#ok goodnight its 2 30 am

[enthesea]

looking for a new hair salon is suuuch a pain when ur a little freak. but i think i found a place im gonna try at least. just go get a haircut first n see if i wanna go back for color n stuff after

[silhouette-saloon]

I need to get some fuckin weed to fall asleep i Can Not keep doing this shit its 2 am ill be lucky if im asleep at 3:30

[another-sister-of-sin]

Volunteer!Reader x Ghost (The Band)

Pt. 2

Summary: reader actually meets people!! meeting with Sister and the ministry goes ok? ok enough

Warning!! really stupid google translate Italian because I will take italian speaking emeritus family to my grave (thank you popaganda series that lasted 2 episodes)

3160 words

The sun from the window hits your eyes, waking you up around 9 AM. Your nose and eyes are dry this morning after forgetting to turn on your humidifier last night, but hey at least you got to sleep in. Throwing off your covers, you stumble to the bathroom, not even bothering to turn on the light. You half heartedly brush your teeth while trying to regain sentience after a deep sleep last night.

Now slightly more awake, the walk back to your bed is better coordinated. Sitting back down you feel around for your phone. Unlocking it you see a few unimportant notifications, some friends updating their lives on social media, Maya texting a picture of her cuddled in Vivian's arms bidding you a goodnight that you were asleep for.

You clear all notifications before turning to your laptop. You had brought it in bed with you to binge some show then promptly knocking out, but now it seems a good time as any to check if ‘The Clergy’ responded to you at all. Booting it up, you close the tabs from whatever sleep deprived you thought to create up last night. Opening your college’s homepage, you hesitate to check your email. Originally you thought it would be an easy rejection, but something was actually making you nervous about that idea.

Shaking your head you just decide to face it and click your email. At first you see nothing, just a few spam emails with useless information about campus, until you scroll down a little bit and see a response about only 30 minutes after you sent in the initial email. You suck in a breath of anticipation, within the first few lines a member called Sister Imperator asks you to come in for an interview today. Wait… today? “Shit.” You scramble off the bed, rushing to your closet for suitable interview clothes. In the middle of hopping around, trying to put your pants on, you realize you don’t even know where to go. Leaving your pants half on you hunch back over your bed to look up their address.

Good thing the interview was at least an hour away, and while you don’t have a car, the public transportation is pretty good in this cit- wait… Looking up the place in your maps app you realize its in the middle of a fucking forest an hour away. Fuck but with the bus system its at least two hours. “Damnitdamnitsonofabitch-” You’re back to speed dressing, zipping up your pants and choosing a good button up shirt, you grab a jacket before stuffing your laptop in your bag and pulling on some boots.

You race out to the nearest bus stop, looking up the right bus number to get to the Clergy. Sitting down in the little terminal you bounce your leg in anxiety. Fuck you hope you make it in time. Looking at the map there’s still a bit of a trek to get there from the bus, but if you catch the right bus at the right time, the walk should be no problem. Sister Imperator said the interview was at 1, it’s about 10 now, so as long as the bus runs on schedule, you should get there around 12:30. Maybe even 12:40, but the walk looks like it takes less than 10 minutes so everything should be fine. You send off a quick confirmation to Sister Imperator just as the bus arrives. Swiping your pass you sit down next to a window in the back and settle in for a long ride.

Choosing a random playlist, you decide to look up some more information about this Clergy. Going back to the website you found their listing on, not much more information was given other than their want for a kind of intern. There was something about a ghost or whatever but maybe that's just spooky Satanist talk, either way the line that mentioned it was deleted at some point probably this morning. It didn’t scare you off anyways, it's not like you’ve ever encountered ghosts before, that you can recall at least, so it shouldn’t be a problem. All you can really find on them is that they’re Satanists and they started this whole thing sometime in the 60s.

They’re pretty obscure, you’re surprised you can find anything at all, there’s not even a picture of the place. Just an address that you’re choosing to trust, which isn’t the best idea now that you’re thinking about it… But hey it’ll be an interesting story if nothing else. For now you just close your eyes for the next hour and a half and listen to your music until your stop.

As the bus makes its twists and turns, the sun flashes across your face. Thankfully it was still early spring, so the weather outside was cooler in the morning until about 3pm ish. The walk through the forest shouldn’t leave you too warm and sweaty from the sun, not the best first impression for a job interview.

Almost 2 hours later you come up to the end of the last stop on this line. Some shabby little wooden terminal that looks like it hasn’t been maintained in years. You thank the driver on your way out and bring up your phone’s map to check which trail to follow. It looked simple enough, about a 10 minute walk through a nice looking forest wasn’t bad. Starting your trek up the path, you get the sense that someone’s watching you. You keep walking, but looking around you don’t see anyone else up here. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, not hostile but wary.

Every so often you think you imagine that the sunlight peeking through the tangle of leaves and branches are eyes peering down at you, watching you move through the barely recognizable gravel path. You turned off your music to be more aware of your surroundings, just in case, but nothing triggered any alarms in your head. Despite being in a dense, dark forest that most people would be cautious about going into, it felt welcoming.

The walk is actually pleasant, a nice breeze passes by every few seconds and the constant cloud cover offers a nice cool spring day. After a few minutes you notice a few spires peeking above the trees. The feeling of being watched passes as the building makes its presence known the closer you get. It’s exactly what you’d expect from a satanic church, classic gothic architecture with beautifully stained glass windows and gargoyles. Like actual fucking gargoyles on every corner. Who the fuck knew this place was all the way out here, and so huge too? It’s at least a couple stories high, and you can even see a few other buildings attached to it in the back.

Checking your phone you notice you’re 10 minutes early, exactly the way you predicted (re. Hoped, wished, and anxiously bit your nails about) it would go. Now that you’re at the steps of the church, you hesitate. Do you knock? Is there a doorbell? You debate your options while walking up, but before you can even raise your hand to the large ornate knocker, the door hinges squeak into movement. It opens to reveal a man wearing a maroon tracksuit and black shirt that says VVULGARI. His appearance slightly startles you. He has deep dark circles around his eyes, you can’t tell if it's makeup or just a really fucked up sleep scedule. And… is he wearing a singular white contect? No that looks too real, but how else could it be that color? Maybe it is makeup because his top lip is black too. You stare at each other for a few seconds, then he speaks, your hand still in the air for a moment.

“Ah… Hello.” He awkwardly waves in your general direction. “I am Pa- er Copia. I am Copia.” He extends his hand to shake yours briefly before gesturing for you to enter. “Sister Imperator asked me to meet you at the door. We eh… didn’t expect you to be early but it's better than being late no?”

“Yeah… uhh I didn’t realize how long it would take to get here this morning, especially on the bus. You guys are pretty remote out here huh.” You say, looking around the foyer. It feels a lot more home-y than you expected despite the cold stone walls. The red carpet gives a nice bounce to your step as you start to follow this Copia guy out of the foyer.

“The bus? It’s been awhile but there is a little station out there huh. I thought it was put out of service…” he continues muttering to himself as you walk through multiple doors. You pass a few people on your way to what you assume where Sister Imperator’s office is. Quite frankly you’re putting a lot of trust in these people you don’t know. You do seem to notice the people you pass are wearing nun habits and frocks, but sexy? Some are modest and almost pious looking, so they’re customizable to their own tastes, but almost every one of them has one accessory in common. An upside down cross rosary, but with what looks like a capital G in the middle.

They stare at you and whisper to each other as you pass. Was it because you’re dressed weird? Or maybe because they’ve just never seen you before. That’s a better thought than whatever the anxiety in your mind was trying to tell you. It seems fair enough, this place really is removed from the city, It would make sense that they don’t get many “outsiders” so to speak.

Amidst Copia’s mumbling he seemed to be startled by something. “Oh mio Satana- I never asked. You are the applicant for the intern position si?” Looking away from the “nuns” you nod. “Oh yeah- yes I am. I mean it would be kinda weird if I just followed you in.” You laugh nervously while you fiddle with the cuff of your sleeve.

