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[enchantingkittengaditor]

Deep Water | 05. October

Summary: With fame comes pain. A fact that Caitlyn knows all too well. But when she is the one thrust into the spotlight instead of one of her relatives or friends, she struggles to keep her head above water. Especially when her frenemy Harrison is destined to become her co-star in an animated version of her favourite book. She has to hide her family’s past. He has to hide his feelings and truth. They can’t trust anyone not even each other and if their secrets ever come out, they’ll end up in deep water. This Story follows the trials of the three Watson sisters as they battle to keep part of their past secret.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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OCTOBER 5th: Brenten

“It’s Spooky Season Bitches!” Jasmin yelled at us walking into the school building toward us.

“Too early,” Harry muttered, his head in his locker.

“What’s with him?” She asked me.

“I couldn’t sleep. I was worried about something,” He told us.

“At this point, you have to change your code for Cat. We’ve broken it,” I told him.

“I don’t care if you’ve figured it out,” Harry muttered.

“Is that a hickey?” Jasmin asked him, looking at the purple-blue mark on his shoulder.

“No, I hung out with Cat and she was watching over one of Ellie’s play dates and Ellie now has a suction cup bow and arrow that leaves hickey looking marks,” He told me.

“That’s either the best or worst thing I’ve ever heard,” I laughed.

“Fuck you mate,” He said.

“How’s Cat handling everything? I feel so sorry for her, it’s just getting worse and worse the more time that goes by,” I asked.

“She’s doing alright, she’s trying to protect Dot and Ellie from it all,” He said.

“It’s taking up most of her time and energy. With Alice on tour, Bea on set and her mum working hard, she’s the only one between them and the media. Her cousins are busy too,” Jasmin said.

“It’s like a nightmare come to life. Do you guys even know what happened?” I asked.

“Her dad was a dick and he reportedly killed someone,” Jasmin said. “But she doesn’t like to talk about it.”

“Why was he released?” Harry asked, “All she told me was that he was released because of reasons.”

“The main witness to the murder charge was in a coma and the trail wasn’t fair for the victims. He was only put away for abuse, only a few years and good behaviour but the murder trial is restarting,” Jasmin told us.

“Fuck, Cat. She needs a lot of help,” Harry complained.

“And you’re going to have to help her. She needs you, she needs all of us but she needs you to stop being a dick at any point in time. Ever wonder why she hates you being a dick so much?” Jasmin said.

“Wait, Cat needs him?” I asked.

“Oh right you don’t know,” Jasmin said, getting a look from Harry, “Mark,” She simply said to me.

“Oh my god,” I said realizing the reason Harry started wearing make-up on his neck. “You and Cat?”

“Shut up man. I just want to live my life and we came to an agreement,” He said.

“That you’d broken before you came up with it,” Jasmin said.

“Don’t tell that to Cat, please. She doesn’t need that on her plate as well as everything else,” Harry begged.

“Too late,” Jasmin muttered.

“It’s going to be a long day,” I muttered as the pair glared at each other.

OCTOBER 12th: Jasmin

“Ready, Jas?” Mum asked me from my doorway.

“As I’ll ever be,” I said grabbing my suitcase.

“The first of many, I hope,” She said, “Your uncle will pick you up at the airport and if he’s not there call me and I will kill him.”

“Why do I have to go to the airport with Bea?” I asked her.

“Because I have to get to work and she’s on the same flight as you,” Mum told me.

“Alright. I’ll miss you,” I said giving her a hug.

“We’ll miss you too. I’ll make sure no one goes into your room while you’re away,” She said, “Love you, make sure your uncle’s nice to you and don’t get caught up in a scandal like Caitlyn and her sisters.”

“I’ll try but that wasn’t her fault,” I said, stepping through the front door.

“I know. Now go, go toward your future,” She smiled as a car pulled up. Perfect timing as always Watsons.

“Bye,” I waved going to the car.

“Bye,” She yelled back as I got in next to Bea.

“How’s it leaving your sisters when your all back together?” I asked her.

“Scary. I’m the only one not there and they’re going to make a statement on the whole thing next week and I’m going to be in LA,” She said.

“It sucks, everything about it sucks,” I told her.

“It does but we have to keep marching forward rule 23,” Bea smiled.

“How would have thought your grandmother’s rule book would come in handy?” I laughed.

“I know. All that time spent memorizing them, thinking they applied to a long-dead world and in fact, they help us with fame,” She smiled.

“She knows her stuff,” I said.

“That she does. How are you? With all the stuff going on at home I hadn’t thought to ask for a while,” She asked.

“I’m good. Not going the best but not nearly as bad as you guys. I just feel for Cat and you guys, none of this is your fault and yet they blame you for it all.”

“They need a villain and sadly for years, they’ve decided that Alice is one and that any side she’s on is the bad side, even if she is truly the victim. She’s accepted it, we all have. Sadly the media hates women and sure she’s not always the victim but she is this time,” She said.

“Well, as long as I live I’ll defend Cat and you guys,” I said.

“Thank you,” She said, “I’m sure she’d love to hear it.”

OCTOBER 19th: Harrison

“I’m here,” I said running through the Watsons’ backyard and into the house.

“Yay, my saviour,” Cat said sarcastically.

“Everyone ready?” Cat’s mum asked.

“Why do we have to do this mum?” Ellie asked.

“Because the people with Cameras are being mean about your older sisters and you,” I told her, getting a smile from Cat.

“Everyone?” Her mum asked again.

“Yup,” Four of the five sisters said.

“We’re here,” Arya said, referring to her sisters and parents, “With Grandmother.”

“Let’s do this,” Cat’s mum said.

Cat grabbed my hand and squeezed it whispering in my ear, “Thanks for coming and standing with us.”

“Brenten wanted to come but his parents wouldn’t let him,” I said as we walked out of their front door to the sea of press.

“Hello everyone,” Cat’s mum started as everyone stood behind her, Cat let go of my hand before anyone could notice that we’d been holding each other’s hands. “Thank you for coming today. I just want to start off by saying to every member of our family, by blood or not, that’s here with us. I also want to say that Florence wanted to be here but couldn’t due to work.

“I also want to say that the way you’ve all been covering this is shameful. You blaming my darling daughters for what they had to endure is just another show of the way the media victim blames women. My daughters had to put up with that monster for years, so for them to try to pretend that he doesn’t exist anymore is an entirely rational response to the trauma they went through.

“They shouldn’t have to explain themselves for protecting their images to the public. They didn’t want to be seen as victims, not because that is inherently bad but because they don’t see themselves as such.” She breathed trying not to raise her voice, another of the rules Cat talked about. “I know want to pass this over to my eldest daughter to talk about her experience.”

“Hello everyone,” Alice said, “I don’t want to comment on whether, or not my father hurt me but I have to not for me but for others. He did hurt me. He hurt all of us. Not just physically but mentally. Ever wonder why I can’t keep a boyfriend, now you know,” She joked getting a few laughs from her family and the media. “He is and has always been (Dot, Ellie cover your ears) an asshole. For as long as I can remember my mother has done her best to protect us and I’ve seen that some of you blame her and that’s wrong. She is a survivor and a badass single mother of five who looks out for her daughters and family, encourages them to follow their dreams and supports them. I’ve never met someone that I’m so glad to be related to. Liv,” She said handing it to Cat.

“Screw all of you for what you’ve said about us. We never said that he died like many of you have reported. And for any of you who claim that I’ve been fired from Disney, I’ve got news for you I haven’t and I’ll be around for a long time, so get used to this face. I can’t put it as well as my older sister, words are her job, not mine. But I can tell all of you the truth. I love my family and I’ll do anything to protect them, their the real world not you. I don’t give a damn about my reputation or what you write about me as long as I have them. So I’m sorry if I’m not your darling anymore but I don’t care,” She said keeping a smile on her face the entire time. When she turned around her grandmother gave her one in return, showing some sort of emotion and I’m not sure it was happiness.

“We will not answer questions or anything. Now please politely get off my property,” Cat’s mum smiled as she said it.

“You did good Cat,” I told her.

“I think I just shot myself in the foot,” She said back making me and Alice laugh.

“Better the foot than the head,” Her grandmother spoke coming to stand near us, “That was good Caitlyn but next time, less foul language.”

“Alright,” Cat said as we walked into the house to celebrate.

OCTOBER 31st: Caitlyn

“Ready to go trick or treating mini-me?” I asked Ellie, popping my head into her room.

“I’m ready!” She smiled, “Lola and Willa are coming too?”

“Yup and Kenna, she wants candy,” I laughed.

“Space Cowboys unite!” Lola yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

“Space cowboys!” Ellie yelled, running down the stairs. While her and Ella started talking about school I walked down the stairs toward Lola and Kenna.

“So Cat, how are you?” Lola signed.

“Better but I worry about Ellie and tonight,” I signed back, knowing that if we were going to talk to this we had to do it in sign language if we didn’t want Ellie and Willa to hear what we were talking about.

“Can we go?” Willa asked us.

“Sure,” Lola said to her little sister. “Let’s go!”

“CANDY!” Kenna signed rapidly.

“CANDY!” Lola and I yelled.

“CANDY!” Our younger sisters yelled.

“I’ll drive,” Lola said trying to grab my keys.

“My car, I’ll drive,” I said keeping my keys out of her reach easily.

“Trick or Treat!” The two six-year-olds shouted at one of the doors.

“How lovely, two cowboys,” An old lady said from the other side of the door. “And three older cowboys.” She smiled at us. “Are these your sisters?” She whispered to Willa and Ellie.

“Yes,” They whispered back.

“Well, would you all like a candy?” She asked.

“Yes!” The two of them said.

“Well here you go,” She said handing them each a chocolate bar and then handing us one each. “It’s nice to see your generation taking care of your younger siblings. It’s a good skill to have.”

“Thank you,” Lola and I said, while Kenna signed, “They’re not my sisters but thank you.”

“You sign?” The lady asked both aloud and in sign.

“Yes,” Kenna signed back.

“My husband’s deaf, since the war and he was a boy,” The lady explained again in both sign and spoken.

“It’s nice to know others are out there, I’m the only deaf person at school and only one teacher speaks sign language. So, Lola and Cat here have to translate the classes,” Kenna signed.

“I’m sorry about that,” The lady signed.

“It’s alright. I can hear some but I like going to normal school,” Kenna signed.

“I bet you do.” She signed to Kenna before turning to Ellie and Willa. “Take care kids, it’s a full blue moon on halloween. There could be creatures out there,” She told Ellie and Willa.

“What does she mean creatures?” Willa asked.

“She means that there are werewolves, vampires and witches are out under the full moon!” I told them spookily as we walked to the next house.

“Ahh!” They said, not at my voice but at the two boys approaching us.

“Happy halloween!” A jester/christmas tree clad Harrison said.

“Back off demon!” Willa yelled.

“Hello to you to Willa,” He responded with a laugh.

#october #deep water #writing #my writing #my ocs #ocs #celebrity au #celebs #pjo #caleb mclaughlin #jake t austin #olivia holt #Amandla Stenberg #Social media #social media au #'cause i still fuckin' love queue babe #sorry it's so late!

