#need to be grounded and when they are grounded no video games or iPads or phones or Barbies or monster trucks or movies like Garfield

[totsandnuggsrebloggs]

Hey folks!!!!! I thought it would be real neat to try out polls for the first time so how about I test it out??????

Which could it possibly be????? Can you guess??? It’s pretty hard huh???? There’s so many ✨options✨ :) <- their eye is twitching

[seoconsultant-1]

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[gikairan]

Man, there are people actually excited about this stupid Apple Vision thing and just....

why? 🙃

Its literally Google Glass, but worse. It will fail for the same reasons Google Glass never got off the ground. From privacy concerns about the cameras on someones face, to people finding out that staring at a screen SO close to your face is an actually Awful experience.

I've seen people go "Theyre not the same!!!" and like... they are. They really are. They are both designed to do very similar things, except ones got an Apple logo on it. If anything, Apple Vision is worse because its got the form factor of a VR headset. Something already considered bulky and uncomfortable for long-term use. The form factor of VR is one of the major reasons it is likely to remain niche.

I've seen people say "you poo-pooed the iPad and the Watch and now look!" And like... okay i get it. Everyone really did poo-poo on the iPad. But i'd argue the original presentation focused more on "you can do everything on your phone, but on a bigger device!" rather than "hey, heres a smaller, thinner device that will replace your laptop, that runs the apps your phone does". Like, i remember people making fun of it because it was an oversized iPhone. Who wants a giant face-sized device to make phone calls? No-one. And thats why it was ridiculed. And i dont remember people making fun of the Watch, because.... by the point the Watch was released (2015)... the Pebble Smartwatch was already around (Kickstarter was in 2012, release was 2013). It hadn't just done well on crowdfunding, its still in the top 10 highest grossing kickstarters of all time.

These things have proven their use since their release. I really doubt Apple Vision is ever going to justify its use to the normal consumer.

It will absolutely have niche applications, dont get me wrong. The Hololens already exists, but most regular normal people likely didnt know it released. Because its not tech for the general public. The Kinect isn't actually dead- its got its use in some very niche applications, and Microsoft just tried to force the tech into gaming to make it more widespread (probably to justify actually creating it?). There will likely be industries that find AR extremely useful (I keep hearing about surgeons and AR. Though i also think architecture and construction might find a lot of use for this)

In terms of the video Apple showed off, theres very little I can see on it that will actually improve someones life.... Sure you can relive your memories in 3d.... but you've got to wear a bulky pair of ski goggles to record it in the first place. You can relive the memories of your children after the divorce!! .... And you lost that human connection during the actual moment itself, because you obscured the top half of your face for a giant screen. The best "use" i thought was obscuring the view of a busy plane around you. ... Except in reality, obscuring such view would likely be awful.... So the thing only has about 2 hours of battery life and needs to be plugged into an external battery with a wire. Given the bulky nature of the device, thats... really bad. The video showed a woman on a plane watching Everything Everywhere All At Once. The film is 2 hours and 19 minutes long. .... You cannot watch that entire film on a single charge. Then theres the fact we see most of her field of vision obscured by pretty sunset clouds. And the idea of getting rid of a peripheral vision of A Flight sure sounds nice. ... Until you realise how much you rely on that vision during a flight.... For a long flight - you'll need to see when the flight attendants are coming around for drinks, food etc. You'll need to know when people sitting around you might want to get up. Obscuring 100% of your vision is maybe not the best idea? Even for a short flight, obscuring all your vision might cause you to miss important announcements. Or, you know, your neighbour who just wants to pee? Then theres how the movie window is going to work full stop. We see earlier in the video that you can put a window in front of you, and a window to the side that you move your head to look at. Are you going to be able to put windows in a 360 degree circle around your head, and you just spin around in real space to see them all? ... If so, will the movie player stay in one space in "real space", or will it stay in the same place according to the screen? Imagine if a movie player on a small screen in front of your eyes stayed in the same place relative to real space, and every time you adjusted yourself in your seat... you had to physically move the window to see it. And think about how often you do minor changes to how you sit, how your head is positioned etc etc....

Most of the rest of the announcement seems to just be office related stuff. Controlled by hand gestures.

... You know why hand gesture devices have never caught on? People hate using them (: Have you ever used a Kinect before? You'll find your body got tired quite quickly trying to just navigate menus. We dont like holding our hands/ arms up all the time to navigate digital menus. It feels worse than a mouse, a controller, or just tapping a screen. Its just awkward. People will try it for work and then go "wow just using my mouse & keyboard is way easier" and then never put on the stupid goggles again.

All in all, this thing is just... bad. Its not good. It wont catch on. It'll be an extremely niche product that will only every really have a handful of uses. And none of them will be for the general public.

[the-ship-maker-2]

Can you make yandere bloody painter,puppeteer, and homicidal Liu hcs we’re their darling is a gamer and like drawing on their iPad and stuff so the just kinda sit down in there laps and just draws and the darling is very calm and calms them down and is very submissive to them?

Yandere! bloody painter, Liu and puppeteer w/ a s/o is a gamer and draws on their iPad and sits down in their laps and is very calm and submissive to them HCs

-bloody painter is more of an artist than a gamer. So if you are to hang with him you need to be an artist to or a willing muse

-since you're a very good person for him always doing what you're told and never even thinking about running away from him he gifted you an iPad only for drawing though he had been heavily montior and block everything from the outside world but you didn't seem to mind it.

-sometimes if he's stressed or down (he's also prone to manic episodes) you'll just sit on his lap and show him whatever drawing or doodle you're working on. Since you have a calming aura he calms down too. You ground him back to reality

-puppeteer is a jack of all trades kind of guy. He can draw but he's the one who likes to be drawn. Technology was actually one of his passions before everything happened.

-he has his puppets keep an eye on you to make sure you're taking care of yourself and not running away and to figure out your likes and dislikes. So when he figured out that you like video games and drawing. He got you an old game console with a few games and an iPad also heavily restricted and monitored thanks to him. And he's happy that you seem content.

-hes very touched starved so he will pull you into his lap constantly and he can just vibe with your calm aura whether it's was watching you play games or having you draw him. He needs to be the center of attention or he'll die

-liu is very different from these two. He's more of a calculating and cautious yandere. Although he's good at art and dabbled in it he's a gamer more than anything? (Thanks Jeff)

-after many many months maybe possibly a few years after you begging him for an iPad to draw on and games and a new console and after proving yourself time and time again that you're submissive and never ran away once he finally caved in. Although he heavily monitors and restricts your iPad just to be on the safe side. Can't blame the guy.

-this poor man is a ball of bundled anxiety so he loves it when you sit on his lap and plays games with him or if he's watching you draw. Your calming aura makes him feel safe and secure in your arms

-they all love you in their sick twisted ways

I hope you like these and feel free to ask again!

[heyyyharry]

Deep End - Chapter 5: Master of the House

…in which Ezi is home alone with Harry’s assistant.

Word count: 4.8k

AU: famous!harry, siren!mc, adult modern retelling of the little mermaid? lol, fake dating, enemies to lovers.

WARNING: MATURE THEMES

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A/N: PLEASEEEEEE LEMME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK! I'll write faster when I get a lot of comments 😩

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Harry pulled Ezi down the hallway to find the nearest bathroom. His head started to hurt as he thought about how his mother would react if she found out what Ezi had done. What he had done. He didn’t expect his cousin to run and tell anyone that he’d been attacked by a helpless girl and that Harry had beat the shit out of him afterwards. But someone might have seen that, and words could spread like a virus at these kinds of events. It’d be wiser to just walk away quietly.

When he had found a bathroom, an old lady stepped out, saw them and made a face, probably assuming the worst when she caught sight of the blood on Ezi’s face.

“I didn’t hit her,” Harry told the lady, only to receive a disgusted look in return.

She ignored him and turned to Ezi. “Honey, are you alright?”

Ezi offered a grin, showing her blood-stained teeth. “Yeah. It’s not my blood.”

The lady’s eyes widened in shock. Slowly, she took a step back, then ran off without another word.

Harry immediately shut the door behind them. “Wash your mouth,” he told Ezi, turned on the water, and as she washed her mouth in the sink, he took off his jacket, put it on the marble counter, and rolled up his sleeves.

Ezi hopped onto the counter and watched Harry soak the handkerchief he’d been carrying in his pocket.

“Face,” he ordered, and she lifted her chin so he could gently wipe off the blood around her mouth.

“I was defending myself,” she said once he’d finished and tossed the handkerchief into the bin at his feet.

“I know.” He shifted his eyes back to her. He didn’t mean to sound like a dick, but it seemed like he’d come off as one. He leaned to the side with his hand on the cool surface of the sink. “It’s not your fault. I know my cousin. His family is in debt because of his gambling addiction. I keep telling my mother to ban him from the manor, but she has too much respect for the fucker’s parents to do it.”

“So why did he call you trash?”

At that, Harry couldn’t help but cackle. “He did? Well, I think most people would think so. I haven’t done much to make my mother proud. She wanted her only son to take over our family’s business, but I wanted to become a singer, and yeah…”

Ezi blinked at him. She probably didn’t understand most of what he’d said, so he let it go and worked up a smile. “Sorry for oversharing. You okay?”

She nodded. “I’m not hurt. I was the one that bit him.”

“Are you feeling sorry for him now?”

“No. I would’ve eaten him if you hadn’t shown up.” The way she;d said with a straight face amused and scared Harry at the same time. “Although he didn’t taste as good now that I’m human and need my food cooked.”

“I’ll just assume that you weren’t serious.”

Harry picked up his jacket from the sink. Ezi hopped to her feet and reached for the doorknob, but he pulled her back to him by her wrist and swept his eyes over her body once again. “Where did he touch you?”

She pointed to her waist and showed him the red fingerprints around her forearm.

“Nowhere else?”

“Nowhere else.” She shook her head. “I don’t like being touched.”

A sense of discomfort filled Harry as he recalled how she’d said those same words after he’d yelled at her earlier. She must have been so scared. Tonight he deserved a trophy for being the biggest asshole alive.

“Nobody should touch you. Not even me.”

“You are touching me.”

Harry looked down at his fingers around her wrist and immediately let go. “From now on, nobody,” he said. “Only when you give them permission to touch you, okay?”

“What about handshakes?”

“Handshakes are fine. Wouldn’t recommend shaking hands with everyone, though. Germs and all that.” He stepped in closer and pretended to put his arms around her without touching her, just to demonstrate. “So hugs like this are for friends. You don’t usually do this to people you’ve just met. Unless they’re the ones on the street with the sign that says FREE HUGS. You’re allowed to hug those.”

“Got it.”

“And,” breathed Harry as he grabbed his nonexistent boobs. “This area is forbidden. Nobody is allowed to touch you here...unless you want them too, of course.”

“Why would I want them to?”

Harry ignored the question and went on, grabbing his bum. “Also this and the front area.” He gestured to his crotch. “Forbidden.”

“But I don’t have a tail.”

“You have something else that’s just as important as my tail.” He felt silly to say it, but it would have felt weird to say dick or penis to her face.

She put a finger to her lips; a line appeared between her brows as she pondered. “Speaking of something else, the hole--”

“Okay, not here! Save your questions for when we’re home.”

Harry grabbed her shoulders to spin her around, and she immediately smacked his hands and shot him a glare. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

“Good. Love that attitude. But really, we need to leave before my mother finds out I almost killed someone in her home.”

He reached around Ezi and opened the door, bobbed his chin for her to go first, but she stood still, her face serious. “That wasn’t like you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Back there. You became someone else. You were...violent.”

“Well, yeah. Only because he deserved that.”

Ezi cocked her head to the side, her clear blue eyes squinted. “But he was one of your kind. And I’m not. So why were you protecting me?”

“Because he assaulted you. I don’t care if he was the Queen of England. I would’ve beat his ass still.” Seeing her perplexed expression, Harry let out a soft laugh. “Why’s it surprising? Didn’t you save me twice?”

Ezi averted her eyes and gave a small nod. “Yeah.”

“And you lost your tail for it, so it wasn’t a fair trade anyway.”

He waited for her to say something, but she didn’t, so he wrapped his jacket around her shoulders and told her to go.

They didn’t speak on the ride home. Harry wanted to lighten up the mood with his stupid jokes, but he was too agitated to say anything. They had left without saying goodbye to his mother or anyone, so he would probably be in so much trouble tomorrow. He had put his phone on airplane mode; his mother’s harsh words would have to wait. He also couldn’t help but think that if he hadn’t shown up, something worse could have happened to Ezi. Or his cousin. Or both. And it would’ve been his fault as well.

“Next time we go out, don’t do the opposite of what I tell you to do,” he told Ezi when they’d arrived home and gone upstairs to her room. “You’re even more stubborn than my cat. At least she’d stay put when I tell her to.”

“I was looking for you! I thought you’d left me.”

Harry tossed his keys onto a table and turned to look at Ezi. He put both hands on his hips. She was giving him those puppy dog’s eyes while fidgeting with her own fingers as if she hadn’t nearly torn open his cousin’s throat with her human teeth. He could not imagine what she could do with her siren fangs.

He let go a sigh and scratched his forehead. “You thought I’d left you?” His voice was lower now that he’d calmed down a bit. “So you don’t trust me?”

She said nothing, just staring back at him.

Calmly, he went on, “I brought you all the way here to London and risked it all to keep you in my house, Ezi. I had to speak to some of my relatives at the event, but I was going to come back for you. I told you to stay--”

“You lied to me.”

Frozen to the spot, Harry blinked. “About?”

“Dawson,” Ezi said. “I talked to Dawson.”

“You talked to Dawson?!”

“And he was a nice person.” Then, she had to reassure him, “Don’t worry. It was a short conversation, and I didn’t tell him much about myself.”

“Then how do you know he was a nice person?” Harry scoffed. “I mean, you barely know the lad.”

“He told me about manga, and he called me beautiful, and he doesn’t act friendly to his enemy.”

“Enemy?” Harry asked, but Ezi didn’t bother to explain.

“Why do you hate him?” she asked.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes. “He’s a try-hard. I hate try-hards. My mother loves him, so of course you’d love him, too.”

“I wouldn’t call it love--”

“Good. Because he’s lame.”

Ezi tilted her head, looking puzzled. “What’s lame?”

“Boring. Not interesting.”

“Oh.” She gave an understanding nod. “Then you’re the lamest.”

“Okay, you know what?” Harry exhaled and pointed to her bedroom door. He had never felt more like a dad than he was now. “You’re grounded for a day. That means you’re not allowed to leave your room tomorrow.”

“How will I eat?”

“The food will be brought to your room.”

Ezi’s face turned red as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot. “You cannot imprison me!”

“It’s not imprisoning if you still get to play games and watch videos on your iPad.”

Harry knew Ezi loved the iPad. Her furrowed brows relaxed as soon as she heard that she got to keep it. “Fine.” She breathed. “I don’t want to see your face anyway. I’ll just be in my room with Chilli.”

“Good.”

“Good!”

Ezi shoved Harry aside as she stormed into her room and kicked the door shut. Harry stared at it for a moment. Then, he smiled, shook his head and went back to his room.

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Ezili had a nightmare again.

This time, she’d returned to the ocean after failing her mission, and as punishment, her mother had turned her into a shrimp, while her sister had watched with a satisfied sneer.

