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[lichenbug]

to celebrate this pride month you should not do anything at your job n talk to all the lil gay freaks in your phone all shift instead

[fizzypop-yum]

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[prismaticpichu]

Picture this: Seph winning Zack a plushie that he was staring at in the rigged claw machine. It’s too cute I can’t—

AHHHHH THE FEEELS 😭 BRILLIANT MIND! ❤️

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“You want one, don’t you?”

It was hardly even a question: Zack had been staring at the box of plushies for over forty-five seconds now, an obvious longing in the bright blue eyes that Sephiroth knew took every ounce of his willpower to bridle. Well-played by the diner, to have a claw machine placed strategically in the corner of their restaurant. It was practically magnetism—an irresistible force aimed to draw in youthful, innocent, somewhat-impulsive spirits. And conveniently for them, Zack fit perfectly into that bill.

Sephiroth wiped away his smirk as Zack turned back towards him.

“…Maaaaybe,” Zack admitted sheepishly, but the kind of sheepishness that told Sephiroth he was still comfortable confessing such a thing. A playful smile brightened his lips. “Can I borrow some Gil?”

Sephiroth scoffed, not harshly. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah!” Zack chirped. “I want that Elfadunk!”

Sephiroth cast a brief glance towards the machine—and, oh, there it was. Nestled between a cluster of other monsters was indeed a small, felty, beady-eyed Elfadunk turned on its side against the glass. Turned on its side, so it could of course be in perfect position to maximize its allure—a tantalizing treasure with big beady eyes that was gazing right back at them.

Oh Gaia.

“Soooooo….” Zack blinked. “Can I have a coin?”

“You don’t need it.” Sephiroth cut another piece of his food.

“But it’s so cute!” Zack continued, like it was the most sound reasoning he could give. “Pleeease Seph? I lost my wallet again.”

Ignoring the implication that he was going to have to pay for both of their meals—and the concerning addition of “again”—Sephiroth put a hand over his eyes, unable to help himself from rippling with quiet, amused chuckles at the sheer stupidity of what it was Zack wanted to do. Zack, a SOLDIER First Class, one of the best in the military, wanting nothing more than to win a stuffed creature that he could put on his bed and cuddle with and most likely name. It truly was stupid.

But, he supposed…. it was the precious kind of stupidity. The irreplaceable kind. No one else in his life would dare ask to borrow money so they could spend it on a cheap arcade game. No one else would even dare bring him to a place where such a thing would even exist. No one would even dream of it. No one would have the heart to.

Shaking his head, Sephiroth reached into his pocket and slid a shiny gold coin across the table.

“There,” he said, peeling his hand away from his eyes. “Go wild, my friend.”

Zack’s face exploded with glee. “Aww man! Thanks, bud! You’re the best!”

The smile lingered on Sephiroth’s lips as he watched Zack zip across the room and over to the game. He watched him insert the coin, watched as the machine came to life. Watched as he skillfully maneuvered the claw over the respective spot he wanted—just where the tip of the Elfadunk’s trunk poked through. Watched as he pressed the button, as the claw descended, as it grasped the trunk, as it pulled it out, as he maneuvered it back to the little pit and—

Dropped it.

Sephiroth frowned, a full and deep crease on his lips. What on Gaia was that? He had the plushie—right there. He had done the hard part—the skillful part—had accurately hovered the claw in the exact spot that it needed to be in order to get the toy he desired. He had it. The claw had a firm grasp on it.

So why on GAIA did it drop it?

Sephiroth frowned, rising from the booth and making his way over.

Zack looked utterly deflated as he stared at the plushie—mere feet away from the pit where he needed to drop it.

“No dice,” he said sadly, glancing up at the warrior and shaking his head in defeat. “Oh well. Guess it was fun to—what are ya doing, Seph?”

Steely, determined, Sephiroth remained silent as he inserted another coin into the machine and watched the mocking beads of illumination come alight. Eyes fixated on the Elfadunk, Sephiroth maneuvered the claw until its shadow stretched over the toy. Double-checked all angles to make sure it would grasp it.

He pressed the button, and watched the claw descend.

Down. Down. Down.

The claw fell over the toy.

The claw closed.

And the claw ascended.

…

…

…

With nothing in its grasp.

Sephiroth remained silent for several beats, motionless. Blank. Well—blank, that was, until his vacuous expression slowly morphed into a sharp, indignant glare at the toy still sitting pretty amid the other plushies. A glare slow powerful that one would think the glass would melt away under its heat. A glare that little saw, and little would like to see. A glare reserved for only the most horrible, treacherous, unbearably vexing complexes in the world.

