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P*rn ☆  Chapter 10, A Saturday well spend

Masterlist Word count: 2.8 k Sylus x Fem!Reader

Summary: You have been following a spicy content creator by the name of Red Crow for some time now. Nothing could’ve prepared you for what would happen when he moves into the apartment next door.

Author's note: Yes, I HC Simone as a lesbian. Fight me.

Warning! This story is meant for mature audiences. It contains sex, swear words, porn, smoking, intimate piercings, mentions of drugs, alcohol, mentions of domestic abuse, and other mature themes. Do not engage if you are under 18.

Mature content under the cut.

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Zayne watches you intently at the breakfast table. He can tell you're nervous to see what mindset Sylus will be in when he gets here, but he's proud of you for insisting on him joining or you going home. With past boyfriends you had never cared this much. It was never because you didn't like or love them, more so because they did not care the same way about you, and you were tired of giving them everything while getting nothing back. 

That being said, he doesn't like that you're just poking around at your breakfast without taking a single bite. They've got a full day ahead and with Sylus joining them, it may become emotionally exhausting. That's not a problem of course, but you should eat. 

'Please eat,' he mumbles. You look up from the table with wide eyes, just now snapping back to reality. Thoughts had been flooding your mind. Everything that could've happened to Sylus runs around your head all at once. You are terrified of what you might see when he gets here. 'I know it's nerve-wracking to sit here and wait, but you need to eat. We've got a long day ahead of us.' 

'You're right.' Of course he's right. He's always right. You finally take a bite. The food is absolutely delicious as it always is when you let Zayne choose the hotel. For a second he revels in your satisfied expression before turning back to his own meal. 

'How do you want to do this?' 

'Hm?' 

'Do you want to take Sylus along for everything or do you want to chance the schedule?' 

'Let's just keep to the schedule. I really had to fight him on coming here so I think the last thing he would want is to feel like he's keeping me from doing what I want,' you explain to Zayne, who nods along with your words. 

'Sounds like a plan.' He gets up from his seat and you notice he's already done eating. 'If you're okay with it, I'm going make a reservation for a restaurant.' You nod. He's got a point. Most places can usually squeeze in two people but three becomes a crowd. 'Make sure you finish your breakfast. Doctor's orders.' Your lips pull into a smile for the first time today as you nod in agreement once more. 

'Thank you, Zayne. For understanding.' 

'Of course.' He walks off, heading back to the room while you finish munching on your breakfast and staring out the window. Your phone is next to your plate and you've been waiting for Sylus to send an update on his whereabouts. He was texting you very early this morning that he couldn't sleep so that he would just head out so he could be there in the morning. He could be arriving at any moment. 

That's when you hear the rumbling of a motorcycle outside. Excited, you quickly shove your breakfast into your mouth and run towards the lobby where you wait for him to park his bike and head inside. It just takes a few minutes before he come sauntering in wearing his motorcycle gear, his helmet swinging in his hand, saddlebags thrown over his shoulder. You almost have to take a moment to compose yourself. Your man looks so handsome. 

'Sylus,' you call. He looks over and smiles, seemingly shedding all his worries the second he sees you. You run over to him and hug his waist. His free arm wraps around you and you feel his lips on top of your head. 

'Thank you,' he whispers as you feel his body soften underneath your touch. Whatever happened must've shaking him up quite a bit for him to be so tense. You decide against asking about it for now. 

'Come on, let me show you our room.' You take his hand and start dragging him towards the elevators. 

'Our room? I thought you would be sharing a room with Doctor Zayne?' 

'No, Zayne likes his privacy, so we get separate rooms.' 

'I like the sound of that,' he teases, shaking your hand off and wrapping his arm around your shoulders. 'And Doctor Zayne is truly alright with all this?' You nod enthusiastically as you press the button to the sixth floor. He smiles ever so slightly and leans down to press a kiss on your lips. 'You are the best damn thing that has ever happened to me.' 

'Sylus, you are wonderful. You deserve everything good that comes your way.' 

'You are too kind, sweetie.' The elevator dings at your floor. 

'I am,' you agree. 'Come on, let's drop your stuff off and tell Zayne that you're here.' He stiffens up a little bit again but does let himself be led by you. You notice his hesitation and stop in your tracks. 'Sylus, I don't know what your history is with Zayne but you should know that he takes patient confidentiality very seriously if it has anything to do with that. He hasn't told me anything nor will he ever tell me anything that goes on inside hospital walls.' 

That seems to do it and he follows you inside the room. 'This is nice,' he notes as he drops his things and looks around the room. 

'Oh, you know, maybe get changed first. We're going on a hike in a bit. I'll go tell Zayne you're here.' You almost rush out of the room again but he grabs your wrist and pulls you into his chest like you're light as a feather. His eyes look at you so intensely, so full of love. 

'Let me just hold you for a second.' You give him your consent by wrapping your arms around his waist once more and holding him as close as you physically can while resting your head against his chest. You feel him lean his head on top of yours as his breathing slowly becomes steadier and his heartbeat slows down as he slowly sways with you. 'Thank you.' 

'You already said that.' 

'I know.' 

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The only thing you did not account for when inviting Sylus along is that you are now not on a trip with one tall man, but with two. The hike feels like a run, walking around town feels like a hike, and your neck fucking hurts. But at least your two favorite people are getting along great. 

You groan as the three of you finally sit down at the restaurant. Your legs are tingling from all the walking and running. The two men sit across from each other, and you sit at the head of the small table. Zayne picked a fairly nice restaurant but nothing to intimidating. It's something that you would have picked too. 

'Doctor Zayne, I want to thank you again for letting me come along,' Sylus says as if he hasn't said it at least five times today. Zayne shakes his head with a laugh. 

'Please, just call me Zayne.' 

'Sorry. Hard to get it out of my system.' He looks over at you, sitting there with a self-satisfied grin while looking at them interact. 'You're enjoying yourself.' 

'It's hard not to. My two favorite men get along. That's something to enjoy,' you tell him. He huffs a laugh in response. Zayne chuckles and pats Sylus hand. 

'I'm glad I finally have someone to take her off my hands.' 

'Hey, don't say it like that. I am lovely,' you playfully argue as you gently nudge Zayne's shoulder. Sylus can't help but stare at you with a lovesick look on his face. He just loves watching you, loves seeing you happy, loves you. Despite all of that, there's a stinging in his chest. His situation changed yesterday, which might mean changing the relationship you have with each other. He'll enjoy it for as long as it lasts. 

'It's no trouble,' he replies to Zayne's joke, 'I'd gladly take her off your hands any time.' 

'You two need to stop talking about me like I'm a burden,' you warn with a teasing grin. You quickly notice the mischievous glint in Sylus eyes as he leans his elbows on the table and folds his hands together, pretending to exclude you from the conversation. 

'Say, Zayne, how did you deal with her constantly being at your door?' 

'Excuse me,' you exclaim, pretending to be offended. 

'Oh, I was barely home because of work so she was barely at my door. The texts though,' Zayne goes along with the joke, a small smile playing on his lips. 

'Rude,' you huff. 

'See, the texts I can handle. It's the constant knocking.' 

'I don't knock at your door all the time.' 

'Well, it's your problem now.' 

'You guys are being mean. How about I leave you on your date and I'll go home,' you suggest, keeping up the offended act as you pretend to get up. Sylus quickly grabs your wrist as you are standing and pulls you down far enough to press a quick kiss on your lips. 

'I'd never betray you for some man,' he whispers to you. It's a joke, all of it is still a joke, but the words come out so sincere. You sit back down with a pretend pout and cross your arms. 'Alright, what will it take for you to smile again?' 

'Nothing. I'm never smiling again.' 

'You sure?' You notice his hand inching closer to your stomach. He is going to try and tickle you. 

'Woah, no, stop, don't do it. I'll smile. Look, big smile.' You pull the biggest smile on your face. Zayne chuckles as Sylus grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles. 

'I prefer you like this,' he whispers, hoping that Zayne can't hear it. He can and he is truly happy for you and Sylus. He's almost gleaming seeing that you have found someone that truly loves you and that Sylus has found someone to love him unconditionally. It's perfect. 

'Hi, my name is Simone. I'll be your server. Did we know what we want to drink yet?' All three of you look up at the waitress a little dumbfounded. Well, except for Zayne. He's the only one who's been looking over the menu. 

