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Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 7: Another Not-Date

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 4208

warnings/tags: college au, texting, drunk texting, text fic (mostly, there's prose a few chaps in), bets, bisexual!jake peralta, jake peralta has adhd, parties, drinking and alcohol, sexual references, implied sexual content (nothing explicit, just suggested its going to happen/has happened), friends to lovers, swearing, mentions of cannibalism, lighthearted threats of violence (typical rosa stuff yk), fluff

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Story Summary: texting fic college AU with the squad! It's the beginning of the school year and while everyone else thinks it'll be the same as the previous year, Gina has a feeling things are going to be different and wagers a bet with Rosa and Charles. Told through all the various group chats everyone is in.

authors note: firstly! omg i got this chapter out so quickly i can't believe it but i've got my steam back for this one so we're jumping right in!! secondly! thank you to everyone who has commented and left kudos, i'm giving each one of you a tender kiss on the forehead and a cup of your preferred hot beverage. thirdly! todays upload is gonna be a double upload, this chapter with jake and amy and the next chapter will be a short one with gina, charles and rosa that takes place at the same time as this chapter. i hope you enjoy both of them!

thanks as always for reading <3

Jimmy Jabbers

[08:10am, Wednesday]

Pineapples: its offensive im awake so early

Four Eyes: It’s not that early?

Pineapples: its literally so early

Queen G: hes right Queen G: waaay too early to be awake Queen G: but if i dont show up for jasons class he’ll kill me

Four Eyes: You need to stop calling your professor by his first name

Queen G: not until i get in trouble for it!

Mr Grapes: I’m just glad my classes haven’t changed rooms Mr Grapes: I’d hate to get lost… again

Pineapples: i would help u charles

Mr Grapes: Thanks jakey

RoRo: some of us don’t have classes until later and don’t appreciate being woken up by an annoying group chat

Queen G: mute ur phone like everyone else and stop complaining

RoRo: test me gina, I dare you

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[09:30am, Wednesday]

Cameron: Now that you’re more awake I figured we should discuss our study schedule? Cameron: If you still want to Cameron: No pressure

Ferris: ill probs fail if i dont so yes i do Ferris: im still good for all our usual days

Cameron: Great! I will see you this afternoon then?

Ferris: cant wait!

Jimmy Jabbers

[10:05pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: 1 image attachment Pineapples: im begging rocks to not look edible

Mr Grapes: Oh yeah I’d eat that

Queen G: that rock is so gorgeous i wanna do more than eat it Queen G: wanna do unspeakable things to that rock

Pineapples: i like the way you think G

Mr Grapes: doing t h i n g s to the rock is probably a bit far for me but I’ll let you guys have your moment

RoRo: you guys fucking rocks?

Pineapples: and what if i am???

RoRo: i think I respect the attempt

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:12pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: r u asleep? Ferris: well if ur asleep u cant answer these messages to tell me Ferris: and if u were to answer then u would be awake Ferris: so idk what i expect here Ferris: but if i keep messaging i might wake u up which would then make you awake AND mad

Cameron: I’m not asleep and you didn’t wake me up

Ferris: sweet Ferris: sooo Ferris: what u up to?

Cameron: The usual, creating a study plan for the semester

Ferris: shouldve guessed

Cameron: What are you up to?

Ferris: practicing catching nuts in my mouth after throwing it in the air and watching spiderman

Cameron: Can’t you and Rosa do trick shots with donut holes? Why do you need to practice that?

Ferris: this is waaaaay more difficult ames Ferris: when rosa throws the donut hole at me i can calculate the landing Ferris: throwing nuts for me to catch is more difficult Ferris: less time to calculate the landing

Cameron: I didn’t realise there was a whole art to catching food in your mouth

Ferris: of course there is! Ferris: it isnt something u just get good at overnight

Cameron: Maybe you could teach me then?

Ferris: it would be my pleasure

Cameron: Unfortunately I have to go to sleep now though..

Ferris: aw damn

Cameron: Back to classes and in the swing of things, need to keep my schedule

Ferris: fair enough Ferris: goodnight ames

Cameron: Goodnight Jake

Unnamed Chat

[02:37pm, Saturday]

Jake: i need some advice and ur the most responsible person i know

Terry: Seriously?

Jake: yes Jake: and i cant tell any of my other friends bc they cant keep a secret

Terry: You think that I can?

Jake: idk Jake: can u?

Terry: Yes I can Terry: What’s going on man?

Jake: i miiiiight have a little crush on someone

Terry: Do I get to know who it is? Or do I have to guess?

Jake: uh idk..

Terry: Is it Amy?

Jake: well…

Terry: Got it in one, Terry can tell you’re head over heels

Jake: i wouldnt go THAT far Jake: ANYWAYS i need ur help

Terry: What for?

Jake: i like her!! Jake: what do i do???????? Jake: im scared to tell her, what if she doesnt feel the same

Terry: You don’t have to tell her if you don’t want to, but then you’ll never know if she even likes you back. You can tell her and risk your friendship, but then you’ve been honest with her

Jake: BUT what if she doesnt like me back terry???? Jake: she hasnt given any sign she likes me back

Terry: How do you know that?

Jake: idk…

Terry: So you just assumed she doesn’t like you back?

Jake: … Jake: i regret telling u

Terry: Haha, no you don’t Terry: Listen, what you do is up to you but my advice is to at least consider telling her, you never know what could happen Terry: If I hadn’t taken a chance I wouldn’t have Sharon, sometimes you gotta take risks

Jake: god i hate how much of a romantic u are

Terry: Put on some Taylor Swift and have a think about it

Jake: i do NOT listen to taylor swift

Terry: Did you know Gina has access to your spotify account?

Jake: im gonna kill her Jake: fine ill listen to tay and consider it Jake: thanks ter

Terry: Anytime! Keep me updated!

DDC

[03:02pm, Saturday]

Jacob: gina get off my spotify account

G: whats the big deal? G: u dont even pay for it, ur mom does

Jacob: yeah but thats MY account Jacob: get ur own

G: who even told u

Jacob: terry ratted u out

G: u were talking to ter?

Jacob: just needed his advice on something Jacob: and he let slip that i listen to taylor swift which is PRIVATE INFORMATION

G: hahaha yeah i told him that

Jacob: worst friend ever

G: what advice did u need from him???

Jacob: dw about it

G: okaayy

Dance Squad

[03:08pm, Saturday]

G-Hive: some suspicious happenings on this day

Scary: I probably don’t care

Charlese: Dish!