…..What?? WHAT?

Was the claw made of grease? Was the claw made of GREASE? What kind of nonsense was this…..?!

Zack stared again at the Elfadunk, a whole new wave of defeat crashing over his face. “Aww man…” he said, before turning his attention back to the General. “That was so close, bud. Thanks for trying.”

Sephiroth gazed at the boy’s face for a moment—at the disappointment in his eyes against the bustling backdrop of the diner, at the slight wobble to his smile that told him he really wasn’t smiling much at all. It was a look of sorrow, a look of sadness. And Sephiroth’s heart twisted taut.

He… had let Zack down. He had just wanted to get him the plushie when he had so rightfully deserved it. And he had failed. He had failed his best friend.

….No.

He wouldn’t fail a friend. Not now. Never again.

Sephiroth whipped his head back towards the claw machine, the green eyes narrowing to daggers.

This… this was personal now.

And that’s how every eye in the restaurant became fixated on the incredulous sight of General Sephiroth spending dozens of Gil on a old-timey claw machine. Waiters stopped in their paths, customers stopped eating their food. Sure, people were starstruck when the man first walked in; but that star had exploded into a supernova, and no one could look away.

Not that Sephiroth cared.

Up, down, the claw went.

Up. Down.

Up. Down.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Up. Down.

Up. Down.

Up—

And, finally, it happened.

It happened.

Sephiroth watched with unwavering intensity as the claw went down for the 21st time, as it grasped around the toy. As those metal fingers cupped around the plushie’s body, as those metal fingers closed. As those metal fingers cupped around the toy and closed and began lifting the elusive Elfadunk into the air. As those metal fingers cupped around the toy and closed and began lifting the elusive Elfadunk into the air and—

Dropped it.

…

…

…

Into the pit.

The diner erupted into a tempest of applause. People cheered, roared, high-fiving one another and waving their napkins. It was a sight to behold, truly—bigger than any recent sports victory in the city, a concourse of triumph and joy and domination.

But Sephiroth didn’t hear a single one of them, didn’t hear a single clap or shout. His mind was too focused on something else.

Sephiroth practically sank to his knees as he lowered to the belly of the machine and reached in to grab the plushie. It felt like touching a ghost, as his fingers grazed the real, tangible, uncaged felt before him. He withdrew the plushie from the machine with a swell in his heart—and a swell that only grew bigger as he saw the sheer joy on Zack’s face as he handed him the toy.

“You did it, Seph! You did it! You actually did it!” Zack hugged the toy against his chest, squeezing it with asphyxiating strength. “Thank you thank you thank you I love you so much!” And, suddenly, it wasn’t the toy that Zack was throttling anymore as he raced forward, and gave his friend a monstrous, grateful hug.

Sephiroth didn’t miss a beat. He wound his own arms around the boy in turn, his joy contagious and the man’s pockets empty, embracing his closest friend with the Elfadunk like glue between them, neither wanting to let go.

“Awwwwwwwwwww,” the diner harmonized.

Sephiroth’s cheeks flared coral as he realized—very sharply—that they were indeed still in public.

Well, ok. He let go then.

———

The Elfadunk was later christened Fidelis, a foreign translation of “loyalty” (Zack Moogle-searched it). Fidelis was slept with every night—and became quite iconic around Midgar. Even more iconic was the newspaper-captured story of General Sephiroth spending all his pocket change for his lieutenant. “Generous Sephiroth” some SOLDIERs would call him—a nickname that Zack adored but Sephiroth would quite frankly want burned to the ground. But what did any of that matter, anyway? Zack was happy that day.

Which meant Sephiroth was too <3

[what-breaks-my-heart]

[batshikns]

OH SHIT I AM FORGETTING SOMETHING

[noodleblade]

Pining KO is an obvious desire

bro....one day...one day I'll post this incredibly self-indulgent mess

[bonefanatic]

ERAFHHDJB

[sillybillydx]

hi guys I just realized I didn't have asks on. Oops.

[lt-banks]

Did you know that medieval castles had murder holes? They would pour boiling oil or shoot arrows down at intruders. Very effective. Ah—wait. That was a strange topic to start with. I did not mean to imply I would pour oil on you. Please forget I said that.

She parted her lips to speak, before suddenly closing them, narrowing her eyes and tilting her head.

