#what games i think the the brothers would play

[afterglowkatie]

the bolter | m.p./i.e.

mapi león x ingrid engen x putellas!reader | 0.8k | ‘I know you’re supposed to keep a close eye on me, but this is a little extreme,’

ˏˋ°•*⁀ this is part of the pollito universe. pollito is nine in this fic!

❆♡────୨ holiday season blurb event ৎ────♡❆

‘María,’ Alexia exhaled slowly, ‘What do you mean you lost Pollito?’ If Alexia wasn’t just down the other end of the phone, Mapi would’ve already started running. She wasn’t even facing your Mami in person and she felt like she had to run away from Alexia’s wrath. 

You liked to run and hide away from Mapi, you thought it was funny when you’d watch from afar, seeing her all frantic. Even better when your mami got involved, you’d end up teasing Mapi for getting in trouble. Safe to say you were never going to change, you took too much joy in it all. 

‘Did I say lost?’ Mapi spoke out slowly, trying to think of a way to diffuse whatever this was turning into while she was frantically still trying to find you, ‘Well yes, I meant Pollito lost the..the game we were playing,’ A small curse flew was muttered under her breath and Alexia definitely wasn’t about to believe anything she was saying. 

‘Alright,’ Your Mami sounded too calm, ‘Put Pollito on the phone, por favor,’ Mapi’s eyes grew wide and she stumbled over saying a goodbye and how you were having too much fun to talk. Even at nine years old, you still liked talking to your mami whenever you could and would run to whoever was looking after you at the time if you heard your mami’s voice.

Mapi hung the phone up but not before hearing Alexia mutter a ‘I’m never leaving Pollito with you again,’ Which was always an empty threat, considering the next time your mami left you with Mapi wasn’t long after that. Mostly since you begged your mami to let you have a sleepover with Bagheera and you knew how to wear your mami down so she’d agree to almost anything.

‘You better not lose Pollito again,’ Alexia raised her eyebrow, there wasn’t a hint of a smile on her face when she was talking with Mapi before giving you over. Mapi and Ingrid had come to pick you up, planning to take you out for the day as well. You’d overheard your mami’s conversation with Mapi and knew Ingrid was the only reason she’d agreed so soon after the last incident. 

You saw the way your mami was looking at Mapi and very smugly copied her, you liked Mapi being in trouble with your mami. Your mami can be scary, so as long as it wasn’t at you, you loved seeing it, ‘Oh trust me, I’ll keep a very close eye on her,’ Your smug expression turned into a glare when you noticed the mischievous glint in Mapi’s eyes when she turned to look at you.

‘I wish I could,’ Your mami muttered mostly under her breath before shaking her head at the two of you and disappearing back into the house, still needing to look after your younger brother and your new baby sister. Officially letting Ingrid be the one to deal with the two of you for now.

Your glare towards Mapi left for about a millisecond before it came back once she tried, and unfortunately was successful, in wrangling you into one of those backpack leashes. Those ones for children, which you were but you were definitely too old for it considering how it was sitting on you. Your deadpan stare was almost identical to your mami, and almost chilling enough for Mapi to briefly forget that you were the child and that she got to make the decisions, not you. She almost let you out of it immediately.

‘I know you’re supposed to keep a close eye on me, but this is a little extreme,’ You wriggled around trying to get it off of you, all your attempts were pointless. You weren’t getting away any time soon.

‘Just keeping you safe, little Pollito,’ To add fuel to the fire, Mapi patted your head, talking down to you a little, making you seem smaller than you are.

‘María,’ Ingrid’s voice had a warning tone towards her girlfriend, not wanting to spend the entire day listening to the two of you bicker. She especially didn’t want to have to deal with Mapi bickering with a nine year old all day long. 

‘Or keeping you safe from Mami,’ Mapi didn’t have to look at you to hear the smirk through your voice. You may only be nine but you picked up on things most wouldn’t expect you to at this age. 

‘Dios mio,’ Mapi muttered, wanting to say more but the look from Ingrid stopped her. You tried to run off, hoping the end Mapi was holding would slip from her hand. But she wasn’t as distracted as you’d hoped when you were tugged back instantly.

Sighing dramatically, you let your body go limp and flopped to the ground, ‘Just take me to see my Bagheera,’ 

[russo-woso]

Comment || Arsenal x reader

Request | Masterlist

Warning mention of bullying, mental health problems, mention of suicide

Summary You accidentally reveal why you don’t interact with your team

A/N this is a sadddd and angsty one so buckle in

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“Y/N, you’re coming to the restaurant with us, right?” Katie asked, seeing you try to scurry out of the room without anyone noticing.

Unfortunately for you, Katie saw you and was curious whether she’d see you at the restaurant that night.

To celebrate the end of the year and Christmas, the team had organised a meal out at a local restaurant, nothing much but enough to satisfy the whole team.

You hesitated a bit, you also unaware of your own answer.

You see, you hadn’t always had the best experiences with a team.

Your previous teammates had made a few comments here and there about you.

She doesn’t deserve to get minutes

Why did the club even sign her

Shittiest player I’ve ever seen

Drop her back down to the Sunday league

At first, they were just small remarks that happened every so often, but then it turned to 24/7.

In the changing rooms, over text, on the pitch. Everywhere, anytime.

They were bullying you.

And even when you brought it upon the manager, he just shrugged, ‘that’s banter for you’ he had told you whilst laughing.

Maybe you were just being sensitive. Maybe you were taking it the wrong way. Maybe this was how a team was supposed to play.

From that moment onwards, you thought it was normal.

You didn’t complain about it anymore, just bottling up your emotions so they didn’t have to see it.

It wasn’t until a very poorly played game that you realised just how damaged they’d made you.

You had played the final four minutes of the game.

When you ran onto the pitch, your team was already losing 4-0.

And although you’d impacted the game massively and had prevented two goals in them four minutes, you were entirely blamed for the loss.

You had dreaded walking into the changing rooms after, all your teammates angry at their performances but somehow blaming it on you made it a lot better.

One of your teammates had squared up to your shaking body, their finger pointing at you.

Your breath became uneven as you closed your eyes in dread.

“You were shit today! You were the reason we lost! You were a let down today. You made us lose! Do us all a favour, Y/L/N and fuck off. We don’t need you on our team! You just fuck up our play and make us fucking lose! Nobody likes you, Y/N. You’re a shit player!” She screamed, the rest of the girls agreeing. She finished shouting at you, but was not finished without pushing you to the floor.

You put on a strong face, standing up and grabbing your stuff before walking out.

You walked for miles in the rain, no car, your phone dead, just you and your thoughts.

You don’t remember much from that night, you’d passed out on some bridge for most of it.

But you remembered one thing.

You remember laying on the bridge, your body fighting for consciousness and thinking would it be so bad if you were to never wake up?

Would anyone actually miss you?

You had your mum left but she mainly focused on your older brother more - he’s a lawyer and had kids - no more explanation needed.

You were so close to completely giving up, so close to letting ending everything.

You used all your strength, pulling yourself up and taking yourself over to the edge of the bridge.

The river underneath was violent, the water crashing against its beds with purpose.

You started counting down in your head, dunking it with your heartbeat.

3… 2…

“Dear! What are you doing?” A voice exclaimed from behind you.

You turned with watery eyes to see a woman, 65 maybe?

You looked in her eyes, a solace look in them.

“Please… look at me. I’m a complete stranger to you. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. But what I do know about you, is you have so much to live for that maybe you don’t realise you have. Take a look around. What do you see?” She began, taking a few steps towards you.

“Bushes, the river, trees.” You listed, taking deep breaths steady your breathing.

“Trees. Look how they’re blowing in the wind. They’ve got no control over themselves. They’re being pushed around and they can’t do anything, but one thing that they are doing, is having a tiny bit of strength to keep them standing. A storm may have big impacts but at the end of the day, they go away. What you’re going through now is just a storm, I promise. You’re young, you’ve got your whole life ahead of you. Go travel, go to London, go somewhere you’ve never been before. You’re just stuck in a storm, a bad one, but at the end of everyone is sunshine.”

You listened to her words, taking into account what she was saying.

Slowly but surely, you stepped back from the edge, collapsing into the womens arms.

You’ll never forget that night.

The woman, you didn’t even find out her name, but you knew she was your guardian angel that night.

And although you didn’t completely believe her words, she was right.

You were in the middle of a passing storm.

Not only two days later, you were sat in your managers office being told you were going to another club.

You were given a list of clubs that were interested but one stood out massively, a London club.

You were doing what the woman told you to do, you were going to London.

Which leads you back to the conversation with Katie, your Arsenal teammate.

“Umm… I’ll have to see how tired I am.” You lied, making up a random excuse.

“You said that last time, Y/N.” Alessia pointed out, a playful smile on her face, a completely innocent one which meant no harm.

“And the time before that.” Kyra then added, gently knocking her shoulder into yours.

“Please come, Y/N. I barely know you, it’ll give us time to get to know you.” Steph explained

You hesitated between yes and no.

“Okay. I’ll be there.” You finally said after a few moments.

Everyone cheered, telling you what time to be there and how excited they were that you’d said yes to going.

Maybe these girls aren’t as bad.

—

You were one of the first ones to arrive at the restaurant, not wanting to be late.

Katie and Caitlin were already there and called you over.

One by one, the team filled the table, a buzz filling the air as everyone chatted to each other.

You sat quietly at the end of the table, having nothing really to say.

“What’re you doing for Christmas, Y/N?” Alessia asked, obviously realising no one was talking to you.

“Nothing much. I’ll probably get a few snacks in and watch some…” you began but soon slowed down your words as you set eyes on someone from across the room.

There, sat your guardian angel, your lifesaver.

“Y/N?” Alessia asked, confused but followed your eyeline to see the woman. “Are you okay?”

“I haven’t seen her in months.” You mumbled to yourself but Alessia also heard.

“Who is she?”

“She saved my life.” You responded, not knowing it would lead to you revealing your secret.

“Oh my god…” Alessia whispered, realising it was a big moment for you seeing her again. “Is she a doctor? Were you ill?”

“No.” You shook your head, your eyes not leaving the woman. “My old team, they used to make comments about me. It started with a few - what I thought were harmless - comments but they continued coming. Over message, in the changing rooms, on the pitch. They made me feel like I didn’t belong there - that I didn’t belong on earth. After the match against PSG—” you began

“—The one where you played a few minutes?” Alessia questioned, you nodding in response. “You played incredible that match. You completely turned the game around.”

“Yeah, I thought that too. But after the match in the changing rooms, I got blamed for the loss. My old teammate pushed me to the floor and the rest of them laughed at me. I ended up walking into the rain and walked for miles. I collapsed on this bridge at some point and I decided to go towards the edge. I was counting down in my head. My heart wasn’t racing, I think it was the calmest I’d felt in years. It was what all my teammates wanted so I was going to do them all a favour. I was going to… I was on seven when I heard a voice behind me. It was her. She saved me.” You explained, looking back to Alessia but seeing 25 sets of eyes on you.

Most of the girls had tears in their eyes, your story hitting them hard.

“That’s why it took so long for to come out with you. It wasn’t any of you personally and I’m sorry if it felt like that but I don’t think I can ever trust teammates again.”

“Y/N, don’t say sorry.” Leah’s breathed out, leaning over the table to take your hand in hers. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“I know it might take some time to realise but not all teams are like them. If you can, can you please trust us. We want to show you what being in a true team feels like.” Kim told you, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“I’d like that, thank you.”

“We’re here for you, Y/N. Here at Arsenal, we’re not just a club, we’re a family. Whether you like it or not. Some of us - Kyra - can be annoying sometimes but at the end of the day, we’re a family, and that’s the most important part. We’d like nothing more than to be your family from now on.” Lia added, sending you a smile.

“A family, huh? I think I’d like that.” You said, a smile appearing on your face.

“Enough of that now. That’s your past, it’s time to think about the future. And I’m not having you all alone on Christmas so you’re coming with me to my family on Christmas.” Alessia stated confidently, not giving you any choice.

“Alessia, I can’t, it’s your—”

“Ah, no — remember we’re family.” Alessia told you, hitting your shoulder with hers.

“Family.” You whispered quietly, smiling to yourself.

You took another look over to the woman.

She was still talking away to the man she was with but managed to catch your eye.

She sent a wink and a smile over to you.

You took your eyes off her for seconds and when you looked again, she was gone.

You never knew her name, and you didn’t know who she was, but you couldn’t be more grateful.

Not only had she saved your life that night, but she had also brought you a family.

[agentumbls]

No, *genuinely*. There's so much to this I want to unpack. The closest thing I've ever felt is perhaps when Adventure Time finally ended, with all its hopes and dreams and untold stories and questions laid to rest, for another generation to find?