A few moments after she’d woken up screaming, she heard Harry’s footsteps pounding down the hallway before he burst into her room, panting as he asked if she was alright. She almost said that she was now that he was here, but she didn’t and only answered with a nod.

“Okay,” Harry gave a crooked smile. “Just...wake me up if you need anything.”

“Wait.” The word slipped out before Ezili could stop herself.

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Yeah?”

She rubbed her hands onto her thighs, feeling the smoothness of the fabric of her nightgown, which brought her a sense of comfort. In the semi-darkness of her room, Harry looked strangely handsome with his messy hair and sleepiness in his heavy hooded eyes. She wondered why he had to be all groomed most of the time when he already looked good without trying.

For a second, she forgot what she was about to say then flinched when he called her name.

“Can you sleep here with me tonight?” she asked.

Harry looked stiff, his lips slightly parted.

“If you want to,” she quickly added. When she was living under the sea, she had hated sharing her space with the other sirens, so she could imagine how uncomfortable Harry must feel about her request. Still, she knew if he was around, she wouldn’t have nightmares. If she focused on his presence, then she wouldn’t think about her mother and sister and the task that seemed impossible to complete. Besides, she wanted to be as close to him as possible, learn his behaviours, and slowly slip into his mind and then his heart.

“I mean…” He scratched the back of his head and awkwardly looked around the room. “I guess I could sleep on the sofa over there.”

“There’s plenty of space on this bed,” she said, patting the spot beside her.

His mouth curled. “I know. I just don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. After what happened tonight, I thought you wouldn’t want to be near a man anymore.”

Ezili shrugged. “Well, I’ll try not to hate you tonight.”

Harry rested a shoulder against the doorframe and rubbed his chin. “Well, well, well, are you saying that I chase your bad dreams away?”

“Yes, because you’re already a living nightmare.”

Her response made him laugh. At this point, she could conclude that he enjoyed being degraded.

He narrowed his eyes at her. “How’s your English so good? I thought you must speak a language for sirens, no?”

“We speak Séren back home.”

“Oh, cool. Say something in your language.”

“T’ko thikc mei vie mei zua zi.”

“Damn. What does it mean?”

“I don’t like you because you’re ugly.”

Harry’s smile vanished, making Ezili explode in laughter. When she saw the way he was gawking at her, probably because she had never laughed like that before, she forced herself to stop and cleared her throat. “Yeah, so that’s Séren.”

“How do you speak English so well then?”

“Not just English. I also speak French, Danish, and German.”

“Wow. Your fish schools teach human languages?”

Ezili made a disgusted face. “No. I learn them from hearing the conversations of the sailors on the boats.”

“Makes sense.” Harry nodded slowly. “You seem like a fast learner. Way too fast; it’s scary. Maybe your brain is even more developed than mine.”

“Thank you.”

“Now that I’ve entertained you--”

“You’ve done nothing. I did all the talking.”

“I gave you a topic to talk about. Don’t be mean.” Harry rolled his eyes. “Anyway, now that you’re entertained, do you still want me to stay?”

Ezili thought for a second and nodded.

“Alright,” Harry breathed and shut the door behind him. “I’ll stay. Scoot over.”

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” Ezili said.

Harry froze when he’d sat down on the edge of the bed. “What?”

Was there something wrong with his hearing? He’d asked her to repeat a lot of things tonight.

“You’re permitted to touch me tonight,” she told him again in annoyance. “You might touch my hand or arm when you sleep. I can’t hold you accountable for that.”

“That’s not--” He exhaled and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed. “You know what? Good for you. Keep that attitude when you’re with any man. I’m a man myself, but most of us are pigs.”

“You mean all of you.”

“I literally just lay down and you’re already insulting me.”

“Fine. I’ll stop,” Ezili said, smiling as she watched Harry adjust the covers to make himself comfortable.

“I can’t sleep with you staring at me like that,” he said with one eye shut and the other half-opened.

Pouting, Ezili turned over with her back to him. Harry’s throaty laugh made her stomach clench, but in a good way. “Ezi,” he whispered. “I was only joking.”

She completely ignored him, pretending she was asleep. He was quiet for the next few moments, and when she looked back to check, he was already sleeping. She thought he was playing, so she called his name and lightly pulled a strand of his hair, but he didn’t react. He was lying on his back, his mouth slightly open as he breathed, chest rising and falling in a calming rhythm. She pushed up on one elbow and peered down at his face. She hadn’t observed him this close before. Well, not since their first encounter on the beach. The last time, however, had been in a different situation, and she hadn’t got time to properly study him. Humans were exquisite-looking creatures. She would never admit aloud, but she had always envied them for it.

She started counting his eyelashes and connecting the freckles on his face. The more she looked, the more fascinating he became. It had amazed her how he’d rescued her instead of another human. And not just any human, but his family. She would never betray her kind for a human. Her rescuing him twice had been an act to gain his trust, when the whole purpose of this mission was to have him dead at the end.

Slowly and carefully, she moved closer and gently pressed her ear to his chest. She could hear it. The thumping of his heart, pumping blood through his veins, keeping him alive. He would be dead without that heart. Sadly, so would she.

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“Good morning?” Harry said in a tone of a question when he woke up and found Ezi standing in front of the window with her back straight and arms to her sides, like one of those guards in front of Buckingham Palace. “Helloooo?”

“Shhhh. I’m meditating.”

“Who meditates standing up?” He snorted. “Man, you’ve been watching too much YouTube.”

“TikTok. And I’m not a man.”

“Wait, you’re on TikTok now?”

Ezi released a long breath and turned around to face him, hands on her hips. Sunlight filtered through the thin material of her blue nightgown, and Harry looked away as fast as he could before he got hard over a nipple or something. He wasn’t a bad guy. It was only--

“Seven in the morning,” he groaned into the pillow and fell back to the bed. “Fucking hell.”

“It’s morning, so you’re not welcome in my bed anymore.”

He removed the pillow to glare at her. “Ungrateful little minx. Said that after I’d chased away all the nightmares.”

“Go before I send Chilli to take you out.”

As if she heard her name, Chilli appeared in the doorway and licked her little paw while sending Harry a death look.

“You’re siding with the enemy now, huh?” he asked the cat.

“Why not?” Ezi said. “She’s a smart girl.”

Harry groaned loudly as he pushed himself out of bed and started doing some stretches. “Remember,” he told Ezi, who was watching him with her arms crossed and a judgy look on her face. How did she manage to look this good at seven in the morning? Totally unfair. “Remember,” he repeated as he almost forgot what he was trying to say. “You’re grounded. So you can’t leave your room today, but the food will be brought to you. You’re allowed to use the bathroom down the hall.”

“Fine.”

“Fine.” He ruffled his hair and gestured at her. “Now continue doing...that...thing that you were doing.”

“Meditating.”

“Whatever,” he chuckled. “Weirdo.”

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“Good morning, Mr Boss!” said Amy, Harry’s assistant, as he went downstairs. She’d just arrived with the flowers for his living room.

“Morning, Ames. Any updates?”

“All in the email I sent you, Boss. Also, your mother called...52 times.”

“Yeah, I’ll deal with her,” Harry gave the girl a tight smile as he fixed his hair in the giant mirror by the stairs. “Thank you so much.”

“Did you watch the season finale of Master of the House?” Amy asked, smiling at his reflection in the mirror.

He turned around, grinning back at her. He liked how Amy was always so enthusiastic, but at the same time, found it difficult to match her energy. “No, been too busy. What happened?”

“I won’t spoil.” She giggled and started replacing the flowers in the vase in the centre of the living room with the new ones. “You should watch it this week and we’ll discuss.”

“I will.” When he got to the door, Harry did a spin as he remembered what he almost forgot. “Amy, can you stay here and wait for Niall to come? Also, there’s a girl sleeping upstairs. Don’t wake her.”

Amy’s usual grin had never disappeared so fast. Her hand that was holding a rose froze midair when she asked, “Was it the girl I saw the other day?”

“Yeah.”

“Your new girlfriend?”

“Just a friend.” Harry knew Amy had a little crush on him. It was harmless, so he didn’t really care. “I gotta go,” he told her, pretending he couldn’t see through her frown. “Wait for Niall.”

“Okay.” She forced a toothy grin and waved. “Have a great day, Boss!”

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This shirt was too big for Ezili. She shook her head, tongue stuck out at the corner of her lips as she reached further into the closet to get the dark blue t-shirt at the back.

As she pulled the pink shirt she was wearing over her head and put on the blue one. She heard the door to the closet creak open. Her chest nearly exploded. It was just Chilli.

She gave the cat a look. “What?”

The cat meowed at her.

“Yeah, I know he said I couldn’t leave my room and was only allowed to use the bathroom, but I’m bored.” She slipped on a white tennis skirt and sat down on the floor to put on a pair of white shoes. She struggled with the strings, but somehow still managed to tie them into two nice bows like she’d seen on those tutorials.

Twirling in front of the mirror, she asked Chilli, “Do you think I look good?”

Chilli responded by rubbing her tiny head against Ezili’s ankle. Ezili took it as a yes.

Their moment was interrupted by a loud thump from downstairs. Speaking of which, Ezili hadn’t heard from Harry all morning. He’d left breakfast for her at the door and disappeared to who knew where. She probably should go check on him.

Chilli followed her to the living room, both forgetting that Ezili wasn’t supposed to go downstairs. But it didn’t matter anymore, because instead of Harry, she found the green-haired girl lying on her stomach on the white cushioned sofa with her feet in the air and a half-finished bag of chips on the coffee table.. The sound Ezili had heard was the result of the chair this girl had knocked over yet didn’t bother to pick up.

Ezili hesitated for a moment behind the bookcase behind the girl. Before she decided to speak up, the girl did. She was on the phone with someone.

“So the master of the house was taken care of.”

Master of the house?

Harry?

“Nah, I think that girl is dead, too,” the green-haired girl giggled. What was so funny about death? “No, I don’t mean like dead now. But if she attacks, then the team will take her out.”

Ezili shivered. Could she be talking about Ezili? The master of the house was Harry. This green-haired monster had murdered Harry, and Ezili was the next target.

“What do you mean I don’t know that? I’m the expert. I’ve watched stuff like this all the time. Believe me. There’s no way she’s not getting caught. I can’t wait for the world to find out who she really is.”

Ezili went numb until she felt Chilli around her ankle. She put a finger to her lips to order the cat to stay quiet otherwise they’d both die. Picking up the cat, she walked quietly to the front door and slipped out before the green-haired girl found out she’d left her room. She must run away. She’d rather die by her mother’s hands than become a prisoner to humans.

The problem was: she didn’t know where she was.

How far was the ocean from here? She remembered having flown across the sky inside the iron bird, so this land must be very far from home.

“Watch where you’re going, crazy bitch!”

Ezili screamed when a car made a loud noise that almost blew up her ears. She stumbled backwards to the side of the road as the man inside the car gave her a look of contempt and drove off.

She hugged Chilli tighter to her chest. Relax, the voice inside her head said. I know you’ll figure out what to do.

She inhaled deeply and--

“Ezili?”

The sound of her name felt like a splash of water on a hot day. She shot her focus to the white car with the window rolled down and saw a familiar handsome face with glasses.

“Dawson!”

Dawson poked his head out of the window. He was wearing a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans -- the opposite image of the person she’d met last night. “Hey, where are you going?” he asked, looking concerned. “With the cat. Where’s Harry?”

“He’s dead,” Ezili told him quietly. She couldn’t let them find out that she’d escaped.

To her surprise, Dawson laughed. Could it be that he was one of them?

“Sooo dead. His mum sent me to check on him because she’s raging and he doesn’t answer his phone. But don’t worry. This happens all the time. He’s like a cat. Got nine lives.”

Ezili rapidly shook her head. “There was a girl in there. Green hair—”

“Harry’s assistant?”

“Yeah, that girl!” She continued nodding. “She was talking on the phone with someone. She said that the m-master of the house i-is dead.”

“Shit.” Dawson’s face grew dim. Maybe he’d finally understood. “She spoiled you the season finale?”

What?

“That sucks. But don’t worry, there’s still more.”

“What?”

“Master of the House. The Netflix show.”

It took Ezili’s brain a few moments to process, then she realised she had made a fool out of herself for nothing. Of course the green-haired girl wasn’t talking about killing Harry. It was a Netflix show!

Sighing in relief, she threw on a smile. “Oh, right. Yeah, that really shocked me. Harry’s not home, by the way.”

Dawson grimaced. “You okay? Where were you running off to?”

“Uhhh.” Ezili straightened her back. “W-Where were you running off to? I mean, driving.”

Dawson chuckled. He also had dimples like Harry’s, just not as prominent. “I came to see Harry but since he’s not home.” He peered around her to the front gate of Harry’s house. “I guess I’ll go to the bookstore today.” Another smile at Ezili. Unlike Harry, this one smiled a lot. And Ezili was keen on it. “Wanna come?”

Go with him?

Yes, yes she absolutely wanted that.

Harry wasn’t going to let her explore this new land anyway. And after the incident this morning, it was for the best if she knew her way around here, to escape when she must. Still, she remembered how angry he’d been last night about her not doing what he’d told her to do and putting herself in danger. She was about to turn down the offer when Chilli jumped out of her arms and into the car with Dawson. She sat casually on Dawson’s lap, gazing up at Ezili.

Dawson beamed. “Looks like the cat’s made up its mind.”

Ezili rolled her eyes, threw her head back and groaned. “Her name’s Chilli,” she said. “But, fine. I’ll go with you.”

.

.

.

Niall felt like the main character today as he skipped up the steps to Harry’s door. Harry had asked him for a favour again. Because where else would his best friend turn to when things got rough? Niall knew that he was helpful and the best friend Harry could ask for. Still, he tried to stay humble about it.

“Sup, Ames.” He waved at Harry’s assistant, who opened the door for him. “Did you like my new TikTok?”

“With all five of my accounts. I got you, Nialler,” Amy said as she leaned against the staircase while chewing gum in her mouth.

Niall shrugged off his coat and hung it up. “Thanks, love. Sorry I’m late. Mikasa was wild this morning. I’m literally exhausted.”

“Uh, TMI?”

“What do you mean? It’s just yoga. She and her ‘I’m a therapist. Yoga will be good for your mental health’. She thinks I’m in love with her and would do anything for her. And you know what? She’s absolutely correct. Now where’s the girl?”

Amy looked confused for a second before she realised who he was referring to. “Oh, the pale girl? I saw her leave with Dawson Styles.”

“What?!”

“Yeah, she got into his car with Chilli. Is she really Harry’s girlfriend? I don’t like her. She didn’t say hello to me the first time and not this morning, either.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Niall grabbed his head. “Sick girl on the loose. Sick girl on the loose. Thanks Ames.” Ignoring Amy looking baffled, he pulled out his phone and called Harry. The endless ringing only got him more frustrated. “Pick up, you motherfucker. It’s always the Nialler who has to save the day.”

Harry picked up after what seemed like a million beeps. “Don’t tell me someone’s injured. It’s only been an hour.”

“Worse!” Niall almost yelled. “Dawson kidnapped the girl!”

