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Bottoms (2023)

Clueless (1995)

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KEKE PALMER ━ Photographed by Greg Williams for British Vogue (July 22, 2022)

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Asha Ward: the youngest-ever writer on the staff of Saturday Night Live.

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19. "this is getting ridiculous" | Koffee x Reader

Summary: How can you be mad when you don't even know what you are to each other?

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1224

A/N: Yes, ma'am your eyes have not deceived you. I am publishing the rest of my Fictober fics in November. I had to take a break due to work and other stress. As an aside, y'all would jump me if you knew how long this was fully edited and sitting in my drafts simply because I'm too lazy to format lol.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly@prettymrswright@onyxstones-world

The weights clanged loudly as you threw the last set back onto the rack, rolling your eyes before you could stop yourself. The gym was empty and silent, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the sound of your own heavy breathing. You knew you were letting this get to you too much, but every time you tried to focus, your gaze drifted back to Mikayla—and each glance felt like another blow to your pride.

She was leaning against the wall, looking way too good for this time of night. Her short shorts showed off her toned legs and the sleek, lean muscles she worked hard for, her hazelnut skin almost glowing under the lights. Her sleeveless shirt clung to her, accentuating her strong shoulders and the smooth curves of her arms, the lines of her body nearly as sharp as your irritation. Her locs were thrown up in a casual bun, a few strands framing her face, and her low, brown eyes held that same half-lidded look she got after a tough workout—focused but somehow inviting, like she knew exactly the kind of effect she was having on you.

“Yuh naffi nothing to say?” Her voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality just as you’d started to reminisce on how those arms felt around you. Her tone was sharp but soft, like she was trying to act unbothered but wanted you to pick up on the frustration buried underneath.

You felt your mouth tighten as you glanced away, trying to ignore the pull of her stare. “Why would I have something to say?” you shot back, forcing your tone to stay light. But your words dropped heavily between you, weighted down by everything you’d been keeping quiet all week. “I don’t have anything to say, especially since you’ve been too busy to hear it anyway.”

Mikayla rolled her eyes before she pushed off the wall, crossing her arms. The sight made it harder to keep the irritation on your face instead of something else.

“Awah get yuh vex now?” she asked, tilting her head, her low-lidded gaze meeting yours as she waited. “Yuh cut yuh eye at me all week, but now yuh ah act shy when mi finally give yuh attention?”

You narrowed your eyes and gave a small, annoyed huff, doing the only thing that came to mind—you grabbed your clipboard off the equipment rack and tossed it a little too hard onto a nearby counter. The sound echoed, and you knew it was childish, but something in you just wanted her to see exactly how annoyed you were.

Mikayla’s footsteps approached, slow and measured, and you felt your heart stutter, thumping wildly as she came closer. She stopped just a few inches away, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. The way her eyes scanned your face, then dropped down to your clenched hands, was somehow both infuriating and magnetic. She was close enough now that you could smell a hint of coconut oil, and you tried not to let it get to you, not to let your nerves show.

A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in, her voice low and smooth. “This is gettin’ ridiculous,” she murmured, eyes never leaving yours. Her smirk widened as you swallowed, clearly enjoying every second of your discomfort. “Yuh jealous?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter over your chest, your cheeks suddenly feeling warm. “Why would I be jealous? I don’t care who you hang out with,” you replied, but the words tumbled out faster than you’d meant, and you hated how defensive they sounded. You tried to steady yourself, but with her this close, every little movement she made sent sparks through your whole body.

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, her tone lilting with teasing disbelief. “So why yuh so pressed?” She was laughing now, her gaze flicking between your eyes and the slight pout tugging at your mouth.

Your heart raced as you stammered, looking anywhere but at her. “I’m not pressed, you’re just…you’re the one who—” You broke off, your words dissolving under her steady stare.

Before you could stammer out another excuse, Mikayla’s hands found your shoulders, pressing you back until you felt the cool surface of the wall mirror against your back. Her fingers lingered on your shoulders, her touch grounding you even as it sent a wave of heat through your whole body.

"Yuh know…" she started, her voice low, calm, her eyes never leaving yours. "The new girl—she just here fi work. She not even interested in anyone here, especially me." She chuckled softly, amused by your reaction. "I gave her a ride home, because we live in the same apartment building… Along with her fiancé and two little boys.”

