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#thats right baby!!! im making more of these because theyre funny to me#my art#ace attorney#dual destinies#aa5#turnabout academy#juniper woods#myriam scuttlebutt#its so funny and sad that canonically myriam got a bunch of boxes for the gang but none of them will wear them#like the boxes are her version of the friendship bands#anyways i just got a new phone and its my first iPhone and i hate apple so this is me hating lightning chargers
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Here are some dating hcs for Velvet and Veneer yall can eat up while I work on requests
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Veneer:
Absolutely PRAISES you
You ate today? Praise. You picked out an outfit? Praise. Posted on social media? PRAISEEEE.
Spoils the FUCK out of you
You own items from every designer brand you can think of. New iPhone model? Consider it bought.
100% blows up your phone with tiktok videos of weird millennials, cat videos, and edits of him
"Veneer, its been 30 minutes and you already sent me 68 videos?"
Definitely looks at your face to see if you're watching the videos he sent you
"Did you see the one of the cat?" "Baby theres like 46 videos of cats in here"
MATCHING OUTFITS!!!!!
He wants everyone to know your his so you guys match everytime y'all go out together
Writes songs with you (______ by Veneer (ft. Y/N) or vice versa)
You guys have about 5 songs with both of yall in it
Clingy as shit
Anytime he gets he will cling to you, hugging you from behind while you do your makeup, holding your hand while you get dressed, arm around your shoulders while y'all walk around in public, etc.
Listens to all of your songs and is the first to hear your new ones
"This is amazing (Y/N)!" immediately added to his playlist
Posts you all over his socials, this boy is so proud of himself for having the privilege of being your boyfriend
"Look (Y/N), this picture of us got 4 million likes!"
Uses pet names like my love, my angel, baby, sweetheart, darling
"I love you so much my angel"
Cant stand up for himself for shit but will fight a bitch for you
"Veneer..its okay, all they said was they dont like me" you say as he finishes flaming the person
Like I said before, he plays the piano for you while you sing
He cherishes moments like this, being able to listen to your voice while he plays the music for you
Velvet (fem reader):
Spoils you HARD
You glance at it for a second? You have 3 of the same item now
Acts like she gets annoyed when you cling to her but she secretly loves it
She scoffs as you hug her but immediately pulls you back in once you let go
Unlike Veneer, she likes to keep y'alls relationship on the low (the people find out anyways)
"Velvet why dont you ever post pictures of us?" "Theres some weird people out there (Y/N)"
Once the people find out she posts you nonstop
"Which picture should I post? This one...orrrr..this one? Fuck it, I'm posting both"
Like Veneer, she loves to match so you guys match all the time
The people eat it up, loving every outfit you guys put together
Makes sure you are safe when at her shows
"Velvet, is this necessary?" you say as 4 bodyguards surround you
Writes songs about you and plays them for you before performing them
"Do you like it?" "Velvet I-" "Of course you do"
Not big on PDA but will cling to you when you guys are alone or just around Veneer
She will hold your hand in public though to make sure you are safe and dont leave her side
Gets jealous really easily
She HATES it when you give Veneer any over your attention, even if its just you passing him a makeup brush. She also gets really jealous when you are featured in other peoples songs and when you perform with other people.
She hated you at first, absolutely despised you
"I actually hated you when I first met you so I wouldn't test your limits if I were you"
Does your makeup for you and you do hers (matching, duh)
"Dont we look so cute?" she says as she holds you face against hers while looking in the mirror
When you guys performed together she kissed you at the end of the show
The crowd went absolutely wild, so did the paparazzi <3
Bonus hcs that I thought of and thought they were funny and wanted to add
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Veneer:
Sits outside the bathroom door while you use the bathroom
Like deadass sits on the floor outside of the bathroom door (occasionally shoving his fingers under the door)
Ticklish as fuck
Shows you the dances him and velvet made up as kids
Favorite show is Family Guy
Never learned how to swim
Poor baby still has to use a ring floatie
You guys die of laughter while going through each others tiktok drafts
He has a few videos of him using the bold glamour filter in there
Has the windex bottle laugh (contagious as fuck, has you rolling on his bed and kicking your feet while laughing)
Really good at character impressions and faking accents
Lowkey athletic, he's really good at baseball
Velvet (fem reader):
You guys play fight A LOT
She initiates its every single time
She can pinch with her toes
Pinches your legs with her toes every chance she gets (leading to play fighting and wrestling)
SUPER goofy when yall are alone
This girl has you cracking up
Likes to do funny challenges with you
Doing each others makeup blind folded, trying to guess what the other person is saying while having music blasted in their ears, etc.
Looks you right in the eyes with a very serious face before charging at you and pinching you (with her fingers)
Has that demonic wheeze laugh (the one that sound like goose and it's contagious as fuck)
Her laughs have both of yall rolling, like face turning red, eyes watering, cant breathe, and smacking the closest thing to yall
Smacks you repeatedly when you lay on her hair, not stopping until you get up
You guys cant take anything seriously when yall are alone and its past 10:30 at night
Seriously, just looking at each other has y'all pissing y'alls pants from laughter
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#trolls 3#trolls veneer#velvet and veneer#velvet trolls#veneer x reader#fanfics#imagines#velvet x reader#fanfic#headcanons
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Genius
Summary:
After Lily breaks her iPhone, she finds herself at the Genius Bar on Valentines Day, and an old flame is there to help her in all things technology and romance.
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Marlene McKitten:Â babes you're missing out on blackberry margs!!
Lily Evans:Â Iâm sorry! It was the only time I could schedule a time for my phone to get fixed!
Marlene McKitten:Â you just hate me, its okay, you can say it
Lily Evans:Â youâre a drama queen, Marlene McKinnonÂ
Marlene McKitten: you love me anywaysâŠfind me a hot date at the apple store so I can get discounts!!
Lily Evans:Â if I find a hot guy heâs mine for the night
Marlene McKitten:Â further proof that you hate meÂ
Lily Evans: Iâm here. ⊠Pray this doesnât take five hours and I can come meet you for drinks.Â
Marlene McKitten: how hard will it be to replace a screen? ⊠I bet I could do it myself with youtube and a little superglue
Lily did not reply back to her friend, she didnât have the heart to tell Marlene that superglue and youtube werenât the answer for everything. Even if superglue had proven effective at keeping Lilyâs favorite mug together after it broke in the dishwasher.Â
Lily just couldnât believe she was spending her free time at the Apple Store because she'd somehow cracked her phone screen. In all her years of owning a phone, of course it would be the most expensive phone sheâd ever had that broke. Even her flimsy flip phone had been more sturdy than her iphone.Â
âHi, are you here for an appointment?â A scrawny kid about her age asked, holding the iPad too close to his face as he approached her near the front doors.
Lily nodded quickly. âYeah, Lily Evans, for a screen repair.â
âGotcha.â The kid's nametag read âPeter,â and he barely looked up at her as he typed away on his screen. âI checked you in; just go wait at the Genius Bar.â
âThanks.â
Lily maneuvered around the cramped store, sighing all the while as she made her way to the Genius Bar. It was rather depressing to be alone on Valentine's Day, but it was almost extra disappointing that sheâd had to skip lunch with her girlfriends to come here. Lily couldnât believe she was missing out on the tacos at Casa Grande, a tradition that went all the way back to Uni. She nervously picked at the crack on her screen, most annoyed that sheâd somehow forgotten to add the screen protector when she got her new case two months ago. Another sigh escaped her lips before she finally took a look at her surroundings.
There were three boys at the counter, each of them so different from the other. The first, on Lilyâs left, was a bloke with a leather jacket, emitting a touch of emo metal head from his persona. The one on the right definitely looked like he belonged at the Genius Bar in the Apple Store, thanks to his perfectly pressed sweater vest and nicely combed hair. The man leaning against the table opposite Lily, typing into his iPad, was a sporty-looking bloke wearing slacks with a rumpled button-down shirt.
She thought to herself, Actually, no, that sporty bloke looks really familiar⊠Oh.Â
It hit her like a freight train.Â
She couldnât remember his name for the life of her, but heâd somehow gotten hotter in the year since they graduated from college. Itâd been almost that much time since theyâd danced at a party, stumbled up the stairs to his bedroom, and heâd fucked her on his bed. Not even a quick go. No, she had woken up in his bed to find his arms around her, her clothes all over the room, and her phone dead from going all night without a charger.Â
Heâd been such a gentleman when he woke up. He had practically stumbled over his words when he realized she was there, in his bed, naked with him. They had both been drunk, so even he admitted it had probably been a bad idea. Theyâd parted ways an hour later, Lily promising that sheâd be okay to walk back to her dorm, and he had let her go so she assumed he really hadnât wanted anything more than a once go in the sheets.Â
More than once, she'd thought about this bloke, wondering what happened to him.Â
His black hair was in a mess of waves around his head, and he didn't look up from his iPad as she stared in shock. She didnât know what sheâd say to him if they did make eye contact. The last thing sheâd said to him was âthanks for the sexâ which somehow grew more and more embarrassing the longer she sat here and recalled it. She kept picturing his naked body in that bed in the morning. What would she say if he looked up right now and she was there remembering the contours of his body?Â
Hi, I almost didnât recognize you with your clothes on. Â
Sheâd save that gem for later.Â
Probably never.Â
Lily felt disappointed as he walked away without looking up, disappearing through a door that likely led to the back. Her heart slowed in her chest, just slightly, but she felt like her throat was drier than the desert. She cleared it twice, earning a look from the guy in the sweater-vest, but he just went back to his task at hand.
Since the other two men at the Genius Bar were preoccupied, she took that to mean she was going to have to wait for help. She checked her Tumblr, finding nothing of consequence, just some idiots in her ask box telling her to eat dirt and choke on it. A usual occurrence on her blog thanks to internet trolls with nothing better to do than hate strong women like Taylor Swift and Captain Marvel. Lily was fully convinced people just liked to find something to complain about. She tried really hard not to complain or take anything a bunch of internet ghosts said to heart. She scrolled through her favorite Taylor Swift blog and saw there had been a new song mashup released. She wished she had brought her headphones so she could at least listen to the music while she waited.
London Boy crossed with This Is Why We Canât Have Nice Things would be absolutely disastrous and she was here for it. She reblogged it for later, then exited out of the app, settling for people watching instead.Â
Around her, couples were looking over new computers, AirPods, and various other electronics. All the girls wore really pretty dresses, and all the partners kept one firm arm around each other's waists. Lilyâs dress was pretty too, and she played with the edges of the corset cut as she stared at the door through which the fit bloke had disappeared.
Had he spotted her and run? Did he remember her? Did he forget her? She wasnât sure what would hurt her more, if he walked away because he saw her and remembered her, or if he walked away because he forgot about her.
Lily wasnât a bragger, but she knew for a fact he had fun with her a year ago. She remembered enough of that night to know that heâd been really, really enjoying it. Not many men would get between her legs for her, and very few actually made her scream. No, heâd been one of two, and heâd been the best of all.Â
Lily crossed her legs, trying to ignore the heat gathering on her face (and in other places) as she recounted that night. Sadly, her body wasnât listening to her imploring thoughts. She felt like a damn animal in heat, the way her entire body was strung up, waiting for his reappearance.Â
Beside her, the emo guy helping the old Lady change her voicemail sent her a sidelong glance randomly, and Lily felt a blush raise on her cheeks when his eyes grazed up and down her body as if he were checking her out. She didnât drop his gaze, and instead offered him a smile. His gray eyes snapped back to the old lady and spoke to her in a smooth tone that didnât seem the least bit flustered.Â
She looked down at her candy-colored nails, the pink already chipping from scrubbing her hands too much at work. The phone on the table in front of her buzzed with a text from her girls' chat. Marlene sent a photo of a plate of tacos in the shape of a heart. Lily smiled and opened her phone, hearting the photo. As she did so, the grandmother finished her session and walked away, leaving the emo kid free. Lily looked up from her phone quickly, expecting him to turn to her, but instead, he had his back turned to her as he talked into his headset.
âNo, I wonât stall for youâProngs! Donât argue with me.â He sounded stressed, as if whoever was on the other end was ruining his life. âThen get out here, you idiot.â
Whoever was on the other end was clearly addressing the whole store through that headset, as Lily witnessed the sweater vest-wearing, scrawny boy, and the long-haired brunette nearby all turning to send looks in Emoâs direction with raised brows. Lily couldnât help but feel as if they were all looking at her too, despite her not being privy to the conversation happening.
âHi,â someone touched Lilyâs shoulder from behind, making her turn in surprise.
A baby-faced woman with bubblegum-pink hair smiled kindly. âHave you been checked in?â
âOh,â Lily blinked owlishly, feeling stupid for thinking everyone was looking at her. âUhm, yes, Lily Evans? Screen repair?â
âOur screen repair guy is stuck on the phone with a customer in the back,â she said cheerily, âbut he should be out soon.â
âOh, thereâs a guy?â Lily said in surprise. âI thought screen replacements were kinda a universal genius bar thing.â
âOh, we can all do it,â The girlâs name tag told Lily her name was Tonks, âbut someone called dibs already.â
âDibs?â Lily didnât miss that Emo kid was cackling as he typed something into his iPad.
âDid I say dibs?â Tonks put a finger on her lips. âI meant he was assigned to you by the boss.â
âWhoâs the boss?â
âHe is.â
Suddenly, the door behind them slammed open, and a body stumbled out quite dramatically. Lily perked up at the sight of the familiar form. Sporty boy was back! His black hair was even more wild around his head, as if heâd been running his fingers through it non-stop since heâd disappeared. His glasses were skewed too, but it only made him so much more attractive, to see how flustered he was.
Tonks peered around Lilyâs shoulder, her pink hair falling into her eyes. âSmooth entrance, Potter.â
âThanks for holding down the fort, Nymphadora,â Potter said. âI can take her from here.â
Lilyâs eyes traced his tall form, realizing it had been a long time since sheâd been able to admire it. When her gaze returned to his face, her eyes met brown orbs that looked delighted to know sheâd been openly checking him out. Lilyâs mouth opened, but no sound came out. She brushed nervously at her red curls, biting her lip as James waltzed over to her at the bar, leaning against it so he was only a foot or so away from her.
âHi,â his voice was smooth, like an ASMR streamer. âIâm James Potter.â
âHi,â she almost choked on her own spit. âHi.âÂ
Jamesâ fingers trailed along the edge of the bar, casual yet deliberate, as he said, âI heard you rang for a genius?â
Lilyâs mouth quivered when she heard Tonks sigh loudly. The emo guy slammed his palm against his head, as if James had embarrassed them all. Sweater vest physically gagged. James just kept smiling at her though, as if he could tell she was attracted to him regardless of his cheesy pickup lines. And it was true, she was.Â
âI heard you are the only one in this store who can help me,â Lily flirted, watching his eyes light up at the challenge. âI had no idea you were so important.â
âMe either, to be honest.â He placed his chin on his hand, supported by his elbow against the bar. âWhat was your name again?â
Lily tucked her hair behind her ear. âLily Evans? We met about a year ago at a party.â
His eyes seemed to sparkle as he replied smoothly, âOh, I remember how we met, it was just your name that escaped me last year.â
The blush was uncontrollable now as she reached out a hand for him to shake. âItâs nice to see you again.â
âYou have no idea how nice it is to see you again.â Jamesâ grin grew wider. âAnd on Valentine's Day, no less.â
"I know how to make an entrance." She managed weakly.Â
James' eyes were molten gold mixed with green flecks, "you sure do, especially in that dress."Â
âGet a room,â the guy in the sweater vest muttered.
âHow about yours, Remus?â James shot back, a bite in his tone.
Remus pretended to be interested in his customer's macbook in response. When Lily looked back at James, she felt a punch to the gut as she saw nothing but pure lust in his eyes. She could practically pinpoint where his mind had dropped, thanks to his eyes staring at her breasts, which were practically popping out of the corset cut top of her dress.Â
âLike what you see?â She asked boldly.Â
"Yes." He cleared his throat, and her eyes dropped to his mouth when he licked his lip and then curled the edges up to smile confidently.
Hazel eyes.
His eyes were hazel, and sheâd forgotten that, so now all her memories were being replayed with coy hazel eyes that undressed her without even trying. He wasn't even trying to hide it, especially not right now.Â
âWell, what can I help you with today?â James asked, breaking her concentration on his eyes.Â
Dinner. She thought desperately. A quick go in the back of the storage room. Instead she offered, âI think I cracked my phone screen.â
James looked down at the phone in question. Lily picked it up, popping off the blue protective case in one fluid motion, before handing it to him. She fiddled with the case as he turned the phone over in his hands once.Â
âAnd youâre sure itâs not just the screen protector?â
Lily shook her head no, âI tried to pull it off, twice, but couldn't get it, so Iâm pretty sure I forgot to put the protection screen thing on when I got my new case.â
âOh Lily,â James clucked his tongue, âalways use protection.â
Oh, that was the wrong thing to say.Â
Her brain immediately fluttered into the pit of her stomach with ideas of all the things they could do with protection. God, she hadnât been so turned on since the last time heâd gotten her into bed with himâŠonly this time it was daylight and she hadnât had a single thing to drink.Â
Pure thoughts, Lily Evans. She thought. Heâs just a guy. A hot, cool, incredibly charming guy. Fuck it, Iâm screwed.  Â
James casually picked at her phone screen, seemingly ignoring the desire flickering in her eyes as he remarked, âThe glass shouldnât stick up like that; I think itâs just a screen protector.â
âI really donât thinkââ
Watching in mortification, Lily winced as he used his thumbnail to pry at the glass. Suddenly, a sound of unsticking reached her ears as he removed a screen case from her phone's actual glass. Redness flooded her face for an entirely different reason. Sheâd been a total, utter, helpless idiot for bringing her phone here.
It hadnât been broken at all.Â
âOh my god,â she whispered, âOh, no, no, no, no!! I am such an idiot.â
âNo!â He quickly reassured her, âYouâre not an idiot!â
Lily felt herself spiraling with embarrassment, realizing she just hadnât pulled hard enough to separate the sticky tape from the glass. âI swearâI tried so hardâI thought it was the screen.â
His thumb brushed the side of her wrist in comfort, but instead of soothing her, it sent a wave of shame coursing through her stomach. âItâs an honest mistake; it was securely fastened.â
âYeah,â she squeaked, noticing he had leaned closer over the counter, now mere inches from her face.
âSeriously,â he seemed so amused, and that only humiliated her further, âitâs fine, I won't even charge you.âÂ
She didnât know if sheâd ever felt more stupid, and in front of the hottest guy she knew, too. âIâm really sorry for wasting your time.â He searched her face as if seeking something within it. Lily withdrew her hand from his shyly and then grabbed her phone. âIâll just go, thank you, um, bye.â
Trying to escape the awkward situation, she hurried out, acutely aware of the stares from those around them who had witnessed the embarrassing exchange. She slipped her unprotected phone under the strap of her dress and brushed her hair behind her ears as she rushed to her car in the parking lot.
âDumb, stupid, idiot.â she muttered over and over to herself, repeating the whole scene in her head. âHow did you graduate college with a science degree, but you canât even pull a fucking phone condom off.âÂ
She reached her car in record time, the lingering sense of humiliation mingling with a cocktail of other emotions churning in her gut. Her plan now was simple: she would rendezvous with her friends at the taco place and immerse herself in a flight of margaritas. Maybe if she got intoxicated enough, she could erase this entire fiasco from her memory. As she finished flinging her bag onto the console of the passenger seat, she heard footsteps approaching from behind.
Turning abruptly, she was startled to find James from the Genius Bar standing there, a friendly smile gracing his features. âHey, Lily.âÂ
âHi,â she managed, her voice high-pitched from her embarrassment.Â
HIs eyes dropped to the phone, precariously held between her pale skin and tiny spaghetti thick dress strap. âWhy do girls stuff everything right there?â
Lily looked down at her phone and then back up to him, feigning tucking her hands into the folds of her dress skirt, âmost girls clothes donât have pocketsâso we improvise.âÂ
âInteresting.â He then asked promptly, âDid you know that I worked here?â
âNo,â she swore, as the wind made her skirts gather around her legs, âI swear, I had no idea.â
A light flickered in his eyes, âthatâs a shame.â
âWhy a shame?â
âI was hoping you made up that entire thing about the glass cracking just to talk to me.â He grinned. âBut you genuinely thought it was broken, didnât you?â
âYou were hoping I was lying?â Lily blinked owlishly at him, âreally?â
He lifted a lunchbox in his hand, smiling awkwardly. âI only have an hour for lunch; why donât we catch up, and we can talk about what I was hoping for.â
âWhat?â Lily asked, not comprehending anything because her hormones were cheering excitedly.