“Good, good, yes…” He trails off, clapping his hands together and picking up the pace he had previously. “We’ve never had quite a job like this here, so this will be new for all of us. But Sister Imperator should know what to do.” Copia looks back occasionally to make sure you’re keeping up. “Uh huh, I mean I’ve heard of volunteering for Christian churches or whatever, but I didn’t know it was a thing for Satanic churches. I didn’t even know they had physical buildings, well at least to this scale.” You say, looking out the windows to what looks like a nicely sized greenhouse and gazebo.

“We are a bit of a special situation, but she will tell you everything you need to know.” He pauses in front of a door at the end of a hallway before knocking. A woman’s muffled voice came from behind the door. “Come in.” Copia looks back at you, smiling nervously as he opens the door to a large office. Behind a huge wooden desk, sits an older woman. The gothic arched window shines natural light from behind, highlighting the stray hairs that escaped from her low bun. She looks up at you, smiling and clapping her hands together.

“Ah! Here you are, our newest little candidate.” She gestures to the two huge leather seats in front of her desk “Please sit, we have much to talk about before you decide to take the position, C? Could you go get the others? We’ll introduce them after our talk here.” You sit down hesitantly, tilting your head slightly while the leather whines under the new weight as Copia (C?) exits the room hurriedly.

Sister Imperator turns back to you, clasping her hands together and placing them on her desk. “Now, we do things differently here. You just heard me talk about the ‘others’. Like churches have Fathers, we have our own version. We have our Papas!’

You stare at her for a moment, furrowing your eyebrows. “Like… just… Papas?” She smiles at you, nodding her head, and pulls out a couple records from under her desk, each with the word “Ghost” on them. The same Ghost that was mentioned in their listing.

“Back in the 60s, when the Ministry first started, we had the idea of starting a band to further spread our reach.” She lays the records one by one on her desk, in a line. You’re assuming in the order of their release. “Each time a frontman is promoted, he gains the title of ‘Papa’. So far we have had four. I wanted you to meet them so you can form your decision, since you’ll mainly be working with them.”

You look down at the records, skeletal faces and figures staring back at you. “What will I be doing?” You ask, tracing a finger over the edges of the record covers. “Nothing too strenuous, basically a type of assistant for whichever Papa you choose for the day, or whatever hours you can manage.”

“Ok, that sounds… doable.” Just as you look back up at Sister Imperator, a knock sounds through the room. Turning in the chair, you’re met with four pairs of mismatched eyes. What caught your attention, apart from the apparently common white eye around here,  was the fact that every one of them, except Copia, had skull makeup that matched the records in front of you. One of them looked much calmer than the others, holding his hands together in front of his body, wearing black and red robes. The next wore green and black robes, with a more stern expression. Although it might just be the makeup because the third one has such a different atmosphere to him, with a more stylized skull than the others.

You can’t help but wonder if they just walk around like that, full garb and everything. While looking them over, Sister Imperator stands up from behind her desk. She walks over to stand next to you, gesturing in your general direction before addressing the men.

“Thank you all for coming. As you may know, we got an applicant for the internship position. I thought it would be beneficial for them to meet you before accepting the position.” You stumble on your way up from the leather seat, feeling the need to stand while Sister Imperator tells them about you. Looking between the Papas and Sister for an awkwardly quiet moment, the second Papa approaches you. He gently reaches for your hand, waiting until you choose to place it in his palm,  then he bows slightly to place a light peck on the back. For such a scary looking man, he’s very gentle with you, maybe not wanting to scare you off.

Watching him with slightly widened eyes, he backs away a step to introduce himself. “I am the second Papa Emeritus, but you may call me Secondo.” And before you can stop yourself, you ask “You’re literally named Two?” immediately slapping your hands over your mouth, kinda horrified that you just said that to his face. They all chuckle, the third one actually full belly laughing as he comes up behind Secondo and clapping him on the shoulder.

“Si, si, our father was not very creative! That old man back there is named Primo, you’ve already met little Copia, and you may know me as Terzo.” A devilish grin spreads across his face, which you guess is appropriate considering who they worship here. You raise your eyebrows as ‘Primo’ heaves a sigh, joining the others that have now moved closer to you. “You may ignore our brother Terzo over there, we do, constantly.” he says, lifting your hand like Secondo did, but holding it in both hands instead of kissing it. It doesn’t feel uncomfortable though, Primo exudes a more peaceful feeling compared to the others, and smells slightly like… roses?

“We have never offered a position like this before, but we hope you feel at ease here.” He gives one little affirming shake of your hand, then let's go, stepping back to be in line with the other Papas, who you’ve just learned are his brothers. Seemingly feeling left out, Copia peeks his head out from behind the line of siblings, offering a shy wave towards you. “We have already met earlier, but it’s nice to, eh, formally meet you.”

Terzo looks back, rolling his eyes and shaking his head while talking to you “He is our current Papa, hard to believe he’s able to manage a whole band of ghouls-” Secondo elbows him in the ribs in the middle of his sentence, giving him a stern look. “What-” you start to ask before Sister Imperator places her hands on your shoulders, attempting to lead you out of her office. “Well that’s enough of that!” she exclaims, pushing you past the gaggle of Papas. “Why don’t we take a tour through the ministry! See what our buildings have to offer!” Taking a quick look just as you pass the doorway, you catch Primo hitting Terzo on the back of his head, and talking to him in Italian, which you assume is him being reprimanded for whatever he just said.

“Do I get to ask what that was about?” You look towards Sister Imperator, who has since slowed down from her previous pace of rushing out of that room. “Don’t you worry about him, he was our more ‘out of the box’ Papa in past years.” She assures you, patting you on the back. “It’s nothing you won’t get to know eventually, if you do want to work here that is.” You exhale a single laugh, apparently there was more going on here than you originally thought.

Going through the tour, nothing very exciting happens. You pass by some other nun looking people, who you learn from Sister Imperator are called the sisters of sin. Even with Imperator, you still get strange looks, until she catches them looking.

You do meet another Papa though, apparently their father, as he’s called Nihil. He’s a strange old man, looking like he’s about to disintegrate if you walk by him too fast. But after meeting him, the tour comes to an end. As Sister Imperator walks up to the front door, she pauses. “I hope you do consider taking up the intern position. You don’t have to answer now, but I hope to see your decision within the next few days.” She smiles one last time before opening the door for you, waving as you walk out.

You pause once you reach the bottom of the front steps, it had certainly gone better than you thought. But you didn’t even know what to expect walking into this. Taking a breath, you start walking back to the little bus station. The feeling of being watched comes back, but it somehow feels calmer this time around.

[kittyplushy]

FEBRUARY 17, 1988; 12:55 AM

Kinda felt off a while ago. I wanted to write sonething soft and sweet. Goodnight, everyone!!

A strong scent of vanilla and seasalt filled the dim livingroom when her fingers snapped open a bottle of lotion. Latering it on her exposed skin and fur, the cat massaged her sore body with as much pressure as her paws could muster after hours of labor. Julianne closed her eyes, timing a 2 hour nap before she continues her work. Deadlines were waiting for her on Saturday, and as the late papers piled up, she hurries to finish them before burning out. At 12 am she finds her moment of peace. Nobody home, all alone, wearing a black camisole and a facial mask to relax. She hugs a salmon plush and places the tuna plush under her head as a cushion. Drifting into her subconsciousness, she hugs herself instead, pretending...pretending...pretending...

No more than 30 minutes later, the phone rings suddenly. Julianne's brain immediately panics thinking she had overslept but the small red light of the landline blinks with each ring. Julianne scoots her way closer to the phone, still laying on the couch.

"Hello?" Julianne yawns.

"I-I'm sorry. Did I wake you up?"

Her ears rocket up realizing who's on the other end. She couldn't help but quietly purr.

"No." The cat lies, "I'm still working."

"Me too." Sam's voice sounded heavy with exhaustion. There's a faint sound of buttons being mashed and papers being crumpled. Julianne imagines what it could be like on her end and feels guilty about somewhat lying.

"It isn't even the end of February, Teddy. What are you doing?"

Sam hums to herself jotting down whatever it wss on the other side. She whispers to herself names of products and quantities before groaning and turning off a radio somewhere.

"Sorry- uh, no, it is ending in less than a week...can't even consider this half of the month. What are you working on?"

"Skeletons." Julianne chuckles.

"What? Why?" Her girlfriend laughs in amusement, breaking some stress.

