#but he still manages to come out looking like a loser anyways! he sucks!!

[shrimpleton]

Toshiro as a character is very funny to me because in most other contexts the clearly very cool and incredibly skilled samurai would be presented as a Goemon or Musashi-type character, but in Dungeon Meshi he's presented like "What if Sixpencee kinda had the personality of a wet sock?"

[geckoomoria]

girl like you- jj maybank x reader drabble

friends to lovers type thing

fluff pre much, readers bf cheats on her and jj comforts her 😓

mentions of swearing , cheating , manipulation , jj wanting to beat the shit out of readers ex

i just HAD to write something for my jj bc like my phase is coming back… and i fear its worse than before. ANYWAYS ENJOY😇 also if i would love to be mutals with obx fans even if u dont post anything

also i know i had this sort of same scenery with my sam monroe drabble but i just love the warm weather by water at night thing sm. Its a lifestyle okay. ENJOY !!

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Friday July 25th,

approx 8:45 pm

AS YOU SAT ALONE on the sandy beach just by the edge of the water , you noticed tonight was rather windier than usual.

Your outfit of choice didn’t exactly contribute to your warmth either. Dark wash shorts that stopped right where it was appropriate to call them shorts and a fitted dark grey tank with outer lace trims.

The booming music and sounds of drunk people partying came just a few feet behind you, it wasn’t that uncommon for the teenagers of Outerbanks to throw beach parties wherever they can.

It’s not that you hated these parties or the people attending them, you had fun every now and then but your social battery ran out quicker than you expected tonight…

it was technically expected. you recently broke up with your cheating ex boyfriend and it took quite the toll on you.

Your friends begged and pleaded to get you out of the house for once and miraculously it worked tonight but that doesn’t mean you were in the mood for a party.

All you wanted to do right now was look at the glimmering water of the ocean alone.

You sat in silence , knees up , toes brought close together and arms slung over your knees. Eyes focused on the shore but mind all over the place.

Suddenly the shadow of a figure loomed over yours from behind, his reflection into the sand.

“There ya are sweetheart! been lookin alll over for ya”

calls out the shadow who turned out to be none other than your good friend Jj Maybank.

You, Jj and the rest of the pogues were good friends , hanging out occasionally and them involving you in whatever daily trouble they managed to find.

You and Jj could be considered very good friends , Friends who flirt and fake fight a LOT and when you finally broke up with your loser of a boyfriend? Jj fell to his knees and screamed victory from the top of his lungs.

but of course he couldn’t let you know that , he didn’t want to risk the possibility of ruining your friendship and of course he was so pissed at your ex that he swore if he ever caught sight of him , he was going to beat the shit out of him but still it made him so happy.

you stayed silent at his words , giving him a glance and returning back to the view of the ocean. You didn’t have the energy to fake a cheery greeting.

“ah cmon no snarky comment? thats not the Y/n i know!” he states taking a seat right beside you and mimicking your stance. You could smell the mix of beer, weed and cologne on him , almost like it was his personal scent.

“yeah well the y/n you know has had the life sucked out of her recently” you answer with eyes. emotionless , still locked on the water.

Jj’s sight soften at your words , he felt horrible for the way you were feeling. He would do anything to hear your sweet laugh and see those glowing eyes light up again.

He was actually the one who secretly convinced your friends to keep trying to get you out of your room, he was just so worried.

“you shouldn’t be sad over a asshole like that n/n. way i see it , you lucked out just in time” He says hoping you’ll look at the dreadful situation positively.

“it wasn’t in time.” you say almost too quickly causing Jj furrow his eyebrows out of confusion.

You can feel his stare as a way of telling you to “go on” to explain.

You take a deep breath before speaking “i-i should have known he was gonna cheat eventually, all the signs were there. Flirting with other girls , being secretive and manipulative. it wa- it was my fault , i should have known.” your voice breaks with every word , the sound of it growing smaller and smaller.

Both of your hearts clench , thinking about all the times you two were together just made you want to start bawling.

Jj on the other hand couldn’t believe you were blaming yourself for this, he cheats on a girl as divine as yourself and you think your SOMEHOW AT FAULT?

That dumbass let go of a girl like you so easily. If that was him , he would move heaven and earth for you.

If Jj could , he would release a public statement everywhere that they should just arrest him now so that theres a slight possibility your ex lives to see another day.

Tears prickle at your eyes as you stare into Jjs, holding back as much as possible with the hopes of not wanting to embarrass yourself in-front of the blonde boy.

“you can’t possibly think its your fault Y/n , he lost the girl of m- everyones dreams and y’know what?” He voices sternly and clears his throat half way through hoping you didn’t catch his slipup in words

“what?” you ask sniffling and wiping away any visible tears with your hands.

“that dumb fuckers biggest punishment is living a life without you.” staring into your eyes , faces just inches apart from each other

You practically swoon at his words , they made you feel so much better, Jj always had a way of making you feel special.

You chuckle and wipe away any remaining tears “wow J , had no idea you were such a philosopher” you joke causing him to crack a smile in return.

“what have i been telling you? im practically that Shakespeare guy” you both laugh.

The once intense atmosphere lightened and the dawning sadness was somewhat lifted.

You felt a scar on your heart fading away , you can’t help but what wonder how this would have never happened if you dated Jj instead.

you shift your body closer to your friend and rest your head on his shoulder as the two of you stared off into the sea of the night.

“hey j?”

“yeah?”

“you’d never do that right, break a girls heart on purpose?” you ask out of nowhere , pondering on what he thinks of it.

You expected him to be caught off guard but instead his instant reply had you truly stumped.

“girl like you , i dont think i could live with myself if i did.”

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the way i have been daydreaming abt this exact scenario for days on end is crazy

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[crashromance]

hi it's a me 🤠 give me brocede + cheating (it's monaco it's traditional)

anything for u lover

lewis/nico | 1k | karting days

The way Nico slobbers over his vanilla cone is anything but pretty. You'd think rich white boys bred in tax havens would have better manners—but that's Nico for you. Nothing about him is sweet or stomachable.

"Want some?" he asks, licking creamy drip off his fingers. He holds out the last bite to Lewis, wafer crumbs speckling his lopsided grin. Lewis wrinkles his nose.

"You're disgusting, man. Anyway, I already won."

That was two in a row for Lewis. He could almost hear room service's raised brows when they rang for the third time, dead set on breaking the tie.

The trick was to never make eye contact. Just buckle down and get the job done. Five minutes, no cheating, loser pays. Most of the time Nico paid even when he won, but Lewis doesn't let that happen often enough to feel any type of way about it.

Nico shrugs, kicking his feet up onto Lewis's lap just to be a shit. "I'll get you back next time on track."

Lewis cackles. He's welcome to try.

Nico's eyes narrow. "Maybe I'll even celebrate afterwards with what's-her-name," he continues loudly. "Brenda— Belinda. She seemed nice." 

His mouth goes sour. After last week's race, Nico had slunk off with some brunette with Rosberg emblazoned across her baseball cap. It was an hour later and eight of Lewis's fingernails chewed down to stumps before he swaggered out of an RV, his hair a mess and his belt through only half the loops. He'd looked as smug as if he'd actually won, instead of barely making the podium like he did. 

Lewis had won that day, and it still grates on something in his core that Nico managed to beat him to this. He'd always thought—he doesn't know why, but he'd always thought that between the two of them, he'd be the first to fuck a girl.

"How was she?" He rolls his eyes at last, shoving Nico off. 

Nico taps the side of his nose, palpably delighted at finally getting him to bite. "Come now Lewis, where are your manners? A gentleman never tells."

"That's why I'm asking you." 

Nico grins, wolfish. "Wet." 

So much for being a gentleman. Lewis is torn between revulsion and morbid excitement. Had she sucked Nico off? Stuck her hand down his stupid distressed designer jeans and gripped the weight of him, stroking slow and then fast as his breath hitched? Did she dig her nails into the meat of his stomach, his back, his chest? Would he still be able to see the impression of them if he rucked up Nico's shirt to check?

Lewis and his high school on-and-off had never gotten beyond second base, and then he just got too busy and realized he liked racing more than he liked girls. He decides he's done with this conversation. 

Sensing something in his demeanor, Nico leans over and kicks him lightly on the shin. "Don't sulk. We should go for another round."

Lewis huffs. "Dino's gonna put us on a diet for weeks, man.

"Didn't mean like that." 

He lets the words hang in the air for a second before pouncing.

Lewis is ready for him. He grabs Nico's shoulders, digging his knees into the mattress so they don't fall off the bed. Cheating prick.

"Play fair," he pants, tightening his grip. He goes for a headlock, but Nico squirms away, managing an elbow to his chest. Lately, Nico has grown bigger than him, his limbs longer, his shoulders squared—but Lewis is fast. Faster. At the end of the day, isn't that what counts? 

He gets a knee between Nico's legs and presses down—and that does it. Nico makes a high, breathy noise, his features contorting.

It's not. Unprecedented.

After all, he knows what Nico's doing when he rests his hand on Lewis's thigh in the sun-baked backseat of Keke's car; fingers creeping higher the longer the shadows grow. Lewis knows what it means when Nico locks eyes with him as he wraps his lips around an ice-pop. What the implication is when he says want some?

Nico glares at him, challenge apparent. There's a pale flush blooming across his bare chest as he grows hard under Lewis's clothed leg. His golden hair is splayed across the mattress like a halo—or a crown.

Most days, Lewis rolls his eyes at what the papers write about his teammate, their purple-prose descriptions of the Monaco prince. None of these journalistic types get it. Maybe it's because they've only ever glimpsed Nico from far away, in the sun or in the shadow of his father. You have to steal close to see him for real. Close enough to get under his skin. 

Lewis knows it all—Nico's small, mean mouth, the sweaty weight of his body on a hot day. How he drools like a dog in his sleep. There's a doughy, unformed quality to his features, like he hasn't grown into them yet, and his hips are soft, like a girl's. 

Even so, looking down at Nico pinned against their pushed-together twin beds, that characteristic closed-mouth smirk rattled into something more unguarded, Lewis thinks he gets it. Yes. Nico is kind of pretty. 

He rolls his hips down, insistent on making Nico admit something. What, he doesn't even know. 

"Did Brenda do this to you?"

Nico moans, but the sound turns into a laugh halfway, ugly and snorting. It pisses Lewis off to no end, Nico's way of making him feel like he lost even when he's won.

"Don't talk about other girls when I'm right here," Nico says, and reaches up to push two of his fingers past Lewis's lips.

His fingers that are still sticky with fucking ice-cream. Cheating prick.

[mlmvoreconfessionals]

Ooooo! Loved the Cap and Bruce posts you just did <3 Could I ask for some T.hor vore? Hes so rad! As.gard gods are perfect as pred or prey! Could we have, like, pred T.hor with pec and pit vore and a prey T.hor with oral?

I can do something for those, yeah!

T.hor has to do more than just work out in order to fuel his muscles. They're powerful and impressive, of course, but any mortal can get like that if they really wanted to. In order to get size like his, one has to take the mass from somewhere. On A.sgard, that usually involved a fight to the death of some kind, where the winner was allowed to claim the loser. On Earth, however, T.hor finds that it's much easier to simply take what he wants. Even the strongest human is nothing to him, so it's hardly worth fighting if he knows the outcome already. Mortals can be rather easy to woo as well, especially for someone like T.hor, so he often doesn't even need to get aggressive with them. For instance, he found a human gym during a training day and decided to put it to use. The equipment would break if he tried to use it, so he had no interest in it. Instead, he went to the locker room, shedding his shirt and exposing his muscular torso. It got the attention of some of the other men, and with the right encouragement, T.hor had them coming over to him. He's happy to show off a bit for them--they deserve to get a look at what they're adding to, what their lives will be ending for improve--with a bit of flexing. One man even manages to snap a picture of him on his phone. That's when he's brought in with a large hug, face planting into T.hor's thick, fuzzy chest. The other gymgoers watch as the hug becomes tighter, and the man gets his entire head wedged between those massive pecs. T.hor folds his arms behind his head and grins, flexing his chest over and over, each one pulling the man deeper inside. He can tell he's excited the rest of the gymgoers....of his prey, so he coaxes another two forward, letting them plant their faces into his hairy pits. Just like his pecs, their heads sink inside with ease, and he just as he flex his arms to suck them deeper. A locker room of at least eight men slowly loses those numbers, none of them resisting as they feed a god's muscle. T.hor gets two packed away in each arm and four in his pecs, leaving high muscle bulging with their forms tightly packed away inside. He goes to the mirror in the locker room and flexes his godly muscles. In an instant, all eight men are crushed into nothing. Mortals are simply that weak compared to T.hor--it takes almost nothing for him to end their lives, but they give so much in return, as the god watches his chest and arms bulk out with new mass and power. He lets out a content sight, spares a thank you for those mortals, and heads out without his shirt--it won't fit anyway, and if he can lure in some extra meals, that's all the better.

