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aceyalonso · 1 year ago

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viii - i could see you being my addiction

chapter summary : where you and oscar finally talk it out after each other for a whole day, and may or may not have fucked it out too

alternative summary : oscar proves how much he loves y/n (in more ways that just confessing)

warnings : swearing, smoking, smut, unprotected sex (always use a condom guys!), oral (fem!receiving), the TINIEST bit of overstimulation

word count : 8.8k

a/n : wow they finally fuck

song : i can see you - taylor swift

Friday, 10:41 PM

Y/n spends the rest of the evening trying to distract herself from her thoughts and feelings. She watches movies on her laptop, trying to immerse herself in different worlds and stories. But no matter how engaging the film is, her mind keeps wandering back to Oscar.

She can’t help but replay the events of the day in her mind, especially the kiss they shared. She finds herself getting lost in memories of his lips on hers, his hands on her arms, the possessive look in his eyes. She tries to shake the memories away, but they stubbornly persist.

As the hours pass, Y/n starts to feel tired from the emotional rollercoaster of the day. But despite her tiredness, she finds it hard to fall asleep. Her mind continues to race with thoughts of Oscar, and she can’t seem to quiet her emotions or her body’s reaction to his memory.

She tosses and turns in her bed, feeling a mixture of frustration and desire. She knows that she needs to talk to Oscar and clear the air between them, but she’s not sure how to approach the subject. She’s afraid of his reaction, and she doesn’t want to make things more complicated than they already are.

Saturday, 1:33 AM

Eventually, after hours of tossing and turning, Y/n manages to calm herself down enough to drift off to sleep. But her sleep is restless and uneasy, plagued by dreams of Oscar and their complicated situation.

In her dreams, Y/n relives the kiss over and over again, feeling all the intensity and desire of the moment. She sees Oscar’s possessive expression, feels his hands on her arms, his body pressing against hers. The dreams are both thrilling and overwhelming, leaving her feeling more confused and conflicted than ever.

As the night progresses, the dreams become more intense and vivid. Y/n finds herself waking up every so often, feeling a sense of longing and need that she can’t explain. Despite her tumultuous thoughts and emotions, she eventually falls into a deeper sleep, her mind and body exhausted.

Saturday, 7:29 AM

When she finally wakes up the next morning, Y/n feels groggy and disoriented. She sits up in her bed, squinting against the sunlight streaming in through the window. As she slowly comes to her senses, she’s hit with a wave of recollection of the previous events - the party, the fight, the kiss, and her restless dreams all rush back to her.

Y/n drags herself out of bed and shuffling into her bathroom. She turns on the faucet and splashes water onto her face, trying to wake herself up and shake off the grogginess from her restless night. She looks at her reflection in the mirror, noticing the dark circles under her eyes and the weary expression on her face.

She runs her fingers through her hair, trying to smooth out the tangles and messy strands. As she looks at her reflection, she can’t help but feel a sense of trepidation about what the day will bring. She knows she’ll have to face Oscar and deal with their unresolved feelings, and the thought makes her stomach flutter with anxiety.

Despite her nerves, Y/n takes a deep breath and tries to psych herself up for the day ahead. She turns off the faucet and grabs a towel to dry her face. She knows she can’t avoid Oscar forever, no matter how much she wants to. She will have to talk to him sooner or later, and she needs to gather her thoughts and prepare herself for the conversation.

Y/n exits the bathroom, feeling a little more awake and composed. She walks back to her bed and sits down on the edge, taking a moment to gather her thoughts. She knows that she needs to face the day and all the challenges it will bring, but she can’t help feeling apprehensive about her inevitable encounter with Oscar.

As she sits there on the edge of her bed, Y/n takes a few deep breaths to calm her nerves. She tells herself that she can handle this, that she can face Oscar and talk to him like a mature adult. She knows that it won’t be easy, but she’s determined to get to the bottom of their feelings and figure out where they stand.

Y/n stands up from the bed, feeling a sense of determination overtake her anxiety. She knows that she can’t hide away in her room all day, no matter how tempting it may be. She takes one last deep breath and opens the door, stepping out into the hallway.

Y/n steps out into the hallway, she hears voices coming from downstairs. She figures her parents must be up and about, no surprise there. She slowly descends the stairs, feeling a mixture of anticipation and dread as she approaches the kitchen.

As she enters the kitchen, she sees her parents sitting at the breakfast table, drinking coffee and chit-chatting. They look up as she enters, giving her a smile and a nod. "Good morning," her mom greets her. "Sleep well?"

Y/n forces a smile, trying to seem normal and composed. "Yeah, I slept okay," she replies, sitting down at the table. Her mind is still preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar and their situation, but she tries to hide it from her parents.

Her mom looks closely at her, noticing the dark circles under her eyes. "You look tired," she remarks. "Are you sure you slept okay?"

Y/n nods, trying to dismiss her mom’s concern. "I’m fine, just had a tough night sleeping," she says, feigning a casual tone.

Her dad looks at her, a hint of suspicion in his eyes. "You sure there’s nothing going on that’s bothering you?" he asks, peering at her over his mug.

Y/n tries to keep up her air of nonchalance, not wanting to reveal any details about her situation with Oscar. "No, everything’s fine," she says, forcing a smile. "Just had a lot on my mind, that’s all."

Her parents exchange a glance, not fully convinced by her answer. But they don’t press the issue, knowing that Y/n can be closed off when she wants to be. They continue to talk amongst themselves, and Y/n tries to focus on her breakfast, but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar.

As she eats, she finds herself wondering what Oscar is doing at that moment. Is he up yet? Is he thinking about her? Is he as confused and conflicted as she is? She has a million questions and no answers, and it’s driving her crazy.

Oscar

I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling and lost in thought. The events of the previous day play on repeat in my mind, and I can't shake the memory of the kiss I shared with her. Her taste, her touch, the way she looked at me afterwards - It's all I can think about.

I toss and turn in my bed, trying to get comfortable. My body is restless, and my mind is racing with emotions I can't quite understand. I feel conflicted and torn, knowing I have I feelings for Y/n but I'm unsure of what to do about them.

I look at the clock on the wall, seeing that it's still early in the morning. I know I should get up and start my day, but I can't seem to find the motivation to move. My thoughts are consumed by Y/n, and nothing else.

I think about the fight we had after the party, and how my jealousy got the best of me. I know I acted like a jerk, but I couldn't stand the sight of seeing Y/n with another guy. I don't understand why I feel so possessive and protective of her, but I can't ignore the emotions stirring up inside me.

He groans and sits up in his bed, running his hands through his hair. He knows he can’t stay in bed all day, no matter how much he wants to. He has responsibilities and things to do, but he can’t bring himself to care about them right now. All he can think about is Y/n.

Oscar contemplates getting up and going for a run, but even that doesn’t have appeal to him. He just wants to lay in bed and wallow in his thoughts. But he knows that won’t solve anything, so he forces himself to get up and head to the bathroom to take a shower.

The water runs over his body, and he hopes it will wash away some of his restless thoughts. But as he stands there under the spray, his mind automatically drifts back to Y/n and the kiss. The memory of her body against his, her lips on his, is all he can think about.

He sighs, frustrated by his inability to clear his mind. He tries to focus on the simple tasks of washing and rinsing his body, but his mind keeps wandering. He knows he needs to talk to Y’n and figure out what’s going on between them, but he’s scared.

He shuts off the water and steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel to dry off. He looks at his reflection in the mirror, noticing the tension in his features. He knows he needs to face Y/n, but he doesn’t know how to start the conversation.

He dresses himself, trying to ignore the way his stomach is still tangled up in knots. He doesn’t know what to expect when he sees Y/n again, and that uncertainty is making him feel anxious and on edge.

Oscar makes his way downstairs, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Y/n. He enters the kitchen and spots her at the breakfast table with her parents. He stands there for a moment, watching her unnoticed.

He takes a moment to look at her, taking in her tired yet beautiful face. He can see the dark circles under her eyes, and he wonders if she didn't sleep well either. He feels a pang of guilt for the part he played in her sleepless night.

He clears his throat to announce his presence, and Y/n looks up at him. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, they just stare at each other in silence. The air between them is thick with tension and unspoken words.

Her parents look between them, noticing the awkward vibe and sensing that something is off. "Good morning, Oscar," her dad greets, breaking the silence.

"Good morning," Oscar responds instinctively, but his eyes are still locked onto Y/n. His heart is beating loudly in his chest, and he can feel his palms starting to sweat.

Y/n shifts in her seat, avoiding his gaze. She feels uneasy and awkward, not knowing what to say to him. The memory of their kiss still hangs heavy in her and his presence makes it all feel more real.

There's a moment of uncomfortable silence between the two of them, and Oscar can feel the tension grow with each passing second. He wants to say something, anything, but the words just wont come out. He knows he needs to talk to Y/n, alone, without her parents around

After what feels like an eternity, Y/n's mom breaks the tension by asking if he wants to join them for breakfast. "There's plenty of food," she offers, gesturing to the table.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, looking at Y/n, who still won't meet his gaze. He's torn between wanting to stay and talk to her privately and not wanting to make the situation even more awkward in front of her parents.

Before he can make a decision, Y/n stands up abruptly. "I'm not that hungry," she mutters, pushing her chair back. "I'm gonna go lay down for a bit."

Her parents look at her in surprise, not expecting her to cut breakfast short so abruptly. They exchange a concerned look before turning their attention back to Oscar. "Is everything okay?" her dad asks, directing the question to him.

Oscar feels caught off guard, and he stutters for a moment before responding. "Huh? Oh, yeah, everything's fine," he lies, trying to sound casual. He can tell her parents are sensing the tension between them, but he's not willing to share the details with them.

Oscar feels trapped. He can't explain to her parents what's going on, but he also can't dismiss their concern entirely. "We just had a little misunderstanding," he says vaguely, trying to deflect their suspicions.

Her mom looks at him skeptically, still not fully convinced. "But everything's okay now, right?" she asks, concern etched on her face.

Oscar nods, trying to sound reassuring. "Yeah, everything's fine. We'll work it out." He stands there awkwardly, not sure what else to say or how to end this conversation without raising more suspicions.

Y/n stands by the stairs, listening intently to the conversation between her parents and Oscar. She feels a mix of relief and disappointment when Oscar says that everything is fine. She knows he's lying, and she can tell that her parents are skeptical too. She listens as they continue to chat, feeling more and more frustrated and confused. But soon, the conversation comes to an end and she quickly makes her way up the stairs and into her bedroom.

She closes the door and locks it behind her, sighing heavily. She can't believe that Oscar would lie to her parents like that, and she's frustrated that he refuses to talk to her about their situation. She paces around her room, feeling restless and agitated.

She wants to confront him, to demand answers and clarity. But she doesn't know how to approach him without making things even more awkward. She's also afraid of what he might say or how he might react. She sits down on her bed, still feeling exhausted and emotional, and she buries her face in her hands.

Her mind is racing with thoughts and questions. What does he really feel for her? Why did he kiss her if he's just going to act like nothing happened? Why won't he talk to her and figure things out? She feels frustrated and hopeless, not knowing how to move forward.

For a while, she just sits there, lost in thought and emotion. She feels torn between wanting to talk to him and avoiding him altogether. She doesn’t know how to handle the situation or what to do next. She feels stuck and overwhelmed, not knowing which way to turn.

As she continues to sit there, she hears footsteps outside her bedroom. She freezes, her heart racing. Is it Oscar? Is he coming to talk to her? She waits anxiously, listening intently for any sound that might indicate what's happening on the other of the door.

But nothing happens. The footsteps fade away and all is quiet again. Y/n feels a mixture of relief and disappointment. She's relieved that she didn't have to face him just yet, but she's also disappointed that he didn't come to talk. She's torn between wanting him to talk and wanting him to stay away.

She looks around her room, feeling a sense of restlessness and agitation, She can't sit still, and can't shake the thoughts and emotions swirling in her mind. She gets up from her bed and paces around the room, feeling like a caged animal.

Y/n, feeling frustrated and overwhelmed, decides that she needs to do something to relax herself. She decides to take a bubble bath, hoping that the warm water and soothing scent of the bubbles will help clear her mind. She goes to her bathroom and starts filling up the tub with warm water.

As the tub fills up, she adds a generous amount of bubble batch solution, watching as the water turns into a milky, frothy mixture. She tests the water with her fingertips, making sure it's not too hot or too cold.

Y/n takes off her bathrobe and carefully steps into the tub. The warm water envelops her body and she lets out a sigh of relief. The smell of the bubble bath fills her nostrils and she feels a sense of comfort wash over her.

She closes her eyes and leans back against the tub, letting the water and bubbles work their magic. The sound of the water and the scent of the bubble bath begin to soothe her mind and calm her emotions.

She spends some time just soaking in the bath, enjoying the feeling of the water on her skin and the peace it brings her. The stress and tension start to melt away, and she feels her body and mind slowly relaxing.

She spends the next several minutes just relaxing in the tub, letting the warm water and soothing scents wash away her frustration and worry. She takes deep breaths, inhaling the scent of the bubble bath, and feels herself start to let go of the negative emotions that have been weighing her down.

Gradually, her body and mind start to feel lighter and more relaxed. The tension in her muscles begins to ease, and her mind feels less chaotic. She starts to feel drowsy, and her thoughts begin to slow.

She lets herself sink down into the water, immersing herself in the warm, soothing embrace of the tub. She starts to feel like she’s floating, her thoughts drifting away with each moment of relaxation.

She just lies there, floating in the tub, feeling completely at ease. The water surrounds her and the bubbles encase her, enveloping her in a warm, comforting embrace. Her mind is blissfully empty, and she feels like she could just stay here forever.