[thorin-is-a-cuddler]

Shiro headcanons

the paladins know that Shiro is like super competitive, so whenever he is too much of a responsible Space Dad in their opinion all it takes is a smug „oh it‘s okay Shiro, I suppose you‘re just too old for this already…“

80% of the time Shiro will snarl and do the thing

20% of the time he chases the others Lance out of the room

Shiro is so soft for Keith it‘s actually hilarious, he cannot stay serious in a sparring match, he always sneaks in a few tickles because Keeeith look at him he‘s soo cute (Keith loves Shiro too much to hate it)

Also Keith watch out, Shiro will blow a raspberry on your neck if you‘re too stubborn, that is his rule

In a real fight Shiro is ruthless, he is so badass wow, he will kick his enemies into the infinity of space, this guy is a brutal force

Shiro is out of all of them the closest to a real lion. Touch Pidge and he will step in front of her and roar at you.

Shiro once threw something at Lance‘s head and then acted completely normal, looked at his iPad thingy and reproachfully said Keith‘s name. Keith has never felt this betrayed before.

When someone on the team is sad, they cannot hide it from Shiro, he knows these things and he will put a hand on their shoulder and offer comfort and basically everyone gives in to this bc Shiro hugs are the best

Except for Keith ofc, Keith is a hard nut to crack, but Shiro learned at the garrison that he just needs time and eventually always shows up at his door in the middle of the night looking for cuddles

Shiro has his own demons obviously, but he always puts others before him and nobody ever really questions his well being

Until that one time Shiro comforts a homesick Lance and Lance just straight out asks: „Shiro, how are you doing actually?“

Shiro blinks. Shiro.exe has stopped working. Shiro just acts as if Lance never asked this and talks about something else.

The only person who can get Shiro to talk about himself is ofc Keith, but only bc Keith gets so angry and demanding about this that Shiro can‘t get away from it. The second he starts opening up, Keith gets very sweet though and has been known to violently tackle-hug Shiro down somewhere bc that always makes him laugh

Lance and Hunk always shave alongside Shiro even though they have zero beard growth and it usually ends up with Shiro having to patch up both of them

Pidge and Shiro play video games together or rather against one another and they get totally resentful about it

„What was that sound?“ „Shiro lost and tripped the couch!“

And of course OF COURSE he does push-ups with a paladin on his back, no problem at all. He just has a problem when they all decide to sit down on him simultaneously, pinning him on the ground and not letting him up again. Brats.

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It’s a mess

NCT 24th member / Dream 8th member

Bee’s Masterlist

“The C in NCT stands for Chaos: A copilation of random moments during NCT 2020″

requested by: anon

a/n: Feel free to share your thoughts with me. Requests are open!💛

“Do you know how to wink?” Sungchan asked Bee when they were sitting behind the scenes of the photoshoot. “Some members were struggling earlier”

“Yeah, I do” She giggled, politely denying as he tried to pass her a bag of chips “Thanks but I haven’t done my solo shots yet”

“Oh, okay” He nodded taking a mouthful “How many members have finished already?”

“I think half of them must be done” She answered, giggling after a few seconds “Small talk makes things awkward. Do you want to go see what the rest are doing?”

“Yeah, let’s go”. Getting up, they walked along the staff until finding Jungwoo and Kun talking on the side. Sprinting towards them, Bee crashed Kun in a hug while the two boys greeted each other.

“Do I want to know what you’re up to?” The oldest giggled as she bounced on her feet.

“We’re just passing time” She said casually and Jungwoo shook his head, placing both his hands on the side of her face and turning it towards Kun.

“Don’t trust this little face. She’s ready to backstab us at any point” Squeezing her cheeks together at the last word, the boys laughed at her confused face and let it go. “Oh, Taeil Hyung. Let us get a word from you”.

Approaching them carefully, Taeil laughed as Jungwoo threw his arm over his shoulder and began asking random questions about the weather.

“What’s going on right now?” Bee giggled to Sungchan who only shrugged, also entertained by the random switches to English on their conversation. 

“Oh, the sky is showing signs of gloominess so maybe later we’re going to get a rainstorm”  Johnny showed up talking in some very quick English making Taeil smile while repeating “Yes” and the little group watching laugh a little lost.

“Don’t you think that rain is good for the environment? That way the plants get watered, and it’s part of nature’s natural cycle” Turning to her, Johnny kept babbling the first thing that came to his mind.

Staring with wide eyes, Bee’s face broke into a beaming smile as she spoke in English the first sentence she had remembered “Nctzens are so pretty. Thank you for your love"

“We actually grew close as a group, I don’t think there’s anyone who needs a little push”. Taeyong answered a comment that asked if there was anyone who was still awkward with each other. 

The vlive before the music video was going quite smooth so far, allowing Bee to just watch and rest her head on Xiaojun’s shoulder.

“Actually,” Jaemin’s voice interrupted them for looking at another question, and he smiled at the girl “I haven’t seen Jaehyun Hyung and Bee interacting even now”

“Oh, true” Lucas clapped nodding and Doyoung agreed “It’s only when we’re as a group, maybe we need to make an episode for them”

“But we’re not awkward with each other” The girl tried to defend herself by going back to the original question “We just don’t interact that much”

“If we left the two of you alone it would probably get awkward”. Taeyong laughed at her pouting, Jaehyun also joining on her side saying “It wouldn’t, we actually went out for drinks a few weeks ago”.

Falling silent, the room turned towards him frowning making the boy shrug with Doyoung and Jaemin gasping “You what?” “When?”.

Bee nodded swinging her feet around and added towards Jaemin “I told you when I was leaving, you nodded and everything”

“I have no memory of such thing” The boy frowned further “Are you lying to us?”.

“Do you have a picture or something to prove?” Doyoung asked laughing incredulous and Jaehyun pulled out his phone, scrolling through the gallery as Bee laughed at their shocked faces.

“I can’t show it to the camera”. He chuckled stealing a glance at the managers and turning his phone sideways. The screen showing to those sitting next to him the selfie he had taken along with the girl, Jungkook and Sunny from BTS. 

“Why is this getting weirder?” Taeyong giggled as Bee and Jaehyun laughed at their questions and turned his attention back to the iPad. “Well, let’s move on”

“If I hear ‘Ayo listen up’ one more time in the next five minutes I might punch someone” Bee groaned sitting on the ground. Her threat doing nothing but entertain Shotaro who sat next to her and make Haechan and Ten laugh.

“We only got a two-minute break, so I think I’m changing places”. Hyuck chuckled walking lazily as the line formation was broken and stood behind Bee, making his legs work as a backrest for her.

Almost at the same time, Chenle’s voice could be heard shouting the same lines she had just complained about. Extending her arm, Bee softly tapped Shotaro’s heels and relaxed back into her position as he played along and pretended to be hurt.

“Yun-hee don’t hurt your friends” Haechan whined holding her arms and shaking her, the movement made her head roll loosely and a few giggles erupt. Poking the top of her scalp, Hyuck bent down to stare at her  “Why are you so tired, all we did so far was stand”.

“I’m doing a growing plan. Lots of food and sleep to see if I add a few centimeters to my height” She answered closing her eyes and missing the look between the boys.

“I think we need to wake her up” Shotaro laughed getting up and holding her legs. Following his train of thought, Haechan held under her arms, and they began slowly swinging her body.

Laughing, Bee tried to loosen her body up as much as possible as they increased the speed. Some members around laughing as well and Lucas suddenly standing a little away from them, holding out his arms and joking “Throw her, throw her. I’ll catch it”.

Scared of the possibility of being thrown around and falling because of the clumsy boy, the girl tensed up allowing Shotaro to drop her legs making her stand-up, shaking her head giggling.

“Did anyone see Doyoung?” One of the managers put his head through the door shouting and somebody shouted back “He went to the other dressing room”. The door closing instantly as he left in a hurry.

Towards the back of the room, Bee sat on the ground with Winwin, Hendery, Jeno and Sungchan. Since they were all ready to go back on stage, they decided to play some racing game on their phones while waiting for the rest.   

“Who’s red? I’m after red. Red, please slow down” The girl commented not paying attention to what they were saying and Jeno hummed.

“I’m red, you’re after me?” He asked but didn’t wait for an answer before continuing “Well, not anymore”.

Just as he said that, his car released a black substance making Bee’s car slowdown and get left behind by the others. A cheer of laughter erupting from the boy and Sungchan, while Hendery chuckled a “Noo”.

Putting her phone down, Bee slapped his arm just on time for another manager to walk inside and prompt them to go back on the stage. Throwing their phones on the couch, the group, as well as the members who were just done getting retouched, made their way to the staircase.

After performing other songs, the members started doing some speeches, arranging themselves in a line. Just as Bee was going to her place, Jeno came from her side and bumped shoulders with her standing on the marked spot. Hendery who has watched the exchange laughed remembering the game they had played.

Smiling smug, Jeno pretended to look over her head before staring back at Mark who had been talking. Patting the girl on the head, Hendery bent a little forward, indicating her to jump on his back, that way gaining some height. 

Poking Jeno’s head, Bee and Hendery each did a fighting stance with their arms, making the boy laugh this time a little louder. Taeil, Yuta and YangYang join them despite not knowing what was going on.

“Oh, are we teaming up against Jeno?” Haechan said excited, throwing a few punches on the air and soon almost everyone was doing karate poses.

After ten seconds, almost in agreement, everyone stopped and stared at each other, laughing at how random the moment was. Clearing his throat, Mark said awkwardly not sure of what to do next “May I continue?”

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🛠🎶😅 for the fanfic asks???

Yay, another writing emoji ask! These are fun! Keep them coming! I have already answered a few here!

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Well, I am a big ol' Microsoft Word fan. I've been using it since they taught me how to use computers in elementary school, and while I've tried other word processors, Google Drive, etc, Word is my tried and true. I have it on my PC, my Mac, my iPad, and my iPhone. I write in traditional paragraph form in Times New Roman, size 11, spaced 1.15. Though I've tried writing in different fonts when working on two vastly different projects before.

I am also a fan of the college-ruled spiral notebook and the Pilot G-2 Series 0.34 (or 0.5) gel pen in black. That pen lets me write on both sides of a sheet of notebook paper without bleeding through and I love that. Right now, I'm using a smaller, three-subject notebook with tabs (since I have been working on a trilogy).

Other tools:

music! music music music

before Flash Player left us, a lot of different avatar makers since I'm not good at drawing but needed visuals of my OCs

fandom sources (I have the BttF movies on my desktop behind my Word document so I can get the dialogue perfect, explore what's in the frame, etc. I also have all three movie novelizations, the 2015 newspaper, maps, comics, you name it. I draw from all of these sources when I'm writing to give the work a well-rounded and grounded feel.)

Google and Wikipedia are your friends so long as you know how to verify the validity of the sources. And I always triple-check the information I plan to use.

I honestly act some stuff out if I can't choreograph a scene in my head. I can write it, but then I realize what I've written isn't physically possible, so this helps!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I do. I love music so freaking much. I planned to do music education when I first entered college! I've been a huge film/ tv/ video game score fan since before I can remember. I have specific playlists for each of the stories I've written -- and not just songs that fit the story, but songs I just couldn't stop listening to.

Right now, I've been finishing up the festival scenes in Where You Were, so I've been listening to a lot of the festival music included in the 25th-anniversary edition of the BttF 3 score. But of course the scores for these films inspire my story!

Songs that come during the course of writing the story and help build my plot and tone are special. Right now, for Where You Were, these are some of the pieces I've been playing on a loop:

"You're Full of Stars" by Max Richter (Invasion, Apple TV) - I played this constantly when writing the opening prologue where Marty brings Doc back to the mansion and has the big, dark space to himself during the storm.

"Zeit" (Remix by Olàfur Arnalds) by Rammstein - I love Olàfur. It didn't fit the tone of the scene exactly, but I played this a lot when writing Doc and Marty in the archives.

"Tell Him" by Rob Simonsen (The Adam Project, Netflix) - Doc has a big revelation! :D

"Stuff We Did" by Michael Giacchino (Up) - This is a softer variation of the "Married Life" theme that I imagine for Doc and Emma's mother. Perfect for their last scene together in the series.

"I Can't Sell" by Amelia Warner (Wild Mountain Thyme) - This beautifully soft and stirring piece is what I officially dub "Clara's Theme" in my series. I also pair her with the softer variations of the main theme from The Patriot (2000, music by John Williams)

"Kings and Queens" by Thomas Newman (Tolkien) - No spoilers, but a very bright, peaceful snippet for a future Marty and Emma scene.

"Teach You To Read" by Mychael Danna (Where the Crawdads Sing) - I have no real scene assigned to this, but I am stuck on this track right now. It's gorgeous. It captures wonder, curiosity, and enlightenment beautifully, but applying the tone to anything in particular stumps me at the moment. Right now, it's just a dopamine hit during research.

The entire score from News of the World by James Newton Howard and the two volumes of the 1883 scores by Brian Tyler & Breton Vivian basically wrote There Are No Roads (Part 2.5 of my series). The main theme from 1883 is what created and what anchors the tense relationship between Emma and Tannen specifically.

A song with words, you ask? Two recent discoveries I love: "Want Want" by Maggie Rogers is what I imagine a pre-series Emma going through when it comes to Marty, and "Love Brand New" by Bob Moses is kind of my anthem for Not Marty and Not Emma in 1985A now.

Sorry. I could talk music all day, but that's just for the fic I'm working on! I love my film and television scores. There are incredible.

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

So, right now, if it's on my FF.Net page and NOT my AO3, I want to clean it up before really calling attention to it again. Most of those fics were written in high school before I took a real interest in pursing writing and perfecting the craft, so the quality is night and day.

One in particular I guess would be "Light Up the Sound" from 2006. This was the appearance of my BttF OC, Emma Brown, and she was SUCH a Mary Sue I can't even read this thing in one sitting anymore. Luckily, I learned a lot in nine years before deciding to get serious about attempting The Time Circuits Series, and Emma went through a HUGE overhaul. When I rewrote "Light Up the Sound" into my series' prequel "Red Letter Date", she was her own person, and the difference in writing is amazing.

I leave "Light Up the Sound" published as a reminder of how far I've come. From that shit show, I've developed an OC that has received high praise for being well-rounded and seamlessly inserted into a beloved story we all know, and I am incredibly proud of that. But my god, I had to practice a lot of tough love to transform this silly snippet into the launching pad for a trilogy rewrite.

I mean, for goodness sake, I had Emma's birthday as November 12th, and it can't get more cringe than that when it comes to a Mary Sue (unless I gave her purple eyes, of course). I wrote three chapters of the first story and had her at Marty's side CONSTANTLY. I was THAT author.

And I've learned a lot since then. And I applied what I learned to change my character and my story for the better.

Gratefully, it seems to have paid off. :)

Thanks so much for the ask! I had a lot of fun answering your questions! Have a great day!

[the-edge-of-great]

Are you still taking prompts? Can I request 23 and 25 with Julie and Reggie friendship? Their friendship is so sweet. Thanks so much! Your writing is incredible 🥺

aw, thank you! :)

25. “I’m here.”

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Julie and Carlos are in the living room. It’s Tuesday, last slivers of sunlight already crushed by the LA smog and night sky. They’re on opposite ends of the couch, Carlos wrapped in a blanket with his eyes glued to the TV, and Julie playing a game on her phone, finishing a bowl of popcorn. Between them, is Reggie, pillow hugged to his chest, feet on the coffee table, eyes also glued to the TV. He shares a love of Spongebob with Carlos (even if Carlos doesn’t know it).