Hearing her say it out loud made you feel silly—though the jealousy that had been festering all week didn’t fade completely, it softened, replaced by something warmer and more unsettling as Mikayla’s gaze swept over your face.

Her smirk widened as she watched your expression shift. "A so? Now yuh quiet," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just admit it, you’re… jealous." Her words held a playful challenge, daring you to be honest.

You tried to pull it together, but your voice came out quieter than you intended. "I’m… I just don’t like seeing you leave with someone else," you admitted, finally meeting her gaze again. The way she looked at you now, like you were the only thing in the room worth her attention, made your heart race all over again.

Mikayla's gaze softened as she watched you, the teasing glint in her eyes melting into something warmer. Her hands slid down from your shoulders, trailing lightly along your arms until her fingers entwined with yours. She leaned in closer, her voice low and steady, making your pulse quicken.

“So what is this, then?” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin, her eyes searching yours. The teasing was gone, replaced with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the last bit of resistance in you unravel. "I… I want this to be more than whatever we’ve been pretending it is," you admitted, squeezing her hands gently. “I don’t want it to feel like something casual.”

A small smile played at her lips, as if she’d been waiting for you to say it all along. "Good…" she whispered, leaning even closer. “Because I wouldn’t like you with someone else either.”

With that, she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing softly against yours, and suddenly everything felt right. The kiss was slow, unhurried, her hands sliding up to cup your face, pulling you deeper as she kissed you like she had all the time in the world. The frustration, the jealousy, the awkward silences—all of it melted away, leaving only the warmth of her lips on yours, her steady heartbeat pressed against you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you a little breathless, she rested her forehead against yours, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her face. "So… we good now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You let out a quiet laugh, nodding as you looked up at her, feeling lighter than you had all week. "Yeah, we’re good."

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19. "this is getting ridiculous" | Koffee x Reader

Summary: How can you be mad when you don't even know what you are to each other?

Rating: PG-13

Genre: Romance, fluff, angst

Word Count: 1224

A/N: Yes, ma'am your eyes have not deceived you. I am publishing the rest of my Fictober fics in November. I had to take a break due to work and other stress. As an aside, y'all would jump me if you knew how long this was fully edited and sitting in my drafts simply because I'm too lazy to format lol.

Taglist: @lyfeofbilly@prettymrswright@onyxstones-world

The weights clanged loudly as you threw the last set back onto the rack, rolling your eyes before you could stop yourself. The gym was empty and silent, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the sound of your own heavy breathing. You knew you were letting this get to you too much, but every time you tried to focus, your gaze drifted back to Mikayla—and each glance felt like another blow to your pride.

She was leaning against the wall, looking way too good for this time of night. Her short shorts showed off her toned legs and the sleek, lean muscles she worked hard for, her hazelnut skin almost glowing under the lights. Her sleeveless shirt clung to her, accentuating her strong shoulders and the smooth curves of her arms, the lines of her body nearly as sharp as your irritation. Her locs were thrown up in a casual bun, a few strands framing her face, and her low, brown eyes held that same half-lidded look she got after a tough workout—focused but somehow inviting, like she knew exactly the kind of effect she was having on you.

“Yuh naffi nothing to say?” Her voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to reality just as you’d started to reminisce on how those arms felt around you. Her tone was sharp but soft, like she was trying to act unbothered but wanted you to pick up on the frustration buried underneath.

You felt your mouth tighten as you glanced away, trying to ignore the pull of her stare. “Why would I have something to say?” you shot back, forcing your tone to stay light. But your words dropped heavily between you, weighted down by everything you’d been keeping quiet all week. “I don’t have anything to say, especially since you’ve been too busy to hear it anyway.”

Mikayla rolled her eyes before she pushed off the wall, crossing her arms. The sight made it harder to keep the irritation on your face instead of something else.

“Awah get yuh vex now?” she asked, tilting her head, her low-lidded gaze meeting yours as she waited. “Yuh cut yuh eye at me all week, but now yuh ah act shy when mi finally give yuh attention?”

You narrowed your eyes and gave a small, annoyed huff, doing the only thing that came to mind—you grabbed your clipboard off the equipment rack and tossed it a little too hard onto a nearby counter. The sound echoed, and you knew it was childish, but something in you just wanted her to see exactly how annoyed you were.