"Anatomy class for middle schoolers. Oh fuck, did I tell you I'm doing some classes with middle schoolers?"

"I think so, that makes sense. Is it treating you fine?"

The cat stretches herself again, letting out a small noise.

"Cute, do you need me?"

"I could massage myself...but I do."

They both go silent on each other as they breathe in the worlds and work they are in. Julianne stares at the blue-lit window and pictures Sam and her truck outside, waiting for her to peek out. She wonders if her partner is dreaming similarly, sitting at a bench near the back entrance if the hardware shop. But the ambient silence helps them pretend they were next to each other.

"Sorry I can't come over tonight."

"It's fine...You always see me every morning."

"That's different, ok? I want..." Sam stops herself mid-sentence, her sigh mixes with a growl. Her breaths shorten in some kind of panic.

"Hey, are you okay? What's going on?"

"I'm good. Just feeling...light. So, what I meant is...I want to be near..you. I think that's why I called too."

Julianne picks up the fallen salmon plushie and gives it a tight squeeze to contain her flusteredness.

"I'm here, Teddy."

"Thanks." Even as her voice returned to its usual flatness, Julianne pictures her crimped ears were brushed with a light pink.

"Julianne, Dear, can you sleep at my house tomorrow?"

"Sorry, I have work to do. I can't."

"Wh-when will you sleep at my house, then?"

Julianne pouts. She thinks of her busy schedule and the closest time to come.

"Can I come..Thursday night?"

"Okay. That's fine. I wanna give you a massage."

The cat smiles, hugging her body once more.

"Yay! I look forward to that."

"Thanks for picking up. You should sleep now. I'm going home in a bit, okay?"

Her eyelids were heavy, tempted to sleep all night through.

"I love you. Goodnight." Julianne purrs, keeping the phone on her ear as she goes back to sleep.

[up-in-space-reading]

Average Weekly Screentime - Chap 1: Let's Make a Bet

pairing: Jake Peralta x Amy Santiago

word count: 2472

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.

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: So I attempted writing a text fic for another fandom i used to write for buuut abandonded it when i left the fandom. But i wanted to give it another go!! I think it helps me be a bit more creative, and I had some content that I hated going unused. I've tried to make everyones nicknames and stuff in group chats obvious so you don't get too confused who is who but I do have a "key" written out in my notes I can include if you need, just comment and lmk!!

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:05am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Jake has fallen asleep in class, bets on how long until he wakes up?

Queen G: The whole class

Mr Grapes: 30 minutes

RoRo: Professor?

Four Eyes: Wunch

RoRo: She’s gonna wake him up in 12 mins

Four Eyes: Will keep you updated

-

[9:17am, Monday]

Four Eyes: Rosa you terrify me

RoRo: I know RoRo: what do I get for winning?

Four Eyes: I’ll make Jake give you $10

Vic Kovac: not happening

RoRo: you say that now RoRo: but you will give me my money

Vic Kovac: is anyone else feeling threatened

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:37pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: hey santiago Ferris: i have a super important question Ferris: how did fountains work way back in time Ferris: or did they not have fountains and fountains r a recent thing Ferris: has media ruined my perception of fountains

Cameron: You do know that google exists?

Ferris: i wanted to ask u first bc ur smart

Cameron: Jake, I’m working on our essay that’s due in two weeks, google it yourself please

Ferris: ur so boring

-

[11:59pm, Wednesday]

Ferris: it was gravity Ferris: gravity made the fountains Ferris: fountains are like SUPER old

Cameron: Yeah that makes sense Cameron: Now please let me go to sleep

Ferris: goodnight!!!!!!!!!

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[8:43pm, Thursday]

Queen G: okay losers gather around Queen G: we are partying this weekend, no arguments Queen G: its happening and EVERYONE will be participating

Vic Kovac: YES G LETS GO Vic Kovac: whats the plan?

Queen G: one of terrys housemates was thinking of having a party and terry said he can persuade him to have one

Mr Grapes: oohh a party! I’ve been wanting to take my new slacks for a test run

RoRo: @vic kovac how bad are the slacks?

Vic Kovac: so awful

Mr Grapes: you guys hate my style! Its not fair :(

Queen G: because Charles the clothes you wear make you look like a background extra of a movie set in an office but not a new york office more like a used car salesman office in ohio

Mr Grapes: message received loud and clear :(

Four Eyes: Count me in for the party!

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[8:47pm, Thursday]

Ferris: YOU are gonna go to the party?

Cameron: You’re acting like I never go to parties

Ferris: just surprised is all

Cameron: You’re weird

-

Dance Squad

[9:02pm, Thursday]

G-Hive: okay we need to start a bet NOW

Charlese: what are we betting about??

G-Hive: it’s the beginning of the school year, the two of them seem different this year G-Hive: i think this might be the year! G-Hive: rosa, u in?

Scary: of course I am, dumb bets are my specialty

Charlese: I’m in!!!

G-Hive: ok, start date is today, place ur bets now and u can change them until the clock strikes midnight tonight G-Hive: after that they are locked in

-

Bi Besties

[9:06pm, Thursday]

Dagger: what r ur feelings towards amy?

El Baboso: she’s my friend El Baboso: why r u asking??

Dagger: dont worry about it

-

Dance Squad

[9:07pm, Thursday]

Scary: three and a half weeks after we get back from winter break

G-Hive: weirdly specific i like it

Charlese: in three months

G-Hive: awful guess but sure G-Hive: im gonna go with a month before the school year ends

Scary: fair enough

G-Hive: okay im writing all the dates down in my notes G-Hive: remember u have until midnight to change G-Hive: how much is everyone putting in the pool?

Charlese: $50 – feeling confident

Scary: you shouldn’t beScary: I can match that

G-Hive: same G-Hive: its gonna be an interesting school year babes

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:36pm, Friday]

Queen G: party at terry’s tomorrow is ON! Queen G: he said “BYO booze, I’m not made of money” Queen G: hes my fave

Vic Kovac: as ur childhood best friend i resent that statement

Queen G: i said what i said

Vic Kovac: ill find a new bestie

Queen G: you do that pineapples

Four Eyes: HA pineapples

RoRo: pineapples lol

*Jake Peralta has left the group chat*

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[4:38pm, Friday]

Ferris: amy add me back pls

Cameron: I’ll think about it

Ferris: pllllleeeeeaaaaassssseeeeeee

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[4:39pm, Friday]

*Four Eyes added Jake Peralta to the group chat*

*Four Eyes changed Jake Peralta’s nickname to Pineapples*

Pineapples: im gonna find better friends

-

Queens, Legends, Icons

[3:13pm, Saturday]

Ginaa: babe what r u wearing tonite????

Rosie: what i usually wear

Ginaa: so real of u

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[9:27pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: charles and i on our way!!!!!

Four Eyes: Rosa, Gina, and I will be leaving as soon as Gina is satisfied with her hair

-

[10:46pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: LOUNG ROM NOOW Four Eyes: JAKE ON TABLE

-

[11:22pm, Saturday]

Queen G: i can’t find rosie Queen G: has anyone seen rosa

RoRo: in the bathroom RoRo: DONT COME FIND ME

-

[12:34am, Sunday]

Pineapples: me and charle takin amyyy home

Four Eyes: one more daaance

RoRo: freaks

Pineapples: NOT LIKE THAT ROSA

-

[10:04am, Sunday]

Four Eyes: I want to die

Mr Grapes: seconded

Pineapples: thirded

RoRo: gina and i are getting brunch in 20

Pineapples: count me in

Four Eyes: Me too

Mr Grapes: me three

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[3:15pm, Sunday]

Ferris: ik ur embarrassed but drunk amy was kinda fun ngl

Cameron: As bad as I feel today I will admit that I did have fun

Ferris: in a few weeks when u forget how bad u felt we shall do it again!