âSorry,â he tucked the lunchbox behind his back again, âdid you not want to eat with me? I think I may have gotten mixed signals from you back in the storeâŠâ
âEat with you?â she repeated. â With you?â
âI know itâs been a while,â he was rambling, âI know we arenât even likeâfriendsâbut you showed up and IâI nearly had a heart attack seeing you again. A heart attack in the good wayânot a bad way. You are definitely good. All good. So good.â
Lily still had one hand on her car door, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to find the words. âIâIâm an idiot who canât tell the difference between a screen cover and a phone screenâŠand you want to have lunch with me?â
James shrugged, âdespite working at the genius barââ Lily offered him a snort of amusement, â--I prefer idiots, donât you?â
âYou're not an idiot,â Lily said, motioning to all of him, âyouâreâyouâre that .â
âEloquent,â his smile was so wide, his eyes crinkled at the edges. âBut Iâm 100% just as much an idiot as you.â
âHow so?â
âI was an idiot for ever letting you go without a number to text you at.âÂ
She felt her stomach erupt with pleasant butterflies. âWhat?â
James looked down at her body, then back up at her eyes with a coy wink. âTruthfully, I've been wondering where you disappeared to for a year now and would really like to catch up. Iâd also really love your number, for your working phone, just in case you ever need a genius to fix it again. Is that okay?â
Lily felt like she might be dreaming. She pinched her arm. It hurt. Thank god. âThis isnât a joke, right?â
âNo,â James walked forward, almost flush with her person now. âI do love a good joke, though.â
âReally?â He was so close, she could count the tiny freckles dotting his tan nose.Â
James' hand brushed her arm, sending shivers racing up it. âWhatâs the best book to read while eating breakfast?â
Lily felt a smile replacing her confused expression as she leaned up on her tiptoes, allowing his free hand to cup her chin. âWhat book?â
âMuch Ado About Muffin.â
"You're right, you are an idiot." She rolled her eyes, but her tone was flirtatious, "a really, really cute idiot."
"They'll hire just about anyone to work the Genius Bar these days."Â
Lily didnât wait anymore; she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him down, letting her lips muffle his laughter.
She could still feel his smile through the kiss though, even when he opened his mouth to taste her with an eager fever she had forgotten about. She kissed him back harder, especially when she heard his lunch bag fall to the ground near their feet, and both his hands grabbed hold of her long hair to keep her firmly attached. He tasted like mint gum, like he'd just been chewing it before coming to find her. Like he'd planned for this exact scenario to happen.Â
She almost swooned at the thought.Â
Finally, what felt like only a second later, he broke off the kiss. When her eyes opened, she saw nothing but him, and that only made her smile grow wider. His hands remained in her hair, but he tugged them forward to cup her cheeks, bringing the red strands with him.Â
âSo,â he said somewhat breathlessly, âlunch date?â
"What'd you have in mind?"
"Calling out of work, taking you home, and ordering pizza for a long movie we won't watch."Â
Lily stepped forward, about to kiss him again for suggesting it, but then she felt her chunky heel step on something, and a resounding crack filled the air. Lily thought it might be the lunch bag heâd dropped, and for just a second she hoped, but whatever was under her foot was smaller. She looked down, face white, and all she saw were broken bits of glass under her heel. Her heart plummeted from its high as she stared down at her broken phone.Â
âI broke my phone,â she realized, lifting her foot to show a screen in tiny bits and pieces. âOh my god, I really broke it this time.â
James untangled himself from her and leaned down, picking it up carefully, and they watched as it disintegrated into multiple pieces in his hand. His eyes lifted from the phone to her. She stared back at him. Lily fell against her car, pressing her hands into her hair as she processed her disbelief. James' mouth was partially open, like she'd just stunned him to silence.Â
âI canât believe this!â she half laugh, half cried, while wiping her eyes. "I can't fucking believe this!"
Then, James doubled over with laughter, weeping from the irony of it all. Lily crossed one leg over the other as she laughed too, her head rolling back against her car. Passerby in the parking lot shared attempts like they were lunatics for laughing so hard. It only made them laugh harder.
"What am I going to do?" Lily cried, her side in stitches. "Oh god, I haven't even paid that phone off yet!"
"I can't believe you broke it!" James wiped the tears from his eyes, "oh my god, your luck!"
"Oh fuck," Lily pressed a hand to her forehead, "I don't know why I'm laughing, this is actually so bad, I need my phone for work."
James walked forward to plant a firm kiss on her mouth before reminding her, âDonât worry, you know a genius who can fix it.â
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+44 7123 456789:Â Lily??? Are you Alive??? Your bedroom doors been shut since yesterday?? have you even been home???
Lily Evans:Â holy shit I am so sorry, who is this? I have a new phone and forgot to switch my contacts over from the cloud
+44 7123 456789:Â ....Marlene....HOW BROKEN WAS YOUR PHONE??? It was a scratch the last time I saw it??
Lily Evans:Â funny story...
Marlene McKitten:Â where are you?!
Lily Evans:Â do you remember that one time I got super drunk at a party and woke up in a hot guys bed?
Marlene McKitten:Â ya...why?
Lily Evans:Â I'm currently in his bed right nowÂ
Marlene McKitten:Â ??? get home right now or so help me god I'm tracking your phone and coming to youÂ
Lily Evans:Â save yourself a drive and meet us at the Genius Bar, he's taking me over there to fix my old computer I thought was broken.Â
Marlene McKitten:Â ?????????????
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I dunno if you got anon complaints, but it wasn't me. Here's my wall of text about The Topic At Hand.
I hate Apple because every time I wanted to use my phone to do something in high school, I found out that sorry, you can't do that on an iPhone because we don't like [winzip, flash player, a bunch of other things] and you're not allowed to use programs that don't come from the App Store. Also if you jailbreak your phone so that you CAN use it as a miniature computer, you void your warranty uwu. Also, I had an iPod touch gen 3 that I still use despite it being a bit slow because they absolutely lasted forever. I also got an iPod touch 6 that died a long time ago, but before it did, the iPod/Phone 7 had been released and Apple had figured out that if they push an update that makes the old tech slow, people will go "ugh, this is so slow, I should get a new one".
When they released the iPad with the same issues as the early gen phones + also no USB port and I was like "why are people buying this instead of literally any other tablet?" but people acted like it was a new, innovative, never-before-seen amazing thing when the first iPad really was just a shit tablet you couldn't do much with, but it had an apple logo and angry birds.
We also had both Windows and Macintosh computers at my high school and I never had problems with Windows because it was what I knew, but any time I tried to use the macs, I'd run into all sorts of compatibility issues with files saved on the Windows computers, so I just used my laptop instead. I was also getting into computer nerdery and looking to build my own PC and found out that Macintosh computers come pre-built and if you change literally anything yourself you void your warranty, which pushed me even harder against the company and all of its products. Oh, and the fact that a global standardisation went through that every phone company would use micro USB and Apple weaselled out of it by saying "ah, but we don't sell phones, we sell Personal Mobile Devices." And that they hold patents for things like the liquid metal they use to paint on the logo and even the patent for ROUND PIZZA BOXES and refuse to let anyone else use them just. Because. What a shit company. Anyway.
Nowadays I understand that some people prefer to use Macs for things like graphic design because they're allegedly better at it??? but all I see is compatibility issues for days, overpriced tech that you're not allowed to breathe on without voiding your warranty, and people who fangirl over the company's products because they're 'hip' and for no other reason. Their old products WERE good, which is why old Macs and iPods still sell for a TON of money, but I haven't seen them release a good product in a long-ass time.
Hey that's totally fine.
For the record, in my mind, the part of Apple that makes iphones and ipads is a totally separate entity than the one that makes their computers. You'll get no argument from me about their stupid power adapter debacle.
I've had macbooks for years as my daily-driver computers, but I own literally one iOS product, and that's an old ipad mini wall-mounted in my kitchen for home automation purposes. iOS devices are annoying in my experience, and as such I've only ever had Android mobile devices for daily use.
... and don't get me started on what a shitty-ass product the Apple TV is.
I understand the compatibility and customization argument in precisely the way I understand the cats vs. dogs argument.
If you were raised with dogs and have never been around cats or only tangentially experienced cats, you might point at a cat and go "what is this animal even good for? It doesn't come when I call it. It doesn't respond to its name. You have to scoop out a gross litter box at least twice a week. It doesn't even chase a ball half the time!"
All of which would be correct observations about owning a cat, but if you were to pivot from that to say something like "cats are useless and expensive, and everyone who has one has been tricked by clever marketing and branding to get one" you'd get people looking at you a little funny. We intuitively understand that cats and dogs are fundamentally different pets to experience.
In the same way, if you're a PC user who points at a Mac and says things like you have above, like "You can't even change any components yourself! You can barely play any games with it!" you're making the cardinal mistake of bringing Windows expectations into a Mac world, just as you'd be bringing Dog expectations into a Cat world for being indignant that you can't play fetch with it.
.. by your own admission here, "I never had problems with Windows because it was what I knew"
There is a LOT of crossover between the platforms for day to day tasks (web-browsing, word-processing, using shit like Office 365, doing live-streams, Telegram/Discord, etc. etc.) just as there is a lot of crossover between activities that cats and dogs can do (companionship, snuggling, entertainment, taking cute pictures to send to your mom) but the niche stuff is where things branch off.
I have a purpose-built Windows PC for music production and audio engineering because I needed to configure a custom sound interface and Windows PC's are excellently tailored to customization. Conversely, I use my Macbook for video-editing because MacOS is extremely stable and I can count on one hand how many times it's actually crashed or hung in all the years I've video-edited on it, even though I occasionally have to use a dongle, and can't crack it open myself to put more RAM in it.
In the case of the latter I consider that a worthy trade-off, just as I will gladly trade-off having a pet that won't play fetch with me in exchange for not having to let it outside when the windchill is -20 in the middle of February.
As an aside, also, the MacOS terminal behaves nearly the same way as a Linux terminal, so there are all kinds of hardcore Linux computer geeks who use Macs because the logic underneath the OS is the same. Just this past weekend I used the terminal to disable a couple of annoying security bits so I could install homebrew, WINE and a few other pieces - all called up and installed automatically using nothing more sophisticated than an oldschool text terminal, just like a Unix or Linux machine. Then I used the automator to create a custom executed batch file so I wouldn't have to re-enter terminal commands every time I wanted to call up a specific procedure.
It's why I stopped listening to people who simultaneously complain about MacOS being "too dumbed down" and "too hard to use" in the same breath; it can be just as complex and nerdy as you want it to be, and it can be just as streamlined as anything else if you really want it to be. Sitting on top of "fancy Unix" also means it's crazy stable.
... so for me at least, it has nothing to do with being "hip" - I have a hardcover case on my macbook so you can't even tell what it is anyway unless I open it up - and everything to do with being a good old-fashioned pragmatist.
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my cousin who I havent talked to in years randomly messaged me to ask if I play/know people in Japan who play Pokemon Go
I assume it's something to do with exclusive regional pokemon? I think I remember that was a thing way back in 2016
I played Pokemon Go when it first came out, but I had an old iPhone 5C because it's all I could afford, and they stopped supporting older iPhones. Because of how expensive they are I never bothered getting a new one. I have Android now. It's an old Android too now because I've had it for six years x'D but both it and the iPhone 5C still work decently (although the latter has charging issues which I'm not sure if it's due to the cable or the phone itself, I haven't bothered to look into it bc android and all). like why do I have to shell out the pennies I earn teaching pre-K for the newest and expensivest just because it's the bestest (for one year until the next newest expensivest and bestest comes out)?
*ahem* anywaaay... I stopped playing Pokemon Go because it wasn't supported on my phone. By the time I got the Android phone, I had completely forgotten about the game, and never even checked to see if it's supported on Android. It looks like it is, so now that my cousin's reminded me it exists, I'm kinda tempted to get it...
But I have a 2 gb plan because I'm cheap as hell and I don't want to pay more x'D my data is always used up by the end of the month anyway and I don't even know what is eating up all of my storage. So to get Pokemon Go I'd definitely need a better plan or a new provider (which I kind of do want, a coworker told me of a provider recently which sounds like it has better plans than mine. it's just that canceling phone contracts is such a bitch and I don't want to pay cancellation fee)
Normally I wouldn't pay more just to play a game on my phone which I recall only mildly liking anyway (it was so tough to find Pokemon that weren't Rattata. The only interesting catches I made happened when I went to the airport). But lately every single company is (in my opinion) wasting its money and time making its own tailored app and demanding we all download it to our phones. Bank and gas and stuff I don't mind, but restaurants - stores - etc etc. It is honestly so annoying. Even work tried to make me download an app to do my taxes, even though the tax program was already installed on the computers and we only need it once a year...
I really hate the app craze but it seems impossible to avoid. Sooo. Maybe time for a new plan with more data and storage. Ahh if only salaries ever went up like the prices of everything else. Guess I shoud apply for a job at Uniqlo buhahaha.
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Seasons of PD: Season 2: Willâs Back...and Thereâs a Bomb (A Halstead Brothers + Halstead Sister! Imagine)
Your age: 14
Jay's age: 28
Will's age: 30
"Spoke to Dad," Will said to Jay as the two brothers were sat in Jay's apartment sipping their respective beers. "Said you two barely talk. Said if it wasn't for Y/N, you probably wouldn't see him at all."
"I mean, he's not wrong." Jay shrugged.
"Care to elaborate on that?"
"Not really, but you should've been here. You should've been home. Mom was dyin'. You were off partyin'."
"You left," Will said as he set his beer down and leaned forward on the couch.
"I left to fight a war. I came home. And you know why that was?" he asked rhetorically. "It was because my humvee hit an IED and me and Mouse were the only two who survived! And because Mom was sick! I came back for Mom and I came back traumatized! Nothing bad even happened to you in New York and you left two fucking days after her funeral, man!"
Luckily Will hadn't been holding his beer or he would've dropped it right then and there. "Jay, I- I never knew it was so hard for you to come Stateside again."
"Forget it. You weren't there then, what makes me think you're gonna be here now? You're probably taking off in another few days anyway, am I right? Not even gonna go see Y/N? Even though she always wants help on her math homework from you and you don't even have the decency to answer her phone calls!"
"I'm sorry that I don't have my phone on me when I'm performing surgeries, Jay!"
Jay's phone rang, stopping the argument in its tracks. "Speak of the devil," Jay mumbled and then answered the call. "Hey, Y/N, what's up?"
"I don't understand this stupid homework," you groaned from your desk in your bedroom at home. "Why do I even need to know the equation of a line, anyway? It's not like I'm even gonna use it in life anyway."
"Y/N, like I've told you numerous times, I can help you if it's a single variable problem, but anything more than that, I forgot how to do it. Not really helping your teacher's case for actually using this in life, am I?"
"Yeah, not at all. I guess I'll just try and call Will...he's not gonna answer anyway, but I guess it's worth a shot."
"Wait, how about you FaceTime me?" Jay suggested.
"Why? You already admitted that you can't help me."
"Just do it."
"Okay, gimme a few minutes. I gotta switch devices."
"Oh yeah. You don't have an iPhone yet, only an iPod and a slide phone. Sucks to be you."
"Well, I'm sorry that I don't have a grown-up job and can buy my own stuff, Jay."
"And with buying your own stuff and having a grown-up job comes bills. So, be glad you can't legally work yet."
You rolled your eyes. "I'll call you back in a few minutes. And, whatever this is, better be able to help me with this homework since math is my first class tomorrow."
"It'll help. I promise."
"Hmmm, sure." Then, you hung up and switched to your iPod, and hit the FaceTime icon.
"You look like- you look tired," Jay said when he accepted the FaceTime call. He almost said that you looked like hell, but he figured he shouldn't say that.
"Thanks," you replied sarcastically. "You would be, too, if you've been staring at the same problem on your homework for the past hour."
"What's the equation you have to work with?" Jay asked.
"Y=mx+b," you answered.
"Yeah, vaguely remember that. Don't know what it means, just remember hearing it a bunch. Will, you know what that equation is and how to do it?"
"Will's at your house? I thought he wasn't getting back for another week."
"I thought so, too. And then I got called to a bar today because he was being stupid--"
"Hey, I was not stupid!" Will protested.
"Fine. He was being dumb and tried to break up a fight. And, now I think he's got a job at Chicago Med because he got fired in New York--"
"Y/N," Will butted in, "you said you needed help with your homework?"
"Yeah."
"Jay, can you please give me the phone so I can help our little sister with her homework please?"
"Uh, fine. She'll know why you left New York eventually," Jay said as he passed his phone to his older brother.
"Eventually. But not tonight." He turned to Jay. "Can you get me a piece of paper? I'd grab it but I have no idea where you keep stuff in this little bachelor pad of yours."
"Like you didn't snoop through my stuff when I was at work," Jay joked and stood up to get Will a piece of paper.
"Y/N, for Christmas I'm getting you a subscription to Chegg so you don't need to call me for this."
"I'm holding you to that one."
***
God, I hate running on the track. It's literally just running in circles and seeing the same things over and over, no variety in the scenery whatsoever. I wish I could run with Emma, but she's way faster than me, so she's ahead of me by like one or two laps. Uh, this song sucks! I gotta skip--
"Run lockdown! Run lockdown!"
What? Run lockdown? What is the high school cross country coach talking about? Maybe it's just something that the high schoolers have to do for their drills because I sure have never heard of that one.
But then, you saw Emma jogging toward the bathrooms a few yards away from the track.
What the hell?
You ran towards the bathrooms a few yards away from the track and didn't stop until you'd caught up with Emma. "What's going on?"
"No idea. Something about a lockdown."
Once all of you and your coach, Mrs. Rivers, were safely in the bathroom with the door locked, did you get any closure about what was going on.
"There's been a bomb threat."
"What? A bomb threat?"
"What?!"
"So we can't leave?"
"Girls, I need you to be quiet, okay? The police are looking into it, but for now, the campus is on lockdown and we can't leave here until I get the all-clear. The school's already notified parents, so if someone else is picking you up today other than your parents, you need to call them. Just ask and you can use my phone. Everything's going to be okay, though. We have nothing to worry about. We just need to sit tight until I'm told we can leave." Her phone buzzed and you all held your breath. "Looks like Miss G got stuck in the boys' bathroom with all the stinky football boys."
"What if we walk home?" you asked quietly.
"If you walk home, a parent or someone else will have to pick you up since they don't want anybody walking home because, as of right now, they have no idea who did this."
***
"How's your brother doing?" Erin asked as she and Jay were standing around the coffee pot in the break room.
"Pretty sure he's going to quit the new job he just got at Med even though it's his first day," Jay answered.
"What? He got a job at Med?"
"Yeah. Apparently, they were looking for ER docs and he got the job. But, for some reason, now he wants to quit. And, he was late today. Decided to bitch to me about only having almond milk and not having any regular milk in my fridge. Like, dude, you're staying with me. You can deal with a bit of almond milk."
"I don't blame him," Erin laughed. "Almond milk is disgusting."
"But it's better for you...and cheaper."
"Of course that's your reason for getting it."
"Halstead!" Antonio yelled. "Your phone's been ringing off the hook for the last minute. I think it's important."
"Be right there!" Jay quickly poured himself a cup of coffee and then rushed over to his desk.
"Shit," he muttered.
"Who was it?" Erin asked as she emerged from the breakroom, holding her own cup of coffee.
"Y/N," he answered as he fiddled with his phone. "Called me three times in the past minute."
"Any idea what it's about?"
"No, but I'm about to find out."
"Jay!" you whisper-yelled from the other end of the line.
"Y/N, what's wrong? Why are you calling me so much? Are you sick? Do you need me to--"
"There's a bomb."
Jay almost dropped his phone. "A bomb? Are you sure?"
At the mention of a bomb, everyone's heads snapped towards him.
"Yeah, we're hiding out in the bathrooms near the football field right now until they get the all-clear," you told him. "But, they can't let people walk home from school today and Dad's not answering and it's Will's first day, so I was wondering if you could pick me up?"
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that. Do you mind if I put you on speaker for a quick second?"
"Why? I'm fine Jay, really. Just needed to know if you can pick me up."
