I headcannon MC to be an actual sheep. It's just that Lord Diavolo and all the other demons just think anything from the human world is a human and Solomon didn’t correct them cuz he thinks it's funny. And that's why all the brothers think MC is so cool. But really they’re just a sheep and don’t understand when they're getting lectured by Lucifer or in danger.
Lucifer: MC don’t go up those stairs or there will be dire consequences !!!
Sheep MC: *Stares blankly*
Lucifer: *starting to get visibly intimidated by sheep MC not saying anything and just quietly staring*
Sheep MC: starts going up the stairs to where Belphie is kept*
Lucifer : *unsure what to do* hey… wait…
Mammon looking on from around the corner: oh wow MC is so cool, they’re even standing up to Lucifer
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john walker who packs your purse for you - keys, wallet, phone because “you’d forget your damn head if it wasn’t attached.”
john walker who calls you “kid” when he’s annoyed but “sweetheart” when he’s proud.
john walker says “sit. I’ll take care of it.” whenever you try to do too much at once.
john walker who orders for you at restaurants without asking—but it’s always exactly what you would’ve chosen.
john walker doesn’t let you sleep in, even on your day off. waking you up by pulling the blanket off you with a smirk, claiming “it’s time, baby girl. let’s go.”
john walker who grumbles about your taste in music, but still hums it under his breath the next day.
john walker pretends he doesn’t care when you’re pouting, but always gives in after exactly 47 seconds.
john walker holds your jaw gently when you’re upset so you’ll look him in the eyes and breathe.
john walker who lets you decorate the house however you want, but rearranged the security cameras his way when you’re not looking.
john walker has to bite his tongue when your friends talk over you, but his hand always tightens on your hip until they shut up on their own.
john walker reminds you to drink water like it’s a mission briefing.
john walker who shakes his head with a smile when you’re trying to act tough—because “you got nothin’ to prove to me, baby.”
john walker watches you sleep sometimes just to calm down after a rough day.
john walker makes a means to walk on the street side of the sidewalk. Always. No discussion.
vi x reader (fluff) - modern au ; around the house
→ she/her pronouns!
self-indulgent, personal headcannons i have for VI!
suggestive and pervy! you've been warned!
an absolute BEAST if she sees you around the house in your loungewear. you won't be able to walk by the kitchen, do laundry, ANYTHING without her hand somewhere on your ass.
she especially loves when you wear just an oversized tee and underwear; goes apeshit if the shirt lifts and she catches a glimpse of your butt while you're doing something mundane like reach for a mug on a shelf.
It's a lazy Sunday at Vi's apartment, meaning that the both of you have most likely haphazardly thrown on each other's clothes as a slim effort at modesty.
Vi has on a raggedy black wifebeater, no bra of course, and some random pair of plaid boxers. You've thrown on a shirt you found on the floor, which you didn't know said, "BIG DICK IS BACK IN TOWN" until you looked in the mirror. Oh well.
Suspecting that Vi would probably be playing Call of Duty in her room or something, you frolick off to the kitchen, thinking you can just make yourself lunch and binge a Netflix show.
You were very wrong. She already started getting bored as soon as she entered the lobby, thinking too much about how she should be with you since you're at her flat anyway.
Discarding her headset to the side, Vi leaps off of her desk chair, excitedly wandering around the apartment to see if she could find you. And she does, finding you reaching up on a shelf for a bowl.
Her eyes aren't on you though, moreso on the literal SLIVER of ass that shows as the t-shirt lifts. You're standing on your tippy-toes too, since Vi purposefully puts the bowls on the top shelf for this exact reason.
Whilst stirring your ramen, you feel a rough palm slide up against where your thighs and ass meet, giving you a good squeeze. It's almost ignorable at this point, since she does it so often. Vi's all up on you, gently pinching your butt before sliding her palms up onto your waist. She pulls you into her as you stir up your ramen, aligning up her front to your back.
A kiss is pressed to your nape, before she leans her cheek on your shoulder. A whiny groan escapes her lips, where she squeezes your waist tight.
"Mmph, you're so cute... you know that?" She murmurs into your ear, like she can't handle it.
The airy giggle that escapes your lips almost has Vi's head spinning, in which she rests her chin on your shoulder to see what's on the stove.
"What'cha making?" She asks, and you affectionately place your hand on top of hers.
"Shin. You wanna share?" You answer, turning the stove off as steam starts to wafe from the pot.
You feel a nod against your shoulder. "Mhm."
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has these strangeeee cravings/struggle meals, mannerisms too. she grew up in prison for most of her teenage-to-adult life, so she had to get creative when it came to food she wanted to eat.
sometimes she'd crush up dry ramen noodles and sprinkle the flavoring packet as a snack, or dip plain bread in applesauce
she will eat ANYTHING, no complaints, she's seen the worst, probably has a stomach of steel
she eats so fast too, so quickly. like those reels about the girl taking her time to eat and the boyfriend finishing his meal in 20 seconds.
i reckon she eats alot too, either fast metabolism, or just that she burns alot of calories in general from being so active.
her body runs warm
DUDE she'll look at people weird too; i feel like she has a staring problem sometimes. if you're at a sephora or something she'll give you some space, but then stare at you from afar like some creep
(i dont know anything about prison)
Over the years of dating Vi, you're noticed the 'prison' behavior that never really washed out of her. She's opened up a lot to you about her experience in jail; what she was in for, how she felt, the types of thing she's had to do to get by. You treat the subject with upmost gentleness, something that Vi's never really used to as someone who's been traumatized her entire life.