The thing is, the TF2 comics are in a class of being "internet media" in a way completely incomprehensible to people who didn't grow up on the internet. From the interactive action panels to the fact that it's a comic strip based on animated shorts about a video game, they rank really high on the "pieces of media that requires a *ridiculous* amount of out-of-medium contextualization to understand" scale (i.e. this is, at least was at first, a funny storytelling exercise in explaining some of the shit you got in TF2 updates). We will not be taking questions about homestuck at this juncture.

So the fact that Scout... that Jeremy, opens the door for you, the audience, on Smissmas Eve, and says to you...

"Thank you. We couldn't have done it without you."

And the rest of it is saying:

...we can rest now.

So to all of them, I think that the Bard said it best:

"All the World's a stage, and the men and women 'pon it merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts."

Merry smissmas everyone.

We couldn't have done it without you.

We made something strange and beautiful for you. A story about how hatred can consume, how getting everything you ever wanted could be the end of who you wanted to be, about looking up to impossible pedestals and growing beyond your fallen gods, about the world we pass on to our children and the folly of trying to hold onto an eternal moment of triumph, about becoming more than trying to be better than your brother and more about trying to be better than yourself, it's about grief and missing all those who can't be there now and can't see this beautiful thing you've made but by fuck they'd be so proud, they'd be so proud of you now, if that heart (mega baboon of course) could beat they would have loved to see what you made for them because it was for us, it was for us the whole time, and they may have been silly little goofy mans who blew each other up and whose miraculous survival may or may not be predicated on a very good doctor and/or lich-level soul transplant, and we're uh. Not gonna get into the whole Tom Jones thing right now so what was it I was saying

hey tf2 tumblr. are we not

talking about thsi?????

ISSUE #7 IS OUT.

LIKE RIGHT NOW.

EVERYBODY GO CRAZY. RIGHT FUCKING NOW. THIS IS HISTORY.

[madridfangirl]

Cricket with the Bellinghams

(Jude & Jobe Bellingham blurb)

'Should we ask her to play as well?’

Jobe asked Jude while nodding in Ananya’s direction. Jude finished setting up the wickets, then turned around to look at his girlfriend who was currently pacing around the living room while on a serious work call. On a Sunday afternoon.

‘She might go all can’t you see I’m dying out here and what makes you think I have time to spare for playing?’

Jobe nodded in support of his brother.

‘Yeah she shooed me away 10 mins ago for breathing too loudly around her.’

‘Exactly. On the other hand, she might go all feminist if we don’t ask her and be like so you assumed I can’t / won’t play just coz I’m a girl?’

Jobe nodded again.

‘Yup, can see that too. What do we do then?’

‘You ask her. She’s sweeter to you.’

‘Oh bollocks. You scared of your girlfriend bro?’

‘Talking about me?’

Both brothers jumped to find her standing right behind them. How did they not hear her come in to the yard at all?

Jude was a little tongue-tied wondering how much she had heard so Jobe decided to take the reins.

‘Just wanted to ask if you’d like to play cricket with us. If your work is done I mean.’

‘Oh it’s not done. It’s never going to be done till I burn that place down. Might as well play a bit.’

Jude scanned her closely - it didn’t look like she had heard much at all. He smiled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

‘Wanna bat first?’

‘Sure. Gonna beat your sorry ass with it.’

Jude’s arm dropped from around her, as did his smile, while Jobe giggled behind the stumps. He could already tell this was going to go places.

‘Excuse me?’

‘You heard me.’

‘You know Jobe and I used to play cricket in school right?’

‘And I’ve grown up watching it. What’s your point?’

While Jude was always fiercely competitive, he knew she was a demonic warrior when she wanted to be. This clearly seemed like that day. He still ranked himself far higher in skill, so he knew it would end the way he wanted it to.

‘Game on then.’

‘Yup.’

‘Not gonna go easy on you dove.’

‘Didn’t ask you to.’

Jobe looked between the two of them, wondering how a light fun-filled afternoon had completely turned on its head. What he didn’t know was that the couple had been arguing over small small things all weekend. The kind of fights where you won’t even know half way in what it really was about or where it started from. So what was happening right now didn’t just originate out of nowhere.

Jude counted the steps of his lineup and got in position. Though he had said no mercy, he still decided to bowl slow, just short of out and out underarm. Even with that he was sure he’d beat her. But at least it would look like a contest then.

He bowled the first delivery. She had all the time in the world to step out of her crease, catch the ball mid -air and hit it into the outfield.

It took Jude two seconds to process what he just saw, after which he chased the ball. By then she had taken two runs. Jobe hooted from behind the stumps, patting her on the back.

All mercy went out of the window then. Jude took a proper run and swung his arm fully for the next delivery. The pace of the ball and short length of this make-shift pitch made the ball go over her head for a bouncer.

She gaped and looked at him in horror.

‘That could have hit me.’

‘Please, that would have gone over Jobe as well.’

‘Tryna show off? Or intimidate me?’

‘Just taking the game seriously.’

He shrugged nonchalantly, which annoyed her even more.

‘Good to know there are a few things you still take seriously.’

‘Wait what’s that supposed to mean?’

‘Just go back and bowl.’

‘Don’t mind if I do.’

Jobe wondered if he should leave them alone and let them sort out whatever the hell was going on here. But both would have given him dirty looks if he even mentioned that. So he stayed shut.

The next ball whipped past her shoulder. Jude just looked her up and down, before walking back for his run-up. The unabashed cockiness pissing her off. He had done that consistently last few days - just setting her off with this air about him.

Next ball came. Straight on her legs. She swung the bat with all her might but couldn’t connect it properly and the ball grazed her front leg.

‘OUT. That’s an LBW.’

‘Nope. That was a no ball.’

‘No it wasn’t. I was way behind my line.’

‘Rubbish. I could see from here it was a no ball.’

‘Jobe?’

Jobe looked between the piercing eyes of both.

‘Yeah I’m not touching that with a barge pole.’

‘Coward.’

They said together, then looked at each other to acknowledge their telepathic connection, corners of their lips threatening to twitch with a smile. But the game was still on and neither was ready to give in.

However, Jobe decided to call it quits and said his goodbye after making some lame excuse. He would rather vegetate in bed than be the go between for this sparring hot headed pair.

‘One final ball. If I get you out I win. If you score even 1 run you win. Else it’s a draw. Deal?’

‘Deal.’

Jude weighed his options. Anything above her torso would be risky, she wasn’t good with ducking or swaying in time. But blocking she was quite adept at, from what he had seen just now, so a clean bowled or LBW targeting the stumps would be the way to go.

He stood on his mark. Before starting his run-up, he gave her a final look, almost giving her the window to back out. But she was a woman on a mission today. To humble his sorry ass. No matter what it took.

He bowled the final delivery. It was on target. Right on her front leg. She tried to block well, just like he had predicted. But it was a straight LBW. Clear as day.

However, celebrating was the last thing on Jude’s mind because in her rapid attempt to block, the ball deflected off the edge and hit her on her index finger.

She didn’t scream. She didn’t make any sound. But the bat dropped from her hand immediately and she turned around, holding her finger tightly.

Jude ran to her and was in front of her in a few seconds.

‘Show me.’

It wasn’t a request. He didn’t leave any room for her to be a sore loser & act out. Instead, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her other hand away to take a good look at the finger.

Then, he moved it a little bit and on one particular angle she cried out in pain.

‘Sorry, had to check for a fracture. But it’s just a sprain. Wait here.’

Again, it wasn’t a request. Jude came back in record time with a first aid kit and a pack of ice. He applied a quick ointment to soothe the nerves, then covered her finger with an ice pack, keeping it there for 2 mins sharp.

‘Try moving it now.’

She did. And just like that the pain was gone.

She looked up at his concerned face with a half-smile.

‘All good.’

Jude stood there motionless for two seconds. She wondered if he had even heard her.

But then he grabbed her arms and pulled her in for a crushing hug, kissing her head and face all over.

‘I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry baby.’

‘It’s fine it was just a sprain and it’s not your fault.’

‘Ofcourse it’s my fault. I hurt you.’

‘Jude, it was an accident.’

‘You got hurt because of me.’

‘Jude, it’s fin…’

He grabbed her face, tilted it up and kissed her like his life depended on it. Her hands came up to his biceps for support.

‘Are you mad at me? And I’m not talking about just now.’

‘No. I mean, I don’t know.’

‘I don’t like us snapping at each other like this. It sucks.’

‘I know baby. It’s just…I don’t know….maybe it’s work…it’s just been super crazy and…..’

‘And sometimes I can be a lot to deal with yeah?’

He looked at her so earnestly that she couldn’t keep herself from giving him a genuine smile.

‘Sometimes. But I know I can be difficult too and it’s just……’

‘Shhhhh it’s ok, it’s fine.’

He pulled her close again, peppering kisses over the top of her head.

‘I know just the thing to let out some frustration.’

‘If you’re talking about sex you can stop talking. I’m still irritated.’

‘Actually that’s an even better idea. But what I had in mind was more like a punching bag. Have one in the gym.'

'That....is a surprisingly brilliant idea.'

He shrugged cockily, and she rolled her eyes at him.

'Wanna give it a go, then? Can show you some punches.'

'Yes pls. Maybe we can make it a thing. I sure might.'

'So long as you don't imagine my face while punching the bag it's cool.'

'We gotta do what we gotta do.'

With that, she turned around and walked back into the house. While Jude stood there a bit, staring after her. She was full of surprises, never a dull moment with her. And Jude loved it all.

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Was missing my babies so literally wrote this in 30 mins. Hope you like it :)

[onlyhereforthestories]

First Holiday With The In-Laws (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Day 22. A shorter one today sorry I didn’t have much time today 🫶

The snow crunched underfoot as you and Leah made your way up the stone path to the front door, the glow of golden light spilling from the windows warming the dark, frosty evening. You could hear laughter inside, a symphony of voices blending together, and it only added to the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Leah squeezed your hand, her soft smile instantly grounding you.

“They’re going to love you,” she said, leaning in to press a kiss to your temple. “Just be yourself.”

The front door swung open before you could respond, and a petite woman with warm brown eyes and a Christmas apron stepped out onto the porch. “There you are! We were starting to think you got lost!” Leah’s mom pulled her into a tight hug, then turned to you with open arms.

“And you must be the one she can’t stop talking about!”

You laughed nervously but leaned into the hug, surprised at how instantly comforting it was. “It’s really nice to meet you,” you said, your voice softer than you intended.

Inside, the house was alive with the smells of cinnamon and roasted turkey, mingling with the sound of chatter and a playlist of Christmas classics. The living room was adorned with twinkling lights and garlands, and in the corner stood a magnificent tree, its ornaments glimmering in the firelight. Leah’s younger siblings were playing a card game on the floor while her father and an uncle debated something passionately at the dining table.

Leah guided you around the room, introducing you to everyone. Her dad gave you a hearty handshake, her sisters pulled you into a spirited debate about whether “Die Hard” was a Christmas movie, and by the time the introductions were over, your nervousness had melted into a bubbling warmth.

Dinner was a feast. The table groaned under the weight of dishes: glazed ham, mashed potatoes, roasted vegetables, and enough pies to rival a bakery. You found yourself laughing between bites as Leah’s family shared stories, their easy banter pulling you in like you’d been part of it forever. Leah’s grandmother took a particular liking to you, pinching your cheek as she teased Leah about “finally bringing someone decent home.”

After dessert, an array of cookies and cakes that left everyone loosening their belts, Leah’s mom announced it was time for games. “We always play charades on Christmas Eve,” she declared, bustling to set up the living room. “But first, let’s do the question jar!”

Leah groaned playfully. “Oh no, not the jar.”

“What’s the jar?” you asked, intrigued.

Leah’s mom grinned mischievously, holding up a festive tin decorated with reindeer. “It’s where we keep all the best and most embarrassing questions and prompts. Everyone has to answer or act out something. No exceptions.”

You found yourself nestled on the couch between Leah and her youngest sibling, a giggly preteen who immediately handed you a piece of paper. “You’re new, so you go first.”

Your question made you laugh: “What’s Leah’s most embarrassing childhood memory?”

Leah groaned louder, burying her face in her hands. “Oh, come on, don’t do this.”

Her brother immediately jumped in. “Oh, I’ve got this one! When Leah was seven, she thought she could build a sled ramp off the roof. It ended with her in the snowbank and her Barbie Dreamhouse crushed underneath her.”

Leah shot him a mock glare, but her laughter was contagious. “Okay, fine, but don’t forget who convinced me it would work,” she retorted, pointing at him.

As the night went on, the jar produced more hilarious confessions and wild dares. Leah’s dad had to attempt an Irish jig, her mom revealed she once dyed her hair green for a dare in college, and Leah herself had to mimic her grandmother’s unmistakable laugh, a performance that had the entire room in stitches, even the grandmother in question.

By the time the games wound down, your cheeks ached from smiling so much, and Leah pulled you into her side, her arm draped casually around your shoulders. Her eyes sparkled as she leaned down to whisper, “I told you they’d love you.”