T.hor must have gone crazy. That's what it is, surely. After all, when the mortal at the bar asked to eat him, he thought it was a joke. But the way the man drooled and the rumble of his stomach told a different story. T.hor still didn't think anything of it and simply said yes. The random mortal wasted no time and started, grabbing his legs and working him into those drooling jaws feet first. T.hor could have resisted at any moment--even a predator mortal would be easy to escape for him. But as those drooling jaws slide up his legs, and he's lifted from his seat with the entire bar watching, he can't help but find himself blushing. This human is ravenous, a hunger like a god's! He's sinking deeper now that he's up in the air, his waist and hands sliding down the hatch, then his stomach disappearing, and then his pecs. Even as his head sinks down, his vision framed by the mortal's jaws, T.hor knows he could escape with ease...but as those jaws shut, he knows he doesn't want to, and a final gulp sends him sliding down. The mortal takes up T.hor's seat, belching deeply and taking the god's beer to drink. Despite the sight, the bar goes back to normal, and T.hor is left curled up in some random mortal's stomach, his own beer pouring down on his head. Did the mortal even know who he'd eaten? Did he care? T.hor can feel the occasional rub, but otherwise, the mortals' attitude is completely nonchalant. Somehow, that only makes T.hor enjoy this more. Surely some mortal couldn't digest his godly figure, right? But as the night winds down, the human's stomach gets louder and works harder. He belches in the bartender's face a few times, which is met with some apologies and a few pats to his gut. Two more beers and the human would stumble out of the bar, find himself in the alley behind it, and pass out from the booze and the food. All the while, T.hor was left stewing in that caustic pit, knowing he wouldn't make it out of there alive. Come morning, the human would wake up and waddle to his car, grumbling of a hangover while his stomach sloshes back and forth, still broiling with godly chyme. He'd belch up a skull in his car, regard it with a disgusted face, and toss it out the window before driving off. It was a pitiful end for T.hor...and yet, somehow, he'd never imagined one more satisfiying.

[plutobutartsy]

headcanons for the solaire clan playing the best (worst) german board game ever: Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht (part 2)

here is part 1 with the shaw pack and also where i explained the rules. but if you don't feel like reading all that, apparently it's pretty much just the german version of Sorry.

onto the headcanons

as mentioned before, Sam really likes this game so he's also the one to introduce the clan to it

when he did, Darlin saw their life flash before their eyes. they're so SICK of this game y'all

they still play for Sam, of course, but if you look closely you can see their eyelid twitch and their smile start to falter

they do their best to pretend that they're enjoying it

Sam pretends not to know but he does

Vincent and Bright Eyes have a bet going on to see how long Darlin can keep it up

so far the clan is at 46 games and Darlin has yet to crack

when Sam first brought it up William was DELIGHTED

he's a big board game fan

name a board game and he has it

so of course he also has multiple versions of Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht

so he's also pretty experienced with board games. you think it's impossible to come up with elaborate strategies to win MÄDN? think again

is so serious about it, it's ridiculous

but he still has a lot of fun and isn't a sore loser

clan game night has actually been a mandatory monthly event since Vincent was turned, Will insists the clan needs "family bonding time"

Vincent absolutely hated it at first, especially during his angsty vamp teen phase

but he gradually came to enjoy it

he insists he's the master of all board games but god does he suck most of the time

when playing MÄDN he has two game modes:

1) he loses to Lovely on purpose because they "deserve the world", this means he purposefully tries to roll low numbers so Lovely can catch up to him and throw out his pieces. gets sulky if anyone else does.

and 2) he gets really competitive after being egged on by Bright but he loses anyway and pouts about it

Lovely is Always competitive. they don't care if it's their boyfriend and he's doing his best to help them win, they will throw his pieces out without mercy

of course they use Vincent being all sulky as an excuse to kiss him and engage in heavy pda. the clan is sick of it.

Bright is THE instigator. they love putting everyone against each other, it's their strategy

B: "what, so you're just gonna let Vinny snipe your piece like that, Fred?"

F: "well it wasn't that far along the board yet anyway, it's not a huge loss."

B: "wow, never knew you where such a push-over, see if that was me.."

F: "STOP. i know what you're doing, it's not gonna work."

B: "yeah, okay, whatever, go lose the game then"

V: "yeah, you couldn't beat me if you tried."

F: "okay you knOW WHAT-"

it works every single time and they find it hilarious

one time they even managed to pit Will against everybody else

they're part of how Darlin stays sane playing this god forsaken game. at least as long as Bright doesn't antagonize them

Fred is just trying to play the game normally, he doesn't understand why it always turns to utter chaos

it's "just a game" until Bright uses their instigator skills, then it's life or death for him

once furiously swore at Will because of it and was immediately mortified and embarrassed. Fred didn't play MÄDN at the next game night

Alexis insists that it's dumb and childish but sits down to play it anyways

she (not so) secretly loves it

just like Lovely, she gets incredibly competitive

she's pretty much the only one besides Will who doesn't fall for Bright's tricks

if she and Darlin were to play alone they would kill each other (affectionately)

on the rare chance Alexis isn't playing to obliterate everyone, she's playing to harrass Vincent

just completely zeroes in on him

watches him like a hawk to make him nervous while he's rolling the die, trying to get a 6 so he can put another piece in the game and when he inevitably doesn't roll one she just laughs at him

snipes all the pieces he intended for Lovely to throw out and jokes about how Lovely could do so much better and "marry somebody who's ACTUALLY good at playing Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht"

sometimes Lovely goes along with the jokes and Vincent has yet to know a greater betrayal

overall the solaire clan doesn't play with as much brutality as the shaw pack but the passive agressiveness is INSANE

@super-trouper-lights i promised i would tag you 🤭

[quietwings-fics]

Last Call

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's Ship: Gen Additional Tags: Horror, Canonical Character Death, Suspense, Canon Compliant, Canon Dialogue, Pre-Canon, POV Phone Guy (Five Nights at Freddy's), Introspection, Possessed Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's) Wordcount: 1392 Summary:

He's going to die here. the last night of the man over the phone

He’s going to die here.

That’s all company loyalty was ever going to get him in the end. Back pain from the cheap office chair. A dozen disrupted friendships from his messed up sleep schedule. His doctor pulling him aside to say he should take it easy, he was putting too much strain on his heart, and with his family history… But he never did put in his two weeks notice or apply for another job. Retirement was out of the question. Same old, same old. At least he understood this place.

He checks his watch, not for the first time this hour.

He misses the dayshift. He got a pat on the shoulder from one of the founders of this place back in the day for hard work. (Which one? He can’t remember.) Relished it for a week. Put on his security badge and stomped around the place like he had anything more important under his jurisdiction than calling the janitors when a kid puked.

God, he was barely more than a kid himself. He couldn’t have known. No one imagined- It wasn’t- That sort of thing just didn’t happen in places like this.

But he was on duty. 

That’s probably why they come after him. Watching him walk in day after day, safe amid the daytime crowds he was meant to be protecting while those plastic eyes clicked and rotated to follow him, and waiting like… Not predators. Predators had purpose. Predators were hungry. These things- He has heard enough echoed sobbing down the halls. These were children, and they torment with inherited, imaginative cruelty. They make messes that management blames him for, broken furniture, destroyed decorations. They reek, those stink bomb felt corpses. They’re masters of persistence, scraping and banging and wailing at the doors night after night, hour after hour.

It’s a game. Games have rules. Rules can be learned.

He was always pretty good at hide and seek. He wins now by staying in his office, steel locked down between him and the things. He’s seen the dents they make. He put his hand in the middle of a big one, found it swallowed up by metal.

He survived.

He looks at his watch. He’s surviving.

He’s still going to die here, but he’s earned the right to be a sore loser.

There’s one outside his office window. On the right. He doesn’t turn on the lights. He can’t afford to.

Doesn’t need to, anyway, when he can hear it. Hulking, metal monstrosity like that, stained and worn out fur like sagging skin, and it sits outside the door and breathes like it hasn’t realized that it should have stopped a long time ago. It keeps sucking in that one last breath before- Before whatever happened to those kids… happened.

(Like he didn’t read the same articles as everyone else, greedy for whatever gory details he could get. Like he doesn’t know. Still, he wasn’t there when they opened those things up to find what was left. He was a security guard at a pizzeria, not a cop.

He knows what their insides look like, though. One night, that one, the one leaned in so close to the window the the dim office light illuminates the sickly yellow of its face, stood on the stage and slowly pulled itself apart while he watched through the camera. Mechanical innards spilled over grainy footage.

So, he can guess what it would be like to get shoved inside one and never come back out.)

He looks at his watch again.

Fredbear’s, Fazbear’s, whatever the goddamn name is anymore, they’ve got one big company secret: cut the cost on whatever you think is expendable.

It’s not him, actually. He’s not an expendable asset. They’d have fired him if he was.

The power is. He’s just collateral. Useful collateral, until the minute he isn’t. And he knew that. And he saw how those doors sucked up more and more of that dwindling power each night. And he kept coming back.

Where else was he going to go?

They’re moving in. He’s got a second sense for them now. He’s heard gleeful laughter all night. Footsteps up and down the halls. Out the other window, the last time he used the light, he saw one walk past. He was too slow to close the door. It should have gotten in. It just looked inside the office, and then at him, slowly, the click-click-click of parts that needed oiling as it turned its head down. He half expected it to open its mouth and begin to sing its familiar routine. He shut the door.

It’s been there ever since. That one. The one at the window. The one waiting in the dark. The impatient one who bangs on the door.

He’s had no breathing room to open the doors again.

They learned, too. They want to win.

He’s been leaving messages on the phone. Recordings. Pleas.

Silence was never going to protect him. They knew he was in here. He looked at them when he was recording himself sometimes, through the windows, and wondered why he would fumble his words because he heard the fan stutter but not because he was staring at something that wanted to kill him. Familiarity, maybe.

He’s not sure anyone is ever going to hear him. He makes up a person in his head. Down on their luck. Desperate. Would have to be to pick up a job here. And the kind of person that would stay? Insane.

Or stuck. Maybe they looked at their grocery bill the same way he did yesterday and thought, I still need to eat. I made it this far. What’s one more go?

He looks at his watch again. He grimaces. He shuts off his fan. It doesn’t do much but make the breathing outside sound heavier.

He considers it. He waits a minute. Sweat beads on his neck.

He looks at his watch again. He chuckles hopelessly.

He turns the fan back on.

On his final recording, he apologizes, “I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow.” He explains, “it’s been a bad night here for me.” He lies, “maybe it won’t be so bad.”

He asks them, this person who might not exist, to look for him. A pipe dream; He’ll be cleaned up long before they hire someone new.

His eyes move from his watch to the indicator of how much power he’s been allotted for the night. He stutters as it bleeds out. They surround him, eager.

He’d forgotten what it was like to be scared of these things. Those doors seemed so strong. Only dented, never broken. He’s been doing this for so long that the monsters on the other side were almost comforting in their one, repetitive desire.

Company loyalty: it only goes one way. He takes a shaky breath.

He hopes that someone hears this. He’s got to be selfish now because he’s not going to have much more time to be. He hopes some idiot stays here and listens to every message he left. He should tell them the important stuff now, he’s got people he loves, things he wished he could have done, apologies he never gave, and he opens he mouth to say, “You know-“

It’s gone. All of it is gone. No light. No doors.

He stays so still; he doesn’t even breathe.

He can hear the one at the window. Slow. Ragged. Final.

The one at the door, standing behind him. Clicking. Creaking floor under its weight.

Impatient scraping on the walls outside. Humming played on an old voicebox.

And then that song is drowned out by another. The closing number of every show. He knows it. He used to hear it every hour on the dot during his daytime shifts before the band shut down and the curtains closed for maintenance to move in and pull out parts to make sure they were working right. It trills from his right side.

He doesn’t know if the phone is still recording. He should- He should-

This isn’t supposed to happen. He’s been here so long. He’s survived so long. He-

“Oh. No.” It’s a whisper. He can feel them close in around him. They groan like they’re in pain. He chokes on the stench.

He drops the phone.

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[formulinos]

as Fernando Alonso and my tiger parents all said, "if you're not first then you're not winning" and boy, we have a lot of losers to pick out from this historic silly season. although it's fair to say that this was a W for entertainment, no one in the paddock has left the piasco unscathed, but some had it worse than the other. who, ultimately took the L in this situation? let's take a look at the contestants:

- daniel ricciardo: lost his seat at mclaren after repeatedly stating he was committed to them and humiliatingly making a state of the union at the mtc; reputation as a driver is hanging by a thread due to incompatibilities with the papaya chassis; could be either out of a seat or having to drive for alpine/haas which is lowkey the same thing; still the people's princess somehow and bagged a lotta money in the process tho.

- oscar piastri: invented a copypasta that will remain a staple of the community for years; not only burned all bridges with alpine but also with tons of other ppl in f1 who are now suspicious of him; got called out with peace and love by jenson button on sky sports; still has mark webber as a manager; did manage to get the seat at mclaren (historically an ok to good move for rookies) and is the new Australian Supreme apparently.

- fernando alonso: honestly he wasn't even the architect of the behind the scenes drama but he took advantage of the whole situation in front of him to commit the most hilarious acts of shithousery. only reason he is in here is because he will drive for aston martin next year.

