#so anyways how are y’all tonight? 😅

[thisismeracing]

Brand new style | CL16

― Pairing: Charles Leclerc x fem!reader ― Warnings: mentions of food; typos. ― Summary: The one where Charles' has been dressing better and better each week. Fans can't help but tie that drastic change to a girlfriend, especially when he shows up wearing clothes from a small but very stylish brand, what they don't expect is that the girlfriend in question is the owner of the brand.

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yourusername

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yourusername finishing the last few touches for this season's collection ⭐️✨

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sunshinewest can’t wait to get it!! 😍

user2 I am so readyyy

switfiedirectioner I wanna be her when I grow up

⤷ 1distraction but u already grown, bestie 😭 lmao

⤷ swiftiedirectioner shut up let me dream 🤚

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc race week's about to start 😎

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charleslerain things that aren’t my business but I wish were: how charles takes his coffee

sainzinho the lil pink mug 🥹🤏

fastandf1s where’s that lil sweater from????

⤷ bonohammertime Its from @ yourusername s brand?

⤷ userforty it def is! Most likely from last collection if I recall perfecly, I have a similar one

trackfour Im gonna prepare myself mentally to watch ferrari shit show 😭

iguser_ the pullover collors omggg and the fabric looks so soft

yourusername

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yourusername I would bet on red for this season 😜❤️

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yourbestie 😍😍 I would bet on YOU this season

user01 omg yesss! I love red!

randomuser this looks fantastic, can’t wait to see the other options

charles_leclerc

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charles leclerc 😉😉

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tifosinha I refuse to believe this was Ferrari's doing, he's been on this team for years now and they NEVER got him this stylish. there's a woman's hand on this, istg

ferrarista01 the veins 🫣🤤

leclowncircus y’all worried about charles’ style and rumored relationship meanwhile I’m just no thoughts head empty appreciating those yummy pics he’s been posting

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Solid climbing session today.

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notyourbus HE’S SOFT LAUNCHING

sainzfan who’s that person wearing black?

⤷ lemonegasque million dollars question

lewforty LOL he’s so bad at other sports

arthur_leclerc as a climber you’re a great driver 👍

schumiwoff I love the fact that apprently him and the girl -both- fell hahah partnes in being horrible at Snow Sports

yourusername

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yourusername nobody needs to know I fell a hundred times while climbing

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user47 it’s fine bestie, I’m terrible at anything snow related as well lol

user90 where’s that sunglass from?

⤷ yourusername its from yyy.com :)

popyn she’s soft launching, I lost her 😭

yourusername

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yourusername had an amazing dinner tonight 🥰

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randomuser33 that “private but not a secret” type of relationship I WANT IT

user9 she’s so pretty 😍😍

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc ma cherrie ❤️ I wouldnt have the patient to soft launch anyways

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scuderiaferrari thank goodness he's not that clumsy with car info 😅😂

yourusername you're lucky I love you 💞

pierregasly it was about time!!!!

fan44 I KNEW IT

formulaonewag welcome to the club, Yn! 🥳

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[slayonehundredninetytwo]

In the event you get a free moment for a mini fic,

Poor Channie gets food poisoning from some takeout he ordered and spends an evening hunched over a bucket, nauseous and burpy. Every now and then a bit of sick comes up his throat, but always goes back down which makes him feel sicker.

Maybe Felix stays with him, rubs his back, play with his curly hair, and talks to him in English to keep him calm when his nausea gets too much. Maybe Minho checks in every so often to see if he's been sick or is still queasy.

sorry this took so long, i didn’t have free moment for a mini fic 😅 it also kinda was more like a full length one anyway. Suprise!

~Spicing it Up~

Yet another late night spent working on music for the latest comeback, it was all Chan had grown to know. Which meant when his stomach growled at him angrily for food, he pulled out his phone and opened his door dash and clicked the place he usually gets from. But wait. He had that last night? Why not spice it up and try something new! He clicked off that restaurant and searched for something else. He found a small local takeout place and placed his order, before getting back to work.

-

Sometimes, spicing up your usual door dash is not the best idea, which Chan soon learned late that night once he returned to his dorm. It was maybe 1 AM, earlier than he usually would get home, but tonight he felt strangely uncomfortable after dinner in his office, and decided he could head home and finish up at the dorm. By the time he got there, he felt severely worse. His stomach was swirling annd full, he felt awful. He probably had over done it with the food, although he didn’t remember eating all that much of it. Must of just been extra filling. When he opened the door to the apartment, he was surprised to see Minho and Felix sitting on the couch.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Well we were watching a movie with Jisung.” Minho said sounding a little annoyed.

“But he got tired and went to bed, so we’re finishing up the movie ourselves before we head home to our place.” Felix cut in, being the ball of sunshine he is, there was not a hint of annoyance in his voice, in contrast to Minho.

“Mind if I join? I was gonna do so work but i’m not feeling it tonight and you guys (A/N- the urge to put y’all😭) are here anyway.”

“Of course we don’t mind!” Minho said, patting the cushion next to him.

Chan melted into the couch, exhausted.

“You okay Chris?” Felix said to him, noticing how he curled in on himself.

“Yeah. My stomach hurts a bit.” He responded, wrapping his arm around his stomach.

“Have you eaten?” Felix said, concerned.

“Yes. I think that’s the problem.”

Minho was trying to translate the English, but eventually gave up and watched the movie.

“Did you eat too much? What did you eat?” Felix asked, seemingly turning on his big brother mode that he would use if Olivia wasn’t feeling well, even though he is younger than Chan.

“I tried a new place tonight. I don’t remember eating a lot of it, but I must have.”

“Or maybe the new place simply isn’t agreeing with you.”

“I guess.”

They sat and watched the movie in silence for a while, until the silence was finally broken by Chan, still speaking in English, much to Minho’s annoyance since he was experiencing some FOMO from barely understanding the conversation. Couldn’t they just speak Korean for his sake.

“I’m gonna vomit.”

Vomit… what does that mean again? He’s gonna what? Minho couldn’t quite recall. Minho figured it was not good, seeing Felix’s eyes widen as he hurriedly stood up and rushed to get something as Chan put his head between his knees. Minho put two and two together that his hyung was nauseous, and placed a hand on Chan’s back, just as Felix returned with a bucket.

“It going to be be a-okay, Chan. Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it.” Felix stated reassuringly as he gave Chan the bucket. Felix instructed Chan to sit up, just as he ducked his head into the bucket with a retch. Nothing. He just hung there over the bucket salivating into the bucket as he stared at the bottom. The next retch came with some liquid but it didn’t want to come all the way up. It burned his throat and made him gag more, still unproductively. Minho stood to get him some water and things, as Felix quietly comforted him, his accent reminded him of home which helped him feel a little less miserable as the nausea was so very awful.

It took almost an hour for anything to really come up. And once it did, it brought up everything Chan had in him. It tore through him painfully, but once it was done, it was a huge relief. He could finally breathe. The nausea was becoming insufferable, he was just glad it was over, for now atleast.

“You did good, Chan” Minho said, in English, as he handed him the water bottle.

🫶

#skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #skz emeto #kpop sickfic #mini sickfic #mini sickfic(?)

[imaginespazzi]

Happy Gameday everyone! I am so fucking nervous for our girls y’all. Also, someone come tell me why ESPN analytics has us with a 60.5% chance of winning?! Excuse me? Nah I do believe in our girls 1000% but idk if realistically it’s that much in our favor… maybe closer to 50/50 😅

Anyway, whatever happens today, i’m so proud of our girls - like i was just thinking back to the beginning of the season and how tough going it was, like watching their games during that non-conference stretch was not very fun. And then the ND and SC games, which were also not fun. And yet, they’re back in the final 4. Like whether we win or lose today, nothing can take away from what this group managed to achieve despite all the adversities and curveballs.

I hope P Boogers and MVLi have career games, I hope Nika doesn’t foul out, and I hope the freshies continue to shine. And most of all, I hope they just enjoy and have fun and be proud of themselves too. And to our injured girlies, I hope they know that they will be out on the court soon enough and we cannot wait.

It’s been a heck of a season (positive and negative) but man has it been fun following along with everyone here, and i sincerely hope we get to do it for one more game after tonight.

Last but not least, I hope we get at least one more Pazzi moment to lose our minds over this weekend.

Okay y’all, enjoy tonight, try keep that heart rate and blood pressure in check, and let’s go Huskies! 💗💙💗💙

Happy game day lovelies <3

ESPN analytics loves them some UConn which is hilarious because almost all their writers have SC vs Iowa in the final and I think the spread has UConn losing by around ~2.5 points too but hey, I'll take the faith!

It has been a rollercoaster ride with this team and I could not be more proud of what we've achieved and my belief is at an all time high. But there's nothing they could do tonight that would in any way make me disappointed. I'm just happy to be here but let's get this girlies, I know we can. 🙏🏾

In March P and MVLi I continue to believe. And if everybody else just does what they're good at, why not us? Beat the odds and beat the hawks!!