And they did. It was impossible not to feel it in every warm smile, every hearty laugh, and the way her dad clapped you on the back as you said your goodbyes. As you and Leah stepped back into the snowy night, your heart felt as full as the house behind you, glowing with the love of a family that had just made room for you.

[webco-dawnn]

Winter Hc!!

~ Here are just some fun hcs about what I think the Haikyuu boys would do with you during the winter. This post isn't categorized into teams unlike my other posts, but instead just a jumble of headcanons, so I hope you enjoy! (this includes Kenma Kozume, Osamu Miya, Tsukishima Kei, Bokuto Kotarou, Oikawa Tooru.)

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Kenma⠀.ᐟ 🐈

╭ ; Kenma normally isn't one to go out. So, now with winter rolling in, it actually gives him an excuse not to go outside without the nagging voice of his friends telling him he could be using his valuable time practicing or that he needs some sun since he is pretty pale, afterall. Though he'd probably just stay in his room all day, buried under many blankets and wearing a bunch of layered clothing to warm him up.

When you come over, he doesn't really react. He greets you with a, "hey," flashing a gentle smile before focusing back on his game. You sit down next to him, and that's when he folds. He leans over, laying his head on your shoulder or your chest, eyes glued to the screen in front of him. If you comment on how close he's gotten he'll just say, "it's cold. You're warm. Use your brain." Though his tone held no actual bite of aggression in it.

He'll let you look over his shoulder to watch him play and eventually inch closer to you as the day goes on, until he's fully in your lap, your arms around his waist. There hasn't been a single word uttered ever since Kenma told you you were warm, but it was nice. It was a comfortable silence between the two of you that never got old. Well, silent except for the music and sound effects coming from the Nintendo held between Kenma's hands.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Osamu⠀.ᐟ 🍙

╭ ; You beg to come over to his house, claiming it's "too cold" in yours. Osamu tries to discourage you by telling you that his annoying twin, Atsumu, will be there as well since he has no plans today, or the fact that Osamu hasn't taken a shower yet or done his laundry. He was only trying to discourage you from coming over because.. well, Atsumu was home.. he didn't want his twin brother to see how different he was in front of his significant other. But after some more begging, you finally convince your beloved boyfriend to let you come over.

When you arrive, Osamu's already got hot chocolate made for you, handing it to you after you take your shoes off. Osamu makes some good hot chocolate, which is also another reason why you wanted to come over today. After you've finished the hot drink, he asks if you want to bake cookies with him. He has enough ingredients and a shit ton of free time, so why not?

In the process, you both get flour on your faces and in your hair, cookie dough all over your hands, and stains on both yours and Osamu's cheeks from the handful of chocolate chips you two ate.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Tsukishima⠀.ᐟ 🍋

╭ ; You wake up to a text from Tsukishima, telling you to be ready by 11 AM with no other information. It definitely confused you, but you're used to it since Tsukishima always texted you random things like this with no other information provided.

At 11, he picks you up and, surprise, he brought you two to an ice skating rink. You had been ranting about wanting to go for a while but not wanting to go alone, so Tsukishima took this as his cue to take you ice skating.

On the rink, Tsukishima is definitely a different person. Unlike you with your carefully calculated moves, perfect, careful, precise, Tsukishima is a wobbling mess. He has an iron grip on your bicep, not even daring to separate from you for a minute. He wasn't good at ice skating at all..

Anytime you'd laugh, he'd look up at you, saying, "It's not funny." but you couldn't really take him seriously with just how cute he looked with his red cheeks and nose.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Bokuto⠀.ᐟ 🦉

╭ ; The energetic owl shows up at your door at about noon, a box in his hand. You obviously let the boy in, watching as he took off his shoes before quickly walking over to the kitchen counter and setting the box down. Before you could even question anything, why he's here, (not that you're complaining, just curious) what the box was, you then read the front of the box and figured out that Bokuto was here with the intention of making a gingerbread house with you.

And so the two of you spent the rest of the afternoon making the gingerbread house. The contruction part of it ended about an hour ago, but you two were still working on the decorations of the house. It didn't look the best.. but it was fun. Talking to Bokuto while making the dessert was more than enough of a perfect day for you.

It was about 2 PM when you two finally finished, two hours after you guys had started. You look over to see Bokuto with icing all over his hands, and even some in his hair, along with small candies sticking to his fingers due to the icing. It made you chuckle. You wouldn't trade this for the world.

꒰ ୨ ୧ ◞ 。Oikawa⠀.ᐟ 🌀

╭ ; You weren't surprised when you opened your phone to 12 unread messages from Oikawa, begging you to come over to his house since he was just "So cold without you." You sigh, slipping your phone back into your pocket. You felt no real annoyance toward the boy, you could never feel annoyed with him. You get ready to go to his house before he starts whining even more.

When you get there, Oikawa's face immediately lights up with a wide smile, pulling you close and kissing you all over your face. Many, many kisses littered on your lips and cheeks. After he finished attacking you with his love, he allowed you to come inside. He told you how his parents weren't home before suggesting to rewatch a movie he loved, one you've watched with him about 10 times now. You agreed, but he suddenly changed his mind and suddenly started making tons of snacks.

after 20 minutes, you two finally settle down on the couch, Oikawa's head lying in your lap with a blanket over top of him and on top of your lap. An array of snacks lay on the table as the movie started.

[devilith]

idk dawg if you think that mammon "doesnt feel cared for" then you probably just dont understand the themes of the game or dont ever pay attention to literally anything that the characters do or say ever

because "the brothers fight a lot but despite bickering they love each other more than anything and would protect their family at all costs" is literally the core theme of the entire obey me franchise

they kind of rub it directly in your face that the brothers all love each other. yeah, including mammon. lucifer CONSTANTLY bails mammon out whenever hes in trouble. mammon never faces any consequences for the objectively horrible shit he does to other people because his brothers ALWAYS forgive him. and no, the "tied up on the ceiling" thing doesnt count because it is painfully obvious that its supposed to be a joke (you know, exaggerated physical humor thats so popular in japanese media) and is never played seriously. plus mammon is literally a masochist and they have explicitly said in the game that he enjoys punishments. oh also they have said multiple times in both games that mammon is literally lucifers favorite brother

levi is constantly lending mammon money even though he KNOWS mammon will never pay it back. theres like a billion chats where levi and mammon are talking about watching the same series or playing the same games together. satan has literally gotten mammon jobs before because mammon needed money. asmo goes partying with mammon all the time and compliments mammons fashion and magazine photoshoots and praises mammon a lot. beel looks up to mammon and relies on him as an older brother. like they literally could not make it any more obvious that all the brothers love each other

if the only reason you think that the brothers treat mammon "badly" is because they call him stupid or dumb (when he does objectively stupid things, btw) then sorry but you either dont have siblings yourself or you have such an insanely skewed view of what it means to be treated badly. singlings bicker and argue, thats normal for every family ever. and these are DEMONS. demons who canonically kill other demons for fun (yeah the brothers literally do that) so no actually, calling each other names is not cruel or abusive or whatever

also he literally CAN "physically help himself" and control himself, he just actively chooses not to. this is LITERALLY CANON and you see it in the games dozens of times. i am begging the obey me fandom to learn how to fucking read, my god

If you think about it, the twins are the ones who suffer the most with their sins. The other brothers know how to control their sins well, especially Satan, he can keep his wrath at bay, or calm himself: because they can control their emotions, since their sins are mostly related/correlated to one or to a feeling, not to a physical need, like the twins. Beel is hungry all the time, and Belphie is tired most of it. It’s not like Beel can supress his hunger, he can try, but it wouldn’t work. He will eventually have to eat; same thing happens with Belphie, he can’t help but feel sleepy, and the only solution to it is to sleep. For example, Mammon isn’t greedy all the time, his sin is “activated” when something triggers it - opportunity makes the thief - but we cannot say the same for the twins. Thoughts? :c

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Family Sports Day [PTA Rivals Sequel] | Batfam x Batmom x Batsis

Synopsis: With Valerie now in school, Vivian and Bruce are, once again, active in the PTA at Gotham Academy, along with old rivals. 

When was the last time the entire family came together? The holidays? Valerie's birthday? Thanksgiving – no, Duke spent that with his family and Jason was out of the country for a job, and Dick and Barbara decided to spend it with the Gordon family that year. It's been a while since they saw each other, and when they looked at it, one of the rare times they all were together – that was not for their superhero work – was for Valerie.

Life was just really busy for them, Vivian would remind them whenever Jason and the others would feel bad for not being able to attend any supposed family holiday (but they make sure to shower her with gifts of appreciation for Mother's Day). They know about that reality too. That was their entire childhood afterall. Compromises, missed schools, missed holidays.

But when Valerie called all of them using her mother's phone to tell them about Family Sports Day at school…

How can they say no to that? Especially when she said to them in their video calls: “We have a Family Sports Day at school this Friday – will you be there?”

Jason was in Hong Kong when he got the call, Dick was running around Bludhaven chasing a criminal with Oracle behind the computer and transmitting the call to them both, Tim was with the Young Justice (Kon, Cassie, and Bart were there in the background). Everyone was busy but how can they say no to that?

Or maybe it was the sight of Damian and Duke at the background who had the face saying: you better be there.

No – it was definitely because Valerie asked them, and the fact there were “a lot of games for big brothers and big sisters to play” – her exact words. They were going to win all of that for her.

Now, with Family Sports Day there, Valerie was happily playing a game with Damian as their family drove to her school. 

Looking at the rear-view mirror, Vivian smiled at the sight of Damian and Valerie, and the fact they wore similar shirts with the family team jersey – they were Team Red (which gave Vivian the excuse for her to wear the Manchester United shirt merchandise for the event).

“Are you excited, Val?” Vivian asked her six-year-old daughter.

“Yes!” Valerie answered. “Are you going to play, Mom?”

“Yup, I'll make sure to win the Mom's Sprint.”

“How about Da?”

Bruce glanced at the mirror from the driver's seat and answered: “I'll play with the Dads. And I think your brothers and sisters will also be there.”

“Todd mentioned that they have group sports,” said Damian. “We'll play there.”

“What about Grandpa?” Valerie turned to Alfred, who sat beside her car seat.

Alfred smiled sincerely and said, “Not today, Ms. Valerie. The Doctor said I mustn’t exert too much effort today.”

“It's okay,” Valerie held her grandfather's hand. “We'll just eat ice cream.”

“Yes, I would very much like that.”

Arriving at Gotham Academy, Vivian and Bruce noticed the familiar car and motorcycle in the parking spaces. Dick and the others were already there, and they have probably found a spot for them to settle in. They were right, because when they got to the huge field inside of Gotham Academy’s campus, they found Dick and Barbara setting up the picnic blanket, Jason setting down the cooler with Duke bringing the drinks, and Tim buying from the food trucks that the PTA got for the event, with him were Cassandra and Stephanie. 

“Jay!” Valerie let go of Damian and ran across the field to greet him.

Jason grinned and opened his arms to catch her, when she tackled him, Jason lifted her off the ground and lets her hug him tightly. “Hey, bug,” he greeted her.

“Jay, I missed you! Where did you go this time?”

“Hong Kong, but before that I was in Japan, and I got this for you,” he dug in his pocket and pulled out a small wooden doll that had a painted face, hair, and kimono. 

Valerie accepted the gift and thanked him for it. “Are you staying to play today?”

“Yeah, and I'm gonna win all of it.”

“Jason, we're signed up for the obstacle course and volleyball,” Dick reminded him. “They're team sports.”

“I'll still win them.”

“You're playing volleyball?” Stephanie asked. “Cass and I are signed up for soccer.”

“Football!” Valerie corrected her, teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah,” Stephanie tickled her. “I miss you!” 

“Hi, Val!” Cassandra held the girl's hand.

“I'm glad that you all came,” Bruce told Dick and Barbara.

Dick and Barbara chuckled as they remembered how Valerie called them. 

“It's not like we could say no to that call,” said Barbara. “Valerie knows how to get everyone together.”

“Barbara,” Vivian greeted the woman with an embrace. “Haven't seen you in a while now. How is everything?”

“Great,” Barbara said. “Settling in at Bludhaven. You?”

“Could use a drink, and I'm glad that Val's happy and that everyone's here too. I guess this is our family reunion for the year, huh?”

“We'll see.” I’m glad that everyone’s here, but looking at our crowd and the others… I think we kind of overdid it.”

Barbara raised a brow at her, teasingly. “Really? I mean, in the big brother category, Dick and the others seem to be much older and bigger than the rest. Tim, Duke, and Damian seem to be the only ones who actually fit the category.”

“I know, but is it really bad if it’s because of…” 

Right on cue, a woman appeared just beside their picnic sight was a woman that Bruce and Vivian did not expect to see there. After all, Sharon Lawford’s kids have graduated from Gotham Academy, so what was she doing there?

“Vivian, wow!” Sharon greeted her. “It has been a long time since I saw you and in Gotham Academy too!”