'A bottle of still water for the table please. She'll have a glass of vermentino. What do you want Sylus?' You notice the way the waitress is looking between the two men you are with and then at you. She's very pretty and you trust Sylus, but you really don't feel like seeing him get flirted with all night. While Sylus quickly glances over the menu, you take his hand that was laying on the table. 

'Do you want to share a bottle of wine, Sylus?' He leans towards you so the waitress can't hear your little conversation. 

'Sweetie, you are drunk after three glasses of wine, besides I prefer red,' he says with a grin. Clearly he has noticed the way the waitress was looking at him and your slightly possessive nature. It feels like a whirlpool of mixed emotions in his stomach. He remembers how possessive his ex used to be and he knows you're not like that, at the same time he kind of likes it when you do it. He has to remind himself that it's a completely different situation. 'And I only have eyes for you.' He turns back to the waitress. 'I'll have a glass of the Hacienda Monasterio.' 

'I'm sorry, that wine only goes by the bottle.' 

'Can we take the bottle if we don't finish it?' 

'Yes, but I do have to note it's an expensi-' 

'Then it's not a problem.' You try to glance at the wine list to see the price, but he returns it to the waitress before you can see. 

'Alright, I'll go get those drinks and I'll take your food order when I come back.' The waitress almost turns, but decides she has one more thing to say. 'Also, I saw you get a bit uncomfortable so I feel the need to say this,’ she says as she looks at you with a kind smile, 'I am a lesbian.' 

Zayne almost bursts out in laughter, Sylus puts his hand in front of his mouth to hide his smile, and you just sit there catching flies with your mouth. Zayne pinches your thigh to snap you out of it and you quickly apologize. 'I am so sorry. It's just-' 

'No, no, I get it,' Simone says with a smile, 'he's very attractive, as are you. I was just trying to figure out if you were friends or a polycule.' Sylus can't hold it anymore. He tries to bite down on his teeth to keep his laughter from coming out but it fails terribly, as is Zayne. You don't quite know what to say but you suddenly really like this waitress, and you will be flirting with her to tease Sylus. 

'We are not a polycule. He is my boyfriend and that is my best friend,' you explain. She nods and bites her lip a little. 'Why? Were you hoping there was space for one more.' 

She chuckles, seeing where you're going with your joke. Teasingly, she brushes a few loose strands of hair behind her ear. 'I mean.' The two of you burst out laughing together at the dumbfounded faces of the men at the table. 'Okay, okay, I'm getting those drinks because I might die of laughter if I stay here.' 

'Thank you Simone.' You turn to Sylus, who now looks a little conflicted. 'What?' 

'Are you also into women?' 

'Why do you ask?' 

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Sylus paid for the whole dinner as a thank you to Zayne for allowing him to come along. Also, he did not want either of you to pay for an expensive bottle of wine he planned to finish at home.  

When you came back to the hotel, you had a long talk about sexuality and boundaries in the bathroom while you shower and he brushes his teeth and does his skincare. Normally, Sylus and you shower together. That's what you have been doing for the past few weeks at least but today feels different. There's a distance between you two that you can't quite put your finger on. You figure it has something to do with what happened to him yesterday, but he won't tell you anything. 

As you sit on the bed dressed in one of Sylus’ shirts that you stole recently, reading your book, you listen to the shower turn off. You wonder if he'll feel comfortable sleeping with you in one bed if he doesn't feel comfortable taking a shower with you. It's almost as if you're meeting him for the first time all over again. 

The words on the page you're reading don't seem to come through in your mind. You keep rereading the same passage, trying to keep your mind on the page. It doesn't help. Thoughts are racing through your mind faster than you can keep up with. Worst case scenarios keep popping up and you have to convince yourself he'd tell you if it came to that. 

Not that it works. He has barely told you anything about his past, nor why he had a panic attack a few months back. It seems he keeps his secrets close to his chest where they can only hurt him, but he should know by now that nothing could make you run away. 

The bathroom door unlocks and Sylus steps out. He's only wearing boxers and is lazily drying his hair with a towel. For a second, he stops in his tracks when he sees you in his shirt and you notice the slightest twitch of his lips into a smile. 

You close your book as he throws the towel in a corner and approaches the bed. The worries you had melt away when he slips under the covers with you and pulls you into him. His arms wrap around you like you're his safety blanket and his head is against your shoulder. You instinctively start scratching his head with your one hand and put the other on his skin as your legs slot between his. 

It takes mere seconds for his breathing to slow down. He must've been exhausted. He did tell you he couldn't sleep last night but he didn't let it be known that he was tired all day. 

'Sylus?' He hums in response, the rumble going through his chest. 'You know there is nothing you could tell me that would scare me away, right?' He doesn't respond, but his arms tighten around you. 'I love you.' 

It's the first time you've said it and you've been scared to do so. The last person you told you loved them thoroughly explained that they didn't love you back, so not hearing him say something right away is nerve-wracking. Sylus looks up at you and presses a kiss to the underside of your jaw, pulling you impossibly close as if he wants to absorb you into his very being. 

'I love you too.' 

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I'm not ready to let you forget me (part 2).

*edit credit goes to the lovely @defuckingthrone-dot-com

You told your friends you want me dead And said that I did everythin' wrong And you're not wrong

An anon request for lovers to enemies ->part 1.

Summary: It’s been two years since Noah cheated on you, abruptly ending your relationship. However, the universe seems to have a peculiar sense of humor in its plan to reunite you.

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x reader.

CW: none really. Mentions of cheating, Noah can be an overall asshole and a tad bit of angst.

WC: 3.2k

Dividers: Silent-stories.

It's a Friday night, in Vegas no less, and instead of being out on the strip, Sloan has dragged you to the hotel bar.

"Is there a reason for why we're in here and not out on the strip right now?"

"Because, the night is young and there are plenty of hot people here for you to mingle with." She says, nudging your hip. You look out at the sea of people and make a face, using your glass to hide it from Sloan's view while taking a sip of your drink, as you make your way through them from the bar to a booth. 

You hadn't come here seeking a hookup, instead, you wanted a chance to clear your head. However, that had become impossible since the reason for your mental turmoil was now occupying the room next door.

You fall into the booth with a huff, moving over for Sloan to scoot in beside you as she leans in closer to speak to you over the music.

"You know what they say, to get over someone you need to—"

"Don't you dare say get under somebody else."

"Guy or girl, either will do." Sloan shrugs.

Sadly your experiences with women ended just as tragically as they did with men.

"Have you ever noticed how hot Jolly is?"

Sloan's unsolicited comment about Noah's bandmate and friend draws your attention as you follow her gaze and witness five familiar faces entering the bar. It doesn't surprise you and yet now you wish that you were anywhere but here.

"No, I can't say that I have." You're hopeful she catches the disinterest in your tone.

"Oh come on, look at him. Those tattoos, that long hair, the accent! God he's dreamy." She says, bringing her straw to her lips, taking a sip of her drink. "I bet he's a charmer too, a real gentleman."

"Are you really gushing over him right now?"

"A girl can look, can't she?" She briefly glances at you before returning her gaze to Jolly, who stands at the bar with his friends. "Besides, there's something about his age that really ignites my daddy issues."

"Okay, I think you've had enough of this." You reach for her glass, pulling the mixed cocktail away from her.

"I wonder if he likes to be called daddy."

"Please don't." You grimace at the thought.

Your mind had been plagued by what ifs when it came to Noah and his ex. The last thing you needed was to imagine any scenario involving his bandmate and his preferences in the bedroom.

"I'm going to ask him." She declares, shuffling herself to the edge of the booth.

"Sloan!"

"What? I told you, you need to go find someone to help you get over Noah and I need someone to just get my leg over." She laughs and you roll your eyes.

She's like a cat in heat when she finds someone she's interested in. You just wish it weren't someone so closely connected to Noah, and that she wouldn't abandon you right now to pursue them.

You watch her approach Jolly from across the bar, following her usual routine of leaning against him, brushing herself closer, and whispering something in his ear. Almost like clockwork, he finishes his glass of brown liquor and slips off with her.

She's too predictable.