#ask #wcbb #ncaa wbb #uconn huskies #uconn women’s basketball #uconn wbb #my stress levels are increasing with every passing minute

[luffyvace]

MINA ASHIDO X GN READER

SHES SO PRETTY

AND CUTE

i do gn reader so much but it’s probably fine since it’s inclusive. (i’m gonna do her again with poc/black reader- also imma do more black reader in general ☆)

SHES BEST GIRL

i love her and you do too

she’s an amazing girlfriend

need mental support?

she’s on it! uplifting music, parties and motivation for the win!

need physical support?

she’s got your back in fights

shes got your back (literally) in massages

shes your shoulder to lean on

loves to see you smile and laugh

and blushing too so she teases you

if your just as eccentric as her you two are WILD CARDS

if not—

“come onn! give in to peer pressure!”

won’t give up until she’s convinced you to do whatever she was trying to get you to do at least once

if you’ve got low self esteem she ain’t allowing it

she’ll erase the thought from your brain before you can think it

”what do you mean you weren’t as good as everybody else?! did you see yourself out there?! do you need me to show you the video again?? you did great! you were terrific! a star!”

”i just don’t think so mina..i don’t know, i feel like ___ did way better”

”NO WAY! you are at the top of our class in every aspect and you know it! there’s no way i’m letting you doubt yourself like that so don’t even think about!”

”how can you become a hero thinking like that _____?? heroes are supposed to give people hope! not give up hope themselves!!”

yeah.

it ain’t happening

with how pushy she is, your bound to have a few more positive thoughts

”fine!! you don’t think your strong enough? let’s train then!”

she won’t go easy on you either

”i thought you said you weren’t good enough? if you really think so and you want to be, here’s the training!”

loves you to bits and pieces

whatever your going through?

nu uh.

‘WERE going through’

yall are a team and she calls the shots on that one

but anyways :)

mina is a cuddle bug and will trap you if you don’t give her cuddles often enough

she traps you anyways

sometimes to mess with you

other times because she wants more affection from you

her love languages are ALL

yes. all of the above.

she does anything to make you happy and this is her way of showing it

she really doesn’t expect anything in return either

although she might bribe you

”awww cmon! please? remember that super cool mirko figure that you wanted? that I got you??”

she means well by it i promise

is down to do practically anything with you

she’ll teach you how to dance btw

even if you really don’t want to 😭

gets mad and fake pouts if you genuinely don’t want to learn

shes still coming over for her cuddles tonight tho. 😐

what you thought this was? 🤨

a free for all??

nahh

you gettin this work.

btw-

boy

girl

them

it

xe

xer

YOU COMIN TO THE GIRLS NIGHT.

she needs you there

you just have to be there ok?

ok.

:)

if your intelligent or at least understand the homework your gonna have to remind and help her

if your not and forget as well

🧍‍♀️

“momo we need help with the homewor-“

ngl she unintentionally does pda

its just the fact that she doesn’t pay attention to the people around you

and doesn’t care

she will hold your hand, peck your lips, giving you lots and lots of hugs in public

but she won’t make out with you- that’s for private

if you don’t like any pda

apologies but ya girl is going to keep forgetting

“whoops!”

‘😑’

‘😅’ “IT WAS BY ACCIDENT I SWEAR”

yeaaa..

sure mina

anyway

she’ll want to do self/hair/skin care with you

if you don’t wanna you gotta at least be there while she does

and hopefully sing some songs with her

please?

pretty please?

with a cherry on top?!

why nooooott?? :(

fine! >:(

but if you do..!

WOOP WOOP!!

y’all sing and dance around and do the whole shabang

hyping each other up and all

its so fun

also a really good gift giver

she remembers stuff you say you like wayyyy better than her homework

so she gifts you whenever she sees something she knows you’d like

or wants to see your surprised happy face

she’s just a ball of love

please love her back

she’s not the best at cooking or baking 😭

if you are she won’t stop bugging you to cook/bake

especially bake-

for her and the girls-

lowkey brags about your skills

”seee? i told you ____ can cook really well!”

”____ is amazing! i’d bet on them in a baking competition with sato!”

her room isnt messy she just has a lot of stuff

also she trusts you a lot with her secrets

like you were the first person she told that kirishima had black hair in middle school

she gossips to you as well

even if you don’t wanna hear please listen!

your her partner in crime!

if your really strong and at the top of your class she’ll brag about that too

she doesn’t mean to put anyone down but she’s just so proud of you!

10/10 i recommend as a girlfriend

shes your best friend, lover and soulmate i swear!

stan ashido!!

SHES BEST GIRL!!

SHE’S A OUTSTANDING PARTNER!!

IN MINA WE TRUST!!

hope you enjoyed :)

#anime #anime and manga #mha #my hero academia #mina ashido #mina mha #ashido mina #bnha ashido #mha ashido #x gn reader #x gn y/n #x you #x reader #anime headcanons #anime fans #mha fandom #relationship headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #boku no hero academia #my hero academia headcanons #luffyvace

[inkwell-intrigues]

Hey y’all! Tonight I’m gonna get a little sappy with ya. 😅

I’ve been seeing in a lot of asks/messages/comments/etc where people are apologizing for “asking too many questions” or “bothering me”.

I wanna let you all know that you guys interacting with me is literally the opposite of bothering me! Like, whenever I see anything in my inbox/etc, it makes my day.

I just really want you guys to know that you never bother me, and in fact, I’m some days you guys help give me a boost when I’m really low.

I so so appreciate all of you, and I want you to know that you guys are never a bother. If I need a break, I take one, if therapy has taught me anything, it’s how to set healthy boundaries. 😅🤣

Anyway, TLDR: I love you all so much and your questions/comments/posts are oftentimes the highlight of my day. You’re never a bother! Keep being you! ❤️

- Inkwell-Intrigues

#sappy shit #I guess this is me revealing how I look in my art style #I love you guys #never feel afraid to talk to me #thank you for everything

[the-widow-sisters]

Meeting the Team

Summary: In the aftermath of Carol and Monica’s reunion, Monica is meeting her aunt for the first time since the mission. Carol has invited her to the Avengers movie night where she has the opportunity to meet Natasha, Yelena, Kate, Clint, Tony, Peter, and Kamala for the first time. Between movie night antics and the insanity of the group, Monica finds herself honestly baffled at Carol’s other family. But it’s a baffled she might could get used to.

Word Count: 6304

A/N: I’ve had this one in my drafts for a while and I’ve finally managed to pull it together just today 💖 Hopefully it didn’t come out a mess! And hopefully y’all are all at least semi-familiar with the Top Gun movie... There are a lot of references coming up, lol 😅

Also, I remembered some people wanted Kamala Khan to be in more of my fics, and I tried to throw her in here 🥰💕 When I reopen my requests, y’all feel free to send in more stuff for her! I’ve gotten some burnout on the widow sisters and the widow sisters + Kate Bishop, so that’s not coming too easily, lol 😅

But I hope y’all enjoy this one! 😊💖

  Monica got out of her car, letting out a deep breath as she tried to compose herself and keep the nervousness at bay as she looked at the slightly daunting compound before her. It was not particularly scary or terrifyingly large in appearance, but she was feeling exceptionally small right now and everything seemed a little more intimidating than usual.

  Tonight would be the first time that she was meeting her aunt in person since their mission together not too long ago when they had taken down Agatha and had reunited. Monica honestly had no idea exactly of what she was going to do, and she was trying her best just to focus on being calm and trying not to show her anxiety that was eating away at her.

  What if Carol really did not want her as much as she seemed to?

  Monica, of course, kept that question hidden deep beneath the surface because her immediate reaction was that she did not need Carol anyway. If she did not want her, then it did not matter at all. It was nothing to Monica and Carol would not deserve her anyway since Maria was plenty enough for her.

  However, the child within her was the one that had all of those pained thoughts and experienced all those vulnerable, easily hurtable feelings. The child that wanted her aunt and wanted to make the person that used to be in her eyes the coolest woman on Earth proud of her.

  To her surprise, she suddenly heard a soft hum behind her and light was bouncing off of everything. She paused, immediately knowing precisely who was behind her. She could barely keep the smile off of her face.

  “Hey, kid, I like your jacket. Where’d you get it?” the painfully familiar voice questioned, and Monica turned around slowly, shrugging her shoulders.

  “I don’t know. Who’s asking?” Monica replied, and she was met with Carol’s warm grin and her soft eyes looking at her carefully as she chuckled softly, looking down.

  She then gazed back up at Monica, the amount of fondness in her eyes making Monica positively just want to run in her arms and squeeze the life out of her. However, she held back, trying to keep from acting on an impulse. She was not sure how appropriate it would be right now.

  “Seriously, though. It looks really good. I take it you managed to keep ketchup off of it this time?” Carol asked mischievously, referencing that time so many years ago when Monica had worn the jacket after Carol’s first disappearance, and Monica just huffed a little as she narrowed her eyes somewhat playfully.

  “No. I squirted mustard all over the inside just so you’d have a surprise when I gave it back to you,” Monica quipped, and Carol waggled her eyebrows, her smirk so wide that it looked like it might split her face in half. The sight of it made Monica’s heart swell in her chest.

  “Living up to the name, huh, Lieutenant?” Carol grinned, and Monica scoffed, starting to take the jacket off of her shoulders to give it back to Carol. Carol shook her head, raising her hand.

  “Nah, don’t worry about it. You can give it back later before you leave,” Carol assured her, and Monica nodded lightly. She and Carol just stood before one another for a short moment, and finally Carol jutted her chin in the direction of the compound front doors.