You've started to see reoccurring comfort meals that she eats sometimes. Once, you asked Vi if she wanted anything from the supermarket while you out. She texted you; can u get me cheese ritz crackers.
It's almost like you knew Vi was up to something silly; when you came home with the crackers, she did a little, "oooh, yay!" before pressing a wet kiss to your cheek.
"Why'd you want these?" You asked, kicking off your shoes at the door.
She grabbed the packet from your hand, in which you notice a tender, nostalgic expression on her face as she peered at the packaging.
"Mac & cheese." She just said with a cheeky grin, heading over to the kitchen.
You watch as she would scrape the cheese filling off the crackers, put them into a bowl, and melt them down in the microwave with a bit of butter and milk. While that's happening, she'd boil a packet of instant noodles, and then dump the noodles into the 'sauce' and stir it up.
"Y'know, I made this a lot in jail. It's my favorite." She'd explain to you with a full mouth, groaning with every bite she took.
And now, sometimes you make it, just to make Vi happy.
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your first christmas with Vi was super cute. though Vi used to celebrate christmas in early childhood, she doesn't really remember it. christmas time during jail was just receiving small goody bags from charities; nothing heartfelt or meaningful.
vi almost doesn't know what to do with herself during christmas, especially when you're feeling all festive and making gentle decorations around the apartment.
she used to not care about holidays, but now she does, because you do <3
Knelt on the soft, carpeted floor of your apartment, you sit across from Vi. She has on these silly Christmas-themed pajama pants on that you gifted her mid-December, along with the hoodie she likes to sleep in the most. You're bundled up in warm pajamas, complete with a silly Santa hat on top of your head.
Reaching underneath the decorated tree, you pull out a wrapped parcel, handing it to your girlfriend with a warm, excited smile. The way she looks at the present is so confused, so awkwardly cute. Hesitantly, she takes it in her hand.
"Is this for me?"
"Duh! Yes, you can open it." You say with a smile.
You watch as Vi peels back the layers of colorful wrapping paper with a tiny smile on her face, fighting the urge to pull your phone out and start recording like a proud parent.
A little gasp escapes your breath when Vi finally reveals the present; a black, cat-eared beanie you crocheted for her in secret weeks prior. The way her face utterly lights up has your heart melting inside. You realize how big this might be for her; one of her first real Christmases, one of her first real handmade gifts.
She peers up at you, with the beanie in her lap. "Did you make this?"
You nod. "Yeah, you wear beanies a lot so, I thought a kitty-cat one would be cute."
You watch as Vi's face starts to twist whilst looking down at the beanie, her eyebrows loosening while her chin starts to wrinkle just a little bit. She quickly sinks her head low, using the sleeve of her hoodie to wipe away at fat tears that dribble down her cheek.
At first you don't know how to handle it, until you shuffle closer to her on your knees, placing your hand on her knee. After sniffling a few times, she looks to you with reddened eyes, a quivering lip.
Setting the beanie aside onto the carpet, Vi hoists you closer to her with two palms by your sides. She wraps you up in a warm, tight bear hug, digging her cheek into the side of your neck with sniffles against your ear. Vi practically rings all the air out of you with her strong arms, but you tolerate it anyway because you know it's all love.
Smiling, you soothe her with a pat on her shoulder, trying your best to match her level of hug-strength. You then feel muffled words against your shoulder, before Vi sits up.
You can barely ask what she said before Vi tenderly pulls you into her with arms around your shoulders, pressing up her soft lips against yours. The tears on her cheek smear onto your face as Vi pokes and prods at your mouth with her lips, kissing you sweetly with the tiniest sobs in between.
When finished, she hugs you tight again, almost knocking you over onto the carpet.
"I love you." *sniffle* "I'll keep it forever."
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she's a thighs girl, through and through. you literally have to watch when you wear shorts or a skirt because she'll go apeshit like a pubescent teenaged boy.
does dumb in the head when you sit and your thighs squish up against the chair, ESPECIALLY if you sit on her lap.
likes to grope em up with her hands, or rest her head on them
sucking hickeys on them is fun too ;)))))))
"Vi, you really gotta stop doing this in public."
You say with as much of a serious tone as possible, crossing your arms whilst looking up at her. You're both towards the back of the Sephora, amidst searching for a specific perfume that you wanted to try.
Vi only replies with a cheeky smirk, crossing her own arms before trailing her eyes back down towards your thighs. She's insufferable.
"Doing whaaat?" She slyly asks, shifting her weight onto one side.