G-Hive: jake was talking to terry, specifically asking him for advice on something

Charlese: Aw why wouldn’t he ask us?

G-Hive: have a think boyle

Charlese: No way, you don’t think?

Scary: Gina i am begging you to get a life

G-Hive: this is my life get used to it G-Hive: and yes charles I DO think so G-Hive: i for one will be watching with great interest

[05:26pm, Thursday]

G-Hive: its been almost a week and nothing…

Charlese: Yeah I think we may have been a bit delusional with that one

G-Hive: i stand by it

Scary: you shouldn’t

Charlese: It’s possible that he was talking to Terry about what we think he was but he’s just not done anything or Terry gave bad advice

G-Hive: that is a possibility G-Hive: maybe i need to give him a pep talk

Scary: you give awful pep talks

G-Hive: so do u!

Charlese: I could do it?

Scary: no

G-Hive: no

Charlese: Fine…

Scary: no one needs to say anything because that’s meddling

G-Hive: UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHHH let me have my FUN

Scary: my fun is stopping your fun

Jimmy Jabbers

[05:02pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: movie night in my dorm? Pineapples: the specials tonight are princess bride and pizza

Mr Grapes: Count me in!

Queen G: me too Queen G: is the pizza free

Pineapples: absolutely not im not made of money

Queen G: ugh

RoRo: sure ill come

Pineapples: wonderful! Pineapples: @Four Eyes u in?

Four Eyes: Sure, I’m in Four Eyes: What time do you want us there?

Pineapples: whenever Pineapples: im gonna order pizza now so id say get here soon before i eat it all

Mr Grapes: Be there soon!!

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[06:04pm, Saturday]

Ferris: draft message: i think i feel the same way about you that westley does about buttercup

Cameron: draft message: I think I feel the same way about you that Buttercup does about Westley Cameron: draft message: I prefer you to Westley

Ferris: draft message: youre prettier than buttercup

Jimmy Jabbers

[06:48pm, Tuesday]

Pineapples: hey guys if terry asks u to work out with him say no Pineapples: for the love of everything pure in this world say no

Mr Grapes: What do you MEAN you worked out with Terry???

Queen G: that sounds like torture

Pineapples: i cant feel my body but also everything hurts Pineapples: he said if i keep going to the gym then it will stop hurting Pineapples: i dont believe him

Four Eyes: Genuinely, how did you make it through the session?

Pineapples: i was pretending to train for when the gays rise up against the rich Pineapples: obviously

Four Eyes: Obviously

Queen G: obv

RoRo: your level of fitness is concerning RoRo: but does terry have video evidence of this by any chance?

Pineapples: rosa no

Queen G: brb asking him

Sexy Bitches

[07:00pm, Tuesday]

Sexy: ter bear im begging u here Sexy: pls tell me u have video of jake at the gym

Ter Bear: Of course I do, it was a struggle holding back the laughter

Sexy: ur my fave person ever

Ter Bear: 1 video attachment

Jimmy Jabbers

[07:03pm, Tuesday]

Queen G: terry is my fave person in the world rn Queen G: 1 video attachment

Pineapples: HOW COULD HE DO THIS TO ME

RoRo: oh i almost feel bad for you

Pineapples: almost???

RoRo: you did this to yourself

Mr Grapes: Your face is a concerning shade of red in that video

Four Eyes: I feel bad for laughing..

Pineapples: never exercising again

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[01:32pm, Thursday]

Cameron: On my way to the library now, meet you there?

Ferris: derfinitely

Cameron: I’ll be at the usual table in the corner

[01:37pm, Thursday]

Cameron: Someone took our table.. Cameron: I’m at a table near the couches

Ferris: surely we sit on the couches today

Cameron: I don’t know..

Ferris: pleeaaassseeeeee Ferris: ill do work i promise

Cameron: Alright fine, be here soon though or I’ll change my mind

Ferris: sprinting as we speak!!!

Amy isn’t sure how they got so comfortable on the couches, or when the two of them got so comfortable with each other in the first place. In a surprising turn of events Amy is sat sideways on the couch with her back leaning against the arm rest and her legs in Jake’s lap, her laptop was perched precariously on her own lap while Jake used her legs as a phone stand – having abandoned studying for the day.

She had very quickly learned all of Jake’s quirks when it came to studying, even if they weren’t doing work for the same subject he worked better when someone else was around. He needed regular breaks to look on his phone which Amy didn’t usually need, but he also needed prompting to get back to it.

At this point in the afternoon his brain had decided it had had enough and wasn’t going to let Jake focus on anymore work, but when Amy told him she was going to stay in the library and continue studying he said he’d keep her company. They mostly sat in a comfortable silence, ambient noises of the college library providing background to their silence.

Every so often Jake would show her a meme he found funny, but otherwise didn’t bother her too much and Amy was almost disappointed he wasn’t distracting her as much as she’d like. So by the time it got close to 4pm Amy decided to follow Jake’s lead and finish up for the day, giving herself a break couldn’t hurt.

She closed her laptop and set it on the coffee table in front of the couch which currently had all their other books sitting on it. After packing up she sat and observed Jake for what felt like minutes but in reality was no more than 30 seconds, she noticed the way the corners of his lips quirked up when he read something funny and an intrusive thought told her how she would like to kiss him there.

Jake then noticed Amy had put her laptop away and looked up at her with a smile while she tried to hide how embarrassed she felt at being caught staring. He locked his phone but didn’t move to put it away yet, and Amy couldn’t yet bring herself to move her legs off his lap. So for a few moments they sat and looked at each other, and Amy’s heart lurched with longing.

She so desperately wanted to lean over and kiss him, to pull him closer and provide a warmth her jacket simply couldn’t. To hug him again without the feeling of needing to pull away, to laugh at bad movies and his worse jokes without the fear that it’s too much. She just wanted to be rid of the fear of rejection.

“You’re finished?” He asked just before the silence stretched on too long.

“Yeah, decided to take a break for tonight. Am I not allowed to do that?” She joked with a raised eyebrow.

Jake let out a small laugh in response.

“Of course you can, you’re a free woman” He held his hands up in a sign of surrender.

“Thanks, thought I was being interrogated for a moment there” She joked back, causing another laugh out of him – one which Amy joined in on.

“I know it’s not really dinner time but what would you say to a trip to Sal’s?” Jake asked once his giggles died down.

