Your chest is so sensitive seph~” your coo seems to egg him on.

He chuckles darkly, eyes narrowed when he smashes his lips against yours again, hand moving between the two of you and sliding into your shorts, he moans into your mouth when he feels your wetness, fingers hooking around your flimsy panties and ripping them with ease.

his knuckle brushes against your clit as he does and you almost cum from the action, head hitting the wall as you throw It back as he starts to stroke his fingers against your sensitive folds, not pushing them in just yet.

He buries his face in your chest and you can feel him kissing your tits through your shirt, glad you didn't put a bra on this morning, you buck against his fingers causing one to slip in leaving you breathless, he takes this chance to take one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking roughly and using his teeth to hold the bud in his mouth.

looking up at you through his lashes he smirks and lets go of the bud with a final kiss before he takes the fabric in his mouth and jerks his head tearing your shirt enough so your tits spill out.

"Seph!" your yelp causes him to smirk.

in retaliation you reach between the two of you and pull his crying dick out of his pants, gasping at how much precum has already spilled from it, he thrusts into your hand and pulls away from your breasts, spit making his mouth glisten.

he rips your shorts off with ease just like he did with your panties and helps you position his dick against your entrance, the hand he has resting against the all almost cracks the cement when his tip pushes past your entrance.

"fuck, sweet girl I, won't be able to hold out much longer"

his plee almost turns into a whimper as your pussy clenches around him, moans spilling from your mouth as your pussy seems to suck him in, you tug his face closer to yours and nip his lip, and breaths mix together as he starts to lose his rhythm.

"Seph! I-I'm-"

"cum for me sweet girl" his voice is strained but you know he refuses to cum first even after treatments.

your world flashes white as you feel your orgasm rip out of you, Sephiroth's head falls against your chest as he fucks you through it, reaching his release not too long after.

he refuses to let you go as he stumbles to your shared room, planning on having a short rest while cockwarming you.

[babelast]

Gladiowolves and Amalthea. Based on fanfiction by my friend, Jezsiema ☺️

Here is the link : https://www.pillowfort.social/posts/1189895

Art commisioned by @jezsiema

[themissemeritus]

Throne - Noctis Lucis Caelum

Pairing: Noctis Lucis Caelum x Reader 

Requested: No

Warnings: Language, at the very end 

Requests: Open

Song: Throne by Bring Me The Horizon

(A/N) - I try to keep these as gender neutral as possible, but unless it’s specifically requested that reader be gender neutral, female pronouns may be used a few times. Ignore it if you want, or come and request. I take reader insert requests as well as personal requests. :))

Remember the moment you left me alone and Broke every promise you ever made I was an ocean, lost in the open Nothing could take the pain away

Noctis’ heart hand long ago been hardened by the burdens of being royal, as well as the many difficulties he faced on his journey to reclaim his kingdom. The war they were fighting was one not easily won, Noctis figured out pretty early on. The young prince had never really understood the point of the war, not until the death of his father, King Regis. With no Caelum heir sitting on the throne, the kingdom was falling into chaos faster than Prompto was taking pictures. The four boys had been travelling together for the longest time, and never in a million years would any of them think that (Y/N) (L/N), an infamous Lucian assassin, would be joining them. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

They had crossed paths with (Y/N) on their way to Cindy’s garage, nearly dying in the process. The assassin had been assigned, by a third party gang leader, to take the life of a rival gang leader. Having been informed of her identity prior to the physical meeting, Noctis made sure to put Gladio on watch for any suspicious moves, ulterior motives. With many daemons programmed to take the life of the last remaining Lucis Caelum, it only seemed smart to invite (Y/N) to travel with them. She now sat in the back seat, between Prompto and Noctis, twirling a small blade in her hands. 

“Stop swinging that thing around, you’re going to kill one of us!” Prompto complained, scooting closer to the door on his right. (Y/N) only scoffed. 

“Please, I’m a professionally trained assassin. I know how to wield a blade and not harm a little bird like yourself.” She said, folding the blade back in on itself and pinching Prompto’s nose. The blonde pouted, turning away slightly. Noctis only chuckled at his friend’s antics. 

The sticks and the stones that You used to throw have Built me an empire So don't even try To cry me a river 'Cause I forgive you You are the reason I still fight

Memories of his father replayed in Noctis’ head as they made the long drive to Cindy’s garage, praying that the car wouldn’t break down before then. The king rarely had time for his son, considering all of his kingly duties in which he had to take care of before his own kin; they had servants and nurses for that, right? 