After a while, Y/n feels like she's been in the tub for quite some time. She's feeling relaxed and refreshed, but she can tell that the water is starting to cool down. She also knows that she can't stay in the tub forever. With a sigh, decides that it's time to get out.

She sits up in the tub, feeling the water and bubbles slide off her body. She takes a moment to gather her bearings, feeling a momentary dizziness from sitting in the hot water for so long. She stands up, feeling a bit unsteady on her legs, and steps out of the tub.

She grabs a towel from the towel rack and wraps it around herself, feeling the warmth of the fabric against her skin. She feels a bit cold as she's no longer surrounded by water, and she shivers slightly from the sudden change in temperature.

Y/n dries herself off, feeling the towel soak up the water that still clung to her skin. She feels a sense of comfort and cleanliness, knowing that she's taken the time to pamper herself and relax.

She then looks at her reflection in the mirror, taking in her relaxed and refreshed appearance. She notices that the dark circles around her eyes have faded slightly, and she looks less tired and more rejuvenated.

After getting out of the tub and drying off, Y/n heads back to her bedroom and changes into a fresh pair of clothes. She selects something comfortable and casual, still feeling relaxed and refreshed from her bubble bath. As she gets dressed, she can feel her body and mind feeling more rested and at ease.

Y/n turns on her laptop and opens up a movie-streaming website. After scrolling through the selection for a bit, she picks out a movie that looks interesting, something lighthearted and entertaining. She settles onto her bed, propping up a pillow behind her back, and starts playing the movie.

yn.jpg • Just Now Sixpence None The Richer • Kiss Me

Y/n watches the movie intently, invested in the characters and storyline. By the time the movie ends, she feels like she’s been transported into another world, feeling a sense of satisfaction and immersion. As the credits roll, she stretches her limbs and turns off the laptop, feeling satisfied and entertained.

She looks at the clock on her bedside table and realizes that it’s already lunchtime. She feels a pang of hunger and decides that it’s time to head downstairs for lunch. She gets off her bed and stretches once more, feeling rejuvenated and relaxed after her bubble bath and movie.

She heads out of her room and down the stairs, making her way to the kitchen where her family is likely to be gathering for lunch. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she can already hear the sounds of her family talking and moving around in the kitchen.

She makes her way into the kitchen and sees her family setting the table and preparing lunch. Her parents wave at her and gesture for her to sit down. "Just in time for lunch," her dad says with a smile.

Y/n looks around the room and realizes that Oscar is nowhere to be seen. She feels a pang of disappointment and anxiety, wondering where he is and why he hasn’t come down for lunch.

She takes a seat at the table, trying to act casual and nonchalant, despite the fact that she’s feeling concerned and uneasy. Her parents seem to notice her gaze wandering around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of Oscar, but they don’t say anything.

Y/n sits beside his sister, May, and leans in close to her. She whispers in her ear, her voice low so that their parents can’t hear. "Hey, do you know where Oscar is? I thought he’d be here for lunch."

May looks at Y/n, knowing exactly why she’s asking. "Oh, he went for a run," she replies quietly. "He said he needed to clear his head and get some fresh air."

Y/n nods, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. She’s relieved to know that he’s not avoiding her or anything like that but disappointed that he isn’t here right now. She sighs inwardly and turns her attention back to the lunch that’s being served.

Her family continues chatting and enjoying their lunch, not noticing Y/n’s distracted and preoccupied state. She tries to focus on the food and conversation but her mind keeps wandering to Oscar and what he’s doing and thinking. She steals glances at the door, hoping that he might come in any moment.

As the lunch progresses, she finds herself getting more and more anxious. She starts to wonder why he didn’t come back for lunch and what he’s thinking. She tries her best to hide her feelings but she knows that her parents are starting to notice her preoccupation.

Her mom looks at her, a concerned expression on her face. "Are you feeling alright, sweetie? You seem a bit distracted," she asks.

Y/n jolts out of her thoughts and looks at her mom, feeling guilty for not paying attention. She nods, trying to sound casual. "Yeah, I’m fine, just a little out of it today, I guess," she replies, trying to sound convincing.

The rest of the lunch is a blur for Y/n. She barely touches her food, her mind and thoughts preoccupied with thoughts of Oscar. She tries to participate in the conversation but finds herself zoning out frequently. As lunch draws to an end, she feels more anxious and restless than ever.

Once everyone is finished with their lunch and begins to clear the table, Y/n gets up from her seat, still feeling restless and anxious. She doesn’t know what to do with herself and feels like she needs to do something to distract herself.

She decides to head back to her room, hoping that some time alone will calm her thoughts and emotions. As she walks up the stairs to her room, she looks out the window, hoping to see Oscar returning from his run, but the driveway is empty.

She feels disappointed and frustrated, feeling like time is dragging on slowly. She wants to see him, to talk to him, to resolve their situation, but she doesn’t know how to do that when he’s not even here.

Sunday, 12:04 AM

It's late, and Y/n finds herself unable to sleep yet again. She tosses and turns for a while, trying to fall asleep but her thoughts and anxieties keep her wide awake.

After a while, she decides that she needs something to distract herself. She slowly gets out of bed, trying to not make too much noise, and heads downstairs towards the kitchen.

Y/n makes her way to the kitchen and heads straight for the fridge. She opens it and looks through the shelves, searching for any snacks. Her mouth waters as she imagines the deliciousness of any snack she'll find.

She rummages through the fridge, moving aside containers and tupperware, until she finds what she was looking for - a container with some leftover thumbprint cookies. She grins to herself feeling happy and comforted by the sight of them. She takes the container out of the fridge and closes the door, moving towards the counter.

As Y/n places the container of cookies on the counter, she is interrupted by a noise coming from outside, near the pool. She freezes, her heart skipping a beat. Is someone outside?

Y/n picks up a broom from the corner of the kitchen, holding it like a weapon. With the broom in one hand and a cookie in her mouth, she slowly makes her way outside, her heart beating loudly in her chest.

As she steps outside, the night air is cool against her skin and the sound of crickets fills the air. She looks around, her eyes darting from side to side, trying to find the source of the noise. She slowly walks towards the pool area, broom raised and cookie half eaten in her mouth.

Y/n's heart leaps as she sees Oscar sitting by the pool, his feet dangling in the water, a cigarette perched between his lips. For a moment, she stands there, broom in hand, staring at him.

She feels a mix of relief and surprise seeing him, especially given the situation they're in. She looks at him for a moment, watching as he takes a drag of his cigarette, the smoke curling up into the night air.

After a few seconds, she realizes that she's just standing there staring and quickly shakes herself out of her daze. She lowers the broom and takes a few steps towards him, still holding the cookie in her mouth.

She doesn't say anything, just stands there watching him, feeling a million emotions running through her. She feels a mixture of anger, confusion, and happiness, but also a pang of attraction to him, despite everything that had happened between them.

Y/n finally finds her voice and musters up the courage to say something, breaking the silence between them. "I didn't know you smoked," she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

She watches as he takes another drag of his cigarette, the red embers lighting up his face in the dark. She's not sure what to make of this new side of him, seeing him with a cigarette between his lips seems oddly attractive but also concerning to her.

She takes a few steps closer, her eyes never leaving him, still clutching the broom in one hand and the half-eaten cookie in the other. She feels a mixture of awkwardness and familiarity, not sure how to act around him right now.

Y/n

The only sound between us is the occasional crackle of the cigarette and the distant chirping of crickets. I feel a hundred different emotions running through me as I stand here, watching him smoke waiting for him to say something, anything.

Finally, feeling fed up by the silence and tension between us, I decided to break the silence again. "So, are you just gonna smoke out here all night?" I ask, my tone slightly sarcastic.

I watch him as he takes another drag of her cigarette, blowing out a plume of smoke into the air. He turns his head and looks at me, a hint of a smirk on his face.

"Nope, I plan on going back in soon," he replies, his voice casual. "Just needed some air."

I roll my eyes, sitting beside him, dipping my feet into the cold pool water. "By air, do you mean smoke?" I repeat his words, my tone laced with playful sarcasm.

"Yeah, something like that," he replies, his smirk only growing wider. He takes another drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke slowly escape from his lips.

Oscar takes out another cigarette from his pack and offers it to me. "You want one?" he asks, holding the cigarette out for me to take.

I let out a small laugh and took the cigarette from his hand. "How sweet of you," I tease, my voice low. "You're just so kind, offering me a cigarette."

Oscar laughs and replies, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, Mom did tell me to share my blessings," he says, a hint of humor in his voice.

I laugh and retort, my tone still teasing. "I'm pretty sure Aunty Nicole meant anything but cigarettes," I reply with a playful smile on my face.

I look at the cigarette in my hand and realize that I don't have a lighter. I turn to Oscar and ask him. "Hey, can I borrow your lighter?" I say, putting the cigarette on my lips.

Instead of handing her the lighter, Oscar moves closer to her, holding the lit lighter up to her cigarette. He sits, looking directly at her, his eyes meeting hers as he lights her cigarette for her, his hand cupped over the flame to shield it from the wind.

Y/n lets out a small gasp, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her as he lights her cigarette, his hand so close to her face. She holds his gaze, caught off guard by his proximity and gesture.

She can feel his breath on her face, the smoke from her newly lit cigarette swirling around them. She swallows, her heart beating wildly in her chest, unsure of how to react to the sudden intimacy between them.

Y/n lets out a shaky breath and turns away, feeling the familiar sense of awkwardness between them. She takes a shaky drag from her cigarette, trying to calm her racing heart. She avoids his gaze, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

Oscar breaks the silence, his voice hesitant. "So, uhm... About that- that kiss..." he begins, stuttering through his words. He looks at her, his expression serious, the cigarette in his hand forgotten for the moment.

Y/n feels her heart skip a beat as he mentions the kiss. She was hoping he wouldn't bring it up, but she knew he would eventually. She turns to face him, meeting his gaze, her heart pounding loudly in her ears.

She doesn't say anything, just waits for him to continue, butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She takes another drag on her cigarette, trying to keep her hands from shaking.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his eyes locked on hers, as if searching for something. He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. "I... I didn't mean for it to happen- not like that at least," he finally says, his voice low and earnest.

Y/n listens to him, her heart in her throat. She can see the sincerity in his eyes, and the regret in his expression. She wants to say something, but her throat feels dry and the words won't come.

He continues, his voice barely above a whisper now. "I don't know what came over me," he says, his fingers fidgeting with the cigarette in his hand. "I just... I couldn't help myself."

Y/n feels a pang of emotion in her chest as he speaks, her heart melting slightly at his words. She can see the struggle in his eyes, the conflict he’s feeling about what had happened between them.

She looks at him, her expression a mix of confusion and understanding. She doesn’t know what to say or how to react. She takes another drag on her cigarette, the smoke swirling around them in the cool night air.

The silence between them stretches out, only interrupted by the distant croaking of the frogs and the faint sounds of traffic from far away. Both of them are lost in their own thoughts, words left unsaid lingering in the air.

Oscar looks at Y/n, his expression pleading for her to say something, anything. "Please, say something," he says, his voice desperate. "Even if it's swearing me out. Just…just say something."

Y’n looks at him, her expression softening as a small smile forms on her lips. "It's okay," she says softly, her voice barely more than a whisper. "I understand. It's okay."

She can see the relief that floods his features, his body visibly relaxing as he takes in her words. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his shoulders slumping slightly.

"You…you understand?" he asks, his voice filled with disbelief. "You're not angry?"

Y/n nods, her expression a mixture of understanding and forgiveness. "I was angry at first," she admits. "Especially after the fight." She takes a drag on her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly.

"But... I understand now," she continues, looking at him with a soft expression. "it happened, and we can't take it back. And I... I don't want to be angry at you forever."

Y/n gathers her courage and looks directly at him, her eyes meeting his. "Oscar," she says, her voice steady but soft, "What... what did that kiss mean to you?"

Oscar looks at her, his expression conflicted. He lets out a heavy breath, his eyes dropping to the bottom of the pool for a moment. "I..." he begins, his voice trailing off. He hesitates, clearly struggling to find the words.

His fingers fidget with the cigarette in his hand, his nervous energy palpable. "It…it was a mistake," he finally says, his voice quiet. "A stupid, impulsive mistake."

Oscar looks up at her, his eyes meeting hers, a mixture of guilt and determination in them. "But…but it's also the one mistake I don't regret," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oscar looks at her, his expression serious and sincere. "I…I love you," he says, his voice firm. "I think I've loved you for a long time, I just didn't realize it until we kissed."

Oscar looks at her, his eyes filled with affection. "I love everything about you," he says, his voice filled with heartfelt sincerity. "Your smile, your laugh, your eyes, the way you light up a room when you walk in. I love the way you always know how to make me feel better when I'm down, and how you're not afraid to call me out when I'm being an ass."

He continues, his words pouring out of him like a flood. "I love the way you always smell like vanilla, and how your hair looks when it's messy first thing in the morning. I love the way you sing to yourself when you think no one's listening."

He takes a step closer to her, his gaze unwavering. "I love everything about you…your stubbornness, your kindness, your honesty, your strength…." he trails off, his voice filled with emotion. He reaches out and touches her cheek gently with his fingers, his touch light, almost reverent.

Oscar looks at her, his expression filled with remorse. "I'm sorry for not noticing it earlier," he says, his voice earnest. "For not realizing how I truly felt about you until now. I was a fool, Y/n. I was blind to what was right in front of me."

He smiles softly, his eyes filled with nostalgia. "You know, the first time we met, I could tell that you were a good soul. There was something about you that just…called to me, even though we had just met," he says. "But I didn't want to make my mind up yet. I wanted to get to know you better before I decided how I felt."