“Can’t say no to Sal’s, just gotta take my stuff back to my dorm first if that’s alright”

Finally, Amy moved her legs off of Jake’s lap and if she had been able to look at him when she did she might’ve noticed the disappointment flash across his face for a brief moment. She started gathering her books and laptop and packing them neatly into her bag.

“Yeah that’s fine, I’ll take my stuff back too” Jake responded while haphazardly shoving his books and notes into his backpack.

They both left the library and made their way back to their dorms, promising to meet back up in 20 minutes. Amy had 20 minutes to get changed and ready for what definitely wasn’t a date with Jake – they were just going to Sal’s, that’s not a date.

If it was a date he would’ve said it was a date, they’ve just continued to hang out after studying together. This is just what friends do, friends don’t ask each other on dates after studying together and then don’t clarify if it’s a date or not.

Amy was spiralling, hoping 20 minutes would come and go quickly so she could talk to Jake again and forget some of her anxieties about… Jake.

Did he just accidentally ask her on a date? How could he be such an idiot? But she didn’t ask if it was a date so it’s not a date, he doesn’t have to dress up super nice or anything because it’s just Sal’s. Why was he checking his outfit for the fifth time?

If it wasn’t a date, then why did he feel nervous? Too many questions and thoughts bouncing around in his head that it was quickly becoming overwhelming. Luckily for him, as he was considering changing his shirt for a third time his phone alarm went off telling him to leave his dorm.

He nearly ran to their meeting spot, not wanting Amy to be waiting on her own for even a few seconds and he ended up being successful. Two minutes after he got to the spot Amy joined him and they walked to Sal’s together.

This time Amy was rugged up in a large jacket and scarf, a handbag hanging off her shoulder instead of her backpack. She had let her hair out of the ponytail she’d had it up in earlier, now letting the loose brown curls fall to her shoulders.

She rambled on about a new topic she learned about in one of her classes that day and Jake decided he could listen to her speak forever, even if she was just reading the phone book. But especially when it was something she was passionate about, Amy let herself get lost in it all and Jake couldn’t help but to follow.

After the short walk they reached Sal’s, and it was only when they opened the door did Jake remember they had other friends he could’ve invited but pointedly didn’t. What his other friends didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, surely they didn’t mind if he and Amy hung out alone – Rosa and Gina hung out alone often, so did he and Charles. It was fine.

The Night Boys

[4:45pm, Thursday]

Sidewinder: Hey! Did you wanna get dinner?

It was not fine.

Charles had text him as he and Amy were on their way through the diner to a booth at the back. He panicked for a few moments about what to do; be honest and say he was out with Amy or lie to his best friend about being on a not-date with Amy.

Jake knew exactly how Charles would react to hearing he and Amy were out together to dinner alone, and Jake absolutely did not want to be dealing with that today. Amy sat down and began reading through the menu that was already placed on the table, although Jake knew she would get the same thing she always gets.

The Night Boys

[4:47pm, Thursday]

Deathblade: cant tonight Deathblade: not feeling well

Sidewinder: No problem, feel better soon

Deathblade: thnx

Yes, he felt bad about it, but nothing was going to pull him away from spending time alone with Amy. He savoured any minute he could get and once he put his phone away and looked up at her from across the table most of his anxieties melted away.

“What are you gonna get?” She asked him, looking up from the menu in front of her.

“Probably my usual” He shrugged his shoulders, why change his order when his order was perfect. Simple, but perfect.

“Cool, I’m probably gonna get-“

“The basic breakfast special but with a hot chocolate instead of a milkshake”

He finished her sentence without looking up from the menu, only making eye contact when he’d finished speaking. Seeing that Amy had a mildly shocked expression on her face, mouth slightly open and eyebrows raised before she schooled her face to one of less surprise.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna get..” She trailed off, still giving him a look he couldn’t quite read.

After being given 15 minutes to read over the menu, most of that time spent chatting about nothing in particular, a waiter came over to take their order. They ordered and were now just waiting for the food, making more idle conversation that would usually bore Jake but he was happy to make ‘chit-chat’ with Amy if it meant being around her.

“You know, its too early for dinner, I feel like a senior citizen” Jake joked, arms crossed on the table in front of him.

“It gives you an excuse for a midnight snack” Amy joked back, a small giggle escaping as she did.

“As if I need an excuse for a midnight snack” Jake waved his hand in a dismissive gesture, once again causing Amy to laugh.

As she laughs Jake thinks it’s the one thing he was put on this earth to do; sure he wants to be a detective but his life calling is making Amy Santiago smile.

Their food arrives and they take their time to eat, not worrying about studying or having anywhere to be. They sit and talk until the sun goes down, Jake tells Amy movies he’s been watching recently and Amy tells him all about the book she’s been reading in her spare time. Amy talks about her brothers when Jake asks about them and is filled with funny stories from her childhood, and Jake tells her about what he and Gina were like in high school.

They’ve ordered multiple drinks each and sat long enough for dinner to go down enough to order a dessert; more accurately, Jake ordered a huge dessert that he happily let Amy take bites from. The time has flown and Jake has never felt more content in his life, they’ve barely made physical contact since arriving at the diner but his skin feels as electrified as New Years Eve.

He never wants this feeling to go away.

Amy hadn’t even realised hours had gone by, but it was dark outside now and her and Jake were still in the diner talking. Making up new inside jokes and telling stories from their childhoods. There’s a warmth under Amy’s skin that she’s never felt before, a warmth not caused by a sweater or scarf but one that’s causing tingles from her toes to her fingertips.

She wants it to be like forever.

Unfortunately, it was dark, and she needed to get back to her dorm at some point. She knows her phone has been going off in her bag but has ignored it all evening in favour of talking to Jake, trying to make him laugh and smile to see the ways his eyes crinkle up when he does.

Amy is the one to burst the bubble they’ve put themselves into, worrying she’ll get lost in it and do something that makes Jake uncomfortable. When there’s a silence in the conversation she speaks up.

“I should probably get back to my dorm, it’s getting late” She tries to hide the disappointment in her voice.

“Yeah, me too”

When they go up to the register together to pay Jake covers the bill, he doesn’t give Amy a chance to argue until they’re out the door and walking back to campus.

“You didn’t have to pay” Amy says while wrapping her scarf around her neck snugly.

“I know I didn’t, but you’ve been helping me so much with studying that I owe you”

“You don’t owe me anything, Jake” She can feel her cheeks heating up even in the cold air.