Vivian and Barbara shared a look before she faced the woman with her practiced smile. “Sharon, it’s been a while. I wasn’t expecting you to be here.”

“Well, when my grandson asked me to come for Family Sports Day, I couldn’t say no. I see the whole pack is here,” she nodded to the direction of Bruce and the others who were getting ready for the day and watching over Valerie as she did pull-ups (assisted by her father) on a tree branch. 

“When Valerie told them about Sports Day, they couldn’t say no either. I guess your whole family is also here,” Vivian gestured to the Lawfords at their spot.

“I do have more than one grandchild, Vivian. They all go to Gotham Academy, so it’s only normal that everyone would be here.”

“Right, and what a coincidence, they’re all in the same team,” Barbara pointed out.

“I know, right! What a coincidence, it’s like it’s meant to be! When we found out, we had shirts made – see!” She turned to her back to show the customized shirt that had — “Team Lawford!” Sharon said.

“That’s nice,” Vivian said as she pinched Barbara to stop snickering. “I’m glad that everyone’s there. Val’s just glad that everyone got together for this day, and that she and Bunny are on the same team.”

“Bunny Vreeland?” 

“Yes. I better get back and see that everyone’s settled in for the day. See you on the field, I guess?”

“Just because I have beautiful grandchildren, Vivian, doesn’t mean I can’t do a little exercise. Who knows, we might go against each other in the games!”

Vivian ended the conversation there and went away with Barbara and whispered to the woman’s ear: “She’s going down.”

“Dick did say that you and Bruce have some sort of rivalry with the Lawfords.”

“She’s a complete ass!” she hissed in a whisper. “Don’t think I didn’t see right through what she meant about going up against each other in the games – she’s in the grandparents’ games! I’m a Mom, not a grandparent! Mind you, I’m younger than her – Bruce and I have a six-year age-gap!”

Barbara snickered and wrapped an arm around the woman. “Okay, Mrs. Pryor-Wayne, let’s get you an ice cream to cool down before you destroy and recreate this entire universe all because of some old PTA rivalry.”

~*~

The first event was for the kids – this event was for them after all – with cornhole, where each eat are given pouches of sand to throw and shoot into the holes with scores written on each. Valerie and Bunny played with their classmates in this game, both doing their best in throwing the small pouches of sand to throw. The entire time, as Valerie waited and had her turn, her family were cheering her and Bunny on. Dick even got out his phone to take photos and videos of the event. 

“Come on, Valerie!” Damian called out. “Remember our training!”

“Kick their asses — hey, hey, hey! That kid just pushed her! Hey, that's a foul!” Jason called out.

“Guys, calm down,” Duke told them. “Before we're asked to leave.”

“Damian – Jason, don't!” Vivian pulled them away before they could charge at the kid who accidentally bumped into Valerie and got her landing on her hands, but she did get up and raised a thumbs up at them saying that she was okay. “She's okay!”

It wasn't Valerie's team who won this game, it was Lawford's team – Team Green – who won and they were not shying out from gloating. Even Sharon and Warren Lawford had a look that says they won this one. But Valerie didn't care, she was having fun, she even cheered with Bunny and told her: “We’ll get them next time!”

“We better!” Bunny huffed and then said to their other teammates. “Sack-race team, you better win this!”

Bruce chuckled when he saw little Bunny Vreeland try to give a pep talk to her team while Valerie stood at her side and tried to focus for the next game.

“What a familiar sight,” Veronica Vreeland said, appearing at Bruce's side with ice cream.

“She reminds me of when we were in Gotham Academy,” said Bruce. “Bunny sure is very much like her mother.”

“Well, of course! And I see Valerie’s no different from you when we were kids.”

“And that is?”

“Minding her own business and obsessing on the next game… she might have Vivian's eyes but she does have that look you always have before any game.”

Bruce turned to his daughter and saw her sitting on the grass with the others, quiet, her eyes looking into nothing, while she listened to whatever Bunny Vreeland was telling her now. 

After the sack race, which Lawford's team won again (“Are you sure those kids aren't on steroids?” Jason whispered to Dick), it was the long jump, which Valerie was a part of for both events: the standing long jump and the running jump. 

“You can do this, Penny!” Stephanie called out.

“Come on, Baby!” Vivian cheered.

“Remember our training!” Damain called out.

“Just relax and make sure to tuck and roll when you land, okay?” Dick reminded her from the sidelines. 

Hearing their cheers and reminders, Valerie threw them a thumbs up and said: “Okay!” then waited for her turn. First to do the jump for their team was Bunny for the standing long jump. She set the record for everyone to beat, a couple of her teammates got close to her landing, some a little far off, when it was Valerie's turn, she got all  her strength and jumped —

And landed just a couple of inches from Bunny's mark. 

The loudest to cheer was Jason.

When it was the long running jump, Valerie was the last in the line. Like before someone set the record for everyone to beat, and those who followed either got close, were far off, or advanced from the mark. Then it was Valerie’s turn. The girl was quiet the entire time as she got her focus. When the teachers gave her the signal to go, Valerie started with a sprint, then made her jump at the mark, giving it her all. Upon landing on the sand, she tucked and roll and got on her feet to see the mark. She was far into the lead, setting the farthest record of all of her teammates and their rivaling team.

“YEEEES!” Dick roared and whistled. “YES! THAT'S MY SISTER! I TAUGHT HER THAT! SEE THAT –”

“Dick, calm down,” Tim told him. “People are staring.”

Seeing and hearing their cheers, Valerie ran back to her family for a snack – it was recess – all sweaty and covered in dirt.

“Nice one, kiddo!” Dick gave her a high-five.

“You did good, Valerie,” said Damian.

“Come on, man, you can do better than that!” Duke nudged him, then he turned to Valerie and gave her a fist-bump.  “Good job, Vee.”

“Are you hungry, Val?” Vivian asked as she went to wipe the sweat off the girl's face.

Valerie nodded then joined her father and her grandfather at the picnic blanket where they congratulated her for getting the longest jump record. “Did you see that, Da?”

“I sure did,” Bruce chuckled and handed her a sandwich.  “Don’t eat too fast or you'll get a tummy ache.”

Valerie nodded and munched away. When she saw Veronica and Bunny, she waved at them to join their blanket. Bunny wasted no time in running to where she was and joined their picnic, Veronica followed with their blanket and basket. 

“I look at that,” Veronica nodded at the direction of Sharon Lawford. “Someone’s not too happy that Team Wayne is winning.”

Vivian chuckled. “Ronnie, it's not Team Wayne — it's Team Red.”

“Alright, whatever you say, your majesty. But come on, everyone knows who really is battling this out.” 

“Da!” Valerie called for him. “Da, picture?”

Bruce excused himself from Ronnie and went to his daughter who he scooped off the ground and got on his shoulders, then held Vivian’s hand as they went to the booth where Dick and the others were waiting for them to join the photo booth.

~*~

The next event was for the older siblings, giving the kids time to rest a bit after all that excitement. It was the football match for the older sisters. Cassie, Stephanie, and Barbara went to their places – Barbara got called out by one of the parents, saying she wasn’t Valerie’s sister (it was Sharon who called her out), but then Barbara revealed her engagement ring and said, “by law, I am!”. Battling against Team Red was Team Green, or Team Lawford who had four Lawford young women in the field. 

Barbara snickered and whispered to Stephanie and Cassandra: “This is going to be easy.”

“We’ll win this,” Cassandra said.

“I can do this in my sleep,” Stephanie teasingly yawned.

As they got into position, the other team were sure to see a totally different side of the three young women as a look of determination were on their faces. The whistle was blown, and Barbara was quick to get control of the game. She, Stephanie, and Cassandra ran across the field, passing the ball to each other and the other players of the team. But when it was time to score, it was Cassandra who made the striking kick and missed the Lawford goalkeeper by a hairline. 

“GO, CASS!” Valerie called out from Jason’s shoulders. 

“They’re taking this a little too serious,” Vivian whispered to Bruce and Alfred.

Alfred chuckled. “Well, they did promise Ms. Valerie that they would win the match.”

And true to their word, Team Red won the game with Barbara making the score. 

Valerie cheered with her classmates and family for Team Red’s win.

The Lawfords were not too happy.

~*~

The day progressed with more games for the kids which the Red Team and Green Team battled over. Each win they had, the Wayne children were cheering for her, and then baseball for kids came, and Valerie was playing.

The hitters for the game was Team Red and Team Green as their opponents. The first to be a hitter was Bunny, and the girl was determined to win. When the ball came at her, Bunny hit it and started running, she got to the base just before the opponents could save the marker. Then, a couple of kids later, it was Valerie’s turn. She prepared herself with the bat, and when the ball came at her she hit it without hesitation and made a run for it —

Or not.

Just as she was to take a step, she tripped and landed on her face. Hard. Looking up, the girl saw the Catcher snickering at her and his foot out. He tripped her!

“Strike One!” 

“Hold on! Valerie’s bleeding!” One of the teachers called out.

“Val?” Vivian and Bruce ran to her side, crossing the field to see her. When they got to her, Bruce helped his daughter to her feet and inspected what was wrong. The blood was coming down from her nose and her mouth.

“Val, is everything hurting?” Vivian asked as she prepared the spell to inspect any injury and heal them.

Though she had tears in her eyes, Valerie shrugged, then she spat on her palm, getting a cringed reaction from the Catcher, and showed too her parents what it was. “My tooth came out!”

Vivian and Bruce sighed in relief and laughed. 

“Is that right?” Bruce said, taking the bloody tooth. He beckoned to Jason to bring the cold drink. “Come on, let’s get you to the blanket.”

“But the game’s not done,” said Valerie.

“Yes, but baby, you’re bleeding,” Vivian pointed out. 

“I’m not hurt! My tooth just came out! I wanna keep playing, please.”

Vivian turned to Bruce and saw him smile and nodded. “Okay,” she sighed and wiped away the blood from her chin and her nose. “As long as nothing hurts.”

“I promise, Mom!” Valerie held out her pinkie.

Vivian hooked her pinkie with her daughter’s and kissed her fist as Valerie did the same with her own. “Okay. Your nose doesn’t seem to be broken and Momma fixed it too, to stop the bleeding,” she winked.

“With your fire?”

“Yup, with my fire,” Vivian fixed Valerie’s clothes, hair, and hat then said to the teacher, “She wants to keep going.”

“You sure? That looks like a lot of blood,” said the teacher.

“She’s a tough kid,” Bruce reassured them. “And she says she’s not hurt.” Turning to his daughter, he said, “Make them eat your dust.”

Valerie grinned.

“Here, baby bird,” Jason finally approached them. “Just to stop the bleeding and to clean your face.” He handed her a cold water bottle which she drank from and used to clean her face. “Knock em dead,” he winked at her.

Returning to the sidelines, Vivian and Bruce watched intensely as Valerie reassured her teachers that she was okay to play.

“That was a little too over the top, don’t you think?” Sharon Lawford approached them.

Vivian, this time, did not hide her rolling her eyes. “What is?”

“The way you both went to Valerie. Come on, it’s a sport. If she can’t handle it, she shouldn’t be out there.”

“My daughter is raised with five older brothers and two badass sisters, she’s had her fair-share of bumps and bruises. I know that she can handle it, but that doesn’t stop me from making sure she’s okay,” Vivian told Sharon. “And just so you know, Valerie can kick that little turd’s ass if she wants to.” She pointed at the Catcher’s direction, who happens to be Sharon’s grandchild. 

“You dare call my grandson that?!”

“Yeah, I dare. If you’re going to fight dirty. I can’t wait to beat your ass in the games, Sherwin Lawford.”

Dick and the others were sure that steam was coming out of the woman’s ears as she glared at Vivian. 

“It’s Sharon, and see you at the field, Vivian.”

“Oh you will! And the last thing you’ll see is my cute ass while you chase after me to the finish line!”

Before she could attack Sharon, Bruce wrapped an arm around his wife’s waist to keep her in place, then whispered to her ear, “Calm down. The game is about to start.” Then he placed a kiss on her neck. 

Vivian let out a frustrated groan and went to face the game and focus on Valerie instead.

“This better be the last time I see that woman in Gotham Academy so help me–”

“Okay, time for ice cream,” Barbara handed Vivian an ice cream cup. “Cool off before you burn the whole field.”

“Trust me, this is calm, “ Vivian shoved ice cream to her mouth.

“Really? Because that doesn’t look like…” Stephanie trailed off but was stopped by Cassandra and said: “Mom’s calm.”

“What?”

“Yeah, Viv’s calm,” Duke told Stephanie.

“She’s really calm,” said Tim.

The game continued, and this time after Valerie hit the ball, she jumped over the foot that the catcher was about to push out and ran and ran and ran. She jumped over the others who were about to sabotage her run, and just as the pitchers were to touch base, Valerie skidded on the ground saving the marker. 

“Safe!” The teachers called out. “Team Red wins this round!”

“THAT’S MY GIRL!” Vivian called out.