- sebastian vettel: also not directly related to this but his retirement created the environment for the whole chain of shithousery that enabled fernando to have the best time ever. a possible L if AM does well next year but even if they do i think he checked out anyway.

- otmar szafnauer: moved from aston martin to alpine in hopes to have a more serious team, faced with the french admin instead; last one to know about everything that happens there; got ego murdered by fernando multiple times throughout the ordeal; has to be the spokesperson and call piastri out for his lack of integrality while everyone is laughing at him bc the rookie got em. - andreas seidl: has to be mclaren's spokesperson while zak brown is in hiding trying to lure more drivers to the mclaren roster; just wants to be an engineer in peace but is doomed to work for mclaren. - zak brown: american; collecting drivers like infinity stones; while you were reading this he created a mclaren team for the north macedonia f5 championship; will be the person everyone will point at if the piastri/norris link up flops; enemy no1 of the daniel ricciardo nation of fans.

- mclaren's 100 drivers except pato: all believed they could have daniel's seat; highlight for alex palou that lied for this, died for this, sucked and fucked some guy for this. - mick schumacher: somehow in all of the scenarios that doctor strange saw he is out of a seat. literally isn't involved with any of this and out of a seat if haas won't renew him; potentially out of the FDA which is the greatest Ls of them all in my humble yet correct opinion.

- esteban ocon: ignored by the alpine admin when it comes to his preference of nando replacement; potentially forced to drive with his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); still in a stable contract though and in ok form so maybe not that bad; also managed to survive through a partnership with fernando alonso after all. - pierre gasly: potentially forced to drive his rival (who is also his fathers' archnemesis' son); might get to leave the red bull mass incarceration complex and catapult himself into french motorsports history for good which is as much as he might get in his career tbh.

- alpine: french; as a whole institution is in shambles; remains intact as an icon of the midfield anyway. - netflicks: might be out of their no1 source of content if daniel doesn't manage to get a seat for 2023; will def see little to no content from piastri's side; zak brown will hand them the script for mclaren's POV episode and it will be very Corporate Cool; might get to do a French Alpine episode in 2023 though which might work for them;  - danielrinas: had to endure a year and a half of this shenanigans; didn't get to enjoy the summer break; are living from daniel's monza win; falling to their knees at walmart.

who do you think took the L? vote here

[astaroth1357]

Hello I really love your writing. I’m glad that you decided to open requests for a bit. I have a personal headcanon that the boys are a lot nicer to MC then they are to everyone else. Could you do a headcanon of the boys being out with MC and they are talking with MC happily. Then a lesser demon sees them with MC and says that the seven brothers have gone weak and they aren’t scared of them anymore. Thank you again!!! 😖 (Also the way you write Levi is great)

Aww thank you!! Levi's kind of my favorite character (if that hasn't become painfully obvious) so I try to write him well, you know? This one was a little hard for me to write because I just have a hard time imagining Asmo and Beel as something intimidating to the masses, but I tried my best! I hope you like it!

Lesser Demons Think the Brothers have "Gone Soft…"

Lucifer

If anybody had something to lose by acting sweet on a lowly human, it was Lucifer. His entire image was built on the back of power and intimidation, so really who didn't see this coming?

He knew there were whispers… Mostly in the RAD hallways. Students would see him with the MC and gossip amongst themselves… 

"Did you see them together again in the courtyard?"

"How did some random human even score a pact with him??"

"And I used to seriously look up to him, too…"

He'd always silence their chitchat with a well placed glare, but this was a symptom of something more… troubling. A decay of his social image if you will.

Perhaps it speaks to how well and truly enamored he was with the MC that this proud creature didn't just dump them the second he started looking bad, but still… a part of him really couldn't stand for this...

So maybe it was a blessing in disguise when he finally got an excuse to establish his superiority yet again!

He and the MC were walking the halls of RAD after school hours and they had just made an amusing joke at the expense of of his brothers. Unfortunately, Lucifer collided into a lesser demon student while he was laughing…

On most occasions, he would have expected someone of such station to pay him deference then offer an apology - they had just ran into Lucifer after all - but the student just scoffed at him!

Lesser Demon: "Oi! Watch where you're going, Lucifer! Or were you too busy sucking up to that human to notice?"

This… was maybe not the best response to have (if the "Oh shit" look on the MC's face was any indication) but for as annoyed as Lucifer was, he was also somewhat delighted.

Finally, he had the perfect messenger for just how cruel he could still be!

Lucifer: "MC, feel free to go home without me for now and tell my brothers to save my dinner for later…" *starts pulling out his favorite rope with a cold, but pleased, smile on his face* "I have a feeling I'll be home late tonight..."

The MC left him and his unfortunate victim to their fate and Lucifer later came home in the night with his uniform in a bad need of cleaning...

A new body decorated the RAD entrance hall the next morning - swinging from the ceiling and making an awful mess on the floor - but still alive enough give a very important message to the rest of the students:

"Lucifer hasn't changed a bit…"

Mammon

So, not even lesser demons see Mammon as some kind of high-ranking badass… 

Just to be clear, he is, but it’s hard for him to come off that way when he's begging for his next Grimm... Then enter MC into the picture and he somehow lost even MORE cred.

"There goes poor Mammon… Did you hear he got tricked into a pact?"

"Just look at him nipping at the human's heels! How pathetic is that??"

"Well that's Mammon for you… What a shit excuse for a demon."

Like Lucifer, Mammon wasn’t immune to the whispers, but unlike his brother he was able to push them mostly out of his mind. People look down on him? Yeah, what else is new?

To be honest, he didn’t really feel the need to prove anything to a bunch of lesser demon losers… But insulting his MC takes things a step too far.

He and the MC were out at the Devil's Coast, "enjoying" some of the haunted house attractions and generally having a good time…ish. 

Any time they managed to make it out of one, the MC would have to peel Mammon off their back and hold him to assure him they were back to safety (a process he seemed to like enough to repeat the horror that precedes it).

It was during one of these calm down sessions that the two were accosted by a couple of snickering lesser demons, clearly looking for a fight…

Lesser Demon 1: "Hey look! There's the 'Great' Mammon and his little master!"

Lesser Demon 2: "Guess the master fits the demon… Of course someone like Mammon couldn't even score a pact with Solomon and gets stuck with the weakling!"

Lesser Demon 1: "Well how's the babysitting going, Mams? I bet you can't wait for them to kill over, can ya?"

Lesser Demon 2: "Careful! With his luck, they'll probably get eaten by the end of next week! Haha!!"

Now… an important thing to know about Mammon is that you can fling all the mud and stones you'd like at him… but never at his MC. That's just asking for a bruising...

Mammon: *smiling like usual, but his eyes are practically burning with rage...* "Yo, MC… I'm gettin' a little hungry. Can ya go find us a snack over there? I'll meet ya in a bit…"

MC: "Mammon, are you-?"

Mammon: "Don’t worry 'bout me, babe." *takes his glasses off and flashes a fanged grin* "This is'a piece of cake."

And indeed, it wasn't difficult at all. No matter how fast those demons ran, they could never out speed Mammon and he was looking to give more than a warning…

The MC didn't know what he did while they were waiting in line, but they heard the sounds of pleading go silent before Mammon turned back up with a nice bruise on his cheek. Oh, how they fretted and dotted on him…

Meanwhile, the haunted houses just earned themselves a couple new mannequins!… when rigor sets in anyway.

Leviathan 

Levi has a… mixed reputation in the Devildom to start with. People who only know him for his titles usually expect him to be some kind of sea-hardened badass. Those who meet him are… well let's say less than impressed.

This isn't anything new to Levi. It does take a blow to his confidence sometimes but even still most people aren't dumb enough to say something to his face… most people.

Unfortunately, "most people" have been getting bolder after seeing him with MC - because Demon Lord forbid Leviathan actually look happy for a change…

He and the MC were out and about for once. There was a raffle for exclusive merch at Anidaemon and he brought them along to boost his chances. They were grinning and chatting about anime but well…

The human couldn’t hear this, but he could - sensitive demon ears and all that. There were a couple guys who were tailing him… heckling him just loud enough that he was CERTAIN they knew he could hear them...

Lesser Demon 1: "Is that seriously Leviathan hanging out with a human? Isn’t he an Admiral??"

Lesser Demon 2: "Ha! The whole family's turned into simps, are you that surprised?"

Lesser Demon 1: "Wonder what the human's giving them that's got them all brainwashed…"

Lesser Demon 2: "Well... I've got an idea." 😏

If there were ever a reason for bile to fill his throat, it was now. He might be a shut-in, but those guys were the real creeps…

To be honest, Levi isn't one for public confrontation. Even with how gross and disrespectful those demons were being, he would have let it slide if they had just left it at that… but no…

He and the MC were browsing the ani-music racks in the store when those idiots popped up again. They hovered a while until they MC suddenly left his side to go find a store clerk.

When he saw the other demons move their direction, he naturally put himself between them and the would-be harassers. It was a little telling that despite his ticked off expression, the demons just laughed in his face!

Lesser Demon 2: "Hey look, the puppy's come out to protect its owner! How cute!"

Lesser Demon 1: "I can't believe you're that predictable, Levi… Do you really think we'd be scared of you?"

Well. That settled it.

When the MC came back, they found that Levi had moved from the music racks to the merch tables near the bathrooms. They didn't think anything of it… but...

One body was paralyzed by his venom and stuffed head first in a toilet while the other getting strangled by his tail just underneath the tablecloth… Meanwhile, Levi was cheerfully rambling about the raffle like nothing was happening at all.

Maybe they should have been a little more scared of the shut-in...

Satan

This may actually be a case where the rumors have a point… The MC has made Satan "soft."

Well, if "soft" means actually in control of himself, anyway. 

Satan would probably call their effect on him both a blessing and a curse. Though he loved finally having a handle on his inner rage, it flew in the face of a lot of his public image… and people were starting to notice….

"Do you think there's something off about Satan…?"

"I saw the human step on his toes earlier and he didn't even flinch…! The old Satan would have torn them apart!!"

"He's gotten way too nice all of sudden… Wrath shouldn't be nice."

Was it a little frustrating? Certainly. Especially for someone as image conscious as him. But for as calm as he was now, Satan wasn’t any less cruel and he'd be more than happy to remind others of that fact….

His chance came when he and the MC were together having just left the local art gallery. The two were exchanging a healthy dialogue about a curious sculpture they saw on display when a latte suddenly went soaring through the air and ended up all over Satan's sweater… The culprit was plain to see, being the only other demon on the road that night.

Whether the act was intentional or not, the correct course of action would have been to apologize immediately and beg for mercy forgiveness… but all the demon did was laugh in his face…

Maybe he thought that since Satan had mellowed out and his human was right beside him that he'd be lenient… Oh no. Not gonna happen.

Satan's fist slammed into the guy's mouth with the force of a jetliner and knocked him over two benches before his back bent over a lamppost… To say it was a KO move would be an understatement.

He probably could have done a whole lot worse to the guy while he was down, but you know… the MC being there and "self-control" and what not…

The demon survived (barely) and only had to spend a few months in the hospital, if anything he got off light.

Not a soul would gloss over Satan's temper again and really he preferred it that way.

Asmodeus 

Well, to be fair not a lot of people thought that Asmo was tough to start with… but that's also his intention.

"Scary" is the opposite of "cute" and he prefers to be "cute" at all times! 😊

Buuut that doesn’t mean this scorpion is without a stinger. He CAN be quite brutal when he wants to be, you just have to push him that far and trashing his looks is a good way to start.

Asmo was out with the MC getting his hair done for the week at his favorite salon. They weren't the only people there that day, obviously. There were other customers - one being a lesser demon classmate of theirs - though neither he nor the MC thought much of him at the time...

Well… It was supposed to be a prank. Probably something the guy intended to use for social media clout. While the staff was too busy to notice, he snuck by and replaced Asmo's preferred conditioner with pink hair dye…

Asmo. Was. Furious. And honestly, the dude could have gotten away with it if he hadn't been laughing and recording the whole thing!

When Asmo's ire naturally fell onto him, he hardly looked fazed!

Lesser Demon: "Ah, please! You won't do shit to me with the human still around! You don't want to look any uglier to them do ya?"

Asmo: *freezes, but still furiously eyeing every sharp instrument within arm’s reach* "MC? Darling?"

MC: "Got it..."

Perhaps the prankster should have kept his mouth shut, because suddenly the MC needed to take a looong bathroom break…

They didn't come back out until they heard the sounds of screeching and broken glass finally die down and then they stepped back into a warzone… Broken mirrors and items seemingly flung everywhere in a fit of rage! The guy (and his phone) now nowhere to be seen…

The salon comped Asmo for the botched hair job and touch up… and then billed Lucifer for the property damage (which he got an earful about later). On the bright side though, Asmo actually looks pretty great with pink hair! Silver-linings. 🙂

Beelzebub 

… The concept of Beel "going soft" is almost an oxymoron. He IS soft, but his personality was never what made him intimidating to start with.

Behind all his kindness, Beel packs more firepower than at least 4 for his siblings combined and most people remember that fact. Hell, the guy looks like he could lift a semi and he probably would if he ever tried. 