Cameron: Whatever you say haha

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[1:37pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: this class is KILLING me Queen G: someone entertain me pls

Pineapples: ok so if human skin is like pig skin would u be able to make pork crackling but like with human

RoRo: probably if u prepared it properly

Four Eyes: You most probably could. Part of me would want to say that human skin would react to being in an oven differently, but I think if you just used a part of the body most similar to a pork roast it would be fine. Pat dry, oil and salt, all good to cook. The only issue would be knowing how long to cook it for and what temperature so that it does crackle

Pineapples: jesus christ amy…

Queen G: amy i think i just gained a bit of respect for u

RoRo: me too

-

Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[2:55pm, Thursday]

Ferris: im SO bored rn

Cameron: Focusing on the class is usually a good way to cure boredom

Ferris: i tried Ferris: its not happening

Cameron: You’re distracting me

Ferris: come ooonnn we both know u already know the lesson plan

Cameron: That’s not the point

Ferris: stop replying to me then

Cameron: If I don’t reply you’ll just continue to bug me

Ferris: i believe that is what they call a rock and a hard place Ferris: check mate to me Ferris: always get what i want Ferris: do u think holt will get mad if he sees me texting Ferris: probs will Ferris: worth it tbh Ferris: im hungrryyy

Cameron: I’m going to kill you

Ferris: amy pls, get in line behind rosa

-

Jimmy Jabbers

[7:23pm, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Need movie suggestions, please

Pineapples: mamma mia

Queen G: the mummy Queen G: Brendan Frasier is way too fine to pass up

RoRo: Somethings Gotta Give

Mr Grapes: Dirty Dancing

Four Eyes: Hm okay Four Eyes: No documentaries?

Queen G: NO

Pineapples: n o

RoRo: no

Mr Grapes: Blackfish?

Four Eyes: That’s a bummer Charles…

Mr Grapes: YOU WANTED A DOCUMENTARY!!

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[7:30pm, Saturday]

Cameron: I decided on Mamma Mia, thought you’d like to know

Ferris: i knew u were smart

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Bi Besties

[6:45pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: do u have the notes from yesterdays lecture?

Dagger: yeah, why?

El Baboso: can i borrow them? El Baboso: i lost mine

Dagger: no, u never returned the last notes i let u “borrow”

El Baboso: :(

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[6:47pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: amy Ferris: ameesss Ferris: ur my bestie right

Cameron: What do you want, Jake?

Ferris: can i borrow ur notes from holts class yesterday Ferris: PLEASE

Cameron: Yes you can

Ferris: THANK U SM AMY I’LL GIVE THEM BACK ASAP

Cameron: Don’t worry about it, I made an extra copy of mine after class when I noticed you hadn’t taken any notes

Ferris: this is why we r friends

Cameron: So you can steal my notes?

Ferris: uuhhhh

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Sleuth Sisters

[6:50pm, Tuesday]

Rosa: cant believe u gave jake ur notes

Amy: I keep hoping that if he has all the material then he might try and study more

Rosa: optimistic

Amy: I know..

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Jimmy Jabbers

[9:32pm, Wednesday]

Queen G: a girl in my class just text me that theres a party happening this Friday at her friends place Queen G: which one of u bitches is in

Pineapples: obviously im in!

RoRo: feel like even if i said no i’d be forced to go

Mr Grapes: who’s gonna be there?

Queen G: definitely NOT the professor you have a weird crush on Queen G: just say yes

Mr Grapes: i don’t have a crush on her…

Four Eyes: I can’t do Friday, sorry. Have fun though!

Pineapples: amy pls just forget your study schedule for ONE night

Four Eyes: I’ll think about it, but no promises

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[10:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: i knew u would come

Cameron: Shut up and bring me a drink, if I’m going to miss studying then I at least want to make it worth it

Ferris: 3 drink amy coming right up!

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[10:42pm, Friday]

Cameron: rosa just gave me SHOTS

Ferris: GET IT GIRL

Cameron: you’re weird lol

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[11:14pm, Friday]

Cameron: JAKE COME DANCE WITH US

Ferris: COMING

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Jimmy Jabbers

[01:11am, Saturday]

RoRo: anyone seen amy?

Mr Grapes: ive lost jake too

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[01:20am, Saturday]

Pineapples: amy threw up in the garden Pineapples: taking her back home in an uber

RoRo: k

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[11:24am, Saturday]

Four Eyes: Can’t begin to explain how terrible I feel right now..

Pineapples: im not surprised based on how u were when i took u home

RoRo: drink some coffee and you’ll be fine

Four Eyes: Don’t even talk to me about food or drinks unless its water or plain toast

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:27am, Saturday]

Ferris: sorry u feel crap today

Cameron: I knew what I was signing up for when Rosa handed me the tequila shots

Ferris: if its any consolation i just remembered i have an essay due on monday that i havent done yet

Cameron: If you need help let me know

Ferris: dont make promises u will regret santiago

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DDC

[01:07pm, Saturday]

G: what was with u taking amy home last night???

Jacob: nothing was with it Jacob: shes my friend and i helped her Jacob: id do the same for u or charles or rosa

G: hmm okay G: ill accept that G: for now

Jacob: despite being friends with everyone im friends with ur still at the top of the weird list

G: thank you sm <3

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Jimmy Jabbers

[08:27pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: guys im so booorreeddd Pineapples: someone talk to meeee

Queen G: we could play a game?

Pineapples: like what???

Queen G: ive been saving this screenshot for a rainy day Queen G: what movie is this, wrong answers only Queen G: 1 image attachment – screenshot of movie review which says “These two fuck like they’re gremlins in a rainstorm”

Pineapples: Home Alone surely

Four Eyes: Point Break

Mr Grapes: Dumb and Dumber

Queen G: @four eyes point break isn’t a documentary, you know that right?

Four Eyes: I don’t just watch documentaries, Gina

RoRo: Saw

Pineapples: do i wanna know who in saw ur talking about

RoRo: no you don’t

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[10:07pm, Wednesday]

Pineapples: how long has the concept of whiteness been around

Four Eyes: For the love of God…

Mr Grapes: this feels like a conversation I should stay out of

RoRo: take a guess or google dumbass

Pineapples: b* idk like 12 AD

RoRo: don’t hide it under your little asterisks Peralta, call me a bitch like a man so I can slap you like a woman

Pineapples: if my dead body is found tomorrow use this gc as evidence

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[05:03pm, Friday]

Ferris: dark academia has been done to death

Cameron: Yeah?

Ferris: its time for stripper academia

Cameron: Is this you trying to tell me you want to open up a strip club cross with a library?

Ferris: amy ur a genius!!!

Cameron: Oh god no…

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Bi Besties

[02:42pm, Tuesday]

El Baboso: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Dagger: why??

El Baboso: im curious El Baboso: also ur a deeply unreasonable and angry person so i wanna know ur answer

Dagger: that checks out Dagger: now go away

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DDC

[02:45pm, Tuesday]

Jacob: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

G: vampire obvs

Jacob: good answer

G: i know

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[02:46pm, Tuesday]

Ferris: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire?

Cameron: I’m not sure, I’ve never thought about it

Ferris: well nows the time

Cameron: Maybe a ghost, they couldn’t really do anything to hurt me unlike a vampire

Ferris: what if the vampire is very sexy

Cameron: That does change things

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The Night Boys

[02:50pm, Tuesday]

Deathblade: charles Deathblade: would u rather meet a ghost or a vampire??

Sidewinder: ghost

Deathblade: what if the vampire was sexy?

Sidewinder: if I get bitten by a vampire then I can’t eat food ever again, only blood Sidewinder: no vampire is sexy enough to make me give up food

Deathblade: fair enough buddy

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Jimmy Jabbers

[02:53pm, Tuesday]

Four Eyes: Who else has been asked about ghosts and vampires by Jake today?

RoRo: me

Queen G: me

Mr Grapes: me

Pineapples: you weren’t supposed to talk to each other about it!! Pineapples: you have ruined my important data collection

Four Eyes: What data??

Pineapples: … Pineapples: which of you could be swayed by a vampire

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Jimmy Jabbers

[11:12pm, Saturday]

Pineapples: just thinking about if the hudson flooded

RoRo: what would you do about it?

Pineapples: get a big straw

Queen G: girl what

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Skipping School Is(n’t) Cool

[11:14pm, Saturday]

Cameron: You alright, Jake?

Ferris: yeah Ferris: why?