Innocent fourteen-year-olds, Jay thought to himself. Of course, she just called to pick to see if you'd pick her up. She hasn't grasped the gravity of the situation, and she's probably thinking that this is just another story to tell. Not that if there's actually a bomb at her school that she could be dead any second if it goes off.
"You're sure you don't want me to stay on the phone with you?"
"You can go."
"Okay. Just, listen to the adult that's in there with you, okay?"
"Okay, okay. Bye."
"Bye I love--" He was cut off by the beep which signaled that you had hung up. "--you."
"What's going on? A bomb?" Erin asked, but Jay was already making his way down the stairs.
"Sarge!" Jay yelled as he made his way to the front desk.
"Well, hello to you too, Chuckles. If you're looking for Voight, he's just meeting with a CI and should back soon," Platt told him.
"Sargeant, all due respect, I don't give a damn about Voight right now. I just need to know if you have any idea about the bomb threat at Central Chicago's high school and middle school campuses?"
"I know that they sent someone from bomb squad and some patrolmen over there to see if there's anyone who seems suspicious--"
"Why wasn't Intelligence notified?"
Platt's jaw dropped and she stared at Jay for a second before speaking. "Because last I checked, detective, those schools weren't in our district--"
Jay slammed his hand down on the desk. "Jay," Erin said and grabbed her partner's arm. "I need you to calm down for a second, okay?"
"I don't need to calm down, Erin," Jay spat. "I have every reason--"
"I understand, but being pissed at Platt here isn't going to fix anything. Go back upstairs and I'll be there in a second."
Jay ripped his arm from Erin's grip and stalked upstairs, not without slamming the gate when he was safely inside the Intelligence Unit's area of the 21st District.
"What's his deal?" Platt asked. "I have half a mind to write him up for insubordination for that little scene he just caused."
"Sarge," Erin started, "the school that called in the bomb threat, that's the school Y/N goes to, Jay's little sister."
"What? I thought that only elementary school kids were at school right now?"
"That's true unless there are sports practices."
"And Y/N's in a sport, so she's at school right now." Platt put the pieces together.
"Yeah. And, I know that family isn't supposed to work cases, but could you maybe make an--"
"Erin, go grab Halstead and Dawson, get down to the school. I'll send the information upstairs to Atwater and Ruzek and they can see what they can get. I'll also call Voight and tell him to meet you there."
"Thank you, Sargeant!"
Erin jogged upstairs and into the bullpen. "Jay, Antonio, we're heading to the school! Kev and Adam, Platt said that you're working the case from up here. Voight will meet us there."
"Copy that," Kevin answered.
Jay holstered his gun and was halfway down the stairs before Kevin even finished his sentence.
***
"Kev, what do we know?" Jay asked as they were driving over to your school.
"Uh, I pulled footage from the high school's office and apparently an unknown dude walked in, asked a question, and then walked out all in the span of less than a minute," he answered.
"Can you run facial rec?"
"Nah, not a good enough angle."
"Description?"
"Dude looks Indian or Middle-Eastern to me. He's got short, black hair. Some stubble, not a ton, but it's enough that you can see it even with the bad angle I got. He's kinda chubby, too. Wearing a tan jacket. That's all I got."
"Thanks, man. That helps. Anything from bomb squad?"
"They haven't located a bomb yet, so I guess that's a good sign, right?"
"It is if there's no bomb," Jay replied. "But, just because they haven't found it, doesn't mean there's not a bomb. Whoever the hell did this could've just hid it really well or do whatever a psycho does when they want to blow up a school full of kids."
Jay relayed the information to Erin and Antonio who were also in the car and then hung up his phone. "Any word from Voight or anyone else when I was on the phone?"
"No, you want me to go to the middle school or the high school?" Erin asked.
"Wherever you can get in."
"Jay, we have badges, we can get in anywhere."
"Middle school then. I'm assuming that's where Y/N is."
"Okay."
"Wait!" Jay exclaimed, almost causing Erin to slam on the brakes. "When I was talking to Y/N earlier, she said that she was in the bathrooms near the football field so we need to go to the high school."
"You're sure it's that field? Isn't there a football field at the middle school, too?"
"That's just a shitty practice field," he answered. "Anyway, the high school football field is the only one that has bathrooms near it so that spectators can go to the bathroom when they go to the football games."
"I shouldn't have to tell you this, Jay," Antonio started, "But you can't just burst into the locker rooms and try to get Y/N out of there. No parents are allowed in or out to pick up their kids. And, you're no different. You have to wait for the all-clear to get her out of there."
Jay hated it, but Antonio was right. No matter how much he wanted to get you as far away from this campus as possible, he couldn't until the bomb squad made sure that there wasn't a bomb anywhere near here. If his time in the Rangers had taught him anything, it was that one misstep, and the whole place could get blown up in a nanosecond.
Erin started to pull into the parking lot of the high school near all the cop cars, when one turned on their sirens and pulled in front of them, effectively stopping them from getting any further.
"I know you're worried about your kids," the patrolman said once Erin rolled down her window, "But we can't let anyone in or out until this is all sorted."
"We're not parents." Erin pulled out her badge. "Detectives Lindsay, Dawson, and Halstead from the 21st District's Intelligence Unit."
He looked at the officer next to him. "Desk Sergeant from the 21st said that there'd be some detectives coming." He pushed the button on his radio before anybody could tell him otherwise. "I got the detectives from the 21st here right now."
"Copy," the person on the other end said.
Jay wanted to jump out of the vehicle and strangle that patrolman with his bare hands. "Are you fucking insane?" he yelled.
The one who keyed his radio stepped out of the patrol car, and Jay did the same. "Are you Dawson or Halstead?"
"Halstead. But you, you must be new here because if there is one thing you absolutely do not do when there's even the mention of a bomb is key your radios."
"No offense, detective," the patrolman in the driver's seat started, "but everyone here has been using their radios since we stepped onto this campus."
"There's no bomb," Erin muttered.
They all knew what the patrolman's statement meant: if they had been using their radios the entire time they were here and a bomb hadn't gone off, then there was no bomb to begin with.
Antonio and Erin both stepped out of the car now.
"Who's your sergeant?" Antonio yelled.
"Why? Why do you care?"
"Because of what he just said! You can't key your radios when there might be a bomb, so I think your whole district might need to go back in for a mandatory re-training!"
"I'll call Voight," Erin said.
"Fucking idiots," Jay muttered as he pulled out his phone.
As soon as he was about to dial your number, a call came in from Kevin. "There's no bomb," Jay said as soon as he answered, not even giving Kevin time to tell him anything.
"I mean, yeah, I was callin' to tell you that the bomb squad just declared an all-clear."
"Thanks."
"How'd you know before we even got the call here at the district?"
"They were keying their radios the entire time and nothing happened."
"Yeah, that'll do it."
"We should be back at the district soon."
Jay hung up and made his way to the bathrooms.
You were sitting in silence with Emma next to you when a banging was heard coming from outside causing you to jump.
What if that's the bomber and he's got a gun and wants to kill us before the bomb can get to us? It was irrational, yes, but it was still possible.
"Chicago PD! This is the all-clear."
It was as if everyone in the bathroom let out a collective breath at hearing that there was no bomb or that the bomb had been dismantled.
"Alright girls, you heard the man, we are good to go," Mrs. Rivers said. "Let's head back to the middle school so you can grab your stuff and start getting back to your parents. Was everyone able to get ahold of someone to pick them up? Because I can bring people home if necessary."
All of you filed out of the bathrooms and into the crisp fall air. You were barely onto the sidewalk when you got pulled into a bone-crushing hug.
"Who the--" You looked up. "Hi, Jay."
"Oh my God, you're okay. You don't know how worried I was--"
"Jay, I'm fine," you squeaked out. "But please let go. You're crushing me."
"Sorry, sorry," he apologized and then let go, not without looking you over for injuries even though you promised him that you were in fact fine.
"50-21 George, 50-21 Lincoln, 50-21 Frank, and 50-21 Squad, assistance is requested at Chicago Med for a 10-34. Are you able to assist?"
Jay's eyes went wide and his breath caught in his throat.
"Jay? Jay?" you asked. "You gonna answer that?"
"This is 50-21 Lincoln, hold us down on that 10-34 at Chicago Med," Erin's voice said through the radio.
"Halstead! We gotta go now!" Antonio yelled.
"Jay, what's going on? Will's at Med. What's happening?"
"Come with me," Jay said and then started ushering you towards the car.
"Shit," Erin said when she saw you. "Antonio, you wanna go with Voight, and then me and Jay will drop her off at home? We can't exactly bring her with us."
"Yeah, good idea." Antonio turned to you. "Glad you're safe, kid."
You nodded as he jogged off to find Voight. Then, you turned back to Jay. "Why are you going to Med? Whatever it is, I wanna go with you because what if Will's hurt? I wanna go!"
Jay got in the passenger seat without answering you and you got in the backseat. Erin started driving to the middle school so that you could go get your backpack from your locker.
Once inside school and connected to the wifi, you took out your iPod and pulled up google.
What does 10-34 mean?
The answer almost caused you to drop your iPod on the tiled floor.
10-34 is a police radio signal that means that a bomb threat has been called in.
You ran to your locker and with shaking hands, put in the combination. How was Jay so calm? How was he so calm when you were silently freaking out? And, to make matters worse, he got to work the case while you were going to be stuck going home and just waiting to see if Will (and Jay for the matter since he would no doubt be in the vicinity of the blast zone) was safe, just waiting to see if your oldest brother, who you just got back, would make it out of his new workplace alive.
You hustled out of school and then got into the backseat of Erin and Jay's car. "There's a bomb threat at Med?"
"Who told you that?" Erin asked, turning around in her seat.
"I googled what 10-34 meant. Jay, please, I wanna go with you. I don't wanna go home!"
"No! I know you wanna make sure that Will's safe, and I do too, but you gotta understand that it's not safe for you there, Y/N," he pleaded.
"It's not safe for you to be there, either!" you argued.
"Y/N, I know you're scared, but I'm trained for this kind of stuff. You are not."
"Please," you begged as your lip began to tremble. "I-It'd be faster for you to just go to Med from-from here instead of dropping me off at home."
"She's got a point, Jay," Erin said.
"What? No way, Er! There is no way in hell she is going in there with us!"
"She doesn't have to go past the tape with us. Just somewhere close by." Erin turned back to you. "Would that make you feel better, Y/N? Being somewhere close by?"
You nodded as you wiped away a tear.
Jay sighed. "Fine," he relented. "We'll drop you off at Mama Garcia's to get your homework done since it's a half-block away from the hospital."
"Will's okay, right? You checked in with him?" you asked.
"I haven't yet, but I promise you when I do, I will text you. I just need you to stay calm and focus on yourself right now. It's no use worrying about Will when you can't do anything about it."
"That's what Mom used to tell me when I was worried about you when you were in Afghanistan. She always told me that it's no use worrying about it since none of us were there with you."
"See, you gotta trust what Mom always told you, kiddo. She was a smart lady after all."
***
"Tell me you're not in there," Jay spoke into his phone as he and Erin walked into the police tent-like structure equipped with fancy tech gear outside of Chicago Med's emergency department.
"I am," Will answered, causing Jay's stomach to drop. "Listen, the guy who blew himself up in here, said he had something worse than Ebola."
"What, like he's spreading it since he blew himself up?"
"Yeah, so essentially, every single one of us in here has been in contact with him."
"Who was he?"
"No idea. But do us all a favor and find out."
"Son of a bitch," Jay muttered as he pocketed his phone and entered the tent-like structure where a bunch of people, including the FBI, were sitting at computers.
"Talk to Will?" Erin asked.
"Uh, yeah," Jay answered, "he says he's in there. Apparently whoever the hell blew himself up in there was infected with something that he said was worse than Ebola."
"So if these people get out before we figure out what it is and if it's treatable, we could have an epidemic on our hands?"
"Exactly. Damn, Er. With that mind of yours, you should've gone to med school."
"Very funny, Halstead. You're looking at someone who barely graduated high school and didn't even go to the academy because being in the back of cop cars on the eastside for half my childhood was more than enough experience to qualify me for this job right here."
"I'm gonna start making some calls." Jay turned his attention back to the situation at hand. "Apparently traffic was a mess earlier and Voight and Antonio got called to headquarters to brief some higher-ups about this."
"Fat chance of them knowing anything right now. They've gotta just be trying to keep all the info away from the press." Erin's phone rang. "Speak of the devil."
"I'll call HQ and try to get some more back up to control the situation," Jay said to no one in particular.
***
You kept fiddling with your slide phone, just opening and closing it as you tried--and failed--to focus on your homework as you sat in one of the far back booths at Mama Gracia's. The news was of course playing on the tv in front of you and all the headlines were about what was happening at Med.
"Again we have word of an event at Chicago Med," the news anchor read from her script. "The CFD was able to contain the victims to the ER, but Ebola was mentioned."
Ebola? That was the disease that wreaked havoc on Africa last year.
You knew Will was a doctor and that he was smart, but if he became infected and it was in fact Ebola, what if he died? What if, since Jay was close to Med that he somehow became infected and he died, too? What if you lost both your big brothers in the same amount of time because of some psychopath who decided it was a good idea to blow himself up and put innocent people--innocent first responders--in danger.
"Ay, cariña. ¿A dónde vayas?" Mama Garcia asked as you stood up and made your way to the door, intent on exiting the small restaurant.
"ÂżQĂșe? No entiendo," you answered. You had started taking Spanish this year, so you only understood one word of what she had said to you.
"Sorry, honey. Where are you going? Your brother said to make sure you stayed here."
You and Jay were both pretty close with Mama Garcia. Seeing as it was very close to Med, when your mom had been hospitalized for cancer years ago, you'd always come in here to get dinner. It was here that Mama Garcia had taught you all the words of the toppings that one could put on their tamales, tacos, or burritos, shocking your Spanish teacher when you told her you could tell her in Spanish exactly what you would put on your tamale when you learned about food in class.
"I'm just going for a walk," you answered. "I need some fresh air."
"Okay, don't go far," she warned.
Once out the door, you breathed a sigh of relief and started to walk towards Chicago Med.
When you got close enough, you saw a big white tent and a bunch of fire trucks. You crept to the side and started walking around the side of the building, where there were barely any people and only one cop to keep people at bay. You smiled at him and watched the scene in front of you.
You had seen of those firefighters before on a rare day that you were at the district waiting for Jay and one of them had to walk the firehouse dog, Pouch. He was super cute and all the firefighters were really nice and let you pet him!
"What is it Casey?" a deep voice bellowed.
You knew Casey! Well, you knew of him at least. He was the one that Hermann always said would write him up if he was gone too long with Pouch, so that was always the excuse he gave you when he had to leave the district to go back to the firehouse.
You couldn't hear what Casey said on the other end, but you could hear whoever this guy was talking to Casey. "Okay, we're gonna need to get some CO2 extinguishers inside."
"You mean you're out of fire extinguishers?" a woman next to the firefighters asked.
"Afraid so."
You turned on your heels and sprinted back towards Mama Garcia's. You were a girl on a mission.
"Mama Garcia! Mama Garcia!" you shouted as soon as you were inside.
"Y/N, ÂżQĂșe pasa?" she asked as she stuck her head out of the kitchen where she was preparing a bunch of batches of tamales.
"They're out of fire extinguishers at the hospital, do you have any that I can bring over there?"
"You are just like your brother," she said, "super sneaky."
"When you live with older brothers and have to steal their Halloween candy, you learn how to be sneaky, Mama Garcia," you joked.
"I'm not even gonna ask how you know this. There's one fire extinguisher back by the bathrooms and I've got two back here I can give you. Esperes un minuto."
You went and grabbed the fire extinguisher from the spot where it was stored in the back by the bathrooms and waited for Mama Garcia to come out with the other two.
"Thank you!" you exclaimed as you took the big bag from her which contained the two other ones. She had put them in a bag for you since they were super heavy.
You slung the bag over your shoulder and carried the other one in your hand. You knew you couldn't run because these were really heavy, but you knew you had to get to Med to help them. Both your brothers were there! And you'd get there, even if it was a lot slower than you had originally planned when you formulated this plan when you were sprinting back to the restaurant five minutes ago.
***
"Is there a detective Halstead here?" a patrolman walked into the tent-like structure and asked.
"That'd be me," Jay answered as he raised his hand and turned away from the computer screen he had been looking at.
"There's a girl outside, Y/N I think she said her name was. Said you're her brother and that she's looking for you. Said she might be able to help."
Jay turned to Erin. "Go," she urged him.
Jay followed the patrol officer to where you were standing and to say he didn't look happy would be an understatement.
"I thought I told you to stay at Mama Garcia's!" he yelled over the crowd of people and the firefighters shouting out orders to each other. "It's dangerous for you here!"
"I know and I'm sorry! But, I came here to see if Will was outside, and I heard that one firefighter talking into his radio thingy, and then the lady next to him said that they were out of fire extinguishers."
Jay crossed his arms in front of his chest. He was not impressed.
"So I ran back to Mama Garcia's and I grabbed these." You held up the fire extinguisher that you had set on the ground next to you because you had been carrying it for a while now and you thought it was going to rip your arm off because of how heavy it was.
"Let her in," Jay declared.
He grabbed the extinguisher from you and then made his way over to the firefighters.
"Chief!" he yelled. "I've got some fire extinguishers here!"
Chief Boden cocked his head to the side. "How?"
"Apparently my little sister was here and she heard Ms. Goodwin say that you were out of extinguishers. So, she ran to Mama Garcia's and these are from her restaurant."
You set down the bag that contained the two fire extinguishers. "Geez, those things are heavy!"
"That they are. Thank you for these..." Chief Boden trailed off, not knowing your name.
"Y/N," you answered.
"Well, thank you Y/N."
"You're welcome, Chief. Please get my brother out of there safely."
"We're doing our best. And, call me Wallace."
He nodded at Jay and Jay placed a hand on your shoulder to lead you back to where he had been working alongside everyone else who wanted to figure out what the hell had gone on in there. Behind you, you heard the other firefighters volunteering to go inside the hospital.
"You're not making me go back to Mama Garcia's?" you asked Jay as you walked.
"No," he answered. "It's gonna get dark soon and I don't need you sneaking off from there again."
"So, I'm staying here so you can keep an eye on me?"
"Precisely."
***
You were sitting in a metal folding chair, scrolling through your iPod--wifi courtesy of Jay's hotspot--when three people entered the tent-like structure.
"Detective," Sharon Goodwin said as she entered the area where everyone was working. Jay looked up from the computer he was working at. "The parents of..." she trailed off, allowing you to assume that these were the parents of the man who had blown himself up.
"Alright," Jay said as he walked over to them. "Please, have a seat."
His voice was monotonous, not soft like when he was talking to child victims and not angry like when he was trying to get a hardened criminal to break. His voice, it was just...there.
"Is there anything you can tell us?" he asked once the parents had sat down.
"He was a smart boy," the man started, "always nice...and helpful. This country has given us so much. How could this have happened?"
"He claimed to be infected with something similar to Ebola."
You felt like you couldn't breathe. So, what the woman on the news had said was true. Your brother--and everyone else in the hospital for that matter--could be infected with something similar--or god forbid, worse--than Ebola.
You couldn't take another funeral. You couldn't take losing another family member before you even learned how to drive, hell before you even got to high school.
Your mind flashed back to when you were four years old. Will was in college and Jay was in his senior year of high school. It was springtime and the weather was just starting to get nice out.
You woke up from sleeping and realized you were thirsty. Seeing as you didn't think it was super late yet, you hoped that maybe Jay or Will would still be up and they'd give you a cup of juice. They were on babysitting duty tonight because your parents had gone out for a date night and knew they wouldn't be back until the early hours of the morning.
With Beary gripped tightly in your hand, you walked down the hallway and towards the kitchen. You saw the living room light on, and then it was quickly turned off.
"Mommy? Daddy?" you asked.
The only light now was from the hallway and you were starting to get scared. Monsters would come out if it was too dark!
Suddenly, the light was flicked back on.
"Y/N, what are you doing up?" Jay asked as he walked towards you.
"I want juice," you told him. But, then you looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing one of those shirts that he had to wear when you and your mom went to his soccer games at other schools. Jay always said that if he didn't wear this type of nice shirt, that he and his team would have to run suicides. You didn't know what those were, but they didn't sound nice. "Why you not in your 'jamas?" you asked. "You have a game? In the dark?"