[egirlunicornrocksall]

DAMN I MISSED U CRAZY BEAUTIFUL BITCHES :'D

wow it's been far too long since i've posted regularly on here but i have my reasons <3

ya'll already know this update post is gonna be one whole ass ride so buckle ur seatbelts, adjust ur big boy pants or keep scrolling away boo xoxo.

(one lovely person told me i share "too much" on here n it makes them "uncomfortable" n i should just "keep things to myself"...so YOU KNOW my goal in this post is to b as uncomfortably transparent as possible 😂😂)

obviously there's been alot of changes since my last update:

☑️ over the past few month or so i HAVE NOT felt 100% myself and i did not want to post or text or be "social" on here bc it would b so sooo easy for me to drag someone else's mood down and emit only negative/dark energy i felt that could potentially b a very dangerous thing - THAT is why i haven't set up my queue, or posted, or texted ya'll back. ❤️ believe it or not, but i actually have around 200 posts in my drafts that were just hangin out there till i felt better 😂

☑️ for those of you who don't know, i have been diagnosed with PCOS (polycystic ovary syndrome) and one of the biggest symptoms of this is HIGH testosterone. this hormone imbalance in my body had me royally fucked up. for years. thankfully a couple months ago i was diagnosed and given a type of birth control that is specifically targeting my hormones and whooooa daddy the difference has been night and day. 🙏💙

hormones aren't the only thing fucked up by PCOS... it caused such a huge acne breakout this year that i would actually start crying when i looked in the mirror. anyone who has experienced *hormonal* acne will understand. and mannnn it was honestly so fuckin amusing to hear people who never had hormonal acne give me advice like "drink water, that makes it better", or "wash ur face with hot water bc that opens your pores and helps acne", and etc - all of that is fucking BULLSHIT😂😂😂 i've been ruthlessly studying skincare for the last few months and now have 2 dermatologists (bc i DON'T trust doctors haha, and if u have good insurance i highly recommend for u to always fact check ur doctor with another doctor bc they aren't god and DON'T know everything) and my fingers r crossed super tight that by august my face will be better then it ever has been 🤞 also if anyone wants to slide in my dms to discuss skincare, omg plz do 😂💙

of course there are pros & cons to any medication but for me the pros outweigh the cons - i feel SO energized, SO magnetic, SO motivated on it that it's insane and a tiny part of me is nervous that this will end as quickly as it started.

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MY PERIOD ONLY LASTED 3 DAYS AND THERE WAS NO PAIN AND BASICALLY NO BLOOD? HUH?!?!? 😻

☑️ anyways moving on, i've been trying to exercise every day. i'll walk/jog 3 miles and then do a lil workout/yoga routine for an hour. i sweat like a nasty btw😂 but THE RESULTS holy shit... like ya'll already know i've never appreciated my body in the past but rn i'm DEFINITELY feeling myself. whew. also for those of you wondering, i'm still attempting to learn how to front flip and do a cartwheel lmaoooo it's gonna take me all summer but i'm not giving up i promise. 💅 also, hit me up if ya'll have any yoga moves or stretches that u just LOVE.

☑️ currently working 2 jobs - as a full time dental assistant and a part time home care assistant. and i've definitely been giving major thought to my future plans.

i mentioned in my last update that my dental hygiene aspiration didn't work out, but that i'm pursuing an Associates in Business Administration at a local community college that i'll complete by 2021. after obtaining my degree i plan on going to a university not to far from where i live that is known for its business department and get a BS in accounting which will take a year (or 2 at the most) thanks to my community college credits!! afterwards i'm thinking about getting a CPA license (bc holy shit do u understand how much those babes make a year?!) butttt the process would b a lil painful and i still have plenty of time to think about that. 👍

i'm honestly a mixture of excited and nervous about my new plans but i've always been good with money and i believe that accounting is honestly a really good career choice for me to pursue. we'll see. anyways i CAN'T WAIT to be 40 years old, with job security, driving a neon pink porsche past the asshole who told me "girls just don't have the same intellectual grasp on money that men do".😂😂😂👏👏 :')

☑️ i attached some pics of my kitties, beau and molly, since some of u requested them ;) ALSO I BOUGHT A LITTLE FISHY isn't he so pretty?! i named him jerome and i think he's a sad boi. 💔

the pic of all my lovely plants is for allllll the people who have been asking for it. literally some of u have been asking for a plant pic since last year omg i'm so late 😂

here's their names from left to right: augustus waters the orchid (after my fav fictional character :'), joe exotic the hosta, carol baskin the lilly, dave the vine (yes from penguins of the madagascar), joanna the venus fly trap, pennywise the aloe, persephone the rubble aloe, and pippa the zebra haworthia. 🌱

i attached a couple pics of my gorgeous niece as well bc i'm literally in shock that a baby can look THAT good. wtf is in her dna.

the pics of me were in my drafts since forever n my hair does NOT look like that anymore 😂 but i still think the vibe is immaculate.

☑️ so that's what's up with ya girl. honestly i can't wait to start replying to ya'lls messages and catching up with u. god 2020 has been insane and i know it hasn't been easy on anyone. missed being on here alot <3 i still won't b on here *super* frequent but i do plan on catching up on all my dms in the next few days and starting me queue back up yayyy :')

☑️ lastly, Tumblr has had my blog flagged for about 36 days now and is currently not responding back to me or allowing me to send messages back to them anymore. ahem, RUDE. if they actually think that's gonna stop me from getting my blog RIGHTFULLY switched back and my profile pics restored then baby, they ain't prepared for me and my shit😂😂💅 if you'd like to help me restore my blog, feel free to send a dm and i'll let u know what u can do x

sending hugs to all, stay safe 💙

Esther (06/05/20)

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[kfawkes]

20 or 40... Or both? I can't make up my mind! HELP! :D

WELL LUCKY YOU, YOU GET BOTH.

“It looks like Santa threw up here.” and “Just how much eggnog have you had?”

“Darling? Sorry I’m late, but I brought some wine for the pa–” Harry had started rather confidently with words lined soft as he stepped into their living room. But once his eyes slid from the paper he held down to where Eggsy sat, he stopped suddenly in place; a warm, affectionate smile spreading as he gaze upon the one that changed it all…

He pursed his lips tossing the paper to the side as he stroll further into the room. Eggsy was sitting on the carpet with Roxy surrounded by lights, ornaments, hats… fake snow: You name it, they had it. Harry could imagine that perhaps if he came home a few hours later the place may have looked nice… but right now, it looked more like an explosion of green, white and red. And considering their party was in… oh, 20 minutes the mess was clearly the least of their worries.

“Oh, Eggsy…” Harry chuckled to himself, moving to stand just behind him. He placed his hand to the back of his head, running his fingers slowly through his hair; lightly scratching his scalp. “Looks just lovely in here.” 

Roxy laughed into her mug, then pulled her lip in to silenced any other sound that dare try escaping. 

“Oh, shut up… looks like Santa threw up in here, s’what it looks like.” Eggsy replied pursing his lips playfully as he gestured at the mess. “They’re gonna be here soon and I ain’t got shit done. Takin’ me forever to untangle all this shit’–” he paused fumbling with the matted ball of lights. 

Eggsy sighed pushing the tangled web to his lap as he looked up at Harry with defeat spreading that perfect face. “This ain’t workin’.” 

“No, I don’t suppose it is.” Harry continued running his fingers over the top of his head lightly. A second into it Eggsy leaned heavily into his leg– nearly losing his balance as he purred playfully like a cat. 

It wasn’t the first time Eggsy did such things of course, but usually he didn’t do so in the presence of company, but Harry smiled anyway unable to deny the charm; finding him terribly endearing… It wasn’t until he looked to Roxy– who was now giggling profusely into her hand, gripping a large ceramic mug to her chest like it were part of her– that he realized just why everything was so difficult for his dear boy. 

Eggsy pursed his lips up towards him expectantly for a kiss, still purring away happily. “S’cuse you, but I think you owe me somethin’, yeah?”

Harry looked to the large empty mug next to Eggsy with brows raised lightly knowing exactly who the culprit was: Far too much nog. He half intended on teasing him a bit because Eggsy just looked so cute when he begged… but considering how much he missed him after the long day, and how he almost desperately wanted to feel him again– he decided against it and leaned down nearly ready to grant both their wishes.

He held his hand lightly on the base of Eggsy’s neck, tracing the freckles dotting his skin with his thumb; deciding instead he just wanted to look at him for a moment. Having every mark memorized didn’t deter him from their beauty though, and now like so many other times he was completely enamored. 

Harry could stare at him all day if time allowed it, but they did have a party to set up for… “Just how much eggnog have you had, dear?”

“Just a bit… not that much– few… cups s’all.” Eggsy cocked his head lightly, throwing Roxy a quick glance with playfully narrow eyes just before a more innocent gaze took over. 

“Honest, babe.” he answered just as suspiciously innocent pulling his eyes back towards Harry with a wink; and when he did he felt warm and light, knowing very well it wasn’t from the alcohol. 

No, he very much in love with him. Had been for years… and honestly he had no idea how he landed a man like Harry in the first place, but there wasn’t a day that passed where Eggsy didn’t thank whatever god was out there for him.

“My dear boy, the party hasn’t even started yet.” Harry teased, kissing him finally; hovering for a few moments at his lips before kissing him one more time.

“Mmmm. I ain’t ever gonna get sick a that.”

“I’d certainly hope not…” Harry leaned up to one knee, nodding once at Roxy. 

As if on queue she pulled out a camera from god knows where just as Harry pulled out a small box from the inside of his coat. He’d intended on waiting… but what was the point? “Because if you were, well… this would have been rather uncomfortable.”

Eggsy’s jaw dropped nearly to the floor as Harry pulled the box open, his eyes soft and his smile pure. “Are you…”

“I love you, Eggsy… Far more than I’ve ever loved anyone or anything before. My life has a meaning now... and that meaning is you. Will you make me the happiest man to ever live twice, and do me the honor of becoming my husband?”

“Holy fuck, a’course I will, Harry.” Eggsy nearly pounced on him; knocking him back with arms tucked comfortably around his neck. He kissed him again then, this time with more excitement and love than ever mustered before. “Was you in on this?” he asked tossing his head towards Roxy who was still deep in a fit of giggling as she snapped away with her camera.

“Me?” she pointed to her chest defensively before taking several more photos then shaking her head as if greatly offended. “No, of course not.”

Diiiiiiiiing

“Well, shit.” Eggsy exasperated as he tossed his gaze towards the door; still comfortably laying atop the love of his life, the man he’d be lucky enough to spend the rest of his life with… 

Harry just laughed softly as he raised his hand to Eggsy’s cheek, lingering for a moment before he slid the thin golden ban from the box and over Eggsy’s finger with a smile. 

Nothing mattered in that moment… Not the half assembled decorations, or the continued knocking and persistent doorbell ringing. 

Not the muffled voices that now grew louder cause they were getting sick of waiting outside in the cold on Christmas Eve…

They didn’t care about anything but this. Nothing but each other…

“What the heck happened here?” they heard Merlin call from the kitchen. “Looks like Santa literally threw up everywhere…” 

Eggsy dropped his head to Harrys chest, no longer able to hold the laugh that now begged for release. “I fuckin’ told you…”

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Kenny and Bebe for the domestic ship memes 🖤

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( THIS POST IS FUCKING LONG, I’M SORRY )

—who’s more dominant: I think they’re almost equally ranked on this, though since Kenny has much more patience than Bebe does, I believe he would be more passive about things than she would. Unless he’s sees something as unfair/unjust, he could be pretty assertive and confrontational so in a sense pretty dominant. But openly Bebe would be the more dominant of the two.