For a fleeting moment, your eyes meet Noah's as you scan the bar. He notices your gaze and raises his glass in a toast. You decide to ignore it, downing your drink and the remaining contents of Sloan's before slipping out of the booth to head to your room for the night, maybe you'll even order room service.

Hopefully tomorrow will have a better start to it.

"He has got to be fucking kidding me." You grumble under your breath, huffing as you roll over and pull your pillow over your head to muffle out the sound currently coming through the wall you share with Noah.

Between the rhythmic banging against the wall and the high-pitched moans you keep hearing, it's safe to assume he isn't alone in there. If his intention had been to annoy you, unfortunately, it was working. You assume it's just another one of his many tactics to get under your skin.

So far, this weekend has been anything but peaceful, and you're starting to regret coming.

Even the tv does little to drown out the noise that is coming through the wall your bed is against.

Eventually, the noise all becomes too much and you find yourself throwing the covers off, drag yourself out of bed with a hefty sigh, deciding to confront the matter at hand and potentially tell him to shut the fuck up.

Rapidly knocking on Noah's hotel room door, you huff and the moment he opens it, you're met with him shirtless, wearing only his boxers. His chest glistens with what could easily be sweat or maybe water. From the sounds you'd heard coming through the wall from his room, you guess it to be the first, especially when you hear the heaviness in his breath.

"Oh hey, we're not being too loud are we?"

Your eyes narrow on him. You hadn't even spoken a word for why you were here, but he had already apparently figured out your reasoning.

"If you're entertaining guests, do you mind keeping it down?" You attempt to peer behind him and into the room, Noah purposely moving his larger frame to block you.

"Sorry. Had no idea we were being that loud." There's a smug grin on his face and what you wouldn't give to slap it off him.

It's two in the morning and perhaps for Vegas that is still early, but for you it's the middle of the night.

"Of course not. So, what unfortunate girl did you manage to convince to come home with you this time, huh?" Crossing your arms over your chest, you raise an eyebrow.

You have no genuine reason or explanation for asking him this, as if you genuinely care to know. Besides, the room has now fallen silent, compared to the incessant noise you were hearing through the wall just moments ago.

"Well…" Rubbing his hand against the back of his neck, a sheepish expression crosses his face, which causes your own brow to furrow.

Then his words are cut off by the sound of a familiar giggle, your eyes widening as you hear the stretched out sound of his name from a voice which turns your blood cold. "Noooowah."

"No, wait! I can explain!" Noah reaches for you as you quickly turn back in the direction of your room, almost catching his fingers in the door when it slams shut behind you.

You spend the rest of the night tossing and turning, the sound of Noah's ex's voice playing on repeat in your head after hearing it come from his room. You more so hate the fact that you're allowing it to bother you at all, but the look on his face had almost screamed guilt to you.

What you hate even more is indulging in a Google search, which inevitably leads you down a rabbit hole, revealing that his ex-girlfriend will indeed be present at the festival they're scheduled to perform at on Sunday.

By morning, you're grumpy and sleep-deprived, but the thought of staying in the room next to them for any longer becomes increasingly irritating. With a heavy sigh, you drag yourself out of bed, quickly showering and changing. Instead of wallowing in self-pity, you decide to explore the hotel and send Sloan a text, informing her of your plans.

"Excuse me?" You look up, only to find yourself once again face to face with the same asshole front man you've been trying to avoid.

It's been an hour of peace this morning and somehow, even in a busy hotel, he still manages to cross paths with you.

"What?" You say through gritted teeth, before you realize that the voice hasn't come from him.

It had been feminine and soft, coming from a young girl who stood nearby, with two of her friends.

"I'm sorry. I was wondering if you would mind taking a photo for us? We're such huge fans of him and..."

You don't need to hear the same old drivel. 

Huge fans, their first time meeting him, would love a group photo, yada yada yada. It wasn't your first time standing on the sidelines and becoming an unofficial photographer for him and the fans who spotted him while he was out.

Catching sight of Noah's face, you see him raising his brows as if to express his silent shame regarding your rudeness directed at the young girl.

"Of course she wouldn't mind." He quickly interjects before you have a moment to register and refuse, forcing a smile as you take her phone from her.

"I'd be delighted." It was a lie, but you could hardly say no now. You'd already been an asshole once.

Lifting the phone, you glance at them through the screen before calling out. "Say cheese." They all comply in unison, the girls striking poses and huddling close to their idol, while Noah raises his signature peace sign.

As soon as you return the phone, Noah has already slipped away and headed back towards his group bandmates, who are eagerly waiting for him.

"Asshole." you mutter to yourself, only to overhear the girls as they begin examining their photo and giggling among themselves.

"Do you think he's single?" One asks.

"I hope so. I might try and shoot my shot with him if he is." Another responds, and you roll your eyes before casting a quick glance behind them, back in Noah's direction as you speak, making sure your voice is loud enough for him to potentially hear.

"I heard he ghosts girls once he gets bored of them." You look back towards the group of girls after catching Noah's head turning slightly in your direction.

"Then I'd just have to make sure he didn't get bored of me." The first girl responds.

"Good luck with that." You throw out a fake smile, catching Noah and his group of friends walking back in your direction. "Just make sure to get yourself tested if you're stupid enough to become one of his groupies." 

As Noah passes by, you turn your full attention to him, speaking more to him than to the girls you're warning. "You never know where he's been."

"There you are!" You hear Sloan before she slips her arm around yours, dragging you away. Leaning in closer, she briefly glances back to the group of girls you had been standing near before asking. "Who are they?"

"Some of Noah's groupies." You make no effort to hide the annoyance in your tone, Sloan catching on and nodding.

"Right. Well, forget about them and Noah."

That had been the plan, you think, but you bite your tongue instead of letting the retort slip, following her lead through the hotel until you reach one of the restaurants serving breakfast.

"I've heard this place is great." She declares, slipping into a booth as you shuffle in on the same side next to her.

"Well after last night I could really do with a sugar rush right now." You reach for the menu, looking over the pancake options.

You pay no mind to the sudden influx of noise behind you, until you hear Sloan's voice. "Hi Jolly."

You whip your head around, almost giving yourself whiplash in the process, and see the table behind you is now occupied with the familiar sight of the Omens, Noah sitting himself on the booth which backs right onto your own.

"Oh, didn't see you there."

"Funny that." You force a grin and turn your attention back onto the menu before hearing him chime up once more.

"What are you thinking of getting? I heard the pancakes are great."

You know the question is directed to you. You can sense his presence, the heat of his gaze hovering just inches away from your shoulder as he scans the menu in your hands. In a sudden burst of energy, you slam it down onto the table, turning your head just enough to be face-to-face with him.

"Do you really have to sit here? A whole restaurant and you choose here."

"It's got the best view." A smug grin breaks out across his face.

"What?" Your voice inches a couple of octaves higher as though ready to scream at him before he draws your attention to a nearby window.

"Of the strip."

As quickly as your blood pressure has risen, it lowers again and you almost feel dizzy from it. 

"I think I'm going to be sick." You mumble, turning yourself back around and leaning forward against the table, holding your head in your hands.

"Late night or something?"

He just doesn't know when to stop. Even worse is his friends don't even make an attempt to stop him or advise him to shut the fuck up.

"Not as late as you." You throw back, lifting your head and briefly glancing over your shoulder. "Besides, it's kind of hard to sleep when your neighbor is making a ruckus all night. What time did your guest slip out last night, hm? You didn't want to invite her for breakfast?"

"Guest?" Folio asks. "We didn't have anyone in our—ow!" He cuts off as you catch Noah jabbing him in the side, furrowing your brow at them.

"What can I say? She's not as high maintenance as most girls."

"By that you mean she's easy."

"Easy to please, easy to leave."

Right at that moment, a server approaches your table, completely disregarding yours and Sloan's, as she attends to the group of guys at the table next to you. 

This makes you what you think is irrationally angry, until you hear Sloan mutter under her breath. "Bitch." 

You have to press your lips together to prevent your laughter from escaping, and then, from behind you, you hear Noah's voice.

"They're with us too." A glance behind reveals him pointing a thumb in your direction.

Once the server has taken your orders, you hear Nicholas speak up, looking over into your booth as he asks. "We were planning on going to a laser tag place this afternoon if you want to come?" 

"No."

"Yes!"

You and Sloan respond in unison, turning to look at one another as you respond with the same answers again.

