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adoptedmadrigal2 · 2 years

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One boy in a house full of girls

Also, thank you to @prophetic-hijinks and @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves for ocs and ideas

Outnumbered.

“But mami” Bek whined

“Move along aquaman, you've got chores” Liv told

“But none of the girls are going!” Bek complained

“That's because they need to help us around the house, with your baby cousins and little brother, so that we can get things done. Now vamos mi azul” Isabela said ruffling her son’s light blonde hair that he got from his mami.

With a huff he left the house.

Liv could see where he was coming from, that feeling of being outnumbered was familiar to her too, she grew up with five older brothers and only one younger sister.

when you look at bek though it’s a far worse case of outnumbered. He has his younger brother Anthony, primo Migel and 7 tios. Gus, Felix, Bruno, Mariano, Donnovan, Camilo, and Antonio.

On the other hand though he has his great abuela Alma, his abuela Julieta, his mami and mama, Celeste, Elena, Bella, Camren, Avalyn, and Maria as his cousins, and then he has his tias: Pepa, Elena, Luisa, Mirabel, Dolores, Dulce, and Rosita.

Needless to say he's one of few boys in the house.

His tia Luisa though is expecting twins, so after his chores are done, he heads to tio Bruno in hopes that he'll have some more primos and no more primas.

Yes Bek loved his primas but he was tired of always braiding hair, and doing girly stuff like pedicures and spa days.

"Tio Bruno? Can I have a vision por favor?" Bek ran up asking the man.

"It depends on what it is Río," Bruno said as he walked with the younger boy toward his door.

"I wanna know if tia Luisa's babies will be boys," he said

"I'll do it, but you have to remember, I don't control what I see, I just see it." Bruno explained to the boy

"Ok tio." Bek said as he walked with Bruno up to his vision cave which now was only three flights of stairs to climb.

Minutes passed and Bruno's vision showed Luisa's babies healthy and safe.

"Please for the love of God tell me they're boys," Bek pleaded.

"Um…" Bruno hummed "Sorry Rio, they're niñas"

"You're kidding," Bek deadpanned

"Sorry little guy, but this family is full of niñas, trust me, I grew up with three women and I was the only boy. Besides, growing up with girls gives you a far better respect for them than some men in the encanto." Bruno told

"I'm going to the river to clear my mind," Bek said, walking out of the cave and using a small wave to glide downstairs.

He left the house with only a faint trace of water trailing his wave. And off he went heading to the river beyond the mountain's split.

It gets to be lunchtime, and all of the kids are gathered at the table, helping themselves to some arroz con pollo. Everyone but Bek, that is.

Julieta was keeping an eye on the kids while the adults headed off to do some quick chores. She noticed the empty spot between Elena and Celeste, knowing that's where Bek always sat, she became worried. Dolores was just outside doing laundry so Julieta went to the back door and asked Dolores.

"Lola, have you seen Bek, he should've been done with his chores by now. Plus he never misses a chance to talk to Celeste and Elena," Julieta asked.

"I haven't heard him for a few hours, but the last I heard he said he was going to the river. He didn't name which one so he could be anywhere." Dolores told.

"Great, when they finish their arroz con pollo I'll send Celeste and Elena to look for him, they act like triplets, if anyone can find him they will." Julieta told

"We were mentioned?" The two 8 year olds said peeking from around the blue skirt julieta wore.

"If the two of yoy are done eating, I need you to go find Bek, he said he was headed to the river a few hours ago but since then no one has seen or heard him. Go on and take your bow Elena, Star you can take your hunting knife," Julieta told the girls, since they were the eldest, they were taught to hunt for their meat, and how to defend themselves from an early age.

Elena and Celeste always hunted together, bringing home large elk, and a rather promising cut of bear meat when they were only young girls hunting with Felix, Mariano, and Donnovan. Their skills were impressive bit their gifts always helped them. Celeste could hide her and Elena in the shadows of night so that she could let Elena get a proper shot on their targets. And Elena being one to mimick any noise, call, or voice she heard, could mimick a mating call to get any type of meat.

Aside from their hunting skill, they also knew how to track anything. Which is why they were trusted with finding Bek.

About an hour after the girls had went out to find the boy, they came across a snake, and like a pair of girls would do, they killed it with a knife to the heart, and then used the long reptile to tie a bow around a tree, so they wouldn't get lost returning from the mariposa river.

Once the snakes was securely tied, they carried forward heading through the crack in the mountain by way of shadows. Bears lurk on the caverns so stealth was necessary to pass through safely. Unless you were Bek that is, he could create a tall enough wave to ride so as to not be scratched by the bears. And as they walked in shadow, they took note of the wet and muddy grass. Bek had surely been through here.

Once the river was in sight they could see a small figure skipping rocks.

"Bek! There you are," Elena called running towards him.

"Go away," Bek muttered stopping the pair in their tracks.

"Why, tia juli has been worried about you you've been gone for hours Bek." Celeste told bringing herself and Elena out of shadows

"Why should I go back when I'm always outnumbered. I'm one boy in a house full of girls, I never catch a break." Bek snapped forcefully skipping a rock across the vast width of the river.

"Because Bek, we love you. And I mean of course you're outnumbered but that doesn't mean anything. We love to hunt with you, and we love doing spa days with you." Elena told

"But what if I wanna play trucks, or fútbol then what I don't have anyone to play with me." Bek said

"Yes you do! If you'd ask us. We thought since you never asked you didn't wanna do that stuff. Now, do you wanna face off in fùtbol, or make a cool truck course in the garden." Celeste explained.

"Let's check our lines while we're up here and then we can build a truck course," Bek said

"That's our primito, I bet that line that we strung with chicken scraps has a big fish on it," Elena bet.

Nearly four hours had passed and isabela was worrying about the three. They had yet to return and the sun was setting.

"What if they're hurt?" Isabela asked

"Amor, drink your tea, I'm sure they'll be back soon." Liv told

"Sorry we were so late Elena found an ell and she couldn't resist getting a shot on it." Celeste told helping Bek pull the elk into the house while Elena walked in cleaning her arrow on her shirt hem

"Goodness, I should've known you three would've went on an impromptu hunt." Julieta told walking in to see a rather large elk that needed butchering.

Isabela immediately swarmed Bek showering him with kisses, Dolores and Luisa doing similarly to their daughters.

"Come on you two, let's go make a truck ramp in the garden," Bek called running back out the door.

Celeste followed and Elena handed over her bow telling the women that surrounded

"We talked to him, he was just in a silly little funk, he's fine now though, Hey wait for me!" She called running out the door as the many women smiled.

"Atleast he's back to normal again, he was really upset this morning I could tell he felt outnumbered," Liv told

"Well atleast the girls still love to play with him," Luisa told

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sol-luna9697 · 3 years

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Missing Camren Hours Part 1

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riverrunscold · 5 years

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Gotham's over and I'm emotionally distraught

So, I spent a few weeks/possibly days watching season 1 and season 2 of Gotham on Netflix after hearing a kid in my drama class mention it; and that was the start of my immediate obsession. I watched it all the way through, then watched some of season 3, and waited with everyone else to watch season 3b.

The first time I remember this show causing me emotional distress was the dock scene, or, more specifically, the scene wherein Oswald (my favorite character at the time, usurping Ed for the title) was shot and dumped into the river by Edward Nygma (my second favorite at the time). I, for a moment there, was fooled into believing that Oswald was killed. My eyes teared up as I watched the scene play out.

And, a couple days later, I join in on the dock memes™ and laugh along with everyone, trying to make jokes about a previously distressing scene.

I joined the fandom late in my viewing, which helped me to learn of a ship I hadn't fully thought about, Nygmobblepot. So, I didn't fully ship them until season 3. It has effectively become one of my biggest ships in any show I've watched over the years, mostly due to both mister Cory Michael Smith and Robin Lord Taylor (who I had the pleasure of meeting at Detroit Comic Con, and who complemented my hair at the time) being amazing at portraying their relationship.

I started one of my first Instagram accounts before meeting Robin, an account which I dedicated mostly to Gotham and my favorite rogues villains (specifically Ed and Os). Also an account I stopped posting on a while ago, due to my current change of accounts. An account that I made edits on, for Gotham. And they are the only edits I have ever made of the show (as of now).

Through it's ups and frequent downs, I loved Gotham, and will continue to. I'm not leaving my Gotham legacy behind anytime soon.

I started off the show the same way I ended it, emotionally distraught, binge watching, both making fun of and loving Ed Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot and being a sucker for interesting villains. I'm so glad I had this show in my life, to continue my vested interest in the DC universe.

Me meeting Robin:

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fxckmiup · 2 years

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟓 ♤♞☆

A/n: This is part 5 of a Natasha Romanoff mini-series y’all and this mini-series is absolutely inspired by a book called The Stripper (camren) on Wattpad, iykyk.

Genre: ♞ Comfort | ☆ Smut {18+}

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, fingering, stripping, pole dance, Natasha Romanoff because that needs a warning, please let me know if I missed anything.

Pairing: CEO!Natasha x Secretary!Reader

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n was hired to be Natasha Romanoff’s new secretary.

Words: 2,578

Part 4

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Natasha looks up at the clock and reads 3 pm, she gathers all the paperwork that she was looking through and puts it away. She gets up and walks over to her door to lean against the door frame, "Ms. Y/l/n, shall we work on those balance sheets?"

Y/n looks up from the excel file she was investigating and sends a small smile to her boss, "that sounds like a great idea, Ms. Romanoff."

The secretary looks back to her desktop to ensure everything she was working on was saved before locking her screen. She grabs her laptop and the necessary files before getting up to walk over to Natasha. The redhead on the other hand was observing Y/n as she gathered her items, immediately noticing no signs of the younger's most previous panic attack. If Natasha hadn't secretly listened in on Y/n's panic attack she wouldn't have had a clue about it as her new employee successfully bounced back up with no signs of distress.

The two walked into Natasha's office closing the door behind them and they set up their workstation on the coach like the time they looked through the first draft. Natasha grabs her laptop from her table as Y/n spreads out the paper files that they needed to investigate. Y/n settles on the right corner of the couch placing her laptop on the sofa arm, Natasha doing the same on the left side.

Both women fall into a perfect rhythm, finding working alongside each other to be very pleasant. Y/n and Natasha were so deep into their work that they don't notice it get dark outside as hours fly by and their work hours became after hours.

7 o'clock hits and Natasha finally notices the time, "oh god, it's 7 pm!" Y/n takes a quick glance at the time on her laptop, "wow, indeed it is."

"I hope that is okay with you?" Natasha asks the younger woman. "It's totally fine, Ms. Romanoff. Plus, the goal was to get this report done for tomorrow morning."

"And I'm glad to say that it's almost finished," Natasha says with a smile. She gets up and walks over to her coffee machine, "would you like some coffee, Ms. Y/l/n?"

Y/n looks up from her work, "that would be nice, Ms. Romanoff. Although I can make our coffee while you stay seated." Natasha dismisses her immediately, "oh don't be silly, I can make our coffee on my own."

The younger woman nods behind Natasha and watches as the redheaded Russian cuff her sleeve and unbuttons a few buttons of her button-up shirt. Y/n shifts in her seat and quickly looks away cursing herself for staring at her boss. She pushes away the thoughts that came rushing to the front of her brain, not wanting to have inappropriate thoughts about her boss while at work.

After Natasha makes them coffee they easily fall back into their work, pushing to get the report done as efficiently and as accurately as they can. Unbeknownst to the two, a couple more hours go by without them realizing as their focus was on how close they were to finishing their work.

The sound of Natasha's office door opening catches their attention, "Sestra! No wonder you haven't been answering my calls!" Yelena exclaims as she struts into the office and flops on one of the armchairs across the couch.