  “Wanna head in?” Carol asked, and Monica took in a breath, nodding her head as she started forward along next to Carol. Carol smiled at her, their shoulders brushing as they walked into the compound.

  As soon as they were inside, Monica allowed Carol to take point and lead her to the room where they would be watching the movie. Monica followed along after her, her stomach in knots as she suddenly found herself experiencing a new, even strong wave of nervousness about this entire ordeal. This was Carol’s new family, and she was honestly not quite sure how to respond to them or operate at all in a coherent, sensible manner.

  However, before she could put too much thought into it, Carol stopped in front of a doorway. Monica paused swiftly to keep from running into her. She could hear voices coming from just inside, and Monica immediately realized that the Avengers were just inside.

  Carol turned around toward her, a face-splitting smile on her face as something that almost seemed like nervous energy rolled off of her in waves. She then started to reach toward her, but her hand froze just before touching her shoulder. Monica moved forward just a little so that Carol’s hand actually made contact with her. Carol instantly relaxed, squeezing Monica gently as she brought up her other hand and touched Monica’s other shoulder.

  “You ready?” Carol asked, checking with her, and Monica shrugged.

  “Yeah,” she somewhat breathlessly told her.

  “You sure? You seem nervous,” Carol pointed out, concern in her gaze, and Monica shook her head, huffing as she suddenly found herself remembering precisely the audacity that her aunt always seemed to have.

  “No, I’m fine,” Monica persisted stubbornly. Carol just eyed her for a long moment before pulling back with one last squeeze of her shoulders. It was obvious that Carol did not believe her necessarily, but she went along with it, and for that, Monica was thankful.

  “Let’s go,” Carol nodded to her, leading the way, and Monica followed along after her.

  As they entered, the first thing that Monica noticed was how perfectly at ease that they all were with one another. One that Monica recognized as Yelena Belova was lounged lazily on Natasha Romanoff. Another girl near Natasha that had dark brown hair and blue eyes was goofily alternating between leaning against Natasha and trying to make jokes with Clint Barton, and while he did not seem overly impressed, there was the slightest upturn at the corners of his lips and a sparkle in his gaze that he seemed to be diligently trying to hide.

  Some kid was near Tony Stark and he was smiling ridiculously widely as he looked at Tony like he hung the moon. Stark, as per his memo, was definitively pleased with the attention as he picked on Steve. However, there was a softness in his expression when he looked at the kid near him.

  On top of all of these people, there was even another kid that was currently staring at Carol and had noticed them as soon as they came in.

  Monica, however, was quickly interrupted in her scan of the room when Carol started her introductions.

  “Hey, everybody, I want to introduce you to someone,” Carol called out, and everyone slowly quieted down, all of their gazes settling on Monica. Monica took in a breath, straightening a little as she attempted to avoid feeling ill at ease with all of the eyes focused on her.

  “This is my niece Monica,” Carol announced, and they all waved and offered varying expressions of greeting.

  “Monica, this is Tony and Peter. You already know Steve, and this is Kamala, Clint, Kate, Natasha, and Yelena,” Carol introduced them all, and she smiled, waving at the group of them with a somewhat awkward smile. Carol eyed her warmly, trying to reassure her wordlessly.

  “Wait, wait, wait, you had a niece?” Tony interjected suddenly, and Carol looked at him carefully, seemingly evaluating how to respond.

  “Yeah,” Carol finally settled for something simple, but Monica could see the gears turning in her head.

  “And you didn’t think this was necessary information to tell any of us?” Tony questioned, raising his eyebrows as he looked at her. Carol smirked slightly, and Monica knew that she was really about to mess with him.

  “Steve knew,” Carol shrugged as if it was a sufficient response, and Tony just scoffed.

  “Well, of course he knew. That’s your boyfriend—”

  “Natasha, Yelena, and Kamala knew, too,” Carol told him with a shrug, and Tony’s eyes widened. He scoffed before throwing his hands up and leaning back in his seat.

  “So literally everyone except me knew? Wonderful. You really make a guy feel appreciated, Stargirl. And here I thought you were my friend,” he told her dramatically, and Carol rolled her eyes.

  “Oh, please. We aren’t even that close,” Carol dismissively shot back at him, and Tony shook his head, his face dead serious as he stared her down.

  “No, seriously. I thought we had a real connection,” he replied, far too over-the-top for her to take him seriously. She just huffed, shaking her head as she chose to largely just ignore him.

  Almost immediately after this exchange had finished, the girl that Carol had introduced as Kamala—and the kid that had been staring at them since they came in— leapt to her feet and rushed over to the both of them with a wide grin.

  “Oh, my gosh, I’ve heard so much about you!!!” Kamala very excitedly shook Monica’s hand, the pair of headphones she had around her neck bobbing a little with the energy in the movement. Monica mustered a smile, glancing at Carol with slight confusion before looking back at Kamala and attempting to decipher how to best respond. She had not really bargained on such an overenthusiastic response.

  “Oh, yeah? Carol told you about me?” Monica questioned, smiling at her aunt. Carol huffed a little, a smile coming onto her face as she mischievously eyed the kid with a fond exasperation, and Monica quickly grew a little confused and somewhat worried at the way that Carol had responded to the kid, wondering what her reaction specifically meant.

  “Well… Not exactly. I kinda snooped, but like I did it the legit way! Carol totally told me a lot of stuff, too, so see? Legit,” Kamala tried to defend herself despite the fact that she sounded terribly guilty at the moment. Carol raised an eyebrow, huffing as she looked at Kamala.

  “Legitimately snooping in my room when I caught her,” Carol drily clarified, rolling her eyes fondly, and Monica nodded slowly in realization, chuckling a little.

  “I was waiting on you to come in there!” Kamala tried to defend herself, and Yelena just huffed. Monica shifted her eyes at the sudden interjection, looking at Yelena and studying her a little more closely since it was the first time she had ever actually seen her in-person.

  “Don’t worry, kid. You’re not the first obsessed fangirl we’ve caught trying to break into people’s rooms,” Yelena declared, leaning against Natasha as she shot a wickedly mischievous glance at Kate. Kate’s eyes widened in horror, but she quickly masked it, casting a glance at Clint.

  Monica had heard just a little about Kate and that entire situation, and she honestly felt sort of sorry for the kid. She was a goofy young girl with a crush bigger than her. She could not help but wonder if Clint had figured out that Yelena was talking about Kate.

  However, if he caught onto anything, he did not let it on, which would lead one to believe that he must not have. After all, from what she had heard from Carol, would have jumped on teasing Kate along with Yelena. It was their thing.

  Natasha nevertheless lightly thumped the back of Yelena’s head in scolding for such an obvious jab, and Yelena let out a dramatic cry, making sure it was not too loud but at just enough of a volume for it to be communicated that Natasha had gravely injured her. Natasha rolled her eyes, not impressed in the least with Yelena’s overexaggerated reactions.

  Kate smiled at her gratefully, and Natasha nodded momentarily to her before redirecting her attentions to Monica and Carol.

  “It’s really good to finally meet you, Monica. Like Kamala, I’ve heard a lot about you. Maybe just in a genuinely more legitimate way, though,” Natasha acknowledged with a sly grin, looking at Kamala, and Kamala just huffed unhappily.

  Yelena chuckled heartily, enjoying Natasha’s joke, and both sisters looked at Carol softly with a fondness in their eyes. It shocked Monica that Yelena was actually being nice considering what a little turd that she was rumored to be, but Monica could see that it meant the entire world to Carol that they seemed to be happy for her and that they were so strongly in her corner.

  Steve then stood up, walking up behind Kamala as she retreated over to the couch, pouting just a little but still looking at Carol with the utmost adoration. He then extended his hand to Monica. She looked at him in some confusion, furrowing her brow a little.

  “I’m Steve,” he introduced, and Monica almost laughed, utterly lost. Steve was actually one of the only people in this room that she had ever actually met before.

  “I know. We’ve already met,” Monica pointed out, one eyebrow raised as she eyed him skeptically and with some bemusement.

  “Yeah… But it’s our first time meeting with you as Carol’s niece,” he stated as if it were obvious.

  Monica suddenly was hit with the weight of the statement, her heart squeezing painfully as she realized that Carol must really claim her as her niece outside of just introductions. It was not that she had any doubt. She just had not really heard Carol make much of a point to say it around her. She could not help but wonder if Carol was scared to say it too much or something.

  Monica huffed a little, mustering a smile as she shook his hand, trying not to let her emotions overcome her.

  They then headed back over to the couch, everyone making room so that Monica could sit between Carol and Kamala.

  They settled down, and Carol offered Steve a somewhat flirtatious smirk as he looked at her with a smile and a slight raise of his eyebrow, his chin lowered. However, Kamala spoke up, interrupting the moment as they got settled in.

  “Okay, guys, so a little preface… I have to kind of like put these things on,” Kamala held up the headphones around her neck as she displayed it to everyone, “if cursing or stuff-related things are happening,” Kamala explained, and Peter immediately looked confused as he looked at her oddly, tilting his head.

  “Stuff-related things?” Peter questioned uncertainly, more than a little lost, and Yelena huffed, rolling her eyes as she scoffed from where she was lounged heavily against Natasha.