Cameron: You’ve just seemed a little all over the place this week

Ferris: ah right Ferris: yeah idk just been a bad brain week i guess

Cameron: Fair enough. If you need anything I’m here :)

Ferris: thanks amy

Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | Chap 6 | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10

authors note: Thanks for reading, i love u <3

[noramoon]

ok its 2 30 am i had fun listening to closer like 50 times goodnight everyone

[sparrow-ceiling]

ok goodnight tumbrl sorry if i said anything mean unintentionally i havent stayed up this late in many moons (its 2:30 am)

[originaltyphoonkryptonite]

Chapter 27: So Many Failures

Failure 1

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Dick pov

I placed my take-out container on the coffee table, then take Zell's and do the same. Once that was done, I grab her shoulders and make her look me in the eyes. She blushes when looking me right in the eyes.

"Zella, the truth is-" I get interrupted by "Sexy Back" suddenly playing on Zell's stereo.

We both look and see Cippia standing by it with a happy doggy grin. We both stare at him until he gives a whine, pushes a button with his nose and turns it off after 30 seconds of the song. He then slinks into her bedroom with his tail between his legs.

"That was.....", Zell started to say with a blush still on her face.

"Awkward. That was awkward.", I said with a blush appearing on my own face.

"Yeah."

We didn't look at each other and just went back to dinner. After eating I go back to my apartment and flop face first into my pillow and yell into to it.

"That was pathetic Grayson.", Damian says from my bedroom window in his Robin costume with the curtains closed behind him. Looks like he got patrol done early.

I look up and bat-glared at him.

"Oh, what would have you done then?", I growled.

"Simple. I would have just kissed her.", he says as he shrugs.

"Why didn't I think of that?", I asked sarcastically.

"Because you're not me." he says with a smirk.

"Goodnight Dami.", I responded as I push myself off and get ready for bed.

~Time-skip~

Failure 2

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With it being fall right now, I went to the cafe since I had the day off for Wednesday to get Zell some Hot Coco with whipped cream and marshmallows: her favorite way to have this drink. l open the door with my body since my hands were full with two cups and see her at the counter. We were the only ones here. With a smile I head over but didn't get very far. Cippia found a squirrel and started to chase it.

It came in through the open balcony door in Zell's room and Cippia saw it. With a growl he had lunched himself at it and started to bark at it. He chased it out of the apartment, through the open door, down the steps, into the empty shop, and runs into my legs.

 "Whoa!", I cry out as Cippia and I fall to the ground while the squirrel made it outside unharmed but scared out of its fur.

"You guys OK?", Zell asks as she helps me up.

"I'm fine but some much for the Hot Coco I brought. Sorry it ruined the carpet.", I said looking down at the spilled cups.

"I don't think you'll be sorry for very long."

"Huh?", I asked while looking at her.

"Look."

To my surprise, the mess was mostly gone and then I saw why. Cippia was licking it up and it looked  like there was never any stain.

"How?", I just ask in shock as he finishes the job.

"Simple, he's Cippia.", Zell giggles while Cippia gives a happy bark and wags his tail.

~Time-skip~

Failure 3

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"OK this time for sure.", I think to myself as I carefully follow the instructions to make some easy tortellini meal that I got from a recipe from Gus.

I thought to myself, "If I could cook a good meal when others keep saying I can't cook, it has to impress Zell!"

It looked decent so when Zell knocked on the door, I wiped my hands clean, and went to open it. I let her in and lead her to the dining room table. I pulled the chair out for her then went to get the food. I placed a plate in front of her and then sat down with my meal.

"It looks good.", she says as she raises her fork.

"Thanks.", I said with a smile.

"You're welcome. I was kinda nervous because Damian mentioned you're not exactly the best cook.", she says as spears some tortellini with her fork.

"Well I am full of surprises." I said with a grin.

We start to eat when halfway through the meal, Zell stands up suddenly and rushes to the guest bathroom. She slams the door shut behind her before I could even move from the table. I walk over and can hear her throwing up through the door.

"So much for wooing her that way.", I think sadly as I call Gus on my cellphone. Turns out that bacon I kept making for Cippia when I didn't know it was him saving me, was burnt but Cippia could eat it no problem. Must be that shadow body of his.

~Time-skip~

"OK the fifth time has to be the charm.", I think to myself.

I felt so bad about the fourth time. I was stupid and tried to show off when the three of us were busting a drug ring by the docks and may have gotten Zell thrown into the water by the bad guys. Anyway, I was looking around a flower store when I picked out a bouquet of roses. I payed for them and walked to 'Silent Shadow'. While walking I noticed that a old lady was crossing the street but sadly a car driver didn't see her. I quickly ran and helped her out of the way but I dropped the flowers and they got run over instead.

~Time-skip~

"Grayson all these plans of yours are clearly not working, so I have decided to offer my help.", Damian says right after I open my door to see him standing there with a duffel bag on Friday morning and let him in.

"I can do this on my own Little D.", I replied as he goes to sit on the couch next to Cippia who wanted to hang out with me for the day since Zell was busy with Gus doing inventory and stocking the store.

"Clearly not if the flowers you get her are run over by a car, you spill the drink you buy her, you get her thrown into a river, you poison her with your cooking, and you fail to kiss her because a explicit song suddenly plays on her stereo.", he says while holding a finger for each failure.

I stand with folded arms looking at him before speaking. "OK first of all, I saved an old lady while sacrificing the roses. Second, Cippia ran into me while chasing a squirrel."

Cippia whines at me when I said that and places his head between his paws.

"Thirdly, I didn't mean for the whole river thing to happen. Fourthly, I wasn't trying to poison her. And fifthly, Cippia was only trying to help but the wrong song came on."

Cippia hides his head underneath a couch pillow at that one.

"Either way, you obviously need my help since you can't court this lady unlike your other flings."

"Zell is not going to be a fling!", I said as I sat on the couch next to him with a pout on my lips. "Not if I can help it."

"Then lucky for you I have an idea that will work."

"I have no say in the matter do I?"

"None.", he says with a smirk.

[alternateanonymous]

12:45 am

I did so many illegal things today lol. I rode for legit the wholeee day it was amazing, a little scary and a little sus but it was amazing none the less. Woke up and went to cambridge to get food with Rishi, lollll. another hit list addition, unexpected lol. Then i rode back, was super late. got stuck in traffic had to get gas and big truck was dumb and in the way then i ran from the cops which was crazyyyyyy. then i saw jake, shit was fire. it's always a fun time talking with him. very uplifting lol. we are going on a morning hike on sunday which i am excited for hahha. Then i went back out to boston and rode around then i went to hang out with eddie and freddy. it was chill. fouind out all about freddy's and christina's lore again lol. I am glad he is moving forward hahah, yayyyyy. gota figure my shit out. need to just cry it all out. i still got tears. Feel weird with justin ngl. I am not putting in as much effort and he is not recipirocating as usual lol. It is ok though. I can do it. I reall yjust want to find my soulmate. i hope i have one. idk. its ok. you'll have a good night maggie. Goodnight everyone.

Lane split for like 30 minutes

Road in the break down lane

Ran from the cops

Blasted on the highway for over 2 hours going 100+

ya pretty crazy shit lol. Ok goodnight.

[jesterjamz]

goodnight!!

[ambagelbraindump]

apologies in advance for unsolicited Amer’s OC hour

I haven’t worked on this particular OC in a while but I can’t stop thinking about Fearne for some reason? It’s just such an interesting synthesis of ideas I’ve collected about the nature of gender and the concept of having a physical body

Unfortunately it not having a physical form means that I can’t make picrews and show it off here but I suppose that’s what imagination is for

[groddyboii]

I had a therapy appointment today. I got a new therapist today. The session really began when my mom left the room, she wasted no time with those heavy questions. "Your mom admitted to her phsically abusing you. Did anyone else abuse you? Physically, verbally, sexually?" For some reason she hesistated asking me if I was sexually abused, I remember she took a longer moment to ask if I had ever expierenced it. I told her about my cousin, my mom's ex husband, I went more in depth about my mom, I talked about my brother, and I also told her some events I remember that I consider traumatic. I remember not making any eye contact, I caught her eye only once. I only spaced out once too. We went on, and she told me,"i'm sorry that happened," four times. I smiled three times.

At one point, I actually talked about my intrusive thoughts, which is big to me because i've always been scared to do that in therapy. My main goal is to not be sent away to a psychiatric hospital (second goal is to get better). Which makes me definitely feel restricted on what I can share. This time I took the risk. I felt slightly dissapointed that we didn't talk about it more, but it was just an introduction kind of day.