However, that doesn’t save him from being underestimated completely... Especially when an upstart or two thinks he's too nice to actually start a fight...

He and the MC were coming back from the grocery store with the usual armfuls of sacks when the MC accidentally walked into a lesser demon on the street. Since their arms were full, several items spilled out from the bags and onto the ground…

The MC was quick to apologize to the demon and try to get down to clean the mess, but the asshole just kept walking… and Beel really didn't like that.

Beel: "Hey! Aren't you going to say, 'Sorry?'"

The lesser demon hardly looked over his shoulder to respond.

Lesser Demon: "Why should I? That's your human. Take care of them yourself."

Well it didn't take long for some of Beel's bags to hit the floor so he could lift the demon up by the back of the neck properly. When he turned the guy to face him, he made sure to bring his face reeaal close so he could hear him growl...

Beel: "Apologize. Or I'll eat you."

And like that, the asshole's mood went from "Do it yourself," to "Yessir Mr. Beelzebub, sir!" right quick!

The MC didn't have to carry a single bag another step and Beel got to keep his free hand so he could link it with theirs!... all while Beel kept mushing their new pack-mule forward like a sled dog back to the House. Thanks, Beel! 😊

Belphegor 

Kind of similar to Asmo, Belphie prefers to come off as unassuming on most days. But don't let his, "I'm a harmless sleepy boy" shtick fool you. He will cut a bitch if he's so motivated...

Thankfully for the world, he's generally not motivated. But that can be changed under the right circumstances...

Belphie and the MC were on yet another date to the botanical gardens. It's a peaceful place, though the MC can never go alone because of the frankly concerning amount of flesh-eating plants… Pretty, but also deadly, you know?

The two of them were walking to another rest spot when Belphie heard whispering from a demon behind them, seemingly on his phone…

Lesser Demon: “Yeah, I can see them right now…”

Lesser Demon: “I know right? It's so lame that these guys are in charge of us… They can't even say no to a dumb human!”

Lesser Demon: “What do you mean keep my voice down? Dude, it's fine! This is Belphegor we're talking about, the hell is he going to do if he hears me?”

… Huh.

The answer to the man's question was a simple one. Flash into his demon form for just a moment and whip out his tail... It only took a quick swipe to make him trip and fall right into the foliage. The man-eating… carnivorous… hungry… foliage….

Belphie was back to normal by the time the jerk let out his first scream and the MC almost stopped to see what had happened.

MC: "What the-oh my God!! Should we help-??”

Belphie: *puts his hands on their shoulders to keep them moving, not even glancing back* “Someone else will take care of it. Let's see the roses.”

Even when the desperate cries for help became distant, it took all Belphie had to stifle a smile…

Sometimes, you've got to love irony. 🤷‍♀️😏

[cryptidmullet]

sk8 headcanons (except they’re mostly renga)

- langa never really cared about music but when asked what his favorite type is he says classic rock or smth bc that’s the type of stuff his dad would play growing up

- reki listens to a lot of electric, upbeat kinda music mostly but when he’s working a board he likes to listen to slower songs so his playlist has a ton of american love songs in it

- langa introduces him to a ton of british new wave/rock and they make a combined playlist and title it “infinity” bc they’re sappy losers

- miya comes over to reki’s at least once a week to play mario kart and gets upset that reki wins every time (older sibling experience) so he makes langa play against him bc langa sucks 

- miya mains baby bowser or shy guy, reki mains yoshi, donkey kong, or princess peach, and langa strictly uses waluigi 

- langa shows reki old snowboarding channels he used to watch and reki gets super into it and starts doing a ton of research on snowboards, gear, etc. so that he and langa can talk about it sometimes

- reki is firmly anti-sock when he sleeps and langa is the opposite so the first time he sleeps over reki is like wtf but langa looks so confused and cute that reki doesn’t have the heart to make fun of him

- langa’s love language is quality time BUT after getting used to all the physical affection from reki he gets way more touchy as well 

- he grabs reki’s wrist a lot when he wants his attention and presses their knees together when they sit next to each other at joe’s restaurant and he definitely starts resting his head on reki’s shoulder during lunch with the excuse that he’s tired

- one day after closing joe is cleaning up in the kitchen and he turns and nearly jumps out of his skin bc miya is standing outside the door in the dark and pouring rain with his hood up just staring at him

- he lets him in and miya forces him to make him a grilled cheese bc langa had told him about it and he wanted to try it

- cherry arrives in the middle of that exchange and joe ends up making him one too and cherry says he hates it but the next night tells him to make another one for him

- reki can’t pay attention in class unless he’s doodling and one day on the way to school he sees this person walking their dog and that day his entire notebook is just drawings of little dogs doing various activities

- reki also draws flyers for the flower shop hiromi works at and he and langa put them around town

- langa loves to play with the curl in reki’s hair by his ear 

- the first couple times langa sleeps over they bring out the futon but never use it because they end up just falling asleep on reki’s bed while watching videos and talking so eventually they just stop taking it out

- as they get closer and especially after they make up from their fight langa gets a lot more talkative so reki’ll ride up to him in the morning and langa will start going off on some tangent about a new trick he wants to try or a cat he saw that reminded him of reki or a new food/drink he wants to try soon

- koyomi has a little crush on langa for the first month after she meets him and thats why she agrees to reki teaching her how to skateboard bc she wants to impress him (and also bc she thinks reki looks cool when he skates but she won’t admit that)

- reki knows how to braid bc he does it for the twins sometimes so one day when he and langa are just relaxing and reki is running his fingers through his hair he starts making a ton of tiny braids and langa doesn’t even notice until he gets home and his mom asks him about it

- at a certain point before they get together both reki and langa are sure that their feelings are reciprocated they’re both just not confident enough to make the first move

- but then one day at the skate park they’re laying on top of the half pipe with their legs dangling off the sides while they look at the stars 

- it’s a comfortable silence like it always is between them and they’re laying real close and neither of them really think about it when both their hands come to intertwine between them

- langa kisses him on the cheek before they part ways that night and when reki goes inside and shuts the door he just slides down it and puts his face in his hands like a lovestruck teenager (which he is but anyway)

- langa has a little section in one of reki’s drawers of his clothes for school and S because of how much he sleeps over but he still “borrows” reki’s hoodies and sweatpants when he goes to sleep

- they hold hands a LOT and langa hugs reki from behind all the time and miya makes fun of them for it

- miya “why are all my friends so fucking gay besides shadow” chinen but then he sees shadow giving manager oka flowers and just sighs heavily

[yaomomvs]

— BEING INARIZAKI’S TEAM MANAGER AND A SECRET VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

inarizaki x f!manager

this is part of a hcs series, let me now what team you want next <3

okay so actually you ended being the manager because the girls volleyball team had already closed the application time

so you you were really looking forward to it and omg you were so sad about it

after being rejected, you were just peacefully going through the gym and you heard laughter from a bunch of guys

you recognized kosaku since he was in your class and waved at him.

and so, they were talking about getting a manager since this team is pretty much a lot to handle

and so since kosaku knew you were hard working and that the first idea that popped out oh his head was that if you wanted to try out.

kita respectfully introduced himself and asked if you were willingly try out 🥺🥺🥺 like what a man 🥺🥺

and mostly because the twins having fangirls always made this process kind of difficult, so instead kita and aran wanted to make sure it was someone who at least was trusted by one of them

and not to brag but bestie you are gorgeous

so it was a win win

atsumu refused to this because as the jerk he usually is, he said that he didn’t need any help

that son of a bitch

he was being soooo petty mainly after you said “oh don’t worry kita, idiots are not my type”

osamu fell in love with you ❗️

and aran

and suna

and well the team.

and so, looking at the other court where the girl vbc was training you said that it was something.

every! single! practice! is! chaotic!

but somehow you managed them so well

atsumu is still trying to prove that he doesn’t but oh boy he is the first one to requiere your help

you better believe this guys are your simps and are constantly competing over someone who a year ago could never imagine they had

your attention? the best way to prove each other they were superior

in away games, god bless the idiot that wants to even dares to try to do a move on you

they are lowkey intimidating

not but seriously

specially and surprisingly kita and aran

son como esos niños mamones fresas que de cierto modo les tienes miedo

besides

this team? over the moon for you

and tbh, they were so grateful for you, you did a lot for them that they started to feel some kind of embarrassing how before they wouldn’t know how to do basic stuff like cooking for camps, labeling they jerseys correctly, searching for new equipment like they love you

anyways that however was kinda sus to them

it all started when somehow you learned so quickly, and the technical stuff was not hard to understand as to others

surprisingly the first one to notice was suna

you could have said something but tbh

you still look forward to play volleyball like more seriously even as a hobby

BUT

BUT

you’d rather be dead than telling your team that’s what you wanted because

a) they could think you only joined to learn volleyball and not help them

b) you had your pride, you want to be recognized by your own merits rather than “of course, they are inarizaki’s manager if they weren’t they could have never been this good”

so you still played volleyball but hid from them

there was a gym nearby where constant tournaments were held

you were a ghost because knowing damn well your boys could go there at any moment you decided to take some precautions

like nickname and position was everything they knew about you

your teammates loved you, so they respected your private life, and it was kind of cool

but what you were not expecting is that for some reason, omimi had followed you one day bc you forgot something after practice.

being a friday it meant for some weird reason you always rushed out

“sus” suna says everytime

so he catches you going out to the gym and maybe, he thought, you were just going to workout or see someone

BUT THIS GUYS EYEBALLS ALMOST FALL WHEN HE SEES TOY RUSH AND TAKE OFF YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM SHIRT AND TIE TO FUCKING REVEAL A JERSEY WUTH A #3 on it

bye you broke him

and so he tries to process it normally

key word: tries

and here we are him being interrogated by the team incredulous to his words.

ay first they interrogated him being overprotective by the fact that he was spending more time with you but when he tells them what he saw god dammit

they loose it when they find out.

and so, tsumu says something that everyone agrees with him for the first time

“let’s go and spy”

“i swear to god if y/n finds out...”

“shut up aran, unless you want to make it obvious and reveal our identity dumbass!”

“tsumu, the disguises are awful”

“come on kita not you too!”

“what if”

“akagi shut up all of you agreed with the idea”

“osamu you suck”

and so there they go. trying to find you in the sea of people at the entrance, not having a clear view yet, they only search for the navy blue and white uniform that omimi described to them when he saw you.

and then almost as if it was the gods plan, they started hearing whispers of people around mentioning the arrival of one of the most popular teams out there.

“come on what the big deal-” suna started saying, however your figure appeared and he instantly turned into a babbling mess.

as well as the rest of inarizaki vbc.

osamu had to double check to assure himself that it indeed was you, beautiful as ever, walking alongside your hot and apparently talented team.

minutes later, they were standing in the bleachers as quiet as they could. they spotted you.

“A SETTER” atsumu jumped of his seat and had to be scolded by aran who was also surprised by the position you were going to be playing.

“wasn’t expecting that” ginjima talks saying what everyone was currently thinking.

behind them was a couple of guys, who apparently did not know how lower their comments.

“the setter is kinda cute” “wow look at that” oml please even aran who was the voice of reason had the urge to punch them in the face.

still they decided to just focus on your game who has now been started. and even tho they wanted to not do it, they couldn’t help analyzing you and your moves in the court. it was natural, well because they were players and very good ones it’s inevitable for them to compare and to study the way you played more than anything.

they were not expecting you to be this good. almost everything in your technique was polished, your tema work was remarkable and god bless your ability to read the blockers.

but there was a moment when they just saw the panoramic view of your skills. atsumu could see your tired expression, the sweat on your body, he just knew you were feeling now the adrenaline of the last moments of the set.

still you yelled a “we will take it” and then, with the others team hope hanging on a thread, the ball came to your libero, which perfectly passed the ball to you.

there was greed in your eyes, so scary that kita for a moment feared for the other team.

and it was when you did the setter dump that your whole team stood up in pure shock.

who were you and why were you hiding?

sadly the boys screamed way too loud which lead to you, after you made the last point and give the history to your tema, lifted up your gaze and saw a bunch of idiots wearing hats and everything in between.

suna and tsumu ran the fastest in the team directly to the gate, and the with a bunch of losers behind them,

because after everything you were there arms crossed and a murderous look in your eyes.

“IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE Y/N” “osamu shut up!”

they, once you made sure to pinch each and everyone’s ears, starred bombarding questions on how did you managed to learned that and why you did ikr tell them

“come on guys, in school i’m already looked down at just because it’s you! so could you imagine me being a inarizaki student trying to move without your name?”

kita forced them to shut up and aran felt a a kind of guilt

as week as everyone else

“don’t worry y/n, we know now what it’s like to not being your own author.”

and so, they just told you how proud they were.