  “She means sexual things,” Yelena deadpanned, and Peter turned red as he looked down, his lips growing thin in recognition as he looked horridly embarrassed. Tony laughed a little, grinning at the kid as he patted him on the shoulder affectionately.

  “Oh,” he trailed off, and Kamala chuckled a little before looking at everyone. However, she mostly focused her gaze on Carol as she always did, a dogged fangirlish adoration in her eyes.

  “So yeah… Just like warn me or whatever if something like that is coming up, please? So I can cover my eyes and ears and stuff,” Kamala told them, and it was clear that she was rather embarrassed of the fact that she had to explain these things.

  There was extreme guilt in her eyes, and Carol quickly picked up on this, immediately replying to her with the utmost casualness to keep her from feeling any more needless humiliation.

  “Don’t worry, kid. We’ve got you,” Carol assured her, kindness in her voice as she addressed her.

  “Yeah. Boomer’s seen this one five-thousand times and can quote it front to back. After all, she’s so old that she has had lots of time to practice. She probably even went to the theatre back when it was first released,” Yelena quipped, and Carol grinned, nothing but easygoing confidence oozing from her. Monica instantly snorted just a little at the unexpected nickname.

  “I actually did go to the first theatre showing,” Carol answered, waggling her eyebrows, and Monica looked at her with a slight smile, remembering what a huge fan of Top Gun that Carol had always been and how she had always quoted “Talk to me, Goose” at Maria constantly.

  “Ugh… and you say that like you’re proud of it or something,” Yelena commented, wrinkling her nose, and Kate simply looked at Carol in awe.

  “Gosh, I wish I could’ve done that,” Kate stated, utterly impressed, and Yelena scoffed, rolling her eyes at the definitive awe in Kate’s voice.

  “Of course you would,” Yelena snarked in reply, and Tony raised his hands as he interrupted finally. He had surprisingly managed to stay quiet for a long while.

  “Okay, okay! Let’s start the movie!” Tony spoke up in that bossy tone, clapping his hands as the lights went down.

  “FRIDAY, turn on Top Gun for us,” Tony commanded, and the AI immediately flicked on the movie, the beginnings of it starting to go on the screen.

  “Who died and made you king?” Yelena asked, and Kate huffed, grinning, and Clint raised an eyebrow, waiting for Tony’s answer.

  And of course, as usual, Tony was quickly ready with a response.

  “It’s my compound. So automatic king privileges, peasant,” Tony simply replied, and Yelena narrowed her eyes in irritation, settling back down against Natasha as she remained luxuriously lounged against her.

  As the beginning of the movie started, Monica looked over at Carol, leaning nearer to her so that her lips were near her ear and so that no one would hear their conversation.

  “I take it that it was your turn to pick the movie,” Monica whispered to Carol, and Carol huffed, grinning widely as she shrugged.

  “Now why would you say a thing like that?” Carol questioned, grinning widely and slyly in a manner resembling the Cheshire cat with the smugness in it. Monica rolled her eyes, leaning into Carol’s shoulder a little harder with her own as she settled in comfortably, and Carol huffed, grinning as she adjusted her arm to sit behind Monica’s shoulders.

  Monica could not help but feel a strange calmness and happiness come over her as she settled next to her aunt. Even though it was awkward meeting her weird team considering that most of them were people that Monica did not know in the least, it was nice to get an opportunity to spend some time with Carol in her element.

  Once they settled in, after a moment, they all quieted down a little, and they started watching the movie, getting into it.

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       “You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain!” Carol sang wholeheartedly, holding up a fake microphone that was basically just her fist balled up. Kate immediately piped in with her, their collective favorite part coming up as they went for it.

  “Da, da, da, da!” Kate dove right in, going for the piano noises, and Carol moved her head to the beat, getting fully into it.

  They had gotten further into the movie, and so far, the thing was just a constant reminiscence for Monica. It was a movie that had always painfully reminded her of Carol, and now that she had her next to her while watching it, it was like having two of her aunt.

  “Too much love drives a man insane!” Carol went again, and Monica could not help but laugh, too many memories of her mother and Carol singing that very same song together. Kamala’s eyes were wide, and she was thoroughly interested in the entire thing, paying far more attention to Carol than the movie before them.

  “Da, da, da!” Clint added in with Kate for the next one, and Kate grinned widely at him, and he shrugged with a slight smirk, obviously having been a bit of a Top Gun fan himself.

  “You break my will!” Carol let loose, bobbing her head with Kate’s follow-up.

  “Da, da,” Kate went with it, and Carol laughed before sobering swiftly to sing again.

  “Oh, what a thrill!” Carol sang.

  “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!” Carol, Kate, and Clint sang together, Clint adding in a little more loudly than before along with them.

  “Lovely… A movie and a serenade. How did I get so lucky?” Tony questioned, and Steve shot him a disapproving look, unhappy that he had so inconsiderately disrespected his girlfriend’s obvious skills. Tony just rolled his eyes in reply to him, and Kate quickly interrupted them.

  “I didn’t know you were a Top Gun fan!” Kate excitedly acknowledged, practical heart eyes just gleaming as she looked at him. Clint, blissfully unaware as per usual, just shrugged with a slight smirk.

  “I might have been a bit fond of it back in the day,” Clint admitted, and Carol leaned forward a little to look at him.

  “Hey, no shame in that,” Carol flashed him a thumbs-up and a toothy grin, and Kamala remained just gaping at her, a smile of pure awe on her face as she looked at her.

  “Oh, my gosh, you are a really good singer,” Kamala complimented, speaking up as Clint and Kate went into some conversation about their unexpected yet shared love of Top Gun, and Carol just chuckled warmly, puffing up just barely with the praise.

  “Nah, I’m not that good of one. Just a passionate one. And trust me, passion rarely equals skill,” Carol chuckled, and Kamala nodded as if she were taking in some manner of gospel truth.

  Immediately, Monica felt some odd pang in her chest, remembering a point in time when she had experienced the exact same feelings about her aunt.

  She had used to be just like Kamala, thinking that Carol was an undefeatable hero that could do no wrong. And this was before Carol even had superpowers. Monica had absolutely adored her.

  And while she still loved her a ton, she found herself weirdly jealous of the fact that Kamala was able to have this Carol in a completely untainted way. She was happy for the kid, but at the same time, it was a reminder of what she did not have when she was Kamala’s age.

  As a teenager, Monica had her mother, and her mother was perfect, but she had wanted to have Carol, too. She was supposed to have both of them. They were her family.

  However, she resolved to keep these thoughts to herself, knowing that it was not Kamala’s fault. It was just her own feelings of sadness and abandonment affecting her.

  It still did not stop the slight sting when she saw Carol eating the attention up, though.

  They quieted down some as they watched the movie, still greatly enjoying the scene playing out before them, and Carol slid her arm down just a little further, her hand barely touching Monica’s shoulder as she subtly tried to bring a little more contact between them. Monica just wished that she would more fully touch her shoulder since some part of her deep within still wanted at least a little hugs and cuddles from her aunt.

  “Headphones,” Carol directed Kamala suddenly, interrupting Monica’s thoughts, and Kamala complied as Goose’s wife stated her infamous line. As soon as it was over, Carol reached from Monica’s shoulder and tapped Kamala to let her know. She slid them off, listening to the last go-around of the song.

  So far, poor Kamala had been putting on her headphones for what seemed like every few minutes. However, she did not mind. After all, she got to spend time with her favorite hero, and that was completely worth it in her book.

  They burst into song all over again for the final part of the song, and to Carol’s surprise, the rest of the group chimed in. Yelena halfheartedly did mostly because Natasha was, but most of them were fairly enthusiastic about it surprisingly. Even Tony was somewhat invested despite his prior snark about Carol’s singing.

  Monica’s eyes just went wide as Carol’s grin grew larger, and they all contributed except for Monica as she remained completely shocked at the entire thing and the uproar of noise assaulting her ears at the moment.

  “Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!!!” they all cried loudly, and Carol and a few of the others clapped enthusiastically, laughing heartily. Even Tony had to grin about it as he patted Peter’s back and squeezed his shoulder affectionately.

  “Headphones,” Kate took her turn warning Kamala, and Kamala pulled them on.

  As soon as Kamala did, Carol smirked a little, far too pleased with herself as she thought of something. She wet her lips a little, casting a glance at Steve just barely before waiting for Maverick and Charlie to get to their scene sitting on the motorcycle.

  Monica noticed the look on her face, and she narrowed her eyes, catching on swiftly that something was going on with her aunt. Carol was scheming, and she had no idea what was about to happen. All she knew was that it would not be long until she found out.

  As soon as the line started, Carol took her opportunity.

  “Steve, you big stud. Take me to bed or lose me forever,” Carol quoted at the same time as Charlie on the movie, changing the name Maverick to Steve instead, and Steve’s eyes instantly looked like they were going to pop out of his head as his mouth fell wide open.

  Tony immediately wolf-whistled, and Peter turned fifty shades of red. Monica held her head in her hand as she remained in complete disbelief that Carol had literally just said that, a deep sigh passing between her lips as she shut her eyes and got her answer about what Carol had been plotting. Clint just groaned deeply, shaking his head but laughing a little, nevertheless.

  Kate was somewhere between shriveling with embarrassment and giggling ridiculously since Top Gun happened to be one of her favorite movies. Natasha was smirking widely, enjoying the comment’s effect on Steve, and Yelena looked utterly disgusted.