"Yelena, what the hell are you doing here? I'm still working!" the redhead scolds her younger sister. "I'm bringing over the party duh. Which I'm glad I did, the vibe in this room seems way too serious for my liking."

"Yeah, that's because we're busy working." Yelena rolls her eyes at her older sister's words pulling a low chuckle from Y/n which then catches the younger Russian's attention. "My workaholic sister is enslaving you already? Natasha! She started yesterday and you already got her working overtime?"

"I am not enslaving her. I asked if she was alright with staying, which she informs me that she is," the redhead defends herself. "She's probably saying that because she doesn't want to get fired by you already. Isn't that right?" Yelena shoots the question to Y/n who did not want to be pulled into their banter.

"I'm completely okay with staying after work, Ms. Belova." Y/n answers truthfully.

"Oh please call me Yelena, Ms. Belova makes me sound so old like Natasha."

"Hey!" Y/n's eyes bounce from each one of them like a tennis game. "I am not old and see, I told you I wasn't forcing her to stay."

"Yeah, whatever," Yelena props her legs up on the coffee table. "You're going to be late if we don't leave now, Natasha."

"What are you talking about?" Natasha sends her sister a confused look.

"It's Tuesday night and it's past 10 pm," Y/n watches in amusement as Natasha goes wide-eyed in realization. "Fuck! I'm late, we're late, fuck fuck."

Yelena lets out an amused chuckle while shaking her head. "Ms. Y/l/n, is it okay if you come into the office early tomorrow so we can finish this report before the meeting? I completely forgot about my very important commitment tonight."

"That's no problem at all, Ms. Romanoff," Y/n says sweetly before getting up and gathering all the paperwork that was thrown around the coffee table. "I can have my driver drop you off, Ms. Y/l/n."

"Oh there's no need at all, I don't live too far from here."

"No, I insist. It's late and -" Natasha was cut off with a knock on her door and all three heads in the room snapped towards the sound. The door opens and Y/n's best friend pops in, "hi Ms. Romanoff, I'm sorry to intrude. I just wanted to check if Y/n will be done work anytime soon?"

"Kate Bishop!" Yelena yells excitedly earning a sheepish smile from Kate, "hi Yelena."

"See, now we can't leave. My really great friend Kate Bishop is here," Yelena exclaims standing up and going over to hug Y/n's best friend.

"No, Yelena. We have to go. Ms. Bishop, we are done for the night. I apologize for having Ms. Y/l/n working so late." Kate waves her hand at Natasha before walking over and pulling Y/n with her. Natasha watches the interaction and questions if there was more to their relationship than just being best friends.

"Oh no, that's no problem at all! Yelena, unfortunately, Y/n and I can't stay but I'll make sure to text you later," Yelena nods and hugs Kate goodbye and sends a wave to Y/n.

"I'll see you tomorrow morning, Ms. Romanoff. Have a great night you two," Y/n manages to say before Kate basically yanks her out of the office.

Natasha had exactly twenty minutes to get to her commitment and luckily enough for her the traffic wasn't bad at all, allowing the Russian sisters to get to 'Scarlet Bridge' on time. Natasha pays more than usual tonight to have two men be kicked out of her favourite booth that was close to the stage for her and her sister.

Just as Natasha slides into the booth the lights were lowered and everything goes silent. She made it on time. Her favourite dancer was about to appear and start the performance that she knew was secretly for her.

As if on cue, the beat of the song starts and the lit spotlight were aimed at the center of the stage, where she stood.

Natasha rakes her eyes down her dancer's body, who goes by the name, Ivy Quinn. There on the stage, Ivy stood in a silky red robe that stopped just under her bubble butt, sending the redhead into a frenzy trying to imagine what she had underneath it. Going down Ivy's body, she had a pair of red lacy stockings that stopped on her upper thigh and was attached to a garter belt. To finish off, the dancer wore a pair of red high heels. The outfit that left little to no imagination was paired with her usual black masquerade mask. The mask looked sexy on the mysterious woman, but the longing to rip it off was strong for Natasha from the moment she laid her eyes on her.

Ivy walks slowly and sensually towards the top of the stage with a smirk on her face, meeting Natasha's hungry eyes. The dancer sways her body slowly down to the floor going on her knees as she spreads her legs for the redhead. Natasha watches breathlessly as Ivy bites her lips letting one hand fall behind her to prop her up as her body rolls and humps the air right in front of the green-eyed Russian, having her free hand get lost in her long wavy hair.

Ivy whips her hair around as she brings herself to her hands and knees and she slowly licks her lip keeping her gaze locked with Natasha as she dips her body in an arch to the ground, keeping her plump bouncy butt on perfect display. She looked to be the beautiful, entrancing, mysterious, dangerous woman, she always was. She was the breathtaking goddess that Natasha was addicted to, easily setting the redheaded Russian's body on fire with just a look.

Ivy stands back up winking at Natasha as she walks closer to her and slowly untangles her silk robe. The woman seems to be hypnotizing the Russian as she lets the robe fall from her body revealing what was underneath. The redhead slowly drinks in the red lacy lingerie that Ivy wore for tonight, a colour that the dancer knew was Natasha's favourite. The Russian woman that almost everyone feared was sitting there lost for words as Ivy tosses her red silky robe on Natasha's lap.

The dancer turns around and walks back to the middle of the stage and walks around the silver pole as her eyes rake over the cheering crowd. Everyone watches as Ivy grabs the pole swinging her body around once before she wraps one of her legs around it mid-swing. Natasha swallows her saliva back down her throat at the sight of her dancer's biceps and abs flexing as she continues to swing around the pole.

The moment Ivy was back standing, she quickly bends all the way over making the crowd crazy and not a beat after she whips her head back as she rakes her hand up her legs and over her bare ass cheeks.

Natasha pays no mind to the men throwing dollar bills to the star of the show not daring to take her eyes off the woman who was now grinding on the pole. Natasha's breath gets caught in her throat when her dancer pulls herself upside down the pole spreading her legs wide open to the crowd. Ivy then wraps both her legs on the pole as she slowly slides down onto her back.

Matching to the beat of the music, Ivy goes on her fours lowering her chest to the ground arching her back giving Natasha a front view from behind. The redhead gets up from her seat and tucks a couple of dollar bills into Ivy's g-string and when the dancer glances to see Natasha she couldn't help but roll her hips on the redhead's hand.

Much to everyone's dismay, the music started fading making Ivy get back on her feet and send a wink along with her devilish smile to the crowd as she sensually walk off stage.

As soon as the spotlight fades Natasha makes her way to the VIP section of the club and walks into room 3 without knocking. There she finds Ivy's back facing her who soon turns around at the sound of the door locking.

"I almost thought you weren't going to make it tonight, Natasha," the woman covered with a masquerade mask husks out.

Natasha was engulfed by the vanilla scent of the woman as she walks up to her dancer who was still dressed in her red lingerie, "I wouldn't ever miss your performance for me, Ivy."

Ivy feels the redhead hands on her waist as she watches the pair of green eyes glance down her red lips. "Take that mask off for me, dorogoy."

The dancer only pushes Natasha on the red velvet couch and stands over her, "you might be a powerful business owner Natasha, but you're in my empire now."

Ivy slowly straddles the Russian as her hands immediately unbutton and zip down Natasha's slack as she continues, "meaning, you follow my rules."

Ivy's hand stops all its movement making Natasha meet her gaze, "I need consent baby, is this okay?"

Natasha's heart melts at Ivy asking her for consent, "more than okay." With that Ivy slips her hand under the redhead's underwear, wasting no time as she runs her fingers through the redhead's slit.

"So wet for me, baby," Ivy whispers into Natasha's ear making the redhead let out a guttural moan. Natasha lets out another pornographic moan when she feels two fingers intruding in her throbbing core.

The green-eyed redhead grabs Ivy's butt firmly making the woman on top of her moan as the dancer quickens the pace of her fingers hitting all of Natasha's sweet spots.

"Kiss me," Natasha requests making Ivy falter slightly but she was quick to fix this setback. "Natasha, you know that I don't do kissing," Ivy whispers against her neck as she litters the Russian's skin with her signature red lipstick.

"Only for tonight," Natasha pushes as she arches her back feeling herself near the edge. "A kiss makes it personal," says Ivy before sucking on Natasha's sweet spot as she curls her fingers inside the panting woman beneath her.

"Please," the redhead begs, making her dancer pull back from her neck to look at her. Ivy watches as Natasha quickly approaches her high, struggling to push her fingers in her but her actions never falter nonetheless.

"Please!" Natasha moans loudly as she reaches her high and despite every fibre of Ivy's body yelling at her 'no' she crashes her lips with the Russians. Natasha rides her high on Ivy's fingers as she gets lost in her dancer's plump lips.

Too soon for Natasha's liking, Ivy pulls her fingers out of her before pulling away from the kiss. Natasha stares at her in a dazed as she subconsciously caresses her dancer's hips with her thumb. "That was amazing," Natasha whispers making Ivy smirk.

"When do I get to see your face, Ivy?" Natasha questions. Ivy delicately runs her fingernails down Natasha's chest, sending shivers down the redhead's spine, "my empire, my rules."

And with that, she gets off Natasha's lap and heads to the door. "Till next time, Ms. Romanoff."

Natasha watches as the woman she's been coming to see perform exits the room. Natasha felt as if her body was still on fire but she couldn't help but think how familiar 'Ms. Romanoff' sounded.

Once Ivy closes the door behind her, she felt the nerves she's been pushing down engulf her. She rushes into her dressing room with a panic look on her face. She quickly shuts her door placing her back on it as she rips her mask off of her face.

"What's wrong with you?" her best friend asks.

"Kate, I just kissed Ms. Romanoff."

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promisedneverwrite · 2 years

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Chapter XIII

Bea waited in the front of a burger joint that was really popular around here. Bea hadn't really done any sight seeing but eating out was something she did often. Bea giggled at the double entendre.

A car stopped by her and the driver quickly got out to let the two in the back slide out.

Bea could see the similarities between Poppy and her cousins. Their eyes for one, but there was a lack of the spark Bea liked seeing whenever… wait what.

"Hi! Are you Bea?" Bea blushed at the beauty before her. Dark hair, framing her face and a gentle smile that looked like pop-nope!

Bea brought her hand out to shake but then retracted bowing instead. The girl smirked, doing her own little bow. Bea blushed redder. They really were related if she looked like that.

"Yeah that's me, nice to meet you. Sorry Poppy couldn't make it."

"I'm Hyejin, nice to meet you." Then another voice popped in.

"All is forgiven if we have a lovely tour guide like you." Bea blinked as her hand was taken and a kiss was placed on her knuckles by a boy a bit younger.

"I'm Daehoon, but you can call me yours." Bea was frozen still until Hyejin smacked the back of his head

"Ya! Don't be gross."

"Sorry."

"Miss Hughes." Bea turned to Poppy's driver while the other two bickered in their native tongue.

"Your dog."

Bea looked down and found Beppy deep asleep, small snores coming from his mouth inside her warm jacket.

"Oh that won't be necessary."

"I was instructed that I needed to take him."

"But I don't wanna move him. He's sleeping." Bea frowned, lightly bouncing as she rubbed the lump in her jacket.

"Very well, I shall inform Miss Poppy." Bea nodded as The driver left.

The two were still bickering with Hyejin head locking Daehoon.

"You Brute!"

Bea opened her mouth, but then paused before attempting to speak from memory.

"Do you guys eat?"

The surprise on their faces made Bea laugh.

"Yes! Hungry!" Daehoon slipped out of the headlock as Hyejin was taken aback by her.