Julie suddenly scoffs and drops her phone on the pillow. Reggie looks over, an eyebrow raised and a question on the tip of his tongue, but Carlos interrupts, “Did you lose in mini golf again?” He doesn’t even look away from the TV.

She glares at nothing in particular, rises to her feet, and grabs the empty bowl. “I don’t know how she’s so good at it!”

“It’s not that hard.” Carlos turns to smirk over the back of the couch while Julie walks into the kitchen. “I could give you some pointers.”

Reggie twists to watch the exchange as well. As weird as it sounds, he likes listening to them banter. It reminds him of him and his brother back in high school.

Julie catches his eye as she laughs sarcastically. Her scowl almost curves into a smile when he grins at her.

Behind him, the sixth straight episode of Spongebob Squarepants begins—six! Nickelodeon must be broken or something.

And then a violent tremor cuts through the house. It begins as a soft vibration in his legs, and in seconds, his teeth are shaking, and he can hear the glassware in the cabinets clinking together nervously.

Carlos is quick. Reggie turns to him, ready to shove him under a doorway or something, but he’s already off the couch and crawling beneath the coffee table. Curling into a ball, he covers his bowed head with his arms; this isn’t his first time.

Glass shatters in the kitchen. First it’s one dish, and then it’s a dozen. Reggie moves to rise from the couch. His vision is fuzzy—eyes themselves won’t stop vibrating, which is a weird thought. He grabs the couch for support as he pushes himself to his feet, but the floor is moving too! This isn’t his first time either, but fuck, it’s been years.

Lights flash angrily until they cut out completely. There are more crashes around the house: heavy thuds and high pitched shatters. “Julie!” Reggie calls.

“Here!” she shouts.

Here sounds somewhere in front of him, but he can’t even see his hand in front of his face. “Uh, you’ll have to be a little more specific!”

“Kitchen table!”

He’s there right when everything stops. The earth settles to a soft halt, but Reggie’s still tense. Just ‘cause it’s been a while doesn’t mean he’s forgotten about aftershocks.

“Julie?” he whispers, dropping to his knees.

Instead of answering, a flashlight shines in his face. She lowers it when he squints and blocks his eyes. “Hey,” she breathes. “Sorry.”

“Where’d you get a flashlight?”

“It’s on my phone.”

Of course it is; modern technology is something else.

Reggie crawls under the table next to her. “You okay?” he asks. “I heard something break.”

“Yeah. I mean, probably.”

He doesn’t like the uncertainty of probably.

They’re about to crawl out from beneath the table when an aftershock rips through the house. Julie flinches after a book slips off its shelf in front of them. She pushes away from the edge of the table and leans into Reggie.

“I hate these,” she says into his shoulder.

Reggie nods, hugging her close. “Me too.”

They wait for two minutes; Julie keeps track on her phone.

“Julie?” Carlos calls cautiously.

“I’m here,” Julie replies. “You okay?”

“Yeah. You?”

A pause. “Yeah.” Reggie sees the light flicker at him, but he doesn’t look over until she inhales sharply. “Oh.”

Small shards of glass are stuck in her palm. Blood dribbles from the punctures and runs down her hand. It’s not life threatening, but Reggie knows that has to hurt.

“Are there bandages somewhere?” he asks.

Julie nods, waving his phone in the direction. “Under the sink.”

As he's walking to the kitchen, he peeks into the living room. He’s on two steps away when he realizes her can’t actually see Carlos to check on him. But that’s okay—he can see the glow of his iPad under the coffee table, and soft voices from a video fill the silence. Reggie chuckles. Yeah, this isn’t his first time.

When he returns with a first aid kit, Julie has already picked out the pieces of glass that she could see. They lay in a pile at her feet—far more than he originally thought. Reggie takes a seat next to her and pops open the box.

Julie shines the light over him as he searches for supplies. “You’ll need the cotton balls, and the—” she begins.

“—rubbing alcohol,” Reggie finishes. “I got this, Julie.” He flashes a smile at her.

“Hey, where are Alex and Luke?” she asks suddenly, as if the thought just occurred to her.

Reggie shrugs. He reaches for her hand. “I don’t know really; they went out earlier.”

“Do you think they’re okay?”

“Well, they’re already ghosts—at least they can’t get into any serious trouble.”

“That’s what I thought before the Caleb Thing.”

Reggie huffs a laugh and rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay. They’re fine, though. Well, Alex might be freaking out, but Luke’s with him, so—” He shrugs.

She nods. “Earthquakes freak me out, too.” She flinches when the alcohol touches her injuries; Reggie tightens his grip around her wrist, anticipating her pulling away. “Been a while since one has knocked out the electric, though.”

“Last one I remember was the Northridge earthquake.”

“Was it bad?”

The look he gives her must tell the whole story, because her eyebrows raise in surprise. “Oh.”

“It was… terrifying.”

While Reggie wraps her hand in medical gauze, Julie says, “Last year, Puerto Rico was hit with a few bad earthquakes. I have family down there.” He glances up at her. “We had to keep up with what was happening on the news because we couldn’t contact them for weeks.”

“Were they okay?”

“Yeah. Thankfully.”

He smiles when she does, mutual relief in the air. As Reggie finishes wrapping her hand, he asks, “Is that too tight?”

She flexes her fingers. “No; feels good.” She smiles. “Thank you.”

The lights don’t come back on that night. Ray returns ten minutes later, on the phone with Julie’s tía Victoria about how he didn’t care if the ground split open, he was getting home to his kids! Dios.

Julie volunteers to look for lanterns and candles in the studio. Reggie follows behind, since she has the flashlight. Luke and Alex are there, lounging on the couch from what he can see. Alex flinches when she shines the light in their faces, but Luke is on his feet in seconds, rushing across the room to meet them.

“Hey, are you guys okay?” he asks, taking Julie’s injured hand in his own while looking them both over.

“We lived,” Julie answers, shrugging. Then she pauses, like her words are sinking in. “I mean—”

“Julie fell,” Reggie adds, snickering. She shoves him.

She sighs. “I think my phone screen broke.”

“Is your family okay?” Alex asks.

“Yeah.” Reggie can hear the smile in her voice. “We’re all good. Once I find some candles and lanterns, we’ll be better.”

“Oh, I think there are some lanterns in the loft,” Alex says just before disappearing.

“We were at the pier when it happened,” Luke explains. “The waves were crazy. It wasn’t as bad as ‘94, though.”

Reggie huffs. “Dude, nothin’s as bad as ‘94.”

“Think that’s the first thing Alex thought of when it happened,” Luke says quietly. Reggie can’t see him, but he knows the voice. He’s thankful Alex wasn’t alone on one of his ghost adventures tonight.

A crash upstairs makes them flinch. Julie gasps; he hears her hand smack her chest.

“Alex?” Reggie calls.

“You good, man?” Luke adds.

Alex doesn’t answer that, but he does say after a moment, “You know what we should have as ghosts? Night vision.”

Julie laughs out loud. Luke chuckles. Reggie grins.

The Molinas spend the rest of their night playing board games. While they’re seated around the coffee table, Reggie and the guys are on the couch; he’s trying to explain the concept of Spongebob; they aren’t getting it.

“That sounds like the dumbest show,” Alex decides.

“It’s a gem,” Reggie defends.

“So, was it actually the earthquake that broke the bowl,” Carlos begins, reaching across the board for the pair of die, “or did you rage quit?”

“Rage quit?” Luke whispers.

“Mini golf,” Reggie supplies.

“That doesn’t…” Alex says, shaking his head. “What?”

Julie rolls her eyes. “Ha ha. It was the earthquake, dummy.”

“And how did you wrap your hand so well in the dark, on your own?”

“Maybe one of my ghost friends helped me out.” She smirks.

Ray rolls his eyes. “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t want to hear any more teasing unless it’s smack talk about the game, got it?”

The guys laugh. “Best dad,” Reggie mutters.

While Carlos heckles their dad to buy a property, Julie raises her hand to Reggie. They share a grin; he bumps her fist with his.

He never thought he’d say this, but maybe earthquakes aren’t so bad.

[thoughts-on-bangtan]

This isn’t really an ask but I wanted to share something I was thinking about with you guys who show your sincere love/admiration for BTS in all you post —

Watching the past BTS Run episodes and the behind videos makes me feel a certain way not only because we get to see the boys relax and have fun (even if they get frustrated a bit haha *looking at HS and JM*), but also because I wonder how often they got to play around and do these kinds of things during the age most people do? I’d say teens and early-20s is the age when we do silly things like play mini games with friends, go to amusement parks for the first time, take a stab at cooking — and yet they were working their hardest and truly shedding blood, sweat, and tears during that time (thinking about JK makes me incredibly soft because he really started young). This show really just allows them to have fun. And it’s frustrating to see that others called the show terrible and said it was something the boys were forced to do and didn’t truly enjoy (the article saying otherwise was a blessing).

Watching “special guests” also be on the show I think highlights this feeling (of them enjoying doing these kinds of things) even more! You can see the excited ness and almost shy manners when they have others on (the voice acting, T1, and recent cooking ep come to mind). I’m looking forward to future episodes! Are there any things/games/themes you’d like to see the boys do on a BTS Run episode?

(Ah, sorry, I guess there is an ask — only if you two wish to answer it!)(Catch me listening to Young Forever now in my feels 😭)

I’ve been sitting on this ask forever and I’m really sorry for that! Especially since it’s such a good one, so thank you so much for sending it in. Maybe that’s why it took me so long, since I kind of wanted to think about it a little and offer something (hopefully) good as response.

RUN certainly offers them a bit of time in their schedules to just be silly together, play mini games and other things they normally wouldn’t really be able to do in their own time, like the zombie game episode or try a flower class. In one of the episodes of Break the Silence Yoongi spoke about how things that are mundane for us are special to them since they don’t get to do them without putting thought into how to pull it off; Seokjin spoke about how while his friends said that he’ll never have to worry about rent, he argued that while that may be true, they will never have to worry about something as trivial as walking down the street, or in one of the Bring the Soul (if I remember currently) episodes where Seokjin was apologetic about wanting to visit the zoo in Berlin since it meant that he had to take so many people with him since they were abroad, though it’s less of an issue while they’re in Korea it seems.

It’s curious how different that experience is for the members though, I mean, just look at their vacation in 2019 and how different it went for Namjoon and Jimin. While Jimin was quickly discovered and followed in Paris and Russia, Namjoon toured through Europe in a way that while ARMY from the respective countries knew about it, they kept it so low key everyone else had no idea until Namjoon posted about it himself. On the other hand, except for their finishing trip, we have no idea what Yoongi did during their vacation, or Hobi besides his CNS collab.

But, generally, it’s rather clear that none of the members would be able to just show up at Everland (an amusement park in Korea, the place where they filmed the America’s Got Talent performance of Dynamite) and have a good time without immediately being spotted, or having to heavily rely on disguises (and likely still worry about it not being enough and what would happen if they were discovered, therefore defeating the entire point of going to a place like that in the first place).

There are two sides to every medal. While yes they had and continue to have to give up on certain things, experiences and freedoms that seem so normal to the average person, something we don’t even have to think about much or can just do whenever we want (like going to the cinema at peak hours or go to McDonald’s (even one of the TXT members couldn’t do that without pictures being secretly taken of him and posted on sns and TXT isn’t nearly as famous as BTS)), they also gain a lot in terms of money but also experiences no one but them will have in such a way. They get to live their dream of being artists, of giving giant concerts all across the globe, of sharing their music with millions of people and bringing us happiness and comfort when we need it most.

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In one of the episodes of Bring the Soul Tae spoke about how they had the opportunities to go higher quicker, but they refused, wanted to do things their own way in their own time. It isn’t like they’ve lost control of their lives, like they wouldn’t be able to do things if they truly wanted—after all in the Bring the Soul episode where Seokjin went to the Zoo, Hobi could also walk around in the area close to the arena where they performed largely without being bothered (which might be due to his heavy disguise and security, but you get the point)—but there are limitations, and in a way, it really is a shame, but at the end of the day, many of these things are ones they’ll still be able to do whenever their fame will calm down, or fade away one day in the future. Cinemas and flower classes and amusement parks won’t just disappear, and they are certainly things you can still do once you’re thirty or forty years old, or even older than that.

But, going back to RUN, the show certainly offers them the opportunity to not have to wait until their fame passes, gives them a chance to experience and try things while also sharing that with us, work and pleasure at once. Though it’s clear that perhaps filming episodes isn’t always at the top of their priorities and I can imagine there are things they’d sometimes rather do—I mean episodes that we’ve seen being filmed in hotel rooms between concerts where I’m sure they’d rather spend the day relaxing, though they likely still prefer filming RUN over giving yet another boring and mindless interview in English, since let’s be honest, those aren’t…great, usually.

When it comes to guests on RUN, be it in form of people like the T1 members or instructors like the tennis players or the auntie teaching them how to make kimchi, it’s always so funny to me to see how humble they are about their own fame, how they get all shy as though they are meeting someone exceedingly famous instead of them being the most famous people in any room they enter. Looking at how they speak of their goals and achievements, it’s easy to see though that they’ve carefully worked on not allowing their fame to get to their heads, to remain grounded and as connected to reality as possible despite being them and how different their lives are from those of normal people. I mean, how many of us can say they were mobbed while trying to buy an iPad?

It's also so beautiful and remarkable to me how people who have met them spoke about them, like Isaac the florist who spoke about how interested they all were in the flowers and truly participated and listened, that they were extremely friendly, kind and polite, and if that doesn’t sound like Bangtan, I don’t know what does. I think this is also one of the reasons why they managed to get to where they are now, why they are so strong as a group, why they still enjoy spending time together, still manage to get even closer and deepen their friendships even after a decade has passed—they’ve remained human despite everything they’ve gone through, despite the heights they keep on reaching, despite all the awards and achievements, the number ones and sold out tours.

Tae said the following about V and his relation to Kim Taehyung in Break the Silence: Persona (the movie):

I think V can show parts of Kim Taehyung and parts of V, but Kim Taehyung can’t show V. Kim Taehyung is Kim Taehyung. Kim Taehyung is someone who’s still filled with a lot of curiosity and he’s inquisitive about a lot of things. There are so many things he wants to do. Also I think there’s so many things he is curious about.

This is the important stuff, and while I don’t have such quotes for the other members, I’m sure it’s true for them as well. Even after all this time Tae is still curious about the world, still has things he’d like to do, he’s still himself even while he stands on stage as V, hasn’t lost himself to the stage persona and the fame. We know Namjoon had a whole crisis about where RM ends and Kim Namjoon begins, and if they really are two separate things, if Namjoon even still exists or if RM has taken over his personality. I’m sure all of them had their respective moment of trying to determine who they are as people, who they are as artists, and who they want to be when they look in the mirror, how to not lose the person below the persona. We’ve also had Jungkook question his worth outside of being a BTS member, something I’m sure all of them also experienced in one way or another since it seems like such an inevitable question to ask yourself after you’ve been part of a group for so long, and yet despite it all, they all still want to stay together as BTS for as long as they can, despite mixtapes and thoughts of wanting to at least be able/confident enough to lead a concert on their own (Jungkook BE Weverse interview).