—who’s the cuddler: They’re both affectionate but I think Kenny would be more of the clinger here. He primarily uses affection to show his love. When it comes down to it though, he’s more physical than he is verbal. Bebe likes being showered with attention and affection from what I know, so i think this works out well for the both of them.

—who’s the big spoon/little spoon: Haha, honestly when these two come together their actions/choices are usually different from traditional standards. I'm pretty sure even though Kenny’s like SIX inches taller than Bebe, she would probably big spoon him. Often. He also lowkey prefers being held.

—what’s their favorite non-sexual activity: I think they would enjoy simple activities that would allow them to communicate without feeling claustrophobic. Something like, exploring areas they’ve never been before; slow walks in natural environments; the cliche car on hilltop- listening to music. They would probably take a lot of pictures together or of each other making stupid faces or just plainly goofing off. I’m sure they occasionally do movie marathons in their spare time. I also think they would enjoy a fair share of aggressive activities, as they’re each competitive in their own right. It could be anything from a Karaoke Duet to Laser Tagging, Ice Skating to out doing each other in Carnival games. Basically two extremes, really chill or no chill.

—who uses all the hot water: Kenny’s used to his water heater malfunctioning. He’s showered in cold water hundreds of times, I don’t think it would faze him much anymore. So. Bebe, no doubt about it.

—Most trivial thing they fight over: If it’s a domestic issue?? Taxes..?? I’m not sure tbh?? Maybe, messiness?? Kenny has a habit of never putting things back in their rightful places. That might start an argument?? IDK???

On the other hand, if it’s a relationship issue, I believe it would be absence and or lack of trust from either party. There’s something about loving someone tremendously and then having them leave you with nothing but a letter; never seeing them for another fifteen years -COUGH- that could potentially fuck with someone’s psyche y’know?? ALTHOUGH, when someone you love is in constant danger, and frequently disappears for days to weeks, without any explanation that’s also pretty fucking shady LOL. The reasons are valid at least..!!

—who does most of the cleaning: Aha, I think we’ve discussed this HC before, huehue. They’re pretty equal here. They sometimes team up and purge the entire fucking house together. 

—what has a season pass on their dvr/Who controls the netflix queue: LMAO, “DVR.” MY MUSE IS TRIGGERED. Anyway, I think Bebe controls the Netflix queue ( or y’know.. Cordelia probably hogs up the whole fUckin account ) since Kenny doesn’t really care. He just wants to spend time with her when he can. Possibly cuddle, possibly bang, possibly O.D on leftovers. -Unless they promised to binge a specific show together. THEN “BRING THE POPCORN AND SCOOT OVER BITCH, LET’S FUCKIN’ DO THIS.”

—who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Hmm.. I not sure. I have a feeling that Bebe couldn’t be fucking bothered to talk to the landlord. Honestly, she probably hates them haha. Either she’s best friends with the landlord or YEET. In short, it would  T R I G G E R  Kenny, but I think he would do it.

—who leaves their stuff around: Hahahahahaha. Kenny. Maybe even Bebe?? I still think Ken would win this round by a LOT. Back home, his room would stay messy for months, until sooner or later he had a SUDDEN urge to clean it all up. He was really good with laundry though!! At least.. after he ran out of it. Washing everyone’s laundry was actually one of his many  chores. Unless their washer broke down, which it would.. constantly. If this occurred the whole family would just collect their piles of laundry, and take it to the public Laundromat together. He’s just used to being messy- and then… tidy.

—who remembers to buy the milk: Probably Bebe. Kenny never… really.. got to buy groceries.. so.. In all seriousness, groceries weren’t a part of his chores, so he never made it a habit to apply this rule to his regimen. No matter who he lives with. He’s just used to missing a meal, so he doesn’t worry about it.

—who remembers anniversaries:  Both!! Even though Bebe sometimes acts like a t’sundere, she totally loves romance. And luckily, Kenny is the type to pay attention to things that matter to his S/O’s. I think they’re both romantic’s and know how to woo each other well. So all that’s left is WHO SAYS “happy anniversary!!” FIRST.

—who cooks normally: Well, Kenny passed Home Ec with flying colors, and he’s actually a decent cook so. I suppose Ken would?? I can remember if Bebe was bad at cooking or not, but i think she tries anyway. Which Kenny finds extremely adorable, whether she fails or not.

—how often do they fight: I honestly don’t think they fight unless the problem is UNAVOIDABLE. I think they both kind of don’t mention anything until it get’s really bad. Like “well shit. you almost died, i think this might be a sign…”

—what do they do when they’re away from each other: I think they’re either working or indulging in their favorite hobbies. There’s also that whole concept called a social life, friends and shit. Crazy, I know!! It’s so weird how their entire existence doesn’t revolve around each other and that they haven’t surgically SEWN THEMSELVES TOGETHER. They’re such a strange & quirky couple!!!!

—nicknames for each other: UM. -SWEATS- HA, HAHAHAHAHa. HAHAHAHAHA. ( inside jokes are gr8 )

—who is more likely to pay for dinner: Kenny would try to pull that chivalry shit, because my boi is a gentleman, but if Bebe wants to be an independent  woman who doesn’t need some hobo’s money, then Ken won’t fight it. He likes being pampered anyway.

—who steals the covers at night: Kenny is a pretty calm sleeper. He doesn’t move much, and he doesn’t really snore either. He does get hot easily, and he sometimes has recurring nightmares, he’s also a light sleeper but that’s about it. I think bebe wins this round. Ken wouldn’t mind this though, he would probably pull her in and big spoon her cocoon fortress.  

—what would they get each other for gifts: Ummmmmmmmm. I think Bebe would notice how he’s constantly tense and probably book a spa day for him. He’s never been to a spa, so I can imagine him being very uncomfortable at first but then ADORING it afterward. Kenny on the other hand would put on a costume from a her favorite movie character and make up their home to look like her favorite scene and play out her fantasies, no questions asked. “oh, you like drama bebe?? i’ll give fucking give you drama.” ( the movie could be about WW3 and HE STILL WOULDn’T GIVE A FUCk. “this is a little weird but sure babe i’ll cosplay hitler.” )

 —who kissed who first: According to our HC’s… We never decided.. Though, my gut is telling me that the first kiss was mutual. Mostly cause’ YOU KNOW HOW MY BOi FEELS ABOUT CONSENT. Unless they were shitfaced. Then my gut is probably wrong HAHA. Yeeeah, I’m gonna hit you up after this..

—who made the first move: Honestly Ken is a naturally flirtatious person, I think he probably made a move waaay into the friendship stage, but since it’s usually his default, Bebe probably didn’t even notice it. HAHAHA RIP.

—who remembers things: NO ONE. IT’S CANON AND MY MUSE IS FUCKING  T R I G G E R E D. Nah but, I think Bebe is probably that chick that has a really aesthetic planner with color coordination and everything, that she never really bothers to fill out and she just owns it and leaves it on her desk to feel proficient LOL. I’m just gonna give this one to the both of them. I think they can both be responsible when it’s needed. But of course, everyone has their mishaps.

—who started the relationship: I wanna say BEBE SO BAD. Things would be so much more IRONIC and hilarious.

—who cusses more: Probably Kenny, he’s got a SAILORS mouth yo. He’s not embarrassingly bad.. He knows when and where it’s the right time to say stupid shit. Usually..

—what would they do if the other one was hurt: Drop EVERYTHING. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing. I think they would be at each other’s side as soon as possible. They would heal each other, mentally and physically. Whether they’re in a romantic relationship or not. I believe that they care about each other immensely  

—who is the dirty talker: As I’ve said before Kenny’s more physical than verbal. He is a sexual person, but he’s MUCH more LUSTFUL if he loves/cares for the person. I think Bebe would probably take the cake here. Whether or not she does indulge in dirty talk. He really only does it upon request. ALTHOUGH…. If you get him drunk, there are no limits, he’ll say things that would drop Bebe from 1st to 10th place.

—a head canon: They text each other sweet, positive and fluffy messages when they’re away from each other. Just in case the other is having a really bad day.

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Deep Water | 03. August

Summary: With fame comes pain. A fact that Caitlyn knows all too well. But when she is the one thrust into the spotlight instead of one of her relatives or friends, she struggles to keep her head above water. Especially when her frenemy Harrison is destined to become her co-star in an animated version of her favourite book. She has to hide her family’s past. He has to hide his feelings and truth. They can’t trust anyone not even each other and if their secrets ever come out, they’ll end up in deep water. This Story follows the trials of the three Watson sisters as they battle to keep part of their past secret.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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AUGUST 3rd:  Brenten

A phone was ringing on the stack of phones in the middle of the dining table.

“It’s Brenten’s,” Finn said in victory.

“So he pays?” Millie asked trying to get her head around the game we often played.

“Yup,” I said sadly, grabbing my phone, “Hello,” I answered.

“Hey, Brenten. I know that I’m on tour and everything but I may or may not be coming to Atlanta because I have a project and I wondered if you would be interested in doing dome of the drums for it?” I heard Alice’s voice come from the other end of the phone.

“Wha-Wh- Sure,” I answered. “New album?” I asked her.

“Yup and Cat said you’d be down for it. I can send you the sheet music. Maybe Finn wants to do guitar?” She said, I could hear the strained smile in her voice.

“Of course, Cat did,” I rolled my eyes at the thought, “I can ask Finn if you want me to,” I asked her.

“Yes please,” She said happily, “I’ve got to go, rehearsal and all that Jazz. I’ll email you the sheets, can you text me his answer?” She asked.

“I’ll ask him now for you,” I told her. “Hey, Finn! You wanna play guitar on Alice’s new project?” I asked him.

“Alice?” He questioned.

“Cat’s sister aka Taylor Swift, dude,” I told him again rolling my eyes.

“Sure, it’ll be fun,” He told me.

“He’s in,” I told her.

“Thanks,” She told me, “I’ll send you all the details. Cat says hi!” She hung up, probably getting back to dance practice or lunch with her sisters.

“The bill,” THe waiter said placing it down on the table.

“Brenten,” Finn said with a smug look on his face.

“Dork,” Cat said walking into the sound booth.

“Your sister said it was her project,” I whined.

“It is. I’m producing an album by Cat,” Alice said with a proud smile. “Plus if you two do a good job on hers you can do my next one.”

“So, my album is an experiment for you?” Cat asked her.

“Exactly little kitty cat,” Alice told her.

“What are the songs called?” I asked her, interrupting their sibling fight. “Any about Harry?”

“No,” She said not convincing enough.

“What are the songs, Caitlyn?” Finn asked.

“Pheonix, Thin Air, In the Dark, What you Love, and History,” Cat said.

“All sound like they could be about a certain brunette,” I teased.

“Can you please just play the notes and do the thing,” Cat asked us.

“Your sister is a grammy award winner and you call playing instruments notes and thing,” Finn asked her.

“I know what it’s called I’m just jetlagged from Oxford,” Cat told me.

“Shouldn’t Alice be in Kansas?” I asked her.

“Yes, I just came to set up everything and make sure you listen to her,” Alice said, smiling and waving goodbye to her sister.