"Wow, you can speak korean" Bea waved her hands awkwardly in front of her.

"Oof no, I'm rusty. I only remember basic things."

Bea felt a little rustle in her jacket, Beppy's little head popping up and out then hiding back inside as the cold air hit his face.

"A dog!"

Safe to say, Bea thought this would be an interesting experience as she led them inside the Shake Shack.

Poppy hadn’t gotten any texts since she left for this impromptu family gathering and it’s been hours. So while her fake cousins were getting drunk at Club Malibu, Poppy sat in the VIP area texting her cousins

Are you guys alright?

Poppy waited a bit, biting her lip nervously as she waited. When she got a text back

Daehoon 🐵: America is so fun!

Where are you guys?

Hyejin Unnie 💕: Karaoke bar!

Daehoon 🐵: This pretty older sister you gave us is really fun!

Hyejij Unnie 💕: Girl crush, she’s my style 😍

Poppy didn't see how her eyebrows furrowed as she read her cousin's text.

I’m almost done here so text me if you leave or anything

Hyejin Unnie 💕: Okay!

Poppy checked her socials finding her cousin's pictagram story seeing them taking pictures at a restaurant she was unfamiliar with. They looked happy though, with the way they looked at the camera while eating, like it was the holy grail of burgers.

It looked good though and it was making her a bit hungry, while she already had dinner with Atlanta shores, the serving size was like a spoonful. So she wasn't satisfied.

Poppy kept clicking through the story when the end reached the Karaoke bar. Poppy squinted her eyes at the dark but colorfully lit lights in the video. Daehoon was holding the camera singing, and then she heard the most horrible sound.

An off-key and ear screeching horrible sound that came from the mouth of Bea Hughes.

“I told her not to be an embarrassment.” Without a second thought Poppy got up and left driving to the location of where the karaoke bar was. She called Albert to pick up the abandoned sheep and bring them back to their hotel.

Bea was a bit rusty on her Korean, having no one to practice with but she got back into the flow a bit once the ball got rolling.

Hyejin would correct her gently when she got something wrong, and Daehoon would give her the new lingo or a more informal way of saying things, now that they were friends.

Bea was now at a Karaoke bar singing along to the songs with them.

Bea learned Daehoon was a few months younger than her and Hyejin, her senior. They got along pretty well in her opinion, they were excited to try the food. Something she could relate to being relatively new to the place.

Hyejin was comfortably affectionate with her as they drank and ate during the singing. Daehoon was always using some sort of pick up lines only to get shut down by Hyejin who called dibs. Bea chuckled at the duo as they argued over the next song.

They had been understanding that she had a passenger with her and Beppy was just excited to see other people and food when he smelled it.

They had snuck him into the establishment and gotten him a cheat meal. He was knocked out in Bea’s jacket on the couch, the loud music blocked by the thick material.

It was all a spur of the moment thing really. But Bea wasn't really expecting Poppy so soon as she barged into their private room and their eyes met.

“Poppy! You’re here!” Daehoon got up and went to hug her as Hyejin got up too to hug her.

“You’re late.” Poppy snapped her attention to them and smiled, hugging them back.

“Sorry.” Hyejin ushered her to the couch with the table.

“Come eat, there’s still food here.” Daehoon sat next to Bea throwing an arm over her shoulder.

“You know, I think we would have not had as much fun with you as a tour guide noona.” Hyejin smacked daehoon's arm as he chuckled.

Poppy gave Daehoon a weak glare but turned to Bea who only smiled.

“You didn't tell us she knew Korean.” Poppy’s eyes widened a bit at what Daehoon said, her eyebrow raising.

"She's never mentioned it."

Poppy pursed her lips at the new fact, a mischievous twinkle appearing in her eyes.

Bea chuckled nervously and looked away and Poppy smirked. Daehoon waved his hands between them trying to block them from each other.

“Ya! She’s mine!”

The night ended with Poppy dropping off her cousins to their hotel she booked for them. Bea tagged along because they insisted that Poppy drive her home as thanks.

“Bea, dream of me.” Hyejin smacked Daehoon before going to hug Poppy. Bea only chuckled first bumping his hand and Daehoon looked at his fist sadly.

"Ah is this the american friend-zone." Hyejin and Poppy rolled their eyes at him. And Bea really saw the similarities then.

“Drive safe, we’ll meet up tomorrow for brunch.” Poppy rubbed her back smiling.

“Yeah text me, I’ll come pick you guys up.”

“Bye Bea.” Bea waved blushing at the wink and kiss blown her way cradling Beppy who was still asleep.

“Have a good night Hyejin Unnie, Daehoon.”

They both waited for Poppy's cousins to get inside their hotel before getting back in Poppy’s car.

There was silence for a while, both of them thinking about the events that recently happened. Then Poppy spoke.

“I thought you were going to bail on me.”

“And leave your cousins to fend for themselves? You're wack.”

Poppy huffed as she drove eyes still on the road, no place in particular in mind.

"So how did your play-date with the billionaire babies go?" Poppy snorted.

"It was as agonizingly bland as I predicted."

“Couldn’t you have said no.”

“No.”

“See just like that.” Poppy rolled her eyes, giving Bea's amused face a side glare.

“My dad doesn’t take no for an answer, they’re co-partners to dad’s sister company in Atlanta.” Bea absently pet Beppy as he slept in her lap.

“So where are they now?”

“Probably neck deep in a toilet throwing up their childhood trauma and past regrets. I don’t care.” Bea chuckled.

“I take it you aren't as close.” Poppy shook her head glancing to the rearview mirror as she merged lanes.

“We are practically just business partners, they come by when it's convenient for them, they don’t even bother a heads up!” Bea watched Poppy’s knuckles turn white as she gripped the steering wheel. Yikes.

“Must be frustrating.”

“It is! And they’re staying for thanksgiving break.”

“Ditch ‘em.”

“I can’t, I’m Poppy Min-Sinclair. I have an image to uphold.” Bea booed her which got her a weak punch to her shoulder.

“Yeah and being seen with your cousins goofing off at the club will do just that won’t it Pop?”

"I didn't 'goof' anything, they only made themselves more obvious as incapable of keeping their image up."

Poppy hummed, she would have her team come up with something. Maybe it would make them run back home with tails between their legs.

“What are you plotting?” Poppy smirked.

“You just gave me an idea.” Bea gave her a wary look.

“It’s not murder is it?” Poppy didn’t respond and only smiled. Then a ferocious whale sound interrupted.

“What the hell was that Farmsville?”

“Sorry.” Bea felt her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“Didn’t we just eat?”

“I have a fast metabolism, I get hungry easily.” Poppy sighed then dialed a phone number, the phone ringing on the bluetooth.

“Hello, how may I help you?”

“Can I have an order of egg fried rice, grilled intestines, grilled pork, chicken dumplings, and-” Poppy turned to her.

“Do you want anything else?”

“Beer and soju.” Poppy let out a laugh. And Bea's heart liked the sound, as it thumped a bit faster.

“You are going to get fucked up Farmsville.” Bea just grinned.

“Your order will be ready for pick up in 20 minutes.”

“Okay, thank you.” Poppy ended the call making a u turn towards the place. “By the way, this is for me not you.” Bea gave her a betrayed look.

“Aw don’t be like that Pop, I helped your cousins out.”

“So you were looking for a reward?”

“No, but I thought of the goodness of that big heart of yours you'd at least share.”

Poppy snorts at the flattery. She'd allow the weird feeling to take its course in her body from the compliment. But only this time.

#queen b #poppy min sinclair #bea hughes #poppy x mc

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athenamariee · 2 years

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The Industry

Hello! It’s me, your friendly gayborhood OT5/camren stan! This post contains some sensitive content so be aware and enjoy me bashing the music industry :) (feel free to comment or reblog if you want to because i love to see what you would like to add on)

The music industry is shitty as we know, but do you really know how shitty the music industry is towards women? Teenagers? People with mental health issues? Well I'm going to tell you using the band, Fifth Harmony, as an example.

When the girls first started on the X-Factor, they were 15 (2), 16 (2) and 19 (1). They were thrown into stardom when they first auditioned for the show and they were definitely not ready for it. The girls were told that they were not good enough and worked 3x as hard as anyone else on that show. They eventually made it to the semi finals and placed third overall. From what we know, SYCO records and Epic records signed them to both labels. It is important to know that both men who are/were in charge of the labels (The Devil and L.A. Reid) have been accused of s*xual harassment by people who have worked with/for them. I want to talk about a few things when it comes to being signed to a record label.

1. They do not care how young you are, as long as you’re making money for them, they will treat you like absolute shit. This is seen in the audio recording when Lauren is talking to ally telling her thay they are treated like literal slaves and have seen nothing from it but stress and anxiety. Camila also goes on to say that they worked them to the extreme and receive nothing from it. As we all know, this is true. They worked the girls so hard that Camila has been hospitalized multiple times because of them not having enough time to rest and relax. She had to miss shows so that she could properly rest. She also sings while she is sick more times than not because she doesn’t want to disappoint the fans. Lauren suffered from a deep depression and she turned to substances to help cope with that. Ally also turned to alcohol because she was suffering from a deep depression. She also talks about how a producer s*xually assaulted her very early on in the group. These things just slide when in the industry because men are creepy and they don't know what basic human fucking decency is. The industry is built off of old rich white men and young girls which is gross. Also the fact that they would spend 20+ hours filming videos and/or recording music in one day is absolute abuse. They were young teenagers working 20+ hours in a day?! Who said that that was okay??? They were dealing with not only regular exhaustion, but tour exhaustion (time zones), jet lag, constant rehearsals, constant interviews, being in the studio all day and being away from their families for long periods of time. Keep in mind, they went on a tour EVERY YEAR FOR 6 YEARS! To say that they were overworked and underpaid is a HUGE understatement and they deserve their fucking flowers asap.

2. I want to talk about the cyberbullying that went on towards this group. These girls (especially Camila) were all bullied while on the show and to this day. This was harmful because of the long term effects. Ally was insecure about the fact that she had broad shoulders because someone called her a fucking refrigerator. Lauren was called fat on multiple occasions along with things like a s*ut, a brat, a bitch, a whale and she was only 13 when this started because she had been cyberbullied before but it came 10x worse when she was in the group. They made so many comments about her body that she had lost a lot of weight and you could see her collar bones. The racism that Normani received was absolutely unacceptable. The fact that Camila was straight up blocking people who said anything negative about Normani without hesitation, supporter or not, says a lot about her character and her friendship with Normani. They actually were a sisterhood and the media wants us to think that they aren’t when we all know that it was the very opposite.

3. Let's talk about the way that the girls were oversexualized and the reflection album and tour started the oversexualization of the girls. With songs like ‘Like Mariah’, ‘Body Rock’, and ‘Worth It’, the ‘REFLECTION’ album came out in January 2015. Camila and Dinah were only 17 when this song was released, making them 16 when this song was recorded and mixed. If they were 16 when this song was recorded, that means that Normani and Lauren were 17 when the song was recorded making 4/5 of the members minors when this song was recorded. They waited until Camila turned 18 to record the music video for the song making Dinah the only minor in the music video which is still kind of unsettling to me but I digress. On the tour, they were made to wear very skimpy outfits and start twerking on stage. They were super young and had very young fans which kind of makes it worse. This didn’t stop into the next album, it just got worse and eventually, Camila got tired of how they were oversexualizing her and she left the group. This was completely valid and I do not blame her for wanting to go.