“Just accept it Ames, nothing you can do now” He wraps an arm around her shoulders and squeezes before letting go again and it causes Amy to giggle.

She wants to feel embarrassed at how he makes her giggle, she’s far from being 15 years old giggling at anything her crush says.

“Okay okay, I cover next time though” She points a finger at him in warning.

“Of course” He responded in a tone and with a smirk that made Amy think he wasn’t going to keep his end of the bargain.

The walk is as easy as dinner was, and saying goodbye is difficult but she knows Jake will probably text her in under an hour about something on his mind anyway. She’s excited for it, she’s excited to see him again and a part of her hopes he’s excited to see her again too.

During her elevator ride she decides that she is going to ask him out, it’ll be a risk and she’s full of anxiety thinking of the worst outcomes but she can’t just sit around doing nothing. The doing nothing part of it all is killing her, now she has to know if this was all just in her head.

If he says no then Jake will be cool about it, she knows that, he’s good like that. He cares about other people like that, he won’t completely ignore her and make fun of her for it – well he might a little, but not in a bad way.

Amy is going to ask Jake on a honest-to-god date, with a reservation and high heels and a waiter that doesn’t smell of cigarettes. It’s all going to be fine.

He has decided that if he doesn’t get to kiss Amy soon he’ll explode.

More importantly, he’s decided if he doesn’t tell her how he feels about her soon then he’ll also explode. He’s sure that everyone can tell at this point, it’s hard hiding how much he really likes her. If their other friends have noticed they haven’t said anything – although Charles has been saying it since the day Jake and Amy met which back then was weird. Nowadays it makes Jake annoyed for a different reason, he can’t believe Charles was right.

As Jake moves around his dorm getting ready to relax for the rest of the evening he considers whether or not to ask her out. He thinks back to his conversation with Terry who said he’ll never know if he never asks.

Jake is just unsure he’d be able to handle it if she said no. Not completely sure his heart wouldn’t just fall out his butt onto the ground and he’ll never feel anything ever again. At that thought, he hears Gina’s voice saying he’s being dramatic which is saying something coming from her.

When his head hits the pillow that night he smiles to himself, decision having been made that he will ask her out when he next sees her. He’d even wear a tie for her.

authors note: i rambled on in the beginning notes so i'll keep it short here - thank you again for reading and commenting and leaving kudos, it honestly makes my day getting those emails. love you all and read the next chap now!! <3

#alice writes #jake peralta x amy santiago #jake peralta #amy santiago #gina linetti #rosa diaz #charles boyle #fluff #college!au #bisexual!jake peralta #brooklyn nine nine #b99 #multi chap #average weekly screentime

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lost-my-sanity1 · 1 year ago

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15 people 15 questions

@hughungrybear thankyousm 🤧🤧 these are some interesting questions ily

1. Are you named after anyone?

I..... SOMEONE TOLD ME NOT TO DISCLOSE PERSONAL INFORMATION ON INTERNET!! but no my name isn't named after anyone

2. When was the last time you cried?

uhh one or two weeks ago I guess I was so frustrated and couldn't start studying and it was exam day so yep (I cried so hard and for so long that I woke up with big swollen eyes and a splitting headache😭)

3. Do you have kids?

fuck no I hate kids I don't even plan on having kids they're so so annoying

4. What sports do you play/ have you played?

I...never played anything. I'm not really interested in sports (🙂explains my overweight body)

5. Do you use sarcasm?

sarcasm? no🙄 (PLS I CANT LIVE WITHOUT IT don't mind me im just coping with this cruel stupid world)

6. What is the first thing you notice about people?

umm... I don't know actually. I dont remember what I notice when I meet new people given that I meet new people VERY less

7. What's your eye colour?

black? or brown ig

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

confused by this question cuz scary movies too have happy endings some times... more often than not. but like... I like a good old happy ending movie

9. Any talents?

no :) just surviving

10. Where were you born?

in a hospital

11. What are your hobbies?

scrolling thru soc med, songs

12. Do you have any pets?

no:) my parents doesn't allow

13. How tall are you?

168 cm

14. Favourite subject in school?

okay so I don't know everyone else's subject structures. but here we have English Literature which contains stories, poems and dramas. and English Language which is the grammar and the letter essay and other stuffs. and English language was the easiest subject we didn't have to study this subject before exams so yep. it's English Language

15. Dream job?

I..... don't dream of a job 😀

born to be y/n forced to be a reader.

edit: I WANNA BE A QUEER SERIES ACTOR IN THAILAND

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#tag game

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b1ueoff1ine · 2 years ago

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Professor!Otto x Reader

Prompt/Summary: You're boarding at a school overseas, and most students are going home for the holidays. You can't afford the trip, so you've decided to stay despite the fact that you miss your family. A charming man who happens to be teacher at the school invites you to join him and his family for Christmas. During the break, you relearn what Christmas, and love, are all about from a new perspective.

Warnings: Age Gap. Angst. Fluff. (let me know if I missed any!)

A/N: any one wanna be tagged in part two? also the gif- the background I'm imagining as a chalkboard so it makes sense.

WC: 777

"I know, I know, honey, but it's what we've got to deal with. You can make it through break without us." Your father's voice came through the phone.

"But-"

Your father cut you off. "No buts. We dont have the funds, you don't have the funds. You've just got to deal with it."

"Fine." You sighed in frustration, hanging up the phone.

You weren't going to be able to see your boyfriend this Christmas, nor your family. Despite how much you wished you could return to the US, you didnt have the funds for flying overseas. You were stuck in London for the holidays.

No one could guess you were from America. You had lived in the UK for years, the surrounding peoples influencing your accent. You visited your family every summer and winter break, it had become something very important to you.

That was why you were so bummed. And a few years ago was when you met your then soon-to-be-boyfriend who you felt an instant connection with.

But that didn't matter now- you couldnt go home and see him.

You felt like crying. You wanted to. But there was other students in the hall with you. So you headed to your dorm.

You arrived to your roommate's side halfway cleared out, them exiting the room with their suitcases in one corner.

"You get to go home? I thought you were staying here." You scoffed in frustration.

"Hey, I didnt know it was happening until this morning. Dont get angry at me." She replied, eyeing you with concern. "Relax, we still have classes today. I'm not leaving you yet."

"Fine." You said reluctantly.

You had every class with your roommate, which was nice.

You went to your first class of the day and suffered through it. The students next to you were a couple, and they were kissing and cuddling like you used to with your boyfriend in the US.