“maybe we are jerks but y/n we are your jerks, and over there or respect to you has just grown up”

suna the says “you’ve been there all of the time for a while now, i guess it out time to return the favor”

and so ever since then they alwaaaaays try to be at your games

like pls once the referee said one of your serves was out and from the bleachers he screaaaaaaamed, he claims that it was definitely in

kita always gives you some food after a game or practice

talking about practice

even if you are there for being a manager they always try to, at least half an hour before ending practice, they have a quick game with you playing alongside them or just including you in their repeats etc

and goooood bless once again anyone who tried to look down at you.

because after being constantly on you games ofc people started recognizing them as the inarizaki power house

if they heard someone relying your talent on them pls make sure they five them the coldest look ever

like ‘nah bro i dare you to say that one more time’

*knive eyes*

and

even some girls attend your games trying to flirt with them

you know what they do?

they brush them off and say “sorry, my type is y/n” suna says and the are 😳

pretty much everyone does this

come on even aran

inarizaki best boys 🥺🥺🥺

[arrowflier]

Can you write Mickey be the whipped married guy in his friend group who always leaves early because he misses his husband 😂🥰

“Read ‘em and weep, boys,” Mickey said, smirking as he laid his cards on the table with a flourish.

The other three men groaned, tossing their own cards to the middle without even bothering to show them.

“That’s the third one in a row, Milkovich,” one of them complained. “You tryin’ to hussle us?”

“Ey! Shut up, Danny,” another hissed, whacking his arm with the back of one hand. “Kid’ll probably gut ya for sayin’ that shit.”

“Nah,” Danny said. “He wouldn’t dare, he’d get sent back to the can without his hubby.”

All three men broke out into raucous laughter, Danny making kissy noises until Mickey grabbed up a handful of cards from the table and smacked them right into his pursed lips.

“Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” Mickey said. “Just remember that Joe knows what he’s talkin’ about—learned a lot of ways to kill a guy in prison.”

“Not much else to do there,” Joe agreed with a nod as the other two men started to wind down.

“Unless you got a man!” the third man, Timmy, chimed in, and they were off again.

“Sure, sure,” Mickey said, letting them laugh. “But there’s only so much an ass can take, fellas, and once that’s done…”

He mimed slitting his own throat.

“Ugh, Mickey,” Danny groaned. “We don’t need to know that shit, man.”

“You’re the maintenance guy, Dan,” Timmy said. “Don’t tell me you never walked in on the two of ‘em?”

“Fuck no!” Danny exclaimed. “If their stupid little ambulance is in the lot, I come back later!”

“Lucky,” Joe sighed. “I was up there cleaning the windows once before they got curtains, and—”

“Whoa!” Mickey interrupted, holding out a hand over the table. “Let’s keep that shit to ourselves, fuck you very much.”

Joe grinned.

“Why should I?” he asked. “Not like you cared at the time.”

Mickey rolled his eyes.

“At the time, I had a more important issue to deal with.”

His phone went off in his pocket, the shrill tone cutting through the room loud enough to halt the conversation.

“Speak of the fuckin’ devil,” Mickey muttered, digging it out. “Ian just texted, he’s heading back up. Sorry guys, guess that’s it for today.”

A chorus of groans met his statement, a chair creaking as Danny leaned back too far.

“You always abandon us, man,” he complained. “As soon as he’s done, you nope outa here, even in the middle of a hand.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows.

“We in the middle of a hand now, genius?” he asked. “No? Then if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go meet up with my husband.”

“Fine, fine,” Danny said with a sad wave. “But someday you gotta at least bring him down here to meet us when we play, so you can’t go runnin’ off before you lose.”

Mickey snorted.

“I don’t lose,” he said dryly. “And you’ve already met him.” He looked around the table, meeting every pair of eyes. “All of you fuckers have.”

“Yeah,” Danny said. “I have. And you know what?” He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, let it go. “I don’t fuckin’ get it, man, I really don’t.”

“I’m with Dan,” Timmy said, sitting straight. “Guy’s an over-sized puppy dog, and you’re a badass, Mick. How’s he got you so wrapped around his little finger?”

Mickey waited a beat, then looked to Joe.

“Anything you want to add?” he asked the cleaner, but Joe just shook his head.

“Nah man,” he said with a snort. “I’ve seen exactly how he’s got you wrapped up.”

Mickey flushed.

“You shut the fuck up,” he demanded, pointing at the older man. “Or next time, I’ll open the window and shove you off your platform.”

“The windows don’t open!” Danny called toward Mickey’s back as he turned to walk away.

Mickey threw him a middle finger over his shoulder.

“And I’m not sure you’d get to them anyway if he trusses you up like that every time!” Joe added, and got the other finger added for his efforts.

The door to the basement slammed as Mickey left, and the three men were left alone in the pleasantly chilly employees-only room.

“Think he’ll ever bring him by?” Timmy wondered.

“Nah,” Joe answered him. “Only time he comes down here’s when Big Red is busy.”

They all nodded in agreement as Joe gathered up the cards again.

“Another hand fellas?”

—

Exactly a week later, Joe, Danny, and Timmy were down in the basement again, clustered around their little card table between the lockers that held their personal things.

“Too hot to be mowing, man,” Timmy complained, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “When I took this job, I thought it’d be cushy, but that Melanie bitch is demanding as fuck.”

“Your own fault for pickin’ such a stupid job, mate,” Danny told him with a heavy pat on the back. “It is hot as balls out, though,” he agreed a second later as he took a seat. "That weird lady on the third floor doesn't run the AC, and I was up there all mornin' fixin' her shower."

“Anybody know if Mickey’s joinin’ today?” Joe asked, shuffling the same deck of cards they used every week.

“Nah,” Timmy answered. “He only comes when his man’s at the gym, yeah?” Danny and Joe both nodded. “Well, Big Red was headin’ up to his place when I finished up; he must’ve decided it was too hot too.”

But before Joe could start dealing, the door above them creaked open, and they could hear heavy footfalls on the steps. From the sound of it, more than one person.

Mickey appeared first, a wide smirk on his face, followed immediately by Big Red himself.

“Hey losers,” Mickey greeted, making straight for the table. But instead of sitting, he just pulled out the chair, and motioned for his husband to take it.

“Uh, hi guys,” Ian Gallagher said as he obediently sat down. “I hope you don’t mind me joining.”

The three men just stared, then stared harder as Mickey, instead of finding a seat of his own, chose to plop right down on Gallagher’s lap.

“Figured you guys had bugged me enough,” he told them. “Might as well give you what you asked for.”

“Uh, yeah.” Joe was the first one to recover, offering a cautious smile to the newcomer. “Hey man, good to see ya. You know how to play?”

“Probably,” Ian said with a shrug, one arm wrapping around Mickey’s waist to keep him in place. “What are we playing? Five card draw? Texas hold’em? Seven card stud? High Chicago? Low Chicago? Follow the Queen?”

He looked around the table, and stopped when all he saw were stunned faces.

“Uh…or something else?” he added hesitantly.

“No, no, just…regular poker,” Joe answered, eyes wide. “None of that weird shit.”

“Oh, sorry,” Ian said with a little laugh. “My dad made sure we knew all the games, made it easier to help him cheat. I remember one time he tried to sneak me into a casino just to grab wallets while he played, but I ended up winning big at a high-rollers table until they found out I was only seventeen and chased us out.”

He sighed wistfully.

“Still wish I had managed to cash out first, would have set us up for a year.”

All the men, Mickey excluded, just blinked at him.

“Your puppy tellin’ the truth, Mick?” Timmy finally squeaked, but all he got from Mickey was a shark-like grin.

“Deal him in,” Mickey ordered with a nod to Joe. “And remember, you fuckers asked for this.”

[myreygn]

monopoly sucks

written upon request by this lovely anon

summary: Kuroo rules at Monopoly and everyone hates it. Time to kick him down a notch.

an: i suck at math and i haven’t played monopoly in ages so pls don’t come at me because of the money thanks

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“Uh oh...”

“No.”

“That looks like...”

“Shut up.”

“Kenma~”

“Quit that, I get it!” The setter sighs. “How much?”

“Let's see... 315.000 Yen sounds about right.” Kuroo smirks at him in the single most complacent way anyone could ever manage and Kenma closes his eyes in agony. “Do you have 315.000 Yen, Kenma?”

“No.”

“Sorry, what was that?”

“Kuroo, stop being annoying,” Kai rebukes the captain from the other side of the board, a little sympathetic for poor Kenma, but undoubtedly relieved that it's not him who has to pay.

“Alright, alright. What do you have then, Kenma?”

God, Kuroo is lucky that he is too tired to attempt an assassination. “50.000 Yen.”

“And?”

“And the train stations.” It's physically painful to even say it out loud. “In for a trade?”

“Sure. We can agree on... 30.000 Yen and three train stations.”

“Three?”

“Or two train stations, but that will be 50.000 Yen then.”

Asshole. Kenma sighs again and hands Kuroo the three train stations along with more than half of his asset. He still has a long way to go before he can pass start and half of the property is owned by Kuroo, which is just bullshit, considering that there's six of them playing. Honestly, he's impressed that none of them is broke yet. Well, completely broke.

“Monopoly sucks.”

“No, you suck at Monopoly.” Kuroo smiles and adds the game money to his already unbelievably huge stack of Yen and property cards. “And anyway, why would you say that? We're having a lot of fun, aren't we?

“Yeah, whatever.” Yaku grabs the dice and for someone who only has 5.000 Yen and a lousy brown street in front of them, he seems awfully self confident. Probably because he has no problems being an enemy of the state and doesn't give a damn about how much money Kuroo has when push comes to shove.

The dice knock Lev's little car over, then they stop. Two and four. Hotel. Kuroo's hotel. Of course. Kuroo is the only one who can afford hotels right now.

“Yakkun, I hate to break it to you, but I think you're out.”

Yaku crosses his arms and Kenma prepares himself for a discussion, because yeah, maybe Yaku is pretty chill about board games, but he's also a bad loser and the setter can tell from his teammates' expressions alone that everyone is ready for some drama.

“Says who?”

“Me and the rules.” Kuroo points at the pathetic asset in front of the Libero. “If you can't pay, you're out and you can't pay me with that, that's not nearly half of what this move costs you. Give me your money and street.”

“Or else what?” Yaku smirks and leans back against the wall. “You can't stop me from just keeping everything. Actually –” he sneaks a hand into the bank and takes out some of the game money – “you can't stop me from abolishing this whole construct. See this? What are you gonna do, put me in jail?”

“You're a sore loser.”

“And you're king of capitalism, can we play something else now?”

“Not until you say it.” Kuroo smirks and folds his arms behind his head, leaning back. “Say 'I'm a sore loser'.”

“Kuroo Tetsurou is a sore loser.”

“Yakkun, you're no fun!”

“I am no fun?!” Yaku jumps up and onto Kuroo before anyone can react and squeezes his sides, making him shriek and fall back on the floor. “If I'm no fun, why are you laughing, huh? Why are you laughing, idiot?”

Kenma can't help but smirk at the scenario – not like Kuroo and his self-complacent ass don't deserve it. And laughter is a good look on him, especially when it's this kind of laughter. He always found his best friend's ticklishness something quiet fun to mess with. And Yaku for sure feels the same way, judging by his wide grin and his fingers relentlessly massaging Kuroo's ribs.

“Noho, Yahaku! Stahap,” Kuroo cackles and clamps his arms to his sides desperately. “I-”

“You what? You're enjoying yourself? That's great!” Yaku grins when his friend squeaks. “I'm enjoying myself too! See, now we're having fun! Hey, hey, don't move around like that, you're gonna make me fall! Yamamoto, help me out here.”

“Noooo,” Kuroo whines, “don't, dohon't hehelp him!”

Yamamoto doesn't hesitate for a second though – not surprising, Kenma thinks, considering that he has even less money left than Yaku and half of his own streets were taken over by the “king of capitalism” as well. He grabs Kuroo's kicking legs and makes himself comfortable on his ankles. “No can do Captain, I'm sorry.”

A squeeze to the hips, Kuroo snorts. “Ah- noho! Kehehenmaha! Don't lahaugh ahat me! Hehelp!”

“If you insist.” He actually hasn't meant to get involved, but honestly, why not? Kenma crawls over to where his friends are seated and carefully drags one finger over Kuroo's socked foot, glad that his legs are trapped – judging by the shriek, he would've probably gotten kicked in the face otherwise.

“AhahAH, Kehenmaha!”

“Lev, come and train your dexterity.”

The first year, happy to be included, scrambles over to his Senpai and copies Kenma's movements for a bit before resorting to scribbling all five fingers under Kuroo's toes, causing a literal scream from the Captain.

“StahAHAP! PLEHEHEASE!”

“Stop? Kuroo, my friend, we're just getting started.” It doesn't take more than one quick glance from Yaku for Kai to roll his eyes and make his way around the long forgotten board game and over to them. Kenma chuckles lightly to himself – Kai always seems so sweet and kind, but he's really mean, even meaner than Yaku.

When it comes to tickling Kuroo, that is. After all it's him who was the first one to do it and he always likes to go for, well, the worst spot.

“KYAHAHA! KAHAHAI!”

“Kuroo,” Kai replies in a mocking tone, wiggling his fingers in Kuroo's armpits, making him clamp his arms to his sides and – finally – letting out his hyena laugh. “You good there?”

“AHAHAHAM NAHAHAT!”