  “What’s going on?!” Kamala spoke up a little too loudly because of the headphones wrapped around her ears, eager to get some idea of what the drama was considering that it seemed to be about her favorite person in the room in there. She tried her best to look over at Carol and figure things out. Carol was just grinning winningly and far too smugly at this point. Steve was almost as red as Peter right about then.

  “You don’t want to know,” Yelena muttered tiredly, knowing Kamala could not hear her but nevertheless making her feelings known.

  However, as Yelena caught Kate’s definitive glance at Clint before she quickly changed her line of sight to somewhere safer, Yelena could not resist messing with her despite her disgust.

  “What are you looking so embarrassed about?” Yelena questioned, her voice somewhat quiet before she leaned across Natasha to get closer to Kate with an evil smirk.

  “You are just jealous because she had the courage to actually say what you’ve always wanted to,” Yelena whispered softly, just loud enough for Kate to hear but gentle enough to keep Clint from overhearing.

  Kate’s eyes widened, and she lifted her hand swiftly to cover Yelena’s mouth on an impulse. Yelena’s eyes widened in utter horror and disgust, and Natasha chuckled heartily, thoroughly enjoying Kate’s surprising action to defend herself. It was around that time that Kamala took off her headphones, uncertain but risking it for a short moment to try to figure out what was going on with the group.

  Kate jerked her hand away at the unpredictable look in Yelena’s eyes. Yelena immediately pulled back in horror, withdrawing so that she was cuddled into Natasha’s side again.

  “What is wrong with you?!”

  “I’m sorry—”

  “I don’t know where your hands have been, and worst of all, you have Kate Bishop germs!! And those don’t wash off! And you put them on my mouth!!!!” Yelena dramatically wailed, wiping her mouth furiously with her hand to try to remove any hints of Kate’s hand.

  However, despite her better judgement and the knowledge that Yelena could get her back at any point. Kate could not help but laugh a little and smirk lightly as she noticed Clint and Natasha both shooting her approving looks. Clint had not even gotten in on what the entire thing was about, but he was more than happy to enjoy something at Yelena’s expense even though he usually sided with Yelena in these sorts of things.

  Kamala laughed as she got a general idea of what had happened, and Natasha could not help but laugh more fully as well, the kid’s laughter being contagious on top of the fact that she found the entire thing extremely humorous anyway. Yelena narrowed her eyes, and huffed, almost poking her bottom lip out.

  “Natashka… It’s not funny,” Yelena whined as she noted Natasha’s grin, and Natasha shook her head, mustering a mockingly serious look on her face as she kissed Yelena’s forehead.

  “Of course not.”

  Monica shook her head from where she had observed the entire scene a small distance away. This group was extremely chaotic, and at this point, she was not truly sure what to think.

  But Carol loved them, so she would do her best. Even if they were a little loud and insane for her taste.

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      “I hate this part,” Kate commented, tears in her eyes, and Natasha pulled her close as she wrapped her arm around her. Even Yelena did not have the heart to shoot her a look as she just cuddled into Natasha’s other side, her eyes glued sorrowfully to the screen. Clint looked at Kate softly, reaching over to squeeze her shoulder softly.

  By now, they had gotten further into the movie and had reached what was likely the saddest part of the entire thing.

  “No… Goose,” Peter painedly trailed off, just staring at the screen, and Tony’s lips remained in a thin, tired line as he looked at the scene and patted Peter on the back affectionately in an attempt to reassure him.

  Kamala was just staring at the entire thing, completely baffled and a little confused since she had only been able to pick up bits and pieces of things. She was extremely sad, but the smaller nuances of the movie were a little mysterious to her since she had not been able to hear quite a few things in the movie.

  Carol was looking horribly regretfully at the screen, and Steve’s jaw was clenched, a strange presence of tears in his eyes as he stared straight ahead. Monica just eyed the movie sadly, not about to cry over it, but still hating the part for how it killed off Goose.

  Carol laced her free hand with Steve’s, offering him a silent yet sturdy support. His larger hand somewhat dwarfed hers, and he rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb softly, swallowing hard as he tried to keep from being too emotional. The entire thing reminded him far too much of when he thought he had lost Bucky.

  However, just as Monica wished that Carol would feel a little more confident to bring her closer, Carol suddenly let her hand drop fully against Monica’s shoulder as she tugged her nearer unexpectedly, and Monica could not help but pause a bit in surprise as she glanced just barely at Carol. Nevertheless, she did not question the entire thing, leaning into the affection somewhat as she took what she was offered without any complaint.

  But she could not help the smile that built on her face inevitably at the touch.

  Unfortunately, Carol noticed it quickly, and she raised an eyebrow as she leaned in toward her to whisper to her softly to keep their conversation between them. Or well, between them and Peter, Carol supposed.

  “This is a very emotional scene, you know. It’s almost sacrilegious to be smiling right now,” Carol told her with a gentle amused huff in her ear, and Monica shook her head, looking at her as she whispered in reply to her.

  “I wasn’t. I was just—”

  “Look, Monica, there’s no shame in wanting more closeness. I mean… If I read that right, of course. Because I want it, too,” Carol interjected, a genuineness in her gaze.

  Monica sucked in a breath, staring at her in utter bafflement. She was truly unable to believe that Carol had actually figured it out so quickly. She thought she had done a far better job of hiding it.

  Somehow, Carol had always been able to read her when she was young, and it must have carried through into adulthood even though Carol had not been there for the majority of her life. Monica supposed some things just never changed.

  “Yeah… Umm… Just maybe we take it slow,” Monica finally responded, not sure if she wanted to go back to their previous level of closeness from when she was young. She wanted more contact with her, but she was not sure about doing it so quickly and so much at one time. Carol luckily seemed entirely and unquestioningly understanding of it.

  “Absolutely. Is this okay?” Carol questioned tilting her head down a little as she gestured at their current position. Monica nodded her head quickly, encouraging her wholeheartedly.

  “Yeah. This is perfect,” Monica nodded, and Carol smiled gently at her, nodding as the grin grew steadily. She angled her chin down to her chest for a moment before lifting her head and attempting to sober a little.

  Tonight really had been perfect so far. Even if everyone looked like they were going to cry their eyes out at any moment.

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       Eventually, they finally finished the movie, and everyone stood up to shake Monica’s hand and offer her a more official goodbye. To her surprise, Natasha had actually even leaned in and offered her a very brief hug.

  “I’ve never seen her this happy. I’m really glad you’ve found each other again,” Natasha had whispered to her softly and kindly, and Monica had been utterly baffled, the words sticking with her as she realized the precise impact that she somehow managed to have had on Carol.

  She had then pulled away, and they all let them go as Carol walked her back to her car and they talked about the events of the night.

  “So I take it that you didn’t appreciate the stud comment earlier?” Carol questioned jokingly, and Monica groaned, the secondhand embarrassment of that one coming over her all over again. Carol laughed out loud, getting all of the response that she needed from Monica’s sigh alone.

  “That was atrocious.”

  “Look, it could’ve been worse,” Carol pointed out, and Monica huffed lightly, knowing that she was probably right. Carol could be positively incorrigible at best.

  “I have no doubt of that, unfortunately,” Monica acknowledged, and Carol grinned with a laugh as they stopped beside Monica’s car.

  They slowly grew quiet as a silence settled. They just looked at each other quietly, studying one another, and Carol smiled gently as she offered her a onceover. Monica finally looked down at the jacket, suddenly remembering the fact that she had to give it back. She straightened a little, starting to grab at it to pull it off of her.

  “I guess I should be giving this back to you,” Monica started to tell her, but Carol quickly shook her head.

  “Actually, no,” Carol stopped her, and Monica paused in the midst of pulling the jacket off.

  “No?”

  “No. I want you to keep it,” Carol expressed softly, and Monica’s eyes widened just barely as she furrowed her brow in surprise, her arms dropping as the jacket slid back into place around her shoulders.

  “Why?” Monica asked, completely confused as she tried to understand why Carol did not want her favorite jacket in the world back.

  “Because… It’s my promise,” Carol told her as she stepped just a little closer, her eyes boring holes into Monica’s. Monica just stared at her, utterly shocked.

  “But we already met again. You already came back,” Monica tried to tell her and Carol reached out to her and took the lapels of the jacket in her hand firmly in a gesture reminiscent of the last time that they had parted ways. Carol shook her head, searching Monica’s gaze in a way that felt like she was looking straight through her and into her soul.

  “Yeah, but it wasn’t a one-time promise. You keep that jacket, and it’s a promise that I’ll always come back for you,” Carol explained, dead seriousness in her tone despite the love and affection in her eyes.

  At this point, tears were welling up in Monica’s eyes to the point that she almost could not see through them, and Carol was a blur.

  However, she quickly found herself in Carol’s arms, and as soon as she felt them around her, she pushed herself against her as hard as she could, wrapping her in the tightest of holds. Carol just stood there sturdily, holding her up as she rubbed her back comfortingly and rocked them softly as they stood there in each other’s arms.

  “I love you, Monica. And I’m never leaving you again. Not for as long as I’m alive,” Carol vowed, her voice gentle in its emotion yet strong in its conviction. Monica held her tightly, burying her face in her neck as she swallowed hard.