"... Let me guess. You watched a documentary last night on the Medieval era and then started researching it."

The corner of her lip curled upward. "Tell me I'm wrong!" She knows him too well.

[gratuiciel]

shit i forgot the fluff

[sad-girl-shit11]

Time to write, I do it for Alexander. He would’ve wanted me to get through all the writing

[fae-of-the-wind333]

THANK YOU! I was so pissed at the ending of S5, it was HORRIBLE! Sam in a ditch? Cass in the wind? And the worst offender: Dean with Lisa which was so OOC for him! Like he just lost his brother and barely saved the world, but he'd go off to play house with a random ex??? Are you kidding me???

Tho I think S6 and S7 weren't that good either... but S8 and S9(so far) are pretty awesome

i don’t get how people can say spn should’ve ended at season 5…..yeah i know it shouldn’t have had 15 SEASONS, but like at most 7 to have a good ending

[trufln]

OOOPPS….. what is that?…. OH NO!.!!.!!!! ….sorry..heh im so clumsy how could i drop my new illustration like that…….. heh……..

+ close up!

[mysecertdiaryofableedingheart]

Lil Office Romance p.3

Terry Richmond X Black Fem OC  (Troi)

No warnings: Light heart fluff. A little flirty, trying a different POV 

Troi

"I don't know which one to wear Celeste!" I whined as I held up the two wrap dress into the FaceTime camera

"Now T just go either the black one it's safe and gotta little cleavage for your mouse to take a peak at" I knew Celeste could help but tease after I let her in on the inside joke that Terry started "and a glossy red lip he'll probably need to be in a straight jacket to not devour you"

At the thought of Terry wanted to put his mouth anywhere near me. I could help but let out a deep sigh.

"Alright miss love struck focus I know you wanna jump his bones to but baby steps" Celeste broke me out of my dirty thoughts about Terry's plump lips.

"I can't help it, I'm trying not to psych myself out. It's just he actually interested in me." I couldn't help but gush sitting at her vanity watching Celeste go through her skincare routine.

"Aht aht none of that doubting how wonderful you are! Of course he's interested in your cute self" it's conversation like these that reassure me step 1 in my Troi 2.0 list was the perfect step " ooopp bestie I gotta go my sneaky link just sent the bat signal. I'm going to get my guts rearranged " I couldn't help but laugh her crazy self.

"Have fun getting bent like a pretzel CeCe" I waved bye in a fit of giggles.

I couldn't let all my habits die hard, by 8:30pm I was rubbing my feet together on my couch waiting for my cookie browning concoction in the over for tomorrow.

I almost missed my phone vibrating, no one calls me this late. My parent were probably always in bed by 7:30pm and my Brother stationed over seas in the Navy. I couldn't help but grab my phone hurriedly not hoping for the worst. I answer without even looking and was greeted by Terry grinning at me excitedly.

"My bad Troi I meant for this to be voice call but my fat fingers slipped" my eyes wide at his deep voice flooding my ears. Somehow he didn't look sorry especially with his with the mischievous smirk across his face. "But now I know how your hair is always so perfect everyday"

My eyes slipped to my reflection in the small corner window. I couldn't help but drop my phone

This nigga just saw me in fucking Velcro curlers. I've never moved my fingers so fast to shut off my camera.

"nope nope ! Before I die right here please change the subject" tears welled up in my eyes from the cringe

"Why change the subject? Pretty girl you look straight out a movie set, like 1950s house wife" my mouth dropped at his pretty girl comment "Skin all glowing all you need is an apron. I'd - someone would love to come home to that view. Let me see you again"

I studied his face in the FaceTime window. Nothing about his expression said he was teasing it was something different something I only saw on people faces in the movies maybe lust?He actually wanted to see me.

"Come on Pretty girl let me see, please" his voice was a few octaves lower. I couldn't help but respond to his plea and turn the camera back on. "There she is. I wanted to call and ask your opinion on the BBQ I just made for our lunch tomorrow"

Still slightly uncomfortable at my rolled up hair being on display. I tucked my bottom lip in "I'll eat whatever you bring. I'm not picky"

"Pshhh, Seafood salad and chocolate chip cookies from scratch, you cook like a 1950s housewife too. I gotta bring my A game for you Wifey" his eye dashed mischievously across the screen at his last  words.

My mouth responded faster than my brain " grilling on a Monday night at 8:30 is real hubby materials to me" I couldn't even believe myself at flirty back with him.