“Oh, come on, don't be a buzzkill.” Yaku smirks at Kai and they double their efforts as if choreographed. If Kuroo wasn't dying before, he's now. “Everyone is having so much fun. What do you say guys, six minutes? One for every damn hotel on this board?”

The desperation in Kuroo's eyes grows and when he looks at Kenma, the setter can't help but smile.

'Come on, you can take it. We both know that.'

[oh-boy-me]

Can I please see MC beating the brothers at something they would normally excel at? Thank you, and have a great day or night! 💚

Hello look I’m finally getting back to old requests!  Surprise, 💚 anon!

Also, I chose specific things for MC to beat them at, because it made it easier to formulate thoughts.

--

Lucifer: Chess

Hmm.  This is.  He doesn’t like this.

He’s the demon of pride.  He’s supposed to be--no, he is--the best at everything.  Diavolo and Barbatos are the only ones allowed to hold a candle to him.

“Congratulations, MC,” he says out loud.  “It was a fluke.  I let them win.  There’s no way they actually beat me,” he says to himself.  He tries to hide his bad mood, but it’s pretty noticeable that he’s seething in his seat.

He needs to reclaim his throne, and they better not even think about letting him win or they’ll just make things worse.  Is this a healthy way to handle defeat?  Absolutely not.  But a hit to his pride is a hit to his pride, and he doesn’t take those as well as he’d like you to think.

The only way for MC to remedy this quickly is to point out that he taught them these skills.

Honestly the fact that it was chess specifically doesn’t really matter.  Lucifer is only fine with being second best at something if it’s luck-based (like Candy Land), or if he REALLY doesn’t care about it (like Candy Land).

Just kidding.  He will destroy them at Candy Land if it’s the last thing he does.

Mammon: Card Games

I tried to keep things related to their sins out of this, because being beaten at your sin would probably make you question your identity.  But with Mammon most of his hobbies seem to tie into his sin in some way, so I think this is our best option.

Anyway, Mammon isn’t happy about this by any means, but it’s also not going to ruin his day like it’d ruin Lucifer’s.

Like, he’ll grumble about it.  And complain.  Loudly.  He might even spam the group chat complaining about it while MC is still right next to him shuffling cards, and then Asmo will say “lol” and Lucifer will accuse him of something unrelated and that’ll make him grumble more.

And MC might have to step in somehow to get him to stop pouting.

If they were playing for money, he’s gonna keep demanding rematches until either he wins or something forces them to stop.

Unlike Lucifer, Mammon will be fine with them letting him win.

But once again, that’s for the money, not really for his pride.  He’s kind of used to losing at the things he’s good at.

Leviathan: Video Games

Hmm this is he doesn’t like this #2

Levi’s kind of built his identity around the things that he’s good at and the things he likes, so for MC to come in and upset that makes him, well, upset.

The first time sucks.  Like Lucifer, he sits there stewing in his frustration.  Unlike Lucifer, he doesn’t bother trying to hide it.  He might even tear up, which definitely pulls on the heartstrings but he shouldn’t be such a sore loser.

The closer MC is with him, the less upset he’ll be over time, though.  Because it changes from “this fucking normie came in and ruined everything” to “ahhhh dammit my friend beat me”.

Also, he’ll only get moody if MC beats him at a game he’s currently invested in.  He’s not gonna be surprised if he’s a little rusty at Street Fighter II now, but ex-father have mercy on anyone who beat him at a DBFZ when it first came out.

He’ll only legitimately try to kill them if they beat his Ruri-chan platformer speedrun time.

Satan: Grades

Satan thinks it’s great!!  He highly values being smart, but he doesn’t think it’s threatening for someone else to be smart too (except Lucifer).

If anything, he’s glad to know MC is someone he can reliably study and compare answers with.  Most of his study buddies end up being impromptu tutoring pupils, and he’d really like to just study for once.

Maybe it's surprising that the avatar of wrath isn’t angry, but like, he seriously doesn’t see this as something to be angry about.

Of course, he’s still literally the sorest loser in the three realms.  Never play games with him.  But this wasn’t a competition, and I can’t exactly say he excels at anything that would be considered a competition.  So yeah, MC manages to escape his wrath through a loophole in the ask.

Is he mad that he didn’t get full marks?  Of course.  But he’s mad at the teacher, not MC.  Unless MC tries to rub it in his face, because that’s just rude.

Asmodeus: Design

I was gonna do like a popularity contest, but we’ve seen him go through one in canon and that’s not gonna really add anything new.

So!  Let’s say he and MC’s designs were both candidates for something, and MC’s ended up being chosen.

Hmm this is he doesn’t like this #3

The problem is that while design has nothing to with his sin, and therefore his base identity, he sure seems to think it does.  Asmo thinks his entire personality is the things he’s good at.

He’s simultaneously the easiest and hardest to deal with out of those who are legitimately upset.  The easiest because while he’ll pout a bit, he’s going to properly congratulate them and it’s hard to tell that he’s upset when he’s giving them so many compliments and talking about how he’s gonna buy one of everything.

The hardest because he’s actually really passive aggressive about it.  For a WHILE.

He’ll also definitely try to steal their ideas for the future, or seduce whoever’s in charge of making the final selection.  It doesn’t matter if he got chosen legitimately or not, what matters is that he gets chosen period.

The best thing MC can do in this situation is get him to understand he wouldn’t actually be happy with a shallow victory like that.

Beelzebub: Sports

Another one who is very excited to have an equal!

Sports need more than one player, after all, and it gets really boring if your opponent is no match for you.

He’ll start to consider MC his friendly rival.  He asks them what their training regimen is and what diet they’ve adopted, so they can compare it with his own (scaled down to be equivalent).  Basically he gets information from them like Asmo does, but unlike Asmo Beel gets it by asking and shares the benefits with MC.

If there’s a sport that neither of them have tried before, he’d love to see how they do one-on-one as complete novices.  He’ll do his best to be mindful of his brute strength advantage if it’s a sport where that would matter.

The only thing he could be upset about MC beating him in is those restaurant challenges where you finish a massive dish within a time limit.  But even then, it’s not because he’s upset he lost.  He’s more concerned about their health, because if MC beat him at that holy shit.

Belphegor

He doesn’t care.

This took so long to come out because I couldn’t think of something MC would beat him at that he would care about.

Like

Slept longer than him??  He’s not gonna throw a fit about that.

And it’s not like he goes into things expecting to win; he barely wants to do things at all.

So yeah the answer for Belphie is it doesn’t matter what you beat him at, he won’t lose sleep over it.

Lmao sloth pun

Masterlist

[nerdy-simp-7120]

hi! if you're comfortable writing this, could i ask for a scenario? this has been in the back of my head for a while.

what would be the reaction of the brothers + dateables of watching mc play resident evil in the dimitrescu castle? who would be down bad the most

thank you! feel free to ignore this if you don't want to write this ofc

I love this ask (stan tall vampire lady). The only thing is that I accidentally turned it into a “how they feel about the game.” I managed to add in some parts with MC playing as well to make up for it

Update: I literally finished the request yesterday but my wifi went down and I lost everything  😩 😩

I also wrote this in the middle of the night so sorry if there are any errors! Enjoy!

Warnings: cursing.

How the OM! characters would react to you playing Resident Evil (Dimitrescu Castle edition)

Lucifer

Will not care at first

"I hold no interest in such trivial simulations."

His weakness? Being a simp for you.

He decides to look into the game a bit more in private later on.

Will lowkey practice the game

If you ever catch him playing it, do not say anything because he will stop immediately, deny everything, and might not ever do it again

With time, however, Lucifer will come to master the game.

Here comes the showing off.

When you're rambling about the game with Levi, Lucifer will join the conversation and you two will be like "wow, boomer knows something for once--"

Or when you're struggling on a part of the game he will be like, "hand it over"

Before expertly getting through that part.

Can defeat Lady Dimitrescu if you ask him to but be careful cause he might make you beg

sadistic bastard

or you can be a badass and show him your skills

Will be a tad shocked at how easily you handled it but won't let it show (okay Elsa)

Also proud though

Lucifer's internal monologue: “That’s right- show them how it’s done, Y/n.”

Mammon

Scared.

Will watch you play and cover his eyes during every battle

"wHAT IS THAT?!" at everything you come across

I hope you're good at playing one-handed because you'll have to use the other hand to hold his throughout the entire thing

Admires you're bravery but would never admit it

"You were horrible! ...N-nice job beating the game, not that I c-care or anything. You sucked anyways!"

Not even 10 seconds later...

"Can I watch you play again?"

Comes to find that the faces you make are adorable: when you're concentrating on a battle, when you win, find a valuable item, etc

He loves being able to see how you're feeling up close.

If you catch him staring when you take a break or something he'll blush and either ask you if you have a staring problem or that you have something on your face

He may or may not buy cheap merch (a tiny key chain of Lady Dimitrescu or your favorite character) for you, all the while spewing lame excuses

Please bear with him- he's trying.

Leviathan

"YOU ALSO LIKE RESIDENT DEVIL?!?? Ah! I-I mean..."

Congrats, you just found yourself someone to discuss the game with

Is open to cosplay the characters with you

You two will have competitions to see who can beat the game faster.

You both also share theories with each other all the time

Or simply discuss the characters together

He purposefully stays quiet to hear you ramble on and on- dude finds it adorable

You two also sometimes argue debate over a character name or event in the game

Because while you have Resident Evil

He only knows Resident Devil

This is the equivalent of Devilgram and Instagram

I mean

They’re the same,

But a couple things were altered, y’know, to prevent copyright

So yes, there are definitely a few quarrels here and there

But all in all, it’s a fun gamer bud experience

Don’t tell him I told you but he thinks it’s hot when you show off your badass skills in a boss fight

Satan

He plays it on the lowkey.

Not because he’s embarrassed

But because he partially takes his anger out on the characters

During gory scenes, he imagines it’s him torturing Lucifer, fueling his determination to win

A calculated person, Satan is a smart player

But there are times when he’s particularly angry and he becomes a reckless one, jumping into fights impetuously

This is where you come in and beat the enemy for him

He may get angrier, thinking you are underestimating him

But, for the sake of the person he loves, he calms down knowing you didn’t mean to offend him

A small part in the back of his head also admires you for being able to handle the fight a ton better than he did

Congratulations, you just earned yourself the great Satan’s respect (resident evil-wise).

Asmodeus

“Oh my, I never knew you were into such gory games! Does this mean you’re into blood play, because I know many things about--”

He may look carefree on the outside

But on the inside?

Let’s take a look, shall we?

Holy shit

What the fu--

Jesus christ, can you pull a move like that in real life?

He needs to be careful to not piss you off.

If you can handle this, who knows what you could be capable of?

Hold on.

Wait, you look so concentrated

Eeep! How cute!

Anyways, it ends with him snapping a bunch of pictures 

Keeps them for himself and may brag to his brothers about how he got some “special” shots of you

Obviously never elaborates on what the special part means to keep his dear siblings on edge because, what the hell, they want to know what these special shots are

Would not play the game because there’s “tOo MuCh BlOoDsHeD”

We all know he’s most likely seen his fair share of bloodshed

“What if the adrenaline gives me acne?”

He’s probably just bad at the game--

Verdict: Asmo is a simp and not afraid to flaunt it.

Beel

...Are you okay?

Do you think about homicide--?

Oh, that lady looks nice.

Huh, she’s 9′6″??

What’s her name? Lady Dimitrescu?

Okay-- WAIT WHY IS SHE TURNING INTO THAT??

Not scared, just a tad bit concerned 

Poor Beel, concerned for Lady D :’)

Also, seeing the death’s of Bela, Daniela, and Cassandra hit different

Because he know what it’s like to lose a sibling.

Safe to say he understands Alcina’s pain when she raged about her children being dead.

Also concerned about how the gore could affect you

Because isn’t stuff like this supposed to traumatize humans?

Would support you regardless though

And thinks that you’re really brave for playing the game and still being able to stand strong

On another note, Beel decided to make small flower graves for the three sisters and Alcina because he’s adorable and kind like that

Belphegor

Likes the game but is too lazy to play himself

Regularly watches Satan play (or at least as much as he can before deciding it’s nap time)

I hope you enjoy Belphie using you as a body pillow and watching you play from now on 

Makes small comments here and there to help you out

“To your left... Oh, and open the window- yeah, that one.”

Will smirk, impressed, when you deal with the fights and win yourself without his comments.

“That’s my Y/n”

(Sorry I don’t know what else to put for him :’))

Diavolo

“Is this a human trend?” meme

Will watch excitedly and “oooo” whenever you do something cool

Be careful though, because the questions will not stop as you play

“What’s that? I see. What’s it for? How do you win the game? Who’s that character? Why can’t you do this? What about--?”

Diavolo, you’re awesome and all, but please

shush

On the inside, is also one that might be a tad concerned about your mental health because doesn’t that gore traumatize humans?

Wait, you do this for entertainment?

...