4. No creative freedom was given. As Lauren has stated before, she is an artist. She writes her own music and helps with production because it's her art. Funnily enough, 2 other girls in the group write and produce their own music while the other two only write I believe. All of the girls in this group are fucking artists. They all create art and they are not just manufactured like a lot of people say they are. These girls had no say in what they sang, wore, worked with, how many hours they were in the studio and who had what parts in the songs they were given. They just had to work and make money. They were the sole providers for their families and if they weren’t making money, they were screwed. They were also under a very strict contract and as much as they wanted the freedom to write and collaborate, they were never going to get it. Camila knew she would never be an artist in the group and that she would only be seen as a popstar. But imagine if they actually had the creative freedom to do what they wanted from the start. We would have so much content from them, so many bangers, probably a visual album or two and so many good music videos. We see the way that the girls are when they have complete and total creative freedom. It’s absolutely amazing and we get such good content from them nowadays. I would love to see them colab on an album together after they all leave their labels. I feel like it would be absolutely insane and I’d live for it honestly. I would also live for a tell all but Lauren said that that was way in the future so we have to wait.

5. Abusive PR stunts. Now as we all know, Lauren and Camila have had their fair share of PR stunts. These first started in 2014 and they still go on to this day. The first relationship being when Camila dated (I’m using the term dating very, very loosely here) Austin Mahone, A.K.A dorito boy. At the same time, Lauren dated Brad Simpson from the Vamps who eventually outed her with the song ‘I Found A Girl’ and talked about her with the rest of the boy band about how he basically looked at her like she was a piece of meat. Lauren was officially outed when the pictures of her and Lucy (with her irrelevant ass) got exposed by Perez Hilton (fuck you you asshole you can rot in the depths of hell for all I care) and it got exposed that they had already been dating for a year when those photos were leaked. Camila ended up with Matthew Hussey (who is 10 years older than her) and then ended up with the one and only king of yogurt which just recently ended (thank fucking god his face isn’t all over my timeline anymore. His fans are more melodramatic than anything on this planet). From 2017-2019, Lauren was dating the druggie Ty Dolla Sign (his neck tattoo is kinda stupid ngl) and he also helped Laurens addictions grow into something horrible. Not to mention, he is 14 years older than Lauren which is really fucking creepy and should have never happened. They definitely need their asses kicked and Ty needs to go to jail. Again.

6. Their mental, physical and emotional health were not taken seriously. As I have previously mentioned, Camila had been hospitalized due to her body being overworked. This and the fact that in a few interviews and on stage the girls had been seen crying gives us a tiny hint that this lifestyle was emotionally overwhelming and they were not taken seriously. Another thing is that the girls all suffer from mental illnesses. Camila has ADHD, anxiety, depression and OCD. This is hard to deal with on your own but it's harder to deal with while touring and shit. Lauren has anxiety and depression while also having self esteem issues from all of the online bullying. Both have had issues with alcohol and Lauren smokes to ease the anxiety and just let go.

7. Homophobia in the industry. We all know that lauren is queer and after she left the group, she was kind of hindered in the way she made music. We also know tha Camila is queer but if she came out it would ruin every PR relationship storyline that she’s had an it would prove that every camren, caliee, and caylor shipper was right to ship her wiith women. Dinah is also queer and if she came out it would most likely break the internet. Normani is also queer but she can’t come out due to contract conditions. If the homophobia in the industry wasn’t so ramped, we would have all of these queens to ourselves.

All of these things are very important in the industry and we need to dismantle the industry and rebuild it from the ground up. This shit has gotta stop and it is up to us to fix it because we are the ones inheriting the industry next. I want some of you guys to think about going into management, PR, music law, tour management, production and so many other jobs to help dismantle the misogynistic, homophobic, shithole of an industry and have artists treated like they are actual human beings because that truly is what they are and they deserve to get treated as such.

As always, with much love

~Athena

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fa-by · 3 years

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Hellooo babies and dear Anons 👋🏼🤗 Welcome to a new ‘Q&A’ post. Enjoy 🙃

Here, dear Anon. I spoke and gave my interpretation of Find U Again here: https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/648195009382842368/2-%C9%9F (sixth question).

Here, dear Anon. I talked about Michael Clifford here: https://fa-by.tumblr.com/post/648194217526640640/%C9%9F (Point n° 2).

Nope and nope, dear Anon. Camila was in a relationship before they got together. May I advise you to listen to their songs with a little more attention, dear?

They were certainly more distant, dear Anon. As for the not speaking, it was a bit impossible not to do it work-wise speaking, but they certainly didn't talk about them and their situation. Not until Laur finally got her head out of her ass.

1) Of course I do, dear Anon. 2) She didn't hide it very well as you say. 3) Yes, because Lauren, but also Camila, are anything but subtle when they're jealous.

Thank you so much, dear Anon 🤗 and forgive me, but I don't think I understood what you mean. Do you mean if they were angry at each other? Because if they were angry at each other, then I don't think they shared a room 🤷🏻‍♀‍

Hiii to you too, baby CS 👋🏼😄 Lauren created her Tumblr at 14, so, no, I'm sorry, dear. It has nothing to do with Camila.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 When they stopped communicating again. It became painful when they stopped sharing with each other moments, situations, feelings, desires, opinions, fears, and everything that is enclosed in communication. But this happened after their first breakup. Their real first breakup lasted very little and led to their rings, dear. Sooo.

No, dear Anon, they weren't fighting. That was a soundcheck, not the concert. Can't you see they didn't have their white stage costumes? Can't you see they were all lazily rehearsing the steps? And then, I'm sorry, dear, but have you ever seen Camila angry? Does it look like she's angry here?

That's just Mila being Mila, dear Anon 🤣

No, dear Anon. That rumor was created as soon as the video of Camila singing the ‘The Hills/Crazy in Love’ mashup cover came out on July 3, 2015. It's just that. A cover like many others she's done. Mila at the time still didn't have the possibility and the access to record in a professional studio outside of 5H, so let alone if she could write and sell a song. And another proof I can give you about this is the fact that she hadn't even written I Know What You Did Last Summer yet. Camila, Ally, and Troy (Ally's ex-boyfriend) went to Taylor's ‘1989 Tour’ concert on July 10, 2015 (Shiseido was one of the opening acts, and that was the day ‘they wrote’, sure, Jane, a part of IKWDLS backstage). Exactly 7 days after that video. So, dear Anon, my answer is no. I don't believe at all in the possibility that it happened.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 Yes, I read it, and no, dear. The story was written in 2014, so even though we can find coincidences today, it means absolutely nothing. They're just that: coincidences. The girl who wrote it, Jazmin, is from Germany, and that alone should make you realize she's not an insider. She's just a really talented and brilliant girl who has been able to write stories like Do I Wanna Know, CC7, and LJ10.

Of course I've seen/heard that video, dear Anon. I also talked about it in my last post, about the kiss more specifically. And to answer your questions:

1) neither. You can hear someone say: “This is weird. I missed you so much”. And honestly? I find this part of the audio so incredibly strange. You wanna know why? Because the video starts with screaming fans, right? One of them even screaming Lauren’s name. Then there's this sentence said at the same time as the kiss. That alone proves they didn't say it, but that’s not even what makes that sentence weird for me. It's the fact that I believe it was inserted into the video. I mean, I can't hear what Lucy and Nando are saying who are much closer to the camera than Camren, but I can clearly hear this sentence which is should supposedly have been said by one of them in a low voice from inside the van? Like, whaaaat? Come on, now. Look and listen for yourself if you don't believe me: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OAZS1QhEgoU.

2) Surprised by what? And why are you so sure they slept together?

I hope you're having a good day too, dear Anon.

Hello to you too, dear Anon 👋🏼😄 To me, Camila explains in a brilliantly sarcastic and sassy way, how she doesn't need a guy. Like “Cinderella never asked for a prince”, in this case, her.

If you think about it, all Disney princesses are beautiful, well-dressed, thin, with long hair, often naïve, and especially in the first movies, white. And all of them always follow the same basic model: they wait for the intervention of prince charming to solve the problems of their existence. Disney has luckily evolved over the years, but do you realize that they’ve made us grow up with the idea that to save us from our troubles and to change our lives, will be the encounter with ‘the right man’? That finding the love of one's life is the goal for a woman, and that beauty is the means to conquer it?

Disney movies, undoubtedly, convey a lot of positive messages. They can spur us on to being altruistic and optimistic, to commit ourselves to what we do, to try to change our own destiny, etc., etc. But they also have negative aspects and messages like, indeed, a Cinderella. The poor and beautiful maid, forced to work as a scullery maid by her stepmother and evil stepsisters, envious of her beauty. An unhappy housewife who doesn’t lift a finger to change the bad situation she’s in. And what's the only way her life changes? When the handsome and rich prince she met for only five minutes, marries her. I mean, what? Sis, you danced for a couple of hours at a party with him! You basically know nothing about him, but you marry him? Okay...

Disney animated movies are rites of passage, and although it may not seem from what I said, I really love animated movies. Although they have messages that may or may not adversely affect, they're also beautiful and fun. I grew up seeing them, and I am who I am today. I watched the videotapes every day and knew them all by heart. But then growing up, I realized that not everything they show is right. So, I advise you, dear Anon, and whoever is reading this, if you have a little sister, a little cousin, or are dealing with little girls, please, explain the differences to them as you watch those movies with them. Explain to them that beauty isn't everything. Explain to them that they don't need to be blonde and blue-eyed like Cinderella. Because they are and will be beautiful as they are, and that especially when they're older, this will not have to become a requirement to be socially accepted.

But anyway. Sorry if I dwelt, dear Anon 😅 I believe Camila used this song as her own unique way to dispel the stereotype of the classic Disney princess. Sentences like “She said ‘a dream is a wish your heart makes’, and he's a sad reality”, “Us twenty first century girls need chivalry too”, and “I'm still a damn princess to you” make us understand this. She didn't need a guy, and that's all the song stands for. Hope you have a good day too, dear 😊

🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍🤸🏻‍♀‍

Aaand I'm done 😛 I hope I was helpful in this case too 🙃 Thank you all for your asks and as usual, know that I'm available for those who have questions, so feel free to ask 😊

Always remember to be kind, to others and to yourselves. Be a good example. Be patient. Be safe and take care of yourselves. Don't let our ship sink. Keep shipping them, but please respectfully 🙏🏼 Sending you virtual love and hugs 🤗🤗🤗 I love you, babies. Always with love, F ❤️

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13uswntimagines · 4 years

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Ice Cream and a Baby (Pregnant!Emily x Reader)

Request: pregnant sonnett and goes into labor prematurely while reader is at camp and reader rushes to be with sonnett

Author’s Note: So I have to thank @literaryhedgehog for helping me out with this one! I hope you enjoy! Hit me up with comments, requests or if you just wanna say HI!

You groaned settling onto the wooden bench. You were freaking exhausted. Between your wife Emily’s 2 am pregnancy cravings and Vlatko’s new workout routine, you were 99% sure that the universe was trying to kill you. You just hoped that in a month when your little tater tot was born, things would settle down a little bit.

Lindsey settled on the bench next to you, giving your shoulder a comforting pat, and trying not to laugh at your obvious exhaustion. While you were usually pretty good at corralling her best friend, the past 8 months of negotiating with Emily’s hormones was wearing down your resolve to say no.

You groaned as your phone began to ring in your bag and you slumped down, digging through the messy duffle in an attempt to find the offending device. If this was another stupid craving call, you didn’t know what you would do.

“Hey babe, what’s up?” You answered the device when you found it, biting your lip.

“It’s an emergency.” Your wife’s voice sounded panicked through the phone, and you kept to your feet despite your legs feeling like Jello.

“What’s happening, are you hurt? Do I need the baby bag?” You asked frantically, searching for your regular shoes in the bag.