This seems messy to bring this up again, but I was shocked when my mom told my therapist about her physically abusing me. She obviously didn't use the word 'abuse,' she just said she hit me. I actually whispered to myself,"hit is an understatement." Cos it really is. Anyway, it was shocking because it seemed like she was implying that what she did to me, was traumatizing, which could possibly be a reason why I need therapy.

Speaking of my mother, she kept saying,"I just wish they were normal. Like every other kid." I rolled my eyes so many times. Blah. I hate when she says that. She makes it seem like I took something from her, and I need to feel guilty.

At the end of the session, she gave me her phone number and a number of a crisis text line. I actually remember feeling very happy. I always wanted that kind of closeness? It's like, she cares? This is her job, but even outside of it, she cares. My brother always told me,"you know they don't care right? Their worry is fake. They just want your money." But this shows otherwise. It's nice.

[cloudstrifereal]

i literally cant stop thinking about this specific image of camilo its so so stupid and yet. here i am. at 2:30 am still up thinking about this damn picture. it has plagued my brain. why do i think this is so funny. ok goodnight hopefully i wont dream about this image ( i will ) .

[cornflowercanine]

today was apeshit (good and 8ad)

>managed to wake up at 7:30 am aGAIN despite me 8eing fully capa8le of sl33ping in + that wasn't a full eight hours, i just Couldnt k33p laying there trying to sl33p lol >

>going 8ack and forth from mind-num8ing dread a8out Have To Pay 500 Dollars Rent None Of Us Have 8y Tomorrow Or We'll Get Kicked Out, to having my head spin from laughing with my friends >sis told me last night our mom would pay us 8ut i didn't think that might go through hence going 8ack and forth from im gonna die to It's fine actually i n33d to turn my 8rain off for a minute from all this :8lush: >sis finally wakes up at. 1 pm. tells me, mum8ling, that our mom can't pay us. n33dless to say i f33l 8ad, thankfully all the hoes (my friends) s33m to have disappeared for an hour so i dont kersplode a8out it to anyone >press sis a8t it more, mom could pay us on monday, "....actually i think this goes to the 15th it doesnt have a d8 on it :)" "8ut it's a 3 day notice that we got on the 11th isn't that the 14th" "..." >literally one day short. sis says our mom doesn't have the money now, 8ut our older 8ro does, so she tries to middle man 8etw33n us to get it over >sister's fiance asks her mom to help too >tensely it's ended on okay we've Pro8a8ly got it, sis leaves for work (AT 3 PM HER WORK STARTS AT 10 AM SHE HAD A 2-HOUR SHIFT I'M GONNA FUCKING), kinda just have to w8 til sis's fiance's mom replies/our mom steps up, nothing else to do, thusly: >Creamed Honey Discussion Hour has 8egun. my life is promptly ruined 8y

8ROWNING'S FLAVORED CREAMED HONEY THAT S33MS TO 8E 8RIGHT FUCKING PINK AND RED IN FLAVORS I FUCKING LOVE *AND* I COULD PRO8A8LY 8E TAKEN TO THEIR PHYSICAL GIFT SHOP SOMETIME. HOW CAN I COPE KNOWING I DONT HAVE THIS IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW /lighthearted >spend 30 minutes looking at madoka magica side comic things to try and find a 8onus where homura is explaining madoka to the rest of the quintet and Godoka, Invisi8le, is going ahhh!! homura youre idolizing me way too much!! I STILL COULDNT FIND IT 8TW IM FUCKING -PUNCHES WALL- >8ut i DO unlock pure autistic special interest joy over these comics. you know the homestuck panel format where a char is like *-* looking up at thought 8u88les of the thing they like, its in jades intro and i think m33nah does it too? i did that. >GET INFORMED RENT IS PAID. WITH OUR MOM AND MY SISTER'S FIANCE'S MOM. OPEN ANNOUNCEMENT AS "WHO WANTS TO FUCKING KISS ME WITH TONGUE". THANK GOD THANK FUCKING GOD >ask my friend "hey im not sure if im d8ing this person or not should i ask? zhe called us watching a movie a few days ago a d8 and when i jokingly say 'haha that was so funny wanna d8 a8out it' zhe says yes". ze says "didnt you literally ask hir if zhe's your gf and zhe said yes". "i might actually just 8e fucking stupid" >ask hir >i have a gf now :partying_face: >

>coo and chirp at moirail and wish himer goodnight and hang out until it's time to sl33p, looking at images of homucifer and konan akatsuki >here now, 12:40 am, i shouldve 833n in 8ed 40 minutes ago, 8ut tomorrow is my day off so it's ok wow

[arumin-arureruto]

Honeytea PT 1

Kyoya x fem reader and Hikaru x fem reader, Kyoya angst, Hikaru slowburn.

Warnings: manipulation, Kyoya angst

word count: 2k

songs to listen to while reading:

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Everything I wanted - Billie Eilish

Bitches Broken Heart - Billie Eilish

(I'll probably make a Spotify playlist at some point)

Outfit reader is wearing:

"ouch" the boiling hot water dripped from the tip of the tea kettle and onto your hand

"Mrs Ootori let me help you with that" said one of the kitchen workers as she rushed to your aid, already grabbing a towel.

"Oh no it's ok, this is for Kyoya and I would like to make him tea myself, I haven't been in a kitchen in so long though it seems I'm a bit rusty." you laughed while running your hand under cold water.

The water helped soothe the burning but you would definitely feel an unpleasant sting later.

This time you payed more attention as you poured the water into the mug.

Looking through the assortments of tea you tried looking for Kyoya's favorite, mint and passionfruit.

You put the tea bag in the water and put back all the other tea boxes, you and Kyoya used to love buying exotic teas from all around the world and trying them. The thought of doing something as simple as drinking tea with your husband made you smile.

You picked up the mug and started walking out of the kitchen, smiling at the staff that were busy at work already prepping for tomorrow's meals.

The manor's halls were dimly lit and empty, Kyoya insisted on buying a big lavish house even though it was just you two most of the time.

Walking slowly as to not spill any of the tea all you could hear was your breathing and your bare feet hitting the cold marble floor.

When you got to Kyoya's office you knocked, and waited for permission to come in.

No answer.

You knocked again and waited.

Still no answer.

You grabbed the doorknob thinking you'd just let yourself in when you remembered what happened last time you walked into his office without permission.

A chill went down your spine and you felt a lump in your throat.

"It's okay, he said it wouldn't happen again" you thought to yourself.

Still you decided to try knocking one more time, after you knocked the third time you heard Kyoya's voice coming from behind the door.

"You may come in"

You slowly opened the door and walked inside, still holding the mug in your hand.

"How can I help you?" he asked not looking up from his laptop.

"I brought you some tea" you hesitantly put it down on his desk, your hands already missing the warmth the mug provided.

"I appreciate it, you may leave" he still wasn't looking at you.

"Actually I was wondering if you wanted to come to bed with me?" you spoke the words quickly and nervously.

"No thank you, I am quite busy at the moment and would like some peace and quiet to continue my work if you don't mind."

"You've been leaving earlier for work and staying up later to finish it, I've just been feeling lonely and wanted to spend some time together that's all"

oh no.

Word vomit.

You did not mean to say that thought out loud.

Kyoya let out a loud and annoyed sigh, he stood up from his desk and started walking towards you.

You felt your heart beating in your ears and a lump starting to form in your throat as his tall lanky figure approached you.

Already preparing yourself for the worst you closed your eyes and looked down.

"Like I said, I am busy at the moment with important work and do not have time to deal with you and your loneliness, will I have to repeat myself a second time?"

His mouth was right next to your ear, you could feel his warm breath on your neck.

"No, I understand" you said, voice barely above a whisper.

"Then you may leave"

you gave a quick nod and turned to leave, already feeling the tears in your eyes threatening to spill while he returned to his desk.

"Y/n, before you leave I ask that you learn your place in this house, you are in no position to waltz into my office and demand that I drop everything to spend time with you, do you hear me?"

You stopped in your tracks. His voice was cold and emotionless, the chill you felt earlier returning.