When they had finally made it to the garage, Noctis sat by himself to the side as Cindy fixed the car, with Prompto shamelessly flirting with the woman. (Y/N) sat down next to the youthful royal, sighing as she did so. 

“How is the future king of Lucis doing today?” She asked, receiving a grunt from Noctis before he decided to have a proper conversation. 

“I’m still alive, right?” He chuckled. “That’s what matters, I guess.” He said, looking towards the girl as she blew a (H/C) lock out of her face. 

“I suppose if that’s the best you can do,” She jabbed lightly, elbowing his arm softly. “What’s a prince like you doing hanging out with someone like me? Are you guys really that desperate for fighters?” (Y/N) asked, half joking, half serious. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

“Do you really want to sit through a Lucian history lesson?” Noctis laughed. 

“What else do we have to do here, your majesty?” She asked, laughing herself. 

“Well, buckle up. It’s quite the venture,” Noctis replied, turning towards the girl. “It all started a few years ago. I was sent away by my father, who told me that the throne was in trouble, and that he didn’t have much time left. He told me I needed to fight until I reclaimed the throne, until I ‘avenged’ him. I didn’t know what he meant, considering that I was thirteen years old, and he was still alive. Ever since then, we’ve been fighting to get back into the castle, and we’ve had almost no success. The amount of daemons and people who want the royal line dead is almost astounding, although I suppose there’s always enemies of the crown, right? Well, it’s been four years and I haven’t been able to reclaim the kingdom yet. You don’t suppose you could help with that, could you?” Noctis chuckled, trying to cover up the devastation and heartbreak with humor. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

(Y/N) smiled. 

“Of course I’ll be here to help. You think I just tagged along for the ride?” She poked fun at the way in which they’d met, with Gladio right under her blade. After a bit of negotiation from Ignis, she ended up in the backseat with a pouting Glagiolus Amicitia in the passenger seat. 

“Good to know,” Noctis said, looking over to Prompto and Cindy, still flirting shamelessly while the engine was being fixed. Gladio and Ignis sat together on a nearby bench, scrolling through whatever seemed interesting on their phones. “Want to go take a walk? I don’t think this will be done for awhile.” Noctis said, standing up and reaching his arm out to (Y/N), who gladly accepted it. The trails outside of the garage lead to many places Noctis didn’t necessarily want to see, considering the amount of daemons out this particular evening. Arm in arm, the pair wandered aimlessly around the town. 

The young prince couldn’t deny the assassin’s beautiful (S/C) features, stealing glances at her as she gazed around the unfamiliar land. He wondered if he would ever be able to accept a love like this again, after the deaths of both his father and betrothed, Lady Lunafreya. The scars left in his heart and mind seemed as if they would never heal; they only built up his anger and need for vengeance towards the neighboring enemy kingdoms, as well as the daemons and droids sent to attack the prince as his accomplices. 

I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know I'll leave you choking On every word you left unspoken Rebuild all that you've broken And now you know Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Noctis stopped the pair abruptly, confusing the young girl beside him. He turned to her with a nervous, yet adventurous, glint in his eyes. 

“What’s up?” (Y/N) said, offering him a small smile. Her features were lit up by the setting evening sun, giving her (S/K) edges a golden glow. Noctis sighed, and then took in another deep breath. 

“Uhm,” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. Finally deciding on his decision, even if it meant certain death. “I’m sorry about this.” He said. There was a slight objection from (Y/N), wanting to know what the problem was, until the Lucian heir interrupted her thoughts and words with his lips on hers. A surprising, yet certainly not unwelcome, gift. 

For the first time in years, Noctis felt nearly whole again as his mouth moved against (Y/N)’s, his hands pulling her closer by her hips while her hands slid up his body until they found their way into his black hair. 

He paid no mind to his past, or the tasks at hand; all that mattered in this moment was that she made him feel, well, good. That was something that the young prince hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever; and he wouldn’t change a thing about it. 

So you can throw me to the wolves Tomorrow I will come back Leader of the whole pack Beat me black and blue Every wound will shape me Every scar will build my throne

Holy shit, this was so goddamn bad and I’m so sorry. My first few pieces probably will be shit, I’m not even going to lie. Requests are rarely closed so feel free to hit me up with anything you want to see on this blog. I don’t really have any restrictions besides your basic rule against shit like sexism, homophobia, and racism. Thanks for reading, catch ya later ;))

[silver-greedling]

While You Were Away

Prompto Argentum x Reader (could technically be seen as a part two of the last one, but you don't have to read it to read this one)

It had been about two weeks since my twin brother had been practically absorbed into the crystal that was meant to save us. In a flash, before any of our friends could save him, he was gone.