Forcing a smile, you lean in as you speak under your breath to her so as not to allow any of the guys, particularly Noah who is sitting in the booth which backs against your own, to hear. "I thought this was a girls weekend."

"Are you really going to pass up an opportunity to shoot the man who broke your heart in the chest? Even if it is fake?" She argues and you contemplate it.

You can't deny the idea isn't promising, perhaps even therapeutic.

"Good point." You nod and pull back, turning your head to look over at Nicholas. "Okay, we're in."

Though you don't look, you swear from the corner of your eye, you catch a grin forming on Noah's face.

"I can't believe that you've convinced me to do this." Looking over to Sloan, you shake your head, pulling on the vest for your laser tag session before stepping up to her for help tightening it where needed. 

"Would you rather be back at the hotel in the spa?" She gives you a look and you quickly cave, mumbling a 'no' under your breath.

Unlike Sloan, a spa day was hardly something you found enjoyable. You were more of an active person, and a game of laser tag, where you could potentially shoot your ex multiple times without feeling guilty or causing any harm, provided you with a much-needed form of therapy. 

"Then it's settled. You're all ready." She declares and gives herself a spin for you to admire her new combat laser tag look. "How do I look? Do you think Jolly would like it?"

"I think you could wear a black bag and still pull it off." You laugh, slipping out from the changing area and back into the waiting area. "Did you really hook up with Jolly last night?"

"A girl doesn't kiss and tell." Sloan raises a hand to flip her hair back over her shoulder.

"Please, you've told me, in excruciating detail, might I add, the things that have happened pre first date between you and someone else."

"I don't know what you mean. Some of us are a little more classy than those who will give their ex-boyfriends a quick jerk off in the tour bus bunk."

You scoff, your mouth dropping open. "Jolly told you about that?!"

Stepping up to the counter, you both receive your laser guns and hold yours up in aid of your threat that follows. "He'll be the first on my hit list."

The upside to running around in the dark with only LED lights lighting the way is you have yet to actually run into your ex. The room is big enough to spread out and hide, as well as avoid crossing his path. You almost start to wonder if he's here at all until you literally run into him.

The first thing you do is raise your laser gun to him and shoot before he bursts into laughter. "We're on the same team, you goof."

You look at the target lights on his vest and then the ones on your own, seeing they're in fact both red. "Fuck you." You grumble and attempt to shoot him again, though it causes no damage.

"You really want to shoot me that badly, huh?"

'Oh, you have no idea." Even in the dark your eyes lock dead onto his, feeling nothing but pure anger towards him.

Between his smug attitude this morning and the events you witnessed last night after banging on his door, you were more than prepared to take him down if necessary.

"Listen, about last night." 

You're both standing in the open, exposed to anyone who might still be in the game. Instead of suggesting that you move, you give him the chance to explain himself, especially since you notice movement behind him when you glance over his shoulder. 

"It's not what you think."

"Like I haven't heard that one before, Noah." You scoff, your gaze shifting back to him.

"I'm serious."

"I'm sure you are but unfortunately for you, I don't care." You take a step closer to him, your gun pointed at his chest once more.

"Have you not learnt that you can't do anything with that, yet?" He chortles and you gaze up at him,  a wicked grin crossing your lips. 

"I can't, but he can." You gesture behind his shoulder with a nod, and just as you do, Folio sneaks up behind him, firing his laser and causing him to be ejected from the game.

"How does it feel to be stabbed in the back by someone you thought you could trust?"

You're aware that he understands the metaphor here, that Folio's actions represent his own, and leaving him with a final smug grin, you dash to one of the dimly lit corners of the spacious room to complete the remainder of the round with the few of you who remain.

Although your team technically loses, it feels like a victory for you because it means Noah has lost. Considering his reputation as a sore loser, you find amusement in watching him sulk as you finally exit the laser tag arena.

Tagged: @fadingangelwisp @blade-dressed-in-red @deathblacksmoke @collisionofyourkissmakesitsohard @geminigirlfromfinland  @fuck1ng-queen @ichoosetenderomens @xxkittenkissesxx @lacy1986 @Chey-h @halfalgorithmhafdeity @annthepenguin @samanthasgone

[valyvinny]

⚠️Caleb myth and story spoilers ahead ⚠️

okay so I just finished Caleb’s myth and everything makes so much more sense now. I had a suspicion that Caleb was chipped from the get go and his myth confirmed it. But it seems like everyone who gets the chip implanted in them has their memories erased and they become cold and emotionless. Which explains the drastic shift in Caleb’s personality (Though he has always been protective over MC since their childhood).

I think the myth was an excellent bridge to the gaps in the main story. I was wondering though how he still has his memories and affection towards MC intact. Because we saw what the chip did to Kevi in the main story and Liam in the myths. It made sense towards the end of the myth though where it’s revealed by professor Lucius and the scientist that Caleb has essentially compartmentalized (or black holed if you will) his memories of MC to the point that the chip is unable to touch or erase those memories. So in Farspace bloomfall, when he reaches an emotional threshold, the chip attempts to erase his memories for him to regain stability. So he temporarily forgets exactly who MC is but still remembers the way she makes him feel and has vague recollections of her. Also MC 100% matches Caleb’s freak in the myth and the chip definitely influences actions to some degree at least.

Anyway, from my understanding, Ever (who I assume Professor Lucius is working for) is after MC’s aether core or in fact someone who can harness the power of the aether core. MC (and Caleb I think) were experimented on as children with Granny Josephine heading the team and MC was the most successful candidate out of the experiments. But Granny’s conscience kicked in and she left with them. But Ever is still after MC because she’s the ideal candidate for their experiment. Ever is basically trying to convert human beings to wanderers but everytime they attempt the experiment, the protocores destabilize. But the aether core in MC’s heart is somehow stable which is why they’re so intent on finding her.

So Caleb has volunteered himself up to be experimented on by trying to convince them that he’d be a greater asset and a better candidate for the experiments, in an attempt to protect MC. But they’re only planning to keep him around until he becomes ‘useless’. With the chip as well, it seems like their objective is to create people with no ‘weaknesses’. Basically a new kind of human + wanderer super being I think? Idk feel free to correct me.

Either way my heart hurts for Caleb. He truly has been through a lot. I’m gonna assume that when Caleb and MC were experimented on as kids, Caleb watch MC die and come back to life and being put through the trials. MC remembers none of this, but maybe Caleb does? Which would explain the need to protect MC. Also, his willingness to throw himself in harms way and have anything happen to him as long as MC is safe. Ugh. I think he’s playing double agent at the moment. He’s trying to take down Ever from within if that makes sense? Being a colonel as well gives him that reach. I think he knows he’s running on borrowed time because he mentions that MC’s powers haven’t awakened or become stronger so, it’s only a matter of time before Ever starts actively pursuing MC and deem him useless. Maybe that’s why he’s so frantic? Idk I can only assume.

[expelliarmus444]

If texting were a thing in the 1890s pt 10

MC: okay i need your help Ominis: dear god what is it Sebastian: what happened love Ominis: "love"????? really??? on my perfectly good phone that i now have to throw out???????? Sebastian: lol MC: Binky got out again Ominis: im going to drop out MC: im being serious Ominis: so am i Sebastian: how? MC: so i went to take care of Binky with Amit right Sebastian: right Sebastian: wait Sebastian: WITH AMIT?????? Sebastian: WHY NOT ME MC: omg not relevant Sebastian: no way ur cheating on me and this is how i find out Ominis: could you stop barking like a dog and let her finish her story you dumbass Ominis: she's not cheating on you Ominis: stop insulting her Ominis: in fact i think she should break up with you since ur such an ass Sebastian: Ominis do we have a problem rn Ominis: hmm let me think. you threatened to duel me then laughed at me for being in the theater club, your mooncalf ate my book, you keep leaving your books on the floor, you asked me to grope you Ominis: oh and u killed ur uncle but i told MC i'd let that one go MC: god damn you do need couples therapy MC: anyway Binky is now roaming the halls Sebastian: WHERE Ominis: you're kidding... *Ominis has changed the group chat name to TWO IDIOTS, ONE VICTIM* MC: LMAO Sebastian: pls why is it accurate Sebastian: Ominis im sorry for being a dick Sebastian: ill get you a chocolate frog Ominis: and a new herbology book Sebastian: ugh fine Ominis: amazing i forgive your crimes MC: okay can you help me get Binky or what Ominis: ugh fine, i will do it Sebastian: a mooncalf will be pretty easy to spot so we should split up to look for him Ominis: easy for you to spot Ominis: im not spotting anything Ominis: asshat Sebastian: fuck Sebastian: okay two chocolate frogs, a herbology book, and a butter beer Ominis: how generous of you, hopefully you'll also gift me a will to live while you're at it.