Oscar chuckles softly. "I was so awkward around you at first," he admits, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I didn't know how to talk to you. I wasn't sure how to act or what to say. You intimidated me, and I was scared of saying the wrong thing and screwing things up."

Oscar is in the middle of speaking when suddenly, he's cut off by the feeling of Y/n's lips on his. He's taken aback for a moment, shocked by the suddenness of the kiss. But soon, he melts into it, his worries fading away as he returns the kiss.

Y/n

I smirk playfully as Oscar pulls back. I teasingly say, "I get it Oscar. You like me." I grin at his dumbfounded expression, amused by how flustered he looks.

"You can stop gushing about all the things you like about me now," I say, poking him playfully in the chest. "I think I get the picture."

Oscar blushes, his expression sheepish. "Oh, shut up," he says, a hint of embarrassment in his voice. "I can't help it. I just…I just really like you, Y/n."

I roll my eyes but smile, not able to keep up the teasing act. "You're such a sap," she says affectionately, lightly punching him in the arm.

Oscar laughs and pretends to rub his arm like it's wounded. "Hey, watch it," he says, pretending to pout. "I'm a sensitive guy, I can't handle your tough love."

I laugh, my expression softening as I look at him. "Oh, please," I say. "You can handle anything I throw at you, you big baby."

Oscar feigns offended. "Big baby? Who are you calling a big baby?" he says, his pout growing comically more exaggerated.

The two of them are in the middle of their playful banter when suddenly, it starts to rain. The raindrops begin to fall around them, pattering softly against the ground and the windows of the house behind them.

Oscar looks up at the sky, a grin spreading across his face. "Well, that escalated quickly," he says, watching as the rain starts to pick up.

Oscar quickly gathers his belongings, pocketing his lighter and putting away his cigarettes. Then, he grabs Y/n's arm and drags her lightly into the kitchen, both of them suppressing giggles as they go. The rain is now coming down harder, pelting against the windows and the house's roof.

They find themselves in the kitchen, the rain pouring outside creating a soft background noise. Y'n glances at the counter and remembers the cookies she left there earlier.

"Oh, right," she says, walking over to the counter. "I almost forgot about these."

Oscar watches as Y/n picks up the cookies, his expression softening as he looks at her. He's been struck by the way she looks in the dim light of the kitchen, her hair slightly tousled and her eyes shining.

Oscar looks at the clock on the wall and sees that it's almost twelve-thirty. He turns to Y/n and says, "We probably should go upstairs. It's getting late and the rain isn't getting any lighter."

Y/n agrees and the two of them walk side by side, slowly making their way up the stairs. The soft sound of their footsteps echo through the quiet house, broken only by the muffled sound of the rain outside.

They reach the top of the stairs and find themselves in front of their respective rooms. Oscar looks at Y/n, a soft smile on his face. “Well, goodnight,” he says, reaching for the doorknob to his room.

Y/n turns to face him, her expression mirroring his. "Goodnight, Oscar," she replies, her voice soft. She reaches for her own doorknob, a small smile on her lips.

Oscar hesitates for a moment, his hand on the doorknob. He wants to say something, but the words don’t seem to come out. Instead, he gives her one last smile, his eyes reflecting the same feelings he had expressed earlier by the pool.

Y/n enters her room, closing the door behind her. She walks over to her bed, the rain still falling softly outside the window and lays down. She can still feel the remnants of the butterflies from earlier, and a warm, fluttery feeling in her chest.

Y/n lays in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the smile still on her face. After a few minutes, she starts to feel restless and the thought of Oscar comes to her mind. She debates with herself for a moment but eventually decides to get up and knock on Oscar’s door.

Oscar opens the door, a puzzled expression on his face. He was already in his sweatpants and a t-shirt, getting ready to go to bed. He looks at Y/n, surprised to see her standing there.

She pushes his door open further and steps forward, pressing her lips against Oscar's in a sudden, impulsive kiss. Oscar is caught off guard for a moment, his eyes widening in surprise. But then, he melts into the kiss, his hands coming up to cradle her face as he kisses her back.

Y/n keeps pushing him backward into his room, not breaking the kiss. Oscar stumbles slightly, but he allows her to lead him deeper into the room, his hands moving to her waist to steady himself.

She kicks the door closed behind her, the soft thud echoing through the quiet room. They're now standing in the middle of the room, still tangled in each other's embrace, their kiss growing deeper and more passionate.

Oscar breaks the kiss, slightly panting, a smile on his lips. He looks at her, his expression a mix of surprise and amusement. "Not that I’m complaining or anything," he says, his voice slightly hoarse, “but what's with the sudden kiss?”

Y/n looks at him, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of desire and affection. She reaches up and runs her fingers through his hair, her touch gentle. "I just couldn't help myself," she says, her voice low and sultry. "I needed to feel your lips on mine again.

Oscar's eyes flutter shut at her touch, his breath hitching in his throat. He leans into her touch, a soft moan escaping his lips. "You're driving me crazy, you know that?" he says, his voice husky.

Y/n grins at his reaction, her fingers continuing to play with his hair. "That's the plan," she replies, her tone playful. She steps closer to him, her body pressing against his.

Oscar's voice is low and sultry, his eyes fixed on hers. He steps closer to her, their bodies almost flush together. "Lie down for me, baby," he says, his words a soft command.

Y/n feels a shiver run down her spine at his words, her skin prickling with desire. Without protest, she slowly moves to his bed and lays down on her back, her eyes never leaving his.

Oscar watches her as she moves to his bed, his gaze roaming over her body hungrily. He follows her, crawling onto the bed and positioning himself over her, his body hovering just above hers, his arms supporting his weight.

Oscar feels her hands running through his hair and smiles against her skin. He continues to nibble and kiss her neck, his hands beginning to wander over her body, exploring her curves. Y/n's soft moans and whimpers only fuel his desire, his touch becoming more possessive, more urgent.

His hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh. He lifts his head, his breath hot against her ear. "You're so beautiful like this," he whispers, his voice gruff. "All mine."

Oscar's hands move under her shirt, his fingers tracing the curve of Y/n's waist before they settle on her breasts, his thumbs teasing her nipples, causing her to arch into his touch. The once soft tender kisses deepened, their tongues dancing in a passionate exchange.

Slowly, Oscar broke the kiss, letting his mouth travel down Y/n's neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he went. Her breath hitched as his lips reached her breasts, his tongue flicking at her nipples, making her gasp. Her back arches off the bed, offering herself to him, wanting more.

Oscar's hands slid down her body, his fingers hooking onto the waistband of her shorts and panties. With a gentle tug, he pulled them off, revealing her swollen, wet cunt. His eyes locked on her, desire burning in their depths, before he dipped his head, his tongue tracing the outline of her folds.

Y/n's hands clutched the sheets as Oscar began to lavish attention on her, his tongue delving inside her, his fingers tracing circles around her clit. The pleasure built a slow, seductive burn that her writhing beneath him.

Her hips bucked, seeking more of his touch, her moans filling the room. Oscar's lips and tongue explored every inch of her, each lick, each suck, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Her breaths grew ragged, her body tensing, the pleasure building to a crescendo. Oscar's name was a whispered plea on her lips, her back arching off the bed, her body trembling as her climax crashed over her. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, her inner muscles clenching around Oscar's tongue as he continued to pleasure her, not relenting until the last shudder subsided.

Oscar, still on his knees between Y/n's legs, took a moment to savor the sight of her flushed cheeks, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He could see the glistening evidence of his efforts on her inner thighs.

As he looked up at her, Y/n's gaze met his, her eyes filled with desire and a hint of mischief. She reached down, her fingers tracing the outline of the wet spot on Oscar's grey sweatpants, a small smile playing on her lips.

Oscar grinned, his eyes dark with lust, before he stood, hands reaching for the hem of his sweatpants. He pulled them down, his erection springing free, slick with pre-cum.

Y/n's eyes widened as she took in the sight, her hand reaching out to stroke Oscar's cock, her fingers coated with the evidence of his arousal. Oscar groaned, his head falling back as he savored the sensation.

With a seductive grin, Y/n pulled him down, urging him to her on the bed. Oscar complied, his body settling between hers. He positioned himself at her entrance, their eyes locked, sharing a silent moment of consent before he entered her, their bodies joining into one.

Y/n's back arched, meeting Oscar's thrusts with a fervor that matched his own. The bed creaked under their weight, the mattress shifting with each movement.

Echoes of their moans and gasps filled the room, the sound of their lovemaking bouncing off the walls. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they moved together, skin slapping against skin.

Y/n's nails dug into Oscar's back, her legs trembling as the pleasure built within her. The room around them faded, their world reduced to the sensation of their bodies, the taste of their kisses.

Abandoning all restraint, his thrusts grew more urgent, his hips slamming into Y/n's with each powerful stroke. The headboard banged against the wall, the sound adding to their moans.

Her nails dug deeper into Oscar's back, leaving scratch marks as her orgasm neared. Her body tensed, her inner muscles clenching around his cock. The room filled with cries of pleasure as her climax crashed over her.

Feeling Y/n's body quiver around him, Oscar couldn't hold back any longer. His own release followed swiftly, his body tensing as he filled her completely. They lay there, panting their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison.

As their breathing steadied, Oscar pulled her closer, their bodies still joined, the scent of sex surrounding them.

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. She starts to kiss his neck, lips light and gentle, a stark contrast to the passionate frenzy from before. Her body is still pressed close to his, her bare skin against his.

Oscar melts under her touch, his eyes fluttering shut, a small moan escaping his lips. He wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on her abdomen. He tilts his head to give her better access to his neck, his skin burning wherever her skin touches his.

Her kisses are soft and slow, a gentle caress on his skin. She can feel his body relax under her touch, his breath becoming steadier as he lets himself bask in the aftermath of their encounter. Y/n moves her lips from his neck, trailing kisses along his jaw and up to his ear.

Oscar gets up from the bed and walks over to his closet. He rummages through his clothes and pulls out a clean shirt. He looks back at Y/n, who is lying on the bed, her eyes half-closed and a sleepy smile on her face.

He walks back to the bed and pulls the shirt over her head, gently maneuvering her arms through the sleeves. The shirt is slightly large on her, but it looks cute, almost like a dress.

Oscar watches as she puts on the shirt, his expression softening at how cute she looks. He takes a moment to admire her before speaking up.

"You look so adorable in my shirt," he says, his voice quiet and affectionate.

Oscar lays back down beside her, pulling her close and wrapping his arms around her. She sighs contentedly, her head resting against his chest, the sound of his heartbeat steady and reassuring in her ear.

Y/n was about to drift off to sleep, her eyes heavy and her body relaxed against Oscar's chest, when suddenly she sat up, her expression filled with shock. She looks at Oscar, her eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and concern.

Y/n looks at Oscar, her voice filled with worry. "What if my parents heard us?" she whispers, her eyes wide with concern. "Or your siblings?"

Oscar chuckles softly, shaking his head. "Relax," he says, his voice soft and comforting. "Nobody heard us. We were being quiet."

"Besides," he continues, a hint of playful teasing in his voice, "My siblings are heavy sleepers. They could sleep through a hurricane."

Y/n relaxes slightly at his words. She knows he's probably right, but she can't help the residual worry that still lingers in her mind. She looks at him, her expression a bit sheepish now. "You're sure they didn't hear us?" she asks again, her voice still hushed.

Oscar grins at her question. "I'm absolutely positive they didn't hear us," he says, his tone confident. "My siblings are like logs when they sleep. And the doors in this house are pretty thick, you know."

"Plus," he adds, his voice dropping to a whisper, "I don't think we were THAT loud. We were pretty careful." He gives her a sly smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Y/n looks at him with a smirk and says, "Seriously? We weren't that loud? Have you forgotten how much the headboard was slamming against the wall just a few minutes ago?"

Oscar grins at her words, unabashedly unrepentant. "Yeah, yeah, I get it," he says, his tone light and teasing. "We were a bit noisy, but come on. Nobody heard us. They're all probably passed out by now."

As Y/n giggles, Oscar smiles at the sound. But then she gasps suddenly, causing him to look at her with concern. "What's wrong?" he asks, his brows furrowing with worry.

Y/n sits up, her eyes landing on an old stuffed animal that's sitting by the window. A look of surprise and nostalgia crosses her face. "Oh my god," she whispers, her voice filled with disbelief. "I can't believe it. I thought I'd lost this stuffed animal years ago."

She reaches out and picks up the stuffed animal, holding it carefully in her hands. A smile spreads across her face as she looks at it, her fingers running over the soft and familiar fabric, the memories of her childhood rushing back to her.

Oscar watches her as she holds the stuffed animal, a small smile on his face. He sees the nostalgic look on her face and can't help but ask.

"Is that yours?" he says, his voice soft. "I mean, it was already here when I switched rooms with May."

Y/n looks up at him, her eyes still glued to the stuffed animal. "Yeah," she says, her voice filled with fondness. "It's my old stuffed animal from when I was a kid. I can't believe it's still here all this time."

Oscar reaches over and kisses her forehead gently, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment. "Cute," he murmurs, a soft smile on his face. As Y/n cuddles the stuffed animal, he watches her with a warm gaze, his hand resting on her hip.

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[MASTER POST]

(LIST & LINKS DOWN BELOW)

(Still too lazy to change the master post cover lol)

Outcast: Sup fellas. Outcast!Sans here! Me and my partner, Avia, would like to welcome you all to our lil' side of the multiverse.

Avia: For this post, we'll be creating a 'Master Post' documenting all our progress (and shenanigans) in the creation of this AU.