I hadn't been there myself; They had left me in Lucis after the destruction of Altissia. Cid was more than willing to let me stay in the caravan at his garage, and I was happy to help him and Cindy.

I had started to become really good friends with Cindy. At first, I thought it might be a little awkward, as she was Prompto's old crush and I was his girlfriend, but she turned out to be really sweet. Our personalities complimented each other perfectly, according to Cid.

Somehow, I almost knew what to expect when the Regalia returned with only three occupants. An all too familiar raven's nest of hair was missing.

Before I could even walk to the Regalia, Prompto had left the car and was walking to meet me at the caravan. He pulled me into his arms, burying his face into my neck tightly. I didn't know what to expect, but I was certainly shocked to feel something running down my neck.

"It's about Noctis," he cried softly when I asked him about it. "He..."

Slowly and tearfully, he explained everything as best as he could, from him getting accidentally pushed off the train, to meeting the guys at Zegnautus, up until Noctis had tried to use the crystal, but had paid a high pice in return for naught.

My own lip quivered as he pulled me close. "I couldn't help him, I'm so sorry."

"I'm sure it wasn't your fault," I assured him, trying to keep my breath steady. "Noctis...is an idiot. He does dumb things, sometimes, but...I'm sure he's not blaming you, wherever he is."

"How have you been?" he asked once his eyes had dried. He offered me a smile, but it was too forced.

"Alright, I guess," I sighed. "Although, I have noticed that something is very weird." I stopped for a moment, shaking my head. "That's too vague, I mean to say that something is really...off with the world, lately. The nights have started to grow longer and longer, and the days are getting shorter. That means the daemons are out for longer periods of time, and a ton of nearby places have been getting scared of attacks."

"But you've kept safe here, right?" he asked, scanning my body quickly for injuries. I saw his eyes stop on the scar on my arm, and I put a hand on his cheek to force him to face me.

"I'm perfectly fine," I told him. "Do you see me? I'm standing right here, and you can feel me, right? I'm here and I'm real, I promise."

He nodded, pressing a kiss to my lips, before moving back to fully look at me. "You got prettier while I was away," he flirted unashamedly, and I blushed, not having expected it.

"Prompto!" I buried my face in his chest, and he laughed at the action. "Give a girl a warning next time, geez!"

"No one warned me that you were going to enter my life," he told me, stroking my hair. "But here you are. I thank the Six every single day that you're in my life, you know? Every single day, princess."

"When did you get so bold?" I asked shyly, hiding my red face.

"Well, aside from kicking ass, I had a ton of time to self reflect while I was out there," he told me. "Y'know, when your best friend kicks you off a train while mistaking you for the enemy, a bit of alone time is deserved, I always say."

"I'm glad you seem a little more confident." I pulled back to give him a smile. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too."

Our lips met again, but not for long. Ignis had called Prompto's name, causing him to remove himself with a sigh.

"I'll be back in a moment, okay? Don't go anywhere."