It made you so upset, you snapped at them. "Pay attention!"

"Ugh, fine." The girl looked and sounded disgusted that you were speaking to her.

The rest of the day was torture. You literally had almost every class with that same couple and they were distracting as hell. When it got to your last class of the day, the day before break, you were pissed at them.

"Shut up and pay attention!" You snapped.

The girl looked disgusted again.

"Thank you, miss L/N for reprimanding those two. I was starting to get annoyed." The professor spoke to you, but angled the annoyance towards the couple- specifically the girl.

Her disgusted expression turned to a mixture of surprise and confusion.

"Pfft." You stiffled a small laugh.

The professor smiled. "Now, miss L/N, care to tell us what you are going to be doing over the holidays? We might as well start with you."

You nodded and stood. "I wish I could go back to the US, but neither my family nor I had the funds to do so. So I am staying here to explore the parts of the UK that I have not yet seen." You finished and sat down, leaning back in your seat.

It was the last class of the year before break, yet it seemed to last forever. Student after student talked about going home for the holidays and spending time with their loved ones.

You sighed as the bell finally rang. It was so unfair that everyone got to go home and you couldn't.

You were just about to leave the classroom when you heard the professor call your name.

"Miss L/N, a word please."

You heard a few students 'oo' and 'aw' thinking you were in trouble. But you knew better than that.

"Yes, Professor Octavius?"

He waited until all students had exited the room. "I couldn't help but feel sorry for you for not being able to see your family this winter break. If there is anything I can do to help, let me know."

"All I need is the funds. But I dont want to ask for them- that would be rude of me."

"Oh, dont worry about that, dear. I'd be glad to help."

"Thanks for the offer, but I meant what I said about exploring London."

"If your sure." He said in a slightly concerned tone.

"Although, it would be nice to have some company on my adventures." You said aloud, forgetting where you were for a moment.

"You know, my family ventures around the UK every Winter break. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a small addition to that tradition." Professor Octavius chirped, a warm smile on his face.

"I dont want to intrude-"

He was persistent. "Please, dear, I insist."

#fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #bored af #dr otto octavius #otto octavius #otto x reader #otto octavius x reader #doctor otto octavius #doc ock x you #doctor octavius #doc ock #doc ock x reader

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pinkwright · 2 years ago

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⚘ ˏ`୭̥* tv tag game

— list 8 shows for your followers to get to know you better. tagged by the lovely @ncllcraines

disclaimer : i dont rlly watch shows but i'll try u guys... n feel free to recommend me something too ! i'll watch anything rlly but i'm esp fond of thriller/mystery/crime ! <3

1. my name — han sohee was just brilliant in this, jiwoo is me i am jiwoo; we r literal mirrors of each its true. this show is so spectacular i could talk about it for hours omfg.

2. flower of evil — i would recommend this to everyone like this shit is fantastic, one of the few series i can say i likes beginning to end; just phenomenal babes like no way (one of my fave couples its true).

3. the world of the married — girl dont even get me started, this was actually fucking insane; i finished it so quickly it was that good n the cliffhanger like omfg.

4. the witcher — one of the first series i actually keep up with bc its just soo fucking good; would have never gave series a chance if not for this show tbh (dont even speak to me about henry leaving).

5. all of us r dead — absolutely loved this; i rewatch it all the time, the otp was so cute n fitting; i cried so many times u guys.

6. happiness — this is the series that made me favour thriller w/ a little romance simply bc the otp was so fucking adorable; i loveee them.

7. alice in borderland — hm i am absolutely n unhealthily w/ the first season, the second was enjoyable too but the first is just untouchable.

8. sweet home — watched this for kang but ended up loving it for the plot + minsi (srsly need her 😩), like i cant wait for season two it was soo so stellar.

9. the sandman — the cinematography was so gorgeous n the cast was perfect; i just love the idea of this series, it was rlly refreshing.

thats all i can think of rn i havent watched anything in a while (im still trying to finish season one of the glory n finally start watching peaky blinders 😭)

taglist : i would tag ppl but i dont wanna annoy yall (its the anxiety😍) but feel free to do it n tag me so i can read them ☺️ !

#⚘ ˏ`୭̥* tag games w/ sere

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scalproie · 2 years ago

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just wanna say that previously i really didnt know how annoying "x reader" posts were probably bc i never usually stumbled upon them in the kazuya tag but now i am starting. to understand why there is hate on them once i stepped into a popular tag so i get it now 👍LMAOOOO

these fucking things are a plague in ANY major tag of a franchise somehow and its always the same thing: obnoxious length with no read more, every tag under the sun EXCEPT a general x reader one which would make filtering easier for everyone else, and always some fun mischaracterization of the character involved but thats just the nature of it

Speaking of the nature of x reader, some people are annoyed by them bc they clog the tags, but I, myself fucking hate the mere concept of it bc 1) characters dont exist in a vaccum, if you remove them from the story theyre from whats the fucking point. where's the flavor outside of some vague aesthetic attraction. like that one post once said, what's y/n's narrative significance? what about the other characters? and why dont they show up in the story if they're so important to be (usually) the character's love interest? Which leads to 2) the character is ALWAYS going to be some degree of being uncomfortably (to me, canon enjoyer) OOC. and 3) either the author has the absolute confidence to think they can characterize my favorite character AND ME (IM the reader in this scenario last I checked) correctly, or its just personal projection that they then slap a generic x reader and y/n on top to reach max audience, and I dont like the lack of self-awareness

#sorry to use your ask as an excuse to hating i just needed to get this of my chest #and despite it all this isnt an attack. if YOU enjoy reading x reader good for you #Im just spelling out why *I* really really really DONT like them #anyway yeah. if x reader has no hater i am no longer of this world👍#and glad kazuya is spared. tho on one hand people have no taste if they dont write them about him. on the other hand good leave him alone #tagging later #kazooyah