RUN gives them a chance to be them, to have fun, to be silly, to not have to constantly be on guard, to have fun in an environment where they can feel safe and are surrounded by people who have been with them for a long time and have their best interest in mind as well. There was a whole Weverse Magazine article about it, which I also wrote a post about. And yet there are people who want to take this away from them because they don’t like it while disregarding what BTS themselves want. I won’t call them ARMY since most of them are solos/akgae/mantis, and those are anything but ARMY, they’re not even fans of the one member they claim to stan, are merely caricatures of “fans” who want to “save” them, or rather take control of their lives so BTS would act exactly how they want them to. It’s obsessive and wrong, and it crosses every line and boundary of what it means to be anyone’s fan. As fans it isn’t our job to decide what is and isn’t good for their careers. We don’t know anything about the industry, while they’ve been in it since 2010, and we know nothing about their contracts or what happens behind the scenes.

As long as they are happy and have fun, who are we to question it? I don’t know about you but Bangtan have looked nothing but happy and like they were having a good time in the last couple of episodes, even when they were frustrated because they couldn’t pass a game. After all learning tennis properly and over a longer period of time was their own idea, not anyone else’s, but that’s something those people don’t want to hear anything about or will just twist somehow to fit their narrative. It truly is a shame, but also, it’s their loss if they’d rather make themselves miserable than spend forty minutes laughing along with Bangtan as they’re trying to play the harmonica or trying to cook something with less than stellar cooking skills.

As for something I’d want to see them do on RUN, that’s tricky since there’s so much they’ve already done, but something that comes to mind would be even something as silly as sitting them down and having them try to recreate all the members, or one they chose at random, in The Sims 4. It could be hilarious, and we could see how differently they’d tackle something like it. Or have them decorate a house in Sims, which would be especially interesting with our resident lighting fixtures enthusiast Yoongi. Or maybe something to do with painting, like them attending a class or just attempting to draw the same object or person. (A2: maybe given them a wall and spray cans and have them do graffiti or a mural, or have them do each other’s hair and makeup (taking it serious, of course) for a photoshoot or something like that) Or maybe a Bangtan book club where they’d discuss the same book since it would be so interesting to see what different things each of the members would find in a book and their opinions etc.

The possibilities are endless and just like you I can’t wait to see what the future episodes of RUN will have, and especially the tennis match we’ll see in next week’s episode.

[katefiction]

The fandom fiction: a joint fiction by the royal fandom

2013

This was a round robin story where each person continued a part of the story. Sadly I can not locate the end of the story therefore it ends on the cliffhanger! However people still wanted me to post this.

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Eight pm on a chilly night, and Kate sat on the couch under a warm mohair blanket, her legs resting on William’s lap.

William stared intently at the tv screen, his thumbs working rapidly on the games controller he was holding. To his left on the single seater couch, Harry did the same.

‘Come on…

(I can not find the rest of this part. The other parts are complete)

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There was short silence for a second between the three royals.  All that could be heard was the light patter of Lupo’s footsteps scampering around.

‘Hang on, I don’t quite understand’ said Kate breaking the silence, ‘You’ve really got me confused.’

On the screen of the glowing iPad was a newspaper article.  The contents had clearly baffled both William and Kate.

The headline read: PRINCE HARRY HAIR TRAUMA. GINGER HAIR DYE USED BY PRICE HARRY CAUSES BAULDNESS.

‘Wait, it’s a joke… more made up rubbish’ replied William returning back to his plate cleaning duties.

‘Nooo! But it’s the truth! Wills WHAT AM I GOING TO DO? I can’t have a head like yours; I need to keep up my appearance for the ladies!’ screamed Harry, who very dramatically fell to the floor. ‘WHAT IS LIFEEE!?’

Chuckling, Kate gave Harry a small kick and started to whip him with the wet wash cloth.

‘Get up! The floors dirty drama Queen.’

‘Sorreeyy, why would the floor be dirty anyway if you’ve cleaned it?’

‘Don’t be so rude!’ Kate said sternly.

William looked at Kate a bit puzzled.

‘Kate it’s just banter.’ William said soothingly trying to calm his wife down.

Harry got up and cautiously made his way back to the living room and started to watch the TV out of the way.

‘Oi! Harry, don’t get too engrossed in Keeping up with the Kardashians. Top Gears on, it’s supposed to be a real good one tonight.’ William shouted into the next room.

‘But I thought we were supposed to go through the catalogue tonight. Y’know, the one with the baby furniture.’ Kate replied softly.

‘Sweetness, how are we supposed to go through baby furniture when we don’t even know the sex of the baby yet? Plus, like I said it’s supposed to be a really good episode tonight.’

Kate gave William a dirty look. ‘Oh don’t worry then, babies don’t need furniture anyway.’ Said Kate rather sarcastically, and with that she turned and swiftly made her way out of the kitchen.

‘C’mon, Kate. Kate! Catherine!’ shouted William as he ran after her down the corridor.

Late at night the corridor of Kate and Williams’s apartment was unsettlingly peaceful.  A sort of calm before the storm.

The paintings lining the corridor glared down at William as his Italian handmade shoes trod their way along the royal blue carpet.

‘Kate wait, sorry. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings and I know I shouldn’t mess your hormones about.’ Stated William apologetically.

Kate stopped in her tracks nearing the top of the staircase.

‘Hormones! How dare you put this down to hormones! I cook and clean for you and all you do all day is play video games with your overly dramatic brother. I gave up so much for you, and you never show any appreciation.’ Kate bellowed.

‘Whoa, Kate watch your step’

‘Don’t tell me what to do. You’re not the boss-‘

Before Kate could finish her hormonal rant to a startled Prince William, she lost her footing and fell down the staircase.

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In a second William runs towards Kate and saves her. Harry came out of the living room rushing towards them “what happened he asked” he asked, but they both didn’t say a word.

For almost half an hour they both stood in there place without moving, lost in each others eyes. Harry could her their hearts beating so fast and load so he asked again, still with no answer.

Kate tried to apologies many times through the night, but William was very angry to hear her.” Sometimes you just let your anger controls you and for what nothing” he yelled at her then he left her standing at the staircase by her own with her eyes felled with tears.

The next morning Kate was so sick, she didn’t think about what happened until she met William at the breakfast table “are you okay” William asked “you are very pale today, should I call the doctor?”

“help me William am very dizzy” whose were her last word before she fainted

William swiftly placed his hand under her head “Kate Kate can you hear me love”.

Making the matter worse he found out she was bleeding. William felt as if his heart stopped …..

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"Harry!" William cried out, holding his wife close.

Harry, who had crashed on the couch, popped up. "What? Jesus, I'm always getting yelled at in this bloody house."

"Kate's bleeding!...Fainted!" William yelled again.

He pressed his fingers to her neck. Still breathing, good.

Harry scrambled into the kitchen, eyes wandering frantically from William to Kate.

"Should I ring for an ambulance?" he asked.

William nodded. "Yes, get me a pillow from the couch while you're at it."

Harry hurried back into the living room, pulled his phone from his discarded jeans, and grabbed a pillow of the couch. He handed the pillow to William while he dialed the number for an ambulance.

William placed the small throw pillow under his wife's head and tried to get her to come to. Behind him he could hear his brother yelling Kensington's address to the operator.

"Yes, I am serious...Kensington Palace!" Harry shouted, shooting William a incredulous look as he tugged at his unruly hair.

Kate was still breathing, regularly. She looked like she was asleep except for the small stain of blood that had pooled in between her pant legs.

The baby!

"Tell them to hurry, Harry," William told him, becoming frantic.

He stroked Kate's cheek. "Hun, sweetheart...can you hear me?"

Kate's mouth twitched at the corner and then a quiet groan passed between her lips.

"Open your eyes," William demanded, half hysterical.

Kate eyes fluttered much longer than William would have liked but they opened nonetheless. "What am I doing on the ground?"

Harry had just hung up from the phone. "Fainted."

"Oh," Kate said.

William looked up at Harry. "Are they coming?"

Harry nodded.

Luckily, the ambulance arrived in a matter of minutes. Although, William and Harry thought it had taken much longer. Kate was placed on a stretcher and taken away in the ambulance, William riding alongside of her, to St. Barts.

Harry knocked on the hospital room door.

"Come in," William's voice came from behind the heavy wood door.

Harry let himself in and the whirring and beeping of the machines hit his ears, along with the sound of the low-quality television that hung on the wall.

Kate was dressed in a hospital gown with flimsy blankets piled around her legs. William sat beside her.

"How are you feeling?" Harry asked.

Kate shrugged. "Just a bit nauseous, is all. They said I am a bit dehydrated which could have caused the fainting."

"They're still running tests," William interjected, squeezing his hands together that they were turning red. "To see if the baby is..."

"Hello there," the doctor said as he stepped into the room. He was dressed in a white lab coat and held a clipboard under his arm.

"How are we doing?" he asked, cheerfully.

"Just want to know the results," William said, trying to get news as soon as he possibly could.

"Well, the tests all came back fine. The babies--"

"What?" Harry said.

"Surely, you mean baby. As in the singular fetus growing inside that woman right there," William said, his voice high and his finger pointed at Kate.

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William awoke in a cold sweat. He glanced over at his wife, cuddled in to his side, hand rested on her stomach sleeping. He sighed. It had all been a dream. He rolled over and glanced at the clock. 7:45AM. he could wake her.

"Baby, I need you to wake up." William pleaded with his wife, gently shaking her awake.

"Whats the matter? She mumbled, rolling over to face her husband.

"I think you're having twins. I had this dream and a doctor said that you were having babies and I couldn't believe him but he said you were. " William whispered, grabbing Kate's hand.

"I think you're crazy. But lucky for you, I have an appointment today so we can get to the bottom of this." She responded.

Later that day, the couple sat in a London doctors office, hands intertwined as they waited for the scan to start. The doctor entered the room and began the scan.

"Well it looks like we were wrong. There are more than one." The doctor said, continuing the scan.

William looked at Kate with disbelief. It had only been a dream.

"How many more?"

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When the news finally hit, the world went undeniably crazy.  News articles, television segments, blogs, magazine spreads.  The news that the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge were expecting twins had caused quite the stir among the royal watchers.

A Royal Pair.

There were those who were thrilled; going gaga over the idea of two bundles of joy.  There were those who were annoyed; not at all excited about two more royals to deal with.  And there were those who were simply enthralled with the logistics of it all; speculating about the idea that the first one born would someday be King and the thought that, in a surgical situation, the DOCTOR might be the one making such an enormous decision about the future Sovereign.

But, as the world began to take up the idea of royal twins, The Family was just beginning to digest the news.  For the most part, everyone was happy—thrilled for the young couple.  The Windsors and The Middletons alike.  All were excited.

Except for one person.  One person who, when faced with the news, did all that they could to keep from bursting apart.

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Jessica Hay.

Her name was universally known. William and Kate were never allowed to forget her and royalists the world over were never spared a single article without the mention of her name. What nobody knew however, was why she lent her name to so many inaccurate stories.

Would she share why if people asked? Possibly. But nobody ever cared that much. They just used her name as a source and handed her the money in return.

But it wasn’t about the money, not at all. It was jealousy. Jealousy at the fact that Kate had been the one to marry William. Jealousy that it was Kate’s face on the front of the newspapers. And now, jealousy that she was going to have two beautiful babies.

Truth was, she had dreamed of marrying William just as much as Kate had, if not more. She had wanted her name on the front of every woman’s magazine in hundreds of different countries. And above all, she wanted a baby.

But life had chosen Kate over her and now she wanted revenge.

Up until the announcement of twins, adding her name to fake stories was enough. It hurt Kate and it got her name in the magazines.

But this was the final straw.

It was time to step things up a notch.

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It would take her a few days to come up with something huge, something that would plunge the Cambridges into a scandal so deep they’d never escape it.

As Jessica plotted, William and Kate arrived home, eager to alter their baby preparations to include two children, not just one. Everything would have to be doubled, such as toys, furniture, blankets, diapers, cribs, clothes and everything else they had put in place for the arrival of their baby.

A few days later, the two lovebirds stared into the newly refurbished nursery at their royal home, with the news of two royal babies still sinking in.

Kate leaned into Will and sighed heavily, “Twins…”

“Don’t worry babykins, we’ll handle it” Will wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

He was always mindful of his wife’s baby bump, but now that there were two Baby Cambridges growing in there, he was even more careful with her.

“I know we’ll handle it” She gently pecked his neck, “It’s my womb I’m worried about…”

Will tightened his arms around his wife’s shoulders, hoping to reassure her with his hold, but a series of doors flying open and rushed footsteps quickly ruined the moment they were having. Their private secretary, Jamie Lowther-Pinkerton approached with an exasperated expression on his face and a tabloid newspaper in his hands.

“William, Kate…” he took a moment to gather himself, then held the paper out.

“Jessica Hay is at it again”

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Before Jamie could get another word in Kate turned to William and told him, "I'm not even going to listen to what she is up to. I don't care any more. I'm going for a lie down. I have a feeling that our little grapes are going to be keen on football when they're older."

"Okay babykins. You get some rest and I'll end this once and for all. I love you." They shared a kiss and Kate left.

William turned to Jamie, "Right then Jamie, what has she been saying now?" They turned out of the nursery and towards William's office.

"Well, Sir. She has claimed that the twins are not your's, but Harry's." William's eyes went from blue to black, but Jamie wasn't finished, "She also claims she has proof from Kate herself."

William's face just blew up into sheer anger. Jamie himself had never seen him like that. "SHE HAS DONE WHAT?"

"Sir, you have to calm down. This is not going to help Kate or the twins if she sees you like this." Jamie has always had a calming influence on William like that.

"You know what Jamie, you're right. I need to talk to her. Can you find me Jessica Hay's address and phone number. No one is going to do this to my family and get away with it."

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Kate woke with a start. She reached out to the side of bed, hoping that William would be there to provide her with the warm, fuzzy feeling that could only be obtained from him alone.

He wasn’t there. There was this tugging feeling in her that made her feel extremely uncomfortable, and it wasn’t the twins.

There was pacing footsteps downstairs and whispers of the staffs. Kate remembered what happened before she took a nap, so she went down to asked about William and what he had done about Jessica Hay and her allegations.

They fall into an immediate silence when Kate approached them.

“Where is William?” Kate asked Jamie.

“Kate,” Jamie begin and then stopped to clear his throat. “William.. He..”

Jamie almost never stammered as long as Kate had known him. He had always go straight to the point. And the others, they were staring at her, bleary-eyed.

Kate wanted to burst out with questions. About Jessica Hay, about what she had said, about William and what he had done. But as she put two and two together from her instinct, Jamie’s stammering and the staffs’ looks, she was nearly sure that something had happened when William attempt to put a stop to Jessica Hay’s ridiculous behavior. And that something, according to her instinct, wasn’t good.

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“Jamie,” Kate said, forcing her voice to keep steady, even though that isn’t at all how she felt. “Don’t dance around the subject. Where is my husband?”

Jamie cleared his throat. “I’m sorry Kate, Will is being held at the police station.”

Kate blinked. “I’m sorry. What? Why?”

Jamie straightened his shoulders. “Jessica Hay called the police. She is filing assault charges against William.”

Kate’s hands instinctively went to her belly; a protective, motherly motion even though this had nothing to do with the twin’s safety. But, this was their father who was in trouble, and it was the only kind of protection she could offer anyone at that moment.