So if you're interested, please like, follow and stay tuned for further updates!💜

And If any of you have questions either about the lore or characters, please feel free to Ask!❤️💙

Outcast: Aaannd if ya just wanna chillax, you can always ask good ol' Sans for some 'rib-tickling' jokes! Heh

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About [Asking]

About Ships // pt.2

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[MY AUs]

PROMISEDTALE

REFERENCE SHEETS

Chara ref sheet // pt.2

Alphys & Papyrus

Promise!Gaster Color Palette + character references

Age ref

AU INFO

Soul Modes

Data Collection // pt.2 // pt.3

Gaster's Ability

Outcast's Soul

Soul Synchronization

Scrying Poppies

Height.lol

Crashing

Error Confrontation

Bad Sanses // MTT interaction

SNOWBY SHENANIGANS pt1, pt2, pt3

British Gaster XD

Brotherless

Core.Frisk Encounter

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Gaster's friends

Hobbies

Nightmare Encounter

A Blessing or A Curse

COMIC

File_01—Gaster (Chapter 0)

Cover-p. 5, p. 6-8, p.9-10, p.11-13, p.14-15, p.16-17, p.18-21, p.22-24, p.25-28, p.29-31, p.32-35, p.36-38, p.39-41, p.42 (extra), p.43-44, p.45-46, p.47-49, p.50-51, p.52-53, p.54-55

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DREAMLESS AU

Creator's ramblings

More ramblings TwT

Besties XD

The Skele-boys Gang XD

Nightlight outfit design! (Line art)

Finding Dream

Dreamless

Height

Meeting with the OGs X3

Dreamless' Last Letter

Dreamless in color (still too lazy to make a ref sheet TwT)

Inevitable Fate

Training // Success

A Dream or A Nightmare

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[AU SPECIALS]

(just for fun and art practices)

Outcast!Sans zine cover

12.22♑

Christmas Special X3

New Year 2025!

Promise!Gaster Art

Outcast color practice

Avia color practice

The Skele-boys Gang XD

250+ Animatic Special💜🎉🎉 // script

Favorite/theme songs

Special Cake by Mama Star!✨

Human versions X3 // pt.2

Gaster doodles

Valentine's Special❤️💙💚🧡✨✨// + SNOWBY

MafiaAU.lol // pt.2

Swapped out XD ft.Epictale (lol)

Kun1 DTIYS X3

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#asks

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#PromisedTalefanarts

#DreamlessAU

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#Outcast!Sans

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wandafiction · 1 year ago

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Just Us - Series List Chapter 1 -98

Y/n is a multimillionaire. Wanda Maximoff is a divorced mum of two twin boys who is trying her best. What happens when their paths cross at a club and Y/n takes Wanda home for the night?

Warnings: This story is an 18+ read, Minors DNI, contains talks and description of Death, Accidents, Injury, Child Loss, Abuse (Physical and Emotional), Anxiety, Panic Attacks, Suggestive themes, Smut (Each Chapter With Themes Explained), Angst (Lots of It), And Some Fluff Thrown in because I felt bad. Top Reader, Bottom Wanda

Each chapter will come with their own warnings.

This is a story that I have put up on my Wattpad and my Ao3 and thought I would share it here for more of you wonderful people. I do hope you enjoy this read. There will be mistakes here and there and maybe some incorrect translations.

So this is an AU story with the MCU characters. So the ages and story lines with be changed and different from that in the movies.

I will right some history for each character as the story progresses just so ages and other things make sense.

All the Character's in this are played by their respective actors and certain aspects of the MCU have been added in. But once again its not going to be an alternative marvel story it is a completely different universe.

I don't own any if the MCU characters.

Master List

Chapter List

Chapter 1 - Yours or Mine

Chapter 2 18+ - First Time

Chapter 3 - How Much

Chapter 4 18+ - Beautiful

Chapter 5 - Accent

Chapter 6 - The Twins

Chapter 7 - Just Add 8

Chapter 8 - Panic Attack

Chapter 9 - Sounds Like A date

Chapter 10 - Happy Tears

Chapter 11 - Twenty Percent

Chapter 12 - Favourite Colour

Chapter 13 - Ex-husbands Clothes

Chapter 14 18+ - Trust is Not Like Candy

Chapter 15 - Morning Bliss

Chapter 16 - Sisterly Advice

Chapter 17 - Lunch Date

Chapter 18 - Not By Blood, By Choice

Chapter 19 18+ - Frozen Peas

Chapter 20 - Scarlet Witch

Chapter 21 - Iron Man

Chapter 22 18+ - Love Language

Chapter 23 - The Friends

Chapter 24 - Hela's Kitchen

Chapter 25 - The Question

Chapter 26 - From Second To First

Chapter 27 - Mr Blue Sky

Chapter 28 - Protective Friend

Chapter 29 - It's Real To Me

Chapter 30 - Pile On

Chapter 31 18+ - Water Fight

Chapter 32 - Head Scratches

Chapter 33 - Billy's Discovery

Chapter 34 - Superhero Trio

Chapter 35 - Pancakes and L Bombs.

Chapter 36 - 10 Out Of 10 Dive

Chapter 37 - Tickle Monster

Chapter 38 - Sarah Stark

Chapter 39 - Love Persevering

Chapter 40 - First Meeting

Chapter 41 - Hear, Listen, Take It In

Chapter 42 - Touch

Chapter 43 - Mockingbird

Chapter 44 - Family

Chapter 45 - Search Party

Chapter 46 - Bowl Of Popcorn

Chapter 47 - Pet Names

Chapter 48 18+ - Trying Something New

Chapter 49 - French Braids

Chapter 50 - Not Taking Advantage

Chapter 51 - To Understand Someone

Chapter 52 - The Row

Chapter 53 18+ - I Need You

Chapter 54 - Your Flaws Are Your Strengths

Chapter 55 18+ - Jealousy

Chapter 56 - I Can't Be Here

Chapter 57 - Stephanie Grace Turner

Chapter 58 - Zak The Waiter

Chapter 59 18+ - Declarations

Chapter 60 - Clingy

Chapter 61 - Triple Chocolate Brownies

Chapter 62 - Watch Me

Chapter 63 - Grown-Up Conversations

Chapter 64 - A+

Chapter 65 18+ - Dynamic

Chapter 66 - You Don't Get It

Chapter 67 - Conditioned

Chapter 68 - Selachimorpha

Chapter 69 - Beed Stroganoff

Chapter 70 - Ruby-Throated Hummingbird

Chapter 71 - Realisations

Chapter 72 - Princess

Chapter 73 - The Talk

Chapter 74 - Black Widow

Chapter 75 - Can I Join You

Chapter 76 - Люли, люли, люленьки

Chapter 77 - Moose

Chapter 78 - Aurora Borealis

Chapter 79 - Calgary

Chapter 80 18+ - Mirror

Chapter 81 - Massage and Important Conversations

Chapter 82 - Banff

Chapter 83 - Strawberries

Chapter 84 - Bayushki Bayu

Chapter 85 - Cookies

Chapter 86 18+ - Control

Chapter 87 - Hyper Puppy

Chapter 88 - Treehouse

Chapter 89 - 312

Chapter 90 - Forgiveness

Chapter 91 18+ - Always Feel Good

Chapter 92 - Your Third Love

Chapter 93 18+ - Daddy

Chapter 94 - Home

Chapter 95 - Stalker

Chapter 96 - Can't Catch A Break

Chapter 97 18+ - Mile High Club

Chapter 98 - Happy

Series List 99 -

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differentpostrebel · 9 months ago

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Master List!

A/N: Hi everyone! Here is the masterlist for my work. I will also be uploading them onto AO3. A little bit about me is that I love to write, read, watch anime, and more!. I am 27 years old, and writing has just been my way to get either a message out there or to tell a story. Some stories will have bonus chapters so that we can dive in some more on details that may not have been featured on the main series. Each one will say a bonus chapter on them. I will also write: Short series, Long Series, One shots. Some of the chapters may contain strong language, violence, smut, etc. Listed below are the works I have done and the new ones that will be worked on once I completed the series or works done. Lost and Found: A Pirate’s Promise- Sanji x Y/N, One piece x Reader- (On going) Synopsis:

Y/N is an established pirate and a formidable warrior, with the third highest bounty in the Straw Hat crew. She's not just another member; her strength and skills have earned her a respected spot among the crew. Sanji, our favorite lovesick cook, falls head over heels for Y/N almost immediately. True to his nature, he tries every trick in the book to catch her attention, from cooking her favorite meals to showering her with compliments. On the other hand, Y/N may have a small crush on Sanji, but she’s cautious and focused on her goals as a pirate. As the story progresses, that small crush gradually blossoms into something more profound, but their journey together won't be easy. With the chaos of the New World looming, the dangers they face will test their bond and loyalty to each other. Will their love be strong enough to survive the trials ahead, or will the perils of their pirate life tear them apart?

Chapter 1,

Chapter 2,

Chapter 3,

Chapter 4,

Chapter 5,

Chapter 6,

Chapter 7,

Chapter 8,

Chapter 9,

Chapter 10,

Chapter 11,

Chapter 12,

Chapter 13,

Chapter 14,

Chapter 15,

Chapter 16,

Chapter 17,

Chapter 18,

Chapter 19,

Chapter 20,

Chapter 21,

Chapter 22,

Chapter 23,

Chapter 24,

Chapter 25,

Chapter 26,

Chapter 27,

Chapter 28,

Chapter 29,

Chapter 30,

Chapter 31,

Chapter 32,

Chapter 33,

Chapter 34,

Chapter 35,

Chapter 36

Chapter 37,

Chapter 38 ,

Chapter 39 ,

Chapter 40 ,

Chapter 41

Chapter 41.5 (Bonus Chapter) ,

Chapter 42 ,

Chapter 43

Chapter 44 ,

Chapter 45 ,

Chapter 46 ,

Chapter 47 ,

Chapter 48 Part 1 ,

Chapter 48 Part 2,

Chapter 49 Part 1 ,

Chapter 49 Part 2 ,

Chapter 50 ,

Chapter 51 ,

Chapter 52

Chapter 53 part 1

Chapter 53 Part 2

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60 part 2

Chapter 61 part 1 , part 2, part 3(new)

Queen of the Night-Halloween special ft Sanji and Usopp

Die with a Smile - Portgas D. Ace x Y/N- Synopsis: Y/N, the determined daughter of Fleet Admiral Sakazuki, and Ace, the free-spirited son of Gol D. Roger, have always been bound by their legacies. After going their separate ways to pursue their own pirate dreams, they find themselves crossing paths once again. As they face off against the dangers of the Grand Line, old wounds resurface, and the sparks between them become impossible to ignore. With freedom and their futures on the line, can they overcome their pasts and the expectations that threaten to pull them apart?

Chapter 1: Beginnings

Chapter 2: Taste

Chapter 3: Changes

Chapter 4: Dreamin

Chapter 5: We meet again

Chapter 6: Coming soon

#masterlist #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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blackcleo7 · 5 months ago

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Farewell's Journal

1st Entry - Revolutionshipping: a bond beyond time.

Few relationships in Yu-Gi-Oh! carry as much unspoken depth as that between Atem and Anzu.

From the earliest chapters of the manga, Kazuki Takahashi wove a connection between them that was complex, layered, and undeniably magnetic.

Though it never materialized into romance, the chemistry was always there—lingering in stolen glances, quiet moments, and the weight of unspoken words.

Why is Revolutionshipping so special

The dynamic between Atem and Anzu is one of contrasts and complements.

Atem carries the weight of his past and destiny, while Anzu embodies dreams, the future, and the pursuit of something beyond the known. She is drawn to his strength, wisdom, and mystery, while he finds in her a grounding presence—someone who sees him as more than just a ruler or a spirit bound to a puzzle.

Their bond isn’t built on shared childhood memories like Anzu and Yugi’s, but on something more immediate and instinctual—an unspoken understanding that, in another life, in another time, could have been something more.

There’s an undeniable chemistry in their interactions.

Unlike Yugi, Anzu instinctively responds to Atem’s confidence and presence. She challenges him in ways others don’t, and he respects her not just out of gratitude but as an equal. She doesn’t idolize him, nor does she depend on him for protection—she simply sees him for who he is, both as a king and as a person.

In turn, Atem brings out a different side of her. With him, she is both challenged and inspired.

They don’t just complement each other’s strengths; they uplift each other in moments of doubt, creating a bond that is as grounding as it is inspiring.

Their personalities complement each other naturally.

Anzu is ambitious, determined, and unafraid to challenge authority—qualities that align with Atem’s own strength and leadership.

Unlike Yugi, who is more hesitant, Atem meets her at her level, creating a connection built on mutual respect and attraction.

At the same time, they balance each other’s weaknesses.

Atem, despite his confidence, carries the burden of duty and isolation, struggling to express vulnerability.

Anzu encourages him to see beyond obligation and embrace the idea of personal happiness.

Conversely, she sometimes doubts her own path, torn between dreams and reality, and Atem, with his unwavering resolve, reminds her to believe in herself and move forward without fear.

What Anzu and Atem share that Yugi does not

One of the most overlooked yet telling revo moments in the manga is chapter 41.

Anzu and Yugi make a love test with their lovely two, but it doesn’t beep.

When Atem takes over however, the Tamagotchi reacts.

While this may seem like a small detail, it almost feels as if Kazuki Takahashi himself is subtly suggesting their compatibility—after all, why include such a moment if not to highlight a contrast?

Evidence of this can be seen as early as Season 0, where several moments between them were removed, a trend that continued into the 2000s anime adaptation.

This isn’t the only time we see this dynamic.