“Why Atlanta?” I asked her.

“Oh, right, I’m filming something soon in New Orleans and decided that I could come here to do this, plus it’s easy for Alice to come and visit,” She smiled at me.

“At least it’s music,” I muttered to myself.

AUGUST 10th:  Jasmin

Home, sweet home. Well as sweet as a home with six siblings can be.

“JAS!” My little brother yelled as I dropped my bag on the wood flooring of the entrance to our house.

“Hey, where’s mom?” I asked her.

“Kitchen,” He said, suddenly losing interest in me.

“Hey mom,” I said giving her a peck on the cheek.

“How was America?” She asked as I sat on the barstool by the kitchen island.

“It was good. I just wish you could have come, you would’ve loved Alice’s Rhode Island house and comic con,” I told her.

“I wish I could’ve been there too. But with everything I couldn’t. Anything else happen?” She said handing me a cup of tea.

“Cat’s soulmark also happened to turn colour. She shot an entire TV show. Brenten’s doing his thing in Atlanta and Harry nearly killed me several times,” I told her. “I’m going to go up to my room and get some rest, Jet lag and everything.”

“When you wake up, there’s food in the fridge for you,” She said as I went up the stairs to my room.

My room was nice but I was busy messing around on my phone, listening to music and getting into PJs before I went onto Instagram. I forgot to post about comic con. Of course, I did. Should I go back and do a latergram or do I simply ignore it?

I scrolled through the endless photos of me and my friends having fun around San Diego and messing with people and each other. I found three photos that I thought looked decent to post and comment on before going for my nap.

My phone woke me up.

“Cat,” I mumbled rubbing my eyes.

“I need to talk to someone and the only other person near me is Harrison and I can’t talk to him about this,” She said quickly, panicking.

“What is it?” I asked her.

“Harrison kissed me and I didn’t hate it,” She whisper yelled over the phone as if she was worried about someone ever hearing her.

“Really?” I laughed. “Cat that’s not the end of the world. People kiss all of the time.”

“No, I blocked out the memory. Not recently but like two months ago and it may have happened again and I’m freaking out. I hate his guts and then in LA he touched my arm and it changed colour and now I’m really panicking,” She said, I could hear the tears in her voice.

“Where are you now?” I asked her.

“Atlanta, at a hotel, Harrison’s next-door other than that no one,” She told me.

“Ok, breath, do the sky thing. And watch a movie or go get Harrison. I know that you hate him but he can help you more than I can. Love you, but I can’t help over the phone at,” I checked the time on my phone, “5 am.”

“Thanks,” She said the panic still lingering in her voice.

AUGUST 11th:  Harrison

Knocking on the door woke me up from my sleep. Who the hell knocks that frantically at midnight? I got up, rubbing my eyes and stumbling to the door to see my blonde co-star having another panic attack.

“I’m kinda freaking out,” She said shaking her hands nervously. I habit that I’d noticed when she had her last panic attack.

I didn’t need to say come in, I just needed to move to the side to let her in for her to know it was alright. “Why are you freaking out this time?” I asked her.

“Anxiety Memories,” She told me, still hyperventilating as she paced around the room.

“What about?” I asked her, still half asleep.

“Everything seems to be crashing down around me and I got a text from mum and now I’m freaking out more than I usually do,” She said between heavy breathing. Still shaking her hands.

“What text did you get?” I asked her suddenly more awake than I had been previously.

“Dad’s getting out of  prison and the news found out and now I-” Her hands waving around too quickly, “-I don’t know what to do. Bea said he tried to contact her and I’m really,” Her hands were waving faster. I grabbed them in an attempt to calm her down. “I’m really freaked out.” By now tears were streaming down her face.

“Hey, breath. Sit down and breath,” I told her, leading her to the edge of the bed. “When your ready tell me about it.”

She just sat there for a few minutes calming her breath and sobbing into my chest. I could hear my phone going off with notifications from people telling me about what this panic attack was about.

“Dad got let out because of something, the press found out and since the whole we haven’t talked about him and they jumped to the conclusion that he’s dead. They’re coming after us,” She whispered.

“It’s alright. I-We’ll help you through this,” I told her rubbing her back. “We can all get through this together. I’ll support you no matter what. You may not like me, but the whole mark thing means I’ll always be here for you.”

“Thanks,” She murmured.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” I asked her softly.

“Yes please,” She whispered to me.

“Alright,” I said moving up the bed so that we could actually lie down and started creating a pillow wall like the last time we had to share a bed.

“Is it OK if we don’t do that? I just need a hug, even if I hate your ass,” She said, a small sliver of her old self returning after the brief lapse of it.

“Sure,” I said giving her a small half smile.

“Thank you,” She said as she started falling asleep in my arms. This is something that I could get used to if she stoped hating me. I just have to make sure she’s alright before I leave tomorrow. 

In all honesty I didn’t get much sleep that night, I was too focused on controlling my breathing and trying to figure out what could have been the memory to cause her to get like this. And trying to make sure it wasn’t awkward when she woke up to see she was in her enemies arms.

The sun was shining through the blinds when I woke up the next morning to my alarm going off. Cat tried to turn off the alarm but only ended up hitting my nose and face repeatedly, just making me giggle.

“Urg,” She said opening her eyes, “What time is it?” She asked.

“It’s eight thirty,” I told her.

“And why am I in your room?” She asked again.

“You came to the door last night having a panic attack and you wanted to stay the night,” I told her getting out from under her head and went to open the curtains.

“It’s really bright,” She said sitting up.

“How is your hair that neat?” I asked her, only noticing that her hair wasn’t a crows nest like most peoples when they get up.

“Magic,” She said half drunk on sleep. “It just is. A family secret. Why didn’t I mention the fact you’re only in your underwear last night?”

“You were crying and didn’t notice,” I told her.

“Thank you,” She said getting up off the bed herself and going toward the door.

“You want to get breakfast? I can drop you off at the set before I go to the airport,” I suggested.

“Sure, but can you take me to the airport too. I have to catch a flight to New Orleans for filming,” She said while at the door.

“Cool,” I said.

AUGUST 13th: Caitlyn

“Good morning,” Aubrey greeted me on set.

“Good morning. First day of our pilot episode, you nervous?” I asked him, handing him a coffee as I sat in the make-up chair.

“No, except if we don’t get picked up,” He ansered, “You?”

“Not at all. Well not this, other things but-” I started to answer a mile a minute.

“How many coffees?” He asked me.

“None. I hate coffee. But I’ve had 18 colas in the past ten hours and haven’t slept since the 11th,” I told him.

“You need to sleep,” He said.

“Probably but I can’t. It’s like there’s something missing. That and the news has been keeping me awake for ages. That and doging calls has become my full time job,” I told him sadly.

“How are your sisters handling it all?”

“Alice is focusing on tour and ignoring it all. Bea is focusing on filming her new show. Dot’s focusing on tennis and Ellie is unaware of it all, mum’s protecting her. Well, she’s at summer camp her in the US so it’s more like no cable or internet is protecting her. And I’m constantly having panic attacks and missing someone whose guts I hate but gives good hugs,” I unloaded. “All while being an emotionally repressed closteted english sixteen year old.”

“Fuck dude. That’s a lot on your plate,” he said looking at me over his phone.

“I’m also filming this, something in LA, doing voice stuff and having to finish doing my last few scenes for a disney show that I’ve been doing on and offn for the past few years, before anxiety knocked on my door and said ‘I’m going to ruin your life.’ AKA I lost my damn mind. Oh and school.” I laughed to myself.

“You need to take a break for yourself,” He told me.

“I would but, my family never takes breaks. My sisters are insane, my cousins are even more so. We don’t take a break because if you take a break you can fail and fall from grace. And rule number 13 is if you fall from grace you may never return to the stature you had and rule 14 if you fail and fall you are no longer a proper lady,” I recited.

“Rules?” He questioned.

“My grandmother’s rules about being a proper lady. The rules we’re meant to live by or else,” I informed him.

“Your family seems… intense,” He told me.

“That, my new friend, is the understatement of the century,” I told him.

“Are you going to do anything insane while on set?” He asked.

“Not anything that you need to worry about. The biggest thing would probably have a panic attack,” I informed him.

“If I see you having one, I’ll try comfort you,” He said.

“Good luck with that,” I muttered going back to my phone.

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see him laugh slightly before going back to his own phone.

#august #Deep Water #writing #my writing #my ocs #celebrity au #celebs #pjo #caleb mclaughlin #jake t austin #olivia holt #Amandla Stenberg #Social media #social media au #'cause i still fuckin' love queue babe

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Deep Water | 02. July

Summary: With fame comes pain. A fact that Caitlyn knows all too well. But when she is the one thrust into the spotlight instead of one of her relatives or friends, she struggles to keep her head above water. Especially when her frenemy Harrison is destined to become her co-star in an animated version of her favourite book. She has to hide her family’s past. He has to hide his feelings and truth. They can’t trust anyone not even each other and if their secrets ever come out, they’ll end up in deep water. This Story follows the trials of the three Watson sisters as they battle to keep part of their past secret.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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JULY 3rd: Harrison

“Why do they celebrate this holiday?” I asked Bea, as we stood watching Alice and Cat decorate Alice’s house for her 4th of July party tomorrow.

“I have no clue,” She told me, tilting her head at her sisters’ antics.

“I’m going to go for a walk,” I said looking at Cat one last time before leaving the room.

“Cat don’t you want to take some rare photos of Harry with a shirt on?” Bea yelled to her younger sister teasingly from behind me.

“Actually, yeah,” She said quietly, following me back out of the house.

“So do you really want photos of me in a shirt?” I asked her quietly as we walked toward the beach.

“No, I wanted to thank you for helping me with my anxiety attack last week. I know that it’s stupid but it means a lot that you noticed, even if I don’t like you,” She told me, keeping her eyes on the ocean ahead of us.

“It’s not stupid. I get it. I’m always here to help whenever it happens again,” I told her, taking a seat on the cliffside.

“But a rare photo of you in a shirt does sound like a good opportunity,” She smiled goofily, “Anyway why do you never seem to wear shirts?”

“I’ve always had this anxiety about how I look and so when I started at high school I started putting more effort into how I dressed and what my body looked like. So, sue me for liking how I look and wanting to show it off to the world, now that I’m not hating it,” I told her the truth.

“I get it. Not liking how you look. I always thought that I was too tall compared to all my friends or that I was too shy or that I was wrong for liking girls and guys or that I wasn’t beautiful enough,” she shook her head with a small smile, “Societies standards are fucked up. I kinda understand you now but, please can you wear shirts more often,” She begged me.

“I can try, around you if that makes you feel better,” I suggested, “I don’t want you to have another anxiety attack because of my abs,” I joked a few milliseconds later.

“Not why I had the attack, but funny,” She smiled at me.

“We could be good friends if you didn’t hate me,” I told her, lying down on the grass.

“Maybe I like the way that we are,” Cat smiled at me cheekily, lying down next to me.

“What if I don’t?” I muttered.

“It takes two to make a relationship work,” Cat muttered, repositioning herself to lay her head on my neck.

“Please tell me this isn’t your way of trying to kill me,” I said moving her hair out of my mouth.

“As if I would try to kill you by lying on your neck,” She laughed tilting her head to look at me.