“No, it’s worse. We’re out of ice cream but I can’t go to the store. Can you grab some for me?” She asked, her voice muffled slightly by what you assumed was a spoon in her mouth. You froze, your eyebrows furrowing as you settled back into the bench, rubbing your eyes.

“Em, I can’t miss another practice. Mark will kill me.” You tried to reason. Ever since Emily had to stop practicing with the thorns, it seemed that every time you were at practice, she needed something. Mark had even threatened to bench you for your repeated attendance infractions. He understood that your wife needed you, but some of the reasons you left were kind of ridiculous. Emily was pregnant, not helpless.

“Mark will understand that your pregnant wife needs you right now!” She growled through the phone.

“Why can’t you pick it up yourself babe? We live like two blocks from the supermarket that has the Ben and Jerry’s you like,” you sighed, resting your forehead in your hand. Lindsey patted your back sympathetically, smirking at your predicament. You sent her a glare. There was nothing funny about this. It was a lose-lose situation for you. If you left, Mark would be pissed, and if you didn’t then Emily would be pissed. When did your career and the love of your life become mutually exclusive?

“My stomach hurts and I need you to get up off your ass and get me my ice cream,” She growled through the phone, and you could practically see her stomping her foot in your mind's eye.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head slightly. God, you loved this very silly woman. “You know, maybe the three pints of ice cream that were in the fridge yesterday have something do with your stomach pain.” You snarked back.

“That’s just mean and I’m pretty sure that the stomach pain is more to do with the contractions. But I need ice cream now!” She whined and your eyes widened, the phone nearly slipping through your fingers in shock.

“CONTRACTIONS?” You yelled, clutching the phone tighter, as Lindsey straightened beside you, elbowing Tobin. The entire locker room went silent.

“Yes, that’s what I just said. Fuck fuck son of a … alright, it’s gone. Now the ice cream, I don’t want any of that low sugar crap you tried to sneak in last time. Here. I want the-'' She winced over the phone. Lindsey rubbed your back as your face contorted in pain, and you attempted to get your breathing under control. You had to be calm, or else you wouldn’t be able to get any information out of Emily, and then she would freak out and that would be bad.

“Em baby, back up. Did you time the contraction,” you said softly, rubbing your eyes with your hand and resting your forehead in your palm.

“Not actively, but they’re about 7 minutes apart, why?” She mumbled worriedly into the phone. And you took a deep breath. 7 minutes apart wasn’t too bad, it meant you still had time to get to her and then to the hospital. You hurriedly began to put your shoes on, pinning the phone to your ear with your shoulder.

“How many seconds did it last?” You asked quietly into the phone, gesturing for Lindsey to throw your cleats into your bag.

“This isn’t important, what’s important is that you get me the right flavor of my Ben and Jerry’s,” Emily huffed, annoyed that you kept trying to change the subject. It was too early for the baby to come, so what mattered was that you got her the ice cream she wanted. Hadn’t you ever heard the saying happy wife happy life?

“Just… humor me, please?” You pleaded into the phone, pulling on your Thorns Jacket. You needed to know just how many speed laws you had to break to get to your wife in time. You just hoped it was less than 20 seconds.

“You know I love it when you beg,” She moaned into the phone, her voice dropping an octave, and you rolled your eyes. This was not the time for sexy things (Emily had been insatiable for nearly her entire pregnancy).

“Not the time Em,” you grumbled.

She sobered after your serious tone. If this was important to you, then it was important to her. “Do you want me to put you on speaker so you can time the next one?” She asked you softly.

“Yes, is it coming already?” You murmured back, putting your phone on speaker so you could time it.

“Yes,” She said through gritted teeth and you started the time. You encouraged her as much as you could, standing frozen in the middle of the locker room, watching the seconds tick by. You heard her breath a sigh of relief at 40 seconds, and you knew it was over.

Your eyes were wide as you stared at the phone, stuck in a trance.

“Holy shit,” You said breathlessly, you were about to be a mother. Tobin snapped a finger in front of your face, pulling you out of your daze, and handing you your car keys. Now was not the time for an existential crisis.

“When did you notice you were having contractions?” You questioned as you waved at the girls (who gave you various thumbs-ups) as you rushed out of the locker room.

“A couple of hours ago, but I thought it was Braxton Hicks or whatever. The baby’s still not due for another six weeks,” She shrugged, a worried edge taking over her tone. You raced to the car, settling in and thanking god that you had Bluetooth so you didn’t have to hang up.

She heard the door close and the car start in the background, and your heavy breathing.

“Has anything else happened,” You urged, revving the engine.

“Well…” She said hesitantly, and you felt yourself pressing the pedal down harder, to get to her faster.

“Emily,” You scolded sternly, almost like you were talking to a child. You could practically see her biting her lip.

“I’m pretty sure my water just broke,” She hummed guiltily, and had you not been driving, you’re fairly certain that you would have headbutted the steaming wheel.

“Pretty sure?” You quirked your eyebrow up. Who could one not know if their water broke? God, you need to get to her before your little superstar decided she didn’t want to wait anymore.

“You know this kid has been playing soccer on my bladder for the last 3 months,” Emily rolled her eyes at you. You were the panicky one during the pregnancy, which was ridiculous considering she was the one growing the tiny human. The tiny human who couldn’t seem to sit still.

“I know babe, I’m almost there,” Your voice was suddenly calm as you shoved your feelings down -- you needed to be the level headed one, because you were sure that panic would only make the labor go faster, and you didn’t want that.

“Make sure you bring the ice cream,” Emily demanded something that sounded like a spoon clinking in the background.

“Emily Anne Sonnett-y/n, you’re in active labor, I’m not stopping to get you ice cream,” You growled sternly. You were racing to not miss welcoming your daughter into the world, the last thing that the three of you needed was for you to miss her birth because You had to stop for an unnecessary frozen treat.

“Y/n” She hissed sternly and you winced at the tone. But you had to remain firm. You were about to become a mother and there were too many things that could go wrong if you waited to get to her for too long.

“If you have to have a C-section you’re not supposed to eat,” You tried to reason, stepping in the gas and trying to your very crazy wife faster.

“If you want to be alive for the birth of your child, you will show up with 3 pints of the good ice cream,” She retorted, and you sighed as you turned into the store parking lot down the road from your house. This woman was going to be the death of you.

****

You stood in the hospital room with a little pink bundle cuddled up in your arms. A little pink bundle that was only an hour old, and holding onto your finger like her little life depended on it.

Your eyes traced her perfect nose and rosy cheeks that reminded you so much of Emily.

Camren Elizabeth Sonnett-y/n had come into the world screaming merely two hours after Emily had called you with her ice cream emergency. And she had immediately stolen your heart just like her mommy had.

“You’re so beautiful, yes you are. Your Mommy did such a good job,” You whispered, placing a very careful kiss on your daughter's forehead, taking in her baby scent.

“She gets all her good looks from you,” Emily said through a mouthful of Ben and Jerry’s brownie batter core ice cream.

You sent her an indulgent smile, winking at her. “Hmm, that’s debatable,” you mumbled, returning your attention to your daughter who had let out a little squeak when she realized you weren’t paying attention to her. You cooed down at her, your eyes shining with the amount of love you had for this tiny being.

“See this moment would have sucked without ice cream,” Emily laughed and you sent her a withering look. Her stupid ice cream had made you break about a dozen traffic laws and almost made you have to deliver your baby in the back seat of your car.

“Whatever you say, babe,” You rolled your eyes good-naturedly at your wife, brushing your fingers across your daughter’s puffy cheeks.

“Hey ladies, I believe there are some very excited aunts out here,” The doctor interrupted, knocking on the door. You were fairly surprised that the doctors and nursing staff had kept them at bay for as long as they did. You sent a concerned look to your wife. She was the one who had just pushed a tiny human out of her body, so she was the one who got to decide if you were accepting visitors. She nodded in your direction, and you in turn nodded to the doctor.

“Send in the crazies,”

#uswnt imagine #uswnt x reader #uswnt imagines #emily sonnett x reader #emily sonnett imagine #literalhedgehog

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gothambatandcat · 3 years

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[Camren Bicondova] I miss the smell of freshly cut wood from the creation of sets being either made or broken down. I miss the sound of a voice saying, “rolling,” “action,” and “cut.” I miss trying on the final outfit for the first time; I miss falling asleep in the makeup chair; I miss getting stabbed with bobby pins in the hair chair. I miss having to learn a new skill on the spot—or an entire choreographic stunt. I miss being nervous over whether I’ll memorize the correct lines; I miss tip-toeing past quiet faces when I’m not supposed to, just to get a snack. I miss listening to and making jokes with crew members between takes; I miss secretly farting before a very serious scene. I even miss trying to talk with numb cheeks in the blistering NY winters. I miss the long hours and the salty food. I miss learning from so many people every day. That’s all. Thank you, Turner, for teaching me how to crack a whip in just 45 minutes. Felt like a badath.

#Gotham #Behind The Scenes #Camren Bicondova #Selina Kyle #BTS

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harryissuchalittleshit · 3 years

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I'd love some head canons about Harry and Ginny with their grandkids.

In order of oldest to youngest:

Collin & Jason:

The oldest pair!

They like to fly, so Harry and Ginny take them out when they’re younger

Collin and Jason are never without the other if they can help it

Collin likes the summers they spend with Harry and Ginny best, he loves being part of the Potter collective

Jason “runs away” to Harry and Ginny’s more than anywhere else, but especially after his parents divorce

I just see a lot of long summer nights with the pair of them trying to be quiet while giggling and joking and keeping Harry and Ginny awake

(And Harry and Ginny just happy to have them both in their life)

Alyssa, Cassandra, and Josey:

Aly and Cassi love to explore the back garden and spend time with Harry and Ginny

Josey just feels nervous the first time she’s invited to stay the night

Aly and Cassi are the ones to get Josey to open up a bit, she’s a lot like Al and their used to asking him invasive questions

Aly and Cassi hang off of Ginny, but Josey is content with watching, content being on the sidelines with Harry

The very first time it’s just her over at Harry and Ginny’s, she doesn’t know if she’s enough for them

She’s not close to her other grandparents, but Harry makes sure to make her feel welcomed

When all three of them graduate, they spend at least a month at Harry and Ginny’s

Cassi leaves first to move in with her boyfriend, Aly next to be closer to St. Mungo’s, and finally Josey when she finally feels like it’s the right time to go

It makes Harry and Ginny miss having a full home

Cecilia:

It’s not summer without her grandparents

Ginny teaches her to fly, but she has more fun going out with Harry

They alway take her places, they know she has a great sense of adventure and they like to support it

She’s a lot like Al, just a little less than Al when he was a teenager

Micheal Harry:

If he’s not at home or school, he’s at Harry and Ginny’s

Lots of homework, lots of time spent at the kitchen table

He has a lot of fun with them, but they also almost feel like a second set of parents

Kerrie & Hallie:

They’re both quite young when their parents get divorced, so they fall into being friends quickly

Kerrie loves Harry and Ginny, but she notices how hard it is for Hallie to be relaxed around Harry and Ginny

She makes Harry tell them the “good” stories

It turns out fighting a troll at eleven and breaking out of Gringotts on a real dragon are very entertaining for two six year olds

Hallie quickly figures out how to bring out Harry’s more silly side and they really get along because of it, she’s also a seeker like him and they have a lot of fun flying together

Kerrie brings out the girly side of Ginny and it’s Ginny who helps teach the girls how to apply makeup and helps them figure out their sense of style

Hallie refuses to accept a time in her life without Harry and Ginny as her grandparents

Stephan:

Just like Michael, if he isn’t at home or school, he’s at Harry and Ginny’s

He pulls away a bit when he gets older, but quickly surges back when he starts dating Ami

He was more nervous telling them about Ami than his parents

He always feels at peace in their home, mostly because Harry and Ginny never pressure him to do anything, they just ask

Michael Anthony & Henry:

They’re used to being passed around

But summers are made for Godric’s Hallow

Hours spent playing Quidditch and running through the fields and late night stories shared over cups of tea

Like their older brothers, there’s lots of late night giggling and friendship made in a shared bedroom

Being away from their parents just works for them and brings them closer

They remind Ginny a bit of herself and Ron when they were kids

In the best and most perfect way!

