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Ryuji and Akira play GTA V

A/N: Based off when I’ve played with a mate. Pacing may be strange, but I enjoyed remembering some of the stupid stuff I’ve done with people.

I spent barely any time on this, it’s not up to my usual standards but I wanted to have fun.

I don’t know what warnings I’d put if there are any for this, let me know if there is tho.

Driving through Los Santos Airport, Ryuji calls out Akira, “You’ve been in my car for an hour!”

“Can’t be assed to drive,” Akira’s smile can be heard.

Approaching the hanger, they both notice two planes, “I’m getting the good one!” Ryuji shouts. Braking in front of them both they both are quiet for a second before Ryuji bursts out laughing, “Is that a spunk plane?”

“What did you say?” Akira’s voice heightens from shock, and he turns his camera around from his plane to stare.

“Spunk plane,” Ryuji’s character points towards the plane.

Akira’s character stands in place as he holds his breathe, letting out slight noise into his mic trying not to chuckle. Ryuji gets into the plane as Akira grabs the other one, following him as he takes off.

Ryuji does a barrel roll in the air, “Imagine dying from the spunk.”

“Shut up,” Akira’s voice weakens as he holds in his laugh. “Wait, Ryuji. You know how Americans say spunk? Ya got a lot of spunk in you.” His voice mimics an american accent.

Ryuji chuckles, “Out of every word.”

Moving his camera to look behind him, he notices Akira fly straight into a building and they both cackle.

Feeling tears in his eyes Akira runs back to the hanger.

Following Akira’s icon on the map Ryuji comes back to the airport with teary eyes, but Akira blows up his plane, “Not my spunk!”

“Stop!” Akira’s crying as he chokes on his own laugh.

Ryuji runs backs to the hanger hysterically laughing but Akira hunts him down and he hides behind the hanger, as his screen shakes from explosions, “Akira! Please, let me have my spunk in peace!”

“No!” Akira finds him behind the hanger and watches as his body flies from the explosives, taking a deep breathe in hoping to stop the assault of laughter.

Ryuji respawns outside of the airport and calls his car, using it to drive to the planes and Akira tries to stop him to get the spunk plane first, but Ryuji rams into him and his body flies.  

Laughing, Ryuji gets into the spunk plane, immediately taking off before he can be shot down, “Imagine not having spunk, couldn’t be me.”

“I want the spunk-” Akira’s laugh cuts him off before he can finish, getting into a plane himself and following Ryuji.

In the air, Ryuji is being surrounded by Akira and they almost crash into each other multiple times, “You don’t deserve the spunk plane!” Ryuji tries to be serious but loses it. Eventually, Ryuji and Akira hit each other head on and Ryuji snorts, “Explosive spunk.”

“Explo-” crying Akira can’t continue as he removes his hands from his controller, wiping the tears away from his eyes.

Ryuji removes his hands from his keyboard and mouse, needing a drink from how sore his throat is from non-stop laughing.

[karminxx]

Sin and Virtue  (Lucifer x GN!Angel! Reader)

A/N: Lucifer is very OOC, it’s on purpose (felt like experimenting with his character) other characters kinda OOC. If anything’s wrong tell me. 

“Simeon-” Huffing, you’re forced to listen to another one of Simeons lectures.

“You’ll never truly experience the devildom unless you at least try to speak to a demon, besides we already know the seven brothers. They won’t cause any problems. I trust them.” His arms crossed, and he looks exactly like Michael when he’s scolding you.

Giving in, you look down at Luke, who’s thrilled for dinner at the house of lamentation, “Fine, but I’m not guaranteeing anything.”

Solomon’s head pops up from the hallway. “You all done? They’ve almost finished making everything.”

Simeon’s hand brushes the door before it’s pulled open. Asmodeus stands in the doorway. “Come in! You should be excited. I made the desserts all myself! They look exactly like my face, too beautiful to eat now that I think about it...” His voice trails off into his own world.

Pushing the doors open to the dining room, Asmodeus shows you there are cards dictating where you sit. “Quickly find yours and we will start!”

Skipping off into the kitchen, you're all forced to look over the table, realising Luke and Simeon are together whilst they split Solomon and you up.

“Mc, who are you sat next to?” Simeon can’t help but question the seating arrangements.