“How’d you do it?” I asked her intrigued by her statement.

“Insulin overdose, air between the toes, an icicle to the heart,” She listed off, but I stopped paying attention to her voice and started focusing on the odd sensation on my neck under her head. She was silent after finishing her list for a few minutes.

“Why are your parents alright with all of this?” She asked me, having moved her head onto my shoulder.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

“They were always protective of you with wizards and said that it was your last project until you finished high school. I remember Arya talking about it with you at the final wrap party,” She smiled kind of sadly at me.

“It’s not getting in the way of school or anything because its voice acting not physical acting. They said I could do it if I wanted too and it wouldn’t disturb the family again,” I told her.

“Ahhh…” She mumbled as she focused on the setting sun over the ocean instead of me.

JULY 4th: Caitlyn

“So you invited your beard to the party?” I asked Alice trying to grab the red cup from Harry’s hand with a glare.

“Photos are going online and I’m not out yet, missy,” Alice told me, getting the cup off of Harry. “No alcohol for minors!” She yelled at him.

“BUT-” He tried but was cut off by a glare from our mother.

“Treasure hunt time,” Alice told us going to announce it to the rest of the people at the party.

“Hi everyone! Thank you for coming today, so we have a treasure hunt and so, I have teams to announce,” She smiled at all of her friends completely in her element. While everyone went to find their teams and as usual I was on a team with all of my sisters sans Alice

“Ready to win this?” Dot asked me with a backpack and compass.

After everyone had gone home and we’d finished the day’s activities that my sister had perfectly planned, we were all sat in the game room playing a game of pool and failing miserably.

“Harry!” Brenten yelled as one of the balls flew off the table toward him.

“Get him back!” I yelled drinking my hot cocoa.

“Hey!” Harry yelled back as Alice entered the room.

“Please don’t break my house,” Alice told the boys, “Come on Dot, Ellie time for bed,” She grabbed Ellie’s hand and gave Dot a look. “Then me and you are talking, Cat.”

“Alright, Alice,” I told her smiling as I watched my friends try to play pool but still failing.

When Alice came back in she gave me a look that told me she was serious about talking to me, “Hey,” She simply said.

“Hey, what you wanna talk about?” I asked moving over on the couch.

“You and Harry yesterday seemed pretty close on the lawn,” She teased me, “You even fell asleep out there.”

“We’re just friends,” I told her.

“Then why did he start covering up his soulmark with make-up and why you keep wearing long sleeves in the middle of summer?” She asked.

“Because I’m cold and he’s self-conscious after all of these interviewers talking about it,” I suggested to her only getting a snort in response.

“Show me your soulmark then,” She told me.

“Fine,” I said rolling up my hoodie’s sleeve to reveal the hand mark that had changed colours over the past few days since my panic attack in LA.

“Cat, you found them and you’re only 16,” She said happily.

“Keep your voice down,” I told her through gritted teeth. “I know when and where but I’m not telling you because I still have no clue how to deal with everything running through my mind or what I’m feeling.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” She asked me.

“Because I don’t know how to deal with any of this. I’m the first one in the family to find their soulmate. It’s not like I can go ask mum about any of this, her mark crusted over. And aunt Carol and Richard aren’t going to answer my questions without telling her,” I said still drinking my hot chocolate.

“Just talk to him, he’s probably noticed too and that’s why he’s covering it up. So the other’s don’t notice,” She gave me a smile.

“Happy America Day, big sis,” I told her clinking our cups together.

“Happy America Day to you too,” She smiled returning the cheers.

JULY 22nd: Brenten

“DAY 1 BITCHES!” Jasmin yelled walking into the hotel room to get ready for the day.

“Too loud,” Harrison complained while Cat handed us both a coffee.

“He may or may not have gotten drunk last night,” I told Jasmin and Cat.

“It was your job to make sure he didn’t drink so he’d be his usual self today,” Cat told me.

“I know. Because you weren’t at the party and blah blah blah. I got distracted,” I told her.

“Just, coffee and make sure I don’t want to kill you and we should be all good,” Cat told Harry with some tone that caused me and Jasmin to look at each other in confusion.

“What happened between them?” I asked her as she sat next to me in her own chair, getting her make-up done.

“I have no clue but they haven’t been the same since the third of July,” She told me, drinking her coffee and eating her breakfast.

“Harry has been covering his mark with make-up recently,” I said thinking aloud.

“And Cat’s been wearing long sleeves for a month,” She recalled.

“You think?” I asked her.

“Maybe,” She responded with a smile.

“This is too good,” I laughed glancing over at the pair trying not to hurt each other in their little squabble, “That’s also new.”

“They’re actively trying not to hurt each other,” She said looking at them. “It’s like they’re different people.”

“You know we can hear everything that you’re saying right,” Cat said over her shoulder, annoying the girls doing her make-up and hair.

“So? You two are acting weird. I mean weirder than usual,” I told them.

“We’re getting along. Is that really such a bad thing?” Harry asked me.

“No. But it’s still weird,” Jasmin responded.

“Can we just finish getting ready?” Cat asked us all.

“Sure,” the rest of us mumbled getting back to our phones.

“Ready?” Cat asked with a smile.

“How are you so happy?” I asked her.

“I may or may not have snuck on stage last year when they did the big marvel announcement with Dot. It’s not that scary,” She told me.

“Of course you did,” Jasmin mumbled, walking on stage as she was called, followed by me, Harry and finally Cat for our big panel.

After 45 minutes of talking and questions with Rick we finally got to the part we were all dreading and looking forward to.

“Hi,” An over-excited teenager told us through the mic.

“Hi,” We all waved back.

“I just have two questions. One, what happened to Harrison’s soulmark? And two, what was your favourite part of recording?” She asked still too excited.

“I decided that it was in a weird place so I wanted to cover it up,” He told her.

“That and he had a hickey this morning,” Cat yelled from her seat cheekily.

“Yeah, and if anyone gave it to him it was you,” I scoffed.

“I WAS ASLEEP IN MY ROOM WITH JASMIN BINGING CHARMED ALL NIGHT!” She yelled back at me.

“I fell asleep at 9 you could have sneaked out,” Jasmin poked.

“Why am I friends with you?” Cat asked annoyed with us and our shenanigans before moving on. “My favourite part of recording was getting to miss math tests and PE,” She told the girl.

“You missed PE?” Rick asked her angrily.

“NO!” She said sounding scared of him, giving the audience a little scared look. We all laughed. And when I say all I mean the entire hall.

JULY 26th: Jasmin

“Last day,” I said, getting on the bus to the hall.

“Last day,” Cat smiled from her seat, patting the one next to her for me to sit in.

“Finally, I can get back to Atlanta,” Brenten said excited about the prospect of getting back to work with his other friends.

“And I can get back to football,” Harrison said throwing one to me.

“I can get back to ignoring you and not getting along with you,” Cat smiled at the boy, catching the ball before it hit her in the head.

“Children, Children, settle down,” Brie said walking onto the bus.

“I’ll settle down when he stops throwing things at me,” Cat whined.

“I’ll stop throwing things when she stops being annoying,” Harry whined back.

“Why did I have to hire you two?” Rick asked himself sitting down on the bus. I agree with him, why did he have to hire them? Cat, I get. Harry, I get. But together, that was a mistake. Even Dot saw it. And she’s insane.

“Maybe I can get some sleep when all of this is over,” I mumbled resting my head on Cat’s shoulder as the bus started making the trip to the convention center for the final day.

“IT’S OVER!” I yelled collapsing on the bed in joy.

“And on to the next thing,” Cat said taking off her shoes on her own bed. “There’s a Netflix party Brenten was invited to with Stranger Things and he wants us to go,” She told me.

“Fine, what’s the dress code?” I asked her annoyed that our friend was inviting us to a party.

“PJs. It’s a slumber party,” She said revealing her joke.

“I’ll come but you have to snuggle with Harry or at least not fight him,” I told her, getting up to grab my bag so that I could find my PJs.

“I’m not snuggling and I will not get in a fight but if he starts one I will end one,” She informed me, doing the same.

“We’ll see,” I said as we got changed and ran down the hall to Millie’s room.

“We’re here!” Cat announced as we ran in.

“And still in long sleeves,” Millie noted.

“And it will stay that way because I’m cold,” Cat told her getting into her bed.

“Are all British people this insane?” Finn asked us.

“Not all, but some,” Cat told him, “You haven’t met my sisters yet, trust me this is me at about 20% insane.”

“Oh lord,” Caleb muttered.

“Movies,” Millie said grabbing the remote before any more insanity could happen. Though she didn’t account for the look that Harry was giving Cat and the look she occasionally gave him.

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Living In Our Minds | 16 Steps

Summary: Life in our house was never boring, not with three kids and two movie star parents. Life here was OK, if not unusual, until the day where Padamé had her first brain aneurysm and Leia was diagnosed with cancer on the same day. Then life became a hectic combination of hospital visits and trying to keep Leia’s identity still secret like she wanted.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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How many of you have counted how many steps it takes to get from backstage to your brother’s limp body on a stage in front of thousands of people? I’m guessing not many of you, and for those wondering it’s 16. At least for me and Leia, that night.

Seeing your brother potentially bleeding out in front of your eyes after he saved your cousin’s life isn’t anything we’d forget. I can’t ever imagine how we survived those few weeks afterward, making all those calls and talking to all those fans and all the media about the event.

That was the moment when Leia went from the very faint fringes of people’s minds to a place with most of our fans knowing who she is and what she looks like.

But now it was Christmas time and all was holly and joyful. The time of year where our family tradition is to get absolutely shit faced before noon and then open gifts, sing and drink even more on Christmas day. But sadly it’s still Christmas Eve which would normally mean watching cheesy Christmas movies on Netflix or Hallmark, but this year means we’re going to a comedy show so that Luke can stalk his bio father.

“You do realize that this is weird right? You brought your 15 year old sister to a pub so that you can have a weird little stalk of your bio father and a cover because I know his son,” Leia asked Luke as he took a shot of something alcoholic.

“You also brought your adoptive father to watch this. And your mother,” dad told him.

“First he can never replace you and second I didn’t bring mum she just appeared in a puff of smoke.”

“I’m a mystical creature, Luke. And as for you, Hugh, can I just say that I feel very disrespected and I think that I’m going to leave because it was going to be hard enough as it was,” Mum told us as we eagery waited for her to go.

“Goodbye, mum,” Leia sang to her waving as she left before dropping it and confiding in all of us, “OK, so as you all know my hair has fallen out and as such I wear a wig. That’s done, but did you know that mum tried to cure my cancer with 'vibes’ and eucalyptus, again this morning and it’s insane.”

“What do you mean 'again’?” Luke asked her.

“Tell her you can cure her insanity with a trip to the hospital,” I said drinking my beer and waiting for the show to begin.

“Your mother is just… Unique,” dad tried to reason.

“It’s the third time this week and it’s Tuesday and the week starts on Monday, dad. That’s not just ‘unique’ it’s mental insanity,” Leia reasoned as I made a motion I hope conveyed that the show was starting.

“Look, all I know is I have a press tour coming up, after your birthday and you have a choice, stay in London with one of your siblings or in LA with your mother,” dad told her.

“You can stay with me, I’m going to be taking some time off from acting to hang out with Gemma and Taylor,” I offered her.