In the early chapters of the manga, when Takahashi had more creative freedom, there are numerous moments that highlight Anzu and Atem’s unique connection.

As the series progresses, Atem becomes more distant, but this shift seems less like a natural evolution of his character and more like an editorial decision to reinforce his contrast with Yugi.

Why it can’t happen

Atem does not belong in Anzu’s world, just as she does not belong in his.

His very existence is tied to the past, to a destiny that was set in motion thousands of years ago.

No matter how much either of them may wish otherwise, Atem’s journey was always leading him toward one inevitable conclusion—returning to the afterlife.

This is why their relationship remains forever in the realm of “what if.”

Unlike other potential romances, this one is never given a real chance, not because of lack of feelings, but because it was never meant to be realized.

The story itself does not allow it.

Anzu’s development: from attraction to love

Anzu’s feelings for Atem evolve gradually throughout the series. Initially, she sees him as a mysterious, confident version of Yugi—an aspect of him that had always been hidden. In the early manga and anime, she expresses fascination with this other Yugi, believing him to be just another side of Yugi himself. At this stage, her emotions remain tied to Yugi as a whole, rather than recognizing Atem as his own person.

This idea is reinforced in chapter 80 of the manga, where she states that it doesn’t matter which of the two she is with—because to her, they are both Yugi. However, this moment also marks a turning point. As the story progresses, she begins to understand the truth: Atem is not Yugi. He is someone else entirely, with his own thoughts, struggles, and destiny.

Atem is the one who challenges her, who meets her intensity, who resonates with her in a way Yugi never quite does. Even if she never says it out loud, her heart had already chosen.

This realization shifts her feelings from an innocent crush to something deeper—marked by admiration, longing, and an undeniable chemistry.

Though she deeply cares for Yugi, their bond is built on friendship and familiarity rather than passion and attraction.

Atem’s development: from loneliness to the Duat

Atem’s journey isn’t just about regaining his memories—it’s about finding his place in the world and, ultimately, accepting his fate.

And Anzu plays a pivotal role in this.

She is the one who, perhaps more than anyone else, encourages him to follow his heart, even when it means facing the painful truth: his destiny lies beyond this world.

Despite loving him, despite knowing what it will cost her, she chooses to support him. That selflessness is exactly what gives Atem the strength to walk forward.

Through Anzu, Atem learns not just who he was, but who he is.

But beyond the emotional support, Anzu also plays a crucial role in uncovering his past.

Without her, Atem wouldn’t have remembered his true name—one of the most vital keys to his journey.

It is through her that he bridges the gap between his forgotten past and his present self.

The cartouche she gifts him, the name she helps him reclaim… these aren’t just symbolic gestures. They are tangible, irreplaceable moments that lead him to his ultimate resolution.

And when the moment comes for him to step into the Duat, Atem is already resolute in his choice.

The unwavering belief she has always shown in him, the way she has pushed him forward throughout his journey, is part of what gave him the strength to make that decision in the first place.

Even if she can no longer influence his path, her presence in his life has already shaped the person he has become.

And this is where Anzu plays a unique role.

While Yugi cares for Atem, he never truly pushes him to focus on himself.

Instead, he leaves that task to Anzu.

She is the one who doesn’t just stand by his side in battle, but actively seeks out his well-being, making sure that, for once, someone is looking after him.

In this way, Anzu gives Atem something no one else does—the space to be vulnerable, to be human, and to be loved.

Atem’s resolve: holding back.

Despite whatever feelings he may have, Atem is fully aware of his fate.

He is not meant to stay in the present, and he refuses to take anything away from Yugi—including the possibility of a relationship with Anzu. He values Yugi too much to ever interfere with his happiness.

This is another reason why Atem never openly acknowledges any feelings he may have for Anzu.

He knows that if he allows himself to get too close, it will only make leaving harder—not just for him, but for her as well.

His concern for her safety goes beyond that of a simple friend—he takes responsibility for her well-being in a way that is deeply personal.

Despite his restraint, Atem is undeniably protective of Anzu.

Time and time again, he is the first to step in when she is in danger, whether it’s during Duelist Kingdom, Battle City, or even small moments in between.

Her silence speaks volumes. It shows her loyalty to Yugi, her unwillingness to be selfish at his expense.

There’s also another subtle but important detail—Anzu never directly tells Atem about her feelings for him.

This isn’t because she’s uncertain, but rather because she prioritizes Yugi’s feelings over her own.

She knows that if she were to openly confess to Atem, it could deeply hurt Yugi, who has always been there for her. This hesitation isn’t about doubt; it’s about kindness.

Why Yugi supports them

One of the most fascinating aspects of this dynamic is Yugi’s own role in it.

Despite his own feelings for Anzu, he actively encourages her to spend time with Atem, believing that it will help the Pharaoh feel more connected to their world.

And he’s right—Atem does open up more when he’s with Anzu, becoming not just a king or a protector, but a person.

Yugi’s actions can be interpreted in multiple ways.

On one hand, he may simply believe he doesn’t have a chance with Anzu and steps aside out of selflessness.

On the other, Yugi is deeply empathetic—he understands people better than they understand themselves. Perhaps he sees something in Atem that isn’t explicitly stated: a growing attachment, an unspoken longing. It’s possible that Yugi recognizes Atem’s feelings before even Atem himself does, and rather than stand in the way, he allows things to unfold naturally.

Unlike Yugi, Atem is restrained—both by his nature and by his role. People often forget that he is a Pharaoh, a figure bound by duty, where personal attachments have no place.

What makes this even more compelling is that, while Atem and Yugi are opposites in many ways, they are ultimately two sides of the same person. This likely extends to their emotions as well.

If Yugi harbors feelings for Anzu, it’s not unthinkable that Atem does too, even if he is less outwardly expressive about them.

Atem embodies the full weight of that responsibility, to the point where his entire existence is dedicated to protecting others, often at his own expense.

Why Revolutionshipping makes more sense

In the Yu-Gi-Oh! fandom, many fans explore different pairings and relationships between characters. Some of these relationships are clearly romantic, like Yugi’s feelings for Anzu or Jounouchi’s affection for Mai. Even Kaiba’s attachment to the Blue-Eyes White Dragon has romantic undertones, given his past life connection with Kisara. However, when it comes to Atem, there is no definitive indication in the series that he shares romantic feelings for anyone.

Atem’s connection with Yugi is unique and deeply emotional, but it is more akin to that of brothers or two souls bound by a shared destiny. Their bond transcends friendship, but it is not romantic. The connection between them is based on mutual respect and the understanding that they are two halves of the same soul. Their relationship is rooted in a deep, almost spiritual link, rather than any romantic tension.

When we consider Atem’s historical context, things become clearer. Atem is not only the spirit of a pharaoh, but also the reincarnation of Tutankhamun, who was married to Ankhesenamun.

As a ruler in ancient Egypt, Atem’s life and role would have been defined by the expectations of his time—marriage and the need for heirs. This historical perspective further supports the idea that Atem’s connection is naturally inclined toward a romantic bond with a woman.

Given this, it makes more sense for Atem’s romantic potential to lie with someone like Anzu. While Atem never explicitly expresses his feelings in the series, their growing bond over time suggests a connection that could develop into something deeper.

Anzu, with her unwavering support, helps Atem confront his past and come to terms with his destiny, making their relationship one that holds the potential for love.

A love that could never be

Revolutionshipping is a story of love that was never meant to happen. Not because there was no connection, but because fate simply did not allow it.

Atem’s duty was always to return to the past, and Anzu’s future was already planned in the present.

But perhaps that’s what makes their bond so powerful.

It is a love that exists between two people from different worlds—one that could have been, if only time had allowed it.

And sometimes, the most unforgettable love stories are the ones that never truly had a chance.

#revolutionshipping #yugioh #pharaoh atem #atem #yami yugi #anzu mazaki #tea gardner #王杏 #farewelldoujinshi #atemxanzu #遊戯王 #ancient egypt #tutankhamen #love #this took me a week omg #vanishshipping

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kikyoupdates · 10 months ago

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⭑˚💘⭑ bnha x f!reader

reverse harem, my hero academia x fem!reader, slowburn

Ever since your Quirk first manifested, you’ve been the apple of everyone’s eye. With the goal of becoming a hero, you enroll to U.A. and soon find yourself drawing the attention of many. Will you form genuine connections with others, or is this all just your power's will?

00 — prologue 01 — beloved 02 — pastel heart 03 — new class cutie 04 — lover boy 05 — sweet & spicy 06 — sugar cheeks 07 — freckles 08 — win their hearts 09 — divine presence 10 — overtake them all 11 — pretty hurts 12 — two of a kind 13 — princess of mischief 14 — mesmerizing 15 — the charmed 16 — wondrous beauty 17 — blessed by the gods 18 — cherry lips 19 — cats are great 20 — chicken nuggets 21 — drunk on love 22 — affectionate storm 23 — simply lovely 24 — boyfriends 25 — like a butterfly 26 — disillusioned 27 — aesthete 28 — serendipity 39 — love trumps all 30 — enchanting 31 — chance meetings 32 — no love 33 — serene 34 — sun kissed 35 — melting gaze 36 — exquisite 37 — tainted beauty 38 — whispers in the night 39 — beautiful torment 40 — revered 41 — helpless little lamb 42 — a friend's hand 43 — flickering flame 44 — the gods must be crazy 45 — saccharine 46 — new home 47 — strengthened desires 48 — song of voice 49 — progress 50 — love you a latte 51 — center of attention 52 — thriving devotion 53 — graceful rescues 54 — disagreements 55 — a troubling feeling 56 — long overdue 57 — friends once more 58 — better than a kiss 59 — sowing the seeds 60 — instant defeat 61 — golden gaze 62 — love's in the cards 63 — humorous introduction 64 — repressed emotinos 65 — a discovery 66 — violent embrace 67 — arisen 68 — newfound appreciation 69 — shackled by pain 70 — infiltration 71 — the meaning of fear 72 — ghost-like beauty 73 — misguided love 74 — the raid's aftermath

More chapters are available on Quotev and Wattpad!

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everlastingdreams · 7 months ago