"Uh," Jay blanched. He couldn't exactly tell his little, very talkative sister, that he was sneaking out to go to a party. "Let's get you some juice."
"Okay!"
Jay got you some juice and started to take your hand to walk you back to your room and tuck you back in when you turned to look at him. "So you going to play soccer? Or you going to see Allie?" He always wore those kinds of shirts when she came over in one of her really fancy dresses. And, Jay would give Allie a flower bracelet, too!
Jay crouched down so he was eye-level with you. "Y/N, you know what a secret is?"
"Yeah! It's when you can't tell somethin' to somebody. Mommy said secrets are bad," you told him, while you swung Beary back and forth in your little hand.
"Well, they're not all bad," he told you. "So, if I told you a secret, you'd be able to keep it?"
"And not tell Mommy or Daddy?" He nodded. "I dunno. I don't wanna get in trouble and have to go in time-out, Jay Jay."
"You won't get in trouble, I promise. And, if you promise not to tell Mommy and Daddy and Will, I'll get you a big pack of Oreos."
"I get Oreos for not telling Mommy and Daddy and Will?"
"Yes, you get Oreos if you don't tell them."
You'd do just about anything for Oreos!
"Okay, I keep it a secret. Where you going?"
"I am going to a friend's house to hang out."
"Okay." You didn't know what was so bad about that, but you wanted to get your Oreos, so you'd keep your mouth shut.
"Alrighty then, let's get you back to bed. Because, if I'm not mistaken, princesses need their beauty sleep."
He tucked you back into bed and got out of the house safely. Now all Jay had to do was to entrust you with the secret that he had snuck and went to a "friend's house", which was code for going to a party.
You had almost fallen back asleep when your door creaked open.
"Y/N," Will whispered.
"Will?"
"Yeah, it's Will," he answered and flicked on your bedside lamp.
"Were you talking to Jay a few minutes ago?"
"No," you lied. You wanted your Oreos!
"Are you sure about that? Because I could've sworn I heard you say Jay Jay."
"You wrong," you told him defiantly.
"Oh yeah? Because I heard him mention Oreos."
"No, no Oreos. He only got me juice."
"So you did talk to him."
"No, I didn't."
"Then who got you the juice?" Will knew you couldn't pour yourself a glass of juice without spilling it everywhere. He also knew that the glasses were up high enough in the cupboard that you needed someone else to reach them for you.
"Uh, uh, the-the juice fairy!"
"The juice fairy, huh? I've never heard of her. Because I could've sworn I heard you ask him if he was going to play soccer and he told you that he was going to a friend's house."
"No, he didn't!" you protested.
"Tell you what, kiddo, if you tell me where Jay went, I will give you Oreos, too."
You furrowed your eyebrows. Will was gonna give you the same thing and Jay might be mad at you. You needed something more. "Oreos and Sour Patch."
"Deal. Sour Patch Kids or watermelons?"
"Kids," you answered.
"Okay, it's a deal. Now, where is Jay going?"
"He went to a friend's house. But he was wearing one of those shirts he wears when he has to go to other schools for soccer," you answered.
"He's going to a party," Will muttered.
"A party? Like my tea parties?"
"Something like that." Where the tea is beer, Will thought to himself. "But, now you have to wait for Jay to give you your Oreos, and then I'll give you your Sour Patch Kids and Oreos."
"Then I have two Oreos?"
"Exactly. Now, time to go back to sleep."
The next day, Jay gave you a family sized-pack of Oreos that you hid in your room. The day after that, Will came home from studying at the library with a family-sized pack of Oreos and a big bag of Sour Patch Kids for you that you also ended up hiding in your room. And, that night at dinner, Will told your parents that Jay had gone to a party. He was grounded until the end of soccer season. But, Will had successfully taught you how to blackmail someone.
"Y/N." Erin's voice broke through your memories of being a little kid and being taught blackmail by your oldest brother. "I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?"
"W-What if Will-- What if he gets the--"
"Y/N, match my breathing."
She took a deep breath in and you tried to follow. It took a few tries, but your breathing eventually evened out and returned to normal.
"Will," you heard Jay say.
Before you could even think, you had jumped off your chair and were barrelling towards Jay. "Will? You're talking to Will? Is he okay? Is he gonna come out soon?"
"Y/N," Jay spoke calmly, "we just need to ask him some medical questions. Go back to where you were."
"Is he okay?"
"Y/N's here?" Will asked from his spot in the ED. "Why? How?"
"It's a long story. But, I'm gonna put you on speaker so that you can tell her that you're okay and then I need you to answer some questions."
Jay put the phone on speaker.
"I'm fine, kiddo. Really. You wouldn't want to see me right now anyway. You wouldn't want to come in here either because it smells really bad."
"You promise you're fine?"
"I promise. Now, I think I need to answer some questions?"
"Yeah, yeah," you heard Jay say as you walked back towards Erin. It was quiet in there now, as everyone was listening intently to what Will was saying.
Apparently, Antonio and Voight had looked up where this psycho worked and had figured out that he was the same guy who had walked into the high school's office earlier that day, which he probably did for a distraction. Now, they just had Will on the other end telling the infectious disease specialist in the ED all the chemicals that he had been working with so that she could test for them.
***
"Jay! Why'd you turn off your hotspot?" you whined as you pulled up google.
"Because you heard the bacteria and the strain and I know you. I am not letting you go down a google rabbit hole to look this up and try and figure out if Will's gonna die."
You sighed and put your head in your hands. Jay was right, of course, he was right, he's a detective for crying out loud!
"But what if Will's gonna die?"
"Y/N." Jay walked up to you. "He's not gonna die. He's gonna be just fine."
"But you don't know that!"
Jay's phone rang. "It's Will."
"Put it on speaker."
"It's not contagious," Will said.
If you weren't sitting down, you would've fallen to the ground in pure relief.
"So, you're good?"
"Yeah, I'm good. Everyone's good. Whatever he had, it died with him. I've got some patients that need work, but I'll be out soon."
***
Everyone from the hospital, the police, and the firefighters were all currently packed into Mama Garcia's. You, Will, and Jay had snagged a booth because your backpack and homework were still there from earlier.
"That's one good thing about being the middle child I guess," Jay stated after he had taken a bite of a tamale. "Not having to be the victim in one of these bomb situations."
You knew he meant, here, today, in Chicago and not overseas. And, you weren't about to wreck his joke by mentioning that.
"Yeah, but you had to work it," Will pointed out.
"Technically, you did, too, man. I think Y/N was the only one who got out of this without a payday."
Jay's phone rang. "Why's Dad calling me?" His eyes went wide. "Oh shit! I didn't tell him that I picked you up from practice." He threw his phone to Will, who narrowly caught it. "You talk to him!"
"Me? Why me?"
"Because he likes you better!"
"But he's calling you!"
You swiped the phone from Will's hand and answered it. "Jay? Do you know where Y/N is? I came home from work and--"
"Dad, it's Y/N. I'm fine. Jay picked me up from practice and I'm assuming you got a phone call about what happened at school and then he had to go to Med to work that case."
"Med? As in Chicago Med? Where Will just started working?"
"Yes, Dad, Chicago Med. And, we're fine. We're just a Mama Garcia's getting dinner."
"It's ten o'clock at night!"
"I know, and we should be home soon. I promise I won't complain about getting up in the morning."
"Okay, well, I'm glad you three are safe. Just next time, tell Jay to call me."
"Okay, Dad. Bye, love you."
"Love you, too."
You hung up the phone and passed it back to Jay. "He didn't disown me, did he?"
You laughed. "No, no he did not."
"Y/N, right?"
You looked up at the sound of your name to be met with a firefighter.
"Yes, and you are...?"
"Matt Casey." He stuck out his hand for you to shake and you did so. Despite hearing about him, you'd never actually met the lieutenant. "Chief Boden mentioned that you were the one who ran down to Med with all those extinguishers."
"Oh, it was no big deal," you told him shyly. "They're actually Mama Garcia's. I just heard you needed them, so I asked if I could run them over to you guys. It's her you should be thanking."
"Well, you played a big part in that. So, if you want a dessert, on behalf of me and all the guys at 51, it's on me tonight."
He handed you a ten-dollar bill. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it. You made up for your brother almost black-tagging Severide."
"You did what?" Jay practically yelled.
As for you, you had no idea what they were talking about. "What? What's black-tagging?"
"You know what? Never mind," Casey said. "Thanks for all your help today, you guys."
"You were the ones who got them extra fire extinguishers?" Will asked, flabbergasted after Casey walked away.
"Yeah. Jay here wasn't too happy about seeing me over there, but when I told him why he calmed down a bit."
Erin slid into the booth next to Jay and he gave her a kiss.
"Ew, guys! Child in the room!"
Jay stuck his tongue out at you.
"I think he's the child in the room, Y/N," Erin said as she thumbed at Jay.
"So, Y/N, anything else interesting happen today? How'd you do on that math homework I helped you with last night?" Will asked.
"I did really well on it, but that's not even the craziest thing that happened at school today."
"Oh, yeah? Then what was?"
Oh man," you sighed. "Where do I begin? I think to tell you that story I'm gonna need to go get me some Flan."
You picked up the ten-dollar bill Casey had given you and slid out of the booth. If someone would've told you that you'd be buying Flan at Mama Garcia's at ten o'clock at night on a school night, you wouldn't believe them, but it would be plausible at least. The rest of the day? Well, you weren't sure that anyone would believe that you and Jay had been at the location of not one, but two bomb threats in the span of a few hours.
Once you got your Flan, you settled back into the booth. "So, it started out like any normal practice except we had to go to the high school to use the track..."
A/N: Guess who cranked out more than 5k words to get this finished today? That's right, me! Anyway, thank you for almost 8k reads! I know this technically wasn't a PD episode (It was Chicago Fire Season 3 Ep 19), but it had both Will and Jay, and the timeline made it so that it was season 2 of PD, so I thought it was fitting. Finally, please reblog/like and comment and tell me what you think about this one!
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Reviewing all my phones simply because I wanna
*including the family phones because I have always been the poor soul that managed all of them regardless of age
Nokia 5110 (1998)
Ah the memories... When the phones were that. Phones. I was probably around 6 when we got that and I was still the one handling it because my parents aren't the most tech savvy people. It was a thick phone, which I actually like, it had 6 but good ringtones and of course it had Snake. That's all we cared about back then. Not as tough as its reputation because we had to change it after 2-3 years.
BTW: my mom insists we also had the famous NOKIA 3310 but I have no memory of it whatsoever. Well, it's not like my mom can tell models apart.
Motorola 120e (2002)
I wonder, what were we thinking as a family when we bought this object? The funny thing is that I am sure we bought it because we (mom) thought it looked pretty. It was slim, silver and UGLY AS HELL. The buttons were super dysfunctional, the screen was tiny and everyday the phone had one new bug. At some point after months? weeks? it simply died. Quietly, on its own. Nobody was sorry.
Sharp GX20 (2003)
Back when Sharp was trendy, this was one pretty phone and certainly the prettiest of the Sharp GXXX line. The design was simply beautiful, the main screen was huge, the main camera was way ahead of its time and you could take a selfie by looking at yourself in the external screen. The small screen would also show notifications, the time, pictures etc. The only nonsensical thing about this phone was that the maximum video and voice recording session was only 10 seconds or something. WTF
Sony Ericsson K750i (2005)
So if you didn't know it yet, here's the fact: K750i is the best phone ever created. The unsung hero. I saw an advertisement for it in a magazine and that was the first time I was fully manipulated by an ad. I wanted it so bad it was the only thing I was thinking about. I wasn't wrong. This phone proved the ultimate GOAT for its time. It was the direct predecessor of the walkman phones and it was in my opinion better because it specialized both in camera and music. The design was simply wonderful, with the silver back opening to reveal the lens. It was also as tough as any classic NOKIA and more. I bought it before 8th grade and kept it till my second year in university (8 years). It was still working fine but it was basically dissolving in my hands. My parents begged me to buy me a smartphone and my friends thought I was ridiculous. They couldn't understand. I am seriously considering buying a 3D model of this phone (it exists) just for the memories.
Alcatel OneTouch Pixi 3 (2015)
See this? This is the worst idiotphone someone had the audacity to create. Bought the gold one for mom because she only cares for looks and she wanted a "smart"phone to feel relevant (even though she can't even use the basic phones). Anyway, even I can't use that phone. Everything about it is bad. Bad responsiveness, bad interface, bad camera, bad screen, bad memory, bad battery, bad CPU EVERYTHING IS BAD There is literally not one good thing I can think about this phone. It's obviously a low-end device but what I mean is it is bad by low-end standards. Utterly horrible. I was tempted to throw it from the balcony quite a few times. If you want to kill time, go read reviews of this monstrosity.
Samsung Galaxy S5 mini (2014)
My personal initiation to the smartphone world was traumatic in the beginning as I had to buy this phone twice, because I lost the first one after a few months. However, the fact that I paid again for the exact same model is a hint about how much I liked that phone. Small, beautiful with changing skins, simple and so bloody functional. I have no complains whatsoever except the memory proved small for me after 5 years of filling it up. I bought a memory card and then Samsung fucked something up with the compatibility. My phone was broken. I spent a month trying to fix the software myself. I did it eventually. I still have it now but the battery drains in a few hours without touching it. I am heartbroken. I don't know if I should change the battery or it is because of the "touched" software I put in there. And it has become unbearably slow. I knew I had to swallow it and buy a new phone. But I knew, any phone I chose would always be an Android and preferably Samsung.
iPhone 12 mini (2020)
This... didn't go as planned. Let me explain myself. I am an Android fan, I love its interface and customization freedom. I hate everything about Apple. I don't like iphones either. BUT IT'S NOT MY FAULT THERE ISN'T ONE SINGLE NORMAL SIZED ANDROID PHONE IN THE MARKET. IT'S YOUR FAULT FOR APPARENTLY USING YOUR PHONES WITH YOUR FEET OR WHAT. I need a phone, not a freaking ear laptop. This was the only phone that could fit in my hand, only slightly larger than the S5 mini. I mean, it's not my ideal choice to sell a kidney for a phone, trust me. It's been several months and I dare say I am... okay with the iphone. I still prefer Android but I admit iOS is clean cut, so to speak. I hate how limited it is in customization and I hate that it literally burns like lava while charging or running a heavy app. But more than anything else, I hate how much Apple exploits its customers. An app that is free on Google Play can cost 10 bucks per month in Playstore. Let's not forget that I had to go buy chargers and cables separately to make my phone functional. Go fuck yourself Apple, honestly. It's a pretty phone but you don't deserve the hype. Camera is very good though. And the one thing that made me bond a little with this phone was that a friend pointed out it is a very "me" phone - it's admittedly a phone that when you see it, you will pick me out of a group of people as its likeliest owner. And so... I don't hate it that much. My concern is what will happen when I will have to buy a phone in the (hopefully distant) future... they don't make phones for my hands anymore. Actually, they don't make phones anymore period
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September 17: 3x07 Day of the Dove
I am incredibly discombobulated todayâusual weekend nocturnal shenanigans I guess! Anyway itâs somehow midnight. Gonna try to write up these note on the Classic episode The Day of the Dove in as efficient a manner as possible.
Hmm, a planet with wavy pink Fraggle plants. I like it already.
But where is Spock? Very suspicious.
I really appreciate Kirk giving a little speech to set up the overall question/issue for us. (I know he does this all the time with the Captainâs logs but this is out loud and so⊠more obviously expository.)
Oh no, itâs our old friendsâŠthe Klingons.
I will admit that this ONE TIME, the Klingon is being reasonable. Like, it is reasonable to think that Kirk and the Enterprise attacked his ship, given that his hip WAS attacked, and who else would it be?
Three years of peace between the Klingons and the Federation? That is inclusive of the show so all this tension must technically be âpeaceâ and also implies there was something more like a direct war going on, like, right before Kirk got the captaincy.
Zoolander voice: What is this, a colony of the INVISIBLE?
âWe have no devil. But we understand the habits of yours.â
No takers? No takers on the torture? No volunteers to be mercilessly tortured by the Klingons?
Star Trek Beyond could have had Kirk and Chekov bond over being brothers! I mean, to other people.
Theyâll kill 100 hostages at the first sign of treachery. He does know there are only 400-some people on the ship right? Maybe you should pace yourself, Kang.
Kirkâs so badass he needs MULTIPLE guns trained on him just to use the phone.
Oh-ho secret message to Spock. Which version of the iPhone will be capable of doing THAT?
The Klingons are âsuspended in transitâ is an awfully nice way of saying theyâre just dematerialized atoms in space. Philosophy major and/or Bones nightmare fuel.
How did Kang not see this coming, by the way? Like, he just says âIâm taking your ship now, me and my 6 men versus your 400-some men, and Iâll do this by simply declaring it to be so. Now letâs beam up to your ship, where Iâll be greatly outnumbered, and there are armed security guards all around me.â Guess heâs been reading The Secret!
WIFE AND SCIENCE OFFICER
Aka the most important part of this whole episode.
Kirkâs face is very ?????? You can have both????
Itâs legitimately not even important for her to be the science officer tbqh. Like that is so gratuitous. Thatâs just in there to drive me insane.
"We're prisoners, somehow, after I demanded to come on the ship, assuming they'd just give it to me without any kind of fight. How DID this happen?â
Federation death camps lolâsomeoneâs been watching Fox News.
I do kind of wonder⊠is this an actual rumor that goes around the Klingon homeworld or is it something that the alien entity put in her head specifically to make her angrier right now? I mean it really could be either.
I also appreciate this episode for being pretty much the only one to actually attempt to give the Klingons a reason for being as they are. The Romulans⊠maybe arenât well-described, but they do have a sort of regalness to them, appropriate for being related to Vulcans, and you can kind of imagine that they are the way they are because theyâre Vulcans without the intense self-control. Plus theyâre literally only in 2 TOS eps and in the second, the Federation are the aggressors. But the Klingons show up a half-dozen times only to be depicted each time as just like Cartoonishly Bad, aggressive, violent, and selfish for basically no reason. And I mean, some people really are!! But TOS has so much nuance in other places, that it always seemed a little disappointing to me that the Klingons are really just like âwell weâre just bad and we hate everyone and we really like killing I guess.â At least in this ep thereâs a little more added to that: that there is poverty on their world, that they feel aggrieved, that they feel unprotected, that taking and conquering is how they look after themselvesâŠ
I think thatâs later in the episode though.
Heâs detaining them in the LOUNGE lol. With their favorite dishes available to them to eat. Absolutely barbarous conditions.
I canât believe Chekov is hanging in the elevator with the cool kids. Like, one of these things really isnât like the others.
Kang is officially sure of himself for someone currently imprisoned in the lounge, that most fearsome of Federation death camps.
Hmm, could the glittery light alien have taken over??
You know what, that's a lot of tasks for Johnson to do all by himself: search the whole ship, fix the engines, and free 400 people.
Sulu would love this: everyone gets a sword!!
âBridge. I gotta show this to Sulu immediately.â
Klingons have maintained a dueling tradition. Thatâs interesting. Finally some characterization going on.
Spock is really living up to his logical nature today. Everyone else has gone off the emotional deep end and heâs like âhave you considered this completely rational explanation that accounts for the actual, observed facts??â
Whoops Chekov is actually an only child. Scratch that previous Beyond headcanon. (Interesting that his dead brother does really resemble Sam thoughâkilled on a research colony??)
Love that Sulu knows that about him though.
Oh, thatâs a pretty schematic picture of the Enterprise. I want that on a t-shirt.
Lol the pan out to the armory, now filled with⊠swords!!
Do ALL of these men have a fetish for swords? Sulu and fencing, Spock displaying swords in his quarters, and Kirk in his San Francisco apartment, and Scotty salivating over this Scottish blade.
âKlingon units.â
Finally Sulu gets his sword! Itâs what he deserves.
Love that the shiny light alien also has a fetish for swords.
Oh no, itâs our old adversary, an alien life force.
What is the alienâs purpose? Um, Iâm pretty sure its purpose is to start shit.
âAn appropriate choice of terms, Captain.â I donât even remember what this is referring to but I think itâs pretty clear that Spock is enjoying himself during a crisis again.
Bones, being so dramatic. Were there atrocities? Heâs talking about the Klingons as if they were literally hacking off limbsâitâs a few stab wounds here and there, chill.