Earlier that day...

“YOU STILL HAVEN’T TALKED TO HIM!” I yelled at Luke.

“I mean I guess he’s just a bit of a pussy,” Leia smirked as we walked his new dog.

“I am not a pussy. I just don’t-”

“Have the balls,” I offered.

“I just don’t want to yet. I was shot in front of them and I’ve been happy with all of you since. So, why should I tell them if I’m happy here?” Luke told us both.

“OK, but don’t you think they have a right to know too. I mean as you always told me when I was younger, honesty is the best policy,” Leia told us all.

“Fuck you both,” he told us before we could pressure him anymore.

“Is little Lukey upset?” Leia asked him.

“I’m an inch shorter than you, Leia, and no I’m not I’m just unsure of what to do next. It’s just a giant mess,” He told our youngest sister.

“What about the pub, that’s always a good call,” I suggested, opening the door of our apartment just a little too early.

“The pub sounds like a great idea!” Mum told us giving us each a hug as we entered the apartment.

“Yay,” Luke mumbled.

Now…

“You do realize that you’re famous and can’t easily blend into a crowd,” Leia told all of us.

“You do realize that on several occasions you’ve been spotted with us and you’re not as secretive as you’d like,” Luke shot back.

“Fuck off,” Leia told him taking one of his chips.

“I feel like I should tell you off for swearing,” Dad said while I laughed at her.

“Please don’t,” She said.

“You should tell him,” I told Luke.

“Tell him what?” Leia’s friend asked coming over to say hi.

“Tell him,” Leia told Luke before turning her friend, “Hi.”

“Hi,” He said back. “So, who does Luke need to tell something too?”

“Harrison, he’s in love,” Leia said with a serious face and one raised eyebrow.

“Well that’s fun,” He said looking at Luke oddly.

“Leia maybe you should run off like your namesake,” Luke suggested.

“I would but that would lead to me kissing my twin brother in front of the man I would later marry then divorce then our child would try to destroy the world,” Leia said giving Luke a look.

“Mr. Carter is it alright if Leia comes and sits with me and my brothers?” Leia’s friend asked.

“Of course just don’t let her drink and be polite,” Dad told him.

“Thank you,” He said as he and Leia got up, walking toward his family.

“Leia’s right you should tell him but only when you’re ready. He does have a right to know. However much I hate the fact that you’ll have another father, it’s the right thing,” Dad told him. “Maybe I can talk to his manager and get a meeting with him.”

“Maybe,” Luke said.

“Good luck,” I said.

I can’t imagine what it’s like to know that your two sisters are your parents’ biological children and that you’re adopted. It must be so hard.

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Deep Water | 01. June

Summary: With fame comes pain. A fact that Caitlyn knows all too well. But when she is the one thrust into the spotlight instead of one of her relatives or friends, she struggles to keep her head above water. Especially when her frenemy Harrison is destined to become her co-star in an animated version of her favourite book. She has to hide her family’s past. He has to hide his feelings and truth. They can’t trust anyone not even each other and if their secrets ever come out, they’ll end up in deep water. This Story follows the trials of the three Watson sisters as they battle to keep part of their past secret.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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JUNE 21st: Brenten

“We should do something fun to freak out fans on Instagram,” I suggested to the group of teenagers lying in my trailer on set.

“What you thinking?” Cat asked still reading her book, that girl could read if the apocalypse is happening.

“Like a thing,” I told her, causing a giggle from Cat, either at her book or me.

“That’s very specific,” She told me with some sass getting more laughs from the others scrolling through their phones.

“We could do old photos to now,” Harrison suggested peering over his phone to the blonde on the floor of the trailer.

“Oh god no,” Jasmin told us, “There’s a good reason that you haven’t seen any old photos of me.”

“It’d be fun,” I told her, “and they can’t be worse than mine or Cat’s.”

“They can.”

“I think we should do it,” Harrison said from the other end of the couch.

“Of course you do, you came up with it,” Cat scoffed.

“BRENTEN!” A British voice yelled from the other side of the door.

“Oh god, hide me,” I muttered.

“HE’S IN HERE!” Cat yelled back to the voice with a sly smile on her face.

“Thank you,” Millie said walking through the door of the trailer with Sadie.

“Hey, everyone,” Sadie said giving the people she’d only met a few days ago a wave.

“Why Cat?” I asked the blonde who was still reading.

“Because I am very much like my namesake in the fact I like causing mischief. That and also you’re disturbing my reading time,” She said finally putting her book down.

“Can’t you just go back to screwing Harry and ignoring me?” I asked her. In response, she distorted her face weirdly to show that she wasn’t happy with what I’d just said.

“I’m sorry Cat and Harry screwed each other?” Sadie asked, taking the jab at face value.

“No,” The two said, way too quickly for me and Jasmin not to laugh.

“It’s a running joke,” Millie told her.

“Because we despise each other they think we’ve hate fucked each other,” Cat told the redhead sitting up on the floor.

“Well, that’s not odd at all,” Sadie said sitting next to Cat.

“So what important stuff were you discussing before Millie yelled?” Sadie asked her, putting her head on Cat’s shoulder.

“Pulling an Instagram prank thing,” Jasmin told her.

“Well, I’m sorry I interrupted,” Millie told me with an eye roll.

“We should all do it,” I said.

“Fine,” Jasmin gave in.

“Let’s find the photos,” Cat said grabbing her computer from her bag ready to look for old photos of herself and her sisters.

“Maybe we can make out for the recent one,” Harry muttered.

“Lovesick puppy,” Millie muttered punching him in the arm.

“You’re the biggest arsehole I’ve ever met Harrison,” Cat said grabbing her glasses this time.

“You heard that!” He yelled at her.

“Obviously, you know that I have good hearing. Which reminds me please stop doing whatever it is that you do at night,” Cat told him.

“I agree with that, you’re not so subtle,” Jasmin told him gaining a giggle from the rest of us.

“Let’s do mine first,” I declared.

JUNE 23rd: Jasmin

“Oh my god, you were adorable!” Cat giggled at my young self on her computer screen.

“I’m not adorable. Go back to eating your spicy tomato soup,” I told her with a huff.

“Adorable,” All three of them said together.

“Why do we have to do this?” I asked her.

“For funsies,” Harrison told me mocking me and Cat. “I forgot the PE uniform looked like that,” He changed the subject pointing to one of the photos.

“Wow,” I said sarcastically pointing to the little heart in the corner for her to save it.

“Should we take a new one of you?” Cat asked me.

“Why the hell not,” I said slapping my legs getting up. “Where to, little photographer?” I asked her grabbing her hand.

“Anywhere I can take a shirtless photo,” Harrison said grabbing his keys to join us.

“Anywhere he can’t take shirtless photos,” Cat told me.

“I’m driving so my choice,” Harry told her.

“LET’S GO TO THE MALL!” I sang grabbing the keys from Harry’s hand to prevent another fight between them.

“But people,” Cat complained as I dragged her to Harrison’s bet up old car.

“Do you want to go on a several hour drive with Harry to a beach just to avoid people?” I asked her.

“In that. NO,” She shook her head in horror.

“We can take a photo of me tomorrow when we’re in LA,” Harry said giving me a look as I unlocked the car saying I’m driving or else.

“I call back seat so I can be far away from him,” Cat said moving the front seat to get into the back.

“You two need to grow up,” I muttered getting in after Cat.

“We’re only 16,” Cat chimed.

“I’m 17,” Harry mumbled starting the car.

“You two are made for each other,” I mumbled turning the radio volume up for the journey to the mall.

JUNE 25th: Harrison

“I REFUSE to take any more photos of you half-naked,” Cat told me seriously as we relaxed on the beach.

“But I look really good,” I told her.

“One of these days I’m going to kill you and no one will find the body,” She mumbled taking the photo before flipping me off.

“I believe you darling,” I said waving to some girls eyeing me from the shore.

“Don’t call me darling, asshole,” She said paddling her paddle board away from me and toward Jasmin.

“You like her,” A voice said from behind me. I turned to look and Bea and Alice were in a kayak behind me.

“Why’d you say that?” I asked the pair.

“The way you look at her,” Alice spoke, trying to stop the kayak.

“The way that you talk to her,” Bea said.

“The way that you write about her in your music,” Alice said.

“How did you know that?” I asked her.

“I’m a songwriter too. That and Brenten says you talk about her,” Alice told me.

“Also I think that she probably will try to suffocate you one of these days,” Bea told me.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, guys.” I rolled my eyes and started swimming toward my friends and Cat.

“So how’s the photographer and the boy?” I heard Jasmin ask Cat as I approached the shore.

“Nothing is happening,” Cat gave her annoyed look as I got out of the ocean and started shaking the water out of my head, “Are you half dog?” She asked me.

“Is that why you hate me?” I asked her back as she shielded her camera from me.

“I don’t hate you, I despise you. There’s a difference,” She said with a tight smile, handing me a towel.

“That’s an improvement mate,” Brenten said to me.

“Remember when we were friends?” I asked her.

“You mean when I occasionally visited Arya on set of wizards and I didn’t know you well enough to hate you yet. I remember,” She said with a sarcastic head tilt.

“Can you two just kiss already?” Bea asked dragging her kayak up the beach.

“NO,” We said together. Bea just rolled her eyes in response.

“Paps, 10 o’clock,” Alice said grabbing her bag, ready to leave.

“See you at home,” Cat told her elder sisters as they left before they were caught by the paps as they were meant to be in New York and Oxford respectfully.

“See you later Catigator,” Bea called to her.

“Catigator?” I asked her.

“She likes to make puns,” Cat told me, “I’m going to get a drink. Jas you want anything?”

“I’ll come with you,” Jasmin said linking their arms as they left me with Brenten on the beach.

“Dude, stop getting in fights with her. She told Jasmin that evertime she fights with you she feels really bad but she doesn’t know how to deal with the emotions,” Brenten informed me.

“Then why does she always start the fights?” I asked.

“You’re joking right. You always make some comment that drives her insane,” Brenten told me.

“Then why doesn’t she say something to my face?” I asked.

“Have you met the girl? Her anxiety alone should be enough reason let alone everything else,” Brenten said with a concerned look in his eyes.

“Maybe,” I muttered watching as the girls walked back chatting about something trivial, my eyes lingered a little too long on Cat though because she noticed and started glaring at me. Fuck she was beautiful, I thought to myself.

JUNE 27th: Caitlyn

“YOU LIKE HIM!” Kenna frantically signed at me as we walked down the near empty halls of the studio.

“I don’t like him,” I signed back angrily.

“Don’t lie to me Caitlyn. I may be deaf but I’m not stupid,” she signed back as we rounded the corner to the reception.

I wanted to retort but instead I got ready to speak to the receptionist. “Hi, I’m C-Olivia and I’m hear with Kenna, she’s auditioning for the role of Pheobe,” I said with a small smile while Kenna waved at her.

“Take a seat with the rest of the people auditioning and fill out this paperwork,” The receptionist smiled at me.

I guided Kenna to the seating area and gave her the form to fill out. As we sat their either chatting or watching other people walk in and out of the room. We laughed as Kenna read over the script after watching someone slip on water left by some crying girl throwing her cup.

“So how do you do this?” Kenna asked me.