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Forged Of Fire Masterlist

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33

Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49

~~~~!!!More Chapters will be added as the story progresses!!!~~~~

Story Summary: Raised under the tiranny of your own family, and forced to steal to earn your keep, you struggle to survive. Born from a Fey mother, and a Manblood father who wanted only sons, you are forced to hide your Fey side. When you are ordered to steal from Father Carden by your half-brother, Cassian, your life spirals out of control and you find yourself at the mercy of the Weeping Monk. The life you knew changes drastically when Cassian betrays you in the cruelest of ways. A trade is made, a promise is broken, and a debt must be paid.

Warnings: Angst. Hurt. Trauma bonding. Intrafamily violence. Depression. Self-harm. Suicidal thoughts. Violence. Torture. Gore. Pining. Trauma. Self-Flagellation. Manipulation. Strong Language. Blood. Misogyny. PTSD. Spicy and smut parts. Slight redemption arc. Lima/Stockholm syndrom-ish. Childhood trauma.

Other warnings: Jealousy. Forced Marriage. Forbidden Love. Romance. Slow-burn Found Familly-ish. Comfort. Fluff. !SMUT and SPICE!

Word count of this fic: +250K

Chapters: 47 + Two extras.

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zeciex · 2 years ago

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A Vow of Blood Season 1 Masterlist

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on. This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Updates every Friday: A work in progress

Chapter 1: A prophecy foretold Chapter 2: Fireflies and Funerals Chapter 3: A debt made Chapter 4: The Arrival Chapter 5: The girl who leaves, the Woman whom returns Chapter 6: The unholiness of burning Chapter 7: Gossip and Needlepoint Chapter 8: Schemes and Artisans Chapter 9: The Feast Chapter 10: Beware the Blood Red Roses Thorns

Chapter 11: Words of a Scandal Chapter 12: The Whore that Lies Chapter 13: On Your Knees Chapter 14: From the Shadows Chapter 15: White Poppies Chapter 16: The Tourney; The Joust Chapter 17: The Tourney; The Melee Chapter 18: Ruination Chapter 19: Tea & Charity

Chapter 20: Sympathies for Maegor the Cruel Chapter 21: Moon Flower Chapter 22: The Ugly Seat Chapter 23: A Woman's Shame Chapter 24: The Boy With the Stars Chapter 25: The Seafarer Chapter 26: Dragonstone Chapter 27: Betrothal Chapter 28: The Sting of Bitter Betrayal Chapter 29: Little Nightshade

Chapter 30: In That House On Top Of The Rock Chapter 31: The Stranger's Company Chapter 32: The Hunt Chapter 33: Brōzi, riña hen narys Chapter 34: There's no measure 'within reason' for women Chapter 35: Pulling the Strings Chapter 36: Boris Baratheon Chapter 37: The Image of a son Chapter 38: Wine and Company Chapter 39: Once in Ivory, to the sound of bells

Chapter 40: Trapped like a Fox Chapter 41: The illusion of choice Chapter 42: Two sinners can't atone from a lone prayer Chapter 43: The Depravity of Desire Chapter 44: Think of the Stars Chapter 45: Blood in the Water Chapter 46: The Boundaries of a Winged Pig Chapter 47: The Vigil of the Old Gods Chapter 48: The Stag that Rages Chapter 49: The Stag hunts the Stag

Chapter 50: The Performance of Grief Chapter 51: Once in front of the fire, two become one Chapter 52: The Funeral of Boris Baratheon Chapter 53: The Hunger of Man Chapter 54: The Funeral Procession Chapter 55: Keeping Alliances Chapter 56: Souls tied, intertwined by our pride and guilt Chapter 57: Wisps of Smoke Chapter 58: A Missive of Ravens Chapter 59: A Claim of Bastardry

Chapter 60: The Last Supper Chapter 61: The Taste of Silence Chapter 62: Waves Chapter 63: In the Eye of the Father Chapter 64: The End of a Noose Chapter 65: A Fool with a Fool's Honor Chapter 66: The Son of Duty Chapter 67: The Daughter of Insolence Chapter 68: The Tempest of a Woman Chapter 69: Birds in a Cage

Chapter 70: The Beast Beneath the Boards Chapter 71: The Tower of the Hand Chapter 72: Ill Tidings Chapter 73: A Woman's War Chapter 74: Salt and Smoke Chapter 75: A Golden Crown of Sorrow pt. 1 Chapter 76: A Golden Crown of Sorrow pt. 2 Chapter 77: Haunted By The Daylight Chapter 78: A Boy And His Dragon Chapter 79: Vengeance Hungers

Chapter 80: The Bloody Hand of Dread Chapter 81: The Fool That Loved You Chapter 82: The Coward's Heart Chapter 83: The Death of A Son Chapter 84: A Sister's Rage Chapter 85: The Red Dress Chapter 86: A Vow of Fire and Blood Chapter 87: The Sworn Shield or The Boy Chapter 88: Cursed Child Chapter 89: Byka Ābrazȳrys

Chapter 90: The Mother's Prayer Chapter 91: The Favor of the Smallfolk Chapter 92: A Mother's Search Chapter 93: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green I Chapter 94: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green II Chapter 95: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green III Chapter 96: Once in grief, heart of black but forced in green IV Chapter 97: Etched in Flesh Chapter 98: Think of Home

#A Vow of Blood Masterlist

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feelbokkie · 2 years ago

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L♡VE IN F♡CUS | MASTERLIST

PAIRING: idol!Changbin x fem concert photographer/journalist!reader

GENRE: smau, crack, angst, fluff, (more coming soon)

P♡V: 1st/2nd person (depending on how you view it)

SUMMARY: Amateur concert photographer Y/n has recently been promoted to junior music journalist. Her first assignment? An exposé on the popular Kpop boy group, Stray Kids. Spending an entire tour doing in depth interviews with eight men seems simple enough, but one member isn't exactly open to the idea. Will Y/n be able to break down the walls around his heart, or will her big break turn into a big disaster?

STATUS: in progress

TAGLIST: open

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

PARTS:

PR♡FILES & EXTRAS: The Press Room | Stray Kids | Playlist

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

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yenonnoff · 2 years ago

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains a lot swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption,

⌒☆ status: on hiatus; started (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. 2 people, 1 truth (୨୧)

23. the act of kissing (୨୧)

24. plans & precautions

25. fame is not for the weak (୨୧)

26. a pro’s guide to scandals

27. stranger danger!

28. what comes after heartbreak? (୨୧)

ACTION:

29. mission failed (unsurprisingly)

30. 10 things i hate about you

31. i hate unrequited love tropes

32. beachside lesson on romance

33. seashells and slackers

34. to the miya’s (୨୧)

35. wait a minute, you what?!

36. mondays are for bad luck

37. anything for you (୨୧)

38. clown circus clown

39. love is when two hearts beat the same (୨୧)

ENDING CREDITS:

40. to new beginnings

41. i want to call you mine (୨୧)

42. choices with lovely outcomes (୨୧)

43. gross! lovebirds!

44. co-star to your main event

EXTRAS:

45. a lovely tryst

46. clueless romantic, but i love you

a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

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fallen-savior-mmz · 1 month ago

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A Fallen Savior excerpt from a future, un-named chapter <3

X’s eyes blearily opened, blinking to try to clear the sleep from them. He groaned as he attempted to sit up, his tangled mop of black hair clinging to his clammy face.

Why was he awake?

As the ancient android moved to wipe away the annoying strands of inky black and blue, a sudden jolt of pain lanced through his arm, the limb twitching and seizing for a few agonizing seconds before suddenly ceasing.

X gasped sharply at the pain, holding his breath before releasing it as the pain faded.

What the hell was that?!

With a shuddery whimper, the man quickly ran a diagnostics test on himself internally.

Everything was damaged now, when was it not?

Power core fluctuations were new, but not unexpected.

Wire degradation was also new, but he didn’t have the self-repair nanites to spare anymore…

His core was corrupting, slowly but surely. But again, that hadn’t been surprising.

Memory leak here, shorted cable there, cracked internal drives, yes, yes. This was all completely routine for X.

He wondered briefly how truly furious Cerveau would be if he could witness the depth of his rot.

Oh…there was something new.

Another jolt of pain ripped through him as his arm spasmed again, the man seething through his teeth, the pain so sudden, he couldn’t even produce sound.

New readings came across his mind.

:WARNING: CRITICAL POWER ERROR: KERNEL POWER EVENT ID 41

:LOCALIZATION: SHOULDER B

What?

X read the code over and over, trying to wrap his mind around it. He desperately wished his mind wasn’t slowing down with his core…

The answer popped into his head right as another strike of pain hit him. He whimpered through his teeth, gritting his eyes shut as the wave passed him.

The error flashed again.

Of course…there was THAT possibility…

But could it be…?

With great effort, X swung his legs over the side of his recharge bed.

He breathed heavily as his core began to heat up, his body warming as he forced himself to stand. His legs trembled for a moment, but held.

He hadn’t walked since Elpizo…

X grit his teeth, rocking a little as another wave struck him. Holding the spasming arm with his other hand at least kept him from bending it in the wrong way, potentially breaking it.

It didn’t help with the inferno of pain he felt in that moment.

As the wave passed, he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

X looked at the door in front of him, already dreading the long journey ahead. He needed to get to Cerveau’s lab.

But that was on the other side of the floor, across the Command Room.

And…past Zero’s door.

He shook his head, trying to clear himself of the guilt that washed over him thinking about his dear husband.

He’d understand X’s decision…someday.

With an uneasy tremble to his legs, X took a step forward. His knee shook, but held his weight as he took another step.

Progress was agonizingly slow, he felt like he was moving in slow motion.

For a moment, the android felt confident in his legs, stepping quicker and giving his leg less time to adjust to his weight.

He briefly snickered to himself as he remembered how athletic he used to be.

Ah, to be a Maverick Hunter again, racing through the streets of Able City, patrolling with Zero and grabbing food at that lovely little café!

What was it called again…?

Where…?

With a yelp, X collapsed to the floor, his knee giving out underneath him as he was ripped from his memories.

Pain lanced through his arm again, causing him to nearly gag as he silently screamed into the floor where he fell.

What the hell happened?

He was there in Abel City again and then this!

X felt his chest tighten in panic.

He didn’t know where he was!

He looked around wildly until his eyes rested on his helmet, still resting proudly on the table next to his bed.

He blinked owlishly at it for a moment before everything came flooding back.

That was right…he was in the Resistance Base.

The Maverick Hunters were gone.

Abel City was destroyed.

The grief came and left faster than he had expected.

Last time this had happened, he had cried for a few moments before coming back to his senses.

Ah, right.

Memory leaks.

X sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping as he began to lose motivation. He wanted to go back to bed…

As another wave of pain struck him, and his teeth gritted tightly in agony, he remembered why it was so important to get to Cerveau’s lab.

“V….voltmeter…” X gasped, forcing his trembling legs back up.

With renewed determination, and a mounting sense of dread, X dragged himself towards the door.

Reaching it felt like a herculean task, but he knew that the real challenge lay ahead. His core raced, the rumbling of it audible in his aural cones.

Opening the door, his eyes adjusted to the dimly lit hallway. No sound came from either direction, nor any movement.

It must be the middle of the night.

Perfect.

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm the raging sea of anxiety inside of him before he began.

There were too many things that could go wrong, too many things that could BE wrong! If he was telling the truth, he’s absolutely terrified of the implications of his ailment.

X thanked any higher power that would listen for the silent night as he used the wall as a crutch, leaning against it and dragging himself as quietly as possible down the hallway.

The android paused as he passed Zero’s door.

He briefly wondered if his husband would be willing to carry him the rest of the way…

He shook his head to clear the thought.

How selfish could he really be?

The idea of asking his husband to carry him to steal equipment from a comrade, and not allow him to ask any questions or make any move to change X’s fate made him feel dizzy with guilt.

He moved on as quickly as he could, leaving his longing at his husband’s door.

Progress felt even slower as the hallway stretched on and on. His arm continued to spasm, each time causing X’s knees to shake and his eyes to flicker from the intensity of hurt he was feeling.

With each passing wave, X’s anxieties about the cause grew, speeding his progress ever so slightly.

Finally, he reached the Command Center.

Looking around, he grimaced at the center platform.

He remembered the last time he had been here. He had slapped the former Commander for leading his fellow resistance members into a slaughter.

A new emotion came over him as he remembered that moment.

Disgust.

His eyes flickered as the pain failed to properly register this time, each wave becoming increasingly intense.

The disgust at the memory, however, remained crystal clear.

When the wave passed, X sighed but moved forward into the Command Center.

This was the part he was most worried about.

The center platform was connected on either side by a nearly railless walkway. It was wide enough to allow small carts and transports across, and was a useful place for gathering a large amount of people.

But the railless part was what made X swallow in fear.

His legs shook as he forced the limbs to move out onto the walkway, trying to keep from stumbling off of the side and into the wiring below.

He briefly wondered why he had approved this design before remembering it was simply a relic of this place being a former Maverick Hunter outpost.

Reploids didn’t need rails.

He fought the memory of visiting outposts just like this as his time as Commander of the 17th Unit from creeping over his already sluggish mind.

The voices of his subordinates crept at the corners of his hearing, their distant laughter and teasing haunting him like a ghost.

Mega Man X would not fall victim to the phantoms of his past!

The thought of his full title ripped him from reality, his subordinates' hands grabbing at his body and dragging him below into the murkiness of his past.

Faces blended and blurred, pain dancing alongside euphoria, it was like a carnival of nostalgia and agony.

He laughed and smiled as he tried to put names to faces, ecstatic at seeing his team again!

There was Marty! Or, was that Big Jack?

Retro! Or, what looked like Retro a moment ago now suspiciously looked like Diego…

Or…who was…

It was…

Zero’s face was crystal clear among the sea of eerie grins and morphing expressions.

He looked so sad…

X gasped sharply, his eyes staring below into inky darkness. His arm lay twisted at an odd angle behind his back, his other arm bracing him against the lip of the edge of the walkway.

He had collapsed, he must have!

The man used his remaining arm to push himself away from the edge, his legs scrabbling weakly behind him as he attempted to put his feet underneath him.

Why weren’t his legs working?!

Panic mounted again, his head swimming in confusion and dizziness. Everywhere he looked, he felt a new feeling of desperation overtake him.

Finally, in his growing panic, his eyes landed on the Command Center’s main console.

The raised platform was empty and dark now, the giant screen behind it turned off and blank, leaving the room in a strange, ambient gray.

X stared at it wide-eyed as memories came back to him.

That’s right…

Elpizo was up there, and Zero was next to me…

The realization that he had experienced another memory leak frightened him. He really needed to get back to his room, and gey hooked back up to his power supply.

He felt…disappointed in himself. He was better than this, wasn’t he?

How the mighty had fallen!

Sigma would laugh and sneer if he could see how low X had fallen.

In a way, he supposed, it was comforting.

It was comforting to know he had fallen, and could fall no further.

X stared out into the darkness, his legs shaking underneath him as he contemplated the depths of his fall from grace, willing the tears to stop welling in his eyes.

The android blinked as his vision briefly shut down. He braced for pain that never came, even when the spasms in his now, most likely, dislocated shoulder still caught his attention.

Uh-oh, that wasn’t good.

What was it Dr. Cain had said?

Ancient reploid model designs and diagnostics ran through his mind, hazy and murky as it was, he remembered something important.

A reploid unable to feel pain in a region of their body is a reploid in need of serious and immediate repair.