"I'm not leaving you, I promise."

~~~

"Prompto, you've been living here for two years, you know where the sugar is," I laughed. Despite my words, I still came into the kitchen, reaching into one of the cabinets to get the sugar.

"Yeah, but it's a great excuse to get you in here with me," he giggled, wrapping his arms around me from behind as I set the sugar bag on the counter. "You should stay, it'll be fun!"

I smiled at his words as he turned me to face him. "Not for too long - I still have a ton of work to get done."

"But I'm more important, right?" He gave me a little pout, tilting his head like a puppy.

"Of course you are." I rolled my eyes. "What a silly question."

"Ah, but hearing that makes it worth it," he told me, putting his hands on my cheeks. "I love you, princess."

"Mhm, I love you, too."

His lips met mine, and it was heated quickly. I found myself moving the bag to the side as he picked me up to sit on the counter, mouths hardly ever leaving one another for more than a short breath of air.

My hands found their way under his tight T-shirt, which didn't do much to conceal his toned chest. He wasn't super buff like Gladio, nor was he a square of a man like Ignis, but he was perfectly Prompto-shaped, as I liked to say.

A phone ringing interrupted our moment, just as it was starting to get further. It was Prompto's phone. He tried hard to ignore it, pulling back to huff and roll his eyes as he denied the call, but they called back almost immediately after he set the phone down. Sighing, he grabbed the phone, not moving from his spot.

"Ignis," he muttered, "always ruining the moment." At that, he answered the phone, keeping an arm wrapped around me.

I could barely hear Ignis' voice, and I couldn't catch a word he said, but he spoke in that same, cool tone that was unmistakably him.

"Yeah," Prompto sighed in response to something Ignis said. "Yeah, sure. I'll be there. Yup."

Ignis hung up after that, and Prompto dropped his arms to his sides.

"He wants me to join him and Glad on a hunt. Today."

A sense of sadness rolled through me. He didn't go on hunts often, especially now that daylight was nonexistent and that made everything more dangerous, but it always scared me when he did. I begged him every time to let me go, but the look in his eyes perfectly mirrored my own. It was a look of pure love, the look you give someone when you know you may never see them again.

A million times he had told me that he refused to lose me during a hunt. That he'd be put at ease to know that I'm at home and safe from harm. He promised to always return if I just stayed out of danger.

"Be careful," I told him as I hopped off of the counter. "I...I'll help you pack."

His weapons were now in a storage closet at the end of the hallway, one that we almost never used. He grabbed a gun or two as I raided some boxes in the closet for curatives and the like. Once I was satisfied, I gave him his bag, and went to the bedroom.

"Your camera," I told him. "I know it's dark and all, but you never know when you'll get a good-"

I stopped as the images on the camera popped up. Of course, the first thing to show was a picture of my brother and I, right outside our home. This was years ago, when my brother was around...when our dad was alive...when the Crown City - our city - was alive and prosperous.

A hand on my back startled me, and I almost dropped the camera, but Prompto steadied me.

"Keep it with you," he told me as I clicked through the pictures. "Hold onto it, okay?"

"But what'll you-"

"You always forget that I kept the one that you gave me," he chuckled, picking another, newer camera up off of the dresser. I smiled.

"No, I just like hearing you say that you keep it."

"Of course I keep it." He smiled back. "What a silly question."

With a laugh, I set the older camera back on the shelf to view at a later time. I followed him to the front door, where he hesitated to leave.

"I love you." He turned to face me, a hand resting on my cheek. "Be safe."

"I love you, too," I told him. "And you be safe, too. Tell Gladio I'll be pissed if I see so much as a scratch, alright?"

He laughed and rolled his eyes, before planting a kiss on my lips. Seemingly happy with his sendoff, he opened the door and stepped outside, where a special bright light covered our house completely. I stood at the door and watched him walk out to his motorcycle - which he looked really hot driving, not gonna lie.

Before stepping on the bike, he turned back to me. With a shake of his head, he started toward the house again, and I walked up to meet him about halfway.

"Did you forget something? I'm sure we packed-"

I was cut off by his lips all but slamming into mine. Surprised, it took me a second to respond, but I placed my hands on his chest in response.

He pulled back, and I saw a certain gleam in his eyes. "This hunt might take a really long time. It could take weeks, maybe even a month." I nodded in understanding as his hand stroked my cheek. "Oh, Six....when I come back, I want you to marry me!"

My mind blanked at the words, but a stupid smile crossed my face. "Marry...?"

"I don't have a ring, and the circumstances suck, and I know we wanted to wait for Noctis, but I can't wait anymore, princess. I can't stand another second knowing I haven't completely made you mine."

He stepped closer, giving me a watery smile. "I would trade the whole world for you. I love you more than anything and anyone else, I hope you know. I'm ready to say that I'm spending the rest of my life with you, not as a friend, kot a boyfriend, but your husband."

"Of course I'll marry you," I cried, tears already streaming. "W-What a silly question, Prompto. I will, I will marry you."

"I knew you would, but hearing you say it makes it better."

I wiped the tears from my face, but they came too fast to stop for longer than a single moment.

A few of his own tears fell as he kissed me one more time. "The second I get back, we're getting married. One way or another. It's too late to change your mind."

"I'd never change my mind." He grinned at ny words, planting a final kiss on my cheek, before slowly, almost against his will, turning to get on his motorcycle.

"I love you," he told me as the engine started.

"I love you, too. Get back home quick; It's rude to keep a girl waiting."

Laughing, he started driving off, but not without giving me a little wave as he left.

[atomic-taco-muffin]

Cloud runes into a friend while he is in the dress. At first he doesn't recognize them, but when they do, they could not help but start to laugh, calling this the best day of their life.

I forgot about this part! Lol!

So Cloud was in the dress from the game (again don’t remember what happened) and was trying to avoid you. It was bad enough that he had to wear that thing, he didn’t need you to laugh at him. Heh, that was not going to happen. You ran into him and laughed your ass off. 

“Would you shut up?” he asked, annoyed. 

“I-I can’t...It’s too funny!” you wheezed. He’s now questioning why he’s friends with you.