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moonrisecoeur · 1 year ago

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girl i really hate to bug you but like. also feel free to ignore esp if youre like not in a good headspace rn i cant tell if ur feeling ok rn. do you like actually want ppl to talk to u or message u just for whatever? ive really been hesitant to talk to you because i feel like. idk our interests are too different? i dont want to like bore you or anything? or like offend you. cause i cant handle a decent amount of dc, and i know thats your primary interest (i feel a little stupid for being so annoying to u for so long and not realizing that! sorry! i wish i could talk ab ur interests but i just cant :( ) n like idk? i dont wanna talk ab stuff ur not interested in, hsdhshhshd

idk! i just want to talk but idk if its actually an open invitation and dont say that youre not super friendly and nice to everyone bc literally there is not a single ask ive seen u respond mean to! ur genuinely super nice to everyone and idk ! i dont wanna bug u cus i do know u have a ton of cool other ppl that send in asks n stuff! so idk? im rambling and sad idk lol i just crave friendship but i dont wanna be annoying or difficult and i literally cannot read people

im not tagging myself bc u either know and im worried youll be annoyed at me or u can at least not pay attention to this ask cause i am acting needy which, my bad

hey! if it makes you feel any better, dc isn’t my primary interest! i’d say it’s just like general nsfw content, especially msub because i’m super dom-leaning, but i’m such a softie guys it’s just i like to go back and forth so there’s more of a balance so everyone has something from me that they like!! honestly i love dark content but my favorite stuff is soft lovey dovey sappy writing i love it sm !! so if that’s more your vibe then we can chat about it!

the open invitation is exactly that, an open invitation. i’m not just saying that to sound friendly. in the previous ask i said that just in case there was anything i hadn’t cleared up, anything you wanted to say or ask me about my perspective of it. i just didn’t want to answer any more public asks about it for the sake of everyone else’s dashboards.

but you are welcome to message me!! and talk to me about whatever you like! i promise that if it’s leon related, ill probably like it! most of the stuff on my blog is not dark content, its just me being a dommy girl that likes resident evil !!

don’t feel bad for not being able to handle darker stuff, i totally get it girl. some stuff is an absolute no for me, and so i stay away from it completely.

#i do prefer longer asks for lighter stuff #maybe questions about me or about resident evil and leon or prompts/request #that kind of stuff should stay in my inbox #but things like serious topics or things i need to know about #‘hey you forgot the cnc tag on this fic right here’ kinda stuff #you’re absolutely welcome and encouraged to message me

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writers-get-biters · 2 months ago

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um ok so now at:

even when seeing others make art n stuff of them, we feel kinda uncomfy. like when the art isnt even shippy. we just feel kinda upset at knowing someone else thought of them without thinking of us or smth? frustrating feeling. still not sure what to do. most likely, we'll add a note or smth on our pinned politely asking ppl not to say shippy things (unless its abt our very specific relationship w two) in the notes of our original posts if they can help it. we wouldnt be angry at ppl who do do that bc ofc ppl respond to posts w/o looking thru the op's blog and ppl can forget and thats okay, but really we trust people to avoid things they know would upset us, and we can block people who dont. still feeling a bit iffy/guilty abt it, but it helps to think like... our blog is not a public resource for everyone, its firstly a place for us to have the interactions we want with ideas and people who are interested. also all feelings are okay. we dont need to enjoy things that we dont enjoy; we jjust need to not be mean. and i dont really think its mean to ask people to avoid bringing up smth around us if possible. esp if well try to be super understanding abt it. just sucks tho tbh bc like we wanna like and be able to positively interact w others who like two (selfship way and nonselfship way) w/o being uncomfy. a;so annoying bc our feelings r just! so! complicated! like, we like our moots liking them bc idk its like they know us and about us being super personally involved w two so that doesnt feel bad even when/if they like two independently(?) yk. but then w ppl who dont know us: seeing them make art of two is kinda upsetting! also smth smth we have a Very Specific interpretation of them that is very tied to our relationship so seeing art that feels in violation of that is also upsetting? idk it makes some sense but not a lot and regardless its an annoying experience overall. sigh

we love our silly thingy two so much though which mostly overrides all the bad feelings so thats better <2

also also though the newest ep of tpot kinda emphasized two being upset at gaty leaving, and thats one of the most popular Two ships so weve been nervous to look in the main tags in case some art/discussion of it isnt filtered out by our blocked tags ::/

trying to focus on our love for them though so we feel better i& heart two they r so cute and sweet and silly and special and we should definitely make more kink art of them soon

siiiiigh

thinking

kinda... unsure how to proceed

whenever we see other people like two very much i& get jealous and uncomfortable :(

so on one hand I would kinda like to have a dni for other selfshippers who ship with them

but on the other hand i& feel bad!!! :(

not sure what to do

feeling a little insecure overall about them being my& special little thingy who loves me& </2 their my& main f/o n idk what 2 do :[

grrr sighh

#2 ~#two ~#so hy speaks!#~ 📖🌟#~ 😽🔕#~ 📡🎯

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gettinshiggywithit · 2 years ago

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!Bakugou with a reader who has a “hyper feminine pink sanrio themed room"!

scenario:-bakugou with a reader who has a sanrio themed room and is scared to show him~

pairing:- bakugou x gn!reader

this was written for @cloudy-zephyr who has allowed me to post it here!

You were the pinky pink one if the bakusquad

Okay so was mina but like YOU were mainly the pink sanrio one

Soo everyone was PRETTY FUCKIN CONFUSED when u and bakugou ended up dating

Everyone wondered how the hello kitty kid managed to snag the orange and black colour scheme dominated explosion murder god

But despite everyone’s whispers,yall were a happy couple

Bakugou never made u feel like ur likes were TOO feminine or like it annoyed him

But u made sure that he didnt come to ur room often

Makin sure that if he was pickin u up for dates youd be ready five mins before he came to immediately come out the door without him getting a peak inside

You really REALLY liked bakugou and you didnt want to lose him over something as ‘silly’ as an ‘overly feminine pink sanrio themed room’

But one fine day(as fate would have it!)you fell asleep at his place after a movie with the bakusquad

He was all for u spending the night but his friends were just bein too dam loud😑

So he did the very rational normal thing of pickin u up (bridal style!) and takin u to ur room

He had a key of his own,for emergencies ofcc.

And the moment he stepped in and (somehoww) switched on he light,he was BLINDED by colour

And well

SANRIO

he looked around curiously as you lay asleep in his arms and just as he was abt to place u on ur pink cinnamonroll-sheet-clad bed u tightened ur grip on his arm(when did u grab his armm???) he knew pulling away would wake u

It always did,you could just sense eachother like that

Even in sleep

So he saw no other choice but to climb on in

He switched off ur lil lamp and got into ur bed

The introduction of his weight to the bed causing plushies to spill out off the bed and onto the floor

Luckily they didnt make a sound

And just like that he fell asleep while studying ur room even in the darkness

The next morning you were confused as to how u hd gotten back to ur room and when you looked to ur right u saw how...