“By trying your hardest and actually speaking not like last time,” I signed back laughing at the memory. We continued chatting until a voice interrupted us.

“I could help but notice the signing,” The masculine voice spoke, “Jack.” He gave me a hand.

“Olivia and Kenna,” I said back giving Kenna a knowing look.

“Are you both here to audition?” He asked.

“No, she’s my emotional support,” Kenna signed to him.

“So are you deaf or non-verbal?” Jake, signed to her.

“Deaf, but can speak even though the whole hearing thing alludes me,” Kenna signed back.

“Adorable,” I signed to her only getting a look back that said shut up.

They continued to talk while I just sat there, eventually grabbing my own script to read and memorise for my newest endevor.

Later that day, we were celebrating Kenna’s good work at the house, while teasing her.

“Can I talk to you?” Harrison asked me,still not wearing a shirt. Was that boy allergic to them or did he just like making me miserable?

“Sure,” I said, reluctantly getting up off the bar stool and following him to the pool. “What did you want to talk about?” I asked annoyed with the boy in front of me already.

“Why do you hate me?” He asked rushing all the words.

“Like I said before I don’t hate you, I despise you,” I said with a scoff.

“Since the first day that I met you, you’ve disliked and distrusted me. I just want to know why,” He said slightly angry.

“You realise that you’re a dick to me right. At school. At home. Here. You always have been, ever since that first day,” I told him, “I really wanted to be your friend but you dismissed me so quickly just because I wasn’t cool in your book. I tried again at school but you were either on set or being a dick with your friends on the football team to Kenzie and all of us. Then when we were recording you were so up your own ass that I could barely talk to you without you snapping.”

“I’m sorry, about all of that but can we at least try be friends now?” He asked me.

“I don’t know, with everything you’ve done I don’t know if I can forgive you. But I’ll try for the sake of my friends,” I took deep breaths as I said it feeling the rising panic coming throu me even if I didn’t know why this time.

Harrison seemed to notice my sudden shallow breaths because instead of making some snide comment back to me he lead me further from the open doors and closer to edge of the deck and away from our friends eyes. “Hey, hey, hey, deep breaths. What is it that Kenna and Lola always say to you?” He asked himself more than me, “Aha! Grey skys out, blue skys in. Grey skys out, blue skys in,” He told me making sure that I followed his instructions. Taking deep breaths I focused on my breathing more than the boy gripping my arms or my surroundings.

Once I’d calmed down. I looked in his eyes and saw something I never thought he was capable of, compassion and caring. God that boy is annoying and confusing.

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The MCU’s Daughters | She Shall Remain Nameless

Summary: Long before she was the MCU’s Daughter. Before they were the Internet’s Daughters. They were just teenage girls trying to fit into a new system, a new country and a new school. Before all the fame and success two teens first became friends and teammates.

Warnings: Mentions of Misogyny, Swearing

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January 31st, 2017

Simone

“What’s up with you?” I asked Tegan as she walked up to me.

“I despise people named after cities,” She stated sitting down next to me, visibly shaking

“That’s a strong statement. Can I ask why?” Hannah asked her handing us both cookies.

“Because anyone named after a city is pure evil and I don’t want anything to do with them anymore.”

“You do realize there are a few places called Hannah right? And Simone? And Tegan?” Hannah told her.

“I mean people named after cities normal people know about, Hannah,” Tegan clarified for all of us.

“Fine, I give. So Simone how’s your class anyone nice? Or not Lachie and Ella?” Hannah asked me turning the conversation away from where it could have gone.

“Their alright but most of them know each other already and some of them have picked up on the whole ‘I run a successful youtube channel’ thing and keep asking to be my friend so they can appear in videos or Instagram and become famous,” I told them.

“Well, it already sounds better than my class because they’re actually talking to you. One kid in my class realized the whole youtube thing and started yelling about me being a feminazi and a liberal snowflake and the teacher didn’t stop them until I nearly punched them and that was only to try to give me detention but one of the peer leaders stuck up for me and so no detention,” Tegan rambled stabbing her lunch with her fork a little too aggressively.

“OK so moving on. We need somewhere to film or at least a meeting spot to discuss filming, everyone’s still on board. So any ideas from my genius friends?” I asked trying to avoid a massive screaming Tegan.

“Me and Hannah are going to look at an office space after school so we can actually set up something that seems normal. You can come if you want, it’ll be better than the bathroom at Governors Bay,” Tegan joked.

“I’d love to. Maybe we can actually seem normal if we have an office. And maybe we can make a video out of it,” I suggested to them before Hannah piped up.

“Way ahead of you. Bob’s been filming us on our search.”

“Wow, OK then have you found anything yet?” 

“Yeah but we wanted your opinion, you are one of the two CEO’s of our Youtube channel,” Tegan told me wrapping her arm around me in a hug. “Sorry we didn’t tell you sooner, you were away and everything’s been insane.”

“It’s all good,” I told her.

“Have you decided whose coming with you to Atlanta?” Hannah asked, offering us both a cookie.

“Yup,” Tegan said with a smile, “Obviously Simone is coming and I thought you and Alexandra could come. I’ll probably be labelled something by the cast for having three of you there with me but I need as much support as I can get.”

“I’d love to come,” Hannah smiled at Tegan.

“So would I,” I offered. “I can call Alexandra and ask if you want?”

“Yes please,” Tegan smiled, going back to her lunch.

February 14th, 2017

Tegan

“I hate Valentine’s day,” I said coming to sit next to my friends.

“Really, you haven’t mentioned it,” Lachie said strumming his guitar.

“Well, look who’s back from the dead,” I told him.

“I made new friends. And some of them are in your class. They say you haven’t said a word, which I find unlikely,” Lachie told me.

“I’m not good with change,” I informed him.

“I actually thought you were really good with change,” Simone said like she was questioning the statement.

“I’m good at adapting to change but that doesn’t mean I like it,” I told her, “I tend to shut myself down and not communicate with people.”

“You need god or therapy, preferably both,” She told me.

“I’m getting therapy, as for god no,” I told her with a look.

“When do you leave for Atlanta?” Lachie asked.

“March,” I told him, “What can’t wait for us to be gone?”

“Actually I plan on robbing you of your studio,” He said.

“Hey if you want to use the studio just ask. I won’t stop you,” I told him.

“Thanks. Can I ask why you hate Valentine’s day?” He responded.

“Reminds me of when I was a kid, and then memories start flooding in and then I end up having a bad day,” I told him. “I’m all sorts of messed up.”

“Maybe that’s not a bad thing,” Simone told me.

“I HAVE COOKIES!” Hannah shouted as she sat down with us, “AND FRIENDS!”

“Hannah made friends?” Lachie questioned.

“Yes, you dick,” I shot back making him move so Hannah’s new friends could sit with us.

“This is Sam, Isabel, Evie and Lachie 2.0,” She introduced, while the three of us smiled at them. “And this is Lachie, Tegan and Simone.”

“Hi,” I said.

“So you do speak,” The new Lachie stated, “Sorry we’re in the same class, and I haven’t heard you talk before.”

“I do, I also sing,” I told him.

“We have a new Lachie so we can throw the old one out,” Simone joked.

“Please don’t,” Lachie said.

“Fine, old Lachie is now Loki and new Lachie can be Lachie,” She declared.

“This is the most interesting Valentine’s day since we got electric shock tag banned,” I muttered a little too loudly.

“You’re going to have to explain electric shock tag,” Sam told me.

“I want to play,” Isabel told me.

“We had an astroturf field at primary school, not the same one these guys went to but still, we weren’t allowed to go on with shoes during lunch and break. We played tag on it, but obviously, static electricity built up and we’d shock each other. So it became a game until a few years ago when my friend Maya was being chased by a guy, and she was standing in front of the metal goal, and he ran straight into it from the other side of the field without lifting his feet. It was funny but dangerous,” I told them.

“That sounds fun,” Isabel and Simone told me.

“We are never playing that,” The others said together.

“We have real grass so we can’t,” I told Isabel and Simone, and the others for their peace of mind.

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Deep Water | 04. September

Summary: With fame comes pain. A fact that Caitlyn knows all too well. But when she is the one thrust into the spotlight instead of one of her relatives or friends, she struggles to keep her head above water. Especially when her frenemy Harrison is destined to become her co-star in an animated version of her favourite book. She has to hide her family’s past. He has to hide his feelings and truth. They can’t trust anyone not even each other and if their secrets ever come out, they’ll end up in deep water. This Story follows the trials of the three Watson sisters as they battle to keep part of their past secret.

Warnings: Mentions of Violence, Slight mentions Torture and Swearing

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SEPTEMBER 1st:  Harrison

“Happy final day before 6th form!” Brenten said way too excited for the final day of summer vacation.

“Too early,” I mumbled still sipping the coffee I made at home.

“Whoah did Cat cut her hair?” Kenna asked the group as we saw Lola and Cat approach.

“Apparently,” I said, looking at the shorter cut.

“Sup, everybody,” Lola greeted as Cat signed something to Kenna.

“New hair cut?” I asked her.

“I had to cut it for the project in New Orleans. I personnel love it. It’s much lighter and less heavy on my head,” She told me.

“Ahhh. So how was New Orleans?” Kenna asked her.

“Fun. Met some great people and may even be getting a TV show,” She smiled as we started to walk toward the mall. “Why are you walking with us? Don’t you have your own friends?”

“Maybe I want to start again and not be such a dick this year,” I told her, trying to put my arm around her before she glared at me and rolled her eyes.

It wasn’t until lunch that I realized what walking around with my co-stars truly meant. It meant that the football team members at the mall weren’t happy with me. It meant that I wasn’t welcome. It meant that I found myself in the cold air in the middle of lunch trying to find something that wasn’t blurry, after trying to hang out with the football team for a few hours after spending time with my other friends.

“Harry?” A familiar voice asked.

“Can’t,” I tried to say as I staggered toward the voice, tears streaming down my face, blurring my vision.

“Close it’s Cat,” She joked as she grabbed my arms and lead me somewhere.

“And Jasmin,” Another voice spoke. “Is he going to be alright?” She whispered.

“Yeah,” Cat told me, “Hey, listen to me. Deep breathing. Grey skies out, blue skies in,” She told me calmly and slowly. My vision started returning to normal and my breathing started becoming slower and returning to normal again. I could see her holding my head and looking into my eyes with a hint of sadness. “Look whose back,” She joked again.

“How?” I asked, knowing that the how meant a lot of questions on my mind but settling on any answer she gave me.

“Cat here wanted to find you, she said that she needed to talk and I volunteered to help her look,” Jasmin explained giving me a knowing look.

“You’re alright now,” Cat told me.

“Thanks, I think? What did you want to talk about?” I asked her.

“Jasmin, can you leave me alone with him I promise I won’t kill him,” Cat told our friend.

“Sure. Plus I know you wouldn’t there are cameras,” She smiled walking off as Cat dragged me to the outdoor seating of a close Cafe Nero.

“What’s this about Caitlyn?” I asked her worried by the serious look on her face.