“Assault?” Kate whispered. “As in, she’s saying he hit her?”

Jamie nodded. “Yes.”

“Oh my God.”

“Kate…”

“Jamie, my husband didn’t hit anybody. He’s never hit anybody,” Kate cried.

“I know. Believe me, I know. But she called and they had to take him in. This isn’t like the old days where the Royal Family can’t be touched. They can’t keep this under wraps. They have to treat it seriously. Especially since…”

“Especially since she will go to the media,” Kate finished for him. Her heart was pounding in her chest.

Jamie sighed. “She already has.”

Tears sprang to Kate’s eyes and she fought them as hard as she could. She fought to press the lump in her throat down, to keep herself under control.

“Kate, we are doing everything we can. Will is cooperating. The Protection Officers that were there will clear his name. But she’s lit up the press.”

The tears slipped from Kate’s eyes. “She’s telling the entire world that William beats women.”

“No one will believe it,” Jamie tried to assure her.

“Some will,” Kate whispered. “And it will never be forgotten.”

“Kate, we’ve done all we can do for right now, but if there is anything I can do for you…”

Kate immediately cut in. “Take me to my husband, Jamie. Take me to William.”

(The End. Please do get in touch if you remember the ending.)

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 05

You meet him under horrible circumstances but that doesn’t stop you from developing a very abnormal and completely unsolicited crush on your local hot police officer™. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. Oh, and he has a lifetime’s worth of emotional baggage at 23.

Or

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know that you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,521

Note: If you don’t imagine that vine of the kid taking a sip of his mother alcohol when Y/N takes a sip of the wine then I will be very disappointed. 

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It was 3:15 and Jungkook was nowhere to be seen. You decided to play a game to distract yourself but you (ironically) lost track of time prompting you to completely miss Jungkook’s arrival which prompted him to watch you curse at geometry dash for a good 7 minutes. He cleared his throat to get your attention which startled you, enough so to have you fumble your phone to the ground with a loud bang that had a couple of people looking your way.

“So, where’s my congratulations cake?” You asked while simultaneously checking your phone for blemishes. Fortunately, the screen wasn’t cracked, unlike your cool moments ago. “The best I can do is a muffin, take it or leave it.” You giggled in response but the sound mellowed down into a soft silence. It wasn’t awkward at first but you quickly got fidgety under his stare.

“So I needed at least 90% to maintain my 4.0 GPA but I got 89.9% and my professor refuses to round it. Can you arrest him for that?” The question may have sounded playful but you were in no way kidding. One more slip up and you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. “No. Y/N, 89% is great, don’t stress.” You nodded with a forced smile that Jungkook hadn’t noticed (or if he did, he didn’t comment on it) and for that you were grateful.

“Look, I know this is kind of sudden but I need a favour?” You hummed in reply, gesturing for him to continue. “Do you think you could baby sit my kids.” You dropped your phone again in shock and Jungkook facepalmed in shame. “My brother’s kids! Not mine, I don’t have kids.” He reached for your phone while you did and your hands touched for what could be described as a split second. You - being the melodramatic pre-teen that you are - had to suppress the urge to squeal at the very minor touch.

“How old are they?” You loved kids (aged 3-9) but babies scared you and you wanted absolutely nothing to do with them. “My niece is 7 and my nephew is 4.” “I can babysit them but are you sure your brother won’t mind?” Jungkook winced at the mention of his brother. He was quiet for a moment before he started shaking his head disapprovingly. “We just won’t tell him.” His fear was almost comical and you would’ve laughed if you weren’t afraid the sound would break him.

“They’ll be in good hands. Trust me.” And he did, he just hoped his older brother would too. “So, when am I babysitting them?” “This Friday, if that’s okay? They’re staying with me for the weekend but I have a work dinner scheduled that night so if you could occupy them from around 6-10 that’d be great.” You gave him a thumbs up in approval, mouth full of strawberry cheesecake. “Thank’s Y/N. I owe you.”  

You didn’t mean to leave your roommate in the dark about the two children that would be occupying your dorm for a few hours but the entire ordeal slipped your mind. In fact, when Jungkook showed up on Friday, you had been completely unprepared. “Oh, hello…” You waved at the kids who moved to hide behind their uncles legs - an act you remember doing before you were too big to hide behind people. Once your eyes had trailed down though, your focus shifted to Jungkook’s gorgeous thighs and your thoughts took a sharp 180. He was clad in black trousers and a slightly unbuttoned dress shirt and to say you weren’t practically drooling over him would be a lie.

“Okay, Luna take care of your brother. Alan, don’t break anything.” He lectured them cutely and you wondered how he ever managed to yell at hardened criminals with that soft face but you’d seen him mad and he definitely wasn’t a force to be reckoned with. The children nodded dutifully and you couldn’t help but smile. They were so small and cute and you were quickly finding yourself becoming quite excited to hang out with them.

“They both haven’t had dinner yet but you can feed them anything, Luna is really well behaved but she can be a bit sassy. Alan has an issue with grabbing random things but if he gets too out of hand just give him his iPad in his bag, he’ll know what to do. Okay, thank you so much. I have to go, bye!” Jungkook spoke so fast that you almost questioned if he spoke at all. You turned to the kids with a sheepish smile and a simple question to break the tension. “So, who want’s to play Just Dance?”

After a night of G-rated video games, McDonald’s and a very self-indulgent amount of baby Yoda, both kids were finally asleep on your couch and Alex had just gotten home. “Hey, who are the kids?” She quietly set her keys down before walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, her eyes trained on the mini people draped over your couch. “They’re kids I’m babysitting; for a friend.” She nodded absentmindedly and you assumed from her quiet demeanour that something was off. You decided to ignore it. “So, um, we have a dorm inspection in a month. You should probably clean your room.” She waved you off with a nod and a flick of the wrist while she made her way to her room. You sighed and looked at the sleeping kids. “She’s not going to clean her room is she?” You whispered to particularly no one.

It was around 11pm when Jungkook eventually showed up. He scooped both of the sleeping kids into his arms and bid you farewell without a second to spare. The apartment suddenly felt empty and a nagging headache began to become apparent.

You let yourself fall back onto the couch with a huff, this was the life you were destined for. You were everyone’s second choice. The back-up plan, the plan B. You were a constant in a world that was continuously changing and yet you weren’t even a good one. You couldn’t dwell over your uselessness for long though. You had a paper to write and feelings for Jungkook that you needed to get over.

Unfortunately for you, Alex was upset and when Alex is upset she does some pretty reckless things. Like, calling her ex-boyfriend, for example who is now not so quietly comforting her in the only way he knew how. The Jimin way that always - without fail - keeps you awake for far longer than you anticipated.

You walked into your morning class the following day with a giant cup of coffee and a pair of sunglasses to hide the pain that glowed in your baggy eyes. You couldn’t keep the glasses on during the class though and just as you took them off, Jimin rushed to make a snarky comment.

“You look like death today.” “I blame your high pitched moaning, daddy.” Jimin might’ve been aroused by your use of his (not-so) secret kink but you looked like you wanted him dead and the venom dripping from your voice proved it. “At least I’m getting laid.” You rolled your eyes and decided to not press further. The two of you could argue till the end of time and in that moment you just needed to focus until the end of the class.

After 96 dreadful minutes of your human anatomy teacher’s droning, you managed to make it out of the class alive but not without catching the attention of William who was now chasing you down no matter how hard you avoided his gaze. “Hey, Y/N.” You smiled forcefully and hoped that your exhausted exterior didn’t come off as bitchy - but that was a stretch. “The officer told me that the attacker had no motive for doing what they did, so don’t worry, they’re not out for you or anything.” William smiled, laughing a little at the joke you seriously didn’t mean to crack. Did you even make a joke? You needed sleep, and fast.

The rest of the day went pretty much the same. You continued plaguing your college campus like a cast member of the walking dead with barely any purpose and motivation. Because the world hated you, you didn’t get home until 6pm and your exhaustion pretty much decided you’d be skipping lunch and dinner for whatever semblance of sleep you could get.

You were in the midst of brushing your teeth through the dull ache of your tiredness (because dental hygiene is important, you’re not scared of the dentist), when there was a knock on your door. You assumed it was Alex who had a history for forgetting her keys but when you opened the door, clad in iron man themed pyjamas, you were met with Jungkook who was visibly, not Alex.

You might’ve asked something like why he was here or how he got through the building door but your toothbrush was still in your mouth and the situation was getting awkward. “Get dressed, I’m taking you to dinner.” You gave him a weird look as you held your hand out to ask him to wait. You rushed to the bathroom to finish brushing your teeth before returning to the door which Jungkook was leaning on to tell him, “but I brushed my teeth.”

Jungkook scoffed at your excuse with both astonishment and annoyance. “It’s 6pm.” He retorted while his eyes skimmed your very small dorm to sit on your even smaller chair. “I wasn’t planning on eating!” He waved you off before taking out his phone. “Go get dressed so I can repay you for the babysitting.” You gave him a small glare, although you were hungry, you were more tired and all you wanted to do was sleep. “Couldn’t you have just given me $20 like any other person?” Jungkook doesn’t move his stare off his phone while he replies. “Where’s the fun in that? Now go get changed.”

You stuck your tongue out at him (even though you knew he couldn’t see it) before stomping off to your room to change into something more appropriate. Judging by Jungkook’s choice of fancy attire, this was probably going to be some fancy restaurant where you couldn’t pronounce anything and everything cost more than your rent so you decided to wear a light pink dress. You didn’t spend that long getting ready, in fact 90% of the time you were trying to fit all of your necessities into a tiny (impractical) purse because it was the fanciest thing you owned.

“You seriously wore a dress with sneakers?” Sure, expecting a compliment or a simple wow, Y/N may have been a little delusional but you certainly were not expecting him to insult your precious pink Fila disruptors. You didn’t reply as you trudged behind him with a scowl on your face.

“Where are we going, anyway?” You asked with a voice laced with annoyance as you stepped into his terrifyingly fancy car. You didn’t even want to know how much that thing costs to insure. He didn’t answer your question which you found pretty rude but the glare on his face stifled any complaint you were going to make. You watched Jungkook drive which would’ve been a lot more innocent if he wasn’t smirking every 3 minutes and annoying you even more.

The entire drive was composed of awkward silence and unanswered questions before he eventually he pulled into  bright driveway before getting out handing his keys to the man who ran the valet service.

Wait, valet service?

“This looks expensive, honestly I would’ve been fine with the $20.” You whispered to Jungkook before you walked inside but all he did was chuckle. “Y/N, it’s fine, it’s just a restaurant.” That, was a blatant lie. It was one of the most renowned Italian restaurants in New York and it was incredibly hard to get into but of course you didn’t know that so you were up for a pleasant surprise once you opened the menu.

“Oh shit, this is no-price-on-the-menu fancy.” You whispered to no one in particular but Jungkook picked up on the incoherent sound. “What?” “Nothing!” You quickly squeaked out. You were not going to let a simple menu intimidate you. Unfortunately, the entire thing was in Italian and you failed all the language classes that you took in high school.

“Order whatever you want, yeah?” Jungkook was hoping you weren’t intimidated by the prices but unbeknownst to him, that was the last of your concerns. You nodded slowly; too focused on trying to comprehend what the menu said. “You know what, I’ll just get whatever you get.” Jungkook looked at you with masked concern that you wouldn’t have been able to notice if not for his revealing eyes.  “Why? Do you not like Italian?” “No, it’s not that. I just don’t know what’s good here so, I trust you.” You lied straight through your teeth with a cunning smile that even had you fooled. Jungkook nodded and didn’t say much more. “Well, I usually get the steak.” You could feel the panic settling in. You hated steak - with a passion.

“I lied, I don’t know how to read this menu at all.” You blurted out before he could call the waiter and braced yourself for his degrading laugh. He did laugh but you were thankful for his guidance after. He explained pretty much the entire menu to you before you decided on getting some kind of pasta.

After Jungkook had ordered, (you’d rather stay out ordering food unless it’s completely necessary) another waiter followed quickly after and asked if you wanted any wine. Jungkook nodded but the waiter assumed it was for the both of you so he poured you a glass as well. You watched Jungkook’s eyes widen in fear when he noticed but before he could say anything the waiter was on his way. You looked at the glass with obvious fascination that Jungkook was positive on shutting down.

“Y/N if you drink that I will literally arrest you right here." “Yikes, okay, I’m sorry.” Your apology was sarcastic but he relaxed nonetheless; a mistake, on his part, because you were immediately picking up the glass to take a sip anyway. “Y/N!” You didn’t hear Jungkook berating you over the deafening scream of your tongue as the disgusting liquid went down your throat. “That was horrible, how can you drink that?” You spoke through your coughing fit while Jungkook carefully removed the glass from your grasp, calling a waiter over to take it away and bring back a coke instead. “You’re an idiot and now a convicted felon.”

You gave him a sheepish smile in return. “I was curious…” He shook his head in disapproval but didn’t press further; he found it hard to stay angry at you. You spent the rest of the night trying to make him laugh with your really (subjectively) funny dad jokes. He didn’t laugh but you blamed it on his dead sense of humour which Jungkook thought was a reasonable excuse.

“Y/N.” You cocked your head up to look at him with a frustrated expression. Who knew pasta was so hard to eat? “What?” You tried to say though it came out muffled as you tried to eat. “It’s sad watching you eat.” “It’s not my fault the pasta is so slippery!” He grabbed the fork out of your hand and effortlessly spun the pasta around your fork. You scoffed in astonishment but Jungkook decided to ignore your frustration. “Open.” You felt like a toddler, Jungkook (a grown man) was feeding you (an allegedly grown woman) pasta because you couldn’t figure out how the mechanism worked.

After you finished eating, the room was engulfed with an awkward silence. The distant voices and the clatter of cutlery filled the void although it wasn’t nearly enough. “So, you up for dessert?” You shook your head quickly, you were so exhausted you could’ve sleep right on the uncomfortable chair. “I’m too full.” Jungkook nodded and asked a waiter for the bill. You curiously tried to take a peek at the total but Jungkook snatched the bill towards him before you had the chance. “Think of it as payment for taking care of my niece and nephew.” It seemed like a little too much for just babysitting but you knew there was no point in arguing with him.

The entire car ride was quiet. You were too busy trying to conjure up the courage to ask Jungkook out (properly) and Jungkook was too busy trying not to crash the car. The moment his car was in front of your building, you blurted out the question before you could stop yourself. “Jungkook, can I ask you a question?” He was a taken aback by the abrupt question but he nodded nonetheless.

“I um… I like you, a lot and I just don’t want to get my hopes up and expect anything from you because that’s unfair and of course I don’t expect anything now I just…” You trailed off once you realised you had been rambling but  Jungkook didn’t seem to notice. His expression seemed entirely indifferent and you wondered if you had even confessed at all.

The silence was getting incredibly uncomfortable so you tried to diffuse the situation you had unwillingly created. “It’s fine if you don’t! It’s just a crush. I’ll get over it eventually so really-” Halfway through your rambling, Jungkook crashed his lips onto yours and you froze. Now, you’ve been kissed before, but never like this and the lack of warning shocked you enough to have you accidentally bite the poor man’s lip. “Ow. What the fuck Y/N?” You began apologising profusely while he held his lip and though the mood was definitely ruined, he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m sorry! Are you okay?" “I’m fine. Goodnight Y/N.” You were about to leave the car before you quickly turned around and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then you hurriedly screamed ‘thank you’ and sprinted into your dorm building. Jungkook drove away with his heart heavy and his mind racing. He may have just ruined his entire plan.You on the other hand just realised you never got an answer.