FUCK was the first word to cross it mind

But bakugou seemed to be peacefully asleep so u decided to either just not address it or address it later

Later in the day when u woke up he was gone, a lil note left on ur bedside table telling u he went out

And when he got back you seemed nervous and on edge

This

Worried him

You were always so cool and chill but now you were the exact opposite

He dropped the bag that he was holding and rushed over to you,cupping your face

"What happened?"

"Nothing, dont worry"

"y/n...."

"Okayy i just okqy its stupid but i just didnt want u to see my room cos like i dont wanna piss you off and annoy you and then lose you and-"

"Woah woah woah. Lose me???? y/n im not gonna leave u ovet a fuckin decoration style choice whatever its called"

"I love you for YOU not ur room"

You looked up into his eyes and saw nothing but sincerity and determination

"Okay🥺"

"Oh and," he said as he went back to the bagel he’d dropped

"This is for you,"

You took the bag with a suspicious look and a thank you

You opened it and lo and behold

SANRIO PLUSHIESSS

you were ECSTATIC

You jumped into his arms and kissed him all over his face(like in those silly lil cartoons)

"THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUU I LOVE YOU KATSUKIIIIIII"

pfft I love you too y/n he said with a half smile and little laugh

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

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pillow-anime-talk · 3 years ago

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tears.

request: hello there, idk if requests are open cuz it says open and then closed but here i am, trying. if not, i dont wanna bother :c but, could you please do some rengoku angst? still not over it, love him and your writing ♡♡♡.

# tags: scenario; current relationship; light romance; drama; hard angst; crying; mention of blood & death; mugen train; snow hashira!reader; rather sfw

includes: gender neutral reader ft. kyojuro rengoku + tanjirou kamado, zenitsu agatsuma, inosuke hashibira and akaza in the background {kny}

author’s note: hi! hope this is what you asked for :D thank you so much!

The moment you heard a terrified voice, or rather the scream of a young swordsman with slightly burgundy hair, made your heart stop for a short moment. As soon as possible and with the last of your strength, you ran towards your partner, who at that moment was fighting against a young demon. With the Eighth Form, you froze the ground under your feet, thanks to which the front of the train stopped burning, and Akaza’s legs were trapped in the ice.

“Kyojuro!” Your loud scream made each of them turn towards you. The blood dripping from your right collarbone and the visible scabs on your forehead were a painful sight for your fiancé, but he was glad you were safe. After all, he was the one who asked you to annihilate the second demon, and he had a feeling that you would cope with this task. As soon as you shielded the three children and the Flame Pillar with your body, you made a slight amusement on the demon’s face.

“Is this another toy for me? King Muzan didn’t say anything about you... Are you a new addition to the Demon Slayer Corps?” His mocking voice only caused more anger in your body. You immediately took advantage of his moment of inattention.

Third Form: Snow rain

Your quick cuts with blue weapon quite effectively chased the demon away from the five of you, so you ran to the injured men as fast as possible, asking if everything was okay. After all, you were also a good medic, and you always enjoyed talking with Shinbu about healing people and potions against demons. Fortunately, apart from a few scratches and bruises, everyone was fine.

“Y/N, please take the boys and get out of here.” Kyojuro grabbed your left arm and you immediately shook your head.

“You know that I’ll never leave you.” You smiled softly and the man just rolled his both, shiny eyes.

Your moment was destroyed, of course, by a nervous demon that ran towards you. You instantly grabbed Zenitsu and Inosuke by their clothes, jumping to a safe distance. Rengoku did the same, but saved Tanjiro from a rampaging demon.

“Boys. Listen.” You turned to two teenagers, and they turned their attention to you. “I let you swear and destroy nature around us, we have to beat this freak.” You kind of made a joke, and in a way your voice seemed to be the most serious tone in the world. The two younger people just nodded. “However, if you feel threatened, please step back.” You added at the end and then moved towards Akaza using the other Forms of your Breathing.

Your cold snow and your fiancé’s hot flames were a perfect match. The Water Breathing along with yours made sharp needles of ice, while Zenitsu and Kyojuro were great at working on the fiery lightning. Inosuke has been an amazing support to all of you, straining his own hearing and physical strength.

“You two. You’d be nice demons.” At one point, your opponent turned to you and the second Hashira, and you just laughed.

“You know, hardly anyone would want to reduce their strength and intelligence. You, as demons, are quite weak and extremely stupid.” You spoke honestly, which only annoyed the monster; he focused on you once more. Luckily, your partner reacted and pushed him away again with his katana.

Your fight continued for a few more minutes; although time passed very fast, for the five of you passed slowly. You felt like you were in a time loop where the temperature and lighting changed every short second. Each of you bravely pushed the demon off the train, and you even cut off his arm. At some point, however, you and Kyojuro, seeing that the swordsmen younger than you were getting more and more tired, allowed yourself to use your techniques to push them away from the battlefield as well. Although Tanjirou and Inosuke have sworn they still have the strength to fight, you did not allow them to continue the battle by your side.

With your hot heart you fought side by side with the Pillar of Fire. At one point you decided to use your quite similar techniques which together created a kaleidoscope of colors and water vapor.

Fifth Form: Flame Tiger

Fifht Form: Snow Leopard

You managed to hurt the demon, however at one point you noticed a strange bloodlust in his both eyes, and the movement of his hand was enough to protect the second Pillar with you whole body again.

Suddenly you felt a strange feeling of chill that wasn’t caused by your Breathing Style. It was something... different, unknown, strange.

“... Y/N?”

“My dearest...?”

When the flames were gone, the snow melted and the dust fell to the dirty ground, three young swordsmen shouted your first or last name.

“I guess the demons aren’t that weak after all, are they?” He asked with a huge smirk and you just spat out some light blood from your mouth. Your lungs and head ached, and for the first time in a long time, your eyes, feet and stomach stung so much.

“You’re still weak. The sun is about to kill you, you stupid creature. For me, it’s pleasant, so relaxing. This is what makes us different from each other.” You whispered and the demon looked up. He quickly took his hand out of you and then ran towards the dark forest. Blond-haired immediately followed him, and the boys younger than you ran up to your body, slowly laying you down on the sand and damaged grass. “Boys, don’t cry. Next time you’ll beat him. I believe it.”

“... We’ll beat him together, Y/N-san.”

“You are definitely right.” You smiled. “Take care of Kyojuro, okay? He’s very sensitive, although he doesn’t look like that.” You whispered, and they just nodded. “I love you all very much. Eat a lot and grow up healthy.”