  “I love you, too,” Monica whispered, and they just stood there holding one another.

  Things were still a little odd between them, but now she knew that they would have plenty of opportunities to take care of that oddness. And no one knew what tomorrow would bring, but Monica found herself hoping despite everything.

  After all, Carol was still her hero, and Monica guessed she always would be. No matter what.

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[whoreiaki-kakyoin]

What are your beliefs on God?

Ohhhhh pal, that’s a complicated one. I was raised Catholic and was pretty devout for most of my life. I’m talking peppy youth retreat leader devout. As I’ve gotten older, read stuff about church history and doctrines, come to terms with my identity as a queer person, started dating someone who’s pansexual and trans… my views have changed a lot.

As far as god, half the time I’m really not sure if there’s one up there or not. I think, or at least hope, that if there is, they’re genuinely…. A god who cares about all people, not one who enables prejudice. I don’t really think the institution of the church and what it’s become would represent what a god like that would want. But half of me thinks I’m just clinging to it because it’s strange to slip away from beliefs I’ve held my whole life. So the answer is yes but actually kind of…. No.

To any Christians who may read this, please know I mean no disrespect. I think there’s validity to a lot of the teachings the Church stands for, but that so many self proclaimed Christians have warped what those really are and used them for their own gain. I’m figuring out what my own personal relationship with religion is and what that means, but it’s never ever my intention to invalidate what anyone believes. I don’t know better than anyone else what deities may or may not exist and it’s not my place to say anyone is or is not correct.

#if I would skip down the halls for morning wakeup happily belting out morning songs um. no I wouldn’t? #I’m not a morning person but y’all wouldn’t believe what some coffee would do #I’d get up and caffeinated we’d have morning team meeting and then wake everyone else #oh hard hitting questions tonight huh? #anyway you look at how church doctrines and teachings have been used to hurt people who are different. women/poor people/gay people/etc #and you start to think…. why am I working so hard for something that tells me the way I love isn’t ok? #a church that wouldn’t let me marry the person I love? #sorry this is so long I’ve been having a lot of thoughts about this in the past few months being home with my Very Catholic family #get to know me I guess 😅 #got mail 💌 #borntoask #religion #religion mention #religious trauma #maybe? kind of. I’ll tag in case

[menacing-anon]

As promised, here I am going through some of Fatou and Kieu My’s argument at the end of 6x08... 🤔

I already wrote a whole separate post about this idea, which can be summarized as... Kieu My isn’t doing anything new, so if Fatou doesn’t know her now, did she ever know her?

With no disrespect to Fatou, I wonder when Kieu My played games or put on a fake smile that night.

My response is “sometimes?”, because I would say that it’s an understatement; Constantin’s mistreatment of the Cash Queens is pretty consistent. He was only nice to Fatou one (1) time: tonight, and even then, his behaviour was less than ideal. And Fatou reacts in a way I love - through being teared up and tense, she chuckles, briefly and almost silently, then gives a little nod.

Wait, what? So Kieu My wanted to explain this to Fatou, but decided against it because Fatou didn’t pay attention to what Kieu My was saying on one (1) occasion, after which she apologized and said that she was tired?

This whole bit isn’t an issue with the way this conversation was written, but with the existence of this subplot. As other viewers have written, it portrays a bisexual character as an infidel, which is a stereotype. And in terms of the story, it a) isn’t necessary, because Kieu My and Fatou clearly have lots of other reasons to argue, and b) is never brought up again. It’s what prompted Fatou to leave the party, but it’s not as if she needed to leave that party at that moment to have an argument with Kieu My.

Not only is this a pretty appropriate response, but I also love how Nhung delivers the line. She says it quietly and sadly, sort of like to herself, like it’s a realization spoken aloud rather than a question or an accusation. It seems like Kieu My should be the one saying “I don’t know you anymore” 😶 Totally unrelated, but her eyeliner is really visible in this shot and I like it 😅

Mmmgggmgmm... this one’s a reach. I just checked, and it lay screen down when Kieu My got a notification. The text didn’t catch Fatou’s eye - she took the phone and read it, and the next ones as they appeared.

Oh, okay; let me maybe cross out and replace my notes on what “it” is about, because... y’all are parkouring from topic to topic. *talk about things* *talk about other things* “Here’s what this really about: [an unrelated thing].” And anyway, I didn’t think Fatou had a problem with this? Kieu My left because Fatou was kind of rude in response to her respectfully trying to help Fatou and asking about her problems, and Fatou understood this and apologized. Kieu My said that it’s okay between them, and that maybe they could talk some other time, the last part being the reason I don’t react the same way to her next few lines about not being Fatou’s distraction. Kieu My said they could talk later, and now that they are, she makes her points, but Fatou making this accusation in the first place takes me by surprise.

A Recap of The Topics So Far:

Kieu My’s friends, games, and fake smile; Fatou not listening; Kieu My’s chat with Maya; Kieu My leaving Fatou on Tuesday; and now Kieu My opening up. In any case, I don’t know what she means... when did Fatou leave her “standing there”? Almost every time Kieu My talked about herself, Fatou paid attention and responded appropriately.

Streaming this clip live must’ve been like,

Topic 6 has entered the chat, and it’s... this? What is Fatou even referring to? The fact that she liked Kieu My before Kieu My made any moves? I don’t think so, because it’s strange to accuse a person of not knowing somebody was interested in them, especially since for a time in season five, Fatou didn’t want Kieu My to find out how Fatou felt. I guess Fatou is talking about 6x04, when she kept trying to get in touch with Kieu My to no avail, and, at that rate, maybe also her ignored table tennis invitation. This all happened weeks ago, though, and Kieu My has been opening up to Fatou ever since. Why is Fatou bringing it up now? It’s not great that I can’t really tell what they’ve been talking about for the past few lines 😐

Topic 7 - yeah, a great point, and it’s frustrating that it took Kieu My and Fatou so long to arrive at it, but I would be pretty fine with that in the end if they actually acted on it from then on. Instead, though, they basically don’t resolve any of their issues - even with Kieu My saying this and Fatou mentioning it again later - and that’s even more frustrating! Here’s a short post about that, and this relevant meme from after the Aquarius reunion clip 😐 Also, Fatou has actually tried to talk about their issues and take resposibility for her actions more than Kieu My, which I write about in this post (though it also includes events that take place after this clip).

What does this mean now? That in Fatou’s world, problems are resolved without communicating? That Kieu My and Fatou don’t talk about their problems, so Fatou isn’t part of the world where Kieu My does communicate? That Kieu My isn’t letting Fatou into her life in general?... Me @ the folks who live in the world where everyone understands this:

This season has space references throughout, and that’s cool, but this comes off pretty melodramatic to me 😅

Long story short, I don’t like this conversation because its content is difficult to follow, and kind of inconsequential in the story, especially for an argument that is so intense and takes so long to move past. Ideally, this would have been clearer, and built up and resolved much better.

(The screenshots are from drucktranslations 🙂)

#druck #druck season 6 #druck season 6 rewatch #my post

[theehoodprincess]

My girl asked me to give her head and I told her I’d come over tonight since her parents going out...any tips? (I’ve never given a girl head before obviously lol) 😅

Ahem, a question I’m actually prepared for 💃🏽

Okay so for one the clit is normally sensitive (duh, there’s like 10,000 nerves or something there. don’t quote me on that I think it’s actually 8,000...anyways) but some girls have a suuuppeerr sensitive clit.

Take

Your

Time.

Slow licks and kisses at first until you see what she responds to and likes, tell her to be vocal bc if not it’s not super easy to tell what she does and doesn’t like.

WAIT, HOW DID I NOT DO HYGIENE FIRST 😐

Brush your fucking teeth, mouthwash etc. please don’t go giving head after eating chicken wings 🤦🏽‍♀️

If fingers come into play which they should. Your hands better be clean, no long nails, no dirty nails. That’s a no no.

when they do, your fingers should resemble that motion👆🏽(but with two fingers don’t shove your hand up there 🌝) when you feel that lil soft area, that’s what’s gone send her ass to heaven mkay? while you’re still workin your tongue that’s where your fingers need to be.

whenever you get comfortable in the motion of all this (it can be before or after fingers come into play) get to the clit. the only reason I said to wait is because of how sensitive it is. So if you want to check and see if you need to wait lick and suck on it lightly and if she can’t take it just wait and be gentle with it.

I know the books, movies and posts tell you to drive her crazy and go crazy on the clit etc but if it’s the first time for both of you. Take your time the more often you do it and talk about it with her after the more you can improve and cater to what she like specifically 😌

Not gone lie to you this advice a lil all over the place but as long as you take your time and do it like I said and add in whatever you pick up based on how she responds no matter the sequence, you’ll be good.

Also, moan when you give her head. It’s good to pleasure her but when she can see you get pleasure out of doing it for her it makes it even better. Grab the thighs too, we love da thighs :) and/or a tiddy for emotional support.

Idk (I say that at the end of giving come body advice because then if it goes to shit y’all can’t blame me) but if it goes well you’re welcome 🥰

The most important out of all these tips is to be clean and remember the g spot, das like part of the key to her soul. Don’t forget it.