The next game, Valerie was the pitcher while Team Green were the batter. This was a piece of cake. She always plays catch with her brothers and her mother and father. Damian even taught her how to aim! The first throw--

“STRIKE!”

Lawford, the batter, huffed and prepared again. 

When Valerie got the ball back, she prepared herself. It would take Lawford some time to get used to her throws, so it was okay to still use the same technique, so she did.

“STRIKE!” 

Lawford let out a groan of frustration and prepared again.

Valerie had the ball again. This time, Lawford would know where the ball would come from and where it would be. So, she added a little twist to this throw. Instead of going with her Fastball, she did a Slider. 

“STRIKE! YOU’RE OUT!” 

Valerie smirked at the Lawford boy, and the boy cried at his loss. 

In the end of the game Team Red won with Valerie’s continuous fast and unpredictable throws. It made the other dads and other kids wonder how a six-year-old would know baseball pitches and execute them – not as perfectly but she did them.

~*~

“It’s our turn now,” Dick got up. “Turns out, not many big brothers in our team, so I guess we’ll all head to the field… and that guy who volunteered to be the sixth player.”

Eating her snack, Valerie waved at her brothers as a way to say goodluck. It was the volleyball game this time and Bruce and Vivian knew that this was going to be interesting, especially when the opposing team consisted of Lawfords and Fallbrooks, and the fact those two families’ kids have been picking on Valerie and Bunny. This means war.

The boys were given numbered jerseys to help the referees identify the players easily. Their lineup was an interesting one, with Dick, Duke, and that other guy as middle blockers, Tim as the setter, and Damian and Jason as the Wing Spikers. 

Vivian, who sat on the picnic blanket with Valerie sitting on her lap, and Bruce and Cassandra beside her, sighed as they realized how the game would look like. This wasn’t going to be a game at all. This was just obliteration to the opposing team. 

“Want more apples?” Cassandra offered a slice to Valerie.

Valerie nodded and thanked Cassandra by crawling to her lap so they could watch them came together, giving Vivian the freedom to move around and be closer to her husband who offered her a bite from his food. 

“I have a bad feeling about this,” Vivian said.

“I do too,” Bruce chuckled. “Who’s Val’s tooth — rather, lack of tooth.”

Vivian laughed. “She’s fine, she ate ice cream to stop the bleeding. I’m just glad that she’s okay.” The game started and the one to serve was Damian, and just as they expected the boy’s service was precise and targeted the spot that would make the setter and the wing spiker unable to move. Seeing that Damian was destroying the enemy side with his serves (Jason and Dick were already sitting on the ground, bored out of their minds), Vivian and Bruce decided to get some snacks. 

“We’ll be back,” Vivian told Cassandra and Valerie.

“Okay – oh! Mom, can I have ice cream?” Valerie grinned cheekily.

“You already had ice cream earlier,” Bruce pointed out.

“But my tooth fell out,” she pouted.

Vivian smiled at her and then pinched her nose. “No. You’ve had enough ice cream.”

Valerie got out her mother’s teasing and snuggled in Cassandra’s embrace. “Mom!” She whined.

“How about an adobo tacos from the food truck instead? It’s almost lunch now anyways.”

“Okay!”

“You too, Cass?”

“Yes, Mom,” Cassandra nodded.

“You three too?” Vivian asked Alfred and the others. They all agreed to having tacos.

Walking arm in arm, Vivian and Bruce went to the food-trucks to get food for everybody, as they did, Bruce suddenly had a thought. Just between the two trucks selling vegan and vegetarian products, he pulled Vivian between them where no one was around, and had her against the wall.

“Bruce, what are you doing?” Vivian laughed.

“I missed you, that’s all,” He leaned down to kiss her. “You’ve been busy all week to help get this together.”

“And us sneaking between a vegan food trucks is your way to get us that much needed time alone?” She slung her arms just around his neck and brushed the whisps of his hair, just as she always does and he liked. 

“I love our family —”

“Don’t even think about adding a ‘but’ to that, my love.” She had a teasing glare.

“—I really do, even if they tend to take every minute of our days and —”

“Cockbocks you?” Vivian smirked.

“Yes,” she got on her toes and kissed him again and again. “But it’s not like we can do anything here on school grounds.”

“I know,” Bruce nuzzled at the base of her neck, kissing that spot he knew she liked. “Then just a few minutes alone.”

“Okay, just a few minutes,” Vivian cradled him in her arms and let him hold her. “I missed you too, Bruce.”

“Val did good today.”

“She did. She’s very much like her father. A fighter.”

Bruce chuckled. “She’s very much like her mother… She's stubborn.”

A cough broke their peaceful moment. Bruce let out a muffled groan and got up as they faced Sharon Lawford and her husband, along with a band of moms from the PTA. 

“Sharon,” Bruce greeted. “Warren.”

“Bruce, Vivian,” Sharon said with her mocking smile. “Must I always remind you that this is a school —”

“Yeah, yeah, we know,” Vivian held her husband’s hand. “It was just a hug. Not like I was giving him head, so calm down, Karen.”

“It’s Sharon.”

“That’s what I said. And, see you later at the games — and Warren, I think you and Bruce are going up against each other at the Dad’s basketball match?”

“And the family obstacle course – the mom, dad, and the child gets to play,” Sharon added.

“Right. See you then.”

~*~

Returning to their spot with food, the match just ended the first set with Team Red winning. According to Barbara, Damian eventually had to let the other team get a hit with his serves so there would be an actual game, Dick and Jason were already napping, while Duke and Tim were asking Steph for snacks while they waited for a rally. Still the expected results happened with the “Wayne boys”, as everyone called them, conquering the court.

Before the next set, Dick and Jason asked for a bite from their tacos and a drink before going back to their side of the court. 

“We got you food right after you win this game,” Vivian told them.

“Oh, so it’s either we win or we don’t get food, huh?” Dick snickered. “Noted, didn’t know a lot is at stake.”

They won the next match without breaking a sweat, but they can’t say the same for their opponent with Jason and Damian’s powerful spikes, which were supported by Tim’s incredible setting, Dick and Duke’s blocking abilities. 

“I think you broke those guys’ arms with your spikes, Jason,” Barbara pointed to the direction of the opponents seeking medical attention to see if they broke their arms receiving those spikes.

“Did you see that, Val?” Duke sat beside her. “We won the game.”

“Yeah! You did really great, Duke!” Valerie handed him his taco. “I can’t believe you can jump that high – higher than Dick! Can you teach me that?”

Duke laughed awkwardly. They were not supposed to tell Valerie anything about the vigilante lives of everyone in the family. “You know, Dick’s been training me at the gym. Maybe I can teach you how to jump that high, but you’re already great at jumping – I saw your game at long-jump.”

“But I wanna jump that high!”

“Val!” Bunny ran towards her and started pulling her. “Come on, the next game’s about to start!”

~*~

The next few games the children played for the scores they needed to win the trophy for their team. Valerie and Bunny were leading their whole group the entire time, adamant in getting the trophy. By the end of it, it was tied for both teams, and the only remaining games were the ones for the parents and the family-relay. 

After the kids have tired out in their games, the moms were given a simple game of dribbling or rallying, using a soccer ball or a volleyball they have to keep the ball from falling to the ground for as long as they can, and each minute they keep the ball up would be a point. Vivian took the football while Sharon took the volleyball. 

“May the best woman win, Vivian,” Sharon said.

“You too,” Vivian shrugged.

The game started and Vivian started dribbling the ball, using controlled kicks and receives to keep the football from falling to the ground and from flying off. Many moms have lost to the round before a minute could pass, then there’s Vivian who was determined to be in the game longer, and with her was Sharon who was doing her best.

Just as they were to pass the five-minute mark, Sharon’s ball knocked Vivian’s away from her, knocking them out of the game. 

“Sorry, lost control for a second,” Sharon shrugged.

“I guess the only way to settle this tie with with the Dads’ basketball and the family relay,” Vivian said as they saw the score. 

“I guess so.”

Walking back to her family, Vivian was greeted by pats on the back from them but she went straight for her husband who she pulled down to her height and said to him: “Destroy them.”

Bruce glanced at Dick and Alfred before answering: “Yes, Ma’am.”

Satisfied with his answer, Vivian went to pick up her daughter who was congratulating her for the high score. 

“I wanna play football too, Mom!” Valerie said.

“We can play at the Estate, there's lot of space there.”

“I wanna do those things you did too!”

“Whatever you want, my baby girl!” Vivian kissed her cheek, making Valerie giggle.

When the Dads’ basketball started, Bruce was battling against Warren and the other dads in Team Green. He did have his team to help him in the game, but it was no surprise that Batman was a shooter. He didn't dunk, he would shoot two-pointers or three-pointers the entire time, and outrun his opponents.

To say that his team won was an understatement. Team Red obliterated Team Green, and Valerie couldn't be any prouder of her father for it. She ran across the field to congratulate him, and Bruce carried her on his shoulders so he could also get the congratulatory kiss from his wife.

“Do I get a prize?” He whispered.

“When we get home and if Val decides to sleep early tonight,” Vivian replied.

“I'm sure she will.”

~*~

The last game was family relay. It was supposed to be a three-part race, but then the issue of having twins in one of the classes was raised and they had to adjust it so it was now a four-part race. For Team Wayne, Damian joined the relay and promised Valerie that he was going to win the match for them. 

At the starting part of the line were the kids, all wearing the team colors, and the baton that they will be passing, then a couple of paces ahead were the dads, then the siblings or cousins or volunteer proxies, and then the moms. 

When the whistle was blown, the kids started to run. From the sidelines, Dick and the others cheered for Valerie as she ran, trying her best to get ahead of the other kids from the other teams. 

“MAKE THEM EAT YOUR DUST, PENNY!” Bunny called out, startling Duke and Stephanie who were right beside the Vreelands.

“What can I say? She takes after her mom,”Veronica smirked at them. “Every Wayne needs a Vreeland to pull them out of their introvert-cave.”

Stephanie snorted at that. If only Veronica know how literal she was being right now.

From the last part of the relay, Vivian cheered for Valerie.

“Mrs. Wayne, I'm not sure if you remember me but I'm Sharon Lawford's daughter-in-law,” said the Mom beside her.

“I remember you, you and Dick used to be classmates at school. Laurie, right?”

“Yeah – well, that’s my nickname – it's Laura, but Laurie's fine. How is Dick, I hear he's engaged?”

Valerie finally reached her father to pass the baton, and Bruce was Batman-running and jumping across the obstacles to get to Damian before the other fathers could pass their batons. 

“Yeah, and about time too. I've been rooting for them since they started dating, really,” Vivian chuckled. “And if they do plan to start a family, I don't mind being a grandmother.”

“It's nice to see that Dick's happy. You wouldn't know but we used to date back in school.”

“Did you now? That son of a bitch never told me,” Vivian snickered.

“You know, my son, Cal, would always talk about Valerie – I think he's got a little crush on her. I was wondering if you want to have a playdate with them — I know that you and my mother-in-law don't really get along that well, but I think, for the kids, it'd be nice if they were friends.”

Damian got the baton and was doing monkey bars without breaking a sweat.

Vivian turned to Laurie and smiled. “That would be nice. I'll ask Val if she wants to hang out with Cal. She's a kid with a big heart… but I can't say for that turd who tripped her.”

“Patrick?” Laurie laughed. “Yeah, he's my nephew and all, but he's a total ass.”

“I know!”

“He would shove boogers into Cal's ear, it's disgusting!”

Damian was almost there, and Vivian got ready. 

“Nice chat but I got a race to win,” Vivian told Laurie. 

“Mom!” Damian handed the baton, and Vivian ran. It was a sprint from here, and she was running fast across the field, racing neck-a-neck with the other moms, but she was paces ahead of them —

She crossed the finish line first.

At the board, the scores were placed, making Team Red the winner with the highest score of all the teams. 

Seeing the win, Vivian slumped on the ground to catch her breath, but her peace was disturbed when Valerie tackled her to the ground.

“You were great, Mom!” Valerie said.

“Thank you, baby!” Vivian hugged her. “And you were great too! You ran so fast!”

“Don't I get a hug?” Damian raised a brow at Valerie.

Rolling her eyes, Valerie got up and tackled him to a hug too.

“Don't think I didn't see that,” Damian told her.

“You were great too, Damian,” Valerie grinned. “I wanna do the monkey bars as fast as you do!”

“Go, your team's getting the award.” He ushered her away to join her classmates and friends, leaving Vivian and the others on the grass being joined by their family.

“Water, Ma?” Jason offered her a bottle.

“Thank you, Jay,” Vivian had him sit beside her. “Good job everyone, you just made one little girl's day.”

“And you once again beat Sharon Lawford's ass,” Tim added.

“That's just a bonus,” Vivian leaned on her husband as they watched Valerie and the others get their photos taken with the trophy. “By the way, how do you feel about a playdate with Cal Lawford – Laurie Lafword asked if Val would be interested.”