When your fiancé returned, his eyes were full of tears and blood. Your delicate body, or more specifically your head, lay on Tanjiro’s lap while Zenitsu covered your belly with his black-yellow haori. Inosuke didn’t know what to do at the very beginning, but then he took off his mask and touched your hair as gently as he could. They were still soft and shiny.

Kyojuro simply fell to his knees at the sight of it and crawled to you, screaming towards the sky for someone to take him, not you. He shouted that he should die, not you.

Definitely no one had ever seen the Flame Pillar like this before; always joyful, full of energy and love for people, the man was now a bundle of sadness, guilt and tears. And as he hugged your increasingly stiff body tightly, he felt a stronger and stronger feeling of hatred, anger and fear within him, and there was one sentence in his head that spoke of his desire to avenge you.

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fym-daichi-dies · 7 months ago

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OH MY GOD I HAVE NEVER DONE THIS BEFORE BUT IM HOLDING MY GROUND FOR THIS ONE SHOUTING "OVERWORKED, OVERWORKED OVERWORKED" UNTIL SHE GIVES ME IT!!

Heres a small rant about this for no reason but i HAVENT HAD A DAY OFF SINCE AUGUSSSSSSSSTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT so i would appreciate a short summer holiday, even if it is three days, BUT my mom is all like "BUT THE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!1 HOW WILL YOU EVER GO TO OXFORD??????/ IM YOUR MOTHER!!!!!!" just really shaking her fists over this.

every single day we only talk about my future nd stuff because i had some intellect chug jugs before school as a kid or something, but its bothering me now because i finished my exams but im STILL being put under the tightest freaking schedule as if i have finals next month or something, all to prepare for exams next year.

so I DUN WANNA DO THIS ANYMORE!! its annoying because i dont have space for writing and reading fanfics, which i really like to do. she wants me to cheer and clap like everyone else over how exams are finished but what seperates me from them is that they actually have something to look forward to, while i have to undergo what seems to be a never-ending stress, because theres no way such an agreeable, polite and eerily quiet child could ever want to do that weird thing called 'relaxing' LIKE I KNOW I ACT LIKE A CONFUSED ROBOT BUT IM NOT ACTUALLY ONE GEEZ!!!!!!!

Which is what lead me to mini explode on the phone with her today when she told me that i have to go to school the day after i finish exams because SHE promised i would be there, which is just a fat load of hoopla shazabingbong because DUDE!!!!!!!11 I DONT GIVE A SHIT!!!

sigh, either way this swings, hopefully this is resolved and tagged as angstwithahappyending so that i rest assured that i wont need to wake up tommorow! also im weirdly not emotionally angry, not frantically typing this or something im just thinking of how to proceed with my silly little rebellion once she gets home, hopefully no computers or phones are thrown away, not that that usually happens

the last time i even spoke badly to her was during an argument over her miscommunication, and she ended up apologising to me, but i hated every second of it because she didnt really want to apologise, she just didnt want me to bitch about it if i rightfully decided to.

so shes prolly gonna apologise, but only after i actually go to school, or shes going to let me stay and torment me over how im ganging up on her

AND THAT REMINDS ME! whenever shes scolding my sisters or something and i defend, making a really strong point that dunks on her bullshit, she SHUTS ME UP?!?! by warning me to shut up or 'else' and scold ME about how i can never seem to keep my mouth shut, even when its so clear shes using motherlly tactics (gaslighting, shocker) to gang up on whichever victim it is today.

this is getting annoyingly long but she has a weird obsession with how im doing at school, and has this perfect scenario in her head that shes already planning for me, where i go to harvard or oxford or some bullshit and get two degrees in engineering and medics, so that she can finally feel pride in a child for once, but the problem is that its up to me to actually carry it out, and because my teachers think i can do it, it means that i HAVE to

which kills me because im already past my limit, ive shamefully quit and submitted exams without checking them, under the assumption that ill pass anyway, aka, giving up on this goofy dream and settling on what makes me feel stable.

so today ill put my foot down n studd

sparked an argument with my mother so that i can have atleast three days for my summer holiday, how cooked am i???

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buckys-black-dress · 3 years ago

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see through

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

a/n: i dont have much to say other than that it's 1 am and i needed to get this out of my system. chapter 4 of play the game is underway, i promise. also, there will be a pov switch in this fic!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. = POV change!

wc: 4.1k words

[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚　　˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.

Notice how you said night?

Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.

And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?

(Great choice on your part, by the way.)

Well, because of your neighbor.

You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.

But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.

But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.

Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.

You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.

But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.

The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.

You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.

But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.

"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.

"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.

It was him.

"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, and your name?"

He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'

"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.

"James."

That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.

As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.

You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.

"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.

"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.

"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.

You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.

He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.

For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.

Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.

"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.

"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.

"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.

"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.

"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.

He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.

"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.

You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.

"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.

As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.

(bucky's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The girl who works at this café is annoying.

But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.

He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.

But it was a nice gesture.

Why can't you just take a nice gesture?

Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.

He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.

You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.

Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.

He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.

He hates how lonely it gets, though.

Bucky wishes that he had someone.

Someone who could understand.

And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.

Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.

But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.

But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'

Or that's what his therapist says.

"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.

He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.

Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.

He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.

Who he was.

"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.

"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."

"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.

You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.

Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.

Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.

He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.

Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?

But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.

All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.

But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.

He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.

Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.

He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.

Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.

Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.

But there was no one.

And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.

Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.

But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.

For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.

For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.

There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.

Well, in your own apartment, of course.

And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.

As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.

He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.

(y/n's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.

After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.

He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.

But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.

Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.

You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.

You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.

As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.

The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.

You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.

You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.

You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.

You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.

You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.

"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.

"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.

You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.

He seems to have this issue quite often.

Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.

Well, nothing you did on purpose.

Nothing you were aware of at the time.

Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.

"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.

"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.

"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.

"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.

The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.

As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.

He was attractive, you'll admit.

Okay, he was more than attractive.

"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.

"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.

"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.

"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.

"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.

"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.

"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.

"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.

"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.

"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."

"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.

You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.

"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.

"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.

"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.

"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.

"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."

Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.

"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."

You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.

He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.

You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.

"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.

bonus scene:

six months later

You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.

"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.

"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.

"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."

Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.

"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.

"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."

You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.

"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.

A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.

You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.

"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.

"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.

"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.

"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.

"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."

fin. i hope you enjoyed!

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THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

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