"Well look at that wifey and hubby aren't we a pair" Terry smirk was a full grin showing of her perfect rows of teeth and I couldn't help but notice his tongue peaking out to moisten his full bottom lip.

The beeping of my oven broke me out of my trance. "Oh the treats!" I carried my phone into my kitchen propping my phone up on to the counter out of habit. " Terry they came out better than I thought! " showing off the treats Nara smith style.

"They do look good pretty girl, I need about three -four of them things for tomorrow" I couldn't help but giggle at his greedy behavior.

"Big back Big back" I sung out while turning around to place the warm tray on to the counter opposite of my phone. I could hear Terry let out a groan, similar to when he bit into a cookie during our lunch outing. "Terry you're so silly you haven't even tasted them yet " I said turning around after placing the treats on a wire rack.

Terry was now seated on a black couch that contrasted nicely with his beautiful honeyed tan skin tone. He cleared his throat " I could envision that treat in my mouth" he abruptly asked me "What sport did you play to get those shorts?"

Pondering his question, it finally dawned on m3 he could see my ratty old track shorts that had my high school name running across the butt. They barely covered my cheeks but were my favorite shorts to run around the house in.

"I can't stop embarrassing myself on this call, first the rollers now my ratty old track shorts" my face heated up.

"Don't be embarrassed." Terry rose up from his couch propping his phone up to show of his gray sweat shorts with what looks like a highschool logo in the corner "we match lazing around the house in old clothes."

Terry could probably talk me into walking over a cliff. I covered my heated face giggling at him flexing his arms and legs like a body builder. On a whim I snap at FaceTime photo of him in full Mr. Universe pose.

"Oh nah wifey, you get a photo of me and I get a full out photo of you for my personal record too. " Terry picked up the phone referencing our earlier conversation.

"Okay Hubby, one picture so that we're even" I backed up from the camera

"Nah Wifey I need a pose, give me some pin up, you got Mr.Universe outta me." Terry hyped me up.

His encouragement gave me some boldness as I popped my butt out and blew a kiss. The camera flashed 2 times "hey we agreed on one Terry! " I couldn't help but pouting moving closer to the camera And it flashed on more time "Terry!"

" you gotta forgive me, the second was an accident. But the 3rd on I had to document you with an attitude I didn't even know it was possible, you're too sweet" he pleaded his sleep eyes a little bit heavy as he blinked slowly at me through the camera and with his head reclined on the back of his couch with his arm folded behind his head. "I'll let it go I don't know if I believe you but I'm gonna let it go this time". I could help but smile. This might be the best Monday ever

[therealsonicexeisback]

ARE YOU OKAY?

You're speaking odd.. are you sick?

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[ficfield]

Chapter 7: Blind pursuit

And I ooopp 😂, starting to get goooood huh. Chris Refield x Reader

Enjoy my lovelies!

Lanshiang, China – Warehouse district.

The moment you burst through the warehouse doors, you spotted her.

Ada Wong.

Speeding off in a sleek red sports car, the taillights glowing like a devil’s grin in the rain.

Chris cursed, his jaw clenched so tight you thought his teeth might crack. “She’s getting away!” 

Piers didn’t hesitate. He scanned the lot, eyes darting from wrecked vehicles to burning debris, them he saw it.

A military truck.

A damn good one.

Heavy-duty. Reinforced plating. A mounted machine gun.

Piers pointed. “There!”

Chris jumped onto the gunner’s platform. Gripping the heavy artillery with both hands.

You barely had time to slide into the passengers seat before Piers slammed his foot down on the gas.

The truck lurched forward, tired screeching, the force slamming you back against your seat. 

And your stomach turned.

Hard.

The high-speed chase begins.

Piers gunned it, weaving between abandoned vehicles, the rain-slicked streets flashing past in a blur of concrete and chaos.

You swallowed thickly, gripping the dash as the motion hit you hard. The car wasn’t just fast, it was brutal.

Sharp turns. Sudden acceleration. The kind of driving that twisted your insides into knots. 

And your stomach was not handling it well.

Chris barely seemed to notice. He was focused on Ada, tracking her through the sights of the mounted gun.

Then, movement.

Another car roared onto the street beside you, windows shattering as J’avo’s opened fire.

Chris turned the turret fast, unleashing a hailstorm of bullets into the enemy vehicle.

Glass shattered.

Tires screeched. 

The J’avo car spun out, slamming into a guardrail before flipping violently into a wreck of twisted metal. 

Piers swerved around it, barely avoiding impact. “Hang on!” 