Your voice shook a little.

"Yes"

"Good, then we understand each other my dear."

You hurried and left Kyoya's office quickly, tears streaming down your face.

You had only been married for a year and 4 months, why was your marriage already dying? Before you got engaged you and Kyoya had already been dating for almost 3 years so you knew he did like you, what happened?

You continued walking to your room, the house's unwelcoming atmosphere making you want to ball up and cry even more.

When you got to the room you and Kyoya shared you frantically looked for your phone, turning over pillows and accidentally messing up the tidy bed one of the maids had made.

"Son of a bitch where is it" you thought while continuing to search the bed. Your vision was blurry because of the tears so that didn't help.

After 5 minutes of turning the room upside down for it you found your phone, sitting neatly on your vanity.

You quickly picked it up and hurriedly scrolled down your contact list.

Majority of the numbers were women from families Kyoya thought it would be beneficial for you to associate with, your actual friends and family took up less than 30% of the numbers in your phone.

After scrolling for a little longer you found the number you had been looking for.

You quickly called the number and waited while it rang.

"Hey this is Hikaru leave a message, or don't, I really don't care."

fuck

It was pretty late so he was probably asleep, but you decided to try again.

You paced around the room and waited while the phone rang a second time.

After what it felt like ages you finally heard a voice.

"y/n?"

Your spirits started to lift and a little smile crept up to your face.

"Hikaru? I'm sorry did I wake you up"

Hikaru let out a sleepy laugh.

"Yeah you big head it's almost midnight, its fine though, what's up? You sound weird"

"I'm-"

You froze, should you tell him?Should you tell him that your marriage was falling apart? That you felt out of place in your own home? that you felt lonelier then ever?

"I've actually been having a pretty shitty night" you laughed, mostly out of nervousness than joy.

Suddenly you couldn't hold it in anymore, tears started running down your face again and you let out a loud, guttural sob.

"Sorry I didn't want you to hear that" you laughed again as you wiped your nose with the sleeves of your robe.

"Y/n what's going on?" Hikaru's voice grew alarmed

"I don't think I can do this over the phone, I have to talk to you, in person."

"Ok I'll come over right now if you want."

It sounded like he was stumbling out of bed and putting on his slippers.

"Oh no no its fine, it can wait till tomorrow" you said quickly, even if Kyoya wasn't home you needed some time alone to think so Hikaru coming over right now was out of the question.

"Are you sure?" he asked, still sounding worried.

"Yes I'm sure, I'll talk to you tomorrow"

"Ok but are you 100% sure?"

You felt a smile creep onto your face

"Go back to sleep Hitachiin"

"Whatever you say Ootori"

You laughed again, this time a genuine laugh.

"Goodnight Hikaru"

"Goodnight y/n"

You hung up, feeling happier than you were before.

You threw your phone on the bed and went into the bathroom that connected to your bedroom to wash your face.

After splashing some cold water on your face you looked into the mirror and almost didn't recognize the woman before you.

What happened?

You had everything anyone could want. Looks, money, power, a rich handsome husband, a high status in society.

Your eyes didn't have the same glint they did back in high school, you felt as if you had aged 2 decades in just 8 years.

You and Kyoya had started dating in your senior year of high school, he was attending his first year at Ouran University and he proposed to you right after he graduated while you were starting your 4th year at the university.

You were happy, everything was going great, it all started going downhill after you got married.

Kyoya became cold, it's as if after he had you wrapped around his finger he didn't bother trying to please you. Sometimes you wondered if the only reason he targeted you was because of how it would make him look, but you couldn't think of a way in which marrying a commoner that was attending Ouran on a scholarship would benefit him in any way.

You tried forgetting those awful thoughts, no, Kyoya loved you, you guys were just going through some hard times as do any couples.

As you leaned on the sink staring at your own reflection you heard Kyoya coming into the room.

You took one last look in the mirror to make sure any traces of your crying were gone.

you turned around and there was Kyoya, silently staring at you while leaning on the door frame.

You didn't know what to do so you just leaned with your back on the sink while he slowly approached you.

He ran his hands down the side of your body down to your thighs and put this face in the crook of your neck.

He inhaled and exhaled, hands feeling the back of your thighs.

"God you smell amazing"

Just his deep voice close to your ear was enough to make your legs go weak.

No.

Sex wasn't getting him out of this.

Until he used words to apologize you weren't going to give him anything.

"I thought you were busy" You said harshly.

"I took care of things that couldn't be delayed, everything else can wait until tomorrow." You could feel his breathing speeding up.

no, nope. Until he apologized he would get nothing.

"Hmm" you said, still not giving him a reaction.

He seemed to pick up on your strategy because he lifted you up and put you on the bathroom counter.

The cold marble against your bare thigh scared you but before you could process the feeling Kyoya put his mouth on your neck and sucked the skin.

Since you were caught by surprise you couldn't suppress the moan that came out of your mouth.

"Now now Mrs Ootori, what troubles you? Giving me the cold shoulder isn't very nice." he was whispering in your ear while undoing your silk robe.

Your own breathing was starting to speed up and you could feel heat pooling at the bottom of your underwear.

"How about you try apologizing?" You didn't try to stop him from undoing your robe.

"And why would I do that?" he asked while feeling the exposed skin on your collarbone with his nose.

"For the way you treated me when I went into your office" You said, anger starting to return.

"To be fair you interrupted me while I was doing very important work and it made me upset, so who here should really be apologizing?"

He was right, you knew how much he valued his work time and you still interrupted him.

Ashamed, you put your head down.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled.

"What was that? I couldn't hear you"

"I'm sorry" this time you said it louder.

Kyoya lifted his head up to look you in the eyes.

"Good girl. Now, there are other ways you could apologize to me."

He picked you up by your thighs from the bathroom counter and carried you to the bed.

By then your robe was already discarded on the bathroom floor and you laid on the bed, just in a thin and short sleeping gown.

Kyoya took off his shirt and pants and straddled himself on top of you, arms on either sides of your head.

Although you laid there with your husband on top of you, all you could think about was seeing your best friend the next day.

A/N: Hey babes so this is just the first chapter, I'm definitely making this a slowburn so expect a lot of chapters. As a Kyoya girl this was painful to write </3, anyways love y'all!!!

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Empathy Ch. 2

Pairing: Bucky x Empath!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: nightmares, a little blood.

Summary: Y/N is an empath tasked with helping the Avengers but healing only comes if you want it.

A/N: Why yes I’m posting chapter 2 just 2 days after chapter 1. I have no self control. Tags definitely aren’t working so reblogs would be deeply appreciated.  If you’d like to be tagged just send an ask and I’d be happy to knock up a list.

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The door shut behind you and you heard Steves soft steps retreat. You looked around your new room and were grateful to see little homey touches. The bed was made with a clean, fluffy, white duvet. A few books had been placed on the bookshelf and there was a couch and tv. A sweet bouquet of flowers sat on the nightstand. Signs of welcome that did not extend to the team’s attitude. You sighed with a shrug of your shoulders. That was a problem for tomorrow.

You quickly emptied your overnight bag into the chest of drawers and your toiletries in the bathroom. You tossed your book onto the nightstand and flopped down in front of the tv. It had been an exhausting day and you were ready to switch your brain off for a little while. You flipped through channels pausing here and there but you found yourself unable to settle on anything. Instead your mind kept wandering back over the conversation after dinner. You had expected resistance, you were just a little sad about how much resistance you encountered. And while Bucky’s attitude was not unexpected it was disheartening. He was clearly in a lot of pain and wanted nothing to do with you. Your stomach did a little flutter when you thought of his blue eyes on yours and you rolled your eyes at yourself. It was just like you to crush on a man who actively hated the sight of you.

You gave up the tv and your pointless stream of thought and got up to change into your pjs and cozy up under the blankets with your book. You were soon lost in its pages, the thrilling tale pulling you in and washing away the day. Hours passed and eventually you realized the words were blurring together and you were having to reread sentences to make sense of them. You glanced at the clock on your nightstand and were shocked to find it read 2:30. You marked your place and put the book down. You turned the light off and rolled over and you were asleep in seconds.