Hazel:

They just spoil her

When she’s older and Katie comes back into her life, Harry is the one to tell her that it’s up to her to decide

And Ginny reminds her that she’s allowed to say no at any moment

Their opinion means sooo much to her and she takes all of their advice very seriously

Katie brings up such a difficult time in her life that she can barely remember, but she’ll always know Harry and Ginny

Lilliana & Alena:

The sweet baby Hufflepuffs!! They were born 28 days apart!

Because it’s been so long since James and Marci or Lily and Ryan had a newborn, they take turns stepping in and helping out

The pair of them are cuddle buddies and they being out such a soft side in Harry

Ginny just adores them and they make her laugh so much when they get older

They always write joint letters to Harry and Ginny when they’re in school and they over share

They go to Harry for dating advice, because boys are weird and confusing

But then immediately realize they went to the wrong person and ask Ginny

Erinn:

She’s so smart

She loves to visit Ginny at the Prophet offices when Marci brings her in

She reads every article Ginny writes when she’s older and learns so much from her

Ginny is the first person she tells when she gets on the school paper and later with Witch Weekly

She just feels close to Ginny when she writes and that never changes

Camren:

He loves Quidditch

He spends a lot of time going to games with Ginny because he’ll just sit and watch with her

He’s always talking about flying and Harry was the one to buy him his first toy broom and real broom

They would take him out flying as a newborn and he loved it

He’s the absolute baby of all their grandchildren and they just adore him

#head canons #harry potter #james sirius potter #lily luna potter #albus potter #albus severus potter #al potter #potter children #family #ginny weasley #grandchildren #ask game

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stuckinapatriarchalbullshitland · 3 years

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Hello my dear stuck. I pray you are doing ok. What did I miss. Did something happened that your inbox got attacked like this? I hope this camren fansom don't become like the other fandoms. Can we stay united please. And please don't pay attention to Twitter stands. Because that place is full with people who will say and do anything for clout, for that couple of hours or days attention. That's why you see viral tweets everyday. Also lets not let the managements win by playing their game. ❤

Hello dear anon. The truth is that I suppose that some people do not understand when I have said what I like and do not like to share on my blog and when I answer already tired on the same topic over and over again, they say that I am rude. These are people who don't know me at all. But you are absolutely right. You don't have to play their game because they love to separate the fandoms.

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into-control · 4 years

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🌹 camren recap of 2019: part 1 (january - march)

(1) (2) (3) (4)

this post contains almost everything to do with camren in 2019*. it also includes things about their respective PRs from this year, when relevant, and a little bit of OT5 is sprinkled in as well. this year i am keeping things in chronological order unlike last year, and entries that take place over the course of multiple days will be grouped together according to the first day.

*disclaimer: some of these things very well may be coincidences, but are included anyways because we all love lauren and camila’s synchronicity.

without further adieu, let the games begin!

january 4th:

at the beginning of january, lauren went on a vacation to a resort in sedona, arizona. while it was mostly a trip dedicated to herself, it was highly speculated among the community that camila visited her. during this time, camila tweeted this, on the day she possibly returned home to miami:

what’s more is that during the entire duration of lauren’s stay in sedona, camila’s spotify activity (which at the time was always public) was set to private. on the day lauren returned (january 7th), so did the spotify activity:

january 5th:

lauren and camila were active on instagram at the same time:

(more of a sync moment)

january 6th:

dinah liked an instagram post with a peculiar caption:

january 7th:

about 12 hours after lauren posted a song on her story, camila listened to it on spotify:

on january 25th, lauren referenced the song again:

january 8th:

dinah reposted someone else’s post on her story where havana is playing in the background:

on the same day, lauren did an IG live where she told everyone she wrote more than that 2-3 years ago. previously lauren had lied about when she started writing music:

this can be further supported because in a story in 2017, lauren says she likes to write music in a bathroom.

january 11th:

in the instagram live to celebrate the release of more than that, lauren showed off the new earrings that were gifted to her on christmas. at first she simply said ‘baby’ got them for her, but then she panicked and clarified that person she was talking about is ty, and she looked disgusted to say it. link. because of this unneeded coverup, those earrings were likely from camila.

in other news, dinah liked something somewhat suggestive involving the sun and moon:

january 12th:

this is where camila’s lies began. in order to push the narrative that matthew was her first real relationship, on the anniversary of CAMILA, she said that the songs on the album were not based on real relationships:

we know that to be false for many reasons, but mainly because she said the exact opposite thing herself in her zach sang interview about a year earlier.

besides the anniversary of CAMILA, britney spears celebrated the 20th anniversary of baby one more time on the same day. lauren just so happened to follow her and like her post about it:

though a reach, it was speculated that this was a nod towards camila and not only britney.

january 15th:

lauren kind of shaded her label columbia by liking a post discussing how they don’t allow ‘risky’ material and that earl sweatshirt feels ‘free’ now that he isn’t signed to them:

that day, a low quality video of camila and matthew attempting to be affectionate in what looks to be a candid setting (which is isn’t) circulated:

the following day, lauren tweeted this, possibly directed at how inorganic PR relationships are:

january 17th

during the hilarity of the world record egg, jayecane on twitter gave themselves that display name, and camila followed them while they were obsessively spamming about lauren:

january 18th:

in an IG story about the more than that music video, the bad things music video was present in lauren’s suggestions:

taking youtube’s algorithm and bad things’ release date into consideration, this suggests that lauren frequently watches camila’s videos.

january 26th:

coincidence?

january 27th:

at 1:55pm EST, camila posted a video of a boy singing a song on her story, which included the lyrics “i’ll be right next to you”. link

exactly one minute later at 1:56pm, lauren posted this:

january 30th:

in her beats1 interview, lauren revealed that her and ty had spent three months apart in the spring/summer of 2018 when things got busy. however, lauren and ty were seen together at least once a month that year. creds to totallylost4you for compiling this evidence.

a slightly more fitting scenario would be lauren and camila being apart for three months at a time. the never be the same tour started in spring, and that, as well as the reputation stadium tour, carried on into the summer:

almost exactly three months after april 9th, camila had a week long break:

january 31st:

lauren told us to shut the fuck up:

same day, camila posted this to twitter and instagram:

about an hour later, lauren seemingly replied. as january was a rather quiet month for both girls, it felt less than coincidental for a lot of people:

on february 13th, lauren liked this post on instagram, which really sealed the deal:

this indirect went on to be a reference to dream of you off of romance.

february 8th:

camila listened to sweet disposition from one of her moon playlists:

february 10th (the GRAMMYs lightning round):

coincidence?

who are you talking about dinah?

dinah jane strikes again!

lauren’s turn now:

february 12th:

arturo sandoval, the trumpet player from the grammys havana performance, liked a camren post:

camila was on lauren’s IG feed (haha):

february 14th:

lauren put another tally on the prison wall. tara got fake internet mad.

perhaps the most amusing part of this day was that ‘lauren’ posted a video to her story identical to the one ty posted about 18 hours beforehand... in the middle of their dinner she was posting about. spoiler alert, someone accidentally posted the video that was only meant for ty to post on lauren’s story.

february 18/24th:

roses:

maybe a small coincidence:

camila’s got a ‘boyfriend’ anyway:

february 19th:

lauren and ty took a jarring picture at a party and lauren posted it on her story except it was the one where one of the owners of laurmilaupates photoshopped ty out of it:

february 21st:

lauren liked amber rose’s video of her son singing havana:

february 23rd:

lauren missed her banana-loving girlfriend:

february 24th:

camila took one of lauren’s books:

february 26th:

hello dinah:

march 2nd:

keep that fingernail trimmed camila:

march 3rd:

snippets of camila’s birthday post that stuck out (?!!!):

lauren loves camila to pisces pieces:

march 4th:

camila listened to sweet disposition again, this time on her ‘love’ playlist:

march 5th:

we see you lauren:

i know somebody with ocean eyes, camila...

march 13th:

shotty photoshop alert:

march 17/24th:

a little too in sync:

they might have also walked the same trail in LA:

march 28th:

alejandro sanz posted multiple teasers for mi persona favorita’s music video, but camila only liked the one featuring two women in a romantic relationship:

march 29th:

mike liked a video of someone painting lauren and mi persona favorita was playing in the background:

part 2

#2019 #recap

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shewritestheblues · 4 years

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The Elevator Bae x Chapter 5

Chapter FIVE

Erik x Black OC (Phoenix)

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Phoenix checks her phone. It’s a little after midnight. She has a few notifications from her social media but nothing important. This is her third day in a row that she’s been in the studio. She hadn’t been home except to sleep and shower and she’d be right back in the studio. Thank God for DoorDash because leaving for food was out of the question. All she could do was make music. Trap, R&B, Soul… she was making some of the best music she’s ever created. This was the most she’s used her own voice to sing on some tracks.

Her and Coby were currently working on their fourth song of the night. As Phoenix sings along to the beat, it feels like the base is moving chills through her soul. It takes her over and she does something she’s never done before. She opens Instagram, swiping right. Her tired, yet satisfied face pops up on the camera. Holding the screen to record, she lets her voice ring out. Without a care that maybe someone would disapprove. She didn’t even bother to listen back. She posted the video on her story and got back to work.

Whenever she would get stuck writing, her mind would wander off to her last moments with Erik. Their talk, their small moments of touching, that feeling, the look in his eye. He would be just what she needed to find the words needed to make her music. Coby would add a few bars in and Phoenix took note every time. She was waiting until she had used all of her inspiration to ask him about her best friend.

As the night continued and more music is being made, Phoenix saved a few songs to keep just for her. She wasn’t sure just yet what she’d do with them but she felt way too connected to them to send them to some other artist to sing. Anything else was fair game. She let one song play. It wasn’t one she’d keep but she still liked it. She played it on repeat trying to figure out who she could picture singing it.

“Yo, you know who would do right by this?” Coby asked. He leaned back, sitting on the table that sat next to Phoenix. She was so into the song, she didn’t notice he had moved from his seat on the other side of her. She stops the song, relaxing into her chair.

“Who?”

“LaShay. The one with the purple hair.”

“Yeah, I like her. She’s out of Atlanta right?”

“Yup. I’m cool with her manager. I could send it to them and see what they think.”

“Cool.” Phoenix hit play on the song again. Just listening and trying to picture the new singer’s voice. A thought hit her. Her and Coby make some amazing music together. They have never made something that flopped. Every song, every beat was always a hit.

“Coby,” she stops the music, turning her chair to him. “Have you noticed that whenever we work together, we don’t miss? Like we both have made some shit songs on some solo shit, but together, it’s always good.”

He definitely noticed. “Yeah. We’re like a dynamic duo or some shit like that. It’s funny you mention this because I was just talking to Ava about how I think we could become like a producing team. Me and You.”

JACKPOT! Phoenix’s smile grew at the sound of her best friend’s name. he brought her up so this was her moment to ask him about it.

“We could definitely pull that off. We could have a cool ass name too, like--- Or like-- Okay, I can’t think of nothing right now but we can put a pin in that. What we can talk about is Ava.”

“Oh my God, Philly! Don’t do this.” He walks over to get water from the mini fridge and sitting back in her chair on the side of her.

“We’re doing this. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“What was there to tell?”