[deepamuthukrishnan]

The Science of it All

High school Luke Hughes and OC

Summary: Divya (the oc) has to help Luke catch up with assignments that he missed from his AP Environmental Science class.

Warnings: cursing

Author’s Note: This is loosely inspired by me and my experiences in APES and it’s one of my favorite classes. If you’re American, in high school, and your school offers it, take it. I’m trying to get this to be a series if I can. But I tried to make this like normal but also enjoyable. So enjoy!!

Chapter 1:

Divya’s POV

“Morning Miss. Renaldi.” I greet as I walk into her room. I walk over to my desk, looking at the board to see the agenda for the day.

Finish Tragedy of the Commons Notes

Start Impacts of Overfishing Notes

MAYBE: Start Fishing Silent Debate.

It doesn’t look so bad and I love a notes day in APES. They’re therapeutic and I love this class.

I sit down and I’m greeted by Eesha, a family friend and her friend Sasha. Eesha’s family owns a few restaurants and my dad is close with her dad. We’re not that close but we’re nice.

I take my phone out and I send a few snaps on Snapchat and go through my friend’s stories before opening instagram and going through my feed.

About 2 minutes go by and some boy sits right next to me. He’s kinda cute, tall with light brown curly hair that reaches the nape of his neck.

I wonder if he’s a new kid or transferred to this class because I’ve never seen him before.

The bell rings and Miss. Renaldi, like clockwork, walks into the room and stands behind her computer that’s on the massive lab table in the front of the room, putting in attendance. After finishing that, she fixes the HDMI cord that’s connected to her laptop.

“Good morning guys! How are we?” She asks and gets the same answesr: a few grumbles and a few goods, with Andrew Paulichi yelling amazing.

It’s funny because apart from me and Jacob Anatoli, we’re the only juniors taking the class, I think?

I don’t know about Mystery Boy sitting next to me.

“We’re gonna finish up our tragedy of the commons notes and start our impacts of overfishing notes and if we have time, we’re gonna go a fishing silent debate. If we don’t get to it, we will do that next class. Just a reminder that quiz corrections are due Friday morning and that Tragedy of the Commons edpuzzle is due tomorrow.” Renaldi says and pulls up the slideshow with the notes and people pulling out their notebooks and pens, some taking their chromebooks out.

I take my binder and pencil case out when I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to look at Mystery Boy and try not to get lost in his muted blue eyes.

“This is gonna sound stupid but can I borrow a sheet of paper and a pen or a pencil?” He asks.

I try not to let my face show an expression of judgement before I opened my binder and give him two sheets of loose leaf paper and a mechanical pencil from Walmart.

“Thanks.” He says. I turn back to my unfinished Tragedy of the Commons notes, listening to Renaldi go on about how to stop a Commons problem when Mystery Boy taps my shoulder again.

“Oh my god what?” I whisper.

“Sorry for uh, disturbing you, but can I take a picture of your notes?” He asks.

I roll my eyes before showing him my binder. He takes his phone out and I catch a glimpse of his lock screen. It’s a picture of him and what looks like his two brothers. They look oddly recognizable but I can’t put my finger on them.

He unlocks his phone and opens his camera app, quickly snapping pictures of my notes.

“Anything else?” I whisper.

“Nothing, thank you.” He whispers back before giving me my binder.

The period goes by slowly and the bell rings and everyone begins to pack up.

“Just a reminder that your quiz corrections are due Friday and your TOC edpuzzle is due tomorrow!” She yells over the commotion of students saying their byes and have a good days.

“Have a good day Miss. Renaldi.” I say but she stops me.

“Oh Divya, I need to talk to you.” She says. “And you’re not in trouble.”

“Oh, okay.” I tentatively say. I walk back inside and I see Mystery Boy also in the room, standing at the front of the room. She closes the door and shuts her computer.

“Divya,” she points to Mystery Boy, “This is Luke.”

Oh so that’s what his name is and god damn he’s tall!

“Hey.” I say awkwardly.

“And Luke,” she points at me, “This is Divya.”

“Hey.” He also says awkwardly.

“Luke is supposed to be in this class.” Miss. Renaldi explains. “However, because of his, situation for the past few months, he hasn’t been here. And after some consideration, I’ve decided that you should help him catch up.”

“But I’m busy with school and extracurriculars and stuff.” I protest. “I am flattered but like I can’t.”

“Divya I know you can.” She says. “You consistently do well in this class, you know the material like the back of your hand. I’ll give you extra credit for doing this. And he’s also a junior like you too.”

So he is a junior.

I think about it for a moment. “Fine.” I relent. “I’ll do it, but not because I know Luke.”

He gives me a boyish grin and Renaldi beams.

“I knew I could count on you.” She says.

I give her an awkward smile before grabbing my bag and walking out.

“Yeah so then that’s what fucking happened.” I explained with a mouthful of chola batura in my mouth in the choir room during lunch.

“Wait wait wait, so you know have to tutor some kid who’s in your APES class who has been awol for months.” Bella, one of my friends, asks.

“Yeah and now I feel like a dumbass because there’s no way I’m juggling this with like winter guard and my arangetram practice.” I say, furiously biting into my chola batura wrap.

“Okay, do you know his name?” Claire, another one of my friends ask as she takes her phone out and open instagram.

“Uh, his name is Luke.” I reply.

She immediately searches him up and after about 5 minutes, Claire cleared her throat before showing her his instagram profile.

“Okay so his full name is Luke Hughes. He’s 16 years old, youngest of three. He had two older brothers named Quinn and Jack. Quinn’s a defenseman for the Vancouver Canucks while jack’s a center for the New Jersey devils.”

“How did you-“

“It wasn’t that fucking hard. I basically found a post where each of the brothers were tagged in and it took me to their profiles. But anyways, Luke is on the Team USA U17 hockey team. They recently came back from Worlds.” Claire adds.

So that’s why he was gone.

“But why take a fucking college level science course?” I ask.

“I don’t even know. But that’s basically who Tutor Boy is.”

I nod and throw away the aluminum foil before opening my cinnamon bun flavored puffcorns and eating them.

I’m in my head when my phone vibrates and I get a notification from instagram.

Holy. Fucking. Hell.

[fluffykiddosstuff]

I am currently sick lol so i have the motivation to write a story abt how the dateables would react to you being sick

Gender neutral reader

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❤️‍🔥~Lucifer~❤️‍🔥

Lucifer was patrolling inside the house, everyone woke up late due to a potion that solomon secretly putted in the cake that luke brought. Causing them to feel extreme fatigue, fortunately no other things as been reported to him, he arrived in front of your door and knocked.

- mc you will be late for school !

No response, before he could knock again you opened the door, clearly not looking good with a runny red nose, puffy and teary red eyes.

- sorry Lucifer i don't feel good..

You sniffled a bit as you looked at him, he thought for a bit then groaned

- mc are you allergic to something? And did you tell Solomon?

- uh..? I don't know, alimentation from human world no but from the devildom maybe ? I didn't tried everything down there

You coughed, Lucifer placed you back on your bed and tucked you in.

- you don't move until i come back okay ?

You nodded and he leaved, explaining everything to his brothers, they were very displeased with your allergy and wanted to help but lucifer forced them to go to school anyway, he informed diavolo too by calling him.

- yeah they won't come at RAD today no..well i'm sure they can take care of themselves..really? Okay i will do that then have a good day diavolo.

He hang up as he got to the kitchen and made a quick soup before going back to your room, he sat on the edge of the bed and sighed then smiled to you a bit.

- Diavolo understands and asked me to take care of you until you get better, i made you some soup

You smiled a bit before coughing again, sitting yourself up.