Okay byeeee and good luck

[cuubism]

friday fic update number 4! 

dissolution 2. i once said i wanted to be able to post this in September. that may have been wildly overambitious 😅 don’t think i made any progress on this this week at all, alas

wc: 9.7k/60k

here’s a snippet. look at all that PLOT 😄

As always when he was dealing with the Clave, Magnus considered declining out of hand, or at least making them beg for his help. But Alec had seemed genuinely concerned by whatever Jia had told him.

Ten dead, she had said.

“What’s the issue?” he asked.

“A demon.”

Magnus raised an eyebrow, even though she couldn’t see him. “Demons are rather your specialty, aren’t they?”

Alec snorted.

“I could say the same of you,” Jia retorted. “This demon is… powerful. It’s terrorizing London and foiling the local Institute’s attempts to banish it. Ten Shadowhunters have died trying.”

Magnus could hear how much she hated admitted the Shadowhunters couldn’t handle something. He let himself revel in it for a moment.

“And you think I can do it?” he asked.

“You have a recent track record of destroying powerful demons. If anyone has the expertise, it’s you. The Clave would like you and Alec to go to London, liaise with the Institute, and stop this demon before anyone else is hurt. You’ll have the full resources of the London Institute at your disposal, as well as those of the Clave, should you need them.”

“And if I say no?”

He could almost hear Jia grit her teeth, and took a little thrill of joy from it.

“You’re aware I could order your husband to go anyway.”

mini bang. this one’s almost done though so that’s something!! actually really excited for when i get to share this in august. ooh and it has a real title now. nice

wc: 16k/18k  (oooh can i finish it tonight? 👀👀👀)

in the palm of your hand ch 5. rly owe everyone an update on this but well.... it still has a ways to go 😑 even tho it’s fully outlined! ahhhh

wc: 3k/9k 

have fun this weekend y’all, make some cool stuff, watch some cool stuff, etc ⭐

#my writing #friday fic update

[hiphop-rap-and-basketball]

rookie year | chapter 5

• a lamelo ball fanfic by hiphop-rap-and-basketball •

Pairing: LaMelo Ball x fem!reader

Word count: 3,460+

A/N: Let’s just pretend that preseason just ended and it’s the actual season now. And let’s pretend like I know wtf I���m writing about when it comes to basketball. This chapter was a lil challenging 🤣 I told y’all I didn’t know shit 💀💀😅 , Ik in real life they play against certain teams from certain parts of the country but yeah💀 this my story and this is how it’s going LMAO enjoy loves I actually like this chapter but I really like every chapter I’ve written so far 😂 and like I said dates aren’t super significant I just wanted to add them to make a better understanding of a timeline, anyway carry on 😌

Wednesday, September 18th 2019

You were looking forward to this day ever since Melo gave you and Tristan the tickets last week. You made sure your schedule was all cleared up for the evening so you had enough time to get ready for the game.

You oddly felt some pressure about how you looked. I mean, yeah Melo knows who you are but that does not mean all eyes are on you. It was a basketball game but nonetheless you still wanted to feel good about what you had on and how you did your make up.

You spent the early morning editing photos. You had finally got Melo’s photos edited and finished so you sent them all to him. You awaited his response. While doing so, you got ready for the shoot you had today.

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: oh my god these look amazing camera girl.

You feel a grin grow on your lips.

You: I’m so happy you love them!😊

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: I really do. Can I tag you if I post them?

You were unsure how you felt about him openly giving you credit. It kind of scared you knowing if he tagged you it might bring an influx of followers you may not be ready for.

You: it’s okay, you don’t have to. you’ve shown enough appreciation and I’m really grateful for it. Thank you Melo.

You decide to double text.

You: I’m so excited for tonight, I’ve been looking forward to it. Feels good to have a reason to get out of the house and do something fun for me for once. Well, for us.

You await his response. Feeling a tad bit like you shared too much information, you avoid looking at your phone for a while. It was the honest truth. It was hard to get Tristan out of the house most days when he was too tired from work.

You prepared lunch before you head out or your shoot. The shoot you had planned today was a couple shoot scheduled for two hours. It gave you just enough time to get back, shower and change before the game and edit some of their picture before Tristan came to pick you up.

During this shoot, you enjoyed your time with this couple as they were kind enough to share their story on how they got together. The two of them being gender fluid and using they/them pronouns, they shared with you how they went through so many struggles before coming to terms with their identity. By the end of your shoot, their story had you in tears. Their love was so very real and it obviously showed strongly in the photos.

“Well thank you two so much for your time. Thank you for sharing with me your love story,” nodded at them both as you spoke.

“Why of course,” one of them stated. “Are you in a relationship?” They asked.

The question caught you off guard and you looked to the ground.

“Yes, yes I am. It’s been a bit rocky lately but I hope we’re working through it,” you shrugged.

“Well they better be treating you like the Queen you are. You deserve to be recognized for your beauty and kindness,” they smiled.

“Oh stop I’ve cried enough are you kidding? Thank you so much,” you exclaimed and they both erupt in laughter.

They go on their way and you do to. You had an exciting evening to look forward to.

You finally checked your phone.

Melo 🕺🏾🛸💯: Are you Fr? I’m glad you’re excited. I’ll have to play even harder now to make it worth your while 🤣 camera girl how you out here taking pictures of everyone but not going nowhere? Nah nah nah you got places to see!!!

Tristan 😊❤️: Pick you up at 6pm? The game starts at 7pm

You looked at the clock, it was 4pm. You had just enough time to hurry tf up! Move girl!

You rushed home and got straight into the shower, scrubbing your body with a sugar scrub, shaving and then using body wash. Washing your hair and rushing to make sure your entire body was clean. You huffed when you got out, wishing you had at least shaved in the morning to save you the effort right now. You checked the clock and luckily you were doing good on time.

After your shower you used the same scent for your lotion and perfume. Putting the outfit on Melo said was the best. You kept your make up look pretty smooth and natural the way you liked it. It had been a while since you had worn make up since you stopped worrying about it on shoots because your foundation would always rub off onto your camera screen when you were shooting.

Finally feeling content with your look, you looked at the time.

5:58pm

Just in time, thank heavens. Gathering your purse together. You looked at your camera bag for a moment. It felt funny to leave the house without it. Nonetheless, you were so excited to be going out and doing something fun.

Tristan😊❤️: Here

You locked up your apartment and headed down the elevator. Alone on the trip down, you thought about how you had been alone in the elevator with Melo a couple times at this point. You thought about how he was in a locker room in a huge arena surrounded by so many people about to play an NBA game.

You made your way out of the elevator and found your boyfriend pulled up in his car, you opened the door and sat in the front seat, settling in and clicking on your seatbelt.

“Hey,” you greet him by giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Woah hello, you smell really nice,” he complimented.

“Thank you,” you grin. “You excited?”

“Hell yeah, let’s get it.”

The drive there was smooth. Getting closer to fall in North Carolina meant dusk would be approaching sooner. Approaching the huge arena made it feel even more unreal. After struggling to get in the busy parking garage, you both got out of the car ready to make your way in the stadium. You looked Tristan up and down for a moment, admiring his outfit.

“You look good,” you say quietly.

He smiles, “thanks, you like the new shoes? Nothing crazy,” he smirks and you roll your eyes.

“And how many does that make now in the collection? 50?” You reply.

“Actually, 55,” he retorts proudly and you snort.

“Oh my gosh, let’s go you hooligan,” you laugh and the two of you are off and into getting your tickets checked and your pat down going into the arena. Your heart rate increased as the excitement was starting to kick in. You felt it was kinda cool knowing Melo gave you the tickets and no one had an idea about it

“You want a snack?” Tristan asked.

“Hell yeah,” you reply. “I want some nachos.”

“Ol hungry ass,” he smacked his lips.

“Shut upppp,” you drag. “You got them for me? I’m about to go find our seats.”

“Noooo, wait for me,” he says.

“That’s what I thought,” you smirk.

You got your nachos and happily munched on some while you made your way down to your seats. You were both in awe at the atmosphere. The energy in the stadium was insane and the game was just about to start.

You looked around, taking in how many people were around you. It was definitely over a thousand. You took your phone out and snapped a couple of pictures. You happily ate your snack and sipped on your drink.

Court side seats were really only a couple rows ahead of you. You were very close.

The silence between Tristan and you was drowned out by the people around you chatting with one another. The crowd immediately was silenced when the lights shut off. Then suddenly the stadium was 10 times louder.

The players were introduced as they came running out. You watched as each one of them walked onto the court as you listened out for their names being listed.

When Melo’s name was announced, you yelled an inaudible cheer while lifting the drink you had in your hand up in the air before taking a sip.

They did their warm-up drills and soon began. The lights were back on and you could see clearly now. You watched intensely, as this was all so new to you.

“This is way too good,” Tristan exclaimed. “I love this.”

You looked at him and smiled then looked back on the court.

You could not help but keep your eyes on Melo the whole time. Besides the fact that he was really the only player you knew, he was also really good. You could immediately see how focused he was. It made getting into the game more interesting for you.

“Damn, I gotta use the bathroom,” Tristan states and you laugh.

“Already? You should’ve went before the game started, you’ll miss it.” you tease.

“I know I know, I’ll be right back,” he stated and gets up quickly, swiftly making his way past the other people’s knees in the row.