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Episode: 2x07; Restraint

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"So, if Jackson doesn't know what he's doing then he probably doesn't know that someone is controlling him," Olivia said into her phone, finishing her explanation to Stiles and Scott, where had called her from the police station.

Apparently, Jackson had beat them to Stiles' dad and they were in a lot of trouble with the sheriff and Mr. Whittemore.

"Or he doesn't remember," Scott added with a sigh.

"What if it's the same kind of thing that happened with Lydia when she took off from the hospital?" Stiles suggested.

"A fugue state," Olivia supplied, remembering the bullshit diagnosis that the doctors gave her cousin.

"He'd have to forget everything, the murder," Scott started to list. "getting rid of the blood."

"Yeah but he had help with one thing, though," Stiles reminded them. "The video. And someone else helped him forget that."

"Whoever's controlling him," Olivia guessed.

"Did Jackson believe you guys when you tried to explain what was going on?"

"Nope," Stiles sighed. "He thinks he's still becoming a werewolf and that being with Lydia somehow delayed the whole thing."

"He's being an idiot," Olivia huffed. "Should we try again?"

"If it helps us find out who's controlling him, then yeah," Scott confirmed.

"I doubt he's gonna wanna talk to me any time soon."

"We'll try then," Stiles assured Olivia. "He'll talk to us, right?"

"No, probably not," Olivia shook her head, though Scott and Stiles couldn't see her. "Okay, let me know what happens."

"We will. See ya."

Olivia ended the call and threw her phone on her bed. There was no doubt in her mind that Jackson wouldn't speak to Stiles and Scott. If she knew him like she thought she did, the boys were going to be in big trouble.

-

It turned out that Olivia was right. Stiles and Scott weren't going to be able to speak to Jackson. Not if the restraining order that his dad presented them would somehow disappear. It was ridiculous that Jackson and his father were doing this to them; they were just trying to help Jackson.

It wasn't their fault he was a murderous lizard with a bad memory.

"You will not go within fifty feet of Jackson Whittemore," Noah read the last paragraph of the restraining order that Mr. Whittemore filed. "You will not speak to him. You will not approach him. You will not assault or harass him physically or psychologically."

"What about school?" Stiles asked innocently, glancing at Melissa and Mr. Whittemore as Noah dropped the clipboard on the table they were sitting at.

"You can attend classes while attempting to maintain a fifty-foot distance," Noah answered sternly.

"Okay, but what if we both have to use the bathroom at the same time and there's only two stalls available and they're only right next to each other?" Stiles gestured, acting out the situation with his fingers. Noah glowered at him. "I'll just hold it."

After Stiles and Scott had signed the restraining order, agreeing to keep away from Jackson, Noah practically dragged Stiles out of the room.

"Do I need to remind you how lucky we are that they're not pressing charges?" his dad said sternly as he pulled him to one side of the hallway, allowing Melissa and Scott to walk past them.

"Oh, come on, it was just a joke," Stiles groaned.

"It was a joke?"

"Yes, I didn't think it would be taken this seriously," Stiles spoke quickly, lying through his teeth. "Dad, humor is very subjective, okay? I mean, we're talking, like, multiple levels of interpretation here."

"Uh-huh," Noah deadpanned; Stiles nodded. "Okay, well, how exactly am I supposed to interpret the stolen prison transport van, huh?"

Stiles scoffed in offense. "We filled the tank!"

Noah angrily pressed his lips together and Stiles fell silent, seeing the vein throbbing at his temple. That was the clearest sign that his dad was about to lose his temper. Stiles knew all about it because it was his dad that he got his temper from.

"Get out of here," Noah said slowly and quietly.

"Yes, sir," Stiles said quickly. "Bye, love you."

He didn't wait for a response as he left his dad, walking down the hallway in the direction that Scott and Melissa went. When he found the McCalls, Scott was in the middle of a lecture from his mom, who was shaking she was so angry.

"You are grounded!" was the first actual thing he could interpret.

Scott winced at her. "What about work?"

"Fine," Melissa sighed. "other than work. And no TV."

"My TV's broken."

"Then no computer."

"I need the computer for school."

"Then no, uh—" she looked around and spotted Stiles behind her, clearly eavesdropping. "No Stiles."

"What?" Stiles objected. "No Stiles?"

"No Stiles!" Melissa exclaimed, turning back to Scott. "and no more car privileges. Give me your keys. Give them to me!"

Scott scrambled to pull his keychain out of his jeans, handing them over to Melissa. She picked up the car key and struggled to take the key off the ring, having trouble like any other person on the planet when it came to those monstrosities.

"Oh, for the love of God."

"Mom, you want me to—"

"No," Melissa pulled away as Scott reached for the keys, still struggling.

"Mom," Scott sighed. "come on, let me just—" he grabbed her hands, stilling them. "Mom."

Melissa sniffed and looked up at him. "What is going on with you?" she asked him quietly. "Is this about Allison?"

Stiles perked up at the question and wildly shook his head at Scott, drawing his attention.

"Do you really wanna know?" Scott asked her; Melissa nodded.

"Yeah," she confirmed and Stiles shook his head again. Scott hesitated and Melissa took that as a no. "Is this about your father?"

Stiles nodded jerkily, silently telling Scott to agree.

"It is, isn't it?" Melissa went on when Scott didn't answer. "Okay, you know what? We'll, um, we'll talk about this at home. I'm gonna go get the car."

Stiles walked up to Scott's side as Melissa left the station, giving him a sympathetic look.

"I'm the worst son ever," Scott sighed heavily.

Stiles pressed his lips together and looked back at the interrogation room they had all gathered in. He could see through the window that Mr. Whittemore was berating his dad, scolding him for Stiles' sarcastic comments.

"Well, I'm not exactly winning any prizes either," Stiles said sadly.

-

Olivia walked into the library, trying not to draw attention to herself. She was fully aware of the cameras that followed her every move; the Argents had taken over the school, which left her paranoid that they would come to kill her any second. For now, she just had to act like everything was okay and stay away from Allison.

Which wasn't going to be easy since she had to meet up with her, Stiles, and Scott to inform them about everything Lydia translated about the kanima.

Olivia turned down the classical fiction aisle where Scott had told her Allison would be hiding. She saw Allison's head peek out around the endcap and subtly nodded at her before stopping in the middle of the aisle to look through the bookshelf where Scott and Stiles were on the other side.

She pulled out the iPad she had brought to school. Everything that she and Lydia translated was on it. She handed it through the bookshelf to Scott, who started flipping through the notes.

"It's everything Lydia translated," she whispered, acting casual. "She was pretty confused."

"What did you tell her?" Scott wondered.

"That we were part of some ridiculous online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," she told him the lie she and Lydia made up so they wouldn't know that Lydia knew everything.

Scott snickered.

"I am a part of an online gaming community that battles mythical creatures," Stiles blinked at her, not understanding what was so funny about it.

"Of course you are," Olivia rolled her eyes fondly.

Stiles gave her an annoyed look.

"Okay, does it say how to find out who's controlling him?" Allison whispered to them.

Olivia shook her head. "Not really but Stiles was right about the murderers."

"Yes!" Stiles hissed excitedly.

"It calls the kanima a weapon of vengeance," Olivia continued like he hadn't spoken. "There's a story in there about this South American priest who uses the kanima to execute murderers in his village—"

"All right, see?" Stiles perked up, thinking that maybe the kanima wasn't as bad as they thought. "So maybe it's not all that bad."

"Until the bond grew strong enough that it killed whoever he wanted it to," Olivia finished.

"Okay, all bad," Stiles nodded in realization. "All very, very bad."

"The thing that stood out to me was that the kanima is actually supposed to be a werewolf," Olivia told them. "But it can't be—"

"Until it resolves that in its past which manifested it," Scott finished, reading the text on the tablet; Olivia nodded.

"Okay, if that means that Jackson could use a few thousand hours of therapy, I could have told you that myself," Stiles commented.

"What if it has something to do with his parents?" Allison spoke up. "His real parents."

"Yeah, does anybody actually know what happened to them?" Scott wondered.

"I don't," Olivia shook her head. "He was pretty tight-lipped about it. He told Lydia, though."

"Maybe you can get her to tell you," Stiles suggested to her.

Olivia nodded. "I'll ask her."

"And if she doesn't know?" Scott asked, paranoid that Lydia wouldn't be able to give them any information.

"Well, he doesn't have a restraining order against me," Allison answered. "I'll talk to him myself."

"Okay, what do I do?" Scott looked down the aisle where Allison was hiding and then back at Olivia and Stiles.

"You have a make-up exam, remember?" Allison reminded him. "Promise me."

Scott hesitated. "If he does anything, you run the other way," he requested.

"I can take care of myself."

"Allison, if you get hurt while I'm busy with some stupid test, someone's going to need to take care of me," Scott scoffed. "If he does anything—"

"Like?"

"Anything weird or bizarre—" Scott shrugged. "Anything."

"Anything evil," Stiles interjected loudly.

Olivia rolled her eyes and reached through the bookshelf, tapping him on the forehead. He winced away from her, rubbing the spot as if she hurt him. She took the iPad from Scott and casually walked down the aisle toward Allison, handing her the tablet so the cameras wouldn't see.

"All right," she sighed. "We have work to do."

-

Despite the fact that Olivia practically begged her to spill the beans about Jackson's biological parents, Lydia was not budging. Quite honestly, Olivia was shocked that Lydia was refusing her. She had really thought that Lydia would tell her about what happened to them—she had even refused to take Stiles along with her and she actually wanted to spend some time with his spastic self.

"I'm not supposed to tell anyone," Lydia repeated herself as they walked down the hallway.

"Come on, Lydia," Olivia sighed. "You know why I need to know. This is really important."

"And I want to help but I swore to Jackson that I wouldn't tell anyone," Lydia insisted. "I'm sorry but I can't tell you, Liv."

"Okay, then give me a hint," Olivia begged. "Were they mugged? Double suicide? Homicide and suicide? Double homicide?"

"You need to stop spending so much time with Stiles," Lydia rolled her eyes. "I've got to get to class. Sorry, Liv."

"Lydia, wait!" Olivia called as Lydia walked off toward her history class. "Would you please just tell me? Lydia!"

But Lydia only ignored her, disappearing through the crowded hallway.

Olivia was abruptly grabbed by the arm and pulled to the side of the hallway that happened to be empty. She groaned when she saw Erica, who she hadn't spoken to in a couple of days. She hadn't even talked to Derek, though she did exchange a few text messages with Isaac, telling him that she needed some time until she came back to the pack.

"Hey, Erica," she greeted the blonde with a sigh.

"Liv," Erica smiled sweetly. "Why are you asking Lydia about Jackson's bio-parents?"

"No reason, really," Olivia shrugged, keeping her face clear of emotion. She was a great liar but Erica could hear her heartbeat so she would know anyway.

"Mmhm, sure," Erica hummed. "Now, how about you tell me the truth?"

"How about you get your hands off of her?" Stiles suggested, his voice hard. He had popped out of nowhere but Olivia was still glad to see him. He looked kind of hot when he was being all forceful.

Erica pursed her lips and let go of Olivia's arm. Stiles quickly grabbed Olivia's hand and started to pull her away from the werewolf, leading her down the hallway.

"If you're wondering about Jackson's real parents, they're about half a mile from here," Erica called after them, catching their attention. "In Beacon Hills Cemetery."

Olivia pressed her lips together and turned back to Erica. "How do you know that?"

Erica simply smirked at her and walked away. Olivia and Stiles exchanged an annoyed look and started following her, shoving past a few of their classmates who were standing in their way.

"Erica, do you know how they died?" Olivia asked as they caught up with her.

"Maybe," Erica shrugged. "If you tell me why you're so interested."

"Uh—"

"It's him, isn't it?" Erica studied Stiles' hesitant face.

"What?" Stiles asked awkwardly. "Who? Him, who?"

"The test didn't work but it's still him," she hummed thoughtfully. "It's Jackson."

"Yeah, it is," Olivia confirmed, ignoring Stiles' wide-eyed look. "but Derek knew that anyway."

Erica hummed.

"There's a lot more to this that you don't know about," Stiles told Erica. "And just because you got the alpha-bite-makeover doesn't give you a license to go around destroying people."

Olivia paused halfway down the hallway, rubbing her temple as her mind practically buzzed. She turned down the hallway that led to the locker room, following the voices that whispered names to her.

Allison. Scott. Jackson. Allison. Scott. Jackson.

"Why not?" Erica whipped around to face him. "That's all anybody ever used to do to me. I used to have the worst crush in the world on you. Yeah, you, Stiles, and you never once even noticed me."

Stiles had heard what Erica was saying and he was really flattered but he had to admit he wasn't paying much attention. His focus was on Olivia and her purple eyes as she walked down the hallway on autopilot. He wasn't even sure if she knew where she was going.

Erica sighed, seeing that Stiles was looking at Olivia. "Exactly how you're not noticing me right now."

As if the universe wanted Erica to know that Stiles and Olivia were distracted by something more important, the boys' locker room door flew open. Scott was thrown through the open doorway with Jackson right behind him.

Olivia, Erica, and Stiles lunged forward, trying to separate the two of them. Stiles and Olivia grabbed Scott, holding him back from Jackson, who was being wrangled by Erica. Allison stepped out of the locker room, looking at the two boys in horror.

"Scott, stop!" Stiles urged Scott, who was still fighting him. "Stop!"

"Guys!" Olivia shouted, grabbing onto Scott's hand, her eyes flashing purple.

In an instant, Scott stopped fighting, breathing heavily as he calmed down. Jackson was still struggling to get out of Erica's hold, not affected by Olivia's voice like Scott was.

"What the hell is going on?" a new voice boomed through the hallway.

Olivia and the others turned to see that Mr. Harris, along with a couple of their classmates, had come to see what the commotion was about.

"Enough!" Mr. Harris yelled. "What do you idiots think you're doing. Jackson, calm down!"

Jackson gritted his teeth and pushed away from Erica, though he did stop trying to lunge at Scott. Mr. Harris looked around at Olivia, Jackson, Erica, Stiles, Allison, and Scott, wondering what was going on.

"Mr. McCall, you wanna explain yourself?" he turned to Scott and Stiles as Olivia stepped away from him, her eyes back to their normal cobalt blue. "Stilinski?"

Matt Daehler, a guy that had always given Olivia the creeps, stepped forward, holding the iPad she had let Allison borrow. "You dropped this."

Mr. Harris ripped it away from him. "You and you," he pointed at Jackson and Scott before waving his hand at Olivia, Stiles, Erica, Allison, and Matt. "Actually, all of you—detention, three o'clock."

Olivia sighed in defeat as Mr. Harris handed her the iPad. There went her perfect record for having no detentions.

-

For the second time that day, Olivia walked into the library. This time, she was in a single file line with her peers, ready to begin her first-ever detention since the day was over. She was annoyed that she was even there, especially since Lydia had teased her about it for a full five minutes at lunch.