What felt like moments later you were ripped from your sleep by an excruciating pain cutting its way through your stomach. Your eyes flew open and landed on the clock which only read 3:30. You barely registered the time before another wave of pain took over you and you squeezed your eyes shut to block it out. Your head was full of voices screaming and that’s when you realized this was no ordinary stomach ache.

“No stop! Please,” one voice begged.

“Please, please don’t kill me!” another voice begged.

You were inside Bucky’s nightmare and it was the last place you should be if you were ever going to earn this man’s trust. You rushed to block out the voices with your mind, closing them behind a door you knew you should never open. The voices stopped but your pain redoubled and you retched. You tried to get out of bed but you got tangled in your sheets and fell to the floor with a sob. As you lay there clutching your stomach and sobbing you heard doors fly open down the hallway. Your door was wrenched open flooding your room with light and blinding you. You felt someone kneel next to you.

“Don’t touch me!” you cried out in warning and there was a shuffle of feet as someone backed away from you.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” came Steve’s Captain voice. You opened your eyes and there was Steve standing in the doorway feet apart and fists clenched ready to leap into action. Bucky knelt close to you. His hair was matted with sweat and he was still breathing heavily. You met his gaze and he understood.

“I was having a nightmare,” he murmured. You nodded as tears continued to stream down your cheeks.

“I caused this?” Bucky asked. His features were lined with guilt.

“Bucky this is your own pain your looking at.” You wiped the tears from your face and sat up. The pain was subsiding now that Bucky was awake.

“Have you experienced something like this before, Y/N?” Steve asked.

“Not to this extent. When I’m reaching out to someone who’s in pain I can have physical symptoms. But I’ve never experienced it like this before,” you answered. You desperately wanted to beg Bucky to let you help him but you were afraid you’d scare him off. You were surprised he was even sitting here talking with you and making eye contact. The three of you sat in silence for a few moments before Bucky spoke up.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered.

“It’s not your fault,” you reassured reaching out to place a hand on his but he flinched and pulled back standing up quickly. “I’m sorry Bucky, I wasn’t going to do anything.”

“I don’t want you touching me,” he said, reverting to his gruff manners. With that he stalked out of the room. Steve moved aside to give him space and you both flinched when the door slammed.

“I wasn’t going to do anything I swear. I would never do anything to any of you without your permission,” you pleaded with Steve.  

“I believe you,” Steve said, “but Bucky’s not the trusting type.”

“I understand. He’s been through a lot. More than most,” you said.  

“More than you know,” Steve said. “Can I help you up?” he offered.

“Yes, you can touch me now. I’m calm.” You extended your hand to Steve and he pulled you to your feet. Your head swam and the room tilted so you quickly reached out to grab Steve’s shoulders. He held your arms and waited for you to steady.

“Sorry. I’m just a little rocky,” you explained.

"That’s alright. Let’s get you to bed,” he said. He wrapped an arm around your waist and moved you to the bed, throwing the covers back for you. You climbed in feeling achey all over and curled up in a ball letting Steve pull the covers back over you.

“Try to get some rest,” he said and you nodded feebly, your eyes already pulling closed of their own accord. Steve chuckled. “Goodnight Y/N,” he said, walking to the door and pulling it closed behind him.

…

It was late morning when you opened your eyes again and you still felt exhausted and tender all over. The night’s events had taken its toll on you. You dressed slowly in a pair of leggings and a sweatshirt from your alma mater. You grabbed your book and padded down the hallway towards the kitchen. It was Saturday so at least you didn’t have work to worry about. You planned on spending a thoroughly relaxing day on the couch with your book.

The kitchen was abandoned when you arrived though the evidence of a hurried breakfast remained. You fixed yourself a fresh cup of coffee in the french press and found some cereal in the cabinets. You ate standing against the counter waiting for your coffee to brew. You finished your cereal, placing the bowl in the sink for later and doctoring your coffee with cream and sugar.

As you snuggled into the couch with the coziest blanket you could find and took a sip of your coffee you realized just how quiet it was.

“Where is everybody?” you wondered out loud.

“The team was called away on mission early this morning,” came a calm, ambient voice. It was a testament to your agility that you didn’t spill coffee all over yourself in surprise.

“Who was that!?” you asked in shock, sitting upright.

“I am JARVIS. I run the house and can answer any questions you may have,” the voice said.

“Oh, ok.” You’d heard of JARVIS but had completely forgotten about him until this moment. “Um, when will the team be back,” you asked hesitantly. You weren’t sure what information might be off limits.

“That I can’t say with certainty, though it was not expected to be a long mission.” JARVIS answered.

“Ok, well, keep me posted if you can,” you replied.

“Of course, Y/L/N.”

You took a steadying sip of your coffee and tucked into your book. In the back of your mind you were nervous to see Bucky again after last night but you pushed those thoughts away. You read for a couple of hours until your neck started to ache. Getting up and stretching you decided to clean up the kitchen and take a shower. As you were stepping out of the bathroom, wrapping your hair in a towel, JARVIS’ voice came to life again. You were more prepared for it this time so it only mildly startled you.

“The team is 5 minutes out from the compound. You are requested in the medical bay,” he said.

“Is everything alright,” you asked, panic rising in your belly.

“Captain Rogers received some injuries that will be attended to but there were civilian casualties. Your services may be required.” Your heart sank into your stomach. You could only imagine how this would affect the team but you were about to find out first hand. You dressed in a rush and threw your hair up and out of the way before you set out for the medical wing.

You arrived just as the team was being helped through the doors. Everyone had a sullen expression on their faces. Sam was limping and Natasha looked pretty beat up but Steve was clearly worse off. He had an arm slung over Bucky’s shoulder and was bleeding freely from the side. Bucky got him over to a table where Steve sat down with a groan. Bucky caught your eyes.

“What are you doing here,” he asked. You felt like you were intruding on something private.

“My presence was requested,” you said defensively.

“By who, Fury?” Natasha asked.

“JARVIS, actually,” you said. Steve chuckled.

“Damn meddling A.I.”  Steve said.

A technician rushed into the room ignoring the rest of the team and focusing on Steve. They reached for a pair of scissors but Steve quickly held out his hand

“Can we not with the cutting? This is my favorite suit.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“He’ll be fine,” he said to the rest of the team and they moved through the room to the other beds to get checked over. Apparently this was a post mission routine. A technician came up to Bucky who tried to blow them off but they were insistent, attaching a blood pressure cuff to his arm and sticking a thermometer in his mouth before he could object. You took his distraction as an opportunity to get closer to Steve.

“You gonna be ok,” you asked worriedly

“I’ve been worse. Don’t worry, Y/N.” The technician had pulled his suit off to reveal a bullet wound. You looked away from the wound and back at Steve’s face to find him watching you intently.

“Why are you here, Y/N,” he asked quietly.

“I keep telling you, I’m here to help. JARVIS said… well he said things didn’t go well.” Steve’s face turned to stone and he looked away from you. “I can already feel your pain Steve, there’s no point trying to hide it from me.” He looked back up at you and the breath went out of your lungs. There was so much hurt in his eyes.

“I tried,” he whispered.  

“I know you did. Everyone knows you did.” You realized the attention of the team was on you once again so you chose your next words carefully. “Can I offer you some peace?” Steve held your gaze for a few moments before nodding. You reached down and locked your fingers with his calloused ones and closed your eyes. Slowly you reached out, letting him feel your presence in his mind. The pain of the day was fresh and right on top so you scooped it up and took it away. Your grip on his hand tightened briefly and a tear rolled down your cheek. You opened your eyes to find Steve watching you intently with a blissful look on his face.

“Sorry,” you said wiping the stray tear away with the palm of your hand, “emotional transference happens sometimes.”

“What do you mean,” Steve asked.

“I mean, it hurts a little,” you answered with a shrug.

“It hurts when you help us,” Bucky asked, his usual steely expression softened for just a moment.

“It always hurts,” you reply simply.

“Then why do you do it?”

“Because you’re in pain and I can take it away. Better?” you ask turning your attention back to Steve.

“Much. Thank you. I think I might actually sleep tonight,” he said with a small smile.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. Rest up.,” you say patting him on the shoulder. The technician is finishing their last stitches as you turn to leave. You catch Bucky looking at you and his expression is unreadable. You smile at him softly and leave the team to the hands of the med bay techs.

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