Mikayla’s footsteps approached, slow and measured, and you felt your heart stutter, thumping wildly as she came closer. She stopped just a few inches away, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from her skin. The way her eyes scanned your face, then dropped down to your clenched hands, was somehow both infuriating and magnetic. She was close enough now that you could smell a hint of coconut oil, and you tried not to let it get to you, not to let your nerves show.

A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in, her voice low and smooth. “This is gettin’ ridiculous,” she murmured, eyes never leaving yours. Her smirk widened as you swallowed, clearly enjoying every second of your discomfort. “Yuh jealous?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms tighter over your chest, your cheeks suddenly feeling warm. “Why would I be jealous? I don’t care who you hang out with,” you replied, but the words tumbled out faster than you’d meant, and you hated how defensive they sounded. You tried to steady yourself, but with her this close, every little movement she made sent sparks through your whole body.

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, her tone lilting with teasing disbelief. “So why yuh so pressed?” She was laughing now, her gaze flicking between your eyes and the slight pout tugging at your mouth.

Your heart raced as you stammered, looking anywhere but at her. “I’m not pressed, you’re just…you’re the one who—” You broke off, your words dissolving under her steady stare.

Before you could stammer out another excuse, Mikayla’s hands found your shoulders, pressing you back until you felt the cool surface of the wall mirror against your back. Her fingers lingered on your shoulders, her touch grounding you even as it sent a wave of heat through your whole body.

"Yuh know…" she started, her voice low, calm, her eyes never leaving yours. "The new girl—she just here fi work. She not even interested in anyone here, especially me." She chuckled softly, amused by your reaction. "I gave her a ride home, because we live in the same apartment building… Along with her fiancé and two little boys.”

Hearing her say it out loud made you feel silly—though the jealousy that had been festering all week didn’t fade completely, it softened, replaced by something warmer and more unsettling as Mikayla’s gaze swept over your face.

Her smirk widened as she watched your expression shift. "A so? Now yuh quiet," she teased, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Just admit it, you’re… jealous." Her words held a playful challenge, daring you to be honest.

You tried to pull it together, but your voice came out quieter than you intended. "I’m… I just don’t like seeing you leave with someone else," you admitted, finally meeting her gaze again. The way she looked at you now, like you were the only thing in the room worth her attention, made your heart race all over again.

Mikayla's gaze softened as she watched you, the teasing glint in her eyes melting into something warmer. Her hands slid down from your shoulders, trailing lightly along your arms until her fingers entwined with yours. She leaned in closer, her voice low and steady, making your pulse quicken.

“So what is this, then?” she murmured, her breath warm against your skin, her eyes searching yours. The teasing was gone, replaced with a quiet intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

You took a shaky breath, feeling the last bit of resistance in you unravel. "I… I want this to be more than whatever we’ve been pretending it is," you admitted, squeezing her hands gently. “I don’t want it to feel like something casual.”

A small smile played at her lips, as if she’d been waiting for you to say it all along. "Good…" she whispered, leaning even closer. “Because I wouldn’t like you with someone else either.”

With that, she closed the distance between you, her lips brushing softly against yours, and suddenly everything felt right. The kiss was slow, unhurried, her hands sliding up to cup your face, pulling you deeper as she kissed you like she had all the time in the world. The frustration, the jealousy, the awkward silences—all of it melted away, leaving only the warmth of her lips on yours, her steady heartbeat pressed against you.

When you finally pulled back, both of you a little breathless, she rested her forehead against yours, eyes closed, a soft smile playing on her face. "So… we good now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You let out a quiet laugh, nodding as you looked up at her, feeling lighter than you had all week. "Yeah, we’re good."

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JET magazine covers from 1976

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TIKA SUMPTER AS RAINA THORPE

IN GOSSIP GIRL (S4E15) IT-GIRL HAPPENED ONE NIGHT

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Soulaan🖤

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Oh, nothing just biting the edge of my screen 😩

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ARRETAO

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𝐌𝐞𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐧 “𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟏”

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will be publishing the second half of fictober fics and cleaning out my drive for all the girls having a bad day today

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Lauryn Hill

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Doechii for Cashapp

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THE MUTHERS (1976) Rosanne Katon