"Feeling me up like a perv, that's what!" You exclaim in fake annoyance, walking away from her and quickly busying yourself with one of the isles of lipgloss.
Vi makes light grabby hands as she chases after you, playfully whining while you test out a gloss color on the back of your hand.
"But you're so soffttttt-"
Your glare is enough to silence her, walking away like a kicked puppy to make odd mixtures with the makeup testers.
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she's such a goofy goober at heart <333
it's the small silly things that make you giggle the most; putting something odd on her head, staring at you with funny faces, mewing at you, tickling your sides; kid-like stuff.
and when you playfully roll your eyes, she'll just respond with the cheekiest, cat-got-the-cream kind of smile.
she'll go to great, weird lengths to hear you chuckle or laugh.
cackling with her is rare, but literal gold like i'm talking tears coming out the eyes, flip flopping like a fish while laughing, lightly hitting eachother on the arm, scream laughing.
Your girlfriend practically beckons you over to the Spencer's with a spring in her step. Letting her wave you over like an excited puppy, you step into the dark store, whilst Vi eagerly heads over to the t-shirt section. She has a thing for gag-gifts, like odd mugs or silly socks.
You let Vi loose like a child into a park, while you stare at the odd cups and lanyards. Browsing through the very extensive belt collection towards the back of the store, you notice a familiar head of pink hair out the corner of your eye.
"Babes, look!"
If she had a tail it'd be wagging right now, holding a wad of dark grey cloth in between both of her silver-ringed hands. With a sly smile on her face, unraveling the ball of cloth in her hand to put up a large shirt.
It says "two-seater" in the middle, one arrow pointing to the neck of the shirt, while the other points to the bottom of it.
You short, your eyes flickering from the big shirt to Vi's smug face.
"It's perfect for you." You say, and she eagerly nods, folding it over her forearm. She then gives you this silly look, like fluttering her lashes and peering at you with oddly pursed lips. She looks half like a baby that ate a lemon, half like a peasant begging for food.
She steps closer to you, holding the shirt and tugging on your sleeve.
"Can I wear it while you sit on my-"
You harshly hit her on the arm, in which Vi rubs where you hit with fake hurt.
"Shhh, people will hear!"
She stops you before you turn away towards the belts with a hand on your arm, goofily fluttering her eyelashes at you like it's actually going to work. She does that thing you like, ghosting her hand onto your side with a little squeeze.
"...."
The cashier gives you both a look when Vi hands them a few dollar bills, placing the shirt into a paper bag while scroll through your phone.
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extras:
knows how to do that thing where she presses her palm onto your lower tummy while finger-fucking you to make you cum faster
i see her at-home outfit as a band/silly tshirt with the sleeves torn off, plaid boxers, and mismatched fandom socks
sends you godawful memes when you text
never learned to spell properly; sometimes gets certain words wrong too and its a little funny
takes up the whole damn bed, snores, it's like she's having a seizure once she shuts eyes
your first impressions of her are flirty, nonchalant-ish???, and overall genuine. once your relationship gets deep, you start seeing how silly she is, her smaller flaws, how she actually acts around people she loves
Sylvia is basically the sweetest teacher around that many students would cling to during lunch or passing period, but is absolutely the scariest when angry or disciplining students.
> Those kind of sleep-deprived people who would impulsively dye and cut her hair at 3am (but still ends up good?!)
> DEFINITELY one of those kids who were an EXPERT PRO in the knife game
> “So what should we do?”
> “Uh.. the knife game?..
> “Mizu, we’re babysitting the neighbour’s kids and you want to play the fucking knife game?”
> Skips PE but when she’s on the field, GODDAMN ain’t nobody’s gonna survive….. probably gonna accidentally knock 3 people when defending and coming back to class with 7 bruises (so me!!), you don’t fw her ‼️‼️
> Deaf asf like if you said “My mother’s there!” she’ll go “your cat bra pees in the air?” (based on irl experience 💀)
> Doesn’t want to admit that she screamed at the Fnaf jumpscares more than once even after playing it so often
> Had a gacha phase; made GLMMs (if you’re uncultured, it means gacha life mini movie /hj) about those Japanese urban legends that she never posted—
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What is the nichest (is that a word) head canon you have for any of the boys
Oh dang, um……. Maybe that Sky is actually efficient with breathing oxygen since he lives so high up. And maybe that Wild likes puns, though I never really write him much that way. I just love the terrible in-game puns he joins in on.
Ok but unrequited LingFan because Ling loves Ed but LanFan loves Ling but she cant do anything about it and she could never do anything about it because hes a prince and shes his bodyguard
If salt is used for fighting ghosts then would there be a widespread sodium chloride shortage? would all the food be saltless? now, imagine george eating unhealthy highly-processed bad-for-heart-health high-in-cholesterol SALTLESS crisps.
And then, will the need for iron lead to extraction of iron from cows and other kinds of meat before the ironless meat is sold for food? Oh, these poor iron-deficient, hyponatraemic, vitamin D-deficient kids 😔