You sat by yourself now, still watching the game intensely. The refs called a foul, and the game stopped for a moment, Melo stood close to you and you felt your heart rate increase, wondering if he would see you or if he even knew where you guys were sitting.

You watch as his eyes go from the refs to finding you, a smile grew on his face as he noticed you then it quickly faded when he cocked a brow and nodded his head at you sitting alone.

“Bathroom,” you mouth the words and he nods his head and mouth the words “oh,” before quickly turning his attention back to the game.

It only took seconds after for about 3 people in front of you to turn their head to look back at Melo acknowledging you. You had to think fast, so you quickly turned your head to look back as well, acting as if you too were wondering who he was talking to in the crowd of hundreds behind you.

You turn your head back around and see everyone focused on the game again. You laugh to yourself, taking a bite from your nachos.

With your legs crossed now and eyes on the game, you keep your focus strong as the points start racking up.

You notice Melo acknowledge a player on the opposite team. He’s tall as well with similar features as Melo. You wonder if that is his brother. The two of them both appear on the big screen.

“We have a sibling rivalry here today, Lonzo and Melo Ball going head to head tonight. Let’s see who takes in the win.”

Well, that answers that.

Your removed from your thoughts when your boyfriend comes back, drink and hotdog in his hand. You watch as he settles in.

“Got hungry, what’d I miss?”

“Couple home runs were made, that’s about it,” you joked, horrible at that.

“You’re hilarious,” he rolls his eyes.

Your attention went back to the game. As it went on and on, you watched as Melo scored in a variety of different ways. Free throws, 3 pointers, and.. yeah that was about all you knew he was doing.

“Okay I need to learn more,” you nudge Tristan. So what about if they score inside or outside of the 3 point line?”

“There’s 2 pointer, three pointers and the free throw line, girl I thought you did you research?” He laughs and you feel the heat run to your cheeks.

“Look… I was busy,” you trail off thinking about how the only research you did was looking and Melo’s Instagram again. Then maybe it was a little bit of research.. just a lil bit.

He shakes his head with a smile and remains silent.

Watching Melo play quickly became your favorite thing. You could not help but notice the way his curls bounced when he ran, the way his arms flexed when he went for a shot, him smiling at his other teammates, the beads of sweat that began forming on his forehead.

“Hey, you alright?” Tristan asked, snapping you out of your daydreams.

“Yeah, why?” You yell back as the crowd roared.

“You look out of it,” he half grins with a look of concern on his face.

“Hell nah I’m having a great time, I can’t believe we’re here.”

“Me neither..” he trails off, looking up and around above him.

Nearing halftime, the arena started clearing up as everyone headed for the exits and you decided to take a bathroom break. The two girls in front of you in-line both wore Jerseys that had ‘Ball’ as the last name on the back. Both with the number 2, one being for Melo’s jersey and the other for Lonzo’s.

“…He looks extra fine today,” the girl in Lonzo’s jersey began before heading into the stall.

“Melo’s cuter!” The other one declared, crossing her arms over her chest. Clearly not caring who heard her, some of the other ladies washing their hands chuckled, and you felt yourself joining them with a giggle.

“I agree,” a girl whispered, walking passed her with a smirk on her face.

You brought your finger tips to your mouth, holding back the biggest grin and holding back from saying,

Me too.

•••

Nearing the end of the game, Tristan grew restless. Going on his phone looking at other scores from the other NBA games that were live at this moment.

“How you looking at other scores when there’s game right in front of you?” You asked.

“Just how it goes,” he shrugs.

“I guess,” you shrugged while flicking your hair over your shoulder.

The game was close but the Hornets took the win with a score of 112-110. You wished you could speak with Melo after the game and tell him how you really enjoyed your time and watching him play. You were feeling so alive afterwards. But of course he was busy doing NBA player things so you decided you would wait to text him later.

It was 11pm by the time you were able to get out of the stadium parking garage, you both settled on fast food since everything was closing by now.

“What do you want to eat?” Tristan asked.

“I guess McDonald’s is is our only option now,” you laugh.

He shrugs, “I guess that works.”

“Did you have fun?” He asked.

“Yeah, did you?” You say.

“Yeah, I’d love to another game soon,” he says.

“Me too,” you agreed.

He remained silent for the rest of the ride afterwards. While the two of you ate in his car he scrolled through his phone until it was time to take you back home.

When he dropped you off, he gave you a quick peck on the lips goodbye without saying much. You sensed his energy was off but you had no desire to question it. When he got into his quiet mood you just figured it was him needed alone time after a long day so you just respected it.

You made it up to your apartment, walking into the darkness and plopping yourself on your couch, you pulled out your phone.

You: Great game tonight. Heard some girls in the bathroom talking about you and your brother . One of them said Lonzo was cuter. I agreed with her 🤷‍♀️

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯:

🤣🤣🤣🤣

And thank you 🕺🏾🛸💕

But I know you lying 🤣🤣🤣

You: Not at all. I even told her.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Nah nah nah 🤣🤣🤣

I’m the best looking Ball brother everybody know that

You: yeah?? Who’s everybody?

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: I might have to beat your ass camera girl🤣🤣

You: 🤣🤣 you wouldn’t

You got ready for bed even though you were still beaming with energy from the game.

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: You looked beautiful tonight.

You: Stoppp, you saw me?? When?? Thank you 😊

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: Maybe I did, you’re welcome 😊 thank you again for coming to the game. Let’s do another photoshoot soon.

Your heart rate increased with excitement, grateful as you were wondering if the two of you would work together again.

You: Just say the word! I’m more than happy to work around you. You know that.

You felt just an ounce of guilt rereading the conversation and realizing how flirty it came off. You gave your phone a rest for an hour or so while you tidied up before laying down for bed for the night.

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: did y’all do anything after the game?

You: nothing crazy just went to get McDonald’s lmao.

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: stop playing

You: I wish I was lmao

Melo 🛸🕺🏾💯: I would have taken you outtttt

I’m sorry im a lil drink rn

***drunk

If I was Tristan

You giggled at his text.

You: Drunk??!! Oooo LaMelo Ball I’m telling 😧

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Nooo please don’t

I’ll cash app you $100

Or Apple Pay

Please don’t tell my mama

You: Melo I’m kidding 🤣🤣

But I’ll take that $100

Jpjp💀💀

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯:

Apple Pay $100

You:

Apple Pay $100

Hell no Melo I was totally kidding

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Apple Pay $1000 Take itttt Oh shit I added and extra zero in there, oh well 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️🤪🤪🤣

You: Apple Pay $1000 Melo I’m deadass don’t 😂

Melo🛸🕺🏾💯: Apple Pay $1000 Don’t play with me I’ll send one million

You dial his number, slightly concerned with his antics.

“Heyyyy camera girl,” you hear him slur.

“Melo,” you blurted.

He does not respond but you hear music and chatter in the background and hear him greeting someone.

“Melo!” You say a little louder this time.

“Oh shit my bad, what’s up girl,” he says and his voice so relaxed you could not help but giggle.

“You don’t have to send me money. Seriously, I’m sorry for even joking about it,” you reply quickly.

His tone eased and sounding more concerned now.

“Oh Y/N why would you think you have to apologize for that? Seriously that’s my fault I was doing to much. I’m sorrry I’m kinda drinking right now-“

There goes that feeling when he said your name again.

“Well what’s drunk Melo up too?” You giggled.

“Hanging out with a couple of my dudes and some guys from the team…but hey I’m flying out of state tomorrow.. when you tryna do another shoot?”

We love a persistent man, you thought.

“Well, when do you get back?” You asked him while crossing your arms.

“Not until this upcoming Monday…” he trailed off.

“Well, you let me know what works best for you,” you say.

He pauses for a moment.

“You so cute,” he snickers.

“Melo!” You yell with a laugh and quickly bring your hand to your mouth. You felt the blood quickly rush to your face.

“You looked soooo good tonight, tell yo man Tris-“

Your eyes widened in pure fear.

“MELO!! Who you talking too-“ you heard a guy voice say right into your ear. Melo’s voice grew further before he could finish his statement. You assumed the guy the phone now.

“Oh hell-“ you start.

“Hello?” You heard the guys voice greet you calmly now.

“Umm, hi,” you reply shyly.

“Hey, don’t listen to him he’s had enough to drink. What’s your name sweetheart?” He asked.

“Depends who’s asking..?” You trail off.

“It’s Miles, look I’m sure you’re a sweet girl sorry for the troubles this young man is causing-“

“Give me my mufuckin’ phone-“ you hear Melo say and you can’t help but let out a another laugh. Oh how fun it seems it would to be hanging out with them right now.

“Hey camera girl you don’t have to tell him shit – I’m so sorry lemme call you back when I’m not faded- okay?”

“Camera girl?” You hear Miles voice question in the background.

“Don’t worry bout it,” Melo snaps at Miles.

“Okay,” you say while shaking your head. “Bye Melo,”

No way this shit was happening. Your phone vibrated immediately after the call ended.

Tristan 😊❤️ Good night darling 😊

“Nah I need a minute to take this shit in hold up,” you say out loud to yourself before you could even think about typing up a response to Tristan.

You walked out onto your patio and breathed in the fresh fall air. Admiring the view before laughing at yourself.

Life is a funny thing. Not even a month into living in your new apartment and your life was bringing you things you had never imagined would be happening to you.

______

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