- thank you lucifer..i'm sorry i didn't know and-

- hush it's not your fault, now go on and eat, i will try to find a potion that can ease your suffering

You nodded and he leaved your room, you finished your bowl and when he came back, he found you sleeping deeply, he smiled a bit and putted the potion on your night table, he looked around, making sure no one was home yet, he blushed and kissed your forehead before leaving your room, you smiled in your sleep.

He needed to find solomon..💢

💰~mammon~💰

You were running away with mammon, you both got to the casino and today's was mammon lucky day ! He kept winning tons of money, but the other demons didn't liked it and started to chase him, as you passed a river he stopped and took your hand without warning, he jumped in, the demons left and you both got back with a long walk to the house of lamentations.

When mammon woke up, he smirked and prepared himself before running inside your room, as per usual.

- GOOD MORNING HUMAN-!

Before he could continue his morning speech, you held your head in your hands, many used tissues on your bed and night table and you looked at him with a red nose.

- mammon not so loud...i think i fell sick because of yesterday swim in the river.. i didn't slept at all..

He looked at you with a bit of remorse, he forgot that humans are more fragile than demons concerning health, then an idea popped inside his head and he runned out of your room to find lucifer

Of course, said lucifer wasn't happy that because of mammon, you were sick and he told him he would get punished by using all the casino money he got to pay his debts, meanwhile he had to take care of you until you were better.

Everyone leaved to RAD and mammon came back to your room with some hot things to help your sore throat, medicines and a cooled cloth for your fever, you looked at him, he was blowing on the soup so your tongue wouldn't get burned..how cute, mammon was really a caring demon, he insisted on feeding you himself even if you could do it. He then tried to tuck you in and smirked, proud of himself.

- you better sleep now, and you will feel better in no time thanks to the great mammon !

You smiled and asked him to come closer, he did it and then you kissed him on the cheek, he blushed and started to babble nonsense as you chuckled and fell asleep, he rubbed his cheek  and smiled dumbly, it was worth it.

🐍~leviathan~🐍

You were both gaming until late at night in levi's room, you both didn't noticed but it was rather chilly, leviathan since he was a demon didn't mind it but you on the other hand didn't noticed because of the game, as morning came by, you looked at your phone and sneezed, you rubbed your eyes, your throat feeling tight and sore. Levi looked at you and frowned, seeing that you infact, didn't looked well.

- mc are you okay ?

You tried to nod but before you did you sneezed again,sniffling a bit.

- i think your room was too cold and i got sick..

Levi checked and in fact, you were right, he felt guilty, he didn't noticed and because of that you were feeling unwell! He got up and texted someone on his phone, staring at it like his life was depending on the response of the person. He then smiled and looked at you.

- Lucifer said that since you gamed all night because of me you could do RAD classes from home with me ! I'll help you with the lessons.

You nodded and levi hurried you in his bathtub bed so you could stay warm, he runned to the kitchen and got some things he thought would be better for your state, he then hurried back in his room, putting everything at your disposition.

- so i got you water, medicine and food, we should get started now, we can finish this quickly

As hours went by, levi instructed you how to do efficient work and quick by home, at the end of it, you falled asleep while he was gaming on his portable console, he looked back at you to ask something and smiled a bit, he got inside the tub next to you, blushing a bit as you clinged to him and he continued gaming.

📚~satan~📚

Satan was again trying to find a curse for lucifer, searching through his so loved books, as he was repeating the spell in a murmur, you knocked on his door and opened it, signaling your presence, he got startled and jumped as the curse who was supposed to enter the bottle, flew out of it and hitted you, making you fall on the ground. The blonde demon got closer to you and helped you up, analyzing you to see if you had injuries or if the curse did something to you. At first not but then you started to sniffle.

- satan what curse were you working with ?

- it was a curse who can make any creatures sick, see us demons don't fall sick often and next week, lucifer as a ton of work and meetings, i wanted to use this on him but seems i have other plans now

He sighed but not because of you, it was an accident after all, he did told you you could enter in his room as long as you knock.

For the next week you stayed in his room, occasionally getting out to eat but most of the time he would bring everything to you directly, he even readed books for you, whatever genre you liked and he even discussed with you what would be best to prank lucifer with his cursed books.

As lucifer was walking by he saw the door opened and smiled when he saw that satan had his head on yours and falled asleep. The punishment can wait.

💘~asmodeus~💘

Asmo was testing some new products with you on his livestream like usual, everyone loved the lustful demon and caring human duo, you stood still as he applied some Fondation to your face, you blushed a bit since he was so close.

- see that's how you make a smooth surface guys ! I do recommend this product even if it smells a bit weird to me

Hours went by as he finished his and yours makeup, he finished the live on devilgram and looked at you, having tears in your eyes

- oh honey is my beauty making you want to cry ?

- well not this time asmo i think i have an allergy to one of the products

You took one of his aloe vera wipes and took off the makeup, asmo was disappointed because he wanted to take pictures for devilgram but your health comes first !

When everything was off he did noticed that your skin was reddish with some pimples and other things from the allergy

- i think it's the foundation darling, here take this aloe vera mask it will ease your face and then wash it with water

You nodded as you did so, meanwhile asmo looked trough the ingredients and saw a product that was banished because it could harm sensitive skin especially on humans and angels, asmo made a complain on devilgram and called the company, now they were in big trouble.

🍔~beelzebub~🍔

You went out with beel to gather some ingredients for a knew recipe he wanted to try, but as he was picking some berries up, it sarted to rain, you quickly found him and you both runned back to the house of lamentation, beel trying to protect you with his jacket as best as he could.

When you both went inside you shivered and sneezed, feeling a sudden wave of heat.

- beel i think i catched a cold because of the rain..you whimpered, trying to find warmth in his socken wet jacket

- i'm sorry mc it's my fault, here get on the sofa

He took the jacket off of you and ran to your room, getting your pajamas and a blanket, as you changed in the bathroom he started to cook in the kitchen, every now and then eating something so he could concentrate on the things he was doing, you smiled when he came back in the living room with a plate full of a delicious dish.

- here i wanted to try it out myself but since you are feeling unwell...you can have it

He smiled to you and putted the plate on your legs, you started to eat as you both watched a movie, beel clinging to you, having a natural hot body heat. You both falled asleep cuddling each other.

🐏~belphegor~🐏

  You were sleeping by belphegor's side in the attic, leaving the window open since it was a hot day in the devildom, but you both stayed asleep during the night and it got way colder, you woke up the next day with a runny nose as you sneezed, feeling belphie behind you slowly stirring from his sleep.

He looked at you and quickly saw that you were unwell.

Without you spelling a word he got out of bed and came back with painkillers, soup and a heat cow plushie.

- i'm sorry we should have checked the window before sleeping, but hey we can stay in bed all day so you can feel better, not that i mind

👑~diavolo~👑

  You were at one's of diavolo famous parties, including most of the prestigious peoples from all three realms, you didn't knew that the castle was this cold, even with so many poeple being in it.

You sat on a chair sipping on your imported human champagne before feeling really cold, the night stopped and everyone got home as you and the brothers were invited to stay.

Diavolo came close to you,as he was gonna talk you sneezed

- mc did you got sick ? I'm sorry i forgot to tell you to bring a coat with you, we got a problem with the windows today, here follow me

Diavolo invited you in his own room, barbatos being at your service and bringing you some tea for your sore throat, you smiled and thanked them.

Diavolo patted your head and kissed your forehead before giving you his coat and leaving the room, a smile on his face, leaving you flustered.

🫖~barbatos~🫖

It was one of your many night walks with barbatos outside of the castle,  every time you got here with the brothers, you tried to spend as much time you could with the butler. As you were walking, he picked a flower and putted it next to your ear, you smiled but your eyes started to tear up, you took the flower in your hand and sighed.

- i'm sorry barbatos seems like i'm allergic to that type of flower i can't keep it

He snatched it from you and throwed it in a bush, taking your hand and getting in one of the many guests rooms.

- do not worry my dear, besides we don't want you to be sick for the week do we ?

He kissed your hand in an apology as he made tea for you and took care of you, you falled asleep like a baby and when you woke up, a nice flower was waiting for you on the bed, one you weren't allergic to.

🏹~simeon~🏹

You were in potion class with simeon, helping each other with the lesson being less aware of it than demons, but as he dropped some liquid in it, you sneezed and your eyes started to water, leaving on your side a panicked simeon.