Oooh, time to behave like military menâstrong words. (But I thought it wasnât the military?? @ S**** P****) (This might not even be my best argument, given the context of this episode, but Iâm sticking with it.)
This is like a giant game of capture the flag.
AU thatâs just about the Enterprise crew playing capture the flag with the Klingons.
Sulu in the background standing guard with his sword
Damn, turning on Spock with the slurs now!!
Spock was absolutely ready to kill him. Like he would 100% have taken him out with a blow to the head. And heâd been doing such a good job of not feeling the alienâs effects so far! Admittedly, that was a strong provocation though.
Honestly, I really like this scene. Itâs uncomfortable and tense and you can really see how the alien is bringing out the worst possible influences of their respective races. And I liked how Spock was definitely full on pre-Reform Vulcan for a minute there. It was a more effective portrayal of what that might have looked like than All Our Yesterdays tbqh.
A result of⊠stress?
Kirk got himself out of it first. Heâs so strong. He knows himself so well, he cannot be outsmarted by any alien.
âWeâve been taught to think in terms other than war.â
âThe alien brings out the worst of usâpatriotic drumbeatingâŠeven race hatred.â
Heâs so sad; he canât imagine thinking like that about Spock :(
Sulu in a Jeffries tube! A man of many talents. Itâs okay bb, take credit for turning on the lights.
The alien must have been getting bored. The Klingons must have been doing too well, and the playing field needs to be leveled for maximum shit-stirring.
âLetâs find that alien.â Thatâs how I ALWAYS feel.
Oh, Kang, youâre so closeââWhat power supports our battle but thwarts our victory.â So, so close to getting it.
ALIEN DETECTED.
Spock takes his sword, of course.
âJim.â Obligatory Jim moments hit differently when theyâre not so obligatory.
âJimâstop hitting my protĂ©gĂ©. And put that sword down.â
Kirk looks so sad, picking Chekov up to carry him bridal style.
Also in addition to ârace hatredâ I think we need to add ârape-y tendancesâ to the bad stuff that the alien is inspiring here.
âA brief surge of racial bigotry. Most distasteful.â Spock winning for understatement of the year.
They're assuming the alien is trying to test out their relative powers but I think it just wants entertainment. I mean, doesnât it look like a naughty little thing?
Maraâs outfit is⊠little shorts? Interesting. Usually not my style but she makes it work.
Spock doesnât even look at Johnson as he falls lol. Another one bites the dust.
âIt exists on the hate of others.â
What does this remind me of? Oh, the Vast of Night and the whole âaliens made us do every bad thing everâ conspiracy theory. At least this one makes more sense, in part because it is not quite so overwhelmingly broad!
All hostile attitudes must be eliminated, he says, and there's Mara right behind Kirk giving him a death stare lol.
Kang is so obviously posing. Google Earth, always taking pictures.
Only a few minutes before drifting forever in space becomes inevitable? Good thing Kirk works well under pressure.
âWell⊠do whatever you can, Scotty. You know the drill.â Doesnât even bother giving real directions anymore. Weâve been in this scenario before.
âSo we drift in space, with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.â
And the 392 people below just get toâŠlive in Enterprise prison, I guess.
Star date: Armageddon. So dramatic!
Iâm not even making that up; thatâs an actual quote. Can you imagine being an Admiral listening to this?
âStop the war now.â An actual line, really aired on television.
Spock wants to threaten the wife lol. That's the old pre-Reform Vulcan seeping through. Surak who?
Damn, Kang is cold. âEh, she gets the concept of being killed in battle.â Theyâre gonna need marriage counseling after this.
âThere is another way. Mutual trust and help.â Yes thatâs my hero!!
âNo one can guarantee the actions of another.â Canât remember the context of this entirely anymore, but great line.
The entity is loving thisâmulti-person choreographed sword fight!!
"Those who hate and fight must stop themselves. otherwise it is not stopped.â Another baller line. Spock has a lot of deep thoughts today. And so does Kirk. And Kang.
Kirk tries to reason with the alien. Nice try.
âShoo. Shoo, alien. Off the ship, go away.â
Omg that last momentâKang slapping Kirkâs back way too hard, Spockâs completely ridiculous wide-eyed expression when he does, like some sort of combo of amusement and confusion, and then Sulu just passing on by in the backgroundâŠ.
Then the alien just yeets itself into space. And thatâs the end!
Always feels weird when thereâs no wrap up on the bridge.
Also, what are they going to do with the Klingons? They have no ship. They really did come out of this a lot worse than Kirk and co. No ship, huge casualtiesâand no one to blame even, but the alien.
I feel like the alien messed up a little in killing so many Klingons. Like, it could have accomplished its purpose, angering the Klingons and turning them on Kirk, by attacking the ship a little less violentlyâyou know theyâd react to 5 deaths pretty much the same as 400, and then there would be many more people to fight forever and produce that sweet sweet anger!
Maybe the alienâs powers arenât strong enough to influence 800 people though. Also it wants equal forces and 800 people wouldnât fit on the Enterprise, one assumes. So it still makes sense.
That was, of course, an excellent episode. 100% agree with is classic status, even though the main things I remembered going in were the wife + science officer bit, and everyone laughing at the end in a really forced, fake way, in order to make the alien go away.
I thought the Klingons were a lot better/more interesting today than usual. First, I think Kang is a better character, or a better actor maybe, than the others; he has a certain way about him that is⊠more watchable, more sympathetic. And heâs always saying these really dramatic things that make it seem likely he writes patriotic Klingon war poetry in his off time. Also, including his wife made them seem more⊠not human obviously, but normal. Not just cardboard cut-out villains. And of course the actual lightly specific motivations I earlier mentioned helped too.
Also, the plotting was very good: it built up slowly but surely over time, so at first the alienâs influence wasnât that obvious, and then it became more so, and then it became horrifically obvious and extreme. And then you had to re-evaluate earlier moments: was that the alien changing facts in their heads, or a real part of the animosity between humans and Klingons? And it wasnât always clear, which I appreciated. The tension when the people were at their worst wasnât overdone, like in that moment with Scotty, Spock, and Kirkâor even in Chekovâs assault on Mara, tbh. The various strategies of the different sides were very entertaining too; there was never a dull moment, and they fit in a lot of straight-up actions and twists into 50 minutes.
The possible threat was truly terrifying, also: stuck in a space ship, forever, unable to die, feeling the worst possible emotions all the time, besieged, angered, despairing, fighting a war that canât be won, being injured and suffering only to recover and fight again, and it never stops⊠A perfect nightmare mixture of insanity and violence and pain. And the alien, in encouraging hatred and anger, doesnât discriminate between sides: they turn on each other just as much as on the Klingons, breeding paranoia and infighting. For eternity.
The episode also felt much more strongly anti-war than I remember tbh. Like it was not subtle. Kirk literally says âstop the warâ in so many words. He has a part in his speech where he talks about the possibility of other aliens out there, encouraging other wars. And while I do think âmaybe the aliens are making us do itâ is a cop out explanation, or would be if it were real, the scenario gave the show a lot of room to say, like, pretty ballsy things: to include âpatriotic drum beatingâ along with ârace hatredâ in a list of corrupting feelings they were experiencing; to show how the same instincts that lead to warring also lead to sexual assault and the aforementioned ârace hatred;â to reveal the true horror of an endless war by making the participants unkillable and sticking them in a singular space ship in the middle of nowhere; to imply that the combatants of war gain nothing from it, but outside or third-party entities will pull strings of their own design to profit from the conflict as long as possible; even to make an impassioned plea to camera to stop the endlessness of the conflict. Like I canât even totally unpack this but it is a lot!
Finally, it was also a great Kirk episode, which of course is my most important factor. Heâs smart; heâs strong; heâs so sure of himself and his values that he cannot be manipulated to mindless hatred, he represents the values of the Federation, and the show itself; he treats even his enemies with basic respect and humanity; and ultimately, he saves the day.
Okay I was not efficient in writing this up at all! It is very late!!
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Late Night Visitor
Summary: A mysterious stranger visits your balcony and accidentally leaves behind a priceless jewelry that they stole from a museum. Â
Authorâs Note: Iâm pleased to share the next story for @bnhabookclubâ Hero Camp Bingo event. The prompt I used was âCrime AUâ It took a while getting this done because of work stress and having slight writerâs block (plus I kept changing the storyâs direction). But really, it was because of how stressed/tired Iâve been the past few weeks. So, really sorry if it took forever posting another story.
Itâs also my first time writing for Hawks, so hopefully I did him justice! He was the first character that popped up when working with this prompt. Please enjoy!!
Word Count: 2.3K+
âAh! Hot, hot!â
Well, isnât this just great? Nothing like accidentally burning your tongue during dinner to remind yourself how impatient you areâdamn hunger. One hand flails to cool down your mouth. Steam dances above the hearty bowl of curry rice, the sweet smell of caramelized onions greeting your nose with a soft kiss. Bless the local 7-11 markets for selling quick and easy meals.
You sit criss-cross applesauce on the fluffy gray rug and scroll through social media for the millionth time. Itâs been a slow weekend as yesterdayâs news is recycled for todayâs news. A random show plays on the television, but you donât pay attention to the white noise. All your focus is on the phone, yet you still reach for another bite from your meal. How the rug stays clean during dinner nights at home is a complete mystery. Â
Sipping on your drink, you spare a glance at the balcony and do a double-takeâa stranger is crouching outside. You choke, âOh shit!â
Without thinking, you scurry behind the gray couch, not caring if the rug becomes messy. Your pounding heart is like a concert bass drum which echoes around the small apartment. The sound drowns out the showâs mindlessly chatter. Frightened eyes peek around the corner, and you whip back in full regret.
The person is still outside. Their back is facing toward the balcony door, and they are wearing a form-fitting black hoodie. Hands search for your phone, but they come up empty. Panic finally settles in when you realize itâs on the coffee table. Great, you moan as your head softly hits against the furnitureâis the door even locked?
Youâre faced with a dilemma: Do you stay out of sight until the stranger leaves or risk being seen while getting help? After much deliberation, you swallow a hard pill and growl at the ceiling, âIf Iâm doing this, I better not die!â
Youâre like a soldier crawling through the mud with a drill sergeant yelling down your neck. You snatch the phone off the table, but make the mistake of looking up at the sliding door. Everything comes to a screeching halt as curious gold eyes stare into your timid ones. The mysterious visitor becomes more intimidating thanks to the balaclava maskâit covers the lower half of their face.
The intense staring contest last for an eternity. You nearly rip off the loose strands on your rug when the stranger approaches closer; they stop when you back away. Taking pity on you, they jump over the balcony and disappear into the quiet night.
A sense of relief washes over you.
Who knows what could have happened to you? Maybe your mom was right about learning some self-defense; the pepper spray is not enough. As you stand and dust off your pants, a shiny light catches your attention; itâs coming from outside. You go against your better judgment and tiptoe toward the balcony.
Your jaw immediately falls to the floor when you spot an exquisite ruby pendant. A sparkling round diamond sits above the bright red gemstone, a slight tint of purple hue lurking underneath. Even the platinum metal chain carries an air of luxury. Itâs as if the gods carefully hand-crafted this entire jewelry themselves. In short, it is simple but elegant.
Sliding the door, you wonder if this is some kind of trap. After checking your surroundings, you swiftly pick up the accessory and snort, âThank you for making me feel poor.â
Fingers glide along the gemstoneâs perfect curves as you gaze at the sleeping neighborhood. Your mind goes wild: Who was the person with those haunting golden eyes? Why did they come to your balcony? And why in the world did they leave behind a beautiful masterpiece?
You have so many questions but very few answers. Â
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âSo, you didnât call the police?â
âUmâŠnoâŠ?â
âAnd why not?â
âIt was a mixture of being both scared and stupid.â
âOh myââ Fuyumi pinches the bridge of her nose. You twiddle your fingers like a guilty child and sink further into the booth. Fuyumi had her suspicions when you texted her to meet up at the usual coffee shop near your apartment. Itâs your go-to place whenever youâve done something questionable, which is ninety-nine percent of the time. Plus, the cafĂ© whips up the perfect batch of castellaâher favorite pastry. Â
Customers stroll in and out of the coffee shop as piano music plays softly in the background. Roasted coffee beans linger in the air, tempting your nose with its delicious aroma. Out of habit, you push the castella closer to Fuyumi as if that would help soften the blow. She exhales, âNext time, please call the police.â
âYes, mother,â you mumble much to Fuyumiâs displeasure, but she lets it slide. With the worst over, you bounce straight up and tap the table with an air of excitement. âOh! Hereâs the best part though, besides surviving a break-inââ
âThe person was outside your balcony.â
ââclose enough, but not really the point, okay?â Fuyumi rolls her eyes, and you fish out your phone to show her a picture. She takes a closer look as you ramble off. âAnyway, my late-night visitor left behind this gorgeous pendant! Why they were carrying this around is beyond me, and so carelessly too. Iâm no jeweler, but Iâm pretty sure those stones are worth a fortuneâstill beautiful, though.â
âYeah, and stolen!â The white-haired teacher hisses. You blink, wholly baffled at her extreme reaction. Fuyumi whips out her iPhone with two fingers flying above the screen. She shoves it toward you, your eyes skimming through the article. The news delivers a sharp slap across your face as the realization sinks in.
Oh noâŠ
Fuyumi bites her lip, âItâs The Grand Droplet, a priceless heirloom rumored to offer infinite life and prosperity. Police are saying the notorious thief, Hawks, stole the pendant last night from the Yutaka Jewelry Museum.â A few seconds later, she adds, âYou have the pendantââ
âShhhhhh!â A hand attacks her arm, your panicked eyes wandering around the coffee shop as if your cover got blown. No one turns their heads, but you shoot an annoyed glare at Fuyumi. âWhy donât you say it louder? I donât think the barista heard you!â
âIâm sorry! Itâs just,â she grips the tableâs edge and leans closer, âThis is serious! You have to bring the pendant to the authorities. See, this is exactly why you should have called the police last night! The longer you wait, the more guilty you look. Maybe youâll even become an accomplice to the crime.â
âYouâre not helping!â
âSorryâŠâ
You dramatically groan into your hands, âWhy did this happen to me?! When I said I wanted to live like Larry, I didnât mean this!â
âI know,â Fuyumi pats your head and sneaks a bite of her delicious treat; her phone chimes beside you. She checks the message before flashing an apologetic stare. âListen, I have to take care of something with my family, but I hate to leave you like this.â
âNo, itâs okay. I can handle this myself,â you pathetically convince her. âIâm sure nothing bad will happen, knock on woodââ
âThe table is metal.â
âI said what I said!â Your fist aggressively pounds the table, scaring off some customers. A mother hastily pushes her child away from the chaotic scene. You calm down and sigh, âI promise to call you if Iâm in danger, okay?â
âOkay.â
You nod before whispering, âSorry, table.â
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The walk back home is anything but relaxing. You are on high alert, throwing suspicious glances at anyone coming too close to you. They could be undercover cops waiting to ambush you and interrogate your poor soul for hours until the necklace reappears.
But I didnât do anything! Iâm a good noodle!
You sigh as the key unlocks the door, your shoes flying off by the entrance. Fortunately, you hid the pendant in a safe place. All you want to do is get rid of this jewelry; it brings nothing but trouble.
Marching down the hallway, you grumble under your breath, âStupid Hawks, and his stupid stealing habits.â
Everyone knows about the infamous Hawks. He strikes when one least expects him to, and somehow successfully evades capture after every heist. But Hawks always leaves behind his signature red feather as a little present for authoritiesâit never fails to rile them up. Hopefully, the cops show some mercy when you explain what happened. Maybe you should work on your puppy dog look before heading downtown, which might help you score a few sympathy points.
You find the burgundy jewelry box sitting on the closetâs top shelf and breathe a sigh of reliefâthe pendant is still inside. Not wasting precious time, you close the lid and exit your room. A soft click makes you freeze.
Standing by the balcony door is Hawks, who wears a black jacket with a white shirt underneath. His ashy blonde hair is lazily slicked back, a few strands sticking here and there like no tomorrow. Surprisingly, he lowers the balaclava mask and flashes a boyish grin, ââBout time you came home! I was getting bored out there.â
âHow did youâwait, never mind. You break into high-security places to steal things for a living,â you say, shifting the jewelry box onto your right grip. âListen, as much as I would like to stay and chit-chat, my day is fully booked. Canât really cancel on these people, ya know?â You slowly tiptoe backward, an awkward laugh ringing through the air. âLetâs do a rain check; Iâm free next week. Okay? Okay! See yaââ
âHold it!â You halt on his order, a curse slipping out your mouth. Hawks strides across the floor, and you clutch the box closer to your chest. You feel as though your feet are glued to the ground, the nerves growing stronger once Hawks stands only a few feet away. He crosses his arms and nods at the box, âWhatcha got there?â
âOh, itâs nothing special, really.â
âCan I take a look?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âUm, because I donât want to, thatâs why,â you childishly snap and send him a dismissive wave. âNow, shoo! Youâre wasting my precious time.â
Hawks chuckles at your feisty attitude. He finds this whole ordeal extremely amusing. You know who he is, you know of his reputation just like everyone else in Japan. And yet, you keep on swinging like a boxer with your witty responses. Still, he has a job to finish. âIâm not leaving until you give me that pendant.â Â
âWell, I hope youâre paying for half the rent because thereâs no way in hell Iâm giving it to you, Mr. Thief.â Two seconds later, you add, âBesides, itâs not even yours!â
âItâs not yours either.â
âOh!â You give him a fake laugh, pointing one finger at your chest. âSo the thief is criticizing me for having something thatâs not mine? How rich.â
âYouâre lucky I find you cute, but,â Hawks dangerously invades your personal space without giving you a chance to stop him. From far away, he doesnât appear tall. However, Hawks somehow towers over you, which makes you involuntarily squeak. A wicked glint shines through his golden eyes as he studies your unique facial features. You suddenly forget to breathe when his eyes glance at your lipsâdamn him.
Hawks plucks the box from your loose grip. The hypnotic spell comes crashing down, and you loudly snarl, âHey! Give it back!â
âSorry, Dove,â Hawks keeps you at armâs length, his gloved hand giving your shoulder a soft squeeze as he smirks, âI got a buyer whoâs willing to pay a hefty price for this beauty. Of course, you are way more stunning, but he doesnât need to know that.â
âQuit charming me!â Youâre a blushing mess now and throw a pillow at him; he easily dodges it much to your dismay. Hawksâ cackles bounce off the wall, which makes you scowl. His fingers slide the balcony door open, and he tastes sweet freedom.
âFarewell, Dove!â
You have a deja vu moment when Hawks jumps over the edge. Your legs rush outside, and eyes frantically search the streets, but itâs no useâthe thief is long gone. One hand slaps your forehead as you stupidly let him get away with the jewel. Feeling like a deflated balloon, you whip out your phone and make a quick call.
âFuyumiâŠyeah, the pendant got stolen again.â
Stupid thief.
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You collapse on the couch with as much grace as an inexperienced dancer who steps on peopleâs toes. Work left you exhausted, but youâre glad itâs almost the weekend. Youâll definitely sleep in and have a lazy day on Sunday. Itâs what you deserve after meeting tight deadlines and also talking to the police about Hawks.
Fortunately, they do not blame you for anything, much to your relief. Itâs been about a week since Hawks broke into your apartment to steal back the Grand Droplet. Police have no luck locating him; they believe the thief is lying low until itâs safe enough for him to strike again. Where exactly is anyoneâs guess.
A knock disrupts your thoughts.
It comes from the balcony, and you jump to your feet. No one is outside, although a flash of red catches your eye. Lo and behold, itâs Hawksâ signature feather with a small note attached. Oh, how lovely, you think before snatching the gift off the floor. Your pet name is affectionately written across the paper. You hate yourself for finding Hawksâ calligraphy impressive, but proceed to read the note.
Sorry for cutting our convo shortâhad a deal to close. No hard feelings, though, right? If anything, Iâll make it up to you, Dove. Besides, you still owe me that rain check.
See ya soon!
-H
You donât bother biting back your smile.
Guess youâll be seeing Fuyumi at the coffee shop again.
Fourth prompt is crossed off. Which one will be next? Stay tune! Thank you for reading!Â
Previous prompt: CuddlesÂ
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Close My Eyes(2)
I close my eyes and I make believe Youâre the one thatâs holding meâŠ
Pairing: WillNE x Reader
Word Count: 3.1k+
Pronouns: She/Her
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"You really want my honest opinion?â
Will and Y/n sat side by side in front of his desk as YouTube had been pulled up on his computer screen.