“Umm, I don’t know Coby. Maybe tell me that you like my best friend and that y’all are hanging out.” She makes quotes with her fingers.

“I’m sorry, Phoenix. I’ve been hanging out with your best friend.” he says very sarcastically.

“You are such an ass.” He shrugs. “I don’t care to know about those other girls you mess with but Ava.. that’s my girl. You know how I feel about her.”

“Yeah, I do. Which is why I was trying to wait to tell you. I already knew you were gonna be on ten about it. I wanted to see how serious this was going to be.”

“Serious? So wait, like y’all are dating, dating?”

“To me, we are. I mean, we’re still getting to know each other but so far, I like what I know.”

Phoenix squeals, pinching at Coby’s arms. Coby shakes his head, trying to hide the small smile on his lips.

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Erik sits in his office, staring at the book in front of him. It was his father’s book. He studied this book, front to back. He sat here, doing it again for the second time this night. He moved the ring on his necklace around his finger as he read. His breathing picked up and he could feel his anger rising quickly as he sat there. His thoughts taking him back to the very day he saw the bright lights in the sky. The day he ran upstairs to find his father dead. That day was why he is who he is today. Everything he’s done up to the point and going forward was because of that day and because of who he KNEW killed his father. It’s not everyday that someone is killed with panther claws in Oakland. He knew. Never speaking of that day with anyone. He silently planned how he would handle it.

He slammed his fist on the desk, pushing the book on the floor. Breathing heavy, he got up and headed into the kitchen. He drank a bottle of water in what seemed like one gulp. He needed air. Stepping out onto his balcony, he sat in one of the black, cushion chairs. They were modern rocking chairs and the motion of the chair moving back and forth as he closed his eyes, soothed him for the moment. The breeze hitting is bare chest cooled his hot blood. The small sounds of the night life filling the air. He rocked and rocked, until his phone buzzed in the pocket of his joggers. An unknown number texted him.

Unknown: Next Tuesday two weeks. Heading out 600hrs.

His jobs were becoming longer. Before he would be able to handle his work in a matter of days. Now, they were lasting a week and now two weeks.

With his phone now in hand, he absentmindedly goes to Instagram. At the very top of his screen, Phoenix’s profile picture glows red and orange. He taps to watch her story. He was expecting a cute picture or maybe even a boomerang, because damn that girl loves making boomerangs. But his eyes caught her in all black, her face so clear in the video as she sings. This was a few hours ago. The next part of her story was, of course, a boomerang. She was sticking her tongue out as Coby laid back against her chest, not paying any attention to the camera. Erik bit his lip and tapped the screen to go on to the next story. He couldn’t identify the slight tightness of his chest when he watched the short video. Was this jealousy? Why did this nigga have to be all up on her like that? Why was this even bothering him? Phoenix wasn’t his girl. They were just scratching the surface as neighbor friends. Erik wasn’t too familiar with jealousy. He never cared what the women he involved himself with were doing after him. He took what he wanted and that was that. There were never any feelings left for him to feel. Maybe that one time in high school, his crush had a crush on someone else but that only lasted a few hours because he found himself having sex with her friend by the end of the day. This was a new one for him and he wasn’t trying to feel that shit again.

He put his phone away, going back inside his place. Sleep wasn’t on the menu but he needed it. He took two melatonin pills and made himself get the rest he needed.

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The bright clock sitting in the studio read 3:45. Cobi and Phoenix were wrapping up their session. Phoenix sat on top of the large speaker, swinging her feet.

“Are you coming out to Camren’s birthday party?” she asked Coby.

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

“Are you coming with Ava?”

Coby cuts his eye at her, catching her making kissing faces.

“See, this is why I didn’t tell you anything. But NO! Y’all coming with Ava.”

Phoenix jumps off the speaker and gathers her backpack and making sure she has everything. “Will you be coming to my show Sunday?”

“Didn’t know you had one. Where is it?”

“It’s at X again. I guess they loved me that much.” Phoenix follows Coby out of the studio, closing the door behind her.

“Yeah, I’ll be there. You know I got you,” He puts his arm around her shoulder, walking her out to her car. “You make sure you text me when you get in.”

“Okay. Night.”

He closes her car door and makes sure she’s good before getting into his own car. Being so late, Phoenix was able to get home in record time since there’s no one on the road. 15 minutes to be exact. When she made it into her apartment, she wasn’t sleepy at all. It’s after 4 am and she wasn’t sure what to do with herself. She scrolled up Instagram, she couldn’t find any interesting YouTube videos to watch. She was just up and bored. Well, until she thought about what she was going to wear for Camren’s party. She searched through her closet but she wasn’t focused on that at all. Her mind wandered to thinking about her hair. She looked at herself in her full length bedroom mirror at her curly ponytail. It’s been three days since she last touched her hair. She’s been sporting this pony under a dad hat since the night her and Erik went to the studio. She forgot to put on her scarf that night and woke up to dry, matted curls but refused to do anything to them.

What if I straightened it? She thought. It had been over a year since the last time she’s put any heat on it. Her curls had grew long and she was definitely curious on how it looked straight now. That’s what she was going to do. She headed to the bathroom, turning on the shower. She finally set her hair free of the ponytail and got in. She washed and conditioned her hair. She left the conditioner in while she washed her body and got out. She put on some fresh clothes before rinsing the conditioner from her hair. Now it’s time for the toughest part of straightening her hair… blow drying it. Having so much hair and it being so thick, Phoenix had to part her hair into six sections to properly spray her heat protectant in and fully blow dry her hair. This alone took an hour.

The sun was coming up now and Phoenix’s arms were ready to fall off. She still had to actually flat iron her hair. The went out to the kitchen to get some water and a few Oreos to push herself to finish. Coming back into the bathroom, she looked at her wild hair in the mirror and smiled. “We’ve come a long way hair.” She picks up her phone and takes a picture. She sends it to her friends group chat. ‘Ya girl got inches.”

She swings her hair around, dancing in the mirror, practicing what twerking would be like with her hair swinging around. She had to admit to herself how goofy she looked doing this. Once getting that out of her system, she finally began flat ironing her hair. It didn’t take as long as she thought it would. About another 45 minutes. Phoenix wrapped her hair as best as she could. It’s been over a year so her hair wasn’t really having it with her trying to comb it into a circle. But she combed and combed until she ended up with her head tilted to the side and using her whole left arm to hold most of it down. She used her right hand and front teeth to hold her scarf in place so she could slip her left hand from its secured spot and tie it around her head.

Finally getting that done, it was now well into the morning and her phone was barely surviving on 1%. She did her face routine and headed into her bedroom. Putting her phone on charge on her nightstand and climbing into bed. She laid in the middle of her six pillows and her casper mattress seem to engulf her body. This was heaven. She curled up under her thick comforter and rubbed her feet in bliss. Within minutes, sleep had taken over her.

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Phoenix is woken up by the sounds of construction outside. At the same time, her phone starts to ring. It’s Mica.

“Hello.” Phoenix says into the phone. Her voice is raspy and low.

“I know you’re not still sleep.” Mica’s voice sounds like she’s standing on top of phoenix.

“I’m up. I just got up.”

“What time are you going to pick up the cake?”

“Damn it!” Phoenix sits up, rubbing her face. “It’s supposed to be ready at 4.”

“You know it’s 3 o’clock right?”

“No, it’s not,” she takes the phone from her face, looking at the time. It’s for sure 3 o’clock. “Oh, it is. Shit! Okay, I'm gonna leave out now.”

“Okay. Just take it to the restaurant. Don’t worry about anything else. Me and Ava got it. I know you probably got in late. I want you to have enough time to get ready.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, dinner starts at 8. We’ll be there around 7 to pick you up.”

“Okay. I’ll text you when I got the cake.”

“Okay.”

Phoenix ends the call and jumps up from her bed. She changes into some leggings and a cropped t-shirt, completely forgetting her scarf on her head. She rushes out and magically the elevator was just opening, letting someone off on her floor. She gets in, hitting the garage button. The cabin stops and she rushes out, getting into her car and driving out.

Traffic is ridiculous as she tries to get to the bakery. Her patience is running thin and the feeling of having to rush is triggering her anxiety. Phoenix has been doing well for months with managing her anxiety. She has learned ways to keep herself calm but moments like this where she isn’t able to grasp some type of control over how things are going for her, she doesn’t do well. One second she’s hot as hell and turns her air on blast and the next minute, she’s freezing.

She been in traffic for 3o minutes, but the bakery is only 20 minutes from her apartment. Just when she thought she had come to terms with LA’s traffic, she realizes, she never will. She can feel the tears threatening to fall from her eyes. Her palms are sweaty. Phoenix doesn’t want to be the reason that tonight is a fail. But she can’t help but think that she will. Her thoughts are moving a million miles a minute. She should have set an alarm. She shouldn’t have stayed at the studio that long. If things don’t go right, Camren will hate her. Phoenix takes a few deep breaths. “Relax, Phoenix, relax.” she says to herself.

Traffic began moving a little bit faster and Phoenix could finally catch her breath. She made her way to the bakery and picked up the cake without any more issues. Thankfully, Phoenix knew a back way to the restaurant to drop the cake off.

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Ava and Mica did their best to keep Camren out of the loop by having her girlfriend, Tiana, take her out for a spa day. Camren kept texting the group chat asking questions. What are yall up to? What are we doing tonight?

Phoenix, Ava and Mica all ignored her, keeping the plans for the night in a separate text.

Ava and Mica were at the restaurant setting up decorations when Phoenix walked in with the cake. Phoenix let the hostess know she’s there to drop off the cake for later. The hostess took the cake in the back and Phoenix lead herself up to the rooftop where the dinner will take place. Walking up the stairs, she could hear Ava and Mica laughing.

“What y’all up here laughing about?” she yells, catching their attention.

“Phillyyyy!” Mica sings, walking up to her and hugging her. They rock back and forth before Ava yells out. “Cut the lovey dovey shit and help us finish so we can all go get ready.”

“Damn girl, you literally rolled out of bed didn’t you?” Mica pointed to Phoenix’s scarf.

“Yeah. I forgot I was wearing it.”

“I can’t believe you straightened it.”

“IF Y’ALL DON’T BRING Y’ALL ASS!” Ava yelled out.

An extra set of hands helped get the decorations done quick with enough time for the three of them to have time to get ready.

Phoenix made her way home. She came in and immediately connect her phone to her bluetooth speaker. Music blast through her apartment as she went into the bathroom and started the shower. She raps along to Flo Milli’s x Beef as she undresses herself, stepping in the shower.

I like cash and my hair to my ass

Do the dash, can you make it go fast?

Fuck the fame, all I want is them bands

If she keep on muggin', I'ma steal her man

She made her shower quick to make sure she didn’t sweat out her hair. She got out still singing along to her music. She covered her body in shea butter and danced around her her towel. She made her way into her room, going through her closet. Phoenix wasn’t feeling any of the items she had until she noticed a shopping bag on the floor, all the way in the back. Grabbing it, she pulled out an orange, latex dress. She had completely forgotten that she bought this dress months ago and it was perfect for tonight. She paired it with some clear, strappy heels. She struggled for a moment trying to get the dress to move over her thick thighs but being that she has had these thighs her whole life, she has a few stretches and tricks to get them to act right.

Ari Lennox - BMO starts playing on the speaker as Phoenix begins doing her makeup. She stops to sing her heart out in the mirror.

“Break me off

And gitchi gitchi yaya

When the lights is out

I'm summertime crushin' put that game on pause

And do it how I like it

Baby, nice and slow

Break me off--”

Her singing was cut short from her phone ringing. “Yo, who in the hell is this? Messing up my song.”