X snorted at the thought.

Yeah, no shit.

Creeping along, he blessedly made it to the other side of the room without further incident.

Catching himself against the door, he looked back, wondering how he was going to get back to his room without a mountain of luck.

He decided he’d cross that bridge when he came to it, figuratively and literally.

Blink! His vision flickered again.

The door to the small hallway leading to Ciel and Cerveau’s labs opened with a hiss. The space itself was lit with a single light, the glow from the lab doors locks giving off a homey, verdant ambience.

It was comforting, but X was determined not to get distracted more than he had.

Using the wall again, he dragged himself onward, nearly trembling in relief as he finally came close to Cerveau’s door.

A brief jolt of panic went through him as he realized Cerveau might be inside.

His mind raced with excuses he could tell the engineer, desperate to get out of the situation without a lecture. And without Zero finding out.

His mind was eased as he remembered that it was night time, and unlike the previous base, everyone actually had their own rooms.

Blink! Another flicker.

With a huff and a quick swipe of his credentials, the door to the lab whooshed open.

Inside, the room was dark, X’s eyes struggling to adjust for a moment as they attempted to recalibrate.

This power event…thing was beginning to annoy him.

Stepping into the room, he scanned around for the voltmeter, using the tables and workbenches to stabilize himself.

Finally, he spotted one, hanging up on the wall across from him, resting peacefully exactly where Cerveau left in.

X stumbled towards it, knocking items off of the worktables, wincing as the tools clattered to the ground with a loud bang.

There was no way no one heard that, X thought.

With a yelp, he fell forward, just before reaching the voltmeter, a rolling cart full of tools falling alongside him, metallic rings echoing out of the lab and into the halls.

With a gasp and a rush of frustration, X grunted as he reached for the device, another memory clawing at his mind.

This one was a happy memory.

It came in flashes, every few blinks he was transported back in time.

X didn’t falter, pushing through the memory as his fingers grazed the device.

Another blink and he couldn't tear himself away for a moment.

There he was, his armor has been specially made for this day. It was a silly thing, to ask Zero to change his armor for one silly event.

But the man had agreed, donning his white chest plate and gauntlets. All for X.

X blinked and Zero was gone, the voltmeter had fallen to the ground with a sharp crack against the metal floor of the lab.

Using his brief moment of clarity, he scrambled for the device, his spasming arm even reaching for it, as if his desperation for answers was overtaking the error.

With a sigh of relief, X leaned back against the wall, his chin nearly resting on his chest, his eyes flickering and his mind fading into another memory.

With his remaining arm, he reached for the metal wand attached to the side. Flicking the button on, the screen lit up, showing him the different voltage measurements as the wand buzzed.

With more force than he intended, X stabbed the wand into his shoulder, wincing sharply as the wand dug painfully into his synthetic flesh.

Now all he had to do was wait for another spasm and…

With a sudden shutdown of his vision, followed by a moment of intense terror, the voltmeter beeped, right as his arm began to shake and twitch.

He looked down at the reading, his eyes wide in terror.

No…a reading this abnormal meant…

He ran another diagnostic, this time looking specifically for what he feared most.

He sent test queries at his core, desperately hoping that what was happening wasn’t happening.

Agonizing seconds passed by as memory threatened to overtake fear. X willed his body’s self repair system to work just a little faster, even with the fire of the Dark Elf still raging inside him.

“Why must you torment me like this? Isn’t it easier to just kill me already?” He pleaded outloud, staring into the ceiling.

There was no answer. He wasn’t sure who he was expecting it from.

His test queries came back, tearing his mind from the image of Zero placing a ring on his finger to the results of the report from his core.

The floor dropped out from underneath him, dread threatening to swallow him up.

There were terrible ways to die sure, but this was a terrible way X hadn’t anticipated in the slightest.

The voltmeter dropped from his hands as heat and haze overtook his mind. The reports sat innocently in his mind's eye, still conveying the same message.

As honeyed dreams of Zero and sunny days began to drown him, he had one, terrible thought, slumping over and closing his eyes.

…

I’m going to die.

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#fs-chapter update #fallen savior #fs sneak peak #this is going to be a chapter opening #sometime in the future :3 #just a little fun sneak peak at it now :3 #This takes place after chapter 23 #so it...theoretically should make some sense #im also super rusty at writing so i am so sorry

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Stray Gods - Chapter 49

Pairing: Gods!OT8 x !F!Reader Genre: romance, friends to lovers, polyamory, mystery, supernatural, angst, fluff, smut Wordcount: 5112 Chapters: [1] - [2] - [3] - [4] - [5] - [6] - [7] - [8] - [9] - [10] [11] - [12] - [13] - [14] - [15] - [16] - [17] - [18] - [19] - [20] [21] - [22] - [23] - [24] - [25] - [26] - [27] - [28] - [29] - [30] [31] - [32] - [33] - [34] - [35] - [36] - [37] - [38] - [39] - [40] [41] - [42] - [43] - [44] - [45] - [46] - [47] - [48] - [49] - [?] MASTERLIST Summary: With no memory of who you were, you wake up in the woods, only to be found by eight unusually handsome men. With no information of the past, the guys decide to take you in and take care of you for the time being. But that time becomes years, and as time passes, you start to notice that there is something different about them... and something different about you... Warnings: angst, praise, thigh riding, kissing, fingering, overstimulation, lovebites, bad/miscommunication, low self-esteem, swearing, name-calling, dry humping, college, degradation, gods, special powers, vaginal sex, oral sex (f&m), mentions of contraception (condoms&thepill), injuries, mentions of death (but no character deaths), virgin!reader, teasing, orgasms, poly relationship, semi-public sex, daddy kink, strength kink, grinding, I've probably forgotten some, so let me know if I did and I will add more as the story progresses.

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'Hey, look at me,' Felix spoke. You looked over at him, your hands still fidgeting with the straps of your bag sitting on your lap.

Felix had insisted on taking you to school today, as Minho had already left, having to arrive early to be on time to prepare for the lessons he had to teach that day. Minho hadn't said much, and you were sure he was the only one who was as doubtful about the entire situation as you were. When Hyunjin had left your room, he had returned to Han, continuing to monitor him and relieving Felix from his post. You had gotten ready far too slowly, your head still going back and forth between believing and trusting in Hyunjin and the urge to run back into Han's room. By the time you were done, Minho had already left. You knew you had been slow on purpose, hoping that being unable to catch a ride with Minho would give you the excuse to stay home. Somewhere you suspected that that was why Minho hadn't announced his departure, nor given you a heads-up and final call like he usually did. You suspected he too would prefer it if you were to stay home with Han, even if it would hinder your academic success. But Han wouldn't have it. When Felix had left his room it seemed like Han had given him a mission of making sure you would get to school today. After checking your bag for the umpteenth time, pretending you weren't sure if you had packed your favorite pen, notebook, and charger, Felix was starting to lose his patience and urged you out of the house. For the entire drive to school, you sat beside him silently, fiddling with your bag nervously as you kept imagining Han's pale and sick face.

Felix gave you a kind smile.

'We've arrived,' he said simply. You looked out the window again, seeing the familiar building, with many people coming and going to and from the entrance.

'Right,' you said, quickly opening the door and jumping from your seat.

You heard the other car door open and close, and as you were about to take a step towards the school, Felix halted you. He rested his hands upon your shoulders and turned you to face him, hands not leaving you.

'He'll be alright by the time you get home,' Felix assured you, repeating Hyunjin's words.

'How do you know?' You asked, insecurity lacing your tone. Felix sighed.

'Trust Hyunjin. He knows what he's talking about. I know it's scary and all, one of us being sick for the first time, but I'm sure he is right. There is no doubt in my heart that his diagnosis is incorrect. So trust him,' Felix urged.

'I do but…' you began, hesitating for a moment, 'but how can he look like that, be so sick… just because of.. love… is it… it's… because of me, right?'

'Oh baby,' he said with a chuckle, taking you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

'None of this is your fault, and no one could've ever seen this coming. We only just found out too, even Hyunjin had a hard time placing his finger on it,' Felix said in a comforting tone.

'But how can he be that sick?' you pressed on worriedly. Felix let go of you, putting his hands on your shoulders once more and looking at you warmly.

'We might be gods, but we don't know everything, you know,' he said with a chuckle. 'Honestly, I don't know why he is as sick as he is, and why he is the only one,' Felix admitted truthfully, looking thoughtful, 'but I know illnesses and I know they can affect different beings in very different ways, even if they are the same species. Besides, it's what Hyunjin always says; the power love holds over all things is severely underestimated. I've seen many pets miraculously cured of diseases that I personally had diagnosed and pronounced terminal, just because of the love they got from their humans. Mind you, of course, that's not for every pet, and that doesn't mean they don't get enough love but-' he added, but seeing your face he quickly stopped and cleared his throat. 'Anyhow, what I was saying is that, as Jinnie always persists, love has more power than we realize and works in mysterious ways.' Felix ended.

'He will get better,' you said, stating it to convince yourself.

'He will get better,' Felix said definitely. 'And he is already getting better as a matter of fact. Just when you left I noticed his heartbeat seemed to be getting back to normal and even his color and scent seemed to be slowly returning to its original state,' Felix said seriously but with a smile.

You nodded.

'Now, no more dawdling because Han will give me an earful, as soon as his voice is recovered, if I do not get you to your next lesson on time,' he laughed. You couldn't help but chuckle a bit at his remark. He let go of your shoulders, and one of his hands took hold of your chin.

'Can I see your pretty smile one more time before you leave?' he asked sweetly. You smiled for him, a real smile and a bit of warmth seemed to return to your insides. 'That's my baby,' he grinned. He bent towards you, planting a soft kiss on your lips before withdrawing again. You could instantly feel yourself blushing. 'Just making sure I won't get sick as well,' he teased. You pouted at him and he winked, letting go of your face and waving you goodbye as you walked up to the school.

'WHYYYYYY are you not just addicted to your phone like the rest of us,' an irritated voice spoke. Before you could look around, you were being jumped, an arm around your neck pulling you into a headlock.

'Sera!' you said her name, laughing but trying to get free.

'No! I told you I would kill you when you'd get back, so get it girl,' she laughed, rubbing her hand over your hair and messing it up. You squealed and giggled, trying to get loose but she wouldn't let go until she was satisfied.

'There,' she said huffing as she let go of you, putting her hands on her hips and looking at your messed up hair proudly, 'totally killed your vibe.'

'I guess I had it coming,' you chuckled, trying to flatten your hair again with your hands.

'Yes, you did. And after my lecture yesterday, you still didn't react to my messages this morning,' Sera said, tutting and shaking her head like a disappointed parent.

'Oh, shit, Sera I'm sorry,' you said, quickly pulling out your phone and checking it. You indeed had quite a few unread messages. Sera sighed but smiled.

'It's fine,' she said, waving her hand dismissively. 'I'm just happy you're here and you're fine. Wanna have lunch then?' she asked, pointing with her thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the cafeteria. You nodded.

'Where's Adam? You asked her, looking around but not spotting his blonde hair anywhere.

'Class,' Sera said simply, pulling up her nose and shrugging.

The two of you made your way to the cafeteria, chatting about her weekend. By the time you got seated and started eating, the conversation slowly shifted to your weekend.

'So erm, how did your weekend end?' Sera asked, suddenly sounding apprehensive. You looked up, a feeling of suspicion instantly upon you.

'Why do you ask?' You said, slightly sharper than you had intended to. Sera looked away for a second. You could see her chewing the inside of her cheek thoughtfully for a second, an expression on her face that seemed almost doubtful.

'I…' she began, pausing for a moment, then hesitantly continuing as she straightened her back, 'I incidentally saw you arriving this morning. My class was boring and you just happened to be right outside of my window,' she added quickly, hesitating and pausing again. 'I saw you with some guy- a different one I mean,' she said meaningfully, 'Don't get me wrong,' she quickly added, putting her hands up. 'I mean, I just,' she said, her face suddenly becoming quite pink. 'I'm a curious person, okay?' she insisted, her cheeks blushing and nervously scooting over the bench. You could feel yourself holding your breath. 'It's just- I'm normally very good at reading people, but you… You're different. Good different though! Not like I think you're an alien or something,' she giggled nervously. You had never seen Sera like this before. You knew her to be a confident person, resolute. But you wouldn't be thrown off by her behavior, holding your mouth shut and keeping a face of steel. 'It's just, you're a bit unlike other girls our age you know. As I said, for one, you're not addicted to your phone and stuff,' she said, smiling awkwardly and pausing again. Then she suddenly sighed. 'Uhg okay, I'mma just come out with it,' she said suddenly. Your heart felt like it stopped.

'Are you poly?'

'Wh-What?' you asked, blinking.

'You know, polyamourous. In more than one relationship. Like multiple boyfriends,' she pressed on, looking eager now. You scanned her face. This was what she had known, what she had been asking about, hinting at, fishing for. It hadn't been about you, or your divinity, nor the boys or their powers. This was all.

You suddenly started to laugh, unable to help yourself. The apprehension, caution, and fear instantly slipped away from you. She could be trusted. It was safe. You knew. Your Goddess knew.

Sera looked at you uncomfortably, probably slightly startled by your burst of laughter and still waiting anxiously for you to respond.

'I'm sorry,' you chuckled, seeing her stressed face, 'I know what it means, it was just really unexpected that you asked,' you began.

'I'm so sorry,' Sera said quickly. 'I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions, it's just, people and relationships really interest me and I might've watched just one too many dramas and-,' she rattled but you quickly cut her off.

'No Sera, it's fine,' you said as you stopped chuckling and gave her a reassuring smile. You were sure you could tell her. You could see her light now. See it was dim like the other humans, but pure and safe. 'Yes. Yes, you're right,' you answered her question.

Sera looked at you with big eyes and slowly a smug smile appeared on her face.

'I knew it! I swear I fucking knew it. Adam wouldn't listen to me. I mean he doesn't know, I didn't tell him, I was just fishing for information, but that boy can't take a hint,' she said, shaking her head and rolling her eyes. 'But ever since I saw you with Mr. Hwang and then when you left with the other guy at that birthday party,' she said, giving you a meaningful look that told you she had known what you and Minho had been up to back then, 'and then the others. I mean I swear every single time was coincidental okay. It's not like I'm some weird creep who's spying on you, but it just turned out that way, honestly. I wasn't sure if I should say anything because you weren't saying anything and-' Sera babbled on. Clearly, she was completely in her element.

'Well, it is kind of an awkward topic to talk about I guess,' you said truthfully. She instantly shut her mouth and looked at you.

'Oh shit, sorry. You want me to shut up?' she asked quickly. You shook your head smiling.