Picking up the cards to your left and right, they read: Lucifer and Satan.

Mumbling to yourself, you place them back down. “You’re joking…” Looking up at Simeon, you answer, “Lucifer and Satan, what about you?”

“Leviathan,” Luke shows Simeon the card next to him, “and Luke is next to Beelzebub.”

Watching the others sit, you follow in suit, noticing the table has been set by Asmodeus from the astoundingly obnoxious amount of pink and flair.

After silently berating the tablecloths and other pink objects lying on the table, the brothers come out with trays and plates holding fresh foods, placing them in front of you all and swiftly sitting down. Beelzebub was a fountain of drool, quick to get into everything (you’re glad he’s not sitting next to you).

You listen in on the countless conversations happening all around you, refusing to join in on any and eating everything on your plate. You notice Simeon and Luke joining in, unintentionally staring at them: slightly jealous they can be so carefree.

Besides you, Lucifer, like you, is quiet and uninterested in the conversations. However, unlike you, he’s been interested in you. Watching your behaviour and how you react to things, seeing the disgust and displeasure on your face. Simeon had only told him bits and pieces of your story, but that alone caught his attention.

Noticing eyes on you, your head slightly turns, making you and Lucifer hold eye contact, with neither of you willing to look away. His reasons were interest, yours were to challenge his authority.

Michael created something powerful with you, something that could exterminate threats. He made you loathe demons, yet made you sinful: he knew challenging a demon without sin results in catastrophe. Pure childlike innocence and love are simple to corrupt and manipulated.

Someone clearing their throat makes you both look over at the noise. Simeon was nervously smiling at you. “Do you want dessert?”

Shaking your head, you stand, “No.” Passing the table, you barge through the doors into the main room.

Asmodeus is quick to complain, “Wait! But I worked so hard on them!”

Head in hand, you stare down at the floor whilst sitting on the couch in the living room, frustrated by the current situation. You didn’t want to be here, but you couldn’t leave without the others.

Footsteps go unheard until they’re directly in front of you. Wary your eyes promptly peer up, staring at the intrusion. Lucifer towers over you, looking down at you.

“If you truly want silence, my study is always available.” Lucifer slightly bends down, getting closer to you.

Despite the proximity, you don’t move. “Depends. Will you be there?” Narrowing your eyes at him, he smiles slightly.

“I have some work to do, but I won’t be a nuisance.” Standing back to his full height, he accompanies you to his study.

Dark wooden drawers and bookshelves lining the walls complement the wooden floors. His desk sits in the middle, facing away from the window, only dimly lit by the sparse lights.

Taking off his gloves and sitting down, he studies you. “I thought you wouldn’t have wanted me here. You’re not going soft, are you?”

“For you?” Venom spits from your mouth, “Not in a million years.”

“You are still here, Angel.” A sly smile appears on his face, awaiting your reaction.

Letting out a breath of vexation, you regain composure. “I followed you because you promised silence.”

Opening the drawers to his paperwork, he acknowledges you, “I never promised. I gave you a suggestion.” A pen scratching on paper stops you from formulating a response, leaving you silent, observing him.

After a few minutes, you notice him get out a group of files, seeing the little you can from your position you can only read out: Exchange students. Without noticing, you get closer, curious about what the files are about, especially if there’s one on you.

“Michael finds you difficult to accept, doesn’t he?” Lucifer’s sudden and hard-hitting question left you speechless, but his head is down, staring at the documents with your face plastered on them.

Confused at the sudden personal question, you answer harshly, “If he truly found me difficult, I’d be exactly like you.”

Putting the pen down, he rises, ambling towards you, “Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

His sacrilegious tone made your body tense, he backs you into a bookshelf. Some books fall from the impact. Despite being taught to deal with demons, you knew your limits, and Lucifer was beyond your strength.

“That’s truly surprising... usually angels like you would try to kill me,” his voice lowers as he whispers in your ears, “but you already know you can’t take me.”

Knock! Knock! You’re thankful someone’s interrupted as you watch Lucifer open the door. To your surprise, it’s Simeon looking for you. Asking for a minute, Lucifer closes the door, grabbing his gloves.

“We’ll continue next time, little lamb.”