"Yup,â Y/n gave a small nod as her eyes watched the screen scroll down through Willâs homepage.
"I think youâre being a bit harsh on Gaby. She was just trying to look out for you,â Will stopped scrolling and looked to Y/n.
"Was I just being bitchy?â Y/n let out a small sigh.
"Well, I wasnât there so I canât decide that for you. But from what Iâve heard, Iâm just assuming you were just being a little bit sensitive,â Will gave a small shrug, looking back to his computer screen.
"Maybe it was just the engagement butterflies,â y/n replied. Will didnât say anything, all he could do was focus on refusing to allow himself to cringe.
After a few moments of looking for random videos to react to, Will and Y/n had decided to watch a couple of 90 Day Fiance videos. With a lineup of five videos, Will turned on his camera and began his usual intro.
"Right, Hello! Howâs it going? Welcome back to the-â
Will had only just begun his intro when a soft tug came from the top of his head, pulling the black beanie off his head to show his messy bed head.
Will looked to Y/n, seeing the girl place the beanie on her own head. "Yeah, so I plan on wearing this for the entire video.â
"Oh, okay-â Will had paused, his voice cracking. Y/n let out a small laugh. The butterflies in Willâs stomach had only increased from her laugh. âGod, youâre gorgeous.â
Will cleared his throat before he began to speak again, "Alright then, but youâve just exposed how lazy I actually am.â Will had motioned to his hair, which seemed to never have met a hairbrush in its life.
Y/n merely stood up and walked out of the room.
"N/n? Where you going?â Will called after her, turning in his seat.
Y/n didnât reply, only to walk back into the room moments later with a hairbrush in hand.
"Did you go into my bathroom to find a hairbrush?â Will let out a playful scoff.
"Yes, now shush,â Y/n smiled, turned the brunette back around to face the camera. For what felt like forever, Y/n had brushed out Willâs hair, fixing it up. While y/n was busy with that, Will had opened up a new window, pulling up Instagram. Soon enough, Y/n had finished up and sat back down next to her dear friend.
Will looked into the screen of his camera, seeing himself. "Holy shit, Y/n⊠it looks great.â
"I know,â Y/n gave a nod as she watched him.
"Anyways, today we have y/n here to watch some good olâ 90-day fiance,â Will immediately went back into his intro as Y/n gave a small wave to the camera.
The pair had ended up watching the first two videos on big Ed.
"Big Ed honestly scares me quite the bit,â Y/n had spoken up just as they had finished the third video.
"I can understand why,â Will chuckled. âYouâre a gorgeous young lady, Ed here would probably come after you telling you to shave your legs.â
'Did I just call her gorgeous?'
"Yo-â
Before Y/n could continue what she was saying, she had been stopped by the sound of her phone ringing. Everett was calling.
"Sorry for not turning off my ringer⊠do you mind if I take this?â Y/n let out a small sigh.
"Itâs⊠itâs alright, go ahead,â Will gave a small shrug, pulling out his own phone.
Y/n had left the room, only to walk into the hallway as she picked up the phone.
"Y/n, where are you?â
Y/n sucked in a breath as soon as she heard her fianceâs voice. He was clearly very upset. âIâm hanging out with⊠Will. Weâre working on a video together.â
"Are you joking?â Everett quickly shot back, "if he posts a video with you in it, how will that make me look? Like a fool. My fiance is hanging around other men and not even bothering to tell me of her whereabouts.â
"Iâm sorry, Ev. Willâs just a friend, nothing more,â Y/n let out a soft sigh as she leaned against the wall.
"I want you to come home right now. Just the thought of you hanging around him annoys me. You could be cheating on me at this very moment and I could never know,â venom was laced in Everettâs voice as he spoke.
"Well, if I could just finish the video with Will and he post-â
"Just come home, Y/n. Like I told you,â Y/nâs fiance had finally snapped, slightly raising his voice. Y/n flinched, pulling the phone away from her ear.
"Alright, alright⊠Iâm on my way,â Y/n had quickly hung up, walking back into Willâs bedroom.
Will turned in his seat to look back at Y/n, "You ready to film again?â
"Iâm sorry, Will. I have to go⊠Everett needs me,â Y/n bit her lip.
'I really donât want to go. I just want to waste the day away filming with you.â
"Oh⊠okay then⊠Do you want me to walk you back to your car?â Will replied. There was some type of emotion on his face that Y/n couldnât properly read.
'Please donât go back to that jackass. Stay with me.â
"No, itâs alright,â Y/n gave a small shrug. "You should get started on refilming⊠or just continuing the video we had already started filming."
'Thereâs nothing more Iâd like than having you walk with me. But I donât want there to be any chance someone spots us and Everett gets mad.â
"You sure?â
'I honestly donât think I could be in the mood for filming once you leave.â
"Yeah⊠Iâll see you later.â
'God, I wish I could stay.â
"Yup, have fun with your fiance.â
'I fucking hate him.â
Y/n let out a small giggle, âIâll try to.â
'Please make me stay.â
With that, Y/n headed out of the room still wearing Willâs beanie, her smile fading as soon as Will could no longer see her.
A week had passed by since when Y/n and Will had tried to film a video together. Anytime Will had tried to text or call Y/n, sheâd only end up texting back something that wasnât even a full sentence and sheâd never bother to pick up. This had only made Will much more stressed than he had to be.
"Maybe sheâs just been busy lately, Will,â Alex had pulled Will out of his thoughts as soon as he mentioned 'sheâ.
Will was on a Discord call with the other Eboys, they had just been chatting about whatever came to mind and future plans for the Eboy channel.
"Yeah, busy fucking her fiance,â Will let out a dramatic scoff.
"Will, calm down. I told you that sheâs probably just in love with the idea of love. Sheâll get over Conway before the wedding even comes close to happening,â George had commented.
"Wait, Iâm actually confused here. Is there something going on between Will and Y/n?â James added on. James being James, he had never realized that Will had been crushing on his best friend, while both George and Alex had figured it out quicker than they should have.
"Will had been crushing on Y/n since forever,â Alex summarized.
"Wait, and so you never told me Will, but you told both George and Alex?â James had asked his second question.
"No, they had just found out about it on their own,â Will let out a deep sigh.
"I⊠I actually think you and Y/n would look cute together,â James had merely given a shrug even though the rest of the boys couldnât see him.
"Same here,â George had claimed after James had finished up talking.
"I honestly think all of us think thatâs the pair of you would be a good couple, Will,â Alex had also pointed out.
At this point, Will had been listening to his friends while he stared at the iPhone he held in his lap. Y/nâs texts had been pulled up. He scrolled through, rereading their conversations.
"Honestly, I think you should just say fuck it and tell her how youâre feeling,â James spoke.
Will looked up from his phone to his computer, "Are you kidding? Sheâs engaged, James. Sheâd reject me right away and everything would be awkward between us.â
"Well, at some point youâll have your chance, Will,â George let out a sigh.
Will only shook his head, looking back to his phone.
'Should I tell her?â
âOkay so, welcome back to the Eboys channel. Today Iâm with-obviously the rest of the Eboys,â George had begun speaking to his camera. The boys had decided to film another video of the Eboys channel.  Will had let out his usual laugh of joy as George had done the intro. âPlease say hello.â At the same time, James, Alex, and Will had ended up waving to their cameras, let out their âhellosâ in different tones. âAnd today, weâve done a green screen challenge. Now, who wants to explain what a green screen challenge is?â George had quickly finished his intro, beginning to speak about the topic of todayâs video. âProbably you because youâre doing the intro mate,â Will had responded. Just as he spoke, his phone buzzed. Y/n had texted him. N/N: Proud to say I still have your beanie. A small smile came across Willâs lips as he quickly typed back; 'Jokes on you, I have plenty more.â âYeah, I think you should do it,â James commented, pulling Willâs attention back to the video. Alex had let out a slight wheeze from James as Will continued his laughing. âBasically, what weâve done is weâve recorded ourselves in front of our green screens, sent the footage to each other and basically come up with whatever we can,â George had tried to be quick once more in explaining what was going to happen. âGood explanation, George,â James had smiled to his camera, dramatically clapping. âIâm not good at explaining things but-â âSo like the screen is like green and you like get rid of it,â Alex had cut George of, mimicking him in a snottish tone. Soon enough the boys got into reacting to each otherâs videos and of course, some of them they absolutely could not put into the actual video. The rotation of whoâs videos theyâd watch first had gone from Will, who had made his videos quite chaotic in the best ways possible. Alex had gone after Will, his videos had been much more low-quality editing compared to Willâs but they were still hilarious. It was now Jamesâ turn, and of course, all his videos had been more much darker than what the others had expected⊠except for one video. Will was on screen with a giant smile, âHi, Iâm WillNE. And this turns me on.â Behind him was a photo of Y/n. Will had turned red as soon as the video had played. Each member of the Eboys beside him was laughing. George had even fallen out of his seat. âI donât think we can even put that video-â âOf course we can!â Alex had cut Will off in between his wheezes, âthe internet knows Y/n.â âI-â âIf you want to keep the video in say 'Iâ,â James had cut off Will. All three of the boys had quickly said their 'Iâsâ before Will had gotten the chance to intervene. âAlright, looks like this clip will be staying in the video,â George had finally ended up back in his seat, readjusting his glasses. âFans are gonna be wild about this one,â James added on. Immediately, Alex and George had gone back to laughing hysterically. For what felt like forever they had known about Willâs crush, and to have a video like this online was gonna end up making the fans go even more wild about shipping Will and Y/n than they had already been. âLetâs just pray she doesnât watch this video,â Will let out a long breath, glancing at his camera with a worried look in his eyes.
Y/n found herself laughing along with the boys as she had gotten to the video of Will saying that she turned him on. Soon enough the boys had ended up posted the Green Screen video and of course the boys had stayed with their word that the video of Will would go into the final cut. Y/n had scrolled to the comments as the video continued to play, seeing all the different comments. (Ship name) IS ENDGAME I guess weâre all going to hell for laughing at Jamesâs edits If Will and Y/n donât end up together I will literally kms George kinda hot doe Will not wanting the video of him saying Y/nâs hot is such a sub move Y/n giggled to herself as she read what the fans had to say. âMaybe I should just leave one commentâŠâ She found herself typing away for a second or two before she had finally hit the 'commentâ button. WillNE being turned on by Y/n L/n? This is some real tea boys Y/n  had found herself replaying just the small bit of Will saying she turned him on. Why? Oh, she had no clue. Maybe she was just intrigued? But whatever it was, Y/n didnât want to stop hearing Will say that about her, even if James was the one who had ended up editing it. âDarling, what are you looking at?â Y/n had flinched, shutting off her phone just as she had heard her dear fiance. He was standing behind her as she sat on the couch of their living room. âJust watching some YouTube,â Y/n had given a small smile. âOh really?â Everett moved to sit next to her, âwhat exactly were you watching?â âJust a Memeulous video,â she gave a small shrug. âMay I see your phone please?â Everett placed his hand out expectantly as his beady eyes stared at her. With a small sigh, Y/n had handed her phone over. Without hesitation, The raven-haired man had opened her phone. He had to know her password, she wasnât allowed to keep her phone locked away from him. As soon as the phone unlocked, the video had begun playing again. 'Hello, Iâm WillNE and this turns me on.â Everettâs grip on the phone tightened. âThis is the type of videos you enjoy watching?â His voice had deepened, âyou enjoy watching your male friend say that heâs sexually attracted to you when youâre engaged to someone?â âEverett, itâs not like that-â âThen explain to me, Y/n!â Everett had snapped angrily, pushing the phone into Y/nâs face. âBecause it looks like youâd prefer to have this fool over me!â At this point Everett had raised his voice, making Y/n flinch. âItâs just a joke-the boys are just playing around-â âStop defending them,â Everett had yelled, keeping the phone pointed into Y/nâs face. âYouâre supposed to be my wife soon, not Willâs!â âI know! Iâm sorry-â âOh shut up,â Everett stood up, still holding onto Y/nâs phone. âIf youâre smart, youâll behave. Until then, youâre not getting your phone back anytime soon.â At this point, Y/n had already started crying. She had ended up balling herself up, sitting on the edge of the couch. She felt like shit. Everett found himself walking into their room, slamming the door shut, causing the door frame to shake. He had quickly locked the door and sat at his desk, opening up his laptop. 'This jackass dares to try and take whatâs mine,â he had thought to himself as he began to google everything he could possibly find on his enemy. After around an hour or two, Everett had ended up collecting a handful of information. His name is Will Lenney and his birthday is March 11, 1996. He had known Y/n since forever and his fanbase had loved the thought of them being a couple together. He had played a charity game of football and he has over 3 million subscribers. The more Everett knew, the more he hated Will. Soon enough, he had found himself on YouTube with 'WillNE and Y/nâ in his search bar. There were tons of videos. But a certain video had caught his eye. âWill and Y/n acting like a married couple for 6 minutes straight.â Everettâs blood boiled as he clicked onto the video. The video began with a short clip of Will and Y/n dancing together from the time they had been invited to a party. They both were single at the time and had decided to go together. The dance had been sweet and gentle as Willâs hands had been placed on Y/nâs hips while Y/n leaned her head against his shoulder. The video had continued on to another scene where Alex, Will, and Y/n all sat in front of a MacBook on a white couch. Will had ended up laughing hard at something on Willâs computer, having him throw his head into Y/nâs lap. Y/n smiled down at him and had gently brushed her fingers through his hair. 'I think Iâm just gonna stay like this for the rest of the video,â Will had hummed, closing his eyes. 'Iâm alright with that,â Y/n giggled. The video had changed again. This time Will and Y/n sat in a room together at a desk, Y/n had been explaining something about 'stage kissing.â Gently, Y/n brushed her fingers onto Willâs lips and leaned in. 'Wait so weâre not gonna actually kiss?â Will had interrupted. 'Yeah, but you also get clickbait,â Y/n hummed with a playful smile. Everett slammed his Macbook shut. He felt sick. All this time Will had been messing around with his girl, even before they had been together. 'I need to know what she has to say about this,â Everett stood up, unlocking the door. As soon as he had stepped into the living room, his eyes glazed over the scene. She was gone. Everett was quick on his feet, continuing to look around for there to be any chance that she was still in the apartment. Nowhere. She was nowhere. With a loud sigh, Everett pulled out his phone and quickly dialed the one person who would know where sheâd be. âWhat do you want, Conway?â Gabyâs irritated one could be heard. âIs she with you?â âNo, sheâs not. And 'sheâ has a name,â Gaby could be heard scoffing loudly. âWhatever. Do you know where she is?â âI have a couple of guesses but Iâm not gonna tell you.â âTell me or Iâll revoke your wedding invitation,â Everett growled. That hit a nerve. Gaby and Y/n had been looking all over for a nice maid of honor dress for her to wear and Gaby had soon enough found a couple she actually liked. âSheâs probably at Willâs home or something,â Gaby let out a long sigh. âWhere is that?â âWhy should I-â âIâll gladly take you off the guest list.â Within minutes, Everett was in his car driving off to take back his bride.
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Amethyst - Third Chapter
Pairing: Eggsy x Agent!Reader
Word count: 1960 (a big one!!! Yay!!!)
Warnings: swearing, Roxy mention (bc she deserved more), readerâs character being a rebellious lil shit, Eggsy being kinda dumb (oh well this is all kinda narrated by his point of view, thereâs no way to not expect that, right?!)
Chapter synopsis: so, we know that the bomb had Eggsyâs name on it, but.... what the hell is actually happening?
A/N: GUYS IM BACK AND IM SORRY!!!! Iâve written (and revised) this more than six months ago, but I absolutely hated how I made Eggsy a dumb character, so I spent all this months putting this story aside to fix it later... but I love it so much and this week I watched Spies are Forever and oh well.... idk, its been too long, but Iâm posting this anyway.
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Eggsy didnât expect to find another person other than Harry and Merlin at the Kingsmanâs meeting room. And what he definitely didnât expect was for the person to be a beautiful Chinese woman laughing and having a drink with Harry Hart. The young man felt like he was invading a private moment, and had the sudden urge to grab y/n by the arm to show her the new victorian-style sconces he chosen for the rebuilt hallway.
But before he could say anything, y/n had already tapped the doorpost, making their presence known. The middle-aged woman talking to Harry glanced at the two young agents, giving the girl a sly smile.Â
âIâm glad to know you didnât punch Mr. Unwin on your way here, y/nâ she said, as Eggsy went straight for his chair on Harryâs right side.
âI wouldâve if you didnât send me that textâ The girl had moved to the womanâs side, backing up to the wall for support. She never made mention of pulling a chair.
âWell, y/n, I take as you already know Harry.â Said the woman, gesturing to the older man, who smiled sweetly. Yes, thatâs right. Harry SMILED.
âOf course, The Great Harry Hart, the man of a thousand missions;â when Eggsy thought he couldnât get more confused, y/n pulled this. âEverybody at the headquarters knows who you are.â And some - fucking â how, she sounded genuine, and not witty or arrogant as she appeared to be. Was that⊠admiration?
Seeing Eggsyâs confused expression, the older woman gave him a small smile, welcoming, but not too sweet; just like an agent is used to do.
âGalahad, Iâm Yijun, or as my agents â or people who canât bother to learn how to pronounce it - call me, Circe. Iâm the head of Amethyst, the agency that y/n works for.â
Eggsy must have looked very confused, because Harry intervened, while pouring two more drinks, giving him one and sliding the other across the table, towards y/n.
âYijun is an old friend, we met some weeks after she came from China. I was already a Kingsman, and was trying to bring her into the organization â just like I did with you â when she was recruited as an Amethyst trainee.â
âYou knew?â Started Eggsy, a little bit of irritation shaping his words. After agent Whiskey, he knew better than not to trust Harry. But he couldnât help the feeling of being a pawn. âWhy did you let me go after her then?â
âI didnât know the agent who saved you was y/n. All I knew was that she was an Amethyst, since the intervention was fast and clean.â
â-almost clean;â Yijun turned her chair to y/n, who was taking a sip out of her drink, still leant against the wall. âIf Morganâs work were perfect, you wouldnât be able to find her.â
âNobodyâs perfect, but I try my best.â She shrugged. ââm still your best agent tho.â
âPlease,â Merlin entered the room, an IPad in hands, ready to the briefing. âput the blame on me for being able to hack into almost anything, including Londonâs surveillance cameras. She did a wonderful job.â
Merlin stopped right in front of y/n, extending his hand for a handshake. She grabbed it immediately.
âMiss Le Fay. Hope our codenames wonât be a problem.âÂ
âI donât see why, Sir Merlin. The witch from who I borrowed my name could very easily have been Merlinâs apprentice.â
No awkward pressure thing, from what Eggsy could see. Why were his interactions with her so bloody awful? For godâs sake, y/n was joking with Merlin!
It took him a moment to remember what history the two were referring to: Morgan Le Fay was a witch in King Arthurâs story, from where Kingsman got their codenames. Depending on the version, she can be portrayed as Merlinâs enemy, responsible for the death of King Arthur or as a powerful good woman, that had healing powers and could shape shift. For an organization like Amethyst, Eggsy supposed the second option was the one they had in mind.
Merlin greeted Yijun with a respectful âmaâamâ before selecting something on his device, the projection of a document showing up on the wall above y/n.
âThe techs over Amethyst sent us their reports on missing people, and turns out the man who you two,â Merlin looked at Eggsy and y/n. âsaw is Adrian Bell. Seven months ago, he apparently went on a trip to India, but his family didnât hear about him after he left. He never showed up on the airport camera footage.â
âSo... he planned to disappear?â Interfered Eggsy.
âApparently, yes. But thereâs a problem.â Merlin changed the projection, it now being a series of pictures, especially ones where Bell hugged his family tightly, his wife crying, and his kids glued to his leg. It looked like a reunion. âHe doesnât remember anything and woke up asking for his family. His last memory was being in a bar and passing out. He thinks that he was in an alcoholic coma.â
Eggsy was about to ask a lot of questions, but Merlin had started talking again, while taking two Kingsmanâs RayBans out of his pocket, giving each woman a pair.Â
âIâve made a partnership with the group of cooperative organizations led by Amethyst, also called D.E.A.R; Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst Relations -â Introduced Merlin, but Eggsy wasnât really paying much attention to him.Â
Instead, he was observing y/n, who hesitantly spun the glasses in her hands, analysing it, differently from Yijun, who just put them on right away. Her mouth twitched on the side, and she started to bite her tongue, as if trying to distract and put herself together. Y/n put them on, but kept looking down for some seconds, before fixing her posture and raising her head, crossing her arms, still leant against the wall on one shoulder.