Picking up the phone, it’s Mica.

“Hello!” Phoenix barks into the phone.

“Damn, what’s wrong with you?”

“You calling me and interrupting my song.” she walks back into the bathroom to do her makeup, putting the phone on speaker.

“Well, excuse me. I was calling to tell your dusty ass we’re on our way.”

“Ya’ mama dusty.”

“Oh, bitch. I’m telling her that when I see her.”

“She won’t believe you.”

“Whatever,” Mica laughed. “You got 20 minutes. Be ready.”

“I’m doing my makeup now. I’ll be ready.”

“K.”

They hang up and BMO starts blasting through the speaker again. Phoenix moves her hips as she finishes her makeup. She didn’t do too much. A simple beat with mink lashes and a glossy, nude lip. She finished her look with some large, gold hoops, a few layed, gold necklaces and a gold watch. Satisfied with her final look, she unties her scarf, combing down her tresses. You could never go wrong with a middle part, so that’s what she did, pushing her hair behind her ears. Phoenix was more than feeling herself. She walked into her bedroom to get a full view of herself in her full length mirror… taking a few pictures of course.

Ava text her.

Ava: We’re pulling in the garage.

Phoenix: Coming down.

Phoenix puts her necessities into a small, nude clutch and heads out the door. She pushes the call button for the elevator and hums as she waits.

DING!

The doors slide open and standing before her is Erik Stevens. Phoenix couldn’t contain the smile on her face.

“Hey Erik.” she waves at him as she steps into the cabin.

He smiles and nods, “Sup, Philly,” he looked her up and down. Taking note of how the orange dress hugs her curves in all the right ways. “Damn.” slips from his slips. Phoenix pushes her hair back behind her ear, blushing at his reaction.

“You looking good tonight. You got a date or something?” he asked.

She looks up at him, “Thanks. But I wouldn’t wear this on a date though. It’s my friend’s birthday.”

“I wouldn’t mind you wearing that on a date.”

“Where could we go with me wearing this?”

Erik smiles at the thought of them going on a date. He shrugs, “A nice dinner or something.”

“You wanna take me out to a nice dinner, Stevens?”

“If you want me to.”

The elevator stops and the doors open. Erik motions for Phoenix to step out first. She does and her follows. There’s a Jeep Wrangler parked near the entrance of the garage with Ava and Mica waiting.

“You have a good night, Philly. Have fun.” Erik starts walking to his own car.

“Hey, Erik,” he stops and looks back to Phoenix. “Are you busy Sunday?”

He smiles at her and starts walking closer to her. “That depends. What’s going on, on Sunday?”

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Ava and Mica are watching from the truck. “Ain’t that Erik?” Mica asks.

“Yeah. What you think she just said, ‘cause you can see all this nigga teeth from across the street?”

“Shit, i don’t know. But we’re gonna find out when her ass get in this car.”

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Erik holds one hand in his other in front of him waiting for Phoenix’s answer. She tries to avoid making eye contact with him by looking around him and at the floor. “Well… I have a show Sunday night, if you would like to come. If you’re busy, you don’t have to worry about it. Just figured I’d ask--”

He cuts her off, “I’m free.” He holds his hand out and motions to her phone in her hand. She looks confused, looking at her phone and back at him. She gives it to him, not fully sure of what he’ll need it for.

“Unlock it.” he laughs, handing it back to her. She unlocks it and gives it back to him. He types in his number and saves it as ‘Erik😛’ and gives it back to her. “You can send me all of the details later.”

She looks down at his contact name, eyebrows raised. “Tongue out emoji?” she asks. She was curious.

“I have my reasons.” he licks his lips as Phoenix watches him. He smiles, showing off his golds.

Ava honking her horn, scares Phoenix. She almost jumped into Erik’s arms. Ava and Mica laugh hysterically at her reaction.

“That shit ain’t funny. Fuck y’all.” Phoenix holds her chest.

“I don’t wanna hold y’all up. Have fun, baby girl.”

Phoenix walks to the car cussing Ava out for her bullshit. “Y’all get on my damn nerve.”

They were still laughing as she got into the backseat of the Jeep. Ava starts the car and pulls around and as they pass Erik’s car, Mica rolls down her window, “Byeeeee, ERIK!”

He waves at them, laughing.

“You bitches are annoying.” But Phoenix had to admit, it was funny. She found herself laughing with them.

“You gave him your number didn’t you?” Ava looks back at Phoenix.

“Nope, he gave me his.”

“Wait… what happened?” Mica says turning her whole body to face Phoenix in the back.

Phoenix tried to hide her blush, covering her face with her hand, “I invited him to my show, Sunday.”

“BITCHHHH!!!” Ava and Mica screamed. “Just wait until Cam hear about this in the morning.”

Mica put on their ‘Hot Girl Summer’ playlist and they all rapped along as they set out on their way to pick up Camren and Tiana and make their way to Camren’s surprise dinner.

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#the elevator bae #erik x phoenix #shewritestheblues

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Camila’s spotify playlists 2015 part 1

I found Camila’s playlists recently and they definitely don’t get enough attention from us. There is so much valuable information there!! Ok, here we go..

2015

Let’s see what the songs are about and what was on August 2015 Camila’s mind.

- You’re still the one by Shania Twain

When I first saw you, I saw love ----- from how Camila and Lauren described how they met, it was attraction from the first sight ---- And the first time you touched me, I felt love ----- but every touch is oh lalala (Señorita)---- And after all this time You're still the one I love, mmm, yeah

Looks like we made it Look how far we've come my baby We mighta took the long way ----- it took you 2 years to make up your mind (Should’ve said it)---- We knew we'd get there someday

They said, "I bet they'll never make it" But just look at us holding on We're still together still going strong

You're still the one I run to ----- I should be running, you keep me coming for you(Señorita) --- The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life (You're still the one) You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of ---- all I do the whole day through is dream of you (Dream of you)---- You're still the one I kiss good night

Ain't nothin' better We beat the odds together I'm glad we didn't listen ---- My mama doesn't trust you, baby And my daddy doesn't know you, no (My oh my); And papa says he got malo in him(Havana) ---- Look at what we’d missin’

- Kiss me by Sixpence None the Richer

Kiss me out of the bearded barley Nightly, beside the green, green grass Swing, swing, swing the spinning step You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight Lead me out on the moonlit floor ---- Expectations MV---- Lift your open hand Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance ---- Burning, fire and dancing are everywhere in Lauren and Camila’s songs---- Silvermoon's sparkling So kiss me

- Fly with me by Jonas Brothers

If time was still The sun would never never find us ---- SUN!! We could light up The sky tonight ---- MOON!! I would see the world through your eyes ---- Camila is obsessed with Lauren’s, also “ When I look in your eyes / I see through to my soul” (No way)----- Leave it all behind

If it's you and me forever If it's you and me right now ----- All the strangers are gone (In the dark)----That'd be alright Be alright If we chase the stars to lose our shadows

Peter Pan and Wendy turned out fine ---- Camila loves Peter Pan, also Camren talking about Tinkerbell and Wendy in this interview ---- So won't you fly with me ---- Camila’s fairy wings and angel references in Romance ----

Maybe you were just afraid ---- Lauren had hard time admitting she’s attracted to women ---- Knowing you were miles away From the place where you needed to be And that's right here with me

- Sweet disposition by Tamper Trap

-----Lauren’s tumblr name------

Sweet disposition Never too soon Oh, reckless abandon Like no one's watching you

A moment, a love A dream aloud A kiss, a cry Our rights, our wrongs ----- the inconsistency of their relationship, expectations, moments - only having the nights for each other, not too many days off---- A moment, a love A dream aloud A moment, a love A dream, aloud

So stay there 'Cause I'll be coming over ----- I love it when you call me / you keep me coming (Señorita); this love calling my name (This love) ---- And while our blood's still young It's so young, it runs And won't stop 'til it's over Won't stop to surrender

Songs of desperation I played them for you

- Drops of Jupiter by Train

Now that she's back in the atmosphere With drops of Jupiter in her hair, hey, hey She acts like summer and walks like rain --- loving you was sunshine, but then it poured (Consequences); Will you be the sun or the pouring rain? (Who are you)----- Reminds me that there's a-time to change, hey, hey Since the return of her stay on the moon --- MOON She listens like spring and she talks like June, hey, hey Hey, hey

But tell me Did you sail across the sun? ----SUN Did you make it to the Milky Way ---- All night MV ----- To see the lights all faded? And that Heaven is overrated?Tell me Did you fall from a shooting star --- I thank God and my lucky stars Darling, don't you know what you are? (Beautiful) ----

One without a permanent scar? ---- Everyone comes with scars but you can live them away (No way) ----

But tell me Did the wind sweep you off your feet? Did you finally get the chance to dance along the light of day --- instead of just at night in secret?? ----

And head back to the Milky Way? And tell me, did Venus blow your mind? Was it everything you wanted to find? And did you miss me while you were Looking for yourself out there?

Can you imagine no love, pride, deep-fried chicken ---- Chickens!! :) ---- Your best friend always sticking up for you Even when I know you're wrong? Can you imagine no first dance, freeze-dried romance Five-hour phone conversation The best soy latte that you ever had, and me?

- I’ll be your man by James Blunt

Too many voices, too many noises ---- Little voices in my head (consequences)----

Invisible wires keeping us apart --- management?---- So many choices, but they're all disappointments And they only seal me away from you

Climb into our own private bubble ----secret relationship --- Let's get into all kinds of trouble

Slide over here let your hands feel the way --- touch me till I find myself in a feeling (Easy)--- There's no better method to communicate --- Tell me with your hands slow (Living proof) --- Girl stop your talking words just get in the way --- Baby, could you shut up? / 'Cause I don't need you to come up with excuses / I just need your eyes on me (Back to me)---- I'll be your man So baby come over from the end of the sofa --- this couch is getting smaller (Into it)---- I'll be your man, I'll be your man

So many faces, staring at their shoelaces When all anyone wants is to be seen So tonight let's be honest We only want to be wanted And darling you got me wanting you

What are we all looking for? Someone we just can't ignore it's Real love dripping from my heart You've got me tripping What are we all looking for?

- No air by Jordin Sparks

Tell me how I'm supposed to breathe with no air?

If I should die before I wake It's 'cause you took my breath away Losing you is like living in a world with no air, oh ---- Losing you I couldn’t face but to love you is worse (This love) ---

I'm here alone, didn't wanna leave ---- Up in bed, all alone (Expectations)---- My heart won't move, it's incomplete Is there a way I could make you understand?

But how Do you expect me, to live alone with just me? 'Cause my world revolves around you It's so hard for me to breathe

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew right off The ground and float to you There's no gravity to hold me down, for real

But somehow I'm still alive inside You took my breath but I survived I don't know how but I don't even care

Camren supposedly broke up in the second half of 2015, but I think this song is not about this break up yet, since they were all added to the playlist on the same day.

Expectations, consequences, In the dark, Real friends, This love, More than that can be related to this period. Read Karlaswine’s analysis of In the dark, some great insights there.

They probably got back together in the beginning of 2016. (Songs to fall in love to playlist from Feb 2016)

Conclusions

Every single song on this playlists has so many Camren references. They are all love songs except for the last one, so we can assume it was still ok in August 2015. I’m really suprised how much sun and moon Camila can find in other’s songs. Also these songs seem to fit her writing style and her vibe.

I’m gonna analyse the other playlists too and it gets interesting in the following years when she starts going back to songs from 2015 2016 in e.g 2018 ---> Camren is still alive? Stick with me ;)

#camren #gaymila #lauren jauregui #camila and lauren #camila cabeyo #camrenisreal #fifth harmony #camila #lauren #romance #expectations

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