Another warning: he will shower you in merchandise from the game

I am not above the fact that this man has a game room 

And he will try to master the game

Casually pushes all his paperwork over to Lucifer so he can play Resident Evil

RIP Luci

Unfortunately, Diavolo will have trouble grasping the game and how it works

You will have to explain many things to him

Good luck- he’s a bit of a boomer (but willing to learn) and may or may not get distracted staring at you

But anyways, he enjoys engaging in the competitions you and Levi have

Whether it be playing as well or simply watching

He just loves to see you happy

Barbatos

Oh my, what’s this?

Will watch you play

and constantly criticize how filthy the Dimitrescu castle is

“Do they have any idea how many rats this can attract?”

Barbatos, your weakness is showing.

Seeing you so happy while playing the game helps him relax from his daily troubles tasks

He rewards you with a pat on the head any time you beat a foe

When Diavolo goes over to the HoL or when you come over to play in he silently cheers you on in the background.

Solomon

Yuh

Is educated on the game and knows his shit as the only other human 

Maybe knows a bit too much of the game

You will later come to find out that, somewhere in his mass tangle of shady connections, he knows a developer

Might give you tips and tricks to get on higher levels

But never, and I mean never, challenge him like you would with Levi to see who can beat the game faster

Because he will beat you by a seconds on purpose, just to piss you of

all the while doing that dark, shady chuckle

Asshole

But anyways, if you manage to finesse and beat him, he will be 

So confused

“I thought I did it all right, what went wrong...?” he thinks to himself.

On the outside, however, he’s smiling

Will hand over some praise to his little apprentice, but if you look carefully you will see a spark of annoyance

We get it Solomon, you’re a sore loser.

In the end, he will still leave somewhat impressed at your skillz

Simeon

w h a t

Is a little scared

“Is this one of them video games you kids play nowadays...? Just kidding. What are you playing-- oh my”

Might try to figure out how to play

But alas, 

Simeon is yet another boomer

So he will have quite some trouble even figuring out how to move

And why does he hold the controller like that what

If you’ve seen that one picture of him holding his phone sideways you know what I mean

On another note, if you look through his poem book, then you may or may not find a few poems describing how amazing and badass you looked hustling the entire game

Luke

about to bomb this master hill

No literally is considering bombing the computer or whatever you’re playing on because wHAT IS THAT

He is just

So 

So 

Scared

This will give him nightmares for weeks

Apparently Alcina reminds him of Lucifer so he kinda

Hates her

Says he will protect you

--as he runs out of the room in fear

Irrelevant but the one he hates the most is fetus baby

Michael have mercy on this poor boy--

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Short

Natasha Romanoff x Daughter!Reader

Avengers x Romanoff!Reader

Word count: 1.4K

Requested by anon: Little widow is super short and all the avengers find it adorable.

A/N: as someone who is 5’11” (180cm) I did the best I could with this one. I apologize if it’s not very accurate 

“Woah! Let me grab that, y/n,” Steve says as he wraps one arm around your waist, the other hand grabbing the box of granola bars you were climbing for.

“I almost had it,” you whine as he sets you down.

“Yeah sure. Almost had a concussion is more like it,” Tony teases and you glare.

“I had everything under control. I was almost tall enough to reach it,” you cross your arms over your chest and your mom coughs to cover a laugh.

“You were balancing on a stool that was teetering on one leg on your…” she pauses to pick up the book, “biology textbook. Great, glad you’re getting some use out of that.”

“Yeah well, it won’t tell me why I haven’t hit my growth spurt yet, so at least it’s good for something,” you shrug, grabbing it from her hands and shoving it in your bag.

“Kid, don’t you think you’re a little old-“

“Don’t!” You cut Tony off. “I am not too old for a growth spurt. I don’t care how old I am. I refuse to be 5’1 for the rest of my life.”

“Alright,” he raises his hands in surrender and you roll your eyes.

“Whatever. I’m gonna be late for school.”

“Have a good day,” your mom calls.

“Try not to get mistaken for a freshman again,” Clint’s words are acknowledged by way of you flipping him off as you make your way out the door.

xxxxx

“Here,” Peter appears behind you, grabbing the textbook you were jumping for.

“Thanks,” you grumble and he grins.

“Are you sure you don’t want to switch lockers? It’s killing my back to crouch down to the lower ones anyway. Jumping doesn’t seem like the most effective use of your locker,” he offers for the tenth time and you shake your head.

“I’m fine! I can reach it all!”

“Yeah when I use my powers for you,” Wanda’s voice calls and you turn, glaring.

“Whole lot of help you were this morning. Steve’s convinced I almost broke my neck climbing for my breakfast,” you whine and she chuckles, placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“My deepest apologies. I’ll just skip my morning training with Agent Hill. I’m sure that would go over just fine,” she teases and you roll your eyes, leaning into her nonetheless.

“You just gotta get on her good side. I get to do my training after school instead of before,” you smirk and she rolls her eyes.

“That’s because she’s known you since you were three and therefore treats you like family. Not an agent,” Wanda retorts and you just shrug.

“Ya know, it’s  the 21st century,” Peter’s still stuck on the previous topic and you shake your head. “I don’t think scavenging for food is supposed to be a life threatening process anymore. Cause like, evolution and all that,”

“Well y/n’s evolution didn’t get the message,” Wanda responds and you smack both their shoulders.

“You guys suck,” you whine and Wanda laughs.

“We’re only teasing, love. You’re adorable. We have to tease you to compete for some attention. You’re too cute to look away from.” You eye Wanda for a few moments.

“I can’t tell if that was supposed to be patronizing or not, but it’s too early to analyze all that, so I’m gonna go with thank you as my response,” you tell her, standing up on your toes and pulling her down by the collar of her shirt to kiss her cheek.

“You can’t even reach your girlfriend's face to kiss her,” Peter chokes out through a laugh.

“At least I have a girlfriend,” you try to jab back but he brushes right over it.

“Say, have you ever been on a roller coaster before? Or do you not measure up yet?” He says and you lunge for him. He quickly places a hand on your forehead, holding you back where your arms can’t reach him. You can feel your cheeks heat up as Wanda tries her best to hide her laugh behind you. You hit his elbow, making his arm buckle, and pull it over your shoulder. You use his weight against him as he stumbles forward and throw him over your shoulder.

“Holy shit,” Wanda breaths out.

“How the hell did you do that?” Peter asks as he catches his breath and you shrug.

“Did you forget who my mom is? I learned how to do that when I was 8. We were literally talking about my training like 30 seconds ago,” you call over your shoulder as you take Wanda’s hand and pull her to class.

xxxxxx

What’s up losers?” Mj asks as she joins your group.

“We’re thinking about heading to the tower to study for the geometry test next week, wanna come?” Peter asks, unphased by MJ’s snarkiness. Loser is pretty much a term of endearment in her book.

“Plus it’s movie night  if you guys wanna crash it. Fair warning though, it’s Steve’s turn to pick so it’ll probably be old as hell,” you add in and Ned nods.

“Sounds awesome! I’ll watch an old movie if it means hanging with the avengers!” His enthusiasm brings a smile to your face, though it’s quickly knocked off as MJ uses your head as an armrest.

“I’m in,” she says and you glare up at her, elbowing her in the ribs.

“Too bad, you’re not invited anymore,” you say angrily and she laughs.

“Anyone else feel like they’re being yelled at by a middle schooler when she’s mad?” She teases again and Wanda quickly wraps her arms around your shoulders, pulling your back into her chest.

“But she doesn’t fight like a middle schooler, Peter learned that the hard way this morning. So let’s lay off before someone ends up with a black eye, alright?” Wanda says calmly and you sink into her embrace. You grab one of her hands from where they’re laced together by your chest and start playing with the rings on her fingers.

“I don’t look like a kid,” you mumble and you feel Wanda place a kiss on the top of your head.

“Of course you don’t” she reasures you.

“Yeah, totally. The whining totally helps your case Romanoff,” Peter adds and you glare as you all make your way out of the school.

xxxxx

“Race to the movie room?” Peter suggests and Ned frowns.

“But y/n’s like, short as hell, no offense,” he says and you laugh at his innocent look, “how is that fair.”

“Don’t worry Ned. I’ll manage,” you say before Peter takes off everyone else following suit. THey weave around the furniture and you smirk, placing your hand on the back of the sofa and throwing yourself over it. One foot lands on the coffee table and you use it to push off of, grabbing the pull up bar in the doorway that Steve insisted needed to be in the common room (you still think it’s cause he likes to show off) and doing an elegant flip, laning in front of the door to the movie room with a bow.

“Seriously, how the hell do you do that kind of stuff?” MJ asks, slightly out of breath, but still smiling since she beat Peter.

“What part of ‘raised by an assassin’ isn’t clicking for you guys?” you ask and a voice behind them draws their attention.

“Hey, I stopped being an assassin long before I started raising you,” your mom argues and you just shrug.

“Doesn’t make you any less paranoid or scary. You’re the one who insisted I needed to know how to defend myself, so I’m simply reaping the benefits,” you say with a grin, leaning into Wanda who is rolling her eyes at your antics.

“I seem to remember you begging me to train you so you could go on missions,” your mom counters with a raised eyebrow. Before you can respond Tony’s voice comes from the room you just vacated.

“Why the hell is there a footprint on my table?” He yells and you all freeze.

“Maybe if we’re quiet he won’t know we’re here?” Ned whispers, but even he sounds unsure of the plan.

“I can see the pile of backpacks by the elevator. When I find out whose foot was on my table they’re grounded. I don’t care if you’re not my children,” Tony yells again.

“Race you to...anywhere but here!” you whisper-yell before taking off, the four teenagers hot on your trail as your mom rolls her eyes behind you.

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[eunkimmie]

i have always loved you

anonymous: How about about Sal and fem!Y/N raising a baby together? The two were FWBs, but then a slip-up resulted in Y/N becoming pregnant so they ended the sexual relationship and opted to co-parent. Thankfully, they were graduating from uni soon at the time of their slip-up. As the years roll by, Sal and Y/N grow closer and slowly fall in love. They get together after realizing their feelings for each other are genuine and eventually have another baby.

(had to reupload)

warnings: she/her pronouns, pregnancy, FWB, nsfw, non-canonical Sally Face plotline word count: 3.6k Sal was a sentimental guy. He had a lot of feelings swirling around in his heart. Big feelings for a small guy. As true as that was, Sal was never one to see sex as anything sacred or sentimental. He didn't believe in "saving himself" for anyone—it just wasn't something that was for him personally. To him, sex was just something that came to those that experienced sexual attraction. Arousal wasn't a foreign feeling to Sal, he had been a teenager once, too. Sal was attracted to her. This girl—Sal barely even knew her name, god—was just hot to him. His type, for sure. You were Niel's friend and greeted the group with a smile. Sal was twenty-one now. Twenty-one years old, never had a girlfriend, and a virgin. Sal supposed that his teenage years weren't exactly spent pining over girls or having sex. To Sal, virginity wasn't anything more than a social construct. So why was it that he was suddenly so aware of his own virginity as this girl—(Name)—laid below him with her brows furrowed in pleasure. It was dark, pitch-black almost, to the point where you couldn't make out the scarred features on Sal's face. Very much intentional. He was sure he looked like a fool, anyway. His eyes rolled back in ecstasy, lips parted as grunts and breathy moans came from his lips.

Sal's shaky hands came down to grab the sides of your hips, angling his own hips to thrust into you and pull your body back down on his dick. It was hot in every way, Sal felt like his entire body had been set on fire. His hair that had been messily pulled up into a bun was barely tied up anymore, blue strands stringing down from his ears. You screamed as Sal moved his hands up to your back, pulling your entire body up to manage a new position. You rode him as Sal's hips snapped back up in sharp rhythm to meet a steady pace, moaning loudly, shamelessly, as his cock buried deeper inside you with each thrust.

"F—uck. Fuck!" you screamed, arms wrapping around Sal's neck as his teeth bit every so gently down into the curve of your neck. Your nails ran down his back, no doubt leaving scratches behind, which made Sal groan. Maybe he was a bit of a masochist.

"Fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck—" Sal pushed you down to lay on your back, pulling out quickly and pumping the tip of his cock hastily before finishing on your stomach. The two of you breathed in quick rhythm, Sal eventually collapsing down on the mattress of his bed. He felt his face burn hot, realizing the rash decision he had made. He hadn't even asked. "S-Sorry," he gasped between breaths. You didn't seem to mind, giving him an honest "it's alright" before wiping your stomach off with a few tissues. You dismissed yourself to go take a shower after putting your clothes back on, the two of you suddenly hyper-aware of Sal's roommates.

Sal pulled his boxers back on as well as his prosthetic and laid out on his bed feeling embarrassed. He hadn't exactly...made you finish. Fuck, you probably thought he was some kind of loser. His first time and he finished in probably five minutes. All Sal could do was groan in mortification and get dressed, shamefully, of course.

He had already settled back into his bed with a video game by the time he heard a knock on his door. You made your way in after his go-ahead, hair wet and chipper.