It was quite weird seeing y/n wearing the glasses. Even though she had noting that could possibly remind him of Roxy, Eggsy couldnât stop the deja vu of his best friend. A sad smile adorned his lips. He missed her.
A Kingsman-style hologram of a young 16-year-old girl appeared sitting on one of the chairs, big extravagant round sunglasses framing her face along with bright pink streaks on her brown hair. Although she was a teenager (and dressed like one, in a jean jacket and a white tee that said âgirl powerâ in red), she sat perfectly straight, very professionally.
âGood evening, gentlemen. Iâm Tonks, Emeraldâs tech and field agent. I just came back from an information gathering mission.â which, as a previous Emeraldâs agent, y/n knew was just a fancy description for attending parties. Nothing too dangerous, especially for Emeraldâs missions, that were more based in socialization and keeping an eye on people. Actually, y/n was impressed that Tonks had something substantial to report (especially to Kingsman) in a high school party. âA group of unmatchable individuals seems to be working together, all of them acting really uncharacteristic and very patronized. I detected the group spiking other teenâs drinks. I managed to intervene and get a sample of it. Agent Spellman also reported a strange movement, alike the one I observed, with a college group. We sent the samples to our biotechs, and the lab concluded it was a modified Mikey Pinn.â The girl grabbed her phone and sent something, the IPhone message sound reverberating through the room. âNow you have access to our outhouse cameras, Merlin.âÂ
Merlin quickly changed the projection above y/n to eight squares of video that showed each teen in one small room, some asleep on the beds, some walking around nervously, and one passed out on the floor. Tonks started talking again.
âSpellman and I brought the group of high school and college students to our outhouse. Whatever drug theyâre on soon will wear off, and then weâll be able to analyse what happened to them.â
âWas that the first ever occurrence on your field, Tonks?â Asked Yijun, and then turned to the Kingsmanâs, explaining; âEmerald agents that work on high schools usually only have to get in action to stop violence and abuse at their missions. Situations like what weâre dealing with right now is uncharacteristic.â
âNo, Boss. Some students stopped going to classes suddenly, but we checked: they all were confirmed on exchange programs abroad. Apparently, they never went.â
Y/n wasnât leant on the wall anymore. Sheâd walked to the table, bent over it, hands open, pressed on the cold wood, all her attention on Tonks. Tension.
âWho were the kids? High school and college. Why choose them?â She said.
Tonks flipped through her phone, messaging Merlin more documents - the ring once again filling the room - before answering.
âA rugby player, two perfect grade kids and a foreign student were the high school kids. Apparently, itâs a pattern: physically strong people and awarded students that stand out for their knowledge of exact sciences.â
âHave you tracked were they were drugged the first time?â Continued y/n.
âNot yet, but...â
âI did;â said Merlin, suddenly, typing on his IPad.
A new image showed up on the wall. The front of a bar that looked like it used to be fancy ten years ago. Now, the paint was coming off the walls, and the huge opaque black doors were rusted, chains and a big old padlock kept them closed. It had no name on the outside, only a broken light up waning crescent moon, just the inferior part working, shining in a weak yellow light.
Eggsy knew the place. Actually, every teen and young adult in London knew Moonz: the flat broke bar that let underage kids come in and drink. You didnât even need a fake ID, they would pretend to not be able to do math and let kids in. In some months, it became domain of teens, turning into a considerably safe place for them to get drunk and party. Also, it was the cheapest place to get booze.
But the underage drinking caused a bigger problem; since it was illegal, the neighbourhood didnât have a lot of cops because the owner kept them away. Consequently, Moonzâs location became a centre of violence, kidnapping, and other heavy crimes.
The young Galahad saw y/n turn to the projection in slow motion, the act of being casual being thrown out of the window. For Eggsy, she looked like a robot who got rebooted and installed a completely different system of command. When she spoke again, her voice was strong and deep.
âTonks, do you know when it started?â
âIt?â Asked Eggsy.Â
âThe kidnappings.â Y/n answered. âThe fact that they were drugging others looks like it was a kidnapping system. In this context, those kids were ârecruitingâ more teens.âÂ
Tonks checked her phone.
âNo, Morgan. We couldnât track it. They apparently are the first ones to come back.â
âShit.â Y/n paced around the room. âBoss, permission to do an observation and protection mission at Moonz.â
âPermission grantedâ nodded Yijun âtake Galahad with you.â
âYi, I donât think the gentlemen can pass as a teenager.â Y/n had stopped walking. She looked straight into Eggsyâs eyes. âWith all due respect...â
Yijun shook her head.Â
âYou know there are other ways to get him inside undercover.â
Y/n ran her fingers through her hair, taking a deep breath. Eggsy could almost hear her thinking âFuck. Fine.â.
âCâmon Galahad, weâve got a job to do.â
Eggsy and Y/n were almost out of the room when Yijun called her agent again.
âOh and Y/n.â The girl turned around. âDonât engage. Iâll send Emerald agents to protect the kids, but you and Galahad canât have your covers blown up. Do. Not. Engage. Do you understand?â
All Y/n did was nod slightly.
If you made it to here, thank you so much! I hope it was worth your time! Some feedback would be appreciated, I really wanted to see if you liked this (dumb) Eggsy Iâm presenting.... If you donât want to be in the taglist anymore, I totally understand! Just message me :)
Also!!!! Feel free to message me any questions about the fic and this chapter! I have some fun reasons for choosing those codenames and Diamond, Emerald and Amethyst as the names for the organization!
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hi, i'm fairly new to witchcraft and i was wondering if you could give me some tips on getting started/link me to reputable sources? i'd hate to accidentally disrespect someone or something.
Hey there! Thanks for your ask. Don't worry too much about the fear of treading somewhere you shouldn't be if you remember this metaphor: Witchcraft is going to be a unique experience to you and it's going to feel a lot like you are building something with a structure, like a house. Everyone's path is kind of like their own house. As long as you don't break into someone's house, or even someone's neighborhood (especially the neighborhoods with a lot of fucking theft and trespassing) then you are good. You can ask for advice or borrow sugar from your neighbors ;) but you do that by what you are doing now: kindly knocking on the door and asking.
I think everyone gets really into trying to follow traditions and such but it's best to start the first few years building a relationship with yourself and your energy before you start the whole reading and researching (and I will get more on this later) along with connecting to deities as well. Everything else is just adding on to your craft but I feel like if you have a solid foundation understanding your own energy then everything else comes naturally. Also once you understand your energy and your connection to magic and nature around you, trying to dig through other cultures and practices won't seem as appealing. It will start to be clear that those cultures created languages and well, cultures, around their relationships with magic and the local nature surrounding them, and you will essentially create your own unique traditions based on your relationship with magic and the local nature surrounding you. It will become apparent that the 'universal energies' everyone talks about is really about how the universe and energies manifest through you and less about finding other cultures accessible because they talk about these same energies. If you think of it like art class it's kind of like how everyone uses the same mediums of art utensils like paints and crayons, but there's a difference between using the same paint and flat out stealing the finished painting from someone else and calling it your own. You should use these first few years to discover your own painting style. (Also other witches I meet that have similar approach to magic as I do all have the same sort of connection and understanding since it's like we are all tapped into the universal energy but it's beautiful cause it manifests uniquely through all of us so it's like the same way nature creates many unique plants, many unique animals or landscapes yet it's all apart of one earth, we are all unique witches reflecting the earth, planets and elements but all kind of the vibe and understanding).
To elaborate on the reading thing, the reason why I am against doing endless research when you first start is because like 85% of witchcraft is subjective since most of it is based off of people's connection to their energy. The part of magic that is not subjective is the relationship to local nature since plants and other elements of nature have their own spirits and actual physical properties that can heal you, bring you to other realms, poison you, transform you etc. The best way to learn from this is less from magical books and more from herbal medicine books, alchemy, farmer's almanacs and indigenous knowledge (as long as you are not taking plants from them that are being over harvested to the point that it's inaccessible to even them.) But anyway aside from the physical realm, the energetic realm is really a big personal experience. Even you asking me this, this is mostly based off of my years of experience practicing. I am a multiracial witch that is nomadic and have lived in different climates among different countries and cultures and am first generation with not much connection to my immediate heritages. So I had to create my practice from (literally) the ground up. My magic came to me when I was super young and I didn't even think of it as witchcraft then I felt more like I was bending energy and circumstance. I was first an energy witch before anything. My witchcraft practice came from nature, the cycles around me and nature's spirits. Though I may not connect with a culture cause my relationship to that is complicated, I find my practice empowering cause no matter where I go when I adapt my practice to the bioregion, I will always be in sync with the magic there and not really fear of appropriating anything since it's kind of connected to the source of nature. My main deity is the earth, if I have a pantheon it's the planets, I am really into astrology and I work with all different types of elements and natural spirits. Working with nature also grounds magic for me since most of my witch years I got used to doing just mostly things with energy now I have physical things to ground it in. ANYWAY with all this being said, now that you kind of understand where I am coming from, it's going to influence the information I am going to give you.
(Also with the deities thing, just in general do not try to connect with spirits until you have a good understanding of your own energy and how to protect yourself. It's ok if you are coming from a culture or family that has connections to a deity and you have protection within that culture but alone with no protection you can find yourself in trouble because there are a lot of predatory spirits- and spirits are definitely tricksters- that like to get to take advantage of inexperienced and unprotected people and will pretend to be deities but will suck energy from you. You just need to know some good shielding and warding and discernment but until then, avoid it. Plus you do not need deities at all, like it should be a mutually beneficial relationship. Devoting your energy towards an entity for the chance for more power or protection, if the deity even feels like it, cause apparently it's not even guaranteed, feels a bit like joining a gang to me that's not even for your full benefit.)
Also sorry, usually my responses to these questions are fucking long, but the thing is, it's a loaded question. You are essentially asking me how to embark on a spiritual and magical journey that will transform your spirit and help you understand your energy and connection to the universe around you lol. I did answer this before, very extensively so I am going to link it here cause I think I did an ok job the first time. To summarize the main points in that post I will put them below, but I also will first add a new point I did not have in the original post:
Getting Started:
I. Tools
II. Basics
III. Exploring Yourself
IV. Exploring your Roots
V. Exploring Local Nature
VI. Resources
-------- New Point:
I. Tools This one is gonna be short cause, to get started you really just need 2 things. 1- Yourself!!! You are the source of magic! You literally got energy going through your veins and to get started with energy work that's all you gonna need. And 2- a magic journal. Yes you can call it a ~Book of Shadows~Â but if you start getting anxiety like you gotta make it look fancy or some shit then don't. Especially when you are starting out you just need a book, or, actually not even a book, but take a second right now to right-click on your desktop and make a ~Folder of Shadows~ where you can save pictures, take notes and write future insights and spells and put it in there. We are in the year 2020 after all. I have a USB where I keep tons of notes, videos and pictures. I have a section of 'magic' on my iphone where I put notes for ideas or rituals when I am on the go. I have magic journals I take with me if I am going into the woods to channel ideas or to write down rituals if I am having a gathering and want to have notes. Its also ok to have more than 1 magic journal. This is a great opportunity to get that cool looking journal you wanted (or actually fill an empty journal you never had the courage to write in cause it's too nice looking) with random notes for magic. Having a book of shadows/computer folder of shadows/phone notes of shadows etc. is going to be helpful for keeping track of stuff while you build your own path.
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Honestly one of these days I am going to make a long ass Witchcraft 101-103 and 201-203 post with the 101 focusing on getting started and figuring your magic out and the 201 more on learning about specific subjects like herbology, astrological transits, tools and crafts and how it can expand on your craft. (Along with actual books and resources cause 201 is DEFINITELY when you actually have to start reading, researching and getting into books, experiments and resources, and not only from subjective stuff but a few things that has some roots in science as well like plants and chemistry).Â
If you have any additional questions, feel free to ask and I can elaborate.Â
Have a good time explorin! <3Â
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Haikyuu HC to COVID-19 (Karasuno edition)
This is horrible đ im just so bored so I made whatever this mess is KFJSJDMSK enjoy
Hinata Shouyou
huh? isnât it just the flu?
âNo, hinata. People have died from it-â
AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH-
goes bananas
whenever someone sneezes or coughs, his soul leaves his body as he runs away to sanitize/wash his hands for a miserably long time.
eats an expired can of peaches thinking itâs his last resort
lowkey happy school is closed because homework sucks
but also highkey hates it because now all volleyball tournaments are closed
then gets all angry when he realizes heâd have to do online school???!!?? like wtf he got jipped.
thinks they could still do volleyball if they did online calls cus if the school can do it,, then vOLLEYBALL CAN
will probably miss half of the class calls from oversleeping/forgetting anyway.
sheepishly ask yamaguchi, yachi or tsukishima for help on assignments/notes. (he will NEVA ask kageyama. heâs always in competition with him here!)
still practices volleyball 24/7 in his backyard or room (maybe even with his baby sister??)
Heâs really good at practicing all by himself from practicing all alone in middle schoolâ
but will probably go crazy being alone all the time with his family. he just wants to play volleyball with the team again.
looks up âwhat to do when youâre boredâ or âwhat to do at home while in quarantineâ on youtube
Kageyama Tobio
probably says heâs immune to the corona because heâs just better than everyone else
doesnât really think itâs real until school shut down because of it
When he sees that corona is airborne he wont know what that means so heâd probably think itâs produced by air itself?? which makes him think air is trying to kill the human race?? and will be so confused as to why it decided to pop up now???
DESPISES online school. He had enough trouble understanding it from the gecko, so now he has to learn it basically all by hiMSELF?!?
And no way is he just gona email the teacher for help. If he does itâs gonna be only once in his lifetime. Anymore than that he thinks heâs doin too much. He doesnât want his teachers thinking heâs dumb đ
he says literally nothing during the calls he just tries to pay attention? and fails because heâs on a computer. in his room. alone. heâs bound to daze off or stare at a pen for 5 minutes.
Obvi still practices volleyball. Very much misses it. At least Hinata had his sibling to practice with him. tobio is a lone wolf in his household.
When his mom goes out to get groceries he gives her one of those doctor masks so she doesnât catch corona.
Few moments later through the internet he realizes that corona is smaller than air molecules so if you can breathe through something you could still get it so he struggles for an hour thinking he just killed his mother
When his mom is back he keeps his distance in case sheâs carrying the plague
omg did she just cough or am i imagining things no she definitely coughed she has corona oh oh god
In reality she was just clearing her throat.
is lowkey worrying about everyone and how they are đ„ș (yes, maybe even hinata).
thinks heâs science smart by calling it covid-19 than corona.
Asahi Azumane
He just worries about everyones health
like he just imagines the worst case scenarioâs and starts to get really worried if people got it. Always checks on everyone and asks if theyâre feeling any symptoms of corona â€ïž
Heâs either not gonna get it or he gets it and dies thereâs no inbetween
but heâs jesus himself so theres no way he nor anyone in his bloodline can get it
is very happy to know that dogs canât get it.
Takes online school seriously and tries his best
And is honestly so sad school just ended??? even if itâs temporary, he could be learning, playing volleyball, and going about his day instead of staying in a cage. heâs a third year soâhow would graduation even go..?
always is up to date on the news !! and notifies everyone if anything important is added/changed.
Always tells everyone to stay safe! Whether through text or before ending a call.
only buys a lot of toilet paper from the fear of there being no toilet paper in stock since evERYONE IS BUYING IT-
Starts to try new hobbies that he put off for the longest time cus quarentine is rlly getting to him.
Is all out a family guy so he doesnât mind the extra time with his family.
Nishinoya Yu
OAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAOA
420 blazinâ
thinks going outside means youâre instantly gonna die from corona attacking your white blood cells (????)
but also probably doesnt care as he goes outside like everyday to run around and get rid of energy (and to practice volleyball, of course).
also why is it called white blood cells when blood is red â ïž smh
Buys 101611018320129 bags of chips because thatâs his comfort food
yay more gaming time!!!
Noyađ: Tanaka do u wana play minecraft 2getr latr?
Tanakađ: HELL YEAH!!
doesnât shower for three days straight because screw personal hygiene!! No more school!!! Can do whatever he wanted!! Itâs basically summer!!!
until heâs forced to do online school.
Is def the class clown. Probably somehow kicks the teacher out of the call through a little bit of hacking.
âalright guys so iâll be youâre substitute teacher for the day-â
tbh acts the same as he would in school. maybe a little more rebellious because, i mean, what is the teacher gonna do? send him to DETENTION? call his mOMMY?
Calls/spams literally everyone in his contacts because heâs so bored and lonely. Answer him!! Yâall will be on facetime for hours!!
Heâs fun to facetime.
Will call you a loser if you donât have an apple iPhone because then he canât facetime you and facetiming is one of his favorite things to do to pass time (besides gaming)
HE A TRUE GAMER
Okay but he lowkey still tries at school for the sake of his grades and his future ;-; maybe calls asahi or sugawara for help??
always looks up his homework on the internet to see if he can get an answer key or something (he did that anyway even before corona but)
will do one subject for 3 hours thinking heâs finally done with everythinf till he realizes he has like 4 other subjects and needs to do those too.
Sending memes all the time
Tsukishima Kei
oh, what about corona again?
honestly could give NO fucks??. like ABSOLUTELY ZERO. nonxistent.
doesnât even remember itâs still happening half the time.
is surprisingly very knowledgeable about corona.
heâs just smart and sciencyÂż so he understands the ins and outs of corona like how it works and how its spread.
so if you tRULY want any update or background info on the corona virius, ask Tsukishima.
bitch donât touch me you have rabies.
doesnât care that heâs obligated to stay at home because he would have stayed either way. he very much likes being alone.
might go a little crazy cooped up in his room so heâll hang with his brother/family or go outside before he says âokay thatâs enoughâ and goes back to his room.
isolation? oh okay *puts on headphones*
he rlly gonna be rocking it out in his room cus he can listen to music all day any day
developes a really bad sleep schedule since he had no way to get rid of the energy he got rid of at school.
still a huge tease so he says everyone has the corona virius.
is never online on social media which means heâs never up to date with his frIENDS. Doesnât have a clue what those dipshits are doing and could care less (besides yamaguchi,, they probably facetime or call thru skype or something).
I bet the whole volleyball squad has a groupchat and honestly he puts all notifs on mute cus his phone keep goin DING DING DING DI DING ID DID IDKNG DING DIG
Brother: Omg why are you getting so many text messages?
Tsukki: Shut up
if he is online on the gc and he texts it would be simple replies like âHiâ âOkay.â âNo.â âGoodbye.â and then heâs gone for another week
every first year is begging on their knees for tsukishima to give the answers or help them out and he obviously says: go do the hw yourselves idiots
besides yamaguchi!!!! again!! cus theyre gay for each other
maybe practices once in awhile with his brother or alone in his backyard but he doesnât care
Tanaka Ryuunosuke
buys 101817 pounds of toilet paper because everyone else is? but not because of the same reason as asahi. he thinks toilet paper is the cure to corona.
GO STUPID AAAAAAAAA GO CRAZY AAAAAAAAAAA-
probably has a part time job at a grocery store so he still has to go to work đ i dont even know how he could have a job in the first place heâs probably always late-
still gamin with noya of course
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM IM PLAYING MINECRAFTT
also buys like all the junk food thats in stock. and since he works at the grocery store he gets a ton of coupons and deals.
texts Kiyoko everyday goodmorning â€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž and goodnight đđ texts just to be left on read.
âi love it when she ignores me !!!â
scrolls through tiktoks for 1000 hours to pass time
School Is For Losers!!
similar to noya, he thought it was basicaly summer until he realized they were gonna be doing online school. literally had a fit and said he didnt wanna do jack squAt
Laughs so hard when nishinoya somehow kicks the teacher out of the call heâs like laughing so loud and hard he starts crying
all of the sudden has a better view on school
gets excited when he sees nishinoya on the call
makes funny and ugly ass faces when the teacher isnât looking. everyone laughs and the teacherâs like đ€š
probably uses the green screen effect so he can change hus background (somehow) and accidentally misclicks a file so a girl wit a bikini becomes his background for .5 seconds before changing it to a cursed meme:
doesnât get half the shit the teacher is talking about
but itâs okay because the half he doesnât get is the other half noya gets
and the half noya doesnt get is the orher half tanaka gets
theyâre two peas in a pod đ„°
until they try explaining it to each other and suddenly get confused?? mental malfunction Âż?
yeah im SMART!!!