“That's for Val to decide,” Bruce said.

“But you?”

“It's the Lawfords, Viv. Too many things are happening with them.”

“Maybe a when we head to the park instead.”

“Only in the park,” Bruce agreed.

Jason scoffed. “I wouldn't have any of them near the little bird at all.”

“For once, I agree with you, Todd,” said Damian.

Barbara snickered and said to Damian and Alfred: “And they say it's not about the rivalry.”

[a-bit-of-space]

I don't know how to feel about Callum in season 7. I think the whole Runaan plot was focused entirely on how Ezran and Rayla would feel about their fathers. Callum was playing the role of a boyfriend and a brother but I wish he had the chance to play the part of the child, the son of the murdered father too.

He had lots of outside expectations put on him. It was expected that he talks to Ez to plead Rayla's case, it was expected that he tried to reason with Rayla about how Ez is feeling and dealing with this situation but what about how Callum was feeling? I can't imagine this being easy, being faced with your father's assasin and having to support your girlfriend with getting back her own father who was that assasin.

They showed us the drawing of young Ezran and Callum playing with their father after an episode with Callum playing the same game with the young elfs. Why would they show us that and then act in the episode like Callum didn't have any emotional stake in this case except for just being a brother and boyfriend?

And as a viewer we have the space to feel bad for Ezran and feel how unfair it is to expect him to forgive so quickly. We also understand where Rayla and Runaan are coming from with not wanting to wait any longer before being reunited with their family. But no time or attention is spared for Callum's feelings. I assume somehow he is now fine with it all and doesn't need any time or adjustment, even though this situation must be so strange for him too?

[elderberries-and-honey]

Dear Journal,

Daddy and I had a long talk, and last week I had my last day of school. He says I need to be brave and lead by example for my little sisters. He promised that if I do a good job, one of these days me, him and my sisters will do something special, just us four.

I will admit, though, I was quietly gloomy to be leaving. Daddy and Mommy sent me along with a note explaining the situation at home, and Ms Hoffman seemed awfully sad to hear about the news. She even allowed us ten extra minutes of recess on my last day.

I miss all of my friends back at school, but especially my two best friends, London and Gladys.

London is the sweetest boy in class, and the second smartest, next to Oscar. His Daddy is an engineer and is currently living abroad in America, helping build their railways; which London says is a 'VERY important job'. He also says someday, he'd like to study there but I try not to think about it too much because it would make me too sad to say goodbye.

My other best friend at school is Gladys. She is very funny and she doesn’t even care when Ms Hoffman threatens her with the ruler for talking too much! I think she is very brave for this. Her Mum and Grandad own the most popular bakery in town, Mrs Cole’s Bakery, and Gladys always brings Cozonac bread to share for the holidays.

London always insists on walking me home when Oscar and Atticus want to stay after school to play marbles with the other boys. He says he has no interest in games like that and would rather spend time with me, anyway, even when his friends tease him!

I asked Gladys about this once, and she got even more giggly than usual. She insisted that it's really because London has a crush on me! Oh, what a thing to say!

Even if Gladys is wrong, though, I don't think I would be sad. We are thick as thieves, no matter what. Which is why we have agreed to write each other letters and pass them back and forth between my brothers. I am still eagerly awaiting my first. 

- Florence Belle

[local-hyena]

Allright allright, I think I'm ready now...

TF2 COMIC 7

Saying "I loved it" would be an understatement. It was PERFECT, the perfect ending we deserved. It's been seven goddamn years, I honestly didn't think this issue would ever be released. I started getting into tf2 only recently, about a year ago I think. I hope everyone who've been there from the beginning are happy.

This last issue gave us SO MANY THINGS ! A TIME SKIP WITH THE MERC'S FUTURE ! I CAN'T BELIEVE THEY ALL GOT THE "THEY GOT HOME AND BUILT FAMILIES AND REUNITE FOR CHRISTMAS" TYPE OF FUTURE THAT LITERALLY ALL FANFICS ARE ABOUT. SINGLE DAD SCOUT IS THE GREATEST CHARACTER DEVELOPPEMENT POSSIBLE.

WE ALSO GOT LITERALLY EVERYTHING WE WERE HOPING FOR. WE GOT UNMASKED SPY, WE GOT PAULING'S FIRST NAME, WE GOT SCOUT'S LAST NAME, SCOUT WITH AN UGLY HAIRCUT, WE EVEN GOT PYRO'S DOG AND MEDIC'S BABOON, TOM JONES IS BACK. ALSO HEAVY HAS A BEARD NOW, AND SOLDIER AND ZHANNA HAVE CHILDREN !!

there are of course still unanswered things. However, the fact that the Administrator forgot why she wanted revenge on Mann really adds to her character and the overall story. Also, it seems that Scout still odesn't know that Spy is his father, since he introduces himelf to Scout's children as Scout's coworker... Scout's ma is also noticably absent, I do not want to think about it too much, since Demo's mother is still alive, there is no reason she wouldn't be as well. We're gonna say that she's spending Christmas with another son, since she doesn't really take an important rôle in the comic... Also, as a Medic main, THERE WAS NO MEDIC CONTENT. LIKE, I KNOW THAT THE LAST COMIC WAS VERY MEDIC AND HEAVY FOCUSED, BUT STILL. I always need more Medic content 😭😭 glad to see that Archimedes is here also !

Also, Merasmus why are you so ripped 😂😂 he looks ugly as ever.

I am so very happy that Hale and Olivia both got fired from MannCo. They are finally happy now, with Hale going back with Mags fighting animals and going on other dangerous adventures.

There is ONE lats thing I need to point out. No, two things. First, I wonder what Valve will do now. Now that Team Fortress 2's story has come to an end. What will happen ? Is the game going to stop updating ? Or on the contrary will they go back to working on it ? Is there going to be a Team Fortress 3 ? Or is Team Fortress simply going to end on this perfect note ?

Finally, the ending. It took me a while to understand that the last dinner scene was adressing directly to us, the reader, the player. When I understood that, it hit le right in the heart. I cannot say that tf2 has been à huge part of my life. Like I said, I only got interested last year or so. I don't even oike the game itself that much, online multiplayer competitive FPSs are not my preferred genre. But the story, the characters and what the community makes (yes, the funny GMod machinimas and SFM movies. The memes and the serious stuff, both of them) made me learn to enjoy this universe. I must confess something. For some time, I played Fortnight with my brother. He made me try because I kept saying that I didn't like it, but I hadnd't poayed the game. After my first game, I said that I had some fun, in the end. So, he kinda forced le to play. For... idk, a few years. I do nlt remember the dates but I started the season with the Nomad skin as the ultimate reward, and stopped when there were hoverboards, or whatever they were. I didn't enjoy it because he insisted on being super competitive and was raging 90% of the time. So yeah, I hated every second of it and I vowed to not play competitive online multiplier games anymore. Which is why I absolutly refuse to play Overwatch and League of Legends. I wouldn't say that Team Fortress 2 reconciled me woth these type of games, but after watching all the Meet the Mercs and learning more about the story, I tried playing. I was a bit intimidated as to which class to choose, but after trying out several (and being very influenced by Meet the Medic), I found out that I had the most fun while playing Medic. I do nlt have a very good aim and I tend to die immediatly when I try to shoot at people. I also discovered that, playing an online multiplayer game doesn't have to be competitive. I have 9h30 in tf2, I play very casually. I do not get mad when I die or my team loses, because in the end, I just want to have fun in my own way. So, this ending hit me right in the heart

I... I almost want to print that last panel and hang it on my wall... I know, there's nothing stopping me, but I don't want my family to question it.

Anyways. That was tf2 comic issue 7. I cannot wait to see what the future will bring for our mercs !

[averygrambsbankaccount]

Can you write a lyrason fic,they in the grayson's birthday please.

yes sure! I decided to combine this request with this one and also change it a bit (oops!)

(yes I know I did spin the bottle instead of drink or dare) (im sorry that it’s bad)

spin the bottle!

Lyra and Grayson weren’t exactly dating, at least not in a way that the definition of the word dating covered. They tiptoed around each-other, sneaking longing glances, and maybe one or two more stolen kisses. Or three.

If Lyra was honest, she’s a bit tired of the game. Maybe she does just want Grayson, the arrogant asshole he is, to be her actual…boyfriend.

Grayson’s birthday party wasn’t planned by him, which was obvious if you’d ever met him. His hatred of people would have never allowed something like this. Clearly, his brothers had planned this as some kind of cruel joke on him, and now he had to stand there like a puppet in his thousand dollar suit and greet everyone they invited to the party.

Honestly, Lyra was pretty happy about her invitation. The party was actually fun. She’d never been to a rich person party before, and it was certainly something else.

Maybe the most fun part, though, was watching Grayson stand there uncomfortably, his strong shoulders stiff and his back as straight as a ruler. He greeted the weird rich people who walked past him into the surrounding area, full of fairy lights and tables and food. Whoever had designed this backyard pool type party was a genius.

Lyra sat at a table by herself, sipping some weird rich people drink she assumed had alcohol in it but wasn’t entirely sure about, and she watched the blonde Hawthorne pretend to be a people person.

It’s funny how he tries to hide his awkwardness, she thought.

Someone slid into the seat across from her, and it was none other than the Hawthorne heiress, holding a champagne flute. Her brown hair cascaded down her shoulders and she looked dazzling as ever.

“You should go over and talk to him, you know,” Avery said, looking down into the depths of her drink.

“And why would I do that?” Lyra crossed her arms and leaned back in the cushioned outdoor chair. Man, these things are comfortable.

“Because you like him. And he likes you. And this forced birthday party is a really good chance to make him less uptight.” The heiress took a sip of her champagne and wiggled her manicured eyebrows.

“No way,” Lyra picked at her nails. “…Do you really think so?”

It was no secret that Avery and Jameson and most other Hawthornes and Hawthorne adjacents shipped Grayson and Lyra, but Lyra wanted to hear confirmation from the girl sitting beside her.

“Totally!” Avery leaned forward. “Do you see the way he looks at you?”

Lyra bites her lip. “Yeah.” She says, but quiet enough that it’s possible Avery didn’t hear.

“Just…give it a shot, Lyra.” Avery stands and walk back towards Jameson, who’s talking to Xander by the pool.

Lyra takes a deep breath and one more drink of her maybe alcoholic drink and stands to walk towards the stoic blonde.

I can do this. I can do this. Lyra played encouraging messages on a loop in her brain.

“Grayson.”

“Lyra.” He turned to her, the barest of smiles on the corners of his lips, but that was often the best you could get out of Grayson Hawthorne.

“I-“ Lyra cut herself off, realizing she didn’t actually know what she was going to ask.

Her eyes scanned the area around them, landing on a group of younger attendees playing spin the bottle on the grass. Lyra wasn’t a particularly crazy party type person, but she did enjoy taking risks from time to time.

A smirk appeared on her face. “Come here, Grayson.” She grabbed his arm and led him over the group.

“Could we join, please?”

“Yeah, sure!” A girl in beautiful designer gown that was definitely getting grass stains at the moment said without looking up. When she did, she seemed absolutely shocked at the man standing with Lyra. “And…him, too?”

Lyra couldn’t blame her; no one would expect Grayson Hawthorne to play spin the bottle.

“No, no.” Grayson backed away shaking his head. “Sorry. There must have been a misunderstanding.” He gave Lyra a glare.

“Sorry, he’s shy.” Lyra smiled sweetly at them, then turned to Grayson.

“Could you please, please, please, please play?” She put her best puppy dog eyes, the ones she had only ever used on her mom for extra dessert. “For me?”

She didn’t give him a choice or a chance to respond. She simply dragged him to the ground beside her, in the empty space left in the circle and said “We’re playing.”

If Lyra could have taken a picture of Grayson’s surprised face in that moment, she would’ve framed it and hung it on her wall.

She gripped onto his hand as tight as she could, her knuckles going white. She would not back down, she’s gone too far. If she doesn’t commit, she’ll be just as much of a coward as she was before Avery convinced her.

Grayson kept trying to pull away, but she refused to give in.

The bottle was spun in the middle of the big circle. It landed on two random people, two more random people, and then…Lyra.

Her breathing sped up. I did not think this through, did I?

This might be the day Lyra becomes a devout worshipper, because only God could have given her the luck it required to have the bottle spun again and land on the man beside her; Grayson Fucking Hawthorne.

Lyra didn’t want to waste time, but she did stall a bit while turning to him. Even though they had kissed before, she was still inexplicably scared. 

Her courage came in remembering Avery’s words. She liked him and he liked her, and she could make this mean something.

She grabbed his face and kissed him to the sounds of the group cheering them on. He was silent before, but his lips were anything but. Grayson kissed her back fiercely. He kissed her like no one else was there.

When Lyra pulled back, she giggled, and she looked over to see Grayson having that familiar almost-smile on his face.