The teacher, quickly coming to your table by simeon's calls, ordered you to go to the nurse office with simeon, getting a severe allergy reaction.

When you arrived with simeon's help, the nurse hurried to take a seringue with something to ease the allergy, you squeezed simeon's hand and he smiled to you as the nurse took care of you.

You stayed all day talking to him with a slightly dizzy mind, did simeon was always this shiny and beautiful or is it just your mind ?

🔮~solomon~🔮

As solomon's apprentice, you had to test every potion with him, meaning you were really close to every ingredient, as he worked with a new spell, the table with all his remaining potion exploded in a loud sound and colors flying everywhere around you and solomon, while he was unaffected, you started to cough and hiccuping, solomon giggled as he looked at you

- solomon a little help please-

- yeah yeah sorry mc-

He searched for ingredients and made a potion in the quickest way possible, he gave it to you and you drank it, the effects being less noticeable but still there

- you will have to wait a bit i'm sorry you can rest for the day i don't mind

You got to your room to sleep, not noticing solomon watching you through his crystal ball so he could make sure you were okay

⛏️~thirtheen~⛏️

You were playing games and others stuff with thirtheen, it was one of those nights where you weren't with the boys but with her, your monthly outgoing day perse. You were outside with her, throwing some eggs and paper toilet on a succubus house who treated you badly during the week, you both escaped and laughed like teenagers.

- y/n i love human pranks we should do them more often !

When you both were far enough you sitted on the grass and talked with her watching the stars, you both fell asleep for the night.

That's how you became sick, she called lucifer and the others, and told him that you were gonna be taken care by her hands.

She stays in your room all the time and helps you trough your sickness with fun activities of course.

🖤~mephistopheles~🖤

Helping mepgisto in his work was hard,but you still wanted to ease his mind a bit so you managed.

You both worked until midnight, not noticing that the window was a bit open, you both got to bed and the morning after, when he came to your bedroom door to wake you up, you opened the door with tired eyes and a runny nose.

He knew immediately that you got sick somehow and ushered you to bed, telling diavolo about you feeling unwell, even if he had a lot to do he took his paperwork and started to do it in your room to keep an eye on you while you rested, bringing you whatever you needed so you didn't had to move

🪡~raphaël~🪡

You both were at purgatory hall, luke and simeon being gone for the day, you chatted with some tea while you looked at a fashin magazine, for the latest trends in the devildom.

- this fabric is a new kind of it's own, it's made with dragon scales and lava powder, simeon gifted me a scarf made with it, wanna try ?

You nodded but as soon as you wrapped it around your neck, it started to itch.

- raphaël is it supposed to itch this much?

- i mean the scales itches a bit but they should not be that uncomfortable to wear let me see

He took it off carefully off your neck and looked at it, it was red and dry

- seems like you can't wear this fabric, maybe you are allergic ? Here i will sooth it with some healing cream that asmo gifted me

You sat down as raphaël rubbed the cream on your neck, and for good mesure you stayed until it took effect, chatting some more with the angel.

🐶~luke~🐶

You were baking with the little angel for everyone,  being almost the anniversary of the student exchange program. You mixed the eggs in a bowl while luke came back with some strange bottle

- luke what is this ?

- it's a new flavor ! Simeon gave it to me he said it's a limited one ! Wanna try it ?

You nodded as he took a little spoon and poured the blue liquid in it.

- here you first !

As you tasted it, it was sweet and acid at the same time, a bit like some fruits in the human realm.

- that's good-

Before you could finish your phrase, you started to cough, and your throat started to itch.

- y/n are you alright !?

He posed the bottle and ran to you, fortunately simeon came back and solomon was on his feet, they looked at your red face and knew what was happening the moment they saw the bottle open.

Solomon prepared something to ease your throat while luke was doing his cakes the tail between his legs feeling bad

Simeon comes back from the livingroom, you resting there.

- no worries they will be alright, seems like an ingredient is too strong for them, maybe make a little cake for them without the serum i gave you ?

He smiled as luke nodded rapidly, he will make the best cake so you would feel better ! And also to make it up to you..

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Sorry i haven't written in a while 😭😭 imma kinda lazy (plus i have like two ocs story to write..bruh, i also lost some dbh stories i putted on draft bc wattpad hates me 🥲 so i have to write them all over again) btw hope you like this !

[superkickme]

HEY HOW WE FEELING RIGHT NOW???

[egophiliac]

(breathing into a paper bag) FRALIO....

can't believe they gave us another guy. oh my god. so I guess Kelka is more, uhhh, more OOO then, and Fralio is Ankh? not that it matters too much, although they do seem to be doing something with the connected Riders so. who knows. anything goes! or if I may, anything gOOOes! god. of course they're the Ambition parallel. of course they are. oh my god.

fortunately there's nothing else they can throw at me right now that could possibly --

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[luminique]

Can we get big brother Lighter protecting little sister reader and keeping it secret how he's an Undefeated Champion to not worry her about what he had been doing

OH MY GOD ANON THIS WAS PRE-RELEASE AND SOMEHOW YOU PREDICTED THE FUTURE A LITTLE BIT ????

considering how lighter barely tells anyone about his plans, i believe that he’d do the same with his beloved little sister. he didn’t want her to be worried over him, even if he was bleeding away in some dingy corner of the ring.

he’d come back home with a new bruise, a new scar. but he still had that smile on his face, his calloused hands ruffling through your hair. he placed your favorite food on the table, something that you both could only eat every now and then.

as you both dig in, he’d constantly place more food on your plate. “you can only become as strong as me if you eat well,” his voice filled with pride as he watched you. he barely got a few bites in, believing that his empty stomach would go away as long as you were eating. he tried to keep the conversations between you two rather short, so as to not alarm you with how he was supporting the both of you.

if he wasn’t home for dinner, he’d try his best to be back before you’re asleep. he recalled the last time you stayed up waiting for him and he was only back in the early morning. seeing you asleep on the couch, probably watching the clock until your eyelids felt heavy. he carried you back to bed, your sleepy nonsensical scolding filled his ears. but he couldn’t forget how you called out his name as he was about to leave again for another match.

“will you be back for dinner?” you were as sweet as ever, only caring about his return.

“i’ll try to. don’t worry,” he reassured you, a gentle smile on his face as he pushed up his sunglasses.

your head perked up a little from the pillow, watching him turn his back towards you to face the door. “promise?”

“promise.” his voice faltered just a little, unnoticeable to you but he knew the truth. it hurts to have to lie to you about it, he wished he worked an honest job.

another opponent, another 0 added to the end of his earnings, another bruise, just another day. it was difficult to keep living like this, bad thoughts infiltrating his mind. as he slumped over the front door, he could hear you running up to the door, probably the soft jingling of his keys alerted you of his arrival. you opened the door, a wide smile on your face that was then replaced with horror upon seeing him.

there was blood running down the side of his face, an injury that he ignored in order to get back home in time. that look, that expression, the way you moved back a couple of steps as if you had just seen an ethereal. that was what made him realize that he should care for himself more too. seeing your fear shattered him more than he could imagine. he had already lost so much, he couldn’t bear to lose you all because of his own recklessness.

he walked up to you, removing his shades before falling to his knees. he rarely showed this side to you. his arms reached out for you, hugging you close to him. he didn’t want you to see this side of him. how weak he truly was, how much of a scaredy cat he was, how he had been lying to you this whole time to keep you happy. your hands ruffled through his dark teal hair, just like how he did with yours. if being the undefeated champion meant that you’d look at him like he was monster, then was he any different to one? apologies came out of him, tears welled up in his eyes.

after a moment of silence, you finally spoke up. “promise me, that you’ll be home safe tomorrow.” just tomorrow? that seems possible, he just had to win his next match cleanly.

“promise. i’ll be back here safely,” his voice was still shaky from the tears. he tried to muster up as much courage as he could but this time he couldn’t lie to you. he’ll try his best, to fulfill this promise he had made with you. even if it’s just tomorrow, he knows you want him to return in one piece every day but you both know that he can’t promise that. so you decide to take it one day at a time, one tomorrow after another. a new promise everyday, kept between the both of you.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Lucifer couldn't help the little laugh that snuck out, this guy and his dad. Must be an interesting guy.