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Daichi Sawamura
quite calm about the whole coronavirus
like he knows it is serious and understands how it is spread but heâs still calm about it??
tells everyone to sanitize and wash hands on a regular. and social distancing!!
honestly still wakes up like he does on normal school days and does all his academics just fine.
he even does gym activities (besides volleyball) for 30 minutes to an hour!!!! he be running on that treadmil! getting stronk!
does each subject on his own for 20-40 min each day. heâs really good at self discipline
makes sure sugawara and asahi are up to date on school work and will gladly help.
sadly canât help the first years (and probably second years) because that info is deep in his brain and basically forgot how to do it after a year or two of not using it.
VERY VERY VERY sad that volleyball nationals are cut off. this is his last year and for it to be??? gone??? just because of some flu?!?! hates it.
he wishes school to go back and still has hope that school will go back to normal in a couple of weeks (even though itâs a slim chance).
asks the teacher questions whenever he has questions. Heâs also vv considerate so heâll ask questions he knows the answer to but asks them for anyone whoâs confused ab it/wants to ask but is too shy. (literally i lov daichi sm)
Eats a healthy amount of everything
asks asahi for any updates on corona even though heâs quite up to date himself. he just wanna make sure he didnât miss anything.
also doesnât mind being around his family. heâll do more chores around the house to help his parents out :> heâs literally perfect wtf
def does worry about everyone in the volleyball gc and anyone else he has contact with. Will also email classmates and ask if theyâre doing all right. Even away from volleyball heâs a team player âșïžâïž
Is happy for the rest of the day when asahi tells him dogs canât get corona.
Yamaguchi Tadashi
oaoaiquqhdkoaiaagadjsiwi?
doesnât know what to believe anymore
keeps in touch with everyone!! always online 24/7 on social media, vball gc, you name it.
Literally everyone is acting so normal why are people so calm am i the only one worrying about this and the worlds future like this year has been really bad so far for not just me but the whole nation actually the entire world honestly like war almost broke out in january and now this corona stuff is really buttering my crissont the wrong way-
Even though tsukishima literally gives No Fucks, yamaguchi is the complete opposite.
like tsukki and yamaguchi call on skype and eVERY TIME yamaguchi starts with âhow have you been? do you feel sick at all? have you drank enough water today?â and so on
âWhat are you even worrying about?â
âWell...what if you get the corona virius?... it can be deadly, you know!! Thousands of people have died from it!!! The fact school is shutting down and people are panicking is making me feel like i should be panicking-â
Tsukki will then snarkily reassure him itâs fine and people their age are the least likely to get it bad.
Yamaguchi will feel a little better afterwords
âThank you, Tsukki!â
Tsukki will âtchâ it off
Even though he gets really good grades he has triuble finding motivation to do any school work?? doing school work in his own home? đ
His home was kinda a place he can chill whereas school is a place he can be fully focused
but now his home is ALSO school??!!?
Luckily he understands the work, at least.
When he sees tsukishima on the call, too, he instantly says hello.
âTsukki!! Hey!! đâ
âShut up.â
âGomen, Tsukki.â
Yeah. Even when they arenât at school, heâs still the same as always.
He takes extra care of his family and always stays in touch with other relatives. Especially grandpa and grandma. THE SECOND he learned elderly people are at more risk you bet your ass heâs calling them making sure theyâre okay. He checks up on them everyday now.
He peobably practices volleyball a little, too. Heâs more focused on schoolwork though.
Sugawara Koushi
Have you guys ate dinner yet? đ„ș
obviously checking up on everyone
he would fail as a mother if he didnât.
Actually reads in his free time?? He finally has time on his hands to read these books so.... here we are!
Wakes up at a scheduled time everyday (minus weekends. Maybe sleeps for an extra hour or so).
He dresses in pjs rather than actual clothes because heâs not going anywhere with this social distancing thing.
Always tries to lighten the mood when all the students are on the online call. Maybe crack some joke or innocently play around with the effects.
He still pays close attention in class and does quite well on his own. No help from his parents! He can do everything on his own! He a big boi!
Does homework really well, too. Probably does extra work or more work than needed just because it makes him feel good afterwords.
Honestly i can see him cooking in his free time. If he doesnt feel like reading or scrolling mindlessly through his phone, he gonna cook.
Will make the best cookies in the universe.
HAS A HECK OF A SWEET TOOTH. NOT A DAY GOES BY WITHOUT HIM GETTING HIS PRETTY HANDS ON SUM TREAT
Honestly isnât too good with exercise so he might gain a few pounds or grow the smallest chub đ„șđ„șđ„ș he would be so cute omfg.
is realy involved with his family!! they play a board/card game every friday night and have the best time.
if he has a dog, cat, or literally any animal you know heâs gona be hanging with them since he has more time.
Still! Playing! Volleyball! I mean by now every boy is practicing at least a little bit. He would probably be in his backyard playing volleyball with his family. Theyyâd set up a net and everythin! Theyâre all rookies at it but he still cherishes the moments with them.
Itâs honestly still practice. Better than nothing
He talks about how his family plays volleyball and everyone is so jealous like đđ makes him more grateful hearing half the volleyball team saying they have to practice alone.
Watching youtube videos of random videos/vines making him giggling.
âHey, Dachi, look at this video.â
IS A SWEETHEART STFU !!!
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I'm doing good, I'm on some new shit
Did you have any unread text messages this morning when you woke up?
I think so. My husband usually sends me memes or articles while Iâm sleeping.
Whatâs your relationship with the person you last texted?Â
I generally talk to most of my friends on snapchat for some reason- last snapchat was from a friend I used to work with that I havenât seen in like two years at this point. I miss her, but we only hung out after work occasionally, so our friendship hasnât really kept up since we donât work together anymore.
What are your plans for today?
This. Feeding this baby every 2 hours. Probably eating food again. Carrying in my Target order when it gets here. Reading into the wee hours.
When was your last day of school?Â
Man, I have no idea. I didnât know it was my last day of school when I went though.
Are you in a relationship, single, complicated, married, or engaged?Â
Married.
Do you have a flip or slide phone?Â
Ha ha, I have an iPhone 12 mini. I just got it because verizon gave me a crazy trade in on my old phone, so this new one was $120. I wanted something smaller so I can text or internet with one hand. Iâve got short thumbs, lol.
Have you ever played hard to get?Â
No, but Iâm very stand offish with the opposite sex and more than one person thought that I was playing hard to get when I wasnât.Â
Who is the last person you shared a bed with?Â
My dog, Finn. When my husband gets up in the morning, Finn takes his spot and we snoozle.
Do you love anyone?Â
Sure.
Have you ever broken someone's heart?Â
I suppose so. Not in like a spectacular dramatic way, but calling it on a relationship that has far outlived its good times is a quiet kind of heartbreak.
How did that make you feel?Â
Relieved, yet, sad.
Who do you hate?Â
Meh, I donât have that kind of energy.
What is your relationship with the last person you kissed?Â
We are married.
Do you wish someone would call you right now?Â
No. I prefer texts anyway, but the baby does not seem to like it when I talk on the phone, ha ha.
Who called you last and how did you feel about the last person that called you? Â
Man, I wake up everyday to missed calls from random numbers that donât leave messages. Just junk.Â
Do you have any weird inside jokes? Â
Sure.
Who are your favorite people to talk to when youâre down? Â
I really prefer just to be quiet and listen to music instead of talking to people.
What song are you currently listening to?Â
Spotify- my Daily Mix 1- Matt Woods In The Dark
How long has it been since you last liked somebody?Â
I like my husband sometimes, ha ha.
Whatâs the worst abuse you have done to your phone?Â
I had this Motorola flip phone sometime in the early 2000âČs that I left on top of my car and drove away. It flew off in the parking lot and I came back hours later and found it. Just a dented corner. Later that year, I dropped the same phoen out of my pocket getting out of my car when it was snowing. I found it the next day when my roommate was calling it and I noticed a snow mound was ringing. It stil worked just fine.
Do you personally know anybody who has more than five tattoos?
One of my husbands best friends is a tattoo artist.
Name something you dislike about the day youâre having?
Iâm just not in a groove of being able to baby and do stuff at the same time, so most of my day is largely just sitting here next to her sleeping in her donut. Iâve done nothing other than place a Target order today.
How did you meet your first love?Â
I met my first love in homeroom in 6th grade. I loved him for the next 6 years.
Have you ever worn the opposite sexâs underwear? Â
Well interesting story- girls had these plaid shorts they wore when I was in like 6th or 7th grade. I was overweight and we were poor so there was no way I coud get whatever mall store plaid shorts other girls had that I wanted, so my mom was at the dollar store and noticed they sold these plaid mens boxer shorts that looked just like the shorts I wanted and she bought some. Stretchy band worked for my weight and they had a button over the opening that my shirt covered anyway. I wore them like the whole time it was warm that year until this boy I had a crush on noticed that I was literally wearing mens boxers as shorts and called me out on it. I never wore them again.
Have you ever kissed in a pool? Â
Probably? Iâve no specific memory of kissing in a pool, but Iâm sure  probably have.
Is there anybody youâre really disappointed in right now? Â
Nah.
What was the last graduation you attended? Â
My friend Rikki graduated from college a couple of years ago.
Do you owe anyone money?Â
Nope.
Do you ever wonder what your ex or most recent âthingâ is up to?
Ha ha, nope. Iâve been with my husband for 11 years, so its like no other relationships ever happened at this point,
If you could go to any place right now where would you go?Â
I donât even know. Even on vacation I still have a baby to feed every three hours, so Iâm not gonna get any rest, ha. I guess feeding her a bottle by the beach would be preferable though.
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hello, this is your fbi agent
okay so i have no explanation for this im sorry
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ship: ralbert
genre: crack with memes
warnings: first person (????), memes, more memes, this is not related to spies, the worst crack and even worse writing, idk fam
editing: ha
words: 1099
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*record scratch*
*freeze frame*
Yes, thatâs me, Albert Dasilva, sitting behind a desk, spying on someone through their phone camera for the FBI. Youâre probably wondering how i ended up in this situation. Well, frankly, I am too. I always knew that I was a walking meme, but I never thought that I would actually become one.
See, I had just finished college and, like most college graduates, was looking for a job. One of my friends who asked to remain nameless *ahem* jAcK keLLy, told me to apply to work at the FBI because apparently you only need a college degree to do that. And me, being the dumbass that I am, decided to do it as a joke cause fuck it, why would they ever hire someone who had been arrested for stealing oats and cream cheese from Target when they were 14? (Alright fine, I technically wasn't arrested, the cop was clearly caffeine deprived and let us off with a warning. Although they didn't catch us the one time Jack and I stole one of the Target balls in broad fucking daylight. Wait. Forget I said that. Iâm a good wholesome Christian child and have never stolen anything, anything I may or may not have told you was a blatant lie.)
Plot twist, they fucking hired me.
(Jack got a real kick out of that, believe me.)
And, as part of my intern training, I had to do only the most memey job on the whole internet:
Watch people through their phone cameras.
Yes! We actually exist! This is not just some dumb meme that the internet made up! And I would know, because the idiot Iâm assigned to watch doesnât sleep so therefore I don't sleep and I have the dark undereye circles to prove it!
God, I want a fucking nap.
But no, instead Iâm watching an idiot look up fucking lazytown quotes at two in the fucking morning.
*muffled shouting* Oh, and heâs hot. Thanks for reminding me, Jack. Not like that's WHY IM WRITING THIS YOU ASSHOLE!
*deep breath* Okay, anyway. Back to the story.
Why am I doing this?
Right. Cause I hate myself, thatâs why.
Anyway. The kid that I have to watch through his phone camera. His name is Race. And no, before you ask, I do not know why he goes by Race. Itâs not my business. I only watch his every move on the Internet, I don't know his whole life story! What kind of organization do you think the FBI is, huh?
Just kidding, we definitely know your whole life story and its definitely recorded in three different places, one of which is a vault hidden under Argentina. But you didn't hear that from me.
*more muffled shouting*
Jack is telling me that Iâm âbeating around the bush too much and need to get to the point.â Fine. I know thatâs what you came here for anyway.
In short, it was a stormy night and the power had gone out, but I, a dedicated FBI intern who did not want to lose my only source of income, was using my rapidly dying iPhone to watch my assigned civilian through his phone camera. That night, the man had looked especially enchanting, the light from his phone illuminating his luscious blonde curls and accentuating his deep blue eyes, making it seem as though I could drown in their-
Okay this just sounds like shitty Wattpad fanfic. Is tHAT WHAT YOU WANTED JACK?! Also I don't know what Wattpad fanfic is like because Iâve personally read any. I spy on people through their phone cameras alright, Iâve seen a whole lot of weird shit.
Essentially, what happened was I caught some feelings. And, my supervisor figured this out by reading my weekly reports and told me essentially to âtell him you like him so you can go on a date and I can reassign you so that I don't have to keep reading these lovey dovey reports because they make my brain turn to mush.â
Thanks for that Katherine. Love you too.
And now, here I am, having this fan tas tic  monologue while trying to figure out how to compose a text message.
(Before you ask how I have Raceâs phone number, I work for the FBI. Thereâs a lot of information I have that any normal citizen would want. Like what is actually kept in Area 51 (baby iPhones), if mothman is real (he is and secretly is the president of the United States), and if Canada is real (its not). But you shouldnât trust any of this information because I work for the FBI and I could be lying to you.)
Hereâs what I have so far:
Hi Race. My name is Albert and you might not believe this but I am actually the FBI agent in your phone...yes, we exist. Iâve spent the last 5 months watching you and I think you're kinda cool and pretty cute and was wondering if you would like to meet up some time. (Also stop looking up lazy town quotes at 2 am, I now have the whole show memorized because of you.)
Overall, itâs not bad, but thereâs some things that I think could be improved and- wait, Jack, nO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING STOP GIVE THAT BACK IâM NOT FINISHED!!
*10 minutes later*
He sent it. Jack sent my fucking message before it was fuking finished and now Race isnât going to fucking respond and Iâm going to be alone forever and Katherine is going to reassign me and Iâm never going to see Raceâs angelic face ever again and-
Oh.
He responded?
What the hell?
Honestly, I guess I should have seen that coming. Race has no common sense.
What? Iâm allowed to say that! I spend my days looking at what he googles, alright!
Anyway, Iâm sure you're dying to know what he said, so here it is:
Hi Albert! You better not be trolling me because this has been the biggest and I oop moment Iâve ever had. Please tell me that you havenât exposed my two am lazy town search sessions to the public. No one is supposed to know about that. And yes, I would love to meet up with you. Mostly to apologize for my google search history and for the memes (hehe) but also because anyone who can spy on me for 5 months without going to therapy than maybe you can actually put up with my craziness! Xx Race.
Huh.
Maybe this job isnât so bad after all...
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Are you more optimistic or pessimistic? It depends on the task or situation, and how likely it is to get better. Iâm rather realistic and choose whether to be positive or negative only after I weigh the pros and cons. Are you comfortable with your weight? Yeah, Iâm happy with it. I do sometimes wonder why I get to maintain my weight no matter how much I eat though. How often do you listen to Classic Rock? Never? Itâs not really my genre of choice in any context. What about country? Even more never, if thatâs even possible haha. Do you know anyone inside and out? Thatâs a very grand feat to reach and I'm not really comfortable claiming that this is how I am with anyone. I do know for a fact that there are still some things Iâm only learning now about my girlfriend and I know her the best out of all the people I know.
Do you have days where all you feel like doing is dancing? Not at all, I hate dancing. Have you learned anything depressing lately? Yes. I talked about it in a survey last night and I donât feel like going over it again because Iâm actually doing a little better now. Is anyone in your family sick? For some reason Iâm getting bad coughs every night, but other than that no one is seriously sick. Do you worry a lot, or are you pretty much carefree? Hahahaha the first one. Iâm worrying right now; Iâm just answering this survey to distract myself. Do you have a lot of freckles? Nope, thatâs not a common feature here. Have you ever thought someone was really interesting, but when you got to know them you realized they weren't anything special? Back when Reiven and I were applying for our org, he stood out in our batch since he was hilarious and would make everyone crack up no matter what he said or did. I found him interesting because of that; once I got to know him more he turned out a liiiiiittle bit annoying and also difficult to work with since he would never accept edits and corrections on his works and heâd always stand by his writing errors. Are you very up-front about things or do you "beat around the bush"? Upfront. Everyone who knows me in real life knows I hate nothing more than people who beat around the bush. What kind of camera do you have? I donât have a legit camera anymore after I gave my old DSLR to my sister, but these days I just use my iPhoneâs camera to take photos since its quality is very good anyway. Was today good or bad, or has it just started? It was meh. And the meh-ness is starting to get to me already, ugh. What is something you know you shouldn't do, but do anyways? Stay up criminally late. I think that and my nightly coffees are the source of my bad headaches so Iâm trying to sleep earlier these nights. Last night I was in bed my midnight and I gotta say, it was heaven lol. Do you know anyone who doesn't listen to music? Like, no songs at all? Thatâs so weird; no I havenât. I canât imagine anyone never encountering music ever. Tell me the initials of the person you can't get off your mind. ADHM, only because theyâre my thesis partner and I feel bad for not having touched the thesis weâre both working on for quite some time now. I did work on it yesterday for the first time in weeks so Iâm really proud of myself, but thereâs always a part of me thinking itâs never enough. Ever broke something really expensive? Yeah Iâve broken all the phones my parents have ever bought me, which is why they always take forever to buy me new ones, i.e. theyâre always hesitant because they know I have a knack for breaking them lol. My current iPhone 8 has stayed with me the longest so far and itâs still going strong though. What is the most amount of money you have ever lost? Probably the â±700 in the wallet that got stolen from me five years ago. Do you trust a lot of people, or very few? I do trust a lot of people but I like keeping my circle small. Is photography one of your interests? Not anymore. It just used to be. Do you know your neighbors very well? I donât know them at all. Weâre not a very close community haha. Iâll smile at a neighbor when I walk my dog, but other than that I donât know any of their names or who has which kid. Have you ever hurt yourself just to get attention? [trigger warning] No. When I do it itâs because I loathe myself, and I proceed to cover it up with long sleeves precisely so that it doesnât get any attention. Has anyone ever called you conceited? Probably my mom at some point. Has anyone ever called you heartless? Again, probably my mom at some point. Do you tell people what you think? Only when itâs necessary and called for. Sometimes itâs simply unnecessary to say every single thought that occurs, like for small stuff like not digging someoneâs shoes or if I find their car too hot. Someone says, "I don't judge people." Do you really believe them? No. I think we all judge people initially, itâs just a matter of if we let that judgment linger or not. Do you write ever write poetry just to get your feelings out? No. Poetry has never been my outlet. Who were you last really mad at? My mom, for having been a petty little kid for the last two days. Do you miss anyone? Yeah absolutely. What is a sad song that you like? I have a Spotify playlist literally called âsad hoursâ and itâs for all my sad songs hah. Here are some of them:
Misguided Ghosts - Paramore
I Forget Where We Were - Ben Howard
I Saw You In A Dream - The Japanese House
Landslide - Fleetwood Mac
Cherry Wine - Hozier
Last person you talked on the phone to? Gabie. How many bones have you broken? Zero. Itâs one of my biggest fears so Iâve always been very careful lol. Are you active? I would have been if the semester went uninterrupted and I got to have PE twice a week, but Iâm not these days. Last person to get on your nerves? My mom, but also tbh just the weather overall. Are you one of those people who never stops fidgeting? Only when Iâm nervous. Otherwise I can stay pretty still. Do you love the Hillshire Farm commercials? (Go meat!) Iâm not familiar with them.
Oops, are you a vegetarian? Nope. Are you in any pain right now? Yeah a bit. Even though I stopped drinking coffee I still feel a mild headache coming, but Iâm chalking that up to how humid it is right now. My current posture is also not the best and Iâm starting to feel it on my lower back. Last time you drank water? Two hours ago, over dinner. Last thing you ate? I had white rice and calamari. Who's house did you visit last? Gabieâs.
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