“Birthday boy!” The boy sitting beside Grayson clapped on the back and laughed. “Nice, man!”

Grayson didn’t respond to him or any of the others in the group cheering on his sudden break of character, instead just looking intensely at Lyra. All these people here knew him as the stoic business man who takes himself too seriously. So to see Grayson Hawthorne make out with a girl? In front of a crowd?

Well that’s a once in a lifetime chance. That’s something.

And when Lyra led him away and they went behind a wall and kissed again she knew it was something. When they kissed for so long they forgot where they were and her head was spinning and people were looking for Grayson to sing happy birthday, she knew it was something. When Grayson walked out with her, holding her hand and not even telling her to fix her smudged lipstick, she knew it was something.

[rubylovessharks]

Hii!! I saw your post asking for ideas of what to write for Idia’s birthday and I just had to say something! (Feel free to ignore this ofc)

The whole crush trope is one of my obsessions along with Idia so I would love to see how you write Idia realizing that he has a crush on reader who is yuu. Like reader has also their otaku side (way more chill that Idia ofc) and they are patient with him so they got to form a pretty frienship with him and also helped him a lot after his overblot

You can omit this part if you want but im thinking of a really kind and sweet reader who besides Idia has befriended most of the twst cast, but they can act pretty shy if the situation is too overwhelming(?

Idk if that makes sense and sorry for the request and thank you for your time :)

of course i'll take on your request! i really like it too :3 so i'll try my best to write it, and write it well!!

Idia Shroud x Yuu(who is the reader)

no warnings! it's all gonna be fluff :333 but like it has hints of angst but ya know- that's idia for ya :/

It's been quite a long time since you and Idia have become friends, you still remember how you first got to know each other. Idia's brother, Ortho, has found out about your shared interest for gaming and anime and thought that you'd make a great first irl friend for Idia. And the very first moment you got introduced to him you knew that you two really are similar, and it wasn't just Ortho's exaggerated view point.

You both were shy and afraid of social interactions, you both enjoy video games and let's not forget that whenever you got the chance you'd talk Ace's and Deuce's ears off about the various animes you've watched. So you two really do have a lot in common. It's just that Idia seems to distant himself from others, never wanting to leave his room and only going out if he really needed to. And how could you call yourself his good friend if you don't try to make an effort to make his sad life a little better?

And that effort has worked too well. Because now everytime you are even mentioned Idia's heart feels heavy. If before he was just shy yet kind of willing to let you into his life now he feels as if something is totally wrong! Everytime you two hang out he feels as if there's a tugging feeling inside his chest, telling him to get closer and hug you.

The tips of his hair turn a light pink as his face reddens, he chokes a for a moment on nothing as he stares at your form. You were playing games at the moment and Idia couldn't help but think that you are the most beautiful thing in the world. Yet like always Idia tends to go towards the negative outlook on life instead of a positive one, and that leaves him with a bitter taste in his mouth. He remembers that day, or rather specifically that fight.

"Why do you still come hang out with me?" you hear him ask with that soft voice of his. What a stupid question you think to yourself, doesn't he know that you come here to have fun? "What do you mean?" "do you just not remember a week ago?" you put down the controller you held and turned to fully look at him "ya know... When I went berserk and tried to unleash a bunch of monsters out to the world????" "you mean when you overbloted? Yeah I remember. It doesn't change the way I feel about you." Somehow these words pulled harder at his heart, as if you were pulling his very soul closer and closer towards you.

"Ever since I met you you were always showing signs of mental problems, and I still decided to become friends with you." now that Idia thinks about it, he did act like he had no real purpose. And now there's a nagging part in his brain that thinks otherwise.. why did feelings have to be so confusing and weird!? Is what he thinks.

"Well I don't get feelings either...." you say as if you read his mind, "but I'd like to ask, since you brought up the subject," "brought up the subject?" Idia whispers "what do you feel?" Now Idia is completely pink. From his hair to his face, if he could get redder he would! "Did I say that outloud!?" he panics. "Did you not mean to? Shouldn't friends tell eachother their problems and try to help eachother out?" Something about you saying that he's ''just a friend'' makes his heart sink. As if he's falling down after his overblot again, down and down until he hits rock bottom.

"Idia please...." you reach out for him, like you're trying to pull him up, to stop him from falling. "tell me what's wrong." Maybe he should explain the way he feels. Maybe he should try to understand that weird tugging feeling he has. Maybe it's something he just never felt before, and you are the cause of it, the reason he's been feeling more happy than what he's past self has felt on a regular basis.

There's no way it is romantic love...Right?

And he reaches out, holding your hand in his, letting you help him from the endless falling. Getting him out of that pit of dark thoughts. "I love you." You tell him, and he never hit rock bottom once you said that.

All of the sudden he's pink again, and as these words loop through his brain he gets it. That tugging, pulling feeling on his chest, his heart, was his love for you. His yearning to be with you. The want to make you happy as he keeps you by his side to maintain his happiness too.

But he's not deserving..

Is what his old self would've said. But now he knows that if he wants to be with you just as much as you want to be with him, saying no will just harm you. Saying no will just push you away and make you feel as if doesn't want that as well. So he does something he would've never thought he'll do in his life.

"I-I love you too!"

He says shakily as he leans forward to peck your lips, and you too, lean into it making his birthday a happy memory in his eyes again.

[notgonnaedit]

Confusing Feelings

summary: Mira struggles with her feelings, as does Hunter. Meanwhile, Althea thinks they're weird.

Warnings: none

A/n: this was a trade with @dreamsight73! Your OC is awesome and I love her!

The parlor was quiet, save for the soft hum of the music in the background. There had been no jobs for Clone Force 99 for almost a week. Even with Cid giving them everything she had, the team had nothing to do.

Althea sat at the bar, doodling aimlessly with her head resting on her arm. A familiar figure walked over and sat beside her. 

"You're a little young for the bar, wouldn't you say?" Mira asked.

Althea shot her a look. "You're, like, two years older than me," she huffed.

Mira rested her hand on her chest. "I'm actually ten years older than you, but it warms my heart that you think I'm younger."

Althea rolled her lamp-like eyes. "It's probably those potions you brew."

"They're poisons, Thea," the assassin corrected. 

The girl looked up at her. "I'ma medic. And how am I supposed to know what your poisons are if you won't teach me?"

The violet clad woman raised a brow. "Didn't you just say you were a medic?"

Althea huffed. "I still carry a blaster, don't I?"

Mira hummed softly. She knew little of Althea's past, but a girl her age should never have to fight for her life. She would know.  

",I don't know how you keep doing this, kid," a husky voice commented.

Mira was pulled from her thoughts and turned to see Hunter playing dejarik with Omega. The sergeant was losing every game, but he had a content smile on his face. His opponent was suppressing giggles, but was failing.

Hunter leaned back, hands on his knees. "I need a break from this thing."

"No! I'll go easy on you!" Omega practically begged.

A small chuckle escaped Hunter. "Alright, just give me a few minutes." He stood and ruffled the child's curls before walking over to the bar.

Mira's heart fluttered as she watched him. He exuded such confidence and leadership, yet he was always kind to the younger girls. She would never understand why he let her tag along with them, considering his protective nature, but she was grateful nonetheless.

"A little young to be at the bar, aren't you, kiddo?" Hunter asked, setting his hand on Althea's head.

The medic sat up. "Mira said the exact same thing." She huffed before muttering, "I swear, you guys deserve each other."

A nervous laugh left Mira's mouth before she could stop it. Althea looked at her, then at Hunter.

The sergeant had stiffened, and despite the black ink covering half his face, there was a faint red tint. Althea narrowed her eyes. She didn't know Mira too well, but she knew Hunter, and this was weird.

Omega had noticed it as well. She glanced between the sergeant and the assassin before her chocolate hues met Althea's bright ones.

"Riiiiight...." Althea slipped from her stool and moved between the two adults. "I'll just go and see if Tech needs help now."

The pilot had been repairing the ship from their last job with Echo. Wrecker was helping them with the heavy lifting as well.

"I'll go," Omega chimed in, standing to follow the older girl.

"I thought you wanted to play more?" Hunter asked her.

The blonde looked between Mira and her brother. "That's okay."

Great. Mira thought. Just when I couldn't feel any more awkward.

Once the two girls were outside, Althea looked at the younger. "That was weird, right?"

"Definitely!" She agreed. "Why was Hunter looking at her like that?"

Althea frowned. "I don't kn–" She stopped a sudden memory surfacing. "Oh no."

"What is it??" Omega pressed.

"Hunter was looking at her like how my dad would look at my mom." Althea grimaced and stuck her tongue out.

"Your parents?" Omega asked. "That means..."

"He likes her," Althea whispered.

Omega raised a brow. "But you can like people without it being...that. I like you." 

Althea shook her head. "No. He like likes her. Like ‘Lets get married’."

Omega scrunched her nose. "Ew."

"Yeah."

A beat of silence passed between the girls as they approached their ship. Althea put her hand on Omega's shoulder, stopping her. "We can't tell anyone."

"Why not?"

"If Hunter likes Mira but she doesn't like him, it'll break his heart. We can't let it get back to him that we know."

Omega hummed, nodding. Neither girl wanted to see Hunter hurt, so they made an unspoken pact.

Meanwhile, in Cid's parlor, Mira was trying to keep her cool. The girls had left her high and dry, leaving her with an incredibly attractive man she could barely exist around.

"So, they just left," she said in attempt to start conversation.

Hunter kept his gaze on the bar, refusing to meet hers. "Yep."

He always kept his cool during missions and jobs. He never got flustered, yet around Mira it was like he completely forgot how to act.

"Any idea on what the girls are up to?" She asked him.

The sergeant shrugged. "Thea mentioned helping the others on the ship. But I wouldn't be surprised if they found something else to occupy their minds."

"How would you feel about me teaching Althea about poisons?"

Hunter turned his gaze to the assassin before him. "What?"

It was Mira's turn to shrug. "She's been asking me about it lately, but I didn't want to infringe on any rules you had." Her heart rate kicked up. "I mean– I know you guys are close and I didn't want to take away time or anything..."

Hunter stared at the woman. She was asking permission to teach Althea about poisons because she didn't want to break rules or infringe on their relationship?? This had never happened before. Anyone else would have gone behind his back, including his brothers.

She stood there nervously, her beautiful brown eyes watching him warily. Of course she would do something unlike Hunter had ever heard of. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. 

His own heart rate kicked up a notch, his face flushing as he answered her.

"Yeah, I'd think that'd be great."​​​​​​​

[noxinara]

Obey Me! Brothers and what kind of games I think they'd play

this is a very biased list (and long post) based off of games that I've played before :) (jk its really not biased, just games I think they would play!) I made this because I couldn't sleep last night and had brain worms-- Will probably make one for the dateables sometime soon, but this list is just the brothers!

Lucifer

Traditional Board Games.

There have been MANY times where he's been playing various board games with you, Diavolo, and Simeon.

Gets VERY competitive over games like Sorry!, Monopoly, Trouble.... Candy Land???

Will only let Diavolo win.

Shows no mercy to anyone else, including you. Sorry, love.

Card Games.

Particularly amazing at Poker. He would not let Mammon know this... until you guys have an in-house Poker night and he literally takes all??? Has the best poker face you've ever seen.

Won't even let you guys beat him at Uno or Go Fish. Boooooooo.

Puzzle Games.

I could see Luci being very good at Tetris for some reason?

One time Levi challenged him to the game to try and get out of going to RAD one day...

Let's just say he had to go to RAD that day and also had to stay over on cleaning duty. Courtesy of getting absolutely DESTROYED.

Controversial Pick: Rhythm Games.

I could 100000% see Luci tearing up some OSU! But only when all of the brothers are asleep and he's completed most of his work.

They help him unwind.

...Was that rhythmic tapping you heard when walking by his office late one night..? Interesting.

You saw him wearing Levi's VR headset playing Beat Saber one day.

No, you will NOT bring it up and you will NOT let him know of that video you took.

Oh. You posted it on Fab Snap?

Good luck. You're gonna need it.

Mammon

Gambling Games/Apps.

Where I live you can just gamble from home because it's legal to have and play gambling apps?

He would have SO many on his D.D.D. They're taking up so much of his storage space.

Plays them a lot when you're around because he thinks that you're his good luck charm.

He also goes on a lot of Horse Racing and Sports Betting sites...

It got so bad that Lucifer had to figure out how to IP block him from these. it doesn't stop him--

Gacha Games.

Has absolutely insane luck for some reason??? Only on gacha games, tho.

Has definitely played Genshin Impact and Honkai Starrail because of Levi.

He got those 5 star and Ultra Rare pulls he wanted in his first 1-10 pulls? But you? It took you over 100 pulls to get what you wanted. WTF?????

You swear he must be cheating the system somehow. There is NO WAY.

Racing Games.

Particularly the ones that you can have a full racing setup for.

He's splurged thousands of Grimm on this.

Gran Turismo? Forza? F1? iRacing? He has them all.