Lucifer: Does someone have daddy issues?

Adam: No! My dad loves me......... He's just a mean old bastard at times. Besides, aren't they already offering a reward for my safe return?

There was, but Lucifer didn't know how much that was since he hasn't personally seen any posters.

Lucifer: Yeah....... How do I know you won't rat me out?

Adam threw his arms up in the arm: Oh come on! WHY would I do that? I'm giving you an easy win here, I go the Hell home and you get a fuck ton of money for your people. I won't tell on you I'm not five.

Lucifer nodded, he was so tired.

Lucifer: Yeah, but it won't be for a while.

Adam: What why?

Lucifer: Just the way things are okay?

He needed to think of a cover story for how he came across Adam if the hero story was what they were going with.

Even though marriage would be the better option in this case........ Even if he's given an outstanding amount there's no telling how long it will last. If another devastating year happened, he wasn't sure how they would recover again.

He needs sleep.

Lucifer: Look, just relax and have something to eat. We don't have to figure it all out in a day.

Adam looked and there was some fruit beside him, he was hungry all he had yesterday basically for his dinner was a handful of grapes. He gently picked up an apple and took a bite, the crunch sharp.

Lucifer left, locking the door before he went to his room. He even had guards stand outside Adams room.

He laid down in his bed and got comfortable.

Maybe he'd get lucky and Stockholm Syndrome would kick in.

-

Adam finished his apple and curled up on the bed suddenly sleepy. There wasn't anything else to do but have a nap of his own.

Prince Adam and Thief Lucifer

Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox ((RadioStatic yay! Lol))

Lucifer is a King of a dying Kingdom that is going to Hell (hahaha) and in order to survive and help his people him and the others steal as much as they can from neighboring kingdoms.

Adam is the heir to the throne in the Kingdom of Eden, his younger sister Emily won't be ready for it for a few more years yet.

Alastor gets the idea to kidnap one of them when he sees both Adam and Emily just out walking.

Fearing for his sister's safety, Adam volunteers to go with them willingly if they leave her.

So for safe keeping until they get the ransom money (you know the tower from tangled?) they take him to a tower that only they know about.

I love Prince Adam! Also, Lucifer, the hell are you doing hanging out with ruffians?

-

Vox searching Adam: He's got nothing! You're a Prince, where's your... jewels and gold?

Adam: Jewels? Gold? In this heat? I'd rather be chained up in your bdsm tower than wear gold on a day like today.

Alastor groans: Vox, teach him a lesson. His highness should know better than to speak out of line.

Vox: Teach him a lesson...?

Lucifer: Yeah, man. Punish him!

Adam: Yeah, punish me~.

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[trensu]

do you think you'll put "Stasis in darkness" on AO3 eventually?

see, when the idea first came to me, I hadn't really planned on doing anything with it because I wasn't sure if I could make it work. there's a level of gravitas in the relationship between a god and their devoted servant that I didn't think would translate well to steddie because, let's be real, those boys are goofy dorks. but the idea wouldn't leave me alone so I typed up the original post in an attempt to work it out of my system and move on.

(the post kind of blew up, which I was not expecting at all!! like, not even a little bit! i post all sorts of rough little ideas for my own amusement and I've been able to do that without drawing much attention until that point.)

Anyway, I wouldn't have done much with it but @acowardinmordor left some comments/tags/what have you that helped me nail down the setting in my head which really opened the door for me to explore how the story could progress. (apologies, strife, I'm not sure I ever properly thanked you for that burst of inspiration, so please accept this shoutout as an expression of gratitude). And the amazing @ent-is-indecisive allowed me to rant about it which really helped flesh out the story. Seriously, there are elements and lore coming up that would not have existed if it weren't for ent. (and thank you once again ent for the ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL fanart you made for the reveal scene, I'm still overcome with joy whenever I think about it!).

Once it got to that point, I knew I wanted it to be a self-contained story and I was afraid that if I did a multi-chapter fic I'd lose the thread and never make it to the ending I want the fic to have. (no, the end scene hasn't been written yet but I KNOW what it's going to be and I hope everyone will love it as much as i do). So I promised myself that I was not going to post it on ao3 until the whole thing was written out completely.

However, I occasionally need a confidence/motivation boost so I've been posting consecutive parts of the rough draft here. you have no idea how much the people who reblogged with tags or left comments have helped me fight off the discouragement my brain likes to bog me down with; off the top of my head, @godsweakestboy , @redfreckledwolf, @fuctacles , @spectrum-spectre , and @lawrencebshoggoth have given me lovely, enthusiastic words of encouragement. and they're only the ones I can think of at this moment. there's so many other people who've done this, so if you've ever left me nice tags or comments, please know that I've read every single one of them repeatedly whenever I need to get over a slump. I'm so grateful for all of you!

Anyway, all this is to say yes! It is going to be posted as a oneshot on ao3 once I've finished writing it. <3

[ibetittering]

Just realized my mom MIGHT'VE been a bit abusive

[hurricanek8art]

I acknowledged the whole "write the most extremely self-indulgent fic you want, nobody can stop you and it's good for your brain!" advice as good before, because yeah having fun while you write is important! It helps you learn and grow!

But never have I understood it as much as I do now. I managed to cram hyperspecific Jedi lore, hyperspecific kyber crystal and lightsaber construction lore, a new Master/Padawan team figuring out their dynamic, a fun not-SWTOR-canon character that doesn't technically show up at any point in this era of Star Wars but I know exists at this point in Star Wars so I'm seizing the opportunity to use them, and a fanon followup of sorts on one of my favorite Tales of the Jedi (comic) story arcs into this thing. AND I got to write a fight scene that is more or less set to Paramore's Born for This from the Riot! album, which I have ALWAYS wanted to do because it's perfect for one but could never find the right spot to use it until now.

This fic is essentially a 4-episode TCW/Rebels-esque "filler" story arc but set in between the SWTOR 7.3 and 7.4 story updates, packed with the most wildly indulgent KateBait stuff I could possibly fit into it.

I am LIVING here. 🥰

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i saw anastasiaaaaa 🥰🥰🥰👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼🗣️🗣️🗣️🥳🥳🥳🥳

[passthroughtime]

btw, more on the sawa-sensei argument

because i can't let this shit go myself as well, as it seems

while kuwana calls yagami out for it as well (look, my game is self-aware!), after kusumoto's betrayal, yagami doesn't use sawa only as an example of collateral damage always existing in concealing the truth. we have two scenes between him and kusumoto showing us that it's not restricted to the only example yagami has (as is the talk usually). that's just the most tangible one, obviously because sawa is dead, and that's a fact that neither kuwana nor kusumoto can escape.

hey, guys, we forgot about akaike! but yagami didn't. (also, a funny side note while talking about the forgotten victims: akutsu is another example of public security getting rid of people who know too much. their brand of justice doesn't escape even the ones who are technically on their side/have been useful to them.)

the ending happens solely because yagami goes to save kuwana from RK/PS btw. he doesn't really know about his plan until he meets him at the warehouse, his only motivation is the knowledge that if he doesn't go and do something, PS will get rid of kuwana.

there's a reason, of course, why kuwana hasn't communicated that to yagami and his friends.

and they talk about it one more time after... idk, half an hour of gameplay? an hour?

idk the reason for the repetition here really. maybe, to make it more obvious that yagami doesn't really think about what kuwana is trying to do while on his way to the warehouse? that he and the gang just go there because kuwana is in a grave danger, and not one of them questions why kuwana suddenly reveals kawai's body location (and his own whereabouts as well) in a way he does? or it's just an awkward way the writers came up with for starting the conversation they have with soma? in any way, here we have it, i guess.

and here yagami talks explicitly that they came here to *save* kuwana. (just because my words may be easy to discredit because of my *coughs* pretty obvious biases.)

so, in short: sawa, akaike: remembering about the people who were sacrificied in pursue of the plans greater than a common person (=getting justice for the victims) kuwana, yagami, yagami's friends: denying that from happening again (=saving other people's lives before it's too late)

that is if you're tired of hearing only sawa being included in yagami's justice. but yeah, to summarise, it's about people, not ideology or "the big picture" for yagami. that's why his argument isn't so on par with the big questions kuwana brings to the table.

he's simplifying the discussion... or, makes it feel more real. whichever way you want to look at it.