"Hey," you said plainly. You pointed to a spot on his bed, and after his approval, you sat down comfortably. Sal felt embarrassed all over again. "Um...sorry. About that. I don't really—I mean, I've never—"

Your laugh cut him off. It seemed harmless, and Sal felt his shoulders relax a bit as you waved a dismissive hand. "Hey, don't worry about that. Seriously. I'm not going to judge you over sex." He gulped, staring at you beneath his prosthetic. You seemed awfully understanding, but your reassurance did make him feel better. A beat of silence passed before you spoke up again. "Maybe...we could keep doing that? If you'd want to? Sorry if that sounds intrusive."

"Like..." Sal paused, setting his game down and watching as your body language showed signs of bashfulness. He felt a bit surprised at your own timid nature. Hadn't you realized how bad he was at the sex stuff? Really, he only copied what he had seen in porn. Copied it poorly, that is. "Like some kind of friends with benefits thing? Even though I suck?" That made you laugh, and it was such a beautiful sight to behold. The bed shook as you turned to face him properly, legs crossed on his mattress. "I don't think you suck. Fuck, I sound like some kind of pervert...But, still. You don't have to say yes, of course...I just thought, well. I thought I would at least ask."

Sal would've been an idiot to say no.

The two of you continued like that for a while, probably for longer than you should've as just two friends. You were close friends, friends that fucked every once in a while. It seemed to satisfy the both of you, but you two were by no means careful. Usually, the two of you had sex on a whim—he could recall the riskiest time was when the entire group was out shopping and the two of you got one out in a bathroom. Still, Sal just...never really considered the risks. Besides, the two of you had been doing it for this long, and nothing had happened, so the chances must be low, right?

...One morning you showed up at Sal's little shared house.

"...Hey. Are you the only one home right now?" Sal opened the door to let you in, eyes widening just a bit as he shrugged. Perhaps your relationship had gotten too casual, but he just hadn't ever stopped to even ponder the situation. Sure, he had a little crush on you when Niel introduced you to the group, but that turned into a sexual relationship. Maybe Sal had feelings for you. Maybe they were buried so deeply that Sal never even realized. But he knew that, even outside of your sexual relationship, that he cared for you regardless.

"Yeah. It's a little early, isn't it?" You breezed past him, sitting down at the dining table and sliding a wrapped breakfast sandwich across the table, a gesture for him to sit. He watched as you bit into your own, curious. "Did you just want to talk?" You offered him a smile, one that signaled that you were here not to have sex, but instead to just be a friend.

Sometimes Sal couldn't help but wonder. He'd get lost in his thoughts, listening to ambient music in his room, what would life be like if you two had just stayed friends? Maybe that could've lead to a real relationship. Maybe. And the two of you weren't in a situation where it was awkward, or where they would have to sneak out of the other's room after a night of sex. They could cuddle and wake up next to each other, have some breakfast, and carry on. Sal always felt butterflies when he woke up and you were sleeping next to him. In some ways, he felt wrong for feeling that way. He didn't know what to feel. Perhaps a part of him figured that this was the closest he would ever be able to get to have a real romance with you. Sal didn't know. It hurt his head if he thought about it for too long, so really, why even bother pondering the possibilities?

But when you sat across from him, so mundane, eating a breakfast sandwich and looking sleepy, how could he not feel these things?

"Is that bad? If I just talk?" you looked up at him, hoping you hadn't caught him in the middle of anything important. It wasn't bad. It was never bad. Sal always had time for you. "No, I was just laying around. Todd and Niel went off to the supermarket, and I think Larry is out in the shed."

"Right, well..." you paused, biting your lip. "Okay, so you know how we always promised to be open with one another? Like transparency?" Sal quirked an eyebrow, nodding and gesturing for you to go ahead. "Yeah, so like. Fuck, man, I'm just gonna come out and say it. I missed my fucking period." At this, he saw your hands clench a bit harder down on the sandwich you were holding. Your eyes gathered tears in the bottom lid, and you sucked in a sharp breath. "A-And I don't know if that means anything, like shit. It couldn't, and I would be here just freaking you the fuck out, but I dunno man. I'm just...Shit, I don't fucking know what the hell I would do if I were..." Sal stayed silent, the cogs turning slowly in his head.

"A-And I don't know, like, I'm twenty-two. I know a lot of people have kids by now, but I just—I don't know, and it's not like I'm asking you to be super involved it's just—"

"What? I would want to be involved." Sal's lips seemed to move on their own, but it was just so painfully obvious to him. Obviously. Obviously, he wanted to be involved. It wasn't a question, really. The two of you had known each other for about a year now, and even though nothing was truly going on...Truth to be told, Sal couldn't help but think about you even after you were gone.

After about five positive pregnancy tests, the two of you agreed to stop your situation. There were a lot of tears, more so from you with Sal rubbing circles on your back. You would cry to him about how you weren't ready, or how you were going to fuck up, and all Sal could do was be there for you. Sal didn't see him as much as a father type. In fact, the two of you hadn't even ever worked out what the situation was. He wasn't even sure there was a situation.

It was strange. Sal wasn't a father. He didn't look like a father. He didn't know how a father was supposed to behave. Sal spent his weekends playing video games and learning Pokemon themes on his guitar, that wasn't what a father was supposed to do. At the very least, Sal had already moved his bed and belongings to the basement of the house and made a makeshift nursery in his bedroom.

A baby girl, chubby and crying had come after months of going back and forth on what to do. It was strange. Sal never saw himself as an adult. He'd grown in height and gained some tone in his body, yet still he couldn't differentiate the person in the mirror from the kid who used to wear pigtails every day and get pushed around in school.

What was probably worse is that Sal didn't feel a connection with his child. The child was his, undoubtedly, but he didn't feel much. He had read and heard about parents being so enamored and parents who just immediately felt love for their child, but Sal didn't. He stared back at the baby girl, her features taking after yours for the most part, yet hair as blue as the sky, and furrowed his brow. You, on the other hand, held the child close to you, foreheads touched together as the baby cried and you let out shaky breaths. Parents didn't always have that immediate connection with their children, but, even still...Sal could open his heart up just this time for a child. For you. Even though he had seen the worst of what the world had to offer, he would try.

Try he did. Sal couldn't see any other reason to do anything but for his child. Diane. That was her name. There wasn't any other option, and you had almost instantly agreed. Henry cried, the recollection of his late wife and his memory as a father had come forward as he sobbed when Sal's baby had touched his face for the first time, tugging at his beard. Sal's dad hadn't been there for him when he needed it most, coming around in an attempt to make things right when it was almost too late, but Sal refused to make that mistake. He did everything for his daughter. He was taking online college courses to get a degree in graphics. He did so much, too much, maybe, as in the wake of his determination the two of you hadn't even discussed your own relationship. In fact, it never even came to mind until Larry had asked. The two were sitting outside after having met up at the lake. Larry, moved out by now and living in a shared apartment closer to his community college, and Sal, still living with you, Todd, and Neil, sat in the grass drinking sodas.

"So...I don't know, man."

"Huh?" Sal had looked over at him. The sun had just barely dipped down beyond the horizon, the sky a pale purple. Larry shrugged, pursing his lips together in thought. "You know, a lot of people who have a kid and live together are at least dating. In most situations." Sal continued to stare, the realization of his words sinking in. Larry was right. Sal knew he was right. Perhaps Sal had forgotten. And that was truthful, too. It was so easy to forget when the two of you were living together, raising a child, and maybe just every once in a while waking up next to each other like you used to.

"And don't get me wrong, I'm not judging. In fact, I couldn't be happier for you. Ash too. You haven't really been this happy, this grounded, since you got here. To Nockfell. It's just...I dunno. Haven't you ever thought of, like, marriage?"

Marriage. Yeah, Sal had thought of marriage. The first time he saw his child he thought of it. The first time he held her, the first time he had taken off his prosthetic and his little girl just stared up at him in the same way before her little hands reached up and grabbed at his nose, he thought of marriage. Even before that. When your stomach was swollen, seven months pregnant, and Sal had caught you staring down at your stomach with a swirling mix of emotions behind your eyes, he thought of marriage. The two of you slept in the same bed. Every time he'd wake up next to you, he thought of marriage.

Sal Fisher was so undeniably in love with you. He had been so undeniably in love with you, maybe even from the first time he laid eyes on you. It hadn't ever been about sex. It had been about you. About how you smiled at him, and how your arms would wrap around his shoulders as you kissed him deeply. It had always been about you. Sal had been so blinded, he truly thought sex was the only way to keep you around. But now...Well, shit, what now?

"...I have," Sal finally responded. "I love her."

Larry stared at his friend, Sal's eyes roaming over the moon's reflection in the water.

"Isn't that answer enough?"

. . .

Little Diane was two, now. Sal finished his basic courses and graduated from the two-year school. The two of you were busy packing up your daughter's belongings into boxes, a moving truck waiting outside.

"Are you sure we cant convince you to stay?" Niel joked, hand intertwined in Todd's. Todd nudged his husband, laughing a bit with a furrowed brow. "Yeah, it's not like they have a kid or anything." You laughed, smiling brightly at the two. It had been a long journey of memories in this little house. It wouldn't ever be a place you nor Sal would forget. But it was time to move on. Sal had gotten accepted into a college to finish out his degree, and you had managed to get a job with a lot of flexibility in the same area.

"Yeah, but...California. It's just so far. And so different from Nockfell."

"True, but I think that's a good thing, honestly. This town is so strange...I could never figure out why, but it just gave me this feeling...And I don't want Diane spending her childhood years here." Todd exchanged a knowing look with Sal, the two remaining silent about the shared knowledge. Todd cleared his throat, ridding his head of the foul memories. "I suppose you're right. We'll have to come and visit sometime."

Larry and Ash had come over to the house as well, all helping you and Sal move and disassemble furniture. Gizmo was purring happily on the couch, content to watch the rest of you do all the heavy lifting until it was time to go. Henry and Lisa had even come over, Diane resting in her grandfather's arms. With all of the helping hands, you and Sal were about ready to get moving in just a few hours,

The two of you stood outside the house, your daughter asleep in her car seat in the back of the moving truck. It was strange. Sal had spent years in this town. He was just a kid. A kid that played guitar and a kid that loved video games. A kid that would search for an hour with his best friend Larry for quarters hiding around Addison Apartments just to buy a bag of chips from the lousy vending machines downstairs. A kid that had gotten mixed up with the supernatural that he would be sure to protect his daughter from. A kid that simply met a friend of a friend and fell in love with her smile. Sal couldn't help but wonder how different his life would be if not for you.

You and Sal exchanged your goodbyes tearfully with your friends and family, promising to keep in touch. And finally, with a turn of a key, you were off to a new life. It was a long drive in which Sal reflected on his life. He could've been a nobody. He could've been that weird kid with some weird mask and from a weird town. Just another picture in a yearbook. Maybe in another life, he had been a murder. He chuckled...how unlikely. He couldn't have ever imagined his life like this. Sal Fisher, the family man. He wasn't too sure that his face would fit in at a PTA meeting.

After hours on the road and multiple stops, the two of you arrived at a neighborhood with a row of brick townhomes lining the road. They weren't the best or the most luxurious, but they were within walking distance of schools and a good driving distance from Sal's university and your job. Maybe it was a bit cliche, and in sincerity, all too normal for Sal's life. He was the guy who had talked to ghosts, and yet he was about to move into a cookie-cutter neighborhood with a kid.

The two of you stepped into the house, the smell of dust being the most prominent. It would need cleaning and hard work, but it was yours. Sal didn't think he was exactly cut out for the whole "white picket fence" family, but a family nonetheless.

A family. A husband, a wife, and a daughter. Except, that wasn't his situation. He had a friend and a daughter.

Sal stared at his life. Twenty-five. Years had gone by, probably in the most unexpected way that Sal could ever imagine for himself, yet he still felt as if he hadn't moved very far with you. But you were here. In a house that you two had bought together, with eyes he had stared into for four years. His daughter with his mother's name and his hair was in your arms, giggling and squirming around, eager to crawl around the new environment. He looked over at you, eyes shining bright with hope of a new adventure and lips upturned in a smile.

"Can you believe it? Sal, our own place. This is insane. Can you believe it?" your head turned to meet his gaze, tears gathering in your eyelids. Sal stared at you, eyebrows furrowed. "Sal?"

"Marry me."

The words came out fast, but the same nonetheless. The weight of them wasn't something Sal was aware of. He had been thinking of this for years. Never the right time, never the right place. But everything seemed right. Standing here, seeing you smile the same way as you did at that first meeting years ago. It was different now. He couldn't imagine a life without you in it. Sal wanted to see you smile as he slid a wedding band on your ring finger. He fantasized about his little girl walking down and throwing petals. It was silly, but it was what he wanted. He was sure of it.

"W-What?"

"Marry me. I love you."

You stared at him, mouth agape as the breath was taken from you. This was Sal. The father of your child. It was Sal, the one who had refused to leave your side when you were pregnant. Who stayed calm when you couldn't. Who had played with your daughter and refused to stop smiling for her. Even before that, it was the same Sal who had kissed you like there was nothing else in the world to do. Sal Fisher was full of love to give and wanted nothing but the best for everyone around him despite the world throwing so many challenges his way. What other response was there to give?

Sal took your hand after lowering his prosthetic, eyes staring seriously. "Will you marry me?"

"...Yes."