She quickly took a seat at the nearest table. Scott, Stiles, and Erica joined her, sitting down in the rest of the empty seats.

"Oh, uh, we can't be in detention together," Jackson spoke up smugly. "I have a restraining order against these tools."

Mr. Harris gave him an annoyed look. "All of these tools?"

"No, just us tools," Stiles gestured to himself and Scott.

"Fine," Mr. Harris sighed and pointed to the empty table across from Olivia's. "You two, over there."

Olivia smiled slightly and shrugged when Stiles gave her a pleading look; there wasn't anything she could do about their seating arrangements. Stiles pouted and stood up, following Scott over to the next table.

"I'm gonna kill him," Scott declared quietly as they sat down.

"No, you're not," Stiles sighed. "You're going to find out who's controlling him and then you're gonna help save him."

When did I become the voice of reason? He asked himself.

"No, you were right," Scott shook his head, sending Jackson a nasty glare. "Let's kill him."

Stiles palmed his forehead, hoping that Scott would calm down soon. Normally he was the one with the temper and other than Scott was out of control, he didn't have much of one. In fact, usually Scott was the calmest guy he knew.

Scott fell silent and continued to glare at Jackson. Stiles was pretty sure that he hadn't blinked once, which couldn't be good for the health of his eyes. Didn't people need to blink so their eyes could be hydrated?

Stiles' eyes flitted across the room, taking in what an empty library looked like. He didn't come here much, especially since he did most of his research at home with his MacBook. He glanced at Olivia, who was working on her calculus homework and then over at Allison and Jackson's table where Matt was eating some chips.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at him; he was so fucking annoying. His eyes annoyed Stiles. His hair annoyed Stiles. The way he would always take pictures annoyed Stiles. Everything about Matt Daehler annoyed him. There was just something so sketchy about him.

"Hey," Stiles whispered to Scott. "What if it's Matt? I mean, this whole thing comes back to the video, right?"

"Danny said that Matt was the one who found the two hours of footage missing," Scott told him.

"Exactly!" Stiles exclaimed quietly as he and Scott looked back over at Matt. "He was trying to throw suspicion off himself."

Scott looked back at him, skeptical. "So he makes Jackson kill Isaac's dad, one of Argent's hunters, and the mechanic working on your Jeep?"

"Yes!"

"Why?"

"Because he's evil," Stiles said obviously.

"You just don't like him," Scott accused.

"The guy bugs me," Stiles admitted, leaning back in his chair. "I don't know what it is. Just look at his face."

They both looked back at Matt, who was now offering Jackson some of his chips.

Scott pressed his lips together and gave Stiles a pointed look. "Any other theories?"

Stiles sighed heavily and rolled his eyes at him. He still thought that he was right. If it happened to be true, he was gonna tell Scott I-told-you-so. Yes, he was that petty.

"You okay?" Matt asked, catching the attention of everyone.

Stiles and Scott looked over just in time to see Jackson get out of his seat, holding his head like he had a massive headache.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Jackson mumbled.

Mr. Harris stood up, concerned. "Are you all right?" he walked over to Jackson. "Hey, you don't look so good."

"I just have to get some water," Jackson gasped as he walked out of the room, everyone's eyes following him.

Mr. Harris looked back at the others. "No one leaves their seats," he warned them before leaving the library to go after Jackson.

Of course, that was exactly what Stiles and Scott did as the door shut behind the chemistry teacher. They stumbled over to Olivia and Erica's table, taking the seats across from them.

"Stiles told me you know how Jackson's parents died," Scott confronted Erica.

"Maybe," Erica confirmed coyly.

Scott's eyes hardened. "Talk."

Erica closed the journal she had been writing in. "It was a car accident," she explained. "My dad was the insurance investigator and every time he sees Jackson drive by in his Porsche, he makes some comment about the huge settlement he'll be getting when he's eighteen."

"So, not only is Jackson rich now but he's getting even richer at eighteen?" Stiles commented dryly.

Erica nodded. "Yep."

"There's something so deeply wrong with that," he grumped, making Olivia snort in amusement and send him a small smile.

His chest puffed up at that, glad that he got that reaction from her.

"You know what, I could try to find the insurance report on my dad's inbox," Erica offered, opening up her MacBook. "He keeps everything."

"Scott McCall, please report to the principal's office," the overhead speaker announced, sounding scarily like Mrs. Argent.

Olivia gave Scott a sympathetic look and Stiles winced as he stood up and sheepishly left the library. Luckily, it didn't take long for Erica to find the report. She quickly pulled it up and showed it to Olivia and Stiles, allowing them to read through it.

"Woah, look at the dates," Stiles pointed to the screen.

"Passengers arrived at the hospital D.O.A," Erica read. "The estimated time of death—9:26 P.M, June 14, 1995."

Olivia's eyes widened in horror. "Jackson's birthday is June fifteenth," she informed Stiles and Erica. "Which means that he was born while his birth mother was dead."

Olivia could understand how that would fuck up any person. Now she knew why Jackson was so upset about his adoption. That was a horrible way for someone to be born—or to die, honestly—and it couldn't be easy when he found out at the age of six.

Jackson and Mr. Harris arrived back in the library, Jackson sitting down in his seat without a word. Mr. Harris gathered his bag and walked over to the door, stopping when everyone looked at him expectantly.

"Oh, no, I'm sorry," he chuckled mockingly. "Uh, yes, I'm leaving, but none of you are. You may go when you're done with the re-shelving. Enjoy the rest of your evening."

He pointed to the two large carts beside him, full of books that looked to be out of order. He smirked at them before leaving the library; they could hear his laughter as he walked away.

"What a dick," Stiles grumbled, standing up.

"Tell me about it," Olivia sighed, closing her calculus notebook and following him over to one of the carts.

Allison joined them and the three of them pushed the cart over to one of the aisles to start sorting. Erica took her own pile of books and started putting them away, while Jackson and Matt worked on the other carts.

As Scott came back from the office, having received a lecture from Mrs. Argent, Olivia and Stiles quickly informed them what they found out about Jackson and his parents' deaths.

"Wait, so what does that mean?" Allison asked quietly after Stiles finished.

"It means that he was born after his birth mom died," Olivia whispered. "by C-section. They had to pull him out of her dead body."

"So, was it an accident or not?" Allison wondered.

"The report said that it was inconclusive," Stiles told them.

"Then his parents could have been murdered?" Scott asked.

"If they were, then it falls in line with the kanima myth," Olivia nodded. "It seeks out and kills murderers."

"But for Jackson or the person controlling him?" Allison brought up a good point.

Scott shook his head. "We have to talk to him," he declared. "We have to tell him."

As he left the aisle to talk to Jackson, Allison called after him, "He's not gonna listen—"

Olivia winced heavily as a jolt of pain zapped through her body. She bent at the waist, holding her head in her hands as the whispers she usually got were growing louder. She squeezed her hands against her ears, hoping to drown them out but it did nothing.

SCOTT. ALLISON. ERICA. JACKSON. STILES. SCOTT. ALLISON. ERICA. JACKSON. STILES. OLIVIA. OLIVIA. OLIVIA.

"Livvy, what's wrong?" Stiles grabbed her so she wouldn't collapse from the pain. "Livvy...?"

"GET DOWN!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the library.

At that moment, the kanima jumped up into the ceiling tiles, breaking the glass sheet that encased the lights and making them spark. While the kanima continued bounding around the room, destroying books and knocking over bookshelves, Stiles grabbed Allison and Olivia and covered them as they fell to the floor.

"Erica!" Scott shouted in warning.

Erica growled at the kanima but it didn't scare him; he slashed at the back of her neck, sending her to the ground.

Olivia winced and groaned loudly, the back of her neck tingling.

ERICA. ERICA. ERICA.

Scott hopped back into the aisle where Stiles, Olivia, and Allison were, jumping in front of them so he could protect them if necessary. Olivia still had her head on the floor, whimpering as she covered her ears but Stiles, Scott, and Allison watched as Jackson—half turned into the kanima—walked toward the rollaway chalkboard and wrote a message with his claws.

Get out of the way or I'll kill all of you.

Jackson turned back to the full kanima and jumped out of one of the windows at the top of the way, raining glass down onto the bookshelves and floor.

"Livvy, it's okay, he's gone," Stiles whispered, trying to coax Olivia off the floor.

It wasn't over, though. Not for Olivia and not for Erica. She could still hear her name in her head. Something had to be wrong with her.

Olivia shook her head and pulled her hands away from her ears, shocked to see that they had been bleeding. She ignored that for now and scrambled to her feet, running over to the next aisle.

She was right, something was wrong with Erica. She was seizing on the ground, her healing not kicking in. Stiles pushed past Olivia and joined Erica, holding her on her side so she wouldn't get more hurt.

"Hey, hey!" Stiles called over to Scott and Allison. "I think she's having a seizure."

Scott went to kneel on the other side of Erica and Allison went to the next aisle over, checking to see if Matt was okay.

"He's alive," Allison sighed in relief.

"Hey, we need to get her to a hospital," Stiles suggested.

"No," Olivia spoke up; she knew that a hospital wouldn't be able to help Erica. "We need to take her to Derek."

"When we get her to the hospital—"

"No, to Derek," Erica choked out, in agreement with Olivia.

"Let's go," Olivia urged.

Scott didn't seem to care about the urgency in her voice. He ran over to Allison to tell her that he was staying with her, completely ignoring the situation with Erica.

"Scott, come on!" Olivia called, frustrated, as she went to help Stiles get Erica off the floor.

"Scott!"

After Scott dramatically said goodbye to Allison, Scott joined them and picked Erica up in his arms. The three of them raced out of the library, hoping that they could get to Derek on time.

-

Derek quickly led Olivia, Stiles, Scott, and Erica into the train car where he slept. He pointed to an empty spot on the floor and Scott laid her down, kneeling right next to her. Derek knelt on her other side, quickly inspecting her, while Stiles pulled Olivia into his side.

"Hold her up," Derek ordered Scott.

Scott pulled Erica onto his lap so Derek could have easier access to her.

"Is she dying?" Stiles asked, panicked.

"She might," Derek's voice was just as panicked, his eyes darting over Erica's body. "Which is why this is gonna hurt."

He firmly wrapped his hands around Erica's arm and jerked. The bones in her arms snapped loudly, causing her to scream at the top of her lungs. Olivia whimpered and buried her head into Stiles' chest, wishing that the whispers in her head would stop.

"You broke her arm?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"It'll trigger the healing," Derek wasn't pleased that he was questioning him. "I still gotta get the venom out. This is where it's really gonna hurt."

He squeezed Erica's broken arm, allowing some of her blood to drip onto the floor. Erica screamed again, louder this time. It felt like Olivia's ears were going to burst.

Finally, Erica's pain subsided and with it, the whispers in Olivia's head. She pulled away from Stiles' chest and sighed in relief as Erica flopped back into Scott, completely exhausted.

"Thank you," Erica breathed before promptly passing out.

Derek gently grabbed her from Scott and laid her on his bed. He made sure she was comfortable before leaving the car, gesturing for Olivia, Stiles, and Scott to follow him out.

"You know who it is," Scott confronted him before he could speak a word.

Derek sat on the large trunk on the other side of the room. "Jackson."

"You just wanted Erica to confirm it, didn't you?" Olivia whispered hoarsely.

Derek nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.

"I'm gonna help you stop him," Scott decided, furrowing his eyebrows at Derek. "As part of your pack. If you want me in, fine, but we'll do it on one condition."

Derek raised his eyebrows in question.

"We're gonna catch him, not kill him."

"And?"

"And we do it my way," Scott declared.

It was silent for a few seconds before Derek agreed, "Fine," he said grudgingly. "Now leave, I want to talk to Olivia."

"What for?" Stiles asked suspiciously.

Derek glared at him. "None of your business."

Stiles narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth, probably about to spout some sarcastic comment or nasty insult but Olivia nudged him. She gave him a meaningful look when he glanced at her and then nodded to the door.

"It's fine," she whispered. "He'll drive me home."

"I'm not happy about this," Stiles stated loudly as Scott grabbed the hood of his sweatshirt and started pulling him away from her. "This is not nice, Livvy. Okay, Scott, jeez. Call me when you're done!"

The door shut behind them, silencing the station.

Olivia looked at Derek expectantly. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Two things," Derek sighed, his face softening from the glare he gave Stiles. "First, I wanted to apologize to you about trying to kill Lydia. I should have listened to you and believed you when you said it wasn't her."

Olivia nodded. "You should have."

"Well, I'm sorry," Derek apologized. "It was wrong to go after her and I'm glad that it wasn't her."

Olivia gave him a small smile. "You're forgiven. Just don't try to kill her again."

"I won't."

"What's the other thing that you wanted to talk about?"

"I was hoping you would tell me, Ollie," Derek gave her a concerned look. "What's going on with you?"

Olivia bowed her head, pressing her lips together. Truthfully, she had no idea. All she knew was that the feelings she had been getting were the worst she had ever had. And it scared the shit out of her.

"I don't know," she looked back up at him with fearful eyes. "but I'm scared, Derek. Really scared."

"I know," he pulled her into a hug; she buried her head into his chest, inhaling his comforting scent. "It's okay, Ollie. We'll figure it out."

She really hoped so.

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The maximum thing they can use their phones. That’s it.

Eddie uses it for calling, scrolling through news articles and texting. He will never know how to optimize the full use of his phone, and Christopher will often just stare at his dad, still happy to teach him.

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The day they discover you can send iMessage gifs is an iconic day for the Buckley-Diaz family.

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Christopher perches himself onto Eddie’s lap, giggling as they send silly gifs and emojis to Buck, who is literally in the other room.

Buck groans every time his phone goes off, before he gives up and confiscates Eddie’s.

“You’re both grounded.”

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“It’s just like your phone, only bigger!” Christopher tries to teach them but it’s still out of the bounds of their understanding.

Eddie still manages to put in parental controls with Hen and Athena’s help, and Buck learns about screen time settings from Karen.

Though Christopher never fights them against the rules, it’s nice to have a little control over a machine they don’t fully understand.

Then they graduate a little further to using laptops. They buy one to share amongst the three of them, really using it to watch Netflix or Hulu.

Eddie still doesn’t quite understand why they need one but he melts when Buck tells him that learning to type on a laptop can improve the dexterity of Chris’ hands, and help him with muscle control.

God he’s so in love with Buck.

So they download a bunch of typing games and tutorials, and watch on proudly as Christopher’s speed increases.

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None of them particularly like sending nudes or salacious images, because they’re too scared Chris might accidentally see them.

Sexting though...that’s another story.

Eddie’s favourite thing to do is to rile Buck up with dirty talk, knowing his boyfriend can hear his voice in his head.

When Buck gets back home, it takes 3 seconds before he’s on Eddie, both of them laughing as they stumble towards the bedroom.

Phone sex is definitely a thing

Eddie blushes hard at the prospect of doing anything sexy through the little mobile device, but he quickly gets into it because obviously, it’s Buck

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After they both finish, they stay on the phone with one another, just talking about everything and nothing at once.

Buck can’t help but notice that it hasn’t been this easy for him, with anyone. They easily switch between arousal to pure love to serious talks, which makes Buck wonder if any of those three things ever disappear in the first place.

The first time they have sex over a video call, both of them cum so hard that it takes a good two minutes for them to catch their breath.

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