'Nah, it's fine. Actually, I think it would be nice finally being able to talk to someone about it, to be honest,' you said truthfully.

'Oh thank god, good. Okay,' she said, bending over to you eagerly, 'gimme all the deets.'

'Well, erm, I don't know where to start,' you said, frowning, thinking.

'Okay, so I figured it's at least four or something right?' she said eagerly.

'Erm, eight actually,' you admitted.

'EIGHT?' she exclaimed loudly, her eyes growing big. You kicked her under the table.

'Shut it!' you hissed but giggled, 'I mean I'm fine with you knowing but I don't need the whole school to know.'

'Right, right, right, sorry,' she said, rubbing her painful shin but still looking eager. 'So I guess that means it's all of your roommates then, isn't it?' she asked. You nodded. Sera mouthed a silent "Wow".

'But eight? Really? Isn't that like,' she raised her eyebrows meaningfully and continued in a whisper, 'a lot of work.' You felt yourself blush and she wiggled her eyebrows, leaning back in her seat, your change of color apparently giving her enough of an answer.

'You know, good for you,' she said, putting her hand up in an okay sign and looking smug. 'I mean I can't even deal with one knucklehead now and then, but eight… Pfft kudos to you,' she chuckled.

'Don't you… find it weird?' you asked, feeling awkward yourself now as well. Sera raised her brows and this time it was her turn to laugh at your question.

'Honey, you're asking an adopted pansexual girl with an interracial lesbian immigrant couple as parents. Nothing is weird to me,' she shrugged.

It was hard to believe she really didn't think it was weird, but she seemed to be more curious than judgemental regarding the situation.

The rest of the break she spent bombarding you with eager questions about your relationship with the boys and the dynamics in the house.

By the time the bell rang for your next class, Sera wasn't done asking questions yet.

'I really have to go to class now,' you laughed as you saw Sera racking her brain for another question she could ask quickly before you'd go. Sera pouted.

'You know you can always text me, right?' you chuckled as you got up from your seat and gathered your belongings.

'It's not like you'd answer anyways,' Sera said sticking her tongue out at you playfully. You laughed and were just about to turn around when she grabbed your arm.

'Wait!' She said quickly, sounding eager.

'Wha-hat? I have to goooo,' you said impatiently as many others were leaving.

'Let's go on a double date!' Sera suggested enthusiastically.

'I-what?' you said, taken aback by her question.

'A double date. Or, wait, what do you call it when it's with multiple people? Okay never mind,' she said quickly when she saw your face. 'But please, let's do it. I swear it'll be fun! We can get to know each other, make friends,' she suggested. When she saw your doubtful face she continued. 'Come on, I bet you've never been able to go somewhere on a date with all of them. I promise we'll pick somewhere busy, that way you won't stand out too much.'

You hesitated. You had been to places with all of them, of course. But never really on a date…

'We could do the funfair! It's always super crowded and no one will notice, trust me. The weekend after next? Saturday at eight. We'll meet you at the entrance.'

Before you could object, Sera grabbed your hand and shook it before running off with the leaving masses, leaving you behind slightly bewildered.

You blinked a few times and then chuckled. Sera was unlike anyone you had ever met. But it was nice having a human friend with whom you could be more open and trusting. It'd be nice to feel normal for a bit.

Minho was already standing by the car, waiting to take you home from school. Seeing him from a distance made your heart pound faster. Not just because he always looked so dashing in his brown suit, gray hair, and glasses, but because you were a little scared. He had been sweet to you this morning like he always was, but you had failed him as a goddess. You know how much he treasured you and knew how much you being his goddess meant to him, and you were scared he'd be mad at you for what you had done, or more so the lack thereof. You also knew how much Han meant to him and what it would do to him to see Han so sickly. With all of these thoughts swirling in your head, you took a deep breath and walked up to him.

You were slightly surprised to see that the dark circles around his eyes seemed to have almost disappeared. He looked healthier somehow, even though he'd had a long day of working.

'Hi Lino,' you said with a small voice as you approached him. He gave you a smile and a curt nod, holding the door open for you as you got into the car, but he didn't say anything.

During most of the drive, he was silent, and your heart started to sink again, lower and lower with every silent minute that passed by.

You were just about to say something, anything to break the silence. An apology or any words that could comfort him, tell him you were sorry and would never forgive yourself for what you had done when he suddenly spoke.

'It's not your fault you know,' he said suddenly and softly. You looked over at him somewhat startled. This was the last thing you expected him to say.

'I-what?' you said, feeling dumbstruck.

'You know it's not your fault right?' Minho repeated. 'None of us could've ever seen this coming,' he elaborated. You were silent for a second.

'But it is my fault,' you whispered, looking down at your lap, your heart sinking once more. Minho clicked his tongue.

'If you really wanna blame yourself, go ahead, but know that we don't,' he said simply. 'Honestly, we blame ourselves for not realizing what a mess we are without you,' he added softly. You weren't sure how to respond. You felt quite sheepish, staring out of the window, looking at the streets you passed by. 'We should've known we can't be without you anymore... And we should've called you to come back,' he said, then suddenly he clicked his tongue angrily, smacking his hands irritably against the steering wheel. 'I should've never listened to him!' He said with a sudden intensity, his eyes straight on the road. 'I begged him to call you, but he wouldn't let me. I could barely convince him to let Felix check him out. I don't know how Felix managed to convince him to let Hyunjin check on him as well…' Minho said, grabbing the steering wheel hard until his knuckles went white. You looked at him in shock. You couldn't remember if you had ever seen him so angry. 'He should've just let me call you,' he repeated with clenched teeth. 'It would've never gotten as far as it had. I know he's fine now, but he looked like dog shit,' he grumbled. His anger seemed to die down and he sighed, putting on his blinker and taking a right turn.

You were surprised with Minho's anger, which seemed to be directed at himself. This was not what you expected. You suddenly realized that the look on his face was nothing but a mirror of your own feelings; disappointment, annoyance, and anger, all directed at himself. You wanted to help him, to comfort him, but how could you, as you had no way of stopping yourself from feeling the same way.

'He's doing better now?' you repeated with a small voice, a lame attempt at making him feel better even though you barely did.

'Yeah, he is,' Minho said with a nod. He sounded calm again. You could see him straightening his shoulders and letting out a quiet sigh, as if to breathe out his feelings, before he started speaking again. 'He called me during the break and he seems to be back to normal again,' he said.

'He called you?' you asked, feeling hurt that Han hadn't contacted you in any way.

'Yeah, video call. He looked quite normal again, so don't worry about it, okay? It really wasn't your fault,' Minho said once more. But his words simply made you feel shittier. The fact that Han hadn't contacted you broke your heart. Was he angry with you? But Minho said they didn't blame you, even though you did yourself. Why hadn't he called you? Why?

'Han?' You knocked on his door softly, but there was no response. You knocked again, calling louder this time. Still, no response. You sighed, withdrawing your hand from the door and turning around. But just when you were about to take another step, you changed your mind. You knew Han was in there. You were sure. And according to all the other guys, he was doing fine now, almost like nothing ever happened. And Minho had assured you he wasn't mad at you, although you were mad at yourself. But you knew your heart would not be at ease until you saw him.

You turned around to face the door again. Maybe he was asleep. Maybe that's why he hadn't answered. You could imagine he hadn't slept too well for several days and now that he was better, it might've finally caught up to him.

You weren't one to go into other's rooms if they weren't there. You never really snooped, nor entered without their permission. But this time you didn't care. You had to see him for yourself. You had to be sure he was doing alright.

Slowly and quietly you turned the handle, opening the door to peek inside.

Han was sitting on his bed, his back turned to you as he seemed to be staring out of the window.

'Hannie?' you said his name softly, scared to startle him. He turned his head towards your voice but stopped halfway, showing he was listening but not responding, nor looking at you.

You bit your lip and walked over to him, but as soon as you got close to him he turned his face away from you. You stopped in your tracks, hesitating for a moment. No, you need to talk to him. Pushing through your anxiety you went to sit next to him on the bed.

'Hannie?' you said, repeating his name in a steadier voice this time. He still didn't look at you. You needed to make contact. You could feel your inner Goddess, like she was tapping you on the shoulder, asking you to give her space. You took a deep breath, in and out, and opened your mind.

Although his light shone bright, there was a certain dimness to it. Carefully, you took his hand into yours, caressing it with your thumb.

'I am sorry, Hannie,' you spoke softly, 'for letting you down. For not being there, and not doing my duty properly as your goddess.'

Finally, he turned his face to yours. His green eyes looked at you incredulously.

'How could you say such a thing?' he whispered, shaking his head and frowning. He grabbed the hand that you had used to stroke his tightly with both of his hands. 'Don't you ever say that again,' he said almost angrily. 'Don't you know how it hurts us when you are hurting?' he spoke.

You gave him a sad smile, squeezing his hands for a moment. As Minho had said, he hadn't blamed you for a second.

Suddenly he let go of your hands and turned his face away from yours again.

'It's me…' he whispered suddenly. 'I am the problem… I am… weak.' He said the words painfully, clearly disgusted with himself. It broke your heart. Tears welled up in your eyes.

'Don't you ever say that again,' you repeated his words back to him, your voice trembling with the pain you felt for him.

Han simply huffed, his eyes still locked on the floor. 'You know it's true y/n,' he said bitterly. 'I am weak. I was the only one who got sick, the only one affected so ridiculously. None of the other boys were even close to… my state of being,'

'But they were all sick,' you stopped him before he could continue. 'They told me none of them were feeling right. Everyone was unwell in their own way. Maybe you just didn't see because-'

'-Because I was the sickest of them all?' Han interrupted you. He scoffed. 'Yeah, like I said, none of them were close to being as "lovesick" as I was. Clearly, I am the weakest of the bunch,' he said angrily. 'I mean, I guess I've always known it. I mean look at them, look at their cool powers. Lino being time itself, Chan taking care of souls, Seungmin making this planet liveable, Hyunjin making life worth living. I mean I could go on, but it's clear all their powers are way cooler and way more important than mine. I mean what do I do? I talk to plants. So what? Big deal. Nothing cool or sexy about it. I should just-'

'Han Jisung!' You said his name so loudly and suddenly that he jumped. He instantly turned his head to face you once more, looking at you with big watery green eyes. You had never used his first name with him. From day one he had always been "Han" by his own request or "Hannie" since it sounded like the pet name "Honey" which he enjoyed. 'I won't allow you to talk about yourself like that,' you said sternly. Han simply scowled and was about to look away again when you grabbed both of his hands tightly and continued talking.

'You are everything,' you said to him slowly in a lowered voice, the words now coming from your heart. A small crease appeared between his brows and you continued. 'You are every breath we inhale and exhale. You are the light that keeps us warm and the shade that shelters us. You are the water we drink and the blue skies that we see. You are life,' you said insistently and seriously. You could see Han's jaw tightening, a habit he adopted from Chan. 'You are all of the others, as they are you. And without you, they wouldn't and couldn't be.' Your voice almost turned into a whisper and you paused for a second. You knew he was listening. Not just him, but his aethereal self. You could see how his light responded to your words. But his pained expression and self-doubt weren't gone yet.

'Without you, I wouldn't be,' you whispered to him, softly squeezing his hands. His face started to relax somewhat now. The painful knot in your chest that seemed to mirror his own lessened, even though your watery eyes weren’t dry just yet.

'Hannie,' you said his name once more, his sweet name that you loved to speak so much. His lips quivered for a moment. 'I can still remember back when I wasn't aware yet… The first time I saw your gift…' you said, the words suddenly feeling so emotional that they were hard to speak. 'I remember seeing you, just through the crack of the door, seeing you make that beautiful flower bloom,' you pointed over your shoulder at the plant on his drawers next to the door. 'It was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen,' you whispered as a tear rolled down your face. Han looked at you, his brows slightly raised now, as his eyes were filling with tears too.

'You give life, Hannie,' you said, letting go of his hands and catching a tear on his cheek with your pinky finger. 'How can you forget that?'

'I-I haven't, I just-,' Han stammered as more tears fell from his face.

'You don't have to be cool or sexy. You don't have to be strong either,' you added. 'You just have to be you. You have to remember who you are, what you are. Don't let those human emotions get in your way of knowing how special you are,' you said, shaking your head.

Han nodded in response. The tears that were falling from his face seemed to contain the darkness that was covering his light. You looked into him, seeing his light shining brighter than ever as he softly smiled at you. You smiled back at him and sighed deeply. Your goddess retreated into the shadows once more, knowing that the job was done. You lean over to him, putting your forehead against his, noses aligned and touching. You felt yourself breathing in his scent, and the tears in your eyes finally seemed to dry.

'I've been such a fool, my love,' Han whispered. You smiled softly, your heads still touching. 'I let envy and frustration overtake me. You're right. I guess I forgot who I was there for a moment.'

You slowly withdrew your face from his, smiling at him and seeing him smile at you.

'It's okay Hannie, that's what I'm here for,' you said kindly to him.

'I know, but still, I was acting a little dramatic I guess,' Han said with a sheepish grin, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 'Having a human part of us sometimes is a little-' he spoke, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head away from you, looked at the door, and frowned. He blinked a few times, then turned his head again, looking at the wall that was separating his room from Minho's. Han raised an eyebrow.

'Han? What is happening?' You asked, feeling apprehensive. Han put up a hand to silence you as he stared at the wall for another second before he looked down at the floor. He scoffed for a moment and then suddenly started laughing.

'Han what-?' you asked again, getting kind of concerned now. But he wasn't listening.

'No way,' he whispered to himself, getting up from the bed, and, for a moment, totally seeming to forget you. He walked a few paces, still looking down, before stopping again and chuckling once more. 'No way!' he laughed before looking at you again with a wide grin.

Startled by his unexpected reaction, you pulled at your goddess for help, but you instantly felt that it would be no use as if you had used up all of your credits for the day. You got up too now.

'Han, what-?' you repeated taking a few steps before it suddenly dawned on you. Han still didn't respond but simply grinned at you. 'Oh,' you breathed. Han simply nodded, understanding that you understood.

WRITERS NOTE

Thank you all so much for your continuous support. I understand that you had to wait for a long time but I simply have too little time to write.

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I have been working on this series for over two years already, and I am currently working on Chapter 50 (!).

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