He is VERY picky about who he lets touch his decked out setup... He'll let you use it any time you want, though. :) You're his treasure, ofc

Controversial Pick: Old School MMOs

Definitely played Old School RuneScape or Black Desert Online or Classic WoW and created gold farming empires.

Doesn't even do end game content, he's just a guild leader making bank off the work of his members.

He probably hosts fun events though.

Would definitely be the kind of guy that makes up scavenger hunts/fashion shows/trivia nights/etc. and gives out sick prizes...

Might also rig these to make sure you or his officers win the best prizes. How sweet.

Leviathan

He is literally THE gamer.

There probably isn't a single genre of game he hasn't played.

His favorite games are definitely MMORPGs and Visual Novels/Dating Sims/Bishojos/Gal games.

Could see him as a raid lead in all of the biggest MMOs like WoW, FFXIV and GW2.

He also 100% visits the degenerate RP server places like Moon Guard's Goldshire and Balmung's Quicksand.

He's definitely not a BLUSHING MESS and rushing to close his game if you catch him in one of these places!!! He would never go there!!! Oh... you want to join him? DEFINITELY NOT.

He would get too jealous of anyone daring to look at you to even let you breath in the vicinity of these degen realms.

He's also done plenty of MMO Ironman challenges and was one of the first people to complete Classic Hardcore WoW entirely solo. Didn't even group for dungeons. What a MAN.

Bishojo/Gal games are his guilty pleasure, how could they not be?

He gets all the waifus with none of the jealousy, right???

What do you mean he picks the same one every time? He can't just cheat on them MC!!

Loves JRPGs and Soulslike games.

Has definitely beaten Elden Ring more times than he can count. Knows literally all of the ins, outs, and secrets and is eagerly anticipating the DLC.

Has probably played every single Final Fantasy game and beaten them all. Would very much have a soft spot for FF4, FF7, and FF9.

Could definitely see him playing MOBAs and 4x strategy/Grand strategy games.

He's not the Grand Admiral of Hell's Navy for nothin'. He knows strategy games like the back of his hand.

The only brother that ever rivals him in strategic knowledge is Satan. (and Lucifer, but we're talking about GAMES here.)

He spends countless hours on League of Legends.

He mains JG/Mid and gets very toxic.

Has favorite characters, but honestly just plays whatever is in meta.

Owns every skin for Ahri, Lux, Katarina, Evelynn, and Akali.

He's definitely in Challengers.

Would 100% make a Smurf account if you wanted to play and would duo bot with you.

He'd play ADC and do anything to protect you, his loving support.

Would not be toxic in your games (unless you are too).

Faker who???

Controversial pick: Casual Mobile Games

Played Flappy Bird all the time when it was popular, still has a cracked copy on his D.D.D... I don't think anyone is beating his high score.

He's got a ridiculous amount of hours on Candy Crush, Angry Birds, and Fruit Ninja.

Would throw his D.D.D into his fish tank and have Henry 2.0 guard it before he'd ever let you catch him on one of these 'normie' games...

But... he secretly likes them so much.

Satan

Hear me out, Satan would be a SUCKER for CYOA (Choose-your-own-adventure)/IF (Interactive Fiction) text games.

Would have Choice of Games, Hosted Games, and Heart's Choice hidden on his D.D.D.

He LOVES immersing himself in story games and creating various MCs.

Oh, look! An RO that reminds him of you? Don't mind him self-inserting.

Probably has character sheets made for his favorite MCs. 

Will play through his favorite stories many, many times.

It all started with Choice of the Deathless and now he owns every game on each platform? (I'm jealous)

Also goes on Dashing Don... What do you MEAN author hasn't finished this story yet? AAAA-

Detective/Mystery/Escape Rooms Games.

I don't think any explanation is needed here. It's just who he is.

Would definitely get all of his brothers (minus Lucifer) together to do a virtual escape room... Unfortunately, it became so chaotic they never finished it. Oh well.

Once played Phasmophobia with Levi, Beel, and Belphie. Was very proud of himself for figuring out the ghost... Definitely did not sacrifice his brothers for the info.

Life Sims.

Specifically ones that let you own or are centered around cats.

Has played every single Sims game and bought their cat and dogs expansions.

Definitely did NOT recreate you and himself with 6 cute cats!!!

He did NOT get the mod that extends household size so that you two could own 97 cats. He wouldn't do that, no way!!!

...Was there actually a baby in the household, too..? Why did it have his hair and your eyes...? SATAN?!?!

you know the Catz DS game? He owned every single version and will NOT let you touch them... Okay. Maybe he gave into letting you touch them, but ONLY when he's supervising!

Very much enjoys RTS Games.

He's scarily good at games like StarCraft Brood Wars/2, the Age of Empires franchise, or Rise of Nations.

He's also gotten into 4x games like Stellaris and Civ. Thanks, Levi.

Don't try and challenge him, he can beat the hardest bots and WIN... THE BOTS LITERALLY CHEAT.

HOW DOES HE DO IT? 

Controversial Pick: Fighting Games

Specifically games like Guilty Gear, Street Fighter, Tekken, BlazBlue, etc. Courtesy of Levi again. Thanks, Levi.

It helps him temper his wrath.

He'll sometimes play Mortal Kombat just for the finishers?? Why is he this way?

He could spend hours learning all the combos and tech of his favorite characters.

Has created himself some tech books and would only show them to you, esp. if you showed interest in learning the games with him!

I could see him and Levi settling disputes by doing best 3 out of 5 1v1s against each other.

Could see him maining Giovanna or Leo from GGST? Tends to prefer rushdown characters. (this one is completely biased, i named my cat after Giovanna from GG--)

Asmodeus

Dress-up/Fashion/Stylist Games.

SuitU, Love Nikki, Covet Fashion - you name it.

He has all of them on his D.D.D and will shell out major Grimm to get any outfit he likes.

Might try to make the outfits he gets in these games for himself and you, because you're the perfect model!

Has a lot of fun with it and might try and talk you into playing with him.

Will definitely post amazing outfits he makes in-game on Devilgram. Will also post countless photos and videos of you two modeling those outfits he brings to life.

...NSFW/Eroge Games.

Not gonna go into detail on these ones because you already know what I mean.

Enjoys playing those games that haunt the front pages of my Steam.

Would proudly play them in front of you to laugh at how ridiculous they are sometimes (as long as you're 18+)

Like Satan, I could see him enjoying Life Sims...

Unlike Satan, it's not because he wants animals.

Plays games like the Sims, Stardew Valley, and Sun Haven.

Self-inserts himself and will romance EVERYONE.

Has the mods where you can marry every single villager and the bed mod that makes your bed MASSIVE so all your husbands and wives can sleep with you.

Made a Sims save with just himself romping around town... No sim is safe from Asmo.

Also has a Sims save with you and him that he openly enjoys more. It has both of you enjoying that Sims Nightlife as celebrities and living in a MASSIVE mansion he custom decorated.

Will also play any Visual Novel/Dating Game that is recommended to him by Levi.

Bonus points if it never shows the MC so he can self-insert himself.

Controversial pick (in this case, not really): VR Games

Specifically things like VRChat or Chillout VR.

Would be extraordinarily popular and have custom avatars of HIMSELF made with so many toggles that it'll make your head spin.

He would always be hanging out in night club or bar worlds.

Occasionally Mammon joins him.

Sometimes he also invites you to join him~! (Would not like it if people started hanging all over you, tho, and would probably bring you to a hot home world with just you and him if that happened...)

Beelzebub

Sports games.

No doubts about this one.

Could definitely see him playing FIFA or Madden.

Levi thinks these are SUPER normie games and is offended to have them in the house.

Beel doesn't care.

Ooo, they made a game of Fangol?!?! He becomes an expert so fast, you have no idea. Would 100% teach you how to play with him.

Loves Cooking Games or Food-themed Games...

He just can't play them for long, however.

One time you got him to play Cooking Mama with you, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon but you had to stop because he got so hungry that he was trying to eat the television????

Would have to bring in MANY snacks and vow to make dishes from the games if you wanted to play these with him around... Which is a shame because he genuinely enjoys them. 

I could see him loving Multiplayer Party/Minigame Games like Mario Party or WarioWare.

You mean he gets to play silly mini games with all of his favorite people?

He doesn't care if he wins, he just loves having you guys around.

Almost always comes in last place when he's playing with you, Belphie, and Levi but that's okay. The faces you guys make when you get your stars are worth it.

Controversial pick (and I mean this one is VERY controversial): FPS games

Now, I know what you're thinking. Beel is a gentle giant and wouldn't play these types of games...

But! I could see him forming 5 stacks with you and his brothers in games like CS2 and Valorant and being scarily good because of his amazing hand-eye coordination and reaction times?

Like he and Levi could easily carry you guys to high Asc/Low Immortal lobbies.

He would just play fill when everyone's around, but his mains would be Kay-O and Breach.

He would always be the initiator in Counter-Strike, following Levi's IGL calls perfectly.

He would also probably love playing games like Squad or Modern Warfare or Battlefield with all of his brothers, you + the dateables.

Belphie

Our resident Horror Game lover.

They give him ideas on how to prank his brothers dreams.

Once made Mammon go through Outlast in his dreams (nightmares??).

You better run, little pig.

But he genuinely enjoys them... When he can stay awake through them.

Hey, you, why don't you just play for him?

Loved playing through games like Amnesia... Unfortunately for you, his love for puzzle psychological horror probably contributed to how he acted in Act 16 OM--

Loves Psychological Dramas and those Interactive Media Games.

You know. The ones where you're combing through footage or watching videos and making choices to find out the hidden/deeper/darker meanings?

He LOVES those.

Usually has you or his brothers playing for him. It's most likely Satan.

You all get equally invested.

Idle Games.

He can run these while he's asleep.

There's nothing more to be said. 

These are the simplest type of games there are....

He's probably got a cookie empire.

Has a soft spot for Kart Racing Games.

Will regularly be in the room when you, Levi, Beel or Mammon are playing.

He's honestly pretty good at them??

When he's not falling asleep behind the wheel that is.

Controversial pick: Auto Battlers

These are games like TFT, Hearthstone Battlegrounds, and DOTA's Auto Chess.

He naps in between rounds and wakes up in 20s increments to prepare for his turn... Why does he have the timing down to a tee???

You're sure you've even seen him pick perfectly in his sleep??? How does he do it?????

Regularly comes in the Top 4, usually first or second. 

What do you mean he's a Challenger TFT player??? Wtf how???

Will not coach you if you ask, but you're free to watch!

Will definitely cuddle with you the whole time he's playing these.

All Brothers, with a bonus YOU!

I could honestly see them ALL enjoying CRPGs as a group.

They always get the mods that let you increase your party size.

Went through Baldur's Gate 3 with you on your recommendation.

They all fought over who would get to play Astarion and Mammon won?!?!

Satan got Gale

Beel got Karlach

Levi was Laz'ael

Lucifer was Wyll

Belphie got Shadowheart

And Asmo made a Dark Urge Bard that looked exactly like himself????

He literally doesn't even make any Dark Urge decisions.

He doesn't want blood staining his clothes. 😔

You got to choose whatever you wanted though!

You took the Dark Urge from Asmo and he just played a normal, flirty bard with impeccable fashion sense.

This playthrough took MONTHS and MONTHS... but you all had a blast!

Literally.

You cannot count the number of times Satan 'accidentally' hit you with fire balls. (He claims he was aiming for Lucifer.)

Lucifer somehow ended up getting you all the luckiest ending? How did he roll 3 nat 20s?????

You're on to play Divinity: Original Sin II next...

Satan has already claimed Fane.

[hellamorte]

do you ever think about how lucanis keeps losing and losing and losing — his entire life? losing his parents, losing his childhood because of the crow training, losing his freedom, his sleep, and one year of his life due to imprisonment. then the maker smiles upon him, and he's discovering something good (rook, the veilguard team, purpose), acquiring something back (his family, his life, his freedom, his job, his city), finding some peace in mundane things (coffee, cooking, taking care of others). it feels like the scales are finally moving, balancing — only for him to lose again. he loses caterina, he can lose his city to blight, he loses at weisshaupt, he loses grip on himself (thanks to spite), he loses control — he loses himself, piece by piece. rook can help lighten the load on his chest (thanks to spite), he gets caterina back, and breathing feels a little bit easier. but loss is not done with him. he loses illario, and it feels like losing a limb, a large piece of himself violently torn away. he's visibly shaken, but no one truly knows what it takes to string the assorted pieces of himself together and keep functioning. and then loss deals what seems like the final blow: some of his friends are dead or lost, and rook is gone, too. he failed; he only knows death, doesn't he? life only takes, and takes, and takes, giving only to tease and take it back. at that moment, he's falling apart completely — until they find rook, and there's a sliver of hope once again. the scales are moving, the team wins, they eventually go back to their lives — and that's when he realizes that the final blow is the life as the first talon.