“Where to start?” She asked herself, clearly caught up in her head about all of this. The way her brows knit together I can tell she’s come up with over a hundred ways this can play out in her head. “So, the thing is… You know that night in Atlanta, the one where you helped me through my panic attack. I can’t get it out of my head. And I don’t know why. It stopped me from hating you and I can’t stop thinking about you, not in the way I used to with planning your demise or watching weird videos of you falling over. But like a good way and it terrifies me, I can just about handle friendship and family stuff but emotions like this scare me, I’ve never had a good role model. Just look at my parents,” She laughed at her own joke, “It scares me and I just wanted to let you know, even if these are only me, that this is why I’m being nicer to you not because of anything else.”

“That was a lot very quickly,” I told her, “But thanks for the honesty. I can’t stop thinking about it or LA too. But now isn’t the time to make a move on this, not with everything that’s going on with your dad and family. Maybe later,” I told her.

“Maybe,” She said shyly.

SEPTEMBER 2nd: Caitlyn

Car, get to the car. Breathe. Walk. Pick up your sisters. It’s all under control. You’re in control. Don’t freak yourself out. Your alright.

Cameras were flashing around me as I exited the school building and ran through the crowd of asshole journalists and paparazos. Normally this wouldn’t bother me, it’s not unusual. But it usually happened with less of them and around album drops or movie releases not the first day of school. That was an agreement we’d come to.

But this wasn’t because of a choice my sisters had made. It was one that the person I used to call my father caused. One that I couldn’t escape as hard as I tried. One that I hoped Dot and Ellie could.

I ran to my car and once that ordeal was over I started searching for my phone to text Dot that I was coming to pick her up.

“Hey.”

“Ahhhhh!” I screamed. Dot nearly gave me a heart attack by sitting in the back of my car. “What the FUCK DORETHEA?!” I yelled at her.

“I asked to get out of school early to avoid the press,” She told me climbing into the passengers seat of the car.

“Smart,” I told her moving my bag to the back seat for her to sit next to me. “Hey can you text Ellie that I’m picking her up and not to get on the bus?”

“Sure,” She said fiddling around her phone to alert our youngest sister of the change of plans.

“SLOW DOWN YOUR GOING TO KILL US!” Ellie yelled from the back seat.

“El, I’m going at 30 kilometers an hour in a 50 zone, I’m not going to kill you. Any way we’re nearly home,” I told her peering into the mirrors to see if anyone was following us.

“We’ve taken half an hour to get home and home’s less than a mile away from both of our schools,” Dot complained.

“And I’m trying to avoid letting paps know where we live to protect you two from this world like Bea and Alice did to me. And I think that we’re in the clear,” I said turning into our drive.

“Can I have the keys?” Dot asked me.

“Yes,” I said tossing them to her through the open window after I turned off the car. “El’, you want some help?” I asked her seeing her struggle with her diorama.

“I’m good,” She said to me.

“Shit,” I muttered seeing a camera flashing outside of the gates and the bushes. “Sorry Ellie,” I apoligized grabbing my own bag and jumping out of the car to shield Ellie from the cameras.

“Olivia!” A voice from behind the bush yelled.

“Ignore them Cat,” Ellie told me, giving me a smile that always made me feel safe.

“Race you to the door,” I told her.

“Your on,” She said racing ahead of me and through the door. Good both of them were in the house and I could run through the hedge to get Arya, Lis or Sansa to help me. Or I could just go inside and call my sisters and hope that the paps go away. And I haven’t gone through the hedge in a few years and I’m pretty sure Richard would hate me for doing it. So into the house it is.

Once inside the house I made two calls, one to Richard while he was at work, knowing he’d get off soon and when he came home he’d be in uniform. The other to Harrison, hoping to have some company, intimidate the paps and talk to him all at once. Three birds, one stone.

SEPTEMBER 10th: Brenten

“Why didn’t Cat transfer for 6th?” I asked Jasmin as we walked down the school hall at the end of the day.

“Her mother said that this school is all old boys and wanted her to have some and I quote ‘stability because let’s face it she’d fucked up’,” She told me.

“Well, that’s a nice way to talk about her own daughter,” Harry said walking up to us. “Are you guys going to Cat’s or am I going to have to answer to Arya myself?”

“I’m going,” Jasmin said, “If I can have a ride.”

“Me too,” I told them.

“Do you guys want to come with me?” I asked, knowing that they’d both say yes.

“Please,” Jasmin sang.

“Yes,” Brenten said.

“Hey Cat!” Jasmin yelled as she walked through the front door.

“Cat’s not home yet,” One of Cat’s cousins sang from the kitchen.

“When will she be back?” Harry asked as we walked through the hall to the kitchen, revealing Melisandre sitting with Sansa and Bea.

“Soon, she’s been trying to take long ways home to avoid paps,” Sansa told us. “Do you guys want some tea while you wait?”

“We’re home!” Dot called sounding highly annoyed.

“BEA!” Ellie cried running into the kitchen, ignoring the rest of us.

“Why’s Harrison’s car in the drive?” Cat asked, walking into the kitchen and spotting us, “Nevermind. Lis, Sansa,” She greeted her cousin, avoiding her sisters and us.

“Why are you wearing Harry’s hoodie?” I asked her, taking the glass of juice she offered me.

“Because he left it here and Bea steals mine,” she told me as if it wasn’t an odd thing to say.

“Hey, I stole your hoodie once,” Bea defended.

“Yet I still haven’t gotten it back,” Cat countered.

“What do you mean he left it? When was he here without us?” Jasmin asked what I was thinking. Harry remained silent as Bea and Cat bickered.

“I mean he left it here, it’s not hard to understand. As for your other question, he was here on the second because I needed company after the paps followed me here and my sisters aren’t all that interesting to talk to. No offence Bea and Ellie,” Cat told us picking up Ellie from the ground and booping her on the nose.

“It’s alright, you’re older than me so I get it,” Ellie told her.

“Do you guys want to go up to my room?” Cat asked, putting Ellie down.

“Sure,” We all told her.

Once we got to the room she shared with her two older sisters and she closed the door I had to ask her a question that had been on my mind since I first met her.

“Why does everyone in your family have a different accent?” I blurted out.

“I have no fucking clue,” She laughed, “But you’re right. I know that Alice has an american one because she was 8 when we left the states to go to Australia. But Bea’s is still a mystery. Mine’s a mess. Dot’s is getting more and more english. Then Ellie is a pure english one. It is odd but the reason I give is because we’ve lived so many places.”

“I have a question too. Why are you all named alphabetically?” Jasmin asked her.

“For easy remembering whose who? I have no clue, even some of our middle names are alphabetical,” She told her.

“Wha?” I asked.

“I don’t no, my parents are odd,” She told me.

“Now on to the Harry issue,” I said, “Why’d ya call him?”

“Do we really have to talk about this?” She asked. I noted that Harry hadn’t said a word to her or us since she got home.

“Yes,” Jasmin and I said together.

“I called him because if people are writing stories about me, I might as well control what they’re saying to some extent. And if that means I call Harry so that for a moment the tabloids are talking about him and me instead of my father and slandering my sisters, then it does. That and I need to talk to him,” She told me.

“Is that it?” I asked her.

“That is all that happened. I barely spoke to her when I was over,” Harry spoke up. He was leaning against the wall of her room giving her a weak smile but his eyes told another story.

I gave Jasmin a knowing look. We weren’t going to get anything else about this from them, so we should let it be until they’re ready to tell us.

SEPTEMBER 26th: Jasmin

“Why is your house so weird?” I asked Cat as I lay on her bed.

“Whatcha mean?” She asked not even looking away from her book.

“You have a loft in your room. There’s a bedroom in your mothers bathroom. You have a stain glass wall. There are six bedrooms yet you only use three of them. Do I need to go on?” I asked.

“No. The bedroom thing is because mum wants us to be able to share and has said if we ask we can have our own rooms. The bedroom in Mums bathroom isn’t a bedroom it’s just a room. The loft is just because it’s a feature of the edwardian house. The stain glass wall is because of the extension and adds a bit of character,” She told me, still reading.

“You should ask for your own room, you’re 16 and your sisters are in their 20s, surely you want one,” I said.

“I have one most of the time, it’s just when Bea and Alice come to visit. Even then they don’t always stay here,” She told me, “Anyway their beds are in the loft and I barely even go up there unless I want to annoy them.”

“You’re family is weird,” She laughed.

“It is. Especially given that my sisters bought the house for my mother when Alice got big in the beginning,” She told me.

“OK weirder than I thought,” I laughed. “Can I ask what happened between you and Harry? I just want to know why you’re not really speaking to each other, well more than usual.”

“I don’t really want to talk about this,” She said finally putting her book down.

“Brenten and I are concerned about you. The last time you were like this you spiralled, big time. We nearly lost you then and we don’t want that to happen again,” I told her. “Cat, I don’t want to lose you. You’re my friend. What would happen to your sisters if we lost you? What about Kenna and Lola? We can’t lose you and I know everything at the moment is tough but this is something that I can help you with.”

“Fine,” She said coming to sit next to me on the bed. “So, we did talk when he came over on the second. We talked about a few things that had happened over the summer and things got a bit awkward.”

“What happened over the summer?”

“Knock, knock,” A voice said from behind the door.

“Come in,” Cat said using this as an excuse to change the topic.

“We’re here,” Lola said, opening the door to reveal her and Kenna.

“And we want to know what happened over the summer too,” Kenna signed.

“Fine,” She said angrily, “Alright you remember when I started to panic when we were in LA June and I had a bit of a panic and Harrison asked to talk to me and I refused to wear short sleeves for the rest of the summer. Well that’s because of this,” Cat said pulling her sleeve down to reveal her once black mark is now bright and colourful. That was something that I didn’t think could have happened.

“I knew it,” Kenna signed rapidly.

“Me too,” Lola said giving her best friend a sly smile.

“Relax theres still more,” She rolled her eyes to continue. “We didn’t talk about it for ages, he didn’t even know until the forth party in Rhode Island when his mark changed colour. We didn’t talk about it till the second. Then in August when we were in Atlanta and I had the panic attack and called you, I went to his room afterward an-”

“Slept with him?” Lola asked.

“In a sense. I fell asleep in his room as he tried to calm me down. That’s all that happened that night after we went and got breakfast and that’s it,” She said giving us all a look that says nothing else happened. “Then on the second, I was really nervous and upset about the paps following me home that I came up with an idea that if I could alter the press coverage for just a second then I would. We talked about everything that happened between us in the summer and came to an agreement. An agreement that we wouldn’t talk about it or fall for each other until we finish school, because I want to focus on school as much as I can.”

“So that’s why he’s not talking to you. He’s already failed the agreement,” I spoke.

“What?” She asked me, shocked at my insinuation.

“Dude, the guy fell for you years ago,” Lola said.

“He’s always looked at you like a lovesick puppy,” Kenna confirmed. “You were just to blind to see it.”

“You’ve always been stuck in your own head and we let you be because we know emotions and everything freak you out, especially emotions like this. As long as you were surviving we just wanted to make you lived to see 18,” I told her.

“Why the hell did no one tell me?” She asked.

“We didn’t want to scare you,” Lola said.

“Oh my god. I feel so stupid,” She whinned.

“You’re not stupid, you’re just oblivious when it comes to emotions, especially other peoples,” Kenna told her.

“Can we talk about what else I’ve missed on the emotional side. I want to know,” She asked.

“On one condition,” Kenna signed, giving me and Lola a look.

“Sleep over!” We all signed and yelled.

“Fine, but parents, you know mum’s rule,” She said to us.

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