You gritted your teeth, fighting back the nausea.

It was getting worse.

Your stomach twisted violently as the truck bounced over a pothole, sending you jerking against your seatbelt.

Chris was still firing, his voice sharp. “Another one, right side!”

Another enemy vehicle pulled up beside you. 

One of the J’avo lunged from the roof, gripping the side of your truck with inhuman strength.

You forced yourself to focus, aiming your rifle just as it reached for Chris.

BANG.

The shot tore through its head, sending it tumbling off the side of the truck and under the tires of the car behind you.

Piers let out a breath. “Nice shot.”

You barely nodded.

Because you were going to be sick. 

The road spun hard as Piers mad another insane turn, the G-force nearly pulling you out of your skin.

Your fingers dug into the seat. Your stomach lurched.

Chris yelled over the gunfire, too focussed to notice.

Then,

Ada’s car swerved right, taking a sharp turn into a parking garage. 

Chris barked, “She’s in there!”

Piers followed, the truck barrelling up the ramp, tires screeching against wet pavement.

Your head pounded.

The movement. The speed. The constant spinning. 

You felt the sickness clawing up your throat.

Not now. Not now.

Parking garage – the trick

Pirs slammed the brakes. The truck skidding to a stop on the third floor of the parking garage.

Your stomach lurched violently at the sudden stop. 

Your hands were shaking. 

Chris scanned the area, gun raised. “Where is she?” 

Piers frowned. “I swear I saw her car come up here.”

You swallowed hard, trying to breath past the nausea.

Then, Chris’s gaze snapped to the highway beyond the railing.

And his eyes widened. 

Ada’s red sports car tore down the motorway below you.

She had tricked you.

Chris let out a growl, already moving. “Get in.” 

Piers blinked. “What?”

Chris didn’t wait. He shoved Piers aside and took the wheel himself.

You barely had time to react before-

The truck reversed. Hard.

Then, without warning,

Chris floored it.

The military vehicle surged forward, straight toward the railing.

Your eyes went wide. “Chris?!”

And suddenly, the ground was gone.

The truck soared through the air.

For a second, there was nothing but weightlessness.

Then,

CRASH.

The truck landed brutally onto the highway, the tires screeching in protest. 

Pier swore loudly as he as he gripped the dash. “WHAT THE HELL!”

Ada was right ahead. And he wasn’t losing her.

The ship – the final leap

The chase continued.

Gunfire. Swerving cars. Chris driving like a man possessed.

Ada was fast. But Chris?

Chris was relentless.

Then, she made her move.

Ada’s care sped onto a dock. 

A ship loomed ahead.

She didn’t stop.

She drove straight onto the cargo ramp.

Chris’s eyes burned with fury. “She’s not getting away.”

Piers shook his head violently. “no.no, Chris-“

Chris just gritted his teeth.

And hit the gas.

Once again, 

The truck left the ground.

The world tilted.

You barely had enough time to react before the vehicle slammed onto the dock of the ship, metal groaning beneath the impact. 

Then,

The world spun.

The truck rolled.

Once.

Twice.

Bodies went flying.

Your head snapped back against the dashboard

And then,

Nothing. 

Darkness.

Ship deck – aftermath 

Your body wasn’t moving.

Piers was the first to push himself up, groaning. “Shit…”

Chris was already on his knees, his head whipping around until he saw you. 

You weren’t getting up.

Chris’s stomach dropped.

He was at your side in seconds. “Hey. Hey, wake up.”

Piers crouched down, checking your pulse. “She’s alive. Just took a hit to the head.”

Chris’s fist clenched.

They couldn’t move. Not yet. 

Not until you were stable. 

And that meant he had time. 

Time for answers. 

His eyes flickered to Piers. 

“…. Who is she to me?” 

Piers hesitated.

Chris’s jaw tightened. “I’m done being left in the dark, Piers.” His voice was low, sharp. “She was a part of my life. I feel it. I know it. So why the hell don’t I remember her?”

Piers looked away. “it’s complicated, captain.”

Chris’s patience snapped. “Then UNCOMPLICATE IT.” 

Silence.

Piers exhaled, running a hand down his face.

Then, finally, he muttered:

“You cared about her.”

Chris’s breath hitched.

Piers swallowed. “More than you probably wanted to admit.” He glanced at you, unconscious, bruised, breathing shallow. “You might’ve forgotten her, Chris… but you loved her.” 

Chris stared. 

His heart pounded.

For the first time since